Chapter 4: Story becomes Cliff Notes

Mary was feeling sorry for herself. She whined and complained without pause, justifying her actions and trying to convince Paul that her decisions had all been for his benefit. She never once broached the subject of what she’d put me through or how it could have been in anyone’s interest other than her own to sell my use to anyone with a decently sized bank account.

She even used Paul’s car as an example of how she had looked after him, reminding him that she’d gotten him that car as soon as he’d turned sixteen and hadn’t even gotten herself a new car until recently. Paul’s car was little more than roadworthy. If that was the best she could do with as much money as she was making off me, she probably had to forego a new outfit to pay for it. That she used it as an example of how she’d put him ahead of herself had been laughable.

I allowed her to bitch and whine for two reasons. The first being that the more she justified her actions, the more Paul laughed in her face at the absurdity of her claims. She had to begin realizing sooner or later that her arguments were baseless and self-serving. The other reason I let her, is that with everything she said, my resolve was reinforced. Unfortunately - or maybe in a karmic world it was fortunate – my thirst for revenge was diminishing and being replaced with a sadness for Mary’s shallow, greedy, mindset.

I spent a lot of time rethinking things in regard to Mary. When I’d been under her control, my whole existence revolved around pleasing her. I’d spent hours and occasionally days with nothing to do but think about how I could please, impress and serve Mary better. Now my mindset had been allowed to diverge from the one Mary had forced on me and I hoped I could do what she did to me, but in a helpful way rather than a sadistic, selfish, inconsiderate way.

Paul seemed to share my feelings because although he had his own objectives – to sleep with his mom and make her pay for her crimes against me – he also loved her despite the mean-spirited woman he knew her to be. It was Paul that came up with the idea for his mom’s sleeping arrangements that first night. She was still naked except for her stockings and heels because Paul thought she looked her best wearing just those two things. Personally, I like sexy underwear covering a woman’s treasures but for Paul, I was happier to see him happy than to make Mary wear what I preferred.

“Mike. Did mom really make you drink her pee?”

“If it were only hers and if it was the only thing that came out of her that she made me swallow, it wouldn’t have been so bad. People do that all the time. Survivalists even do it when there are other, albeit more difficult options. Why?”

“So drinking pee isn’t, like ... dangerous?”

“Hell I have no idea. All I can say is that I’ve survived on it for 3 years and for less but a long time, on nothing fluid but pee.

“Mom needs to make up for doing that to you, dude. It’s not right.”

“You want to piss in your mom’s mouth? That’s no big deal,” I shrugged to show that it really wasn’t... “But take her to the bathroom. It gets messy if she can’t swallow fast enough.”

Mary was kneeling, legs spread, her fingers interlaced behind her head, looking at her son in disbelief. “You wouldn’t make ME drink your pee, really, would you Paulie?”

“What’s the difference, mom? Are you rethinking how bad it was for Mike or are you just a weenie when you think of someone doing it to you? Anyway, I didn’t actually say I wanted to do it, but maybe it’d be fun sometime. Mike, on the other hand...”

Mary didn’t answer immediately. She’d only minutes before been downplaying what I’d been made to do for her – trying to convince her son that even though I’d been her slave for 3 years, I hadn’t had it as bad as Paul had thought.

“Okay, but can I drink something else afterwards? I let ... Master ... at first ... if you remember?” Mary finally suggested, maybe forgetting that I was sitting right there and could confirm or refute her claim.

“You mean the bucket of ice water you threw over me when I puked that first time or the glass of water mixed with Tabasco the second time?” I calmly asked.

Mary’s hope died. Her shoulders slumped and her head dropped. I think she really had forgotten and maybe even replaced that memory with something that sat better in her head.

“Do you care if I try something I saw online once? I know you said I could do anything but ... well this is a payback situation and I wanted to be sure...”

“I trust you, Paul, although it’s getting kind of late and I’m about wiped,” I replied.

“Yeah and I have school in the morning but I’ve got to swing by the condo and get some clothes and stuff, so I’ve got to get up early. I can get stuff for mom too, if you want me to? Unless you don’t care if she shaves her pits and pussy with your razor like she used to! Haha. But I mean if you want to use her tonight or something, otherwise I was gonna put her down for the night anyway.”

