Chapter 64

“You have been preaching consent since before you ever started the Program, Julie,” Reese observed the contradiction of the new rules that his big sister had made herself and how they were the exact opposite of everything she told him before. “You are telling me that you aren’t going to be mad if we just come up behind you and stick a banana in your ass while you are trying to eat?”

“I might be a little annoyed,” Julie admitted with chagrin as she contemplated that scenario. “At Misty’s house, it’s not like it. Too bad, so-sad, sucks to be you. So, I would like to experience that at home first-hand and not just observe. You’d be helping me, so I am willing to make concessions in exchange.”

“Helping you by sticking a banana in your tailpipe?” Jim chimed in with a facetious question. He reached up and goosed Julie’s butt playfully to illustrate how annoying it would be. She smiled, flinched a little as he did it, and allowed her father to pinch her butt cheeks.

“Just like that, yep. If you want to pinch, go ahead, Daddy. I believe in consent, but I am giving my consent ahead of time not to consent.”

“That’s makes as much sense as oat-free oatmeal,” Jim replied dismissively.

“When I was at the Gibbons house last night. I kept thinking that the boys were rude and suppressing the urge to preach consent. I wanted to tell them that they don’t have to be so rude, that the girls will put up with it, and that they can just ask politely, even as a courtesy. It seemed to me they had a lot of audacity, but that’s just how things are there. If you will oblige me and adhere to the new rules, you don’t HAVE to be rude, and you don’t HAVE to stick a banana in my tailpipe,” she used Jim’s word for asshole with a wink before continuing, “But it would prepare me to get used to what I need to do at my new part-time job. You can always ask permission, but I am saying you don’t have to any longer. That’s my concession, and my preference is that you don’t need to ask me to do things, you can tell me.”

“Very generous,” Dewey surmised.

“I am glad you think so, Dewey,” Julie said before updating her vocabulary. “Mister Dewey, would that be okay if I called you that? Misty likes it when I call her Miss Misty, which is annoying to have the tables turned on me, but I need to get used to that.”

“Oh, by all means!” Dewey preened when his big sister addressed him that way. “I am just a little worried you will get miffed when your experiment starts to be irritating, and you will get angry and want vengeance!”

“Scouts honor, I am serious. If I were to rescind my consent to these rules, I would not hold any grudges. I asked for this, and Piggy does it, so it will be a great learning experience,” Julie added.

“You’ve only been with these people for two days, and you are ready for something so monumentally different?” Dewey asked the question, which I think everyone was thinking.

“I have heard about male-dominated households, before. I never gave them much thought. They sounded outdated and misogynistic. I had zero interest in understanding why a woman would abide or tolerate one. Frankly, my personal bias about female empowerment and equality made me think they had nothing to offer, and maybe they don’t. However, it’s that way at the Gibbons house, and now I want to see for myself.”

She admitted that one thing the Program taught her was that there were interests and desires she never imagined were valid, but trying them was the only way she could know for sure if they were truly for her or not. “I am young, and practice what I preach about experiencing new things.”

“You don’t have to eat a pound of dog crap to know you won’t like the taste,” Jim offered his down—home wisdom.

“I had NO experience with total power exchange but when I heard about the Breeder Program, I jumped at the chance to control Piggy. I knew I would learn so much and I have. I thought I may not be up to it. I thought the same last night about my choice to be a sex worker, but I want to try, Daddy. I may find out it’s dog crap, but I won’t ever know unless I drop my bias and give it a fair try.”

Julie addressed the guys but not me when she spoke. It was like she was trying to sell them on the course she had already decided. I think she knew my position would be to do whatever she decided to do – even I personally wished she’d take me with her.

“The Gibbons family do not know any other way to be.They don’t know what it’s like to have things any other way for comparison. I don’t either. I only know how things are here. I want to see another side. It won’t kill me to try it. Savannah and Misty grew up believing that slits and tits were the worker bees and the men who are born with cock are the authority. They are fully invested in that. I have doubts and know it can be different, but I don’t believe that their bias will allow them to ever live independently of men or in a healthy, functional relationship as equal partners.”

Julie took a sip of water and cleared her throat.

“I’ve always assumed I was headed for a relationship built on equality, either with a single partner or polyamorously. However, my experiences in the Program made me realize I have other tastes. At Mom’s birthday party, we all realized we truly are an incestuous family. We just don’t fuck for some reason, which is a shame because fucking is an expression of sexuality. I realized you were getting off by fucking my butt with a banana or a dildo but left unable to ejaculate. That didn’t seem very fair to you.”

There was another short pause before she continued. I think she was searching for the right words. The guys wanted to argue with her, but her points were so eloquent that even Dewey seemed to be considering her words carefully before responding.

