Chapter 74

November 25th, 2047 –Monday (After School)

On the way back to the car, Julie was extremely happy-go-lucky. “It’s Dewey’s birthday this weekend, and I literally have no money. What should I get him?” she asked me. I was glad my daughter was in a good mood. She had been stressed out lately by trying to satisfy her father, her aunt, and the NIS Program, and she was probably trying to keep me in line as well.

“I am a dumb cunt, Ma’am, and I am not allowed to handle money either. You could beg your father for some money and ask him to decide what you should buy for, Master Dewey?”

It felt like the right thing to say, but my daughter sighed because I was essentially useless in the advice category for anything involving making up her own mind or taking initiative.

“Yeah, I’ll think of something,” she smiled sweetly. We saw her little brother on the way to the car. He was walking with Reese and still in the nude.

She made a playful request to Dewey to show his taint to us. It was fun and not really payback at all. He had been obsessed with looking at ours when this all began.

He still had his butt plug in – that surprised me that he had worn it all day. I knew how difficult that could be firsthand.

“Master Dewey, you should only wear the plug for about two hours a day at first. Did you wear it all day?” Julle asked.

“Yeah, it wasn’t so bad! I kind of liked it. It made my dick hard! Brunna loved it!” He said while bending over and showing us the skin between his tiny penis and his asshole like he used to make us do when this all began. It gave me a sense of nostalgia for the early days of the Program.

“Nice taint!” Julie put her thumb up, and I have to admit, it was kind of cool to look at a boy’s flap between asshole and dick. His little shriveled-up balls were so tight. I bet my son masturbated a dozen times today to satisfy someone’s requests. I noticed that a lot of boys tend to make other boys do that just as a power move.

I’ve also noticed girls tend to request boys jerk off to watch them humiliate themselves when they make funny faces and shoot their load everywhere.

Teachers tend only to do it because the student can’t control their erection, and its distracting others (or them) in class. A lot of male students who aren’t in the Program that come to class naked tend to play with their dicks absent-mindedly during lectures, and teachers usually don’t tolerate it.

“Did you perform any exciting requests, Sir?” Julie asked her little brother.

“Brunna wanted me to lick her wet butthole after she used the toilet. I can’t do that at school, right?” Dewey seemed like he was largely disgusted by the request and hoping he’d be told he can’t do it.

“Nope, that’s considered oral sex. You can kiss AROUND the butt cheeks, but not on the hole. You shouldn’t even get too near it, or you could get in trouble,” Julie let him know that was a no-no.

I’d done a lot of naughty things at school like that, but technically many of them were against the rules in normal circumstances (the hallways and classrooms).

“Hey, that’s a request for you both! Come kiss my ass cheeks!” Dewey decided while we were crossing the parking lot.

We walked up to Dewey and went to our knees on the pavement. Julie and I kissed one of his ass cheeks with our tongues and then kissed each other after we finished.

“Hey, I didn’t tell you to kiss!”

“Sorry, Sir!” Julie grinned. She didn’t even try to get into the front seat. Reese drove, and Dewey sat in the passenger seat. Julie and I started making out without being told we had to do it. She licked the creamy milk from my tits.

“You are in a good mood, Julie.”

“You can still call me Ham Pocket if you want, sir.”

“Wow, that’s cool. Turd Pocket, too?”

“You betcha! Whatever nasty thing that springs to mind!” Julie offered.

Once we got into the car, the boys talked amongst themselves and occasionally watched us finger-bang each other and make out in the backseat. Reese was the designated driver of what was once my car. It didn’t feel like my car any longer.

Once we got home, Julie headed straight into the house without waiting for permission to enter. I was surprised Jim was already there.

He was giving Laura a backrub as she sat in a chair in the living room. Tim was on Julie’s laptop in the front room, and Erica was reading a book. Julie had pretty much given up all of her personal things, but the laptop was needed for the Program and one of the few exceptions.

“Hey, that’s my laptop!” Julie frowned at Tim.

“I am glad you are home,” Jim said while ignoring Julie’s protest. I wondered why he was home so early or if he had gone to work at all. “I was just talking to Laura about you, Julie.”

Julie stood flat-footed in the living room and blinked at him, waiting for her father to say something.

“I told Laura you made a deal with me to live in a male-dominated household. You were very cocky and said you didn’t need a backing out period. You agreed to three days to make up your mind. I am sure you remember. I just want you to hear me remind you anyway that you consented and accepted the collar I bought you. You obeyed the rules YOU created for a while, but once you got your jollies, you decided you didn’t want to do the hard work like cleaning and cooking. She thinks you made the deal, you keep the deal, and I agree. I expect you to keep that collar on just like you were as a constant reminder that your ass belongs to this house and not the other way around.”

