Chapter 12

Once the webcam was off the girls acted more casual even Hayden. It made me imagine what it must be like on a porn set when the director yells “Take Five” because everyone was still naked but they weren’t playing their parts.

“You did so good, baby” Betty told Hayden that she earned a little “420 time” which I later learned meant she could smoke some weed.

“I thought that collar was going to belong to me?” Waverly asked about her sister’s shiny new collar. She looked jealous and Hayden liked that.

“Find a Master that can put up with your crazy, snotty ass and maybe it will be. This is just for the duration of the restriction,” she warned Waverly. That answered one of my questions about the significance of the ceremony. The collar wasn’t permanent but I hadn’t got my hopes up so I was okay with that. It wouldn’t make sense for a long term commitment anyway. It was just a webcam stunt.

“Your pussies still belong to me until I say otherwise anyway,” she put her finger under Waverly’s chin and then told her that Hayden’s was just on loan to me. That was good for me and it answered another question about if I had total control or not.

Betty told Hayden to run a comb through her hair and put some makeup on. “Cover that pimple on your ass, and then come back out with the puppy stuff and the little stuff and let them decide. We’ll be back out in twenty to finish up,” she instructed Hayden.

“I hate doing Little scenes on cam,” Hayden shrugged.

“You’ll do whatever you are told, this is restriction not a Democracy” I said in as commanding a voice as possible. All three women looked at me like I was hopefully joking. I wasn’t.

“Your Master has spoken,” Betty smirked slightly. I had a long way to go before they would take me fully seriously. I had no idea what the puppy and little stuff even involved.

“Well, Master can come kiss all the welts on my ass after this is all over tonight,” Hayden said like it would be a chore but she also made it sound like it was an invite and I was down to do it.

“If they pick Puppy, you’ll be locked in a cage all night, Remember this is 24 hours a day,” Waverly stuck out her tongue at her sister and then Hayden stuck out her tongue right back. The two of them touched tongues and wiggled and then Hayden went into the bathroom. It was pretty obvious Waverly was giving her sister a hard time and probably kidding. I say probably because anything seemed possible.

“Don’t piss or shit because they may want you to be a little,” Betty warned her daughter that she would be wearing diapers and be expected to fill them.

Waverly joked not to worry because her little sister was always full of shit and that wouldn’t be a problem.

Hayden teased Waverly right back and said she’d leave a big stinky one in her diaper and cry for Miss Waverly to change her.

“Hell no, you got you a Master now. He can be a Daddy Dom and change that stinky ass of yours!” Waverly pointed to me. I was disgusted but intrigued. I’ve never changed a diaper before or even babysat anyone.

Betty told Hayden that she was wasting time she could be “baking” and with that Hayden quickly went off to spark up her pipe in the bedroom. That left Betty me and Waverly prepping for a private show.

“That ceremony went pretty well. It wasn’t too boring for them was it?” Betty asked me as if I had some insight into the chat room’s mood. I told her that I liked it and that seemed good enough for her.

“Can I ask a question?” I said because it was another thing I was wondering. Betty told me that I could always ask what I didn’t know. I felt self-conscious though because I felt like I was supposed to already know these things.

“If Hayden is a slave, why does this house look like a mess?” I asked about all the clutter, the smell and everything.

Waverly said that was a good question and they both laughed.

“I was never much of a service slave myself but that isn’t really the training we are doing,” Betty told me there was a much bigger conversation about types of training to have a later time.

Waverly on the other hand joked as her Mom set up the laptop that if I wanted the house to be neat and clean her and Hayden could kick my ass again and make me their service submissive.

Betty glared at her daughter and silently indicated not to talk about that in front of the webcam with a customer on the line. Apparently, that initiation or test or whatever they did to me wasn’t supposed to be common knowledge to the chat room.

We had set up in Waverly and Hayden’s room next to Waverly’s bed.

The guy who paid for the private show was Niggerdix2 again. “Two private shows in one night? Hey big spender. I haven’t seen you in the chatrooms,” Betty said to her computer as she set up the show. She thanked him for the help with rent and suggested he buy her private clips and pictures. Niggerdix said he had already purchased them and she told him thank you and that there would be more clips soon.

“We have an editor now!” Betty meant me because of my computer skills. I had never had any reason to edit videos but I assumed I could handle that.

I started to wonder if that might be my Uncle perving out on us. That handle was something he would come up with.

