Chapter 21

Hayden suggested we sleep in her mother’s bed since Betty wouldn’t be using it tonight. Hayden made this suggestion with this excited “Oh my god! We can fuck in a good bed for once! I can’t wait!!!” look on her face and it was hard to resist thinking the same thing.

My guest bed at home was pretty comfortable but Betty’s room and her bed definitely seemed like it would be much more pleasurable for tonight!

I felt a little strange at first about using it but Hayden’s bed was broken in the center, small and uncomfortable. It didn’t take much for me to agree when Hayden led me in there with a lusty and excited expression about sharing the much more comfortable and spacious room with me.

That night I slept with Hayden in Betty’s grand, elegant bed chamber surrounded by all her sex toys and mirrors. It smelled nice in there compared to the rest of the house and the air was cooler. We also didn’t have to share a room with Waverly snoring, wheezing and farting.

We had left the webcam on behind Waverly’s bound ass in the living room all night. I could just imagine the reaction of the few lurkers in the chatroom the moment they saw and heard Waverly rip a fart and snore at the same time.

Unlike Hayden’s tiny twin bed this was a King sized bed with throw pillows and comforters and it felt awesome. I pulled the covers back and they felt so warm and inviting. I could see her mother through the window of the bedroom that looked out on the porch. Her ass was hanging in the window as she slowly rotated from the chain in the roof.

“Think we are a fucked up family yet?” Hayden purred as she placed her head on my chest. It made me feel strong and I was providing the after-care after a long session of torture and pain that she had won in that contest.

“Yes, I thought you were a fucked up family at the start,” I chuckled. She laughed and kissed me.

“I am still a little hurt about the Master thing today,” I said. Hayden knew I had overheard her and Waverly talking and I had heard her say I was just some kid from school. I was and I had no right to really think otherwise but I did.

“Oh, Master. That was just talk between sisters. I don’t want Waverly to get to me. She likes you. She wants you to want her. We are very competitive. If she thinks I really like you then she’ll do everything she can to take you from me,” she explained. That made sense.

If it was a lie it was a lie I wanted to hear right then and since I could believe it I didn’t challenge it.

“I should be the one mad at you for sticking tacks in my ass!” Hayden told me no one had done that to her before. I told her they were in the box and I thought they were fair game. “Good thing you didn’t find our lawn darts,” she chuckled that I probably would have thought those were sex toys.

She had been more than annoyed pulling them out but she was not really mad now. She said she could still feel the sting in her ass.

“Was the bowling pin part of the sex toys?” I asked as I held her tight and snuggled. She pushed her ass into my cock and she smiled that there was always a fine line when her mother was concerned about sex toys.

“If Mistress goes to a Sporting Goods, Hunting, Pet or Hardware store chances are very good whatever she brings home has many uses,” she smiled at me and ran her fingers down my chest tracing my rib cage. I was skinny and I knew it. She didn’t seem to mind though.

“How was your first night as a Urinal?” I asked her to change the subject.

“Wow, that was blunt, but so far it was pretty easy. I didn’t really feel like a Urinal. I started to really have doubts I should have made the offer,” she said.

I told her she could still tell her mother that she was uncomfortable and didn’t want to continue and she said that now that she opened her fat mouth she would never live it down with her sister or mother if she backed out.

“What is on your mind?” I asked as I could clearly see the hamster wheel turning in her head.

“I was just thinking about Mom hanging outside,” Hayden seemed melancholy and perhaps sad about her Mother’s punishment.

“Have you ever been in that cage?” I asked.

“Oh hell no, Master, I’ve been caged or kenneled plenty of times for most of my life but nothing that extreme,” Hayden made it sound like her original baby crib was a dog cage.

I asked if her mother was tied up like that often.

