Chapter 47

In the middle of the night, while I slept on the Karlson’s cold stone kitchen floor, I felt a wonderfully warm but scratchy sensation. I panicked because I thought I was dreaming at first.

Applejack was licking my pussy, and Scrabble sniffed my face. I couldn’t shoo them with my hands. I couldn’t close my legs either. I was being eaten out by dogs! It was blowing my mind. Applejack methodically licked my pussy, and slathered me with his scratchy tongue.

I whispered for them to go, but they didn’t. They nuzzled me and didn’t do anything overtly sexual to me other than lick my pussy and sniff my asshole. I didn’t want to yell and wake the entire house. I felt it might be even more humiliating if everyone found out what was happening than it was to just endure it.

The worst part was that I was so wet and turned on and helpless to prevent myself from nearing an orgasm. I felt like such a dirty woman for getting off on the sensation.

After hearing Helena talk about treating me like a dog and these animals being my lovers, I was expecting them to try fucking me. I did not want to wake anyone up. I grunted softly and tried to scare the dogs. I tried to flip onto my tummy, but I couldn’t. The rope binding prevented me from flipping over or moving very much. My legs were spread so that my pussy and asshole was spread wide open and fully available to them.

It wasn’t the first time I slept this way. I was just thankful that I wasn’t gagged or sent to bed with something shoved up my butt.

I probably dealt with the dog’s unwanted attention for about 20 minutes before I heard someone coming. I had previously felt that I could not be humiliated any longer because I had put it all out there, and people accepted me as Piggy.

Now, whether it was a Karlson or a Garner, I was afraid they would think I had invited these dogs to have me.

Dewey wandered down the stairs. “Anyone could do anything they wanted to you, Mom,” he observed. The dogs scattered, and they ran over to sniff his legs. He was naked.

“Yes, they could, Sir,” I admitted. That was true. There was a certain vulnerability to being tied up this way. “I just hope they don’t do anything bad,” I said in the hopes he would understand that included him.

“Were those dogs eating your pussy?” Dewey asked me. I blushed. I didn’t think I had the capability to do that any longer. I smiled broadly because I was deeply embarrassed and ashamed and had no words to explain myself. It was easier just to put on a goofy grin and try not to make eye contact with my son.

“Yes, kind of. Would you put the dogs back where they belong?”

“I don’t know where they go. They were just out here when I got up to get something to drink.”

“I don’t have sex with dogs, Dewey.”

“It kind of looks like you were, and I thought you were supposed to call me Sir?”

I was serious, at that moment. I didn’t want to call my son “Sir” because I didn’t want him to think this was part of the Program. I felt this went well beyond deviance and had to stop.

“Sorry, Sir,” I called him that anyway. I had agreed to that condition and I would abide by it while I was in the Program.

“You know I like getting my pussy licked, but not by dogs. Please don’t leave me like this tonight. Will you wake Julie and ask her to come down?”

Dewey, Reese, and my husband had never actually gone down on me, but they had seen how much I loved it when Julie was instructed to eat me out. It was a rare treat, and I usually couldn’t help all my giggles and orgasmic mewling when she started.

“I thought you liked it when we are cruel to you and strict?” Dewey took his cock out and began to ghost me over my pussy. He seemed frustrated and confused by the mixed messages that I had sent.

I could empathize with him. I HAD asked for Julie to be stricter with me because she seemed to enjoy it, and I thought I could handle it. I also thought the purpose of the Program was to demonstrate a relationship between one person in charge and the other in an obedient and submissive role.

I couldn’t explain why I was so reluctant when it came to Dewey. I considered him my baby boy. All I knew was that I was starting to get confused about the way things were shaping up. The presence of the dogs had changed everything for me. I felt like they would lap up his jizz, and that made me feel very uncomfortable.

“Dewey, please don’t cum all over my pussy tonight,” I begged.

“Why? You said you love to have cum all over you, Piggy.”

