Chapter 28

That morning I awoke early, washed up, got dressed, and went downstairs.

Charity was in a cage on all fours in the living room. The metal cage was a standard dog crate designed for a medium-sized dog. Charity’s nose stuck out of the front, and her butt cheeks were pressed up against the back of it.

It would have seemed shocking to me that she was on all fours in my living room if I hadn’t seen so much in my first few days in Sunny Manor.

“Good morning, Sir!” Charity dutifully welcomed me to the living room.

“Did Dad make you sleep that way?” I asked as I poured myself some serial.

“No, sir, I’ve been awake a few hours,” she explained politely. Her facial expression was so giving and considerate. It appeared to be barely an inconvenience to be caged naked.

She was bright and cheery this morning. When we lived in Atlanta, Charity was very different. She was demure and shy and rarely spoke to me. Her face brightened when I walked into the room, and she perked up when she saw me. I wondered how much of that enthusiastic submission was an act for my benefit. I knew it was important to Charity that none of us feel sorry for her situation. I would have been wholly mortified were in her place.

Charity’s dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail and tied to the top of the cage. “I normally get up early to prepare things for Master and help get everyone ready for school,” Charity reminded me. It was Easter break, though, and there was no school today. “I am so sorry I couldn’t lay out clothes for you. If you are permitted to unlock my cage, I would be delighted to make you breakfast, Sir!” she said.

“Frankly, I am not sure what I am permitted to do anymore,” I sulked as I sat down with my cheerios.

“I am so sorry I put you in this situation, Sir! If I had not been here, then your father would have never moved to Sunny Manor,” Charity blamed herself.

“You are fine,” I assured her. I didn’t want to say that my father might have found some other slave, and we’d have moved here anyway. Once my father makes up his mind to do something, he usually sticks to it.

I just wanted Charity to know this wasn’t her fault. She was living her dream with my father. I couldn’t fault her any of that. The fact that she didn’t look humiliated by being exposed in a cage was puzzling. I would have felt trapped or stupid for having spent the night in a cage while everyone else enjoyed the amazing beds in this house.

The mattresses were brand new, and I had a King-sized bed now. It would have been the best sleep of my night if I hadn’t tossed and turned thinking about the things that my sister was trying to blackmail me into doing.

“Is it comfortable to sleep in a cage?” I asked.

“Thank you for asking, Sir! Please don’t concern yourself with my comfort,” Charity almost sounded like a robot invoking a warm and sincere recording to remind me that I should not be concerned about her suffering.

“That isn’t what I asked,” I smirked as I ate my cereal.

“I am not supposed to be comfortable. Yes, it makes me feel like a dumb dog and an object, but I am exactly where I am supposed to be, and that makes me feel strangely wonderful. I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world, Sir. I am caged like a house pet because it reminds me that is what I am now. It is what I was supposed to be, and I am happy this way. I know it sounds strange, but the privilege of sleeping in a bed is for my betters, Sir.” she answered politely. I could tell she wanted me to be happy for her. Charity was sensitive to the fact I may not understand her motivations. I was starting to understand them even if I couldn’t see myself ever doing anything like that.

I would have been happy for a girl who’d let me fuck her in the ass regularly. My Dad had a girl that agreed to let him walk her on a leash and do all sorts of nasty things for his amusement. I was jealous, but in the way, you are jealous of a movie star who drives a Lamborghini. That relationship was so over the top that it didn’t seem like it would ever be an option for me.

“Do you really think I am your better?” I shrugged.

“Yes, Sir! You are my master’s son. You are a free person. Your entire life is in front of you! You are smart, handsome, and polite. I am so proud you consider me your Mom!” She assured me.

I found it hard to believe she could be this cheerful while being locked up in a cage on display. I thought it strange as well that it mattered to her what I thought about her. I could tell from the look on Charity’s face that she wasn’t lying about her opinion of me.

“You have to say stuff like that,” I shrugged it off. I am terrible at taking compliments.

“I have to be honest, Sir. I have to give my opinion in the politest way possible, and that is what I honestly believe! I know this is a very unusual lifestyle, and it will take some adjustment,” she said before adding, “You probably think of a mother as being an authority figure. I am sorry I can’t give that to you!” Charity apologized sweetly.