I agreed and Paul went in search of, ‘supplies’. There was plenty of what he needed – rope -laying all over the place. Mary was not big into keeping the place clean and although Paul had done a lot himself, he was still a teenager and his idea of cleaning and mine were at opposite ends of the scale. He found rope in a box in the master bedroom’s closet. He also found a collar and leash and seemed to delight in using them on his mom.

I followed them into the bathroom, Mary crawling beside her son. On the carpeting, she didn’t bother to lift her feet clear of the floor. She’d learned how much harder keeping them up could be.

Paul had Mary lay on the cool tile with her feet against the wall. He used rope to bind her ankles after removing her shoes. Mary didn’t struggle at all. He then had her put her hands behind her neck as if she were laying on a pillow and not the hard floor and bound her wrists to her neck too, so she couldn’t move them. Mary was fine with that as well, or at least as fine as a mother whose dressed son was tying her up naked could be.

Paul then took the toothbrushes and toothpaste out of the cup they were kept in on the counter and without rinsing it first, filled it with water.

“Drink this mom. Pretend it’s piss. Since it’s a small cup, you need to drink four of them. If you don’t, I’ll just see if I can top you off with real piss instead. Understand?”

Mary eagerly downed the first three cups of water. She must have been thirsty because they were 16oz cups. The fourth was drank a little more slowly but she did empty it. I took the cup off her after she’d finished the last of the water and as I’d suspected, the glass really needed to be cleaned. There was toothpaste residue still stuck to the bottom despite being used four times. Neither Mary nor Paul had ever cleaned the cup.

I already had an idea what Paul was up to although Mary seemed happily ignorant of what was to come. My suspicion was confirmed when Paul took another piece of rope and tied it to the bindings on Mary’s ankles then looped it over the robe hook on the wall above her feet. I helped Paul winch his mom up the wall. She couldn’t have stayed in that position long, with her head still on the tiled floor and her neck and arms bearing her weight, if the rope hadn’t been taking almost all of the strain. As it was, she didn’t look all that uncomfortable. I could imagine her drifting off to sleep in that position.

We turned off the bathroom light and left her there despite her complaints that she had an itchy nose. It kind of surprised me that an itchy nose was her only complaint. I’d been in that predicament a ton of times, although I hadn’t complained. Mary had no idea what she was in for – well at least for another 13 minutes. I was getting ready for bed when I heard a pitiful plea from the bathroom. Mary was calling Paul to set her free so she could pee.

I heard Paul respond and felt a little curious myself. Despite being naked, I opened the bathroom door and looked in. Mary was already begging Paul to free her. She resorted to bargaining pretty quickly too, offering first another blowjob, then actual sex and finally, as if she’d run out of other options, offered him her cherry ass hole. Paul actually got mad at her when she offered that and he bent down and slapped his own mother’s face, making her cry.

We had to keep an eye on Mary for another very long 20 minutes before her bladder got the better of her control. It was worth it too! Mary gushed. I’d have thought that tying her ankles together would have ruined what Paul had planned but either he got lucky or he knew more about female anatomy than I did. Her urine fountained out of her. My first thought was that it was like she was a work of art – a living public fountain my second thought was satisfaction at her predicament.

The fountain shot up, missed the ceiling by inches and arched down, hitting her squarely on her lips. Mary groaned but in doing so, got a mouthful of piss, which made her retch. Her piss didn’t stop coming and Mary was either too surprised or stupid to keep her head turned to one side or the other, so she literally sprayed her own face in piss, ingesting a little in the process. Of course the stream couldn’t continue at its initial pressure so Mary coated her whole body before it stopped.

“The best part is that if either of us gets up in the middle of the night to pee, we’ll have options too!” Paul said with a laugh, turning around to head out to his room.

