Chapter 65

SATURDAY OCTOBER 19th, 2047 –MID-MORNING

My daughter and I started clearing her things out of her now former room. I didn’t try to talk her out of the decision to move out and into the living room. She would be going to college soon enough anyway.

She had a lot of stuff and wanted it all packed up in the garage or thrown away. It broke my heart to think she was throwing away her cutest tops and outfits. She planned to remain naked most of the time. It was perfectly legal, but some of those tops were just too cute!

“Let’s donate this to Goodwill,” Julie decided about one pile of her old clothes.

“Julie, what if you change your mind, or they do?” I asked.

“It’s Pocket to you, now. You can call me Ham, or Pocket. I am tired of telling you not to call me Julie or Miss Julie at home. If I have to punish you, I will. You can use any of the adjectives that Dad did in front of Pocket. Just know that I am still your Boss, Twatface.”

I winced, Twatface was much worse than Piggy.

“Who are you talking about changing their minds, anyway?”

“I don’t know. The Gibbons family may decide you aren’t cut out for it. Dad and the boys may not be okay with these new rules after a few days, Anything could change.”

I didn’t want to openly suggest that Julie might change her mind. That was a real possibility but if I suggested it, she’d probably just dig her heels in deeper.

“As long as I earn money, the Gibbons will want me coming back. Dad and your sons seem on board, and I’ll cross that bridge with them if they don’t consent to the rules. I am taking you with me to the job. I don’t imagine Reese or Dewey would go back to sharing a room after this, so as long as that happens if they want to call me Julie, that’s fine too. It’s their right if they change their minds. I can’t force them to do things my way. I asked Dad and my brothers to do something fairly extreme. I can safely get rid of these clothes, because I won’t be wearing clothes for the rest of the school year, and I am in NIS in College. I am there on an NIS scholarship. I can throw these away now or in a few months. No reason to keep them in the garage.”

“Yes, I can’t argue that, but don’t you want to hang on to this? It was $40 dollars!” I showed her a lovely top. Julie swooned a little but said that she didn’t need it.

“What about when you graduate?” I asked if she wanted to have clothes then. She’d probably still be the same size.

“I’ll figure that out, but I need you to understand something I did not say out there. You have NO parental authority. This was my decision. You say you can’t argue something, and then you argue it. There must be something in that milk you are drinking because you seem to be getting dimmer by the day.”

“I am sorry, Miss ... um, Pocket,” I stammered an apology.

“If you were sorry, you would stop pestering me and get to work moving this stuff. You have no say anymore, Piggy. You don’t have authority over me, yourself, or Dewey and Reese. That was the agreement, so get on board with what I tell you. The guys won’t change their mind.”

‘I still don’t understand why it has to be this way for you to be a sex worker,” I admitted. “The way the Gibbons live is different. They don’t have rules like you do.”

“The rules here are more like guidelines. I will be honest with you; I wanted to experience a male led relationship for a while. I think female led is superior. How can I be certain if I don’t try a control group? All you need to know is that you can’t ground us; you can’t turn the channel on the TV without asking permission. You and I are both at the bottom of the family hierarchy. That’s not the worst place to be. You’ve been there longer than me.”

“Are your brothers and Dad just an experiment to you?” I asked.

“That’s not fair.” This situation is an experiment, and a consolation for them. I won’t be here; they want me to be here all the time. I’ll give them a little extra while I am here.”

“I still don’t understand why you would go this far, Julie. Couldn’t you have started smaller and just see how it went?”

“That’s what I WAS doing, you dumb crow. I was giving them a chance to control me or spank me and try it out. I decided to jump into the deep end last night. I want to experience a male-led house. It’s not easy for me not to correct Reese when he uses a tautology, and he did that out there today to test me.”

“What is a tautology?” I asked.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about not worrying your pretty little head about it,” she said with a smirk. I still don’t know what she meant. I think she was telling me a joke. There might be something in those protein shakes after all because I felt like I should know what a tautology was, but I couldn’t remember.

She patted my head like I was an idiot. I didn’t mind being treated like a dummy because I felt like one. It wasn’t an insult if it was true.