UNCLES NOTE: WASN’T ME, BUT JUSTIN IS RIGHT. I LIKE THAT HANDLE. I JUST WONDER WHO TOOK NIGGERDIX1 FIRST THAT THERE HAS TO BE A NIGGERDIX2.{br}

“So what do you want? I could use my toes sucked,” Betty suggested to the camera and then her eyes got wide and she looked at me and back at the computer. “If that is what you want then that is what you get,” she said. I was suddenly very nervous. She showed Waverly what the chat request said and Waverly looked back at me and then at the computer and nodded quietly.

“What is it we are doing?” I asked.

“If I told you first, then you may not do it,” Betty chuckled as she and Waverly got on the floor on all fours and positioned the laptop behind them but off to the side so Niggerdix2 had a good view of the action. They told me to come around to the front and get some lube.

They had an industrial sized tub of lube in the living room. However, they meant me to put my entire fist in their mouth. Betty opened her mouth and urged me with her moaning to push my hand in deeper. I could literally feel her tonsils and pushed passed them. Betty told me that this was the best kind of lube and kissed my slick fingers once I pulled them dripping from her mouth with her own saliva and snot.

Waverly took my other fist as well but I didn’t put my throat down her mouth. She opened her big mouth like a catfish going for a hook and engulfed my left hand.

Betty told me to get behind them and get down on my knees and then starting with two fingers work them into their asses. I did as I was told without looking at the camera. I focused on playing with their buttholes and sliding my fingers into them. Waverly had a cute little pink butthole like her sister but Betty had a darker one. It reminded me of a dark cherry candy and it opened like magic and I slipped three fingers in.

“Good, now go ahead and put your entire fist in there,” Betty told me. I stopped and froze. Waverly looked over her shoulder and told me with a wry expression that it wouldn’t break them. I pushed my entire hand in to the wrist.

“Good, deeper,” Betty encouraged me to plunge my hand deeper into her anal cavity. It felt like I was putting my fist into the inside of Hayden’s mouth. I could feel what I assumed was a tiny turd ball in Waverly’s asshole but neither of them gave any resistance. They clearly knew how to relax their asshole muscles.

Both Mother and daughter had huge ass cheeks and for some reason I assumed that translated to a lot of space inside their asshole. However, there really was no space in those ass cheeks. They were full of fat and I loved watching them jiggle.

“You can go harder, pull your fist almost all the way out and then plunge it back in like you are punching my fart box,” Betty told me. Once I did she began to pant and groan like she was having an orgasm. Waverly did too.

I thought I was hurting them but they urged me not to stop. They both seemed so close to orgasming like if I just twisted my fist a certain way they would spasm into ecstacy. It made me feel powerful.

The women’s assholes were so pliant and open that I felt like I could probably push past my own elbow if I dared. I didn’t dare though. It seemed impossible that my forearm could disappear into an ass and that I was thrusting both fists into two assholes.

The girls were panting like dogs and they began to French kiss passionately sucking each other’s tongues and showing me. My dick was super hard. I wanted to fuck them because their pussies were dripping wet.

The computer started to beep. I was hoping it wasn’t his time up because now that I had started I didn’t want to stop mashing my fist up their deep assholes. There was all this white cream on my forearm now. There was nothing green like before with Hayden. It smelled like sweet Parmesan cheese though.

“See what he wants,” Betty croaked through an orgasmic haze as she moaned and howled in ecstasy and pain.

“He wants me to put my fists in your cunts?” I read out loud what Niggerdix wrote. I started to do it and Betty told me not too. I was surprised because if their assholes could fit my fists then certainly these huge gaps between their legs would take my fist.

She told me to come back around to the front. She continued to make out with her daughter and then grasped for my cock with her mouth and kissed her before getting me to put my fists down for the two of them to lick. They made me open my hands and they licked my palms clean and then I put my fist deep into their mouths again. This time I didn’t take my time I just pushed them in to where they were before. They gagged and gurgled but they licked my fists clean.

The two of them had just basically licked their own ass juices clean from my fists.

I knew without being told what to do. I returned to my position and looked at the webcam and then thrust my hands into their pussies. They backed themselves up onto my wrist and began to fuck me back like horses trying to buck me off. They turned to face one another titty to titty and made out with one leg up each so that I could fist both of their pussies. I started basically punching like I was trying to hit their stomachs. I wasn’t sure how elastic a pussy was but now I felt confident enough to just treat their cunts like I was Rocky Balboa training for the big fight in the Butcher shop. They groaned in pain and yet shook and panted.