“I’ve tried a relationship where I am in control and have authority over Piggy. I’ve experienced submission. I tried it with Hunter. He liked it when I dressed him up as a girl and sissified him, and in exchange, I let him dominate me on his own terms, but it was quite unsatisfying.”

She was talking about the handsome older boy who worked at our local grocery store. I couldn’t imagine him dressed as a girl. The guys snickered. I was surprised she tried submission with Hunter. I bet there was an entire story behind that. It was too bad Julie never shared it with me.

“I think the next natural step would be to ask for a male-dominated household and that’s what I am doing. I trust the three of you, and so, rather than wait until I am out of college, I seek out that relationship with someone like Hunter, who may not be ready for it. I thought it may be fair compensation for my absences. As long as everyone is comfortable it would continue until I leave for college in the fall, and then on my return visits if everyone so desires.”

“So, it’s just something we turn on and off like a light switch? A game?” Jim asked for clarification.

“It’s an experiment, but I’d like it to feel genuine. I believe at first it will seem a little like a game because you will know that I can change my mind. I thought a little about that last night while I was working, but I don’t have a solution.”

“In other words, if things don’t go your way, or you suddenly lose interest, you just tell us you no longer consent, and we are stuck with our dicks in our hands?” Jim asked.

“You have a way of breaking down the complex into simple terms, Daddy,” she smiled.

“I am a simple man,” Jim admitted with a humble shrug. I don’t think he intended to sound profound, but he often did come off that way.

“In the Gibbons house, their motivations are getting the money from the Program and for Misty to go to college. I think she knows her daddy will probably forbid her by moving the goalposts of the goals she needs to meet at the last minute. I don’t have any doubts that you would ever do that. However, I’d be willing to say that if I withdraw my consent once we begin, then you would be able to withdraw me from the Program, ensuring that I not only fail my senior year but that I lose my scholarship.”

“I would never do that, Julie!” Jim assured her passionately. It was the last thing he wanted for her. He wanted her to have a better life and we all knew she was smart enough to go to college.

“I know, but I am willing to say that once I consent, you could do that if I withdraw it, that’s how sure I am that I won’t renig.”

“Renig,” Jim laughed as he thought about the word. It sounded like something a racist would do on repeat to him.

“We could basically treat you like Piggy?” Reese asked for additional clarification and chuckled about the word renig as well.

“I have an annual birth control injection that isn’t due to be renewed until fall. You can’t breed me. I am flexible with how the rules of the house would work. You could continue acting just like you are now without any change to our relationship. I’d prefer you call me Ham Pocket, and I’ll call you Sir. We would continue to be amiable with each other. I’d be respectful. I’ll start helping Piggy clean and cooking for you, but in general, you wouldn’t have to materially change anything except that on the days when I am out, one of you babysits her.”

“But if we wanted to treat you like Piggy?” Reese asked again for a simple answer.

“As you know, I am the lowest person on the totem pole at the Gibbons house, and I answer to Misty and Savannah. The reason that Danny likes it that his wife answers to them is he considers it the ultimate humiliation to be bossed around by a girl,” Julie didn’t answer the question.

“When I am there, I am basically just a piece of fuckmeat to them. My pussy, mouth, and ass are a commodity that can earn money. I am a warm body with a pretty face that can run errands and kiss their asses. They do not see me as a person, and they do not value my opinion. They made that abundantly clear, and I am not there to fundamentally prove anything different to them. I decided that’s probably not going to happen. I am going to make the most of the experience by learning what that feels like. The Program is all about exploring new perspectives.”

“New perspective? They sound like complete assholes,” Jim lamented and found it hard to believe that Julie truly wanted any part of this situation with them.

“They routinely dunk my head in dirty well water when I offer advice, and they make me eat their spit off of each other’s assholes. I am open to that relationship with you or something a little softer, like being a Happy Bimbo like Piggy. I’d rather hear your preference. I dictated Piggy’s role, and you seem to like her. Is that what you would like our relationship to be, Reese?”

“I don’t think you can do it quite like Piggy can!” Reese smiled at me. I for my part, was crouching with my ass sticking out, dildo clenched in my teeth, cupping my boobs and looking straight ahead in the position that I had been instructed to stand in. I was flattered and smiled while holding the dildo in my mouth.

“No one is like Piggy slut, and I’ve got a lot to learn. If everyone consents to this, you could decide on some mutual rules for me. I am willing to add more to the ones I recommended earlier. I am okay with losing furniture privileges; last night, I slept outside, and I didn’t care for that, but that could be a new rule if you desire.”

“it RAINED last night,” Jim pointed out in shock. He was angry with the Gibbons family for putting his daughter outside in the rain.

“Yes, but I was under a covered awning, so it wasn’t that bad,” Julie said. “What about you, Dewey? If you could define a consistent relationship with me, would you accept me taking a subordinate role to you?”