“I am very wired toward female equality. I haven’t abandoned my core beliefs or integrity. I am just going to see how things go with less guard rails. I have to give up some comfort to learn something. That’s the point of the Program. Dad also tested us by asking how we’d handle Grandma’s relationship. He seems on board with it and just wants to make sure I am doing it for the right reasons. I didn’t expect him to be so into this and so quick-witted. I underestimated him.”

“If we are supposed to be stupid cows with worthless opinions, how can you talk like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like a genius. You sound so smart, Turkey Pocket.”

Julie laughed at my attempt to use another word before Pocket and my compliment. I have to admit, it felt wrong to call Julie a “Turkey Pocket”.

“Yeah, I am not a very convincing airhead yet. Maybe I could just hit myself in the head with a tire iron and become a shallow, vapid bimbo? That’s not something I can fix quickly. Thank you for the compliment. I’ll have to work on that.”

Julie seemed pleased with me, now.

“Why not just say you are a smart cunt, but men are still superior in other ways?” I suggested.

“That could work, and I still have to do my assignments in class, so I can’t be TOO dumb.”

“You aren’t dumb to me, Julie Pocket.”

“Okay, now you are just trying to get me to smack you,” Julie laughed at me. “You can put a nasty word in front of Pocket, or Ham or Pocket for short. Don’t just call me Television Pocket or Abracadabra Pocket or Julie Pocket, or something silly. It’s making me laugh.”

“Well, I am just a haplessly retarded Bimbo,” I admitted with a big smile. I thought that she’d like to hear me say that, and it felt good saying it out loud.

“I don’t know if you are an amazing actress, or you just believe that but thank you for doing this with me. I wanted to tell you my big plan before I told the others. I was afraid you’d tell me I was too good or too smart to degrade myself and talk me out of it. Frankly, I didn’t want you to come with me because you kept looking at me like someone would break me in half. I know you are my mom and care about me, but you have to let me take some risks to learn some lessons.

“Ham, I saw them shove an entire soda can up their mother’s asshole. They might do worse to you! Danny is a mean guy, and he said you belong to him – like property.”

“I do when I am there, but we worked it out. He understands I am going to college in the fall.”

“I’ve heard Misty and Crabby separately say that he lies, tells you what you want to hear, and pulls the rug out from under you.”

“Yeah, but they live with him, and they have nowhere else to go. I have you guys.”

“When you come home with Daddy tattooed on your pussy like Misty, what will you say?”

“I guess I will tell Dad that was for him? That’s a good idea!”

I was afraid I created a monster.

“Honestly, being a bimbo is hard. People laugh at you. My birthday party was hysterical, but I was also constantly mortified.”

“You smiled the entire time.”

“I do that because I get embarrassed and don’t know what else to do, Ham. There are days I wake up, and my tits are sore, and I don’t want to do this.”

“Yep, and I will too, and hopefully, Dad and my brothers will kick our asses and get us up. Now help me lift this dresser out of here. It’s too girl for my brothers.”

Julie and I loaded most of their things besides some sex toys, her laptop, and a few personal items into the back of the car. We loaded the heavier things into the back of Jim’s truck. Then we begged Jim to allow us to drive them to the Goodwill.

He was shocked at what she was doing. It wasn’t for the same reason as me. “Take that shit to a second-hand store and get some money for it.”

Julie was ABOUT to argue that she’d rather give to the poor when I pinched her bottom. “Yes, Daddy.”

We spent the afternoon trying to pawn off almost all of my daughter’s worldly possessions, even some jewelry and got a whopping $136 dollars for our troubles. We got a lot of stares in second-hand shops because most people don’t shop in the nude around town.

“I could have fucked three dudes in about 30 minutes and made the same amount, “Julie lamented as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Julie stopped at McDonalds. “We should get home and make lunch for the guys.”

“Let’s bring them lunch home!” she said as she eyed an older man in the parking lot. She walked up to him. He looked in our direction and read her name off of her tummy. The asphalt was hot on our bare feet and left the bottoms black with tar.