“Would you prefer I call you Mom or Charity?” I asked with another shrug. If my Dad had told me I had to listen to what Charity told me to do, I would have. I respected her despite the fact she was on the floor naked. She had a kind of gentle wisdom about her. In fact, she seemed to be the most grounded of everyone in the family. The only thing that puzzled me was that she was so ready to surrender her authority over herself and obey.

“You can call me any name that you feel is appropriate, Sir! My preference is really irrelevant. Your happiness is all that matters to me. The only name that would ever bother me is reminding me I used to be Mary, Sir,” she answered honestly.

“If I called you Bitch or Cunt like the McGiffords call their mother, would that make you feel weird?” I asked. I didn’t intend to call her that but I was thinking about Karen and Claire and their strange relationship. I wondered what Claire would think if I did ask to submit. She looked down at her brother Kyle. I assumed she’d look down at me too. I would probably be just another weak-willed submissive to her.

“I would appreciate that, and thank you for calling me what I am, Sir! I would never hold it against you or make you feel bad for calling me a cunt or a bitch!” Charity admitted. She reminded me that tomorrow began her week-long evaluation and testing. “It will help me if you can keep me in the right mindset. They’ll do more than call me names and try to make me cry, Sir!”

“If you had a choice between me calling you Mom or Cunt, which would you prefer?” I asked.

Charity smiled knowingly. She liked my question and told me she appreciated the chance to be asked about her preference.

“You know I am thrilled you consider me your Mom. Not everyone in the family does, Sir. You don’t seem very comfortable calling me a Cunt, and technically, you haven’t done it. You simply asked if you did would it offend me. If you are asking me my preference, then I would prefer you to call me Mom, Sir,” Charity answered thoughtfully.

“Well, Mom,” I turned to her and asked, “What if I didn’t think you were a cunt or a bitch? You are the nicest, sweetest woman I may have ever met in my entire life. I feel guilty being able to do anything I want, and you are stuck in a cage,” I told her.

“I respect your opinion, Sir! I am glad you think that I am not a cunt or a bitch any longer. I was one for many years. I’d probably be again without the consistent application of discipline. You may think you’d be doing me a kindness to give me my freedom, but you would take from me the one thing I’ve wanted more than anything - my submission. I will have my submission whether I am in this cage or outside of it. Please don’t feel guilty about giving me what I want. I want most of all a harmonious household and your happiness,” she said.

I assured her it may not be harmonious today. I liked being able to talk to her one on one. I considered telling her what Lindsay was going to make me do today and asking her opinion. I knew she couldn’t keep secrets from my father, though, and so I struggled with my decision.

Dad came out of his room with a surly look on his face. Dad was just wearing a bathrobe. He looked at me skeptically like he wasn’t sure why I had been interacting with Charity without him there.

“I wasn’t punishing her or anything, Dad,” I assured him.

“I know, Son! I’ve just got a lot on my mind. I hope it doesn’t weird you out that Charity is in a cage? The McGiffords brought this one over last night,” he told me.

“It isn’t any stranger than anything else around here,” I chuckled.

My Dad let Charity stretch out before crawling out of the cage. Charity leaned forward and then back while remaining on all fours like a Dog just before it crawls out of the cage and then wiggled her butt brightly to present herself to him for service.

“If you need anything in the middle of the night, you can come down and ask her for it,” he told me.

“I can let her out of the cage?” I asked.

“You know? I haven’t really decided all of that yet. Never mind,” Dad told me he was still working that out. “I don’t know what you could need in the middle of the night anyway. “I know I usually have a plan, but some of this we have to play by ear,” he admitted.

He asked Charity if she had to use the bathroom.

“Yes, Sir, I need to piss and shit if you don’t mind,” Charity answered my father honestly.

My Dad put a leash around her collar and started to walk her to the door.

My sister either had incredible timing, or she must have been waiting for just the right time to emerge from the stairs.

“I’ll walk Charity if you like, Dad!” she offered sweetly.

“I don’t think you want to watch what she is going to do outside in the yard,” Dad chuckled.

“It isn’t any different than walking a dog. Do we have poop bags, or does she just dig a hole and bury it like a cat?” Lindsay shrugged. She was fully dressed, seemed eager to help him.

