Chapter 1

“So, who is she?” I asked my sister, Maddie.

“I dunno. That’s the point, right?” Maddie answered condescendingly, sounding annoyingly like Mom.

The woman that Dad was walking in the front door on the far side of the living room was almost naked but for stockings, heels, a collar, and a hood over her head, hiding her face and hair. Her mound was shaved totally bald, and the only thing that gave away her age was a C-section scar. She was another old slut, like Mom’s age or maybe older, but tan and fit like a tennis player who took really good care of herself, ate right, and did Pilates. She’s a woman who is experienced; she’s fucked a lot.

My dad doesn’t find these women on the street. He doesn’t abduct them. He doesn’t have to trick or blackmail them. He’s got this one gagged, most likely under her hood, most likely, so I don’t know her story. Eve probably wouldn’t tell me about where she came from, even if she could talk. Eve’s probably not her real name. This one really doesn’t have to talk with words, though. Eve is so animated. Her body language of wiggles, gestures, and nods is like one of those street mimes.

They can say so much with silence and the way they move their bodies. You can picture them trying to get out of that invisible box, and they make that invisible rope seem heavy because they know how to move in a way that shows you what they are doing, even though they don’t tell you what they are doing. I usually try not to stare at any women my father brings home, but most of them are used to being nude in front of other people, and Eve was no exception. She didn’t care that I could see her pussy lips flap and her tits bounce when she walked around the kitchen on some unknown errand for my father.

These women are usually housewives and accomplished businesswomen, and they’ve lived complete lives outside of kinky situations. I haven’t seen one under thirty years old, and this one is probably forty by the looks of her. She’s hot for her age, though. My father doesn’t like to talk too much about what he does, but he’s made no secret that this isn’t a hobby. It’s his bread and butter and how he makes his money. These women enter into a business arrangement. They go live as some rich asshole’s sex slave for a few months, and they get paid really well. Then they go back to their boring little lives until they are ready to do it again—most are “One-time Susans,” as he calls them.

They did it for the thrill, or it was too intense an experience. I have no idea how much they make, but I gather it’s enough that the woman can take off for the entire year and live comfortably after a few months.

Women like Eve don’t start off compliant and subservient. They aren’t supposed to talk about their real lives. They are being paid to be a house pet, servant, sexual concubine, and a slave. They are whoever the client needs them to be. Dad told me once that it was rude to ask the girls about their past and compared it to asking the stripper for her real name. I don’t know any strippers, but some of the ones that actually talked to me told me they were sex workers before they signed up for this.

A few months ago, my dad was training a woman named Amy. She told me that she worked in a brothel outside of Vegas, and another girl had suggested she try my father’s service. She told me she actually liked being degraded. I didn’t understand why anyone would like that. Amy told me that she started being sexual at an early age, and she always had fantasies of being tied up and teased, and she makes a really good living making “Mukbang” videos on Twitter, which is just eating a whole bunch of food.

I didn’t understand that either. Amy said she didn’t have anyone waiting at home, and she seemed like she was an adrenaline junkie who was doing this almost as a dare to test herself. She could have been completely full of shit, but she told me my dad made damned sure that she knew what she was signing up for during her intake. He goes over limits, rules, and expectations, and makes them prove their understanding before he will start a series of trials. Amy didn’t provide all of the details, but I got the impression that he has a series of standard one-word commands and protocols they have to know backward and forward.

He does most of this education and discipline at his workshop. All I know about that place is it’s an industrial storage on the other side of town. I also know that you’d never know what was going on inside if you looked at it. The storage unit next to him does custom glass tinting on cars, and they think he repairs air conditioning units and old lawn mowers.

“Your dad took me out into the woods and left me there. Completely naked except for the rope harness. He hung me upside down in a shed for hours. I must have had second thoughts a thousand times, and I started to think he had left me there as a prank. I was so happy to see him when he returned. He cut me down, let me flop around on the floor for a few minutes, and then buried me up to my neck in a pit outside. Then he made a campfire and roasted s’mores while ignoring me for the entire night.”

“I am sorry about that, I didn’t know my dad was so mean,” I told Amy at the time.

