Chapter 2

How had it made her feel when Dad casually said she’d be whipped? Eve, though hooded, was an expressive mime because she carefully pantomimed her emotions. I had the distinct impression that she was simply accepting this was the way things had to be.

Dad paused, then asked the girls as if he was offering to take them fishing, “Would you be able to whip her if she had made food you don’t like?”

Dani and Marie looked at each other, silently communicating as they do, before Marie answered, “Is that part of Eve’s training? I wouldn’t do it just because I was mad at her. I don’t even know her.”

“Good answer, sweetheart! Yes, Eve’s learned to be a masochist. Being spanked, flogged, whipped, and caned turns her on, but when she’s a good girl and takes her punishment without cumming, I usually like to reward her with one. Sometimes she’s not a good girl, and she needs to be truly punished. Then she isn’t allowed a cum. It can confuse Eve’s poor little brain when she’s naughty and still gets to cum.”

As mean as it sounded to tease this woman about her intelligence, I felt my boner throb in my jeans. Eve’s face was covered by her leather hood, but her body language made it seem like she thought it was funny to be described as having a limited intelligence that’s unable to process pleasure as a reward when it’s not deserved.

“The thing is, it’s not the spanking that’s the punishment. It’s withholding an orgasm. She already came four times today, but sometimes she doesn’t get any at all. Missing out on an orgasm is the real punishment. She’s been trained to crave them constantly.”

“Oh wow,” Maddie remarked, a thoughtful look on her face. So, what’s to stop her jilling off constantly? I can’t even imagine being told I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

I didn’t want to hear that my older sister got herself off. I was sure she did, but she could probably call a guy day or night, and he’d drive over just to eat her pussy and gain her approval.

“I know!” The twins said in unison, then giggled at each other.

I didn’t want to hear that either.

I tried to close my ears. I’d never considered the idea of any of my sisters rubbing one out. I mean, I knew Maddie has had sex. God, all my friends can’t keep their thoughts to themselves when they start talking about her and who her boyfriend of the week will be next week, but as far as I knew or wanted to know, Dani and Marie were virgins. I preferred to think they’d always be virgins.

“A good slave won’t, unless she’s given explicit permission to,” Dad explained, not embarrassed to be talking about sex with his daughters. “It’s part of what makes them a good slave and not just hypersexual. Once upon a time, we used to call such a woman a nymphomaniac. But women already like that are practically useless to me.”

“How do you find the sort of woman who is willing to be trained to get orgasms, though?” Maddie pressed.

“A big of part of my job is to help a woman learn to cum easily, frequently, and on command. I prefer to start with women who never even learned much about sex or how to cum, and to promote hypersexuality in a controlled environment. The sort of woman who was raised religiously, for example.”

“Like Mom? Dani asked.

We all knew about Mom being raised in a conservative Christian home.

“Just like your mom, Dani,” Dad beamed.

“When I find such a woman, I’ll introduce her to great sex, then help her understand that the reward for good service is a decent orgasm. Well, lots of them. Earned orgasms, though, not stolen ones. A woman who genuinely wants to be a slave will earnestly work for her reward many times a day. Like Eve.”

“How long has Eve been a slave?” Marie asked.

“For years,” Dad replied. “Before Maddie was even born,” He laughed as if only he knew the joke. “She was an absolute dead fish when I first took her to bed. Now she regularly gets at least a dozen orgasms a day because she’s a very good girl.”

“So ... let me get this straight,” I said, finally joining the conversation. Eve gets paid in orgasms, and she actually likes being hurt? Doesn’t that make her crazy? I mean ... like certifiable? No sane person would want that!”

“Eve’s not crazy, Luke,” Dad said as if disappointed in me. “She’s just had her pleasure centers identified and unlocked. She’s special in that she has a perfect slave mentality. She can operate just like a regular person for days, sometimes weeks on end. But since she first understood how she’s wired, her preference is to immerse herself in the lifestyle full-time. She doesn’t feel fulfilled unless she’s serving, cumming, and being fucked as much as her holes can stand. It’s why she’s plugged now. I saw you looking at her ass,” He smirked, making me blush.

“So, she’s a slave full-time? Wow, what a trip!” Marie blurted. “Do anything you are told, no job, no car, no retirement plan, no pay, where do I sign up?”

“She WANTS to be a slave full-time, Marie. If the next couple of days work out, she may just get her wish and no longer have to pretend to not be one. Some women want to wake up every day knowing exactly what is expected of them, and live to please others,” my father explained.

Eve nodded her head up and down slowly and held up a thumb.

“But what about her family? Wouldn’t they miss her?” Dani asked while ignoring Eve as if she were a decoration or a part of the furniture.

I wondered if Eve found that degrading, or if she was used to being treated that way. Imagine being nude in a room full of clothed people and being ignored while they theorize why you are there, and they never think to ask you.

“What makes you think she’s got family?” Dad asked, sounding a little unsure of himself for the first time.

“The scar,” Marie said. “She’s had a baby, and her boobs haven’t dropped around her waist, so she can’t be that old. She’s either a mom or she gave up her baby,” my sister said, showing surprising intelligence.

“She’s older than she looks,” Dad said, sounding relieved. “Her kids are all grown.”

“Kids? Like multiple? I would hope to look half as good after just one. How many does she have?” Maddie asked.

“Yep,” He shrugged. “One of whom wants to be trained. If Eve doesn’t cut the mustard after this evaluation, I may swap them out,” he snickered in Eve’s direction.

I could tell that Eve didn’t seem as enthusiastic about that idea as she had being degraded and teased earlier.

I had so many questions now – what did her family think about her as a slave? Did they ever visit her? How did she tell them? What did Eve do when she was back home between assignments?

“We’ve managed to get off topic, here, guys,” Dad said, holding up a hand to forestall further questions. “There are still plenty of things we need to go over. Number one, who here finds the idea of punishing Eve distasteful? In a “I simply could not do it’ sort of way?”