“Fuck, yeah!! What about at school?”

“At school, I’d still have to maintain my course schedule, obey school rules, and continue to train Piggy to the best of my ability. I have to be respectful anyway and satisfy reasonable requests. We don’t come into contact very often at school and don’t share any classes. Is there anything you would want different?”

Dewey thought about it and said he wasn’t sure. “I’d be able to put a dildo in your mouth and make you stop talking anytime I like?”

“If you mean just in passing in the hallway, I couldn’t do that because I have to answer questions and talk, but in the car, I don’t see any reason why that would be a problem,” Julie’s response was quick and without hesitation. She wasn’t negotiating, simply informing her brother that she couldn’t agree to that fully for practical reasons.

Jim’s question was a little less focused on what he could or couldn’t do.

“This is something that would make you happy like it does, Piggy?”

I have to admit that I started smiling broadly and couldn’t stop. That was my favorite question because it meant that my husband knew that I got joy out of being in the Program. I almost dropped the dildo in my mouth. That would have been bad because Julie would assume that I may have done it to interrupt their conversation.

“I don’t know because I haven’t done it. I am a little terrified and excited. I’d imagine this is how Piggy felt before she crossed the threshold onto the stage at our Pep Rally to be introduced as Breeder. It’s something I’d like to experience, and I could probably find a guy who wants to try this with me outside of the house, but that would take me away from the house more than I am now.”

“Why not just move in with the Gibbons if that’s what you wanted?” Reese asked. The others looked at him like he was being insensitive. Reese shrugged.

“I already feel bad about being gone more frequently. I think I need to do the work for a little while to have any intelligent opinion on what it feels like to be a sex worker or live in a male dominant household. I hadn’t considered moving in with them. I think they would probably be really open to that possibility, but I’d miss the three of you,” she said.

She didn’t mention me. I would miss her, whether she missed me or not.

“I think one advantage I have is that Reese and Dewey are a little more responsible than Timmy and Tommy. I am still beneath them. I think with practice, they can be better leaders, but for me - I think I can be a better leader if I seek to understand what it is like to follow. I believe one other advantage of continuing this at home is you can practice leadership on me. I don’t want to put Piggy in that situation where Timmy and Tommy practice on her. It’s not fair to her. They are irresponsible little brats.”

No one asked me what I thought. I adamantly didn’t want my daughter to go alone without me. I didn’t speak up because I didn’t feel my opinion was solicited and the rules were that I was supposed to be quiet. I was probably less afraid of what may happen to Julie than I was simply of not being with her. We had grown close over my time in the Program, and I had been with her almost every moment of every day. It was a little terrifying to think I would no longer have access to her several nights a week.

Jim said that she dropped a bomb on them and that they’d need a little time to think about it. However, Dewey and Reese were both vocally on board with it and told Julie she couldn’t be on furniture.

Julie stood up and said that it was up to Dad if he was comfortable with that.

“I’ve already got one woman in my life who winks her pussy at me every day from under the table. I don’t see the problem with one more. I am just worried that you won’t like it, or we’ll have a difference of opinion on where my consent begins and where yours ends, and how there could be hard feelings, Julie.”

Julie frowned a little.

“Ham Pocket? That’s really what you want us to call you.”

“I’d like it if you would. You can call me anything, but preferably not Julie. That’s how I am going to introduce myself outside of school. Misty was very explicit that’s my new name while I am there, and I don’t think she was joking.”

Julie pointed to the blue marker on her tummy that read “HAM POCKET” to make her point.

“What if I want to call you Ham Pocket at school?” Reese asked. He loved playing Devil’s advocate, and so did Reese.

“Then do it. I’ll tell people it’s your name for me and call you Sir or Mister Dewey the same way that Piggy does and if they ask why, I’ll explain we have an alternative lifestyle where men are superior to women. That’s the point of the Program. If they want to know, I’ll tell them.”

“You’ll say that slits with tits answer to men,” Dewey smirked.

“Yes, girls only learn when butts burn!” Reese quoted a slogan he saw at the Gibbons house.

Dewey quoted another one: “Boys Rule, Girls Drool!” they both giggled.

“Yep, if we genuinely convert to that, I am willing to promise I won’t harp on women’s equality or even superiority, and I will agree that Boys Rule, Girls Drool!”

“But do you actually believe that, Julie?” Jim asked skeptically.

“I didn’t know if I could be superior to my mother. I wanted that relationship, and I’d like to continue it if we start down this path. However, now I believe it. I’d have to start living it to actually put feelings to words and feelings to actions. If you want to convince me that Men rule and girls drool and, you can make believe it. That would be a good goal.”

“Well, let’s go back to the elephant in the room,” Jim said. I thought he was finally going to talk about MY feelings on this and he was going to call me an Elephant. “You said you and your mother would be free-use. That extends to me, your brothers? Any hole?”

