Chapter 12

I woke alone in my bed; my tired eyes tried to focus and made the time as 10:00 am, my arm reached over to find my bed empty. Shit, Jill was with Randy; what the hell was I thinking, letting my wife go with a stranger. Well, a stranger to me. I guess Jill has known him for years. Sally came into my bedroom, pulling me out of my reverie.

“Morning, Daddy, have you seen Mommy? And who is the strange woman in the backyard with Josh.” The night started to come back clearer as my mind woke. “I need coffee.” My voice ragged from sleep delaying the inevitable discussion with Sally until I got my needed coffee.

I followed my daughter’s naked ass to the kitchen, ‘All Holes Open’ was tattooed across her back; reading the words boldly emblazoned on her body brought my mind to the reality of my situation. I need coffee. I need to clear the cobwebs from my thoughts. Sally ground the beans and started the necessary caffeine delivery system brewing.

After taking my first sip, I said, “Sally, your mom, well, she is spending a few days with a friend. “ I had no idea if she knew about Randy, so I thought it would be best to leave where her mother was vague.

“DAYS! What am I supposed to do? She tells me what I need to do every day. I miss her already, Daddy. Can you help me?” She seemed more worried about the impact of her mother’s absence for a few days than about what her mother was doing. “I mean, she usually gives me a list of things to do and when I need to do them.”

Was my daughter so dependent on her mother so much under her control? Maybe direction would be a better word. She seemed truly lost and confused as to what to do. I remembered the scheduling laptop and opened it up; looking at the calendar, I saw that Sally had three live shows today scheduled. Ok, I could do this.

“You have three shows today starting at noon, then at two this afternoon, and another one at 4:30.”

“Oh goody, I love live cams. Sometimes I get to see the guys playing with their cocks, I really like that.”

“What do you do to get yourself ready, or what does mom have you do normally?” Keep her talking. Maybe we could both figure out what she needs to do.

“I generally sleep on the floor in Josh’s room, but last night, he had that woman in there. Who is she, Daddy?”

“We will get into that in a little bit. What is the first thing you do when you get up?”

“I generally suck on Josh’s morning wood, and he pisses in my mouth, and he then comes, and I eat it. Mom calls it my breakfast of champions.”

“So, you haven’t had your breakfast yet?”

“No, Daddy.” She looked down at her feet like she did a bad thing by not having breakfast as normal.

Tipping the cup and draining the cup of coffee into my mouth, “Ok, so I think you need to have your breakfast.” I expected her to want cereal or something. However, she quickly kneeled her naked body in front of my chair and quickly retrieved my cock, sucking it into her greedy mouth.

Her mouth was nursing on the head of my cock like it was a nipple, her mouth sucking life-giving, nourishing milk. Only I knew what she actually wanted. I released my morning piss. I could hear her make yummy noises as my rank morning piss streamed into her sucking mouth.

“That’s it, baby, drink up. You are such a good slut, sucking your daddy’s morning piss like this; I seemed to piss forever, and I watched her throat work to swallow over and over again. It was an erotic scene, and it had the effect of raising my manhood to attention. She did not stop sucking and working on my hard cock, trying hard for her dessert. Finishing her meal, she rocked back on her heels and looked up with her smiling face.

“Daddy, your piss tastes like coffee. I like it.”

Josh and Nelly came into the kitchen from the backyard; they had patiently waited until Sally had finished her breakfast. Nelly was naked, with her enormous breasts bruised. I could see where they had been pierced by the skewer last night. Her nipples were clamped with wicked-looking alligator clips. I could see the sharpness of the teeth that were not biting into her flesh.

“Good morning,” I said to Nelly and Josh. “Sally, this is Nelly. She is staying with us while Mom visits friends.”

“I guess you could call it visiting friends. More accurately, she is living out her deepest fantasy.” Nelly explained.

Sally looked up at her from her kneeling position. “What do you mean by deepest fantasy?”

“Yeah, she is living out one of her most deep-seated fantasies, to be property, with no decisions, no expectations other than to do exactly as told. Your Mom is submissive; she has tried to dominate Sally for a long time, and she did pretty good at it, too.”

“What do you mean? Can you explain?” Although I knew little about what was going on, I wanted more.

“The way I understand it, Randy had her start videoing in High School. He made her do a lot of things, you know about the videos, right?”

I nodded to her, “Yes, that is the reason I started to date her. I liked how she could show off to guys in videos, and I could have the real thing.” I had not told that to Sally before.

“Good. Randy has been involved in Jill’s life the whole time. They would take breaks, but she would always seek him out; then, when Sally was 14, he had her put the old videos where Sally would find them. She showed her how to do the videos; Randy is the distributor; he owns several porn and chat sites. Sally did not know about Randy or his control over Jill.

“It is making more sense. But I do not understand the switch between submissive and her trying to dominate Sally.”

“That was Randy; he told her to dominate your daughter; she could only do it intermittently, that is, until she had her submissive fix. Randy would do an attitude adjustment. You know Josh’s ‘Boy Scout Group’? It’s not really Boy Scouts; Randy would use that time to make Mom do anything he could think of, to put her in her place, you know, to knock her down a peg or two. Those weekly sessions escalated, and she was training Sally more consistently. Eventually, he told her that he wanted to let you catch Sally in the act. He seemed to know what your reaction was going to be. It looks like he was right, Jeff. Randy sent me a text that may help explain.”