“Mistress has been in that cage and been tied up in strict conditions before but usually not quite that extreme,” She said of the mouse traps, weights and thumb tacks. Hayden told me that she didn’t use it very often mostly because Hayden and Waverly would sleep in and leave her out there for several days. “We’d come out and feed her and tease her that we lost the key,” she chuckled as she remembered how angry her mom got.

“What happened when she finally got out?” I asked.

“Obviously we got restriction but it was SOOO worth it, Master” Hayden had a cute impish smirk.

We watched from our cozy position in the bed inside her bedroom as Betty’s ass dangled just outside the window in the moonlight. She was most likely unaware she was even being observed by us.

There were actual screens and glass windows with bars on them in this room. It felt nice and it was a stark contrast of how lonely, humid and painful it must be to be bound outside in that vulnerable position swinging from a creaky back porch.

“I was wondering when your mom said that she had a lot to think about what that meant. What was your private show with her?” she asked me.

“You are suddenly concerned about the welfare of your mother?” I teased her about her general apathy about Waverly and Betty. I knew that they put each other down and pretended to enjoy each other’s suffering but deep down they generally loved each other and were tight with one another.

Hayden smiled and said “Fine, don’t tell me then, Master.”

“It was private! I can’t tell,” I answered her with a coy remark that I could never betray the sanctity of the private session. “What happens in private stays in private,” I joked. Hayden tickled me as her response. I was actually ticklish so I giggled and she told me she had found my weakness. I surrendered and told her the story about what I did and how I had used her mother as a toilet.

Hayden became very quiet and said I was deeply fucked up.

“Wow, really?” I asked. I was shocked that she would be offended. I guess her mother had never told her about those kinds of shows.

“No, I know guys get off on that stuff,” she laughed it off like it was no big deal I shit and came all over her mother. “We share one bathroom and my mom doesn’t believe in privacy. You changed my sister’s diapers tonight. I’ve seen my mom eat the contents in private shows. It is gross but she is a tough bitch,” Hayden admitted and scrunched up her pretty upturned nose in disgust. There was a hint of pride about her mother’s ability to do that cradled within Hayden’s tone when she said it was gross though.

I told her that I wasn’t going to apologize but I did find it fascinating. “I am not sure about a turn on though,” I told her. “I wasn’t sure you being a urinal would be either to be quite honest.”

“So tell me was pissing all over me tonight a turn on, Master?” she asked as I rubbed her shoulders. She purred as I rubbed the tight knots in her muscles and comforted her.

“Yeah, I felt so powerful. I loved pissing up your butt. I didn’t know a person could do that,” I said.

“What did you think would happen if you pissed up someone’s butt?” she asked me with a puzzled expression. She knew I loved her ass and wasn’t surprised that was a highlight for me. I had made it pretty obvious. It just had so many uses!

“I guess I just never thought someone would actually do that,” I said.

“I don’t care if it’s a Pringle’s canister, a vacuum cleaner hose, a golf ball, or a Witch Doctor’s shrunken head. If it can fit in a pussy or asshole then someone has shoved it up their ass or pussy and someone else has probably taken a picture of it and put it on the Internet,” Hayden said with the assurance of someone who had seen a thing or two.

We made a game of Googling different objects from Smurfs to Figurines of the Eiffel Tower with the words “Shoved in a pussy” to see if Google Images would return something. We weren’t disappointed and we both laughed at how many photos were available for free.

“That’s why I am shocked guys would pay money to see my sister put a Ken doll up her asshole. I got a free show when we little pretty much every day, and they can just google pictures and probably find pictures of Waverly on the Internet doing it” she laughed.

“Yeah, but she was doing it for THEM and that made it special, the way you submit FOR me and it makes it special to me,” I said romantically.

Hayden made a face and told me that I was being too charming and cheesy and she was going to go out to the living room and listen to her sister fart-snore herself to sleep if I didn’t come back down off the cloud of bullshit.

I told her I was serious and then joked that the Ken Doll had been in Waverly’s cunt anyway.

