Chapter 3

I stood watching as my twin twenty-five-year-old cousins help my mom upstairs to get cleaned up. I’ll admit the three tight heart shaped ass all had extra sway in them to keep my attention and they were very successful. Even though I’d just cum three or four times in my mother’s fertile pussy, my cock was hard again, knowing all three of those hot asses were mine. Mom had openly declared that I was her man, her master, and that I owned her body. My two married cousins hadn’t said the words but had made their declarations by stripping and handing me their pre-cum soaked panties instead of heading home to their rich older husbands.

Now all I needed to do was deal with my bitter, rebellious aunt who, after all this time, was still trying to prove to her deceased father, she didn’t need anyone to tell her what to do. That she was perfectly capable of taking control of her own life and making her own decisions. And in a way, she was correct. It’s a fallacy people make when they hear the terms dominant and submissive. They think a Dom controls by force every aspect of a submissives life and a sub obeys. In reality, that isn’t true.

What a Dom does is provide structure and direction for a sub to follow. It is then up to the Sub to decide if that direction and structure is the right path for them and if so, then submit themselves to the care of that Dom’s care. For me, what is funny is that her insistence that she is not submissive. My Aunt has all her life followed the direction and routine her father laid out for her when she was younger. When both she and my mother were small, he had them on a strict schedule. He woke them in the morning at six A.M. and had them get up and make their bed. Go to the bathroom, shower, then they would return to their room and dress in the clothing he laid out for them. By seven, they were seated at breakfast and ate, then helped clean up from the meal before gathering their things to start their day.

Seven thirty saw them in the car with him, and off to school they went. That continued until high school, when they started picking their clothes, but my grandfather would then approve of their choice. He approved of the subjects they studied, the friends they hung out with, the guys they dated. Why? Because he was an Alpha or Dominate personality and the women in the Radcliff family were Natural Submissives. To this day my grandmother, aunt and mother all still get up at six A.M. Make their beds, go to the bath and take care of things there, dress and are at the breakfast table by seven. By eight, they have started their daily routine of work, or whatever it is. None of them realizing that they still follow the direction set by the Man of the House all those years ago. Especially my aunt who told my father when she was my age that she was an adult and didn’t have to obey him anymore.

She changed her college major, left the family business and joined her bisexual friend in starting a publishing company right after college. Then, as the ultimate FU, she had married a mousy little man named James Vanderbilt. It was funny because I liked him. He was an author who wrote fantasy novels. He was very creative, but he was not what I would call very Alpha.

Speaking of Alpha, Adrianne decided she wasn’t done trying to prove she was the Alpha in the room. “This has gone on long enough, young man. Now you’ve had your perverted fun and violated your own mother in front of her entire book club. I’m sure several of those nasty sluts will show up even before next Friday to take advantage of what you’re offering, but not me or my daughters. Go upstairs and tell Mona and Paige to get dressed and go home to their husbands. I’m sure I have clothes in my old room. You will apologize to your mother, and this will end, or I will be back to set you straight.”

I was done playing with this rebellious cunt. I reached out and grabbed a handful of her luxurious dark brown hair, wrapped my hand in it and yanked backward, pulling my bitch of an aunt onto her ass. Instantly not giving her time to get to her knees or turn, I took off for the kitchen, dragging her on her ass across the waxed wood floor. “Stop! What are you doing?”

“What your father should have done when you first rebelled! I’m going to blister your ass. Make sure you learn who is in charge here. Let me give you a hint it isn’t you, Adrianne. Contrary to what you might believe. I AM IN CHARGE HERE!”

I continue to drag her on her ass across the floor and into the kitchen, talking the whole time. “Here’s what I know for a fact. I know that Grandma, you and mom are all natural submissives and that grandpa was your Alpha. I know that from the time you were little, he took care of everything for you. He put you all to bed at night, woke you in the morning, got you up bathed you dressed you picked out your clothes, your classes, what you at when you exercised who your friends were. I know everything you did he approved, including schools you attended, friends you had and when the time came, boys you dated. I know he took your and mom’s virginity and taught you both about dating and sex. I also know that when you turned eighteen, unlike mom you decided you weren’t submissive and tried to rebel. Oh, I know you think you got away and have proved for the last twenty-seven years you are your own woman, but you haven’t.”

I had gotten my belt out of my pants and my phone and now was dragging Adrianne over to a kitchen chair I sat in where I then dragged her naked body over my lap her diamond hard nipples showing that she was aroused by my treatment of her even if she tried to hide it. As if the fluid dripping out of her cunt and the smell of over excited cunt wasn’t proof enough. I sent a message on my phone to a friend of mine known for training trophy wives using some interesting chemicals and being told he would have what I needed ready for pickup.

I pushed my aunt into the proper spanking position and, using the belt, spanked her ass as I called my nymphomaniac girlfriend, Mckenzie. “Hey baby, are you busy?

“No, I just sent Holly to work before mom came home from book club. She looks flustered. Do you know what happened there?”

I laughed. “Yeah, I busted them. They aren’t a book club at all. They’re a horny wives’ club sitting around daring each other to find lovers, but too scared to act on it. So, I took control and made them sit here and watch me give my mom the ‘Magic Myles Experience’ twice. Then I sent them all home hot and bothered and told them Friday night to plan on going on a weekend getaway where I’d give t to each of them. But that’s not why I’m calling. I need you to come here by way of Zach and Ruths and Pink Cherry’s superstore. Zach has a package waiting for me, stuff I ordered from his school. Use the debit card I gave you at Pinks and get me a bed restraint kit, ball gag, blindfold, leather covered paddle, you know the kind I like. Then a ridding crop and a large remote vibrating but plug. Two sucking nipple vibrators. And a sucking clit vibrator and a seven-inch Mister Thrusty. Then, if you want while I keep my word to my mom and make her fully mine tonight, you can punish this stubborn bitch in my family.”