She turned the phone to show a video. My wife was naked, kneeling in front of several large black men facing the camera away from the men behind her. She looked tired and used, her hair matted, cum on her face and body; she had a puffy eye that looked like it was bruising. “Jeff, please forgive me but I need to do this. I need to be humiliated, to be a cock sleeve; I am sorry I could not ask you to do this for me; Randy has been my go-to for so long. I could not do anything else. I will be home Monday morning. If you want me to go, I understand. Just know that I do love you and that I believe I am doing this as much for you as I am for me.” The scene slowly faded to black as one of the men started to piss in her hair. My wife turned and opened her mouth to accept the putrid stream.

My life has been a lie. My wife is another man’s slut, and my daughter is a nymphomaniac.

I looked at my son as he twisted an alligator clip attached to her nipple. “Tell them why you are here. Tell them what you told me. The whole deal.” Josh commanded.

I could not believe the expressions on both of their faces. Josh was serious like he would brook no resistance, and Nelly had a flash of pain and a slight smile of acceptance.

“Randy wants me to be a training aid for you two; I am to explain how to treat me and your mother correctly.”

“So, putting clamps on your nipples and pulling on them wickedly is how you want to be treated.” Josh pulled viciously on her clamped nipple.

“I want to be treated as an object for your pleasure. If causing me pain gives you pleasure, then yes.”

Sally “You had a long metal rod pushed through your tits last night that had to hurt.”

“Yes, it did terribly, but I enjoyed it as well. My tits deserve punishment. I hate these big bags. If Randy would let me, I would have him cut them off.”

“Why do you hate your tits? I wish I had big tits.” Sally looked incredulously at Nelly.

“They have held me back all my professional life. I had to end up teaching high school English, where all the boys drooled over my body. When I was turned down from all corporate jobs because they could not believe I was not a bimbo.”

It seemed like she had been obsessed with her tits. They were enormous. I had to admit I did not understand, and I doubt she could have explained it any better.

We had three days to learn how to dominate and control a submissive. A pain slut, a sex toy. Whatever combination of things she was. It appeared my daughter was a submissive as well, and as a sex toy, I was not so sure about Sally being a pain slut.

I took another sip of coffee, thinking, “My wife needs me to learn this lesson.” She appears to need more than weekly or bi-weekly adjustments. Or maybe her Boy Scouts are not enough anymore. I need this to maintain my sanity. Three days talking about drinking from a firehose; you cannot do it in small steps.

“Ok, where do we start.”

“OK, Jeff. Lesson one: your wife needs to be degraded, to be made to feel less than human. Here is one way you can drive that home. Randy has sent me another video to show you.

The video starts with Randy and Jill naked, kneeling. Could you go bring in Ben? He said to someone off-camera.

“That’s Ben; bring him in here, boy.”

A man brought in the filthy mutt. The look on Jill’s face was like he smelled foul like he had been rolling in something dead. Ben’s hair was matted and tangled; he was anything but tiny. A mix of a great Dane, a golden retriever, and a German shepherd. He had the size of a Dane, the coloring of a shepherd, and the long fur of a retriever.

Jill’s eyes got wide as she watched the stinky mutt come close.

“Bring him over to meet his new lover.” Jill looked ready to bolt. Could this be too much for this slut.

“What does he mean, lover?” I asked, not fully understanding what was about to happen.

Nelly replied, “Your wife does not think she deserves her life, you, or her children. This will make her feel so low, less than human. Keep watching”

The video continued Slut say hi to Ben, suck his dick like a good whore. NOW!! BITCH!! MOVE!!” Jill had hesitated to approach her task. With small movements, she started to inch toward Ben. “Faster Bitch; you need to want to do this because I told you to do it; you cannot do this shit in half measures.”

Realization hit Jill like a ton of bricks: did she want to do this, to really commit to this new lifestyle? She finally reached Ben, and he sniffed Jill and licked her on her face.

“He wants to kiss his slut, so kiss him back. Kiss him with your tongue slut.”

With a salty tear, she opened her slut mouth to the beast of an animal. The dog’s drooling tongue slipped into her open mouth, filling her oral cavity with dog slobber.

Jill felt the heat of embarrassment rise as she knew they were making the video for her husband, her loving husband, and her son. They would watch this video of her making out with a stray mutt off the street. Her pussy was drooling from the shame and humiliation. Randy was a bastard, but this was exactly what she needed—needed, not wanted. There was no way she could enjoy doing these things with a dog.

“Enough kissing your lover Cunt, start sucking his cock.”

Randy was doing what he threatened her with for so long to turn Jill into a dog-sucking dog fucking whore. They had discussed it, well Randy told her that he was going to make her do this someday. Someday was today, not just a bedroom talk of fantasy futures that would never come. The fantasy was fun the reality was quite different.

She finally reached out and touched the part of the dog’s cock that was unsheathed. It was hot. She knelt at the dog’s haunches, slowly sliding her hand along the big red cock that was exiting its protective sheath.

“I don’t have all fucking day, start sucking Jill.” Calling her by her real name was the worst; how could Jill suck on a dog’s cock? How could Jill, the loving mother and PTA board member, suck a dog’s cock. Using her real name in this context was even more than she could bear. She had an orgasm without touch; just being told to suck a goddamned dog cock was enough to make her cum. Steeling her breath, she bent her head under the dog and licked the tip of the canine’s penis. The precum tasted a little gamey. Actually, it tasted better than a lot of the men’s cum she had eaten over the years.