Jim made it sound like Julie had asked for this to get a thrill and left out the part where she wanted to confirm her bias about things that made her uncomfortable and try different power structures at home. I was positive Laura had spun things that way to him before we arrived. I remained silent.

Julie fought back a smile as I lowered myself to a squat by her feet, spreading my legs apart as instructed whenever Jim and Laura were having a conversation. It was one of Laura’s rules. Dewey and Reese, perched on the couch, chuckled among themselves, joking about “making popcorn” as if they were settling in for something highly entertaining.

Jim ignored their wisecracks.

“You made a commitment, Julie. I didn’t break my end of the bargain. Reese and Dewey held up their end of it, too. You ASKED us to do this with you and decided we were all done. You made that choice for us. You’ve been moping around, and you don’t clean or do any chores. I know you believe in consent, but you also made a commitment,” Jim remained calm and gave Julie a chance to respond.

“Go ahead and continue, Sir.”

“I don’t expect you to do any of the more sexual things any longer. Laura pointed out that it’s unseemly for me to have sex with my daughter, even if she is a whore that will fuck anything or anyone. We think you should go back to being more of a maid. Laura doesn’t want you or your mother on any furniture. Piggy hasn’t forgotten that, but she pointed out your butt sweat and pussy juice is ruining the dining room table.”

Julie nodded without commenting.

“Laura also doesn’t want you taking up hot water and valuable time in the only bathroom now that there are two other kids using it. You can use the garden hose the way you were when you were all hot and heavy about doing this -it was good enough then, it’s good enough for Piggy. She also doesn’t like how you stare at her when you are under the table. Laura and her kids are guests, so at a minimum, you should clean the bathroom, as well as Erica’s and the boys’ rooms. Tim’s back hurts from sleeping on the couch. However, Laura knows you are having sex with the guys in their room. That has to stop, and instead, we’ll get a bed for Tim, and that could be his room as well. I know you don’t want to be treated like a slave, but you made a bargain. Now that the reality set in, I think you think there should be no consequences for changing your mind!”

It was obvious that Laura had pumped him up, and he had spent some time thinking about what he wanted to say. It wasn’t like Jim to lay down the law this way.

“Wow, that’s quite a mouthful, Daddy. I wanted to talk to you about this today as well,” Julie said politely. She apologized to Laura politely for any dirty looks. She said they were largely unintentional (which meant some WERE intentional) but promised to do better.

That comment wasn’t lost on Laura. She gave my daughter an ominous look to let her know she didn’t accept the apology without saying it.

“Jim said he didn’t want apologies—he wanted to know if you were ready to put in the effort,” Laura said, her tone sharp as she continued. “You made these rules, proposed them, and then, just like your mother, you walked away before finishing what you started.” Her words sounded less like Jim’s and more like her own feelings coming through.

“I was thinking today that I did not have an incentive to continue with the discipline, just a consequence. I concede that I do OWE you 10,000 dollars. That was the agreed-upon amount if I gave up?” Julie asked. “That’s what I pay if I refused to obey the rules, right?”

“Oh, Julie. I am not worried about that. I was just trying to think of some impossible number. I didn’t take that part of the deal seriously. You don’t have $10,000, and you can’t use the money your mom is going to make to pay me back!” Jim assured her.

“No, I wasn’t planning on taking Piggy’s money, it isn’t mind to take. I do take the deal seriously. Can I ask, though, if we are going to have a male-led household, and Aunt Laura and Erica are going to live here, are they expected to answer the males of the house?”

Laura was outraged, and Jim explained they were guests and not living here – although they had fully moved in and were clearly not leaving any time soon. “You’ll wait on our guests, and if your Aunt Laura wants something, you will fetch it and not give her attitude.”

“Understood, okay, I’d like to pay you back the $10,000 to earn my freedom,” Julie said. Jim thought she was being absurd. “I can work it off. If you call Danny Gibbons, and ask him to rehire me, I’ll bring Piggy, and we can start working to slowly pay down the debt. If I can earn it all before I go to college, you have to let me out of the deal?”

Jim didn’t think that was possible, because Gibbons was likely to keep most of the money, and at most, he’d let Julie keep 25 dollars per trick, and me keep $10 per trick we turned.

“I will serve as a house pet like I was before, but I do have some conditions,” Julie said.

Jim slapped his knee and rolled his eyes. “Oh, here we go again. A list of demands, let’s hear it.”