The next morning, Paul told me he had indeed peed during the night and Mary had done her best to swallow some although he’d had to tap her tits a little with the back brush before she put in any real effort at keeping her mouth open for him to aim into. Mary was in the kitchen, hobbled and her wrists tied together, naked and cooking breakfast for us. It explained the dull red marks across her chest and why she’d taken so long to clean her mess off the bathroom floor. We’d had Mary with us for 3 weeks when I first noticed the real change in her. It had been so gradual that it wasn’t something I woke up in the morning and noticed. Mary had served me breakfast as usual and taken her position ready to respond to any whim or need that either Paul or I had. I was dressed in a new suit. This morning I’d be going for my first interview. We’d already had the telephone one and I’d been shortlisted even after being out of circulation for 3 years.

I was in a pretty good mood. Tonight, to celebrate my move forward towards normality, whether or not I even got the job, Paul and I planned to open Mary’s back door. He’d dropped all sorts of hints but refused to ask. He’d fucked his mother’s mouth at least twice a day and he’d taken her cunt in every way he could imagine. When I offered him the chance to double-team her, he’d gone absolutely crazy with joy. It was the first time I was going to touch Mary myself, previously preferring to jerk off into whatever she ate.

The change finally hit me while I was sipping my coffee. I wanted creamer today and although it was right in front of me, it was Mary’s job to get my coffee just right. Sometimes I had creamer and sometimes I didn’t. Today I felt like adding creamer so I signaled Mary. In a flash she was right there.

“Good luck with the interview this morning, Master,” she whispered. “I know you’re going to get it. I just know it.”

“Thanks Mary. I appreciate it,” I said automatically.

Mary retook her position and I took a sip of the coffee with creamer. That’s when it hit me. A bunch of little things all coming together to spell change. Mary hadn’t whined, complained or otherwise made a nuisance of herself in more than a week. I hadn’t really thought about it, figuring that she’d got sick of her bitching falling on deaf ears. Then there was the compliance. In addition to not complaining every time Paul or I tied her up, she almost seemed to participate in her bondage, rolling to her side without being told to, or standing on tiptoe so the rope could be as tight as it could be once she’d settled her weight back on her heels. When I sent her to her cage – Paul had come home with it and it’d become her ‘go-to’ place - she immediately complied. Just little stuff but little stuff that added up

The encouragement she’d whispered was unique in two ways as well. Firstly, Mary didn’t know how to whisper but she’d recently seemed to have learned. Then there was what she’d said. Mary didn’t give a shit about others. She had no idea how Paul was doing at school or how I spent my time away from home. I simply tied her up or locked her in her cage and left her. She’d never before been curious as to what I was up to, which was in fact to get rid of the condo I’d paid for and sort out the mess of her finances.

I called Mary to me. Instantly she complied, maybe fearing the whip or cane I’d taken to disciplining her with. Paul still enjoyed putting her over his knee but I’d preferred till now to keep her at a distance. Mary gasped when I pulled her onto my lap. This was a first for me and she’d come to realize it. After all, 3 weeks without as much as an accidental touch would be hard to miss in her position.

“I’m sure you’ve heard Paul and me talking. Tonight I’m going to fuck your ass and then Paul will absolutely want to as well. Now listen carefully, slut. This is important and you will NOT lie to me. I’ll know.”

It was a true statement. Paul had quietly brought something to my attention. Mary always grabbed her pinky fingernail and held it curled with the thumb of the same hand when she lied. If she was telling stories, she begin to flick the finger with her thumb. She didn’t even know she was doing it and that’s why the first fake nail she’d always lost was her pinky fingernail. Now she didn’t have fake nails but she still unconsciously had that quirk. And Mary was hardly ever excluded – not actually invited to join, but usually present nonetheless - during conversations I had with Paul. I saw no reason to spring most things on her like Paul loved to do, so that’s why I expected her to already know about her upcoming anal adventures.

“How does it make you feel that I’ll be taking your last cherry?”

Mary didn’t answer immediately even though she knew that was a rule. This time I didn’t punish her for it because it was important enough to me that I was willing to give her time to actually think about her response.

“I’m scared, Master.” She said then was silent again for a few moment.

I was about to prompt her for more but she beat me to it. “I wasn’t gentle with you and you’re going to be rough with me too. Master Paul reminds me of that every day.”