The computer made a different kind of beep. It was a 1 minute warning. They sat up slightly and looked at the camera longingly. Betty asked if he could afford to keep going.

Niggerdix said he was good. “I hope you came, baby! I sure as fuck did!! Will you come and play with us again?” she asked the computer but Niggerdix logged out.

“They always stop talking when they pop their cork,” Betty pulled herself off of my fist but Waverly waited until I removed it. They started to wipe themselves off.

“Don’t use my sheets for your pussy stank,” Waverly chided her mother for using her bed sheets to wipe her wet pussy and asshole. Betty told Waverly that she loved the smell of her momma’s wet cunt and used her daughter’s pillowcase to floss between her legs.

My hands were still dripping from the girls bodies – a mixture of cunt, ass and saliva all dripping down to my elbow.

“We aren’t on camera now, so go and wash that off otherwise we’d lick you clean, good job. If that was your first time fisting two women at the same time then you really did better than I could have expected.” Betty gave me a kiss on the lips and asked me what I thought of that.

I wanted to joke that I fisted three women at the same time before but somehow I couldn’t think of a way to pretend I had three fists. I just stared at her in awe for a moment and then said “I loved it,” with stars in my eyes. It had blown my mind.

“Well, try being on the receiving end and tell me again,” Waverly was walking a little funny now – bowl legged.

“Listen, you can be a lot rougher with me than the girls,” Betty whispered to me. “You were really holding back like you might jiggle something loose in there. Just punish my pussy and asshole. I have been fisted about three times a night every night for years. You did good for your first time but you need to be way more aggressive with me. Just be ruthless. Think of some bitch that really fucked you over and go to town on me. If you can’t think of any than just wait until I do something to piss you off and work those feelings out,” she told me privately with a laugh.

She had a dark sense of humor like her daughters but she was clearly not kidding about kicking her ass next time.

I was surprised she wanted me to be MORE aggressive! I thought I had gotten a little crazy in there and I was worried that I may have even hurt them.

Hayden privately had told me earlier I could be rougher with her.

Waverly had privately told me earlier I could be rougher with her than I was Hayden and she wouldn’t break.

Now, Betty had privately told me I could be MUCH rougher with her than either of them and that I needed to get more aggressive.

I washed my hands and my arms off in the sink and joined them in the living room. My dick was still super hard and it felt kind of normal to walk around with a boner.

“We just got double-barrel fisted,” Waverly bragged to her sister. Hayden was already on her hands and knees in puppy mode. The chatroom had overwhelmingly decided she was to be in puppy mode. She had a rubber dog tail in her butt and was wiggling it around. She had a leather face mask on that had puppy ears and a muzzle in the shape of a dog’s head. Hayden had black fingerless gloves on her hands.

She still had all the dirty words we wrote on her earlier on her body but she had covered herself in white talcum powder and applied a black spot with makeup to her side to give the impression she was a furry dog. She was apparently prancing around, sitting up pretty and playing like a puppy for the camera.

“Roll over,” Waverly told her and offered her sister a snack. Hayden panted happily and then rolled over on the dirty carpet like a dog doing a trick. Waverly ate the snack and when Hayden stop panting and looked up in surprise her sister shrugged and said “I ain’t your Master, he is!” and pointed to me with a thumb.

Waverly begrudgingly gave me a box of snacks. She had been eating two of the snacks for every one she offered Hayden. The snack were called Combos. Little pretzel bites with cheese in the center like a dog biscuit. I did the things we do with our dog at home except Hayden actually complied and listened.

I made her sit up and beg. That was my favorite because her tits bounced as she breathed and panted. She let her tongue hang out and held her hands up in front of her like a real puppy. This was blowing my mind. It was so sexual and yet it wasn’t. My erection wasn’t going anywhere.

I made her bark. I made her “Give me paw” and hold my hand as she sat up. I didn’t even need to look at the chat log. I threw a dildo like it was a ball and made her play fetch. She ran after her on all fours padding down the hallway and then returned with it in her mouth and dropped it into my hand. She even playfully pretended once she wanted me to throw it but not take it first like a real dog would.

Hayden sniffed crotches while the other girls played with themselves with dildos. Waverly did another private performance though. I wasn’t sure what she was doing but she made a lot of noise in the bedroom doing it.