“Ham Pocket?”

“Yep, this is my Ham Pocket, it’s my nickname,” she pointed to her pussy, then introduced me as Piggy. I felt like our names sounded so absurd; the man would be perfectly justified to get in his car, lock his door, and leave.

The older man seemed nice, with grey hair, big square glasses, a nice shirt, and khaki pants. “Those are funny names. We don’t normally get many lovely ladies walking around naked.

“Are you from around here?” she asked.

“Born and raised, My name is Don. What can I do for you?”

“The question is, what can we do for you? We need to get some food for our family, and we are fresh out of our pockets,” She patted her hips and thighs. We had left the money locked up in the car. “Maybe we could work out a trade?”

He seemed to understand what she was talking about. Don lowered his voice and asked how much we were talking about.

“It’s legal to pay money for sex, Don. We’re both of age, and no one is trying to entrap you. Fifty dollars, and you can fuck us both?” Julie casually offered sex to a total stranger for fast food. I never expected that!

“Here?”

“Preferably in your car or behind the dumpster?”

“How much for just you?” he asked.

Julie didn’t want to negotiate. “Look, fifty for us both, it’s enough to get us some burgers, and she’ll lick your dick clean after you put it in my ass or pussy.”

“I don’t know,” he became a little intimidated. It wasn’t usual for women to approach men in broad daylight and proposition them in places like this. That was for seedier parts of town like Wright Avenue and Rockwood.

I think he thought we’d ambush him.

I leaned in and kissed the man full on the lips and told him that I’d love to fuck him anywhere. “I am so wet and horny. I just want to bring some food home for my family. Please, baby?” I don’t know where that dirty talk came from.

We went back to the dumpster with him. The smell wasn’t great, but it was relatively private. Julie bent over, placed her hands on the disgusting hot metal of the dumpster, and he slipped his cock in her pussy.

“Oh wow, thanks! I normally take it up the ass! Do you like that?” Oh, cum for me, Don! Don! Come for me, let it all go, Don! Yes, fill me! Give it to me!”

In minutes she drained his cock. I squatted and sucked him clean. He didn’t even want that; he was happy to go. Julie made me squat under her pussy and lick the cum out and hold it in my mouth while she found another guy and another guy, and we played out basically the same scenario to make $150.

We tried it with our real names. It actually worked much better, in my opinion, to call ourselves Julie and Brittany. We also tried it with Candy and Honey. The guy didn’t believe those were our names, but he paid us anyway after we rocked his world. They usually fucked Julie and let me clean them up.

We bought a bunch of McDonalds, including shakes, for the guys and came home. People in the restaurant glanced at our naked asses. It was rare for nudists to come in and order food. However, it wasn’t unknown. We didn’t have a problem getting served – just a lot ogling.

Jim had locked the door by the time we came home with the deadbolt so that Julie’s key wouldn’t work.

“Who is it?” he asked when we knocked.

“It’s Ham Pocket and Piggy, Master. We brought food for the men of the house!”

“I didn’t tell you to do that!” Jim said. I was shocked he didn’t immediately let us into our house.

“I know, but we wanted to surprise you.”

“Who told you to spend any of that money, Cunt Pocket?”

“I am sorry, Daddy!”

“Get in here; let me see how much money you made?” Jim said. He was naked from the waist down. “You got three hundred bucks for that used bed and furniture?”

He hurried us back inside the house and walked us into the kitchen so we could set down his food.

“We turned three tricks in the McDonald’s parking lot,” Julie admitted proudly.

“Who told you that you could be out fucking when there is work to be done and cocks to suck at home?”

“I just thought...”

“You THOUGHT? You asked me for a MALE LED house; but, who made the decisions today? A slit or someone born with a cock swinging between their legs?” Jim seemed to be REALLY into this new set of rules – much, much more than I would have thought.

“A slit, Sir,” Julie admitted with a frown. He grabbed the food, put it on the table, and told the guys to come eat while he punished us.

“You are off to a fantastic start! It’s not been two hours, and you are already making decisions, spending money that isn’t yours, and fucking for kicks?” Jim squirted some lemon juice from the fridge on our pussies, and then told us to bend over while they fed us. The juice stung a little, but it wasn’t agonizing.