“Oh, well that is something new,” Hayden was obviously being facetious. She said that was why her dolls all smelled kind of funny. “You probably don’t want your little sister coming over and playing with them.”

“I probably don’t want my little sister coming over at all,” I joked.

“That’s an awful thing to say, Sir” Hayden rolled over and gave me the cold shoulder.

I ALMOST apologized. As a force of habit when I say something insensitive and hurt someone I feel compelled to tell them I am sorry. Instead, I caught myself and explained I just meant because of all the sex and gang bangs and bondage.

“I know what you meant, Master. It is good enough for you when you come over to hang out with the trashy girls but if your precious family ever knew you were a dirty boy the world would just end. Guess what? They are going to find out somehow or some way that we are all dirty whores. It’s the Internet. You can’t stay anonymous forever. Once they find out about your little secret then you’ll ditch me and take off,” Hayden pouted. She told me it had happened many times before and she knew how the story ended.

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I couldn’t just assure her the story didn’t end that way because I didn’t know myself and she had probably heard that before as well.

“First thing tomorrow after the Water Park, I’ll bring Anna and my mom down here for inspection at the back door and check their asses and start putting them through discipline,” I joked.

Hayden rolled over and smiled at the funny notion of my mom and Anna agreeing to that. “You think they will like plain oats or will they want fancy two dollar kind?” she chuckled.

“Hey, my Aunt Marlene is pretty wild. She would probably want to smoke pot and play around!” I admitted.

UNCLE’S NOTE: THAT’S MY WIFE AND YES THAT WOULD BE SUPER HOT IF SHE DID.

“I can’t wait to meet them. I am sorry for saying you might leave if they find out. You’ve proven yourself in a few days to at least my mom and me. I am not sure yet about how Waverly feels about you,” she chuckled and kissed me.

“Just a few minutes ago I was just some kid from school who was in the right place at the right time. Now, you are wondering if I’ll stay. I don’t’ even know what happens to me when your restriction is over,” I said.

That was a thought I really hadn’t dwelled upon. I like action RPGs and shooter games but I also like Strategy games for the PC and one thing I do really well is plan for all possibilities in those kinds of games. I think about what could go wrong and what my next moves should be if they do so that I can make a plan and a strategy about getting back on track.

I had just been so excited about everything that was happening and flying by the seat of my pants I had failed to think about what comes next. What happens when the restriction is finally lifted? I had actually thought about it to be quite honest and what I thought was that I shouldn’t think about it.

However, there it was. I had let my insecurity out of the box and asked where this was going between us. What happens long term? With a girl I could barely say I was even “Dating” since other than fuck at each other’s houses we hadn’t gone anywhere together. Obviously, we had been through a lot with the training and the gang bangers showing up at her house. That is a funny word “Gang bangers” means thugs and they had been having a gang bang when we walked in.

Be that as it may, Hayden became quiet. She had obviously not wanted to approach that topic either.

“I’ve thought about asking my Mom not to lift my restriction,” she told me more seriously. However, it wasn’t with the seriousness of someone truly considering a lifetime of restriction. She seemed to think of restriction more as a lifestyle than a punishment in this context.

Hayden had said something like this to me before but I knew she didn’t really mean it. The restriction was a very difficult punishment to continue to live under and she would have literally no social life while she was on it. She would never have the normal High School activities that we are supposed to do like Prom and Homecoming.

I really didn’t care about those things anyway and I kind of assumed Hayden didn’t either though.

“Your Mom said the same thing about herself tonight,” I said after Hayden got quiet and stopped talking. I said it was because she felt she was responsible for creating you and Waverly and not only was her DNA making you who you were but how she raised you had influenced you. She thought the problem was her and that if she were kept in constant discipline then she might set a good example for you too and behave herself.

“I am old enough to be responsible for who I am and what I do,” Hayden didn’t entirely buy that she was her mother’s fault. “Yeah, she influenced me but I know what I am inside at my core. I am a little liar and a vixen and a brat. I guess I thrive on discipline because all of the tools for mischief and deceit are taken from me,” she said.