Laura was upset that Jim would even consider what my daughter had to say.

“Obviously, I continue to train Piggy. There was some ambiguity about that before. I allowed you to override my decisions about her. I must have full autonomy to make decisions about her, even though you are my boss. It’s imperative I have time each day to train her. We have a competition coming up, and we could make 10,000 dollars. Piggy has come in second for the last couple of competitions, but I really think she can come in first this time.”

“Go on.”

“I’ll concede that Master Reese is my superior because he was born with a cock, and I was born with a twat. He should drive it, and I can’t without express permission for now. However, I ask that you put Piggy’s car in MY name on my final day as a house pet before I am dropped off for college and allow me to have it. I understand that girls aren’t as important as boys, but I really want the car, Daddy.”

I wasn’t sure why she’d want my beat-up old car. Her father wasn’t either.

“Why should I do that?” Jim asked. Laura placed her hand on my husband’s arm; probably to remind him not to concede to Julie’s demands.

“To give me an incentive to try my hardest and not quit. If I quit, you keep the car and whatever I’ve earned so far toward my debt, and I still owe you 10,000 dollars!”

Jim frowned and said he’d think about it. I guessed that Julie’s request had more to do with establishing some goal than it did with actually having the car. She wouldn’t really need it on campus.

“I’m not paying for insurance on it once you leave for college,” Jim said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “If that’s the case, you need to decide how you’re going to handle it.” Then, with a nod, he gestured for her to continue.

“It’s getting cold, and it’s going to rain soon. Piggy can’t keep sleeping outdoors. She has to be moved back indoors,” Julie had another request. I hadn’t even thought about the changing seasons. North Little Rock did get snow and ice at times in the Winter.

Laura was aghast at the very notion of me sleeping under the same roof as her.

“We can sleep in the cage in the boys’ room or in Aunt Laura’s room if you want to keep an eye on us,” she offered tentatively. “We’ll move out of the living room and give you back that space.”

Even though Laura didn’t say she approved of that idea, her face brightened. I assumed my conservative sister would not have anything to do with this arrangement. However, she seemed almost delighted to get us out of the living room. Jim had originally wanted it that way so he could watch us squirm together and keep an eye on us.

“Go on,” Jim prompted for more demands – assuming there were more. I was surprised Julie could rattle off things she wanted without thinking about it. I was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate for long periods.

“Julie, Erica, and Tim can order us both around, and we will clean for them, bring them drinks and snacks, just as we would for you and my brothers. However, I don’t think my Aunt goes in for being addressed as Mistress the way you would for Master. Since Piggy is not filling the role of Mom, and you are Daddy, I propose that we address her as Mommy, or Mommy Laura and Ma’am, Erica as Miss Erica or Ma’am, and Tim as Mister Tim or Sir.”

OUCH! I’ve been smacked, had thumb tacks put in my tits, bit by fire ants, and hearing this suggestion not only confused me, but it made the pit of my stomach turn upside down and inside out.

“I don’t think that would be necessary,” Jim said firmly, deciding that was a step too far. I felt a quiet relief but kept my expression neutral. Laura had often remarked that when I smiled, I looked “evil” or “devious,” and she never hesitated to warn me she’d wipe it off my face if she caught me squatting and smiling at the same time.

“Wait a minute,” Laura nodded. She didn’t want to seem too eager but clearly she was. I hoped that Julie had made this offer as part of some sort of bait and switch tactic. My sister said that would be acceptable to her, but it would depend on Jim. I assumed perhaps that my daughter was trying to flatter Laura. It seemed to work. It would be humiliating to call my sister “Mommy Laura,” but I’d degrade myself if Jim or Julie wanted that.

I wasn’t Mom to her any longer though – I was Piggy now. I hoped that I was wrong about her wanting Laura to be her Mother.

“I am going to also request that my name isn’t Ham Pocket. It’s just Pocket, and you can add anything to it you want, but you can’t call me Julie any longer. That goes for our guests. I am no longer Julie Garner. I am just Turd Pocket, Hot Pocket, Pocket, Bitch, Slut, Whore, whatever else you want to call me.”

Laura didn’t respond to that request.

“Piggy’s name is Piggy. You can call her Pig, Piggette, Slut, Shit face, dumb ass, whatever you want except for Brittany or Peggy. It’s confusing her, and she’s too stupid to realize you are talking to her when you use those names. That would go for our guests as well.”

Laura’s lips curled into a small, grinchy smile. She loved to call me Peggy, which actually made my skin crawl for reasons I didn’t fully understand. I got the impression by asking for this concession to the rules, that Julie was still on my side – our side.