“Last night, I made her dig a hole near the rose bush,” Dad admitted with a look of embarrassment on his face. He never expected he’d be explaining Charity’s pooping habits to the rest of us when we moved in. He looked around for a moment as if considering her offer and told her they could walk Charity together.

“I’d like that,” Lindsay smiled at him sweetly. She followed Dad and Charity out the door. She turned to look over her shoulder at me and made a neck-cutting hand gesture before rolling her eyes at me in disgust.

Lucy and Simon were downstairs fully dressed shortly afterward. I wasn’t sure what to say to them. I was usually on the Xbox gaming.

When my father and Lindsay returned from walking Charity they were laughing and talking. Dad inspected Charity’s butt plug at the door after making her bend over and then slapped her on the butt. “Go make us a fantastic breakfast!” he ordered.

“Oh, it looks like you already had your breakfasts,” Lindsay commented as she saw my empty cereal bowl in front of me. “Just as well,” she chuckled.

Charity grabbed my empty bowl and washed it while firing up the stove and getting some eggs, bacon, and pancakes under way.

“Guys, I want to talk to you,” Dad addressed us together. “As I told you yesterday, we have to play some of this by ear. You are going to see me spank Charity, tease her, and she is going to train in common areas. If she does, then you are welcome to observe, but I don’t want you involved. You can bring me questions or concerns, and if it makes you uncomfortable, then don’t watch. They are much more open about discipline training here than I realized. I’ve also decided to allow your sister to be in charge when I am not home,” he said.

Lucy and Simon groaned, but I kept my mouth shut. Lindsay noticed and winked at me approvingly.

“She is the only one who can take Charity out of her cage or give her orders. I’ll let you ask her to bring you food or make something, but if you need anything more than that, it needs to go through Lindsay or me. Don’t feel bad if she has to pee or needs water. Lindsay is going to take care of all of that, and if she doesn’t, then I want you to tell me,” Dad assured us he’d listen.

“Lindsay is also going to be making sure that you do your homework and behave around here. I’ve empowered her to put you on restriction if you talk back or disobey and even spank you if necessary,” Dad told us.

He noticed the worried look on her face, and he pointed out that it would NOT be anything like what Charity received. He saw the skeptical look on our face and added, “If you ever think your sister’s punishment is unfair, then you can bring the issue to me. If I determine it was fair, though, then I am going to be the one to execute that punishment!”

He looked right at me when he said it.

Lindsay was strangely polite after that. My family joked and talked over the breakfast table while Charity waited on us. It was odd how normal it started to seem to have a naked woman waiting on us in the kitchen. Charity remained in the attention position with her hands behind her head until she was needed. I barely even noticed her tits jiggle or her ass when she would lean in to refill my orange juice or clear a dish.

She promptly sprang into action anytime anyone needed a fork or a refill of their drink without being told what to do. I don’t remember breakfasts like this with the family very often in Atlanta. We seldom ate together as a family unless it was at a restaurant.

My father took Charity to the living room and began running through the execution of various basic one-word commands. He put her in the table position, made her crawl, sit up and beg.

On a day like this, I would usually be ensconced in a game of Fortnite on Xbox. I considered leaving the house and going out to look at pretty girls in the neighborhood.

My sister was enraged as she stormed down the stairs. “Have you seen your room? What have you been doing in there, Pig-Pen?” she pointed upstairs and looked at me. It took me a moment to realize she was talking to me.

“Huh?” I said.

“You don’t even realize what you’ve done? Were you just going to leave this mess up there for Charity to clean up?” Lindsay demanded.

My Dad stopped training Charity and walked over to see what was going on. Lindsay apologized for interrupting Charity’s training and said she’d rather show him than tell him.

I followed them up to my room.

I had tracked a little mud from outside into my room when I returned last night with the Sterling sisters on my late-night jaunt to the trailer park. However, I knew it wasn’t nearly this much.

I initially thought Lindsay had obviously messed up my room and smeared mud around the window tracking to the shower. I realized that in my haste to have sex with Stacy and Waverly I probably DID track mud into the room and just didn’t realize it until I had a good look at the room.

“What were you doing in here? Did you build a tree fort or something? Is that why you are going out the window?” she pointed to my window that she had left partially open.

“Huh?” I asked again.

“Look at your knobby knees!” Lindsay pointed out all the scrapes and scratches I had received the night before when I fell a few times. “You’ve been climbing out the window!”