I pat her on the head and told her what a good doggy she was and she wiggled her butt and the tail wagged in the opposite direction as her ass cheeks wiggled back and forth. I could have done that all night but the time ran away from us and we actually stayed on 30 minutes over their normal time.

Betty blew a kiss, offered everyone 10% off their old porn clips on a clip4sale store with a coupon code, gave out her Instagram and then mentioned a few of the big tippers including Niggerdix who had apparently logged back in by name.

I wondered who had the time to spend all night watching girls on Webcam and I wondered who had the money for that kind of tipping. It had been fascinating and exhausting and I was horny as fuck.

The girls were not exhausted though. They were just hungry and horny they said.

Waverly wanted a sandwich and Hayden did too.

“You eat from a dog dish, puppy!” Waverly sounded like she was joking but Hayden looked at her mother for confirmation and Betty agreed. I thought they were just fucking with her. We had been through so much on camera.

“It’s 24/7, you walk the walk, talk the talk, you still fucked up the car and stole from me, don’t think I forgot,” Betty warned her daughter.

“Oh it’s like that now?” Hayden pouted.

“No, it’s not LIKE That. It IS that, now,” Betty made no secret and told her that she expected to be called Mistress even off camera.

“Mistress Betty, may I have a sandwich if I eat it off the floor?” Hayden begged as she followed her mother and sister to the kitchen.

“Back on your knees, and there is no if. You will be taking all of your meals on the floor as a puppy until further notice,” Betty informed her daughter that I would decide what she has. Hayden got down on the floor still dressed in pony regalia and plunged the tail back in her asshole.

I was about to allow her to have the sandwich since she had done so well tonight.

“Hayden will normally be fed cold Oatmeal, you can spit in it or cum in it but don’t mash in any boogers or bugs,” she told me and looked at Waverly as if to imply that Waverly had fed her sister boogers and insects before. Hayden snorted defiantly.

Betty looked down at her daughter crawling on the dirty kitchen floor. “You are to take no joy or pleasure in your diet. This is to sustain you. It will make you appreciate having fancy stuff like Krystals,” she said.

I hardly considered that greasy fried-food we had the other morning “Fancy”.

“She don’t appreciate it because it is fancy. She appreciates it because she is a fat ass and loves FOOD!” Waverly kicked her sister on the butt.

“If you want to give her a treat now and then you can scrape some of our food into her plate but nothing more than a few days old out of the garbage. Also, none of the left overs in the fridge, those are way out of date,” Betty told me like that should be obvious.

I couldn’t believe Betty was serious but she was not chuckling or grinning like she normally did. “On weeknights though scrape some leftovers from what we eat after the show into a bag. Make sure there are a few raviolis or something with protein. You can jerk off or make her suck you off if you have time and she can spit it into the bag and that will be her lunch at school.”

That seemed so heinous. I couldn’t even imagine doing that despite the fact her mother had just said it so plainly.

It sounded super harsh and Hayden pouted but didn’t challenge her mother on this new rule. I could see that she wasn’t used to it though. She had said she didn’t normally have any restriction rules at school in the past. Betty said that was part of the problem. She would go to school disciplined and then get to be a slob and an asshole all day and come home and need harsher discipline. It was a cycle Betty thought I could help her break.

She was allowed to remove the leather dog helmet thing she had on but only because she was going to have to eat without her hands from a dish and it would get all over the face mask.

Since there were no leftovers yet that were edible because everything in the fridge was way out of date take out I had to provide Hayden with oatmeal. Betty demonstrated by ripping open two plain quaker oat bags and then putting them on a dish and not a bowl. She poured water on them and put it in to the microwave for a few seconds. That was important or else they would not be cooked.

She put them in the freezer to cool down so they wouldn’t be hot and proceeded to sit at the table with Waverly and eat a Subway sandwich. They sat completely naked at their kitchen table – their bare ass cheeks visible through the backs of the chairs and their tits out. It was so surreal –nothing like my home life.

They didn’t have any normal food to cook in their pantry and it looked like their diet primarily consisted of take out. My family almost never ate out. I considered how lucky they were to eat out every night.

Betty told me that I could have some food but that she hadn’t bought anything for me. She offered me some TV dinners or cereal but the milk in the fridge was several weeks out of date. Betty offered to pump some breast milk for me but I assumed she was joking. I ended up eating a very cheap but satisfying TV dinner and washing it down with tap water.