“Yeah, Waverly said the same thing but she didn’t see why she would want to give up her tools to create mayhem since she enjoyed that too much,” I was joking.

“I understand Waverly, I really see where she is coming from but if I go off restriction and start to become the real me. The shitty little bitch-queen who freezes people out and does jealous rampages for selfish reasons, become bossy and manipulative then what? All the pain I suffered during restriction was for nothing. All the time you spent training me to behave was for nothing because I am back at square one and to be quite honest, you’d be gone.”

I wanted to tell her I would not. I wanted to know the real her.

“I don’t know why you would be so worried about being perfect for me. I ask myself every day how did I get so lucky? I feel like this anime’ character that lucked into a harem of hot women,” I described a few movies where this weak nerdy Japanese character ends up on top of all these girls.

Hayden giggled and told me I watched too many cartoons and snuggled close to me. I told her that I was serious. “There have to be much more experienced and handsome BDSM Masters out there who know how this is supposed to work with years of experience keeping girls in line. I can’t imagine why you’d stay in restriction just so that I’d continue to be your Master,” I said.

“I didn’t say I would stay in restriction so you would be Master. I said I would stay so I would not hurt everyone and push them away and that includes you,” Hayden kissed my neck and gave me goosebumps. “We’ve had handsome and stupid masters. We’ve had old and experienced Masters. The Neighbor was a former Marine and combat instructor who had served in Iraq and the only time he ever ran away was when he encountered unpredictable cunts like us! We’ve been surrounded by dysfunction our entire lives, Master Justin. The reason you are so different is that your dysfunction is that you are normal and to us that is completely and totally impossible,” she whispered in my ear.

I understood what she meant on some level. I suppose my life was pretty safe cookie-cutter normal middle America and to an outsider who did webcam shows and lived in a rough neighborhood that would seem like the opposite of their world. It still didn’t answer the burning question of ‘why me’

“My mother and sister both like you. No one expects you to know everything. If you did I think we’d be more worried about you because we’d wonder how you could know so much and what you wanted from us. You came to me not wanting anything but to know me. I haven’t met anyone who didn’t want something from me. I had my guard up just like you have yours up. Don’t sabotage what we have with your self-doubt. I need to do the same thing,” Hayden said.

“I wanted to fuck you the first time I met you,” I admitted truthfully

“Well then I wish you would,” Hayden delivered the line she and her sister used so often but this time much more seductively to entice me to take her completely. “My cunt is nice and warm and wet and waiting for you,” Hayden’s words purred out of her mouth slowly and she rolled around slowly to face me. She wrapped her meaty legs around my waist and sat down on my cock as she flipped me over to ride my dick. She was able to use the bedposts and headboard to get leverage to pound herself down on top of my cock and slip her pussy all over my dick and pleasure me. Hayden laid her tits across me while still straddling my dick when I was close to orgasm and then bit my neck and sucked. She gave me my first real hickey other than the one on my ass from Mrs. Stone. It felt amazing and my eyes rolled in my head.

Hayden whispered “I want you Master Justin. I don’t want you to want to the real me. I want you to want the good me. I want to be that for you, let me give that to you,” sweet nothings whispered in my ear that lulled me to sleep as I shot copious amounts of semen into Hayden’s bald, warm, wet, juicy pussy. She used her cunt muscles to pull the cum off my cock inside of her and move it around on my dick and I lay there in ecstasy for a moment before shutting my eyes and falling asleep from a long night of sex and discipline.

That morning I awoke with Hayden wrapped around me sleeping soundly on my chest. I think we had slept in because she had not woken me with her customary blowjob and I could feel the sun through the window. I could see her mother’s ass dangling in the window with the broom handles sticking out of both pussy and asshole and I suddenly panicked we had left her out there way too long.