I sensed there was more she wasn’t saying. She’d been with me for 3 weeks. That’s 3 VERY Intensive weeks. I was starting to realize things about myself even as I forced Mary to recognize things about herself. I’d read online about a thing called an affirmation, where people recognized one of their strengths or weaknesses and created a mantra to reinforce or repute their strength or weakness.

I thought such things were a good idea. But I was having Mary do it a different way. Each morning as soon as Paul recovered from his wake up blowjob, he’d give her the word or phrase he and I had discussed the night before. By evening, after we’d had the meal Mary had created, she would say the word or phrase then detail what it meant to her and how she was either going to improve that strength or minimize the weakness. Mary had received a LOT of punishments the first week due to her poor affirmations. She got good, very quickly. Mary is not stupid. Just lazy.

I’d been privately doing affirmations too. Not even Paul knew that, but they’d helped me considerably. Just that morning I’d chosen leadership, both as a strength and a weakness – I realized I’d been providing Paul with leadership even as I allowed him to discover his own path and I’d allowed myself to settle for the easiest path for me rather than taking charge and insisting things be done my way - in ways that might not reap rewards until later.

The easy path for me now would be to accept Mary’s answer and be happy I scared her. That had always been my intent – to get my revenge and scare her enough that she’d never again do something as foolish as she’d done to me. But just accepting her answer as truth because she hadn’t shown her, ‘tell’ was my weakness too. I couldn’t let it go if I wanted to recover, but I was worried that digging deeper would give me answers I didn’t want.

I mentally shrugged. ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained’, I told myself. “Mary. You’re holding something back. One thing you never did when you were my mistress is hold back. I have the scars to prove it. I’ve been far more lenient with you than I’d ever planned and that’s about to come to a halt if you don’t tell me everything.

Mary folded her pinky. Whatever she was about to say was going to be a lie. “If you lie to me God help you,” I raised my voice a little and I know she heard the anger.

“My first affirmation,” she started quickly then paused, looking for the right words. “Bitch. Remember? Sometimes I think I should do those early ones again. I’d do better now. Remember I said I WAS a bitch? I was lying. I AM a bitch. And I was going to lie to you just now because ... well because it’s embarrassing.”

“I know you were lying. You got punished for lying then too. Do you remember that?”

“I get punished every day, Master. I’m one big fuckup.” She sighed, resignation in her voice.

“What was your word...” I paused to think a moment. “Three days ago?”

Mary thought for a moment herself. “Ugly, Master?” She asked, tilting her head a little in confusion as to where I was headed with the question.

“That was 4 days ago if I’m not mistaken. Three days ago it was, ‘Persistent. You work hard and don’t give up easily. Those are good things. That means that you keep trying. If you’re a fuckup, it’s because you’re still trying. Do you really believe you’re a fuckup?”

“Every time I look at you Master. And again every time you reject me.”

“I already told you I was going to fuck your ass tonight. I won’t be rejecting you tonight, right?”

“But I’m still scared. I’m scared ... that I’ll like it,” she whispered. “Just like the spankings.” She added almost inaudibly.

“Are you saying you’re happy...” I began to ask but Mary broke another rule by cutting me off.

“I’ve never been happy, Master! It’s why I’ve been a bitch. But now...”

“Are you actually saying you’re happier here, being tied up, fucked by your own son and having your ass spanked, than you were before?”

“I don’t know, Master! I can’t be but I think I am. I’m so confused. Sometimes I just want the pain so I can feel ... something.” Mary stifled a sob. She really looked miserable.

If this was a trick, Mary was successfully tricking me because all I had to go on was her pinky finger thing. A thing she wasn’t doing. Maybe our treatment of Mary was doing things to her head like her treatment of me had? The thought gave me pause. Mary had fucked with my head so bad that I couldn’t think straight for days after my rescue. Was I doing the same to her?

I’d made a conscious decision to not screw her up the way she had with me. I hadn’t been allowed to interact too much with Mary or the people she rented me to. A ball gag when a ring gag was not necessary, had been part of my, ‘gear’ along with the cock cage. Not being able to talk about things but instead only being able to listen to Mary’s indoctrination of me had sped my demise. Mary had NEVER in the whole time she’d been here as my slave, been punished for talking. She’d begged and pleaded, whined and bitched a lot those first weeks and I’d put up with it for the reasons I’ve already explained, but she’d been allowed to do it and freely process the result.