She immediately defended him. “No, your dad isn’t mean. He never raised his voice. He never got angry. He never showed any emotion. He treated me like a butterfly in a science experiment he was performing, and it felt like he was just testing how far he could pin my wings back.”

“It sounds horrible, and you liked it?”

“We aren’t meant to like it, Luke.” Amy became wistful and melancholy as she stared at my cock. She was tied up on our guest bed, completely helpless. Desire on her face, begging me to fuck her. It probably galled her that I would be reluctant and not jump at the opportunity to have her.”It’s complicated. Your dad makes sure we understand the assignment before he assigns us to a client. What you consider cruelty is a kindness. If he hadn’t let me have a little taste of hell, I’d never be ready to go solo with a client. I hate being tied up like this, and I hate begging for cock. There are men who would pay five hundred bucks to sniff my asshole and lick my feet. They would be shocked you aren’t all over me. My pussy is throbbing, every part of me wants dick – in any hole, anyway you want me!! Please!”

I can still hear her begging. I can still smell the smell of her wet pussy on the sheets. If she was acting, she was doing a fantastic job.

Eve was hotter than Amy. There was no question, she was probably someone’s obsession when she was my older sister’s age. My sister has that ‘smoking hot blonde/prom queen’ vibe going on. Guys fall all over themselves for her, and she can break their hearts with a simple rejection. I was willing to bet Eve used to be able to do that twenty years ago.

What stood out most, other than Eve’s leather discipline hood, was her tan lines. This woman had the whitest skin behind tan lines that defined where a conservative bikini usually covered her tits and cunt.

I frowned at Maddie across the kitchen table, where we were doing our homework. She’s such a bitch, sometimes, stating the obvious to wind me up.

My sister Maddie has almost graduated from high school and is a pain in my ass. She thinks she knows everything because she skipped a year in school, and she treats me like a little kid, even though I’m only a year younger than her.

All Maddie ever talks about is which college has the best-looking guys, and how she can’t wait to strike out on her own. My mom gets a little wistful and melancholy about that, but our dad gruffly promises to help her pack.

I love it when he tells her not to let the door hit her where the good Lord split her! I’ve never seen her let anyone but our dad get away with talking to her like that.

Maddie seems to think that having big boobs and an ass she can clap makes her an adult or something. She orders me around, tries to make me do her chores, and ignores me at school whenever she’s not calling me a dweeb in front of her friends.

I suppose she’s right, most hot girls walk all over guys, and she’s notorious for doting over a guy until he wants her – and then she doesn’t want him.

She likes to joke that her potential new boyfriend didn’t pass her test. I always tell her that her test shouldn’t be hard like a mid-term, and then Dad will joke that she’s easy like an open-book quiz.

We can goof on each other that way, but my theory is that Maddie’s test is set up so nobody can pass because she doesn’t want to get close enough to anyone for very long – so she can avoid getting her feelings hurt.

I told her that once, and she called me Oprah for a week, and told me she just likes to fuck around, and relationships are a bore.

Her being a condescending slut isn’t Maddie’s biggest fault, though. Oh no! My big sister still acts like a little kid around Dad. It’s so unfair. She has Dad wrapped around her little finger. She smiles sweetly, puts on her angel face, and calls him Daddy with something akin to a lisp, and he calls her his little princess. But then she will turn around where he can’t see her, give me the finger, and poke her tongue out at me like a five-year-old.

All the boys at school have been blinded by Maddie’s act, too. Sure, she’s hot as far as sisters go, but no one at school sees through her like I do. No one sees the bitch. Oh no, they see the bright, popular girl with the nice rack.

My friends will not shut up about how pretty she is, her smile, her body, her radiant, soft blonde hair (and perfect tits) and cute butt, and sexy walk,, blah blah blah, and always wanting me to talk them up to her. As if!

Even my friend Evan, who I’m pretty sure is gay, has asked me to introduce him to Maddie a bunch of times lately. He’s always asking me to get her to text him for stupid shit like getting tutoring, or helping with school dances, or one time he wanted me to talk her into joining high school cheerleading.

I say I will, but I never do. Fuck that! Let him think she’s ignoring him. I’m really doing Evan a favor. Maddie’s trouble with a capital T, but he refuses to listen when I tell him that. Nor can I tell him she’s a slut. Family secrets and all.