Chapter 1

“ ... please goddess, can I come over,” my cuck begged over the phone.

“Umm,” I murmured, thinking I knew what this was about. Cantor, my sister’s recent ex-husband, had mentioned several times that he couldn’t get an erection anymore, no matter how hard he tried, not unless he was in the attic; it was beginning to terrify him, I think. To me it was just hilarious, and a personal victory. Months of bi-weekly hypnotherapy sessions had paid off with this cuck and my cuck-husband.

Marcus, my personal in-house hypnotherapist had bragged he could do it if given enough time; that and the piss training I’d imposed on my girls. I could now get each girl to squat and piss with just a simple command; and they didn’t even realize they were doing it, not until it was too late! Sometimes I just made them piss their pants in public to remind them who the mistress in this relationship was. Always, it made my girls horny; and that lead to compliance; or no fucking getting off!

We were working on puke commands now with the girls, which I suppose was impacting this cuck’s visits to the attic. “Come over...” I told him in a bored voice, “let yourself in—sit in the chair, but it might be a couple hours, bitch!” I knew he’d agree, and he did. Now I could picture him sitting in the little entrance hallway, waiting like a leashed pet. I’d have my assistant, Liz, test how deep his impotence training really went after an hour of making him wait.

“Liz!” I called out as I headed for the large parlor this Victorian house had, figuring I’d find her there. I quickly signaled for her not to get up from the couch where she was laying as she was heavy with child at this point. Next to Liz was my doormat, Kytt, as the two were nearly inseparable. Kytt wasn’t showing any signs of pregnancy yet, which was disappointing to some extent and wasn’t for lack of trying on my part. I’d had two bulls jizz her regularly, one of them black no less. But I was thinking at this point that waiting a month or two was best as then I’d still have a sub for taking cock on a moment’s notice; a bastard to bind her to me could come later.

I instructed Liz on what to do when Cantor arrived, getting a devious nod in return; Liz had a true cruel streak to her, which general worked out, but at times I had to discipline her when she got too carried away; hard to discipline pregnant girls though, and she took advantage of that fact. Kytt, on the other hand, always took anything imposed on her as just pleasing attention; wow, what a doormat. “Go give Tina a pee test,” I told Kytt, referring to my sister, “and bring it back to me!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kytt replied as she quickly stood causing her many piercings to audibly tinkle; clearly eager as ever to please her mistress. My sister, Tina, stayed in the house now, after her recent divorce from Cantor. She was happier now I could tell, though still resisting some of the situations I imposed on her for doormat training purposes; the tattoos declaring this status on the small of her back helped put her in her place, I suppose.

“Hey!” I yelled out at the two girls after recalling what I’d been meaning to tell them, “My older brother, Larin, is coming to visit in a few days. My half-brother actually,” I explained, “Same father. I don’t want Tina to know; it’s a surprise.” Why Larin had suddenly decided to visit, I had no idea. Lately, I’d not seen him much at family get togethers, like Thanksgiving and Christmas, only about every other year. I figured it was close to eighteen months since I’d seen him last; not that unexpected, my mother was our dad’s second wife; my mom never liked Larin all that much.