“You betcha,” Julie promised enthusiastically. I didn’t see any reason to protest. I was genuinely flattered that Jim still wanted me after finding out I had worked as a whore. I was surprised he would have no problem with the boys fucking me, but they were close to doing everything else anyway, and if they wanted me – I was a Breeder after all.

“You haven’t fucked any of us, how do you know you won’t feel weird about it?”

“I will, but I already do about jerking you off, so that’s okay. I’d rather not start fucking any of you until we are in agreement about the house rules and our relationship, but I’ll fuck you or anybody you want.”

“Could we tell you that you could not have sex?” Reese asked.

Julie seemed impressed by the question. “I hadn’t thought about that. Obviously, I will keep working, and I would say that as long as I obey the rules at home, you give me the flexibility to go up to three days a week. It will never be on a Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday because those are slow days. If someone has fifty dollars, I’ll fuck them there. That’s the rules of the house.”

“You only charge fifty dollars?” Jim nearly shit himself and bounced up and down in his chair in shock. “Julie, have you looked in the mirror? You could get ten times that amount?”

“They are a volume business. Piggy was priced at 20, but she could earn as much as 50 if we do a three-way with a paying customer. I don’t set the prices. The men do.”

“We could charge to have sex with you?” Jim asked.

“To answer Dewey’s question, I’d be okay with you forbidding me to have sex outside of work without permission and begging to suck your cocks or fuck you or whoever you like. To answer your question, Daddy, I’d say yes. You absolutely could. It’s perfectly legal, and obviously, as the men of the house, you keep the money, and I beg for spending cash.”

Jim had to adjust his dick. He just had what I thought was an early ejaculation. She had just combined her father’s love of money with this scenario, and he was now fully invested.

“Now, before I get all excited, Do you mean if my buddies come over, I could charge them to take a turn with you, or do you mean I could literally drive you out to a truck stop or Wright Avenue and put you to work?”

“I hadn’t thought about it, but based on your questions, I take it you’d like to do this with me, and it’s just a matter of making sure we all agree? So, I should start calling you Sir?”

“Yeah,” Jim said that Daddy was good too.

“I’ll get my notebook and make some notes, and then I’ll ask that everyone consent, before we fully begin. Do you think we need a three-day reflection period like in NIS? They give a CR three days to back out before they commit?”

“Do you need three days to decide?” Jim asked.

“I don’t, but you may. I don’t know. I am just asking, Sir.”

No one commented.

“Can I speak?” I asked around the dildo in my mouth and raised my hand. I felt like I couldn’t remain silent. I had to mumble talk, but they clearly understood me.

My daughter frowned at me and reminded me that her relationship with me wouldn’t change with the exception that I’d be babysat by the men in the family. “You consented to be babysat on the first day when you enrolled in the Program. This is between the four of us and should not concern you, Piggy.”

She sighed and removed the dildo from my mouth and told me to speak, anyway.

“I don’t consent to this,” I said abruptly. Julie and the others looked at me like I was a lunatic.

“I don’t believe you have any choice. We are all legally the age of consent and working on a mutually agreeable relationship. You belong to me, so your role will not change. Are you concerned about fucking Dewey and Reese?”

“No, Ma’am. I am concerned about some assumptions you made. I also think you believe what I do is easy, but it’s not. It’s hard. Your brothers aren’t you, and they don’t know how to be an authority figure like you.”

“Unsolicited advice; anything else before I put your dildo back, Piggy?” my daughter asked dismissively declaring my concerns to have been unsolicited and unwarranted.

“Sorry, I love you, and I am concerned. I am trying not to phrase it as advice. You have Ms. Collins as a mentor, daily check-ins, and workshops, and they have only what they’ve seen you do through osmosis on which to base their decisions.”

“That’s valid,” Julie folded her arms and frowned. She seemed a little moved by what I said, but unwilling to bend on her decision with me.

“I also want to go with you when you go to the Gibbons house,” I said flatly.

“Out of the question. I knew you would consent if I asked you, but I have to do what is best for you and the rest of the family. If you are home, they have a toy to play with, to cook and clean. You will be my mentor. You will teach me how to be a little more submissive. I thoroughly enjoyed cleaning with you on Thursday night. I tried to clean up the mess they made in the kitchen on Friday, and I had no idea where to even begin. I got thoroughly overwhelmed. I have never been asked to clean. The very audacity that they’d treat me like a maid made my pussy wet. I was terrible at it, though, so I’d like to learn to be dominant over you while obeying the men in the family.”

“But Miss Julie?”

“I haven’t gotten to your rules yet! You will ALWAYS address me as Ham Pocket. No exceptions unless stopped by a police officer and asked for my legal name. You will forget the name Julie or Miss Julie. Do you understand?”