I had to leave the conversation or I would be late for my interview. Mary seemed almost eager to be allowed to crawl to her cage and be locked inside. Maybe she could process her own conflicting emotions while I was gone.

Before I left, I asked Mary to remind me what her word or phrase of this day was. I really had forgotten.

“The multiple kinds of beauty, Master.” Mary replied, a small smile breaking through her unhappy countenance.

While I waited for my appointment, I had a few minutes to think about leadership. That led me to thinking about Mary. She didn’t seem at all worried about not having the condo to return to after the next week. Paul would be staying on at my place. Mary would be out on her ear, as far as I was concerned. Those thoughts led me to questioning why I’d hooked up with Mary in the first place. The answer was her atomic personality. Today she’d been pleasant. If that was going to be the, ‘new and improved’ Mary, she’d easily find a new boyfriend. I personally preferred feisty, not a lapdog. Just like Mary used to be, not like she was becoming. I also didn’t really expect the Mary I saw today to last much longer than a week. She’d be back to her normal selfish, self-centered bitch self within hours of being set free.

When Paul got home from school he was in a poor mood. I’d thought nothing could effect his mood for the day when he’d left that morning. After all, the plan had been for him to fuck his mom’s ass today, something he’d looked forward to for weeks, like a kid looking forward to going to Disneyland. He stormed in the door, grabbed his mom by the wrist and dragged her behind him over to the couch. Without a word of greeting he dropped onto the cushions and pulled Mary over his knee where he proceeded to paddle her ass.

I’d only recently arrived home too and was in the kitchen making a grocery list. I could have had Mary do it but I wanted to go to the store just because I like to people-watch, so I planned to make it a useful trip.

Mary cried and generally apologized even though she had no idea what she’d done as Paul wailed on her cheeks, looking for all the world like he wanted to blister her, all without uttering a word. Hearing the sounds of the spanking, I wandered out of the kitchen and the look on his face caused me to save my greeting. Instead I watched for a couple of minutes before interrupting him.

“Hey Paul, we agreed you’d explain why you’re correcting her or she’s never going to learn.”

“Shut the fuck up! She’s my mom and I can spank her ass if I want to!”

Whoa! Paul had never had a harsh word for me in all the weeks he’d been here. Something had obviously set him off and he was taking it out on Mary whether or not she was actually at fault.

“Stop that at once!” I growled.

“Or what? You gonna stop me?” He panted, laying another pair of smacks on Mary.

Yeah, as he said, ‘or what?’ A few weeks ago I wouldn’t have even dared to issue an order. My word for the day had been leadership. Calm leadership not leadership fueled by anger, hate or jealousy. I stepped forward and grabbed Paul’s wrist, stopping the next slap before it landed. I felt the strength in Paul’s arm. For a 17 year old, Paul is muscular. It was only my advantage in stance and position that allowed me to keep his hand from making contact.

“Paul, it’s me, Mike. Just talk to me then you can go back to disciplining Mary if you need to. But it’s really important to tell her WHY you’re doing what you’re doing.”

Paul seemed to snap back to himself after a few heartbeats. I felt the pressure to continue the spanking leave his arm, so I released his wrist. Paul pushed Mary off his lap and she crumpled to the floor, crying.

“Ah shit, dude, I’m sorry.” Paul apologized. “Doug called me on the bus. Him and Becky broke up and that upset me. But then a couple of the football players started to get on my case about something that happened at school. I just kind of lost it.”

“So you took it out on your mom?”

I didn’t lecture him. I didn’t even ask if he really thought it was okay to beat on his mom just because she couldn’t defend herself. I said nothing about the way he had spoken to me either. These were all things he was fully capable of figuring out for himself. Instead, I asked a couple of questions.

“What happened at school today? It must have been pretty bad to effect you so much?”

“Just stupid bullies. They think they run the school and they get pissed when someone stands up to them. But ... well they caught me at a bad time on the bus. I can’t believe Doug and Becky broke up. She screwed around on him.”