I never thought my husband could be this strict. He played rough during Pop the Booty, but he never called us names and acted so strictly. His behavior reminded me of how Tiffany treated her mother. I assumed he was inspired by that.

I didn’t hold it against him. I had asked for this treatment from Julie, but I still felt Julie didn’t deserve it.

My sons were naked from the waist down as well. I thought they planned to fuck us. It was unusual for them to be nude for any other reason.

He didn’t say what position, so we bent over and grabbed our thighs with our hands, legs apart. I felt several McNuggets going up my asshole, and Julie did at the same time. One of the shakes we bought them was poured over heads. It was very cold. “Did you take it up the ass?”

“I got fucked in the cunt once and twice in the ass, Sir. Piggy sucked their cocks clean, and then I creamed their spunk in her mouth and let her eat it.”

“Sounds like you little cock suckers were out getting your jollies. I spent more on your NEW room than you brought home after selling EVERYTHING and putting out for total strangers. In the future, you BEG to spend anything more than three dollars. You can TEXT me. I don’t give a fuck about surprises, and if I want you to turn tricks, I’ll tell you. You don’t sit on a cock without permission from one of us, and Piggy doesn’t either!”

I heard him say new room, but I had no idea what he was talking about. Once again, my memory and mind seemed to be playing tricks on me.

“Yes, Daddy,” Julie had a tear in her eye as a McDonald’s Cheeseburger was stuffed sideways into our pussy. It was still warm, and I felt the cheese melting inside me as the ketchup and mustard squirted.

“Look at these disgusting cum holders,” he said of our pussies. “Now are you two human turds ready to eat with us?”

“Yes, Daddy, of course,” Julie sniffed and wiped her eye after her father gave her permission to stand back up and a slap her on the rump.

“I hope you enjoy McNuggets and French Fries,” Jim stuck a fry deep into our nostrils. The salt made us tear up. He arranged it so that Julie had to continue bending over behind me and eat the McNuggets I pushed out of my ass and the hamburger, and then I changed positions with her and did the same thing.

Once we were done enduring that, we cleaned up the garbage and put the food they didn’t eat in the Tupperware for leftovers in the fridge.

That’s when Jim let us see what he did to the living room. He called it our “New Room” and seemed quite proud of the work he put into it.

The boys had a sign on the wall using magnetic letters from the Dollar Store. It had the words “Girls learn when butts burn” on it. There was another sign that said, “Men rule, girls drool.”

Those were the signs in the Gibbons house.

They had pictures they printed of us in the nude, and the words “PIGGY” and “HAM POCKET” were written under them like posters. They were arranged to indicate this is where we would be living.

There was a metal cage in the living room, which was bigger than Crystal’s. It was built for dogs.

I presumed that was for me. They had a fart whistle for Julie’s ass just like the one they got me on my birthday. There were also some party hats and two cone-shaped hats that said “DUNCE” on them.

He had two very basic wooden stools with a big black dildo sitting on top of them. He had gone to Home Depot and bought more clips, clamps, duct tape, and rope. I was surprised he felt he needed more.

He had an identical stainless-steel bowl for Julie with the name “Ham Pocket” on it. I hadn’t used the one he bought me for my birthday because I ate directly off of the floor.

“Now, I spent a considerable amount of money to modify my living room and devoted precious living space and effort to moving this in here. If by Sunday you two cow turds have chickened out or failed to understand that male-led means male-led, I will expect my money back because I cannot return this shit. You WILL find a way to get that for me.”

“Yes, Master!”

Even though Jim was talking tough, I could tell he had invested heavily into providing a little space for us. I hadn’t thought much about where we would sleep after Julie moved us out of her room. Jim obviously actually cared about us, despite the name-calling.

“I had a little epiphany as you were out having laughs and squashing cocks. Throat Pocket, I want you to go to college and finish the Program. I don’t think it’s fair to have a consequence where I have to take that away because you changed your mind. That’s no longer on the table.”