Chapter 6

Miriam and Frank were emotionally if not physically exhausted when they got to Frank’s for dinner. Ron asked what was up, naturally, and the answers set him back on his heels!

“Let me get this straight: you told Slut, here, to give her daddy a blowjob? And she did it? And her daddy held still for it? You’re shitting me, right?”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know who was more surprised, but there is no question that Slut went above and beyond.” Frank hugged his husky slave girl.

“I figured that either Slut would decide I wasn’t worth it or her old man would stop her. Instead, he lit into her old lady for being an idiot and forcing the issue! Slut’s mama has the same mindset as Slut – her old man just didn’t really understand what he had. You know how that goes...” Frank shrugged. “Now he does, though. I guess he would light into her every once in a while, but he didn’t really realize that she WANTED him to hold her feet to the fire.”

“What would you have done if they’d kicked Slut out?” Ron asked.

“I’d have brought her home, Pop. If necessary, I’d have carried a baseball bat to keep you off her, but I’ll be goddamned if I’m gonna be less of a master to her than she is a slave to me!” Frank’s eyes spat flame.

“You may have destroyed her home in any case,” Abby ventured. “What if her father can’t handle temptation?”

Frank eyed Miriam. “I know that you know that you don’t have to put up with that shit unless I tell you to, so it’s on you. If he gives you trouble and you don’t want to play, you pack your bag and call me.”

Miriam got this wary look on her face, so Frank added, “If it doesn’t bother you, and he doesn’t get in the way of my ownership rights, he can play – your mama, too. But he’s a guest and I come first – and you get to say no.”

Frank ruminated for a moment and added, “They might have to give some thought to tit for tat – Abby isn’t always available and Pop might want a piece of your mama. You might present it that way; it might slow them down, since I’m not sure your papa is into sharing.”

Miriam chewed on this visibly. “Yes, Master.”

“That MIGHT put a lid on Pandora’s box,” Abby mused thoughtfully.

Frank went back to Miriam. “I want this REAL CLEAR! He may be your papa, but from my perspective, he’s like every other motherfucker. You belong to ME and he has to get permission! I’m giving it to him, filtered through you, but if he wants something you don’t want to give up, it’s as if I said no. If he keeps going, you resist as best you can, then you call me and I’ll go over and kick him in the nuts until your mama will have to find another dick to play with, then I’m pulling you out of there. Are we clear?”

“So, just like your father, more or less?” Miriam flicked her eyes at the older Parker.

“More or less, except Pop asks permission from me. It’s not your option, it’s mine. It isn’t as if you’re living here, and it isn’t as if he’s your family. You don’t OWE your papa pussy; don’t let him run guilt trips on you. If he asks and you feel like giving him something, fine. But the fact that he put a roof over your head cuts no more ice than it would with anybody else’s old man – that’s his job, and he gets paid for it the same as anybody else’s, unless you’re feeling gracious. And if you DO up something, you make sure he understands that it’s a gift from me as much as you!” Frank frowned. “Dammit! That doesn’t work. He calls me and gets permission – that’s IF you feel like being generous. I know I’m rambling some, so we’ll go at it again: if your old man wants something, first, you have to feel like giving it up – without coercion – and second, he calls me for permission. Got that?”

Miriam looked at the ceiling while she processed all this. “I think so, Master. What about Mama?”

“Is that likely?”

Miriam pursed her lips. “I don’t think so. We got it to work, but I don’t think it is Mama’s thing.” She blushed a bit. “You, um, were working pretty close to her there at the end, Master. She might...”

“That should come through your papa,” Frank replied. “If they’re doing things right, it will, and if not, you let her know she’s fucking up.”

“Why not send them to the club if they want strange?” Ron grunted.

“Another fine idea,” Frank replied. “Remind me to talk to your papa about it.”

At that point, conversation lagged while the women set about cooking. After a few minutes, Ron ventured, “You got a little wild there, huh?”

Frank nodded. “I pushed it. I didn’t expect the result I got. Things could still hit the crapper. If Slut moves in...”

“I’ll try to be a good boy,” Ron replied. “She’s earned her place, and my respect. Well, as much as I give any woman, anyway.”

~#####~ The younger generation tended to continue to be subdued after dinner – Frank was in after-care, letting his slave know that she’d been a good girl and he was pleased with her. That being the case, the couples weren’t going to be playing off one another. Ron’s solution: “Abby, go around and open all the curtains and run up all the shades on the east side of the house so we can entertain the neighbors.”

Abby’s reserve totally left her at that point – she actually giggled and bounced from room to room like a woman half her age! Ron got a kick out of THAT! He hunted around and located an old dog collar, and had Abby crawl to him in the laundry room and put it on her and then proceeded to put her through ‘obedience training’ – having her crawl all around the house on all fours and move from position to position using hand signals. Everything was deliberately arranged to allow a perfect field of view from the upstairs windows of the house next door, and one of Abby’s jobs was to see if she could discover surveillance. She did, too, almost immediately.

“There is someone at the window, Sir!” Abby announced, her eyes dancing. “She’s bending the slats of the blinds to be able to see.”

“Good!” Ron chuckled. “Make a production of undressing me, then we’ll see if we can embarrass the shit out of her!”

“Yes, Sir!” Abby started peeling him, making certain the woman next door had a good angle on things.

~#####~ Rachel Farnsworth was incensed! That Parker person was doing it again! She’d suspected that he was a pervert, but the previous Tuesday, he’d removed all doubt! Parker and his son had had two women in the back yard – naked – and proceeded to conduct sex acts, including intercourse, right in the back yard! Rachel had noticed this, of course; who wouldn’t? It was right there in the middle of the Parker’s back yard! Then they’d gone inside, but to the elder Parker’s bedroom where they’d proceeded to run up the blinds so they were highly visible and have intercourse AGAIN! It was as if they were putting on a show or something!

Since then, the elder Parker had taken to leaving the shades up in his bedroom and wandering around nude, as if he was advertising or something! How rude! This constant public exposure was just ... well, gauche, at the very least – definitely ill-mannered. The arrogant assumption that ANYBODY would be interested in his nakedness spoke volumes about the man!

Since the incident on Tuesday, Rachel had been somewhat sensitized. As a result, she noticed the return of the narrow woman, and the later arrival of the younger Mr. Parker and his young girlfriend. When the older woman appeared naked at the window, running up the blinds, Rachel noticed immediately. What on Earth did they think they were doing? Maybe they thought that she would become disgusted and move away? ‘Well, THAT isn’t going to work!’ Rachel decided.