“It’s Dewey’s birthday this weekend, and I don’t have anything to give him because I am not allowed to spend money since I am a girl. I propose that I allow him to take Piggy for the weekend and have sole custody of her on Saturday and Sunday.”

Jim smiled, and Dewey mirrored him—a silent agreement passing between them. I stayed quiet; it was ultimately my Trainer’s decision to let me be “babysat.” I’d never been supervised by Dewey for such an extended time before, and the thought unsettled me. Knowing him, I’d probably end up as the unwilling subject of one of his never-ending science experiments.

“We will start working either on Wright Avenue or back at the Gibbons trailer. I ask that you send Reese or Dewey with us to keep an eye on us and watch how many tricks we turn so that you get a fair amount back on your 10,000 dollars. I know it sucks for them, and we’ll be gone for 6 or 7 hours a night, many nights a week, so you won’t have a maid during that time,” Julie was either a terrible negotiator by agreeing to more than Jim had ever asked for, or she had a plan. I assumed it was the latter.

“Gone all night? Even on school nights?” Laura sounded intrigued and hopeful we would be out of her hair more frequently.

“No more pushing thumbtacks into any part of our body except the fleshy part of our butt cheeks. That includes in and around our assholes. That REALLY hurts, and it should be a punishment instead of a game – so only if we do something really bad.”

“That was ONE time, Pocket when we were playing pin the tail on the donkey, and I was blindfolded,” Reese apologized. Dewey had frequently used thumb tacks on my tits and other parts of my body but I didn’t correct Reese.

“No need to apologize; you are the man. I am just putting these out there in no particular order. I am willing to negotiate, but once the bargain is made, I will go back to house the pet, so I wanted to make sure I covered everything.”

“I don’t know that we’ll be playing those kinds of games around the house with our guests here. I think Laura is a little uncomfortable with that kind of thing,” Jim said. It sounded like my husband planned on Laura staying a long time.

“Dad! Pop the Booty is fun!” Reese and Dewey intoned.

“What’s Pop the Booty?” Erica chimed in. Dewey and Reese started to explain the game. We had tried to play over the weekend, but Jim and Laura were busy, and it wasn’t the same without their father.

“I think that’s wicked, and it’s degrading to women,” Laura shamed us all for playing and called it “filthy degrading perversions.”

“It’s supposed to be degrading, Mommy Laura. We are very prideful creatures, especially me. This helps us not get too big for our britches and act uppity like I have been. It’s sort of like a daily spanking we get,” Julie explained.

“I agree you should be spanked, but anything called Pop the Booty sounds a little too much to do around us!” Laura countered.

“You can close the curtain and not see it, Aunt Laura,” Reese said. Jim nodded and asked Julie if she had anything else to add, I think he was getting confused by how much Julie wanted to change the rules.

“Dog food makes me want to vomit. Please stop feeding it to us. You can blend our food or make us eat off the floor at your feet, but there are ants outside, and as I mentioned, it’s getting chilly. We need to eat inside the house.”

“Okay, I’ll consider your dietary request; what else?” Jim seemed a little exhausted of these requests but now mildly amused.

“I understand I am not permitted to use the toilet and that I have to clean it. However, I don’t think we should have our heads dunked in the dirty toilet and be made to lick the sides of the bowl,” Julie added.

Laura was shocked that the boys dunked our heads in the toilets and made us clean it with our tongues. It was mainly me who had to do that.

“Mommy Laura would probably find that disgusting, and it’s extremely degrading. I also think when we go out to eat, you shouldn’t feed us from the dumpster and leave us outside or make us stick food up our ass before we eat it in public. It was extremely embarrassing to the entire family.”

Jim smirked and let her continue without agreeing or denying that rule change. I could tell Julie was buttering Laura up in how she phrased some of these. She wasn’t asking for the last for her – per se. She made it sound like she was trying to save Laura some humiliation by associating with dumpster diving whores like us.

“Lastly,” she exhaled. Jim sighed like he was glad this was the last demand, but I think he enjoyed his daughter’s list because she was smiling, and so was he. “At school, I know that my brothers are my boss. However, they can’t make us shit or piss on school property in the grass any longer. They can walk me like a dog in the neighborhood, but at school, it’s too much. I get laughed at for squatting at lunch by my friends. I’d like to sit at the table like all the other students who aren’t Breeders. Piggy has a new butt plug now to sit on, show them,” she instructed.

I didn’t remember Julie or me shitting or pissing on the grass outside at school – but I had been losing my memory so much that it may have happened. I hoped that Julie was going somewhere with all of this.