“Okay, So Mary didn’t specifically do anything wrong that you were punishing her for?”

“Well no, but ... He didn’t finish his response, realizing that anything he said would be rationalizing just like he’d accused his mom of doing so much. “Fuck ... how to show how immature you are, right?” He smiled a little. “I really am sorry, dude. I’m sorry for yelling at you and for taking it out on your slut. I do know she’s yours for another week,” he tried to smile. “I guess that’s something else we have to talk about, right? One more week and I get to say whether or not mom’s had enough?”

We spent a lot of time just talking then. My trip to the grocery store was forgotten since what Paul was going through was more important. Mary brought us a couple of sodas and we talked about Doug and Becky for a while. I even had Mary lose the corset and thong she was wearing so Paul could calm himself faster by enjoying seeing his mom naked. That seemed to be an infallible way of raising Paul’s spirits. He seemingly never grew tired of seeing her nude and submissive.

Paul called Doug back and invited him over. At first Doug was resistant but eventually agreed he’d be there within the hour. While we waited, we talked about Mary’s month of service coming to an end. The agreement had never been that Mary’s service would HAVE to end after a month. It had always been that Paul had the power to end it after a month.

It was originally going to be after a month of bondage, torture, gang bangs, piercings and tattoos. Mary so far had received no piercings, no tattoos other than the tiny one she’d gotten herself as a teenager. She’d had a total of no gang bangs and the torture had been restricted to punishments for specific deficiencies - other than Paul’s unwarranted spanking of earlier. Paul wondered if I planned on keeping her another month so I could do those things and was more surprised that I had very little interest in holding onto her another month at all. When I broached the subject of finding a girlfriend for myself, he actually gasped at me. He’d just assumed that Mary was my girlfriend again. Teenagers have a unique view of the world!

He was so shocked, he addressed a question to Mary, asking her if she was okay with me finding a girlfriend. As expected, Mary just said I could do anything I wanted. I carefully studied her face while she answered. I couldn’t see either happiness or sadness there. It was like asking her if she wanted soup or salad. I did see her curl her pinky though. It made me wonder how reliable the finger curl was as a tell.

“So if Mary’s service ends at the end of the month and you’re getting rid of the condo, can I keep her myself?”

That question came out of left field! I’d never considered anything like that. Mary would be ‘free’ after the end of the month. Free to get her ass out of my home and start again somewhere, anywhere, else. She needed a job too, since she’d quit hers nearly a year earlier.

“I invited you to stay here, Paul. I did it knowing that you’re still in school and can’t pay your own way. Mary is an adult. After her service ends, she needs to start paying her own way again. If she wants to stay, she’d need to pay rent. Hell, she might have no desire to be in the same county as me once I free her. That’s something I planned on talking about with her tonight. We have a conversation we started this morning to finish after we fuck her – if we do, what with Doug coming over and all.”

“This’ll be the first time mom’s had to serve while we’ve got a visitor too. I hope she doesn’t embarrass me,” Paul admitted.

Mary was not excited about the idea of one of her son’s friends seeing her naked and serving. She wanted to hide in the bedroom while Doug was there. She begged and pleaded about that however not once did she whine about Paul’s request to keep her with him once the month was over. Possibly they’d already discussed this in private or possibly she was just keeping her options open. Either way, it seemed that serving her own son was more acceptable than being exposed before one of his friends – or the idea of being exposed before one of her son’s friends was all-consuming.

Mary didn’t know Doug. She’d never met any of his friends. It’s one of the things Mary was deficient at in Paul’s life. If it didn’t benefit her, she ignored it. Now she was being put in the position of meeting one of his friends naked except for a collar. She shut up once I reminded her that meeting one friend who understood and accepted the, ‘lifestyle’ was better than meeting a whole football team for a gang bang.

When the doorbell chimed, Mary freaked. I would have had to whip her into submission if I had any hope of getting her to answer the door naked. I considered exactly that although it would take time. Doug had reluctantly agreed to come over. Making him wait at the door while I helped Mary change her mind about opening it seemed wrong. The only thing that stopped Mary from escaping to the bedroom was my fistful of her hair. I’d caught whatever I could reach when she had leapt to her feet.