He was correct. I didn’t mind it, and sometimes it was kind of flattering and fun to be that naughty. I felt I had to be honest with Dewey.

“Normally, yes, you can cum on me anytime at home, but the dogs will eat it off me when you leave. Please Dewey? Have some mercy!” I begged politely. I was unable to close my legs because of the ropes binding me on the floor.

“I am just fucking with you, Piggy!” Dewey put away his cock. I was terrified, and my pulse was racing, but now I was relieved. “BUT! You owe me one!”

“Thank you, Dewey!”

I wasn’t sure what I “owed” him or if he had already theorized what the dogs would do and was just trying to make me panic. I didn’t want to think about it. I simply smiled broadly and thanked my son for the consideration. If he had jerked off on my pussy, there was nothing that I could have done to prevent it.

“Julie won’t be happy that I woke her up. Do you want me to untie you?” he asked.

The ropes were thick and complicated. I told him I’d prefer he got Julie and asked her to do it.

“I want you to ask Julie to make it so that we don’t have to knock when you are using the bathroom! And you have to show me what you are doing as a request. Will you do that?”

I felt like he was blackmailing me, but Dewey asked so nicely that there was nothing sinister about it. I felt like I wasn’t in much of a position to negotiate with either of them. This was all up to my daughter.

“You could have always asked Julie this, Sir!”

“I want you to ask her if I can! She already thinks I am poop obsessed. I don’t like poop or the smell of it. I just want to watch you go to the bathroom!”

“You saw me expel an enema, and if you get up at 5 am, you will see me do it again, Sir.”

“It’s not the same thing. That was like an explosion. I want to watch you go pee and squeeze out a little cheese.”

That was a disgusting turn of phrase, but I smiled through my humiliation.

“I’ll ask,” I promised. The truth was, if Dewey had told me to ask Julie, I would have done it anyway. He didn’t need me to owe him a favor. I told him that. I had to obey his simple requests and asking my daughter a question fell into that category.

“I know that. I was just thinking that you probably don’t want to owe me one, and that’s what I’d like you to do,” Dewey explained casually. “Hang on, I’ll go get Julie.”

I wanted to joke that I wasn’t going anywhere, but Dewey had already dashed away to summon my daughter. I realized she’d immediately see my predicament and prepared myself for more humiliation.

Julie was unhappy to be woken up, but she also didn’t want me to be molested by dogs, so she let me sleep upstairs on the floor. In the morning, when we got up for school, she took me to their backyard to give me an enema in the Karlson’s yard. The Karlson family are all early risers, and I assumed she had asked their permission.

We were waiting for my bowels to fill up. Cookie and Astrid were not present.

I didn’t want to come out and just say, “Dewey wants me to ask you,” but I also felt strange asking the question that Dewey wanted me to pose to her. I gathered my courage and did it anyway.

“Can the guys walk in on me in the bathroom without knocking?”

“Sure, as long as I am not in there,” Julie shrugged with her usual non-plussed expression as if it were trivial. It was to her, and I was certain of that. I still felt that some things should remain private.

“Do I have to let them watch me pee or take a poop if they make a request to observe?”

Julie paused for a moment and asked if Dewey asked to watch me pee. The look on her face suggested that she already knew the answer, and that he had probably asked her the same question.

“Yes, Miss Julie.”

“Did you let him watch?”

“No, Miss Julie, I told him to ask you.”

“It’s creepy, but it’s perfectly normal for him to be curious. At home, he can watch you on the toilet or in the backyard anytime he wants. Obviously, you can drink a little water if you need it to help yourself go pee. If you’ve been recently given an enema, you can tell him you are empty, and he has to wait for you to reload,” Julie grinned.

“You mean if he wants to see me go pee and I don’t have to at that time, I am supposed to drink some water and make myself pee?”

“Sure, if it’s not biologically possible, then tell him that. I don’t want him making you a piss fountain and going non-stop, but if he asks to watch, then do it. In the Program, you don’t have any privacy, and that’s especially true at home.”