Chapter 10

It was like stepping into an alternate reality when we got home. The children were not clinging to us and making us promise never ever to leave them alone again. In fact Kyle was the only one who really showed any emotion at all.

“Hey dad. Have a good weekend? Tommy and Johah got into a big fight and they’re never gonna talk again. What am I supposed to do? I’m friends with both of them! Ah shoot!” He said. He was playing the video game console connected to the tv in the living room. It was obvious he really had no need of my sage advice and more concerned I’d be a distraction.

“Where are Joe and Claire?” I asked as I passed and ruffled his hair.

“Joe’s in his room. Claire’s out somewhere. Oh, COME ON!” He said to the tv when his new game round lasted just moments before the bad guy cut him down.

I left him to it and went to Joe’s room. Joe’s room always looks like a tornado hit a tornado in there. There was no clear distinction where his bed ended and the floor or walls started. The piled up toys he played with in bygone years were probably still on the floor somewhere but now he had football, basketball and baseball stuff closest to the top, forming some sort of ramp up to his bed which had last been officially ‘made’ some time since Obama got his second term. He just threw a sheet generally on top of the mattress and slept between it and a comforter. Joe had a dresser but the only drawer still in place had school papers sticking out of it. Joe preferred to leave his clothes draped over other stuff. The other drawers were probably around somewhere.

The walls were still original paint but it was completely protected. There was no square inch not covered by something. In some places there were five layers of posters, flags, notes and even in one instance, a pair of women’s panties pinned to the wall. The blackout curtains hadn’t been opened this year either. I doubted they COULD be opened. On top of the curtains he’d hung a decorative blanket showing a lake scene. Every time I saw his room I wanted to hire a dumpster but it was HIS room and if that’s what made him feel comfortable, who was I to challenge the mess?

“Hey Joe. You’re still alive. I guess that means I owe you a tip?” I remembered I’d promised him a little something for ensuring the house didn’t burn down while we were gone.

“I know. I’m gonna clean it, dad,” he said by way of reply. He must have recognized that my expression was reflecting my feelings about his room.

“How would you feel about unleashing your mom in here?” I asked.

“I’d never be able to find anything!” Joe joked back. He could never find anything now. “Anyway, mom won’t even come in here. This place scares her!”

I talked with Joe for a few minutes about how his weekend had been and it quickly became clear that he wasn’t in the least interested in how, ‘the old-people’s weekend’, as he put it, had been. Karen was unloading the car so I didn’t have much else to do but change out of my travel clothes.

I went to my room, showered and as I was coming out of our bathroom, I watched Karen struggling with the dog crate.

“I had to take it all the way around the house and come in through the back, Master,” she explained as she took it into the closet.

“And that’s a problem, why?” I asked as I dropped my towel on the floor and stood before my wife naked.

“I’m sorry, Master. It’s just bulky, is all. I didn’t mean to complain.

So not meaning to complain but doing it anyway is alright with you?” I asked pointedly.

“No and that’s why I’m sorry, Sir. I would have you give me an affirmation except the kids are home. It’s just that when we got home, things were so normal and that changed my mindset,” Karen politely replied.

“So you think it’s okay to tell me to give you an affirmation, but since that’s not possible, you’re simply ‘sorry’?” I clarified.

““Yes Master,” was Karen’s short response.

“Who the fuck are you and where’d my wife go?” I was instantly pissed off. “First, you don’t fucking tell me anything I didn’t specifically ask to be told. You certainly don’t TELL me to give you affirmations! They benefit you but you beg for them if you think you need one but generally I choose to give you one or not! Secondly, it’s no longer up to you to decide WHEN they’re appropriate. Thirdly, you don’t look even a little sorry! When did you get to last apologize while you were standing, hmmm?” I asked the last question much like I’d heard her ask one of the kids something when she wanted them to feel small.

Karen dropped instantly to her knees, put her hands behind her head and spread her thighs wide. “I’m sorry, Master! It’s your choice when, if and how I receive an affirmation, of course! Should I strip, Master? It doesn’t seem right that I’m wearing more than you,” she finished lamely.

“Just because we’re home now, do you think I’m going to lower my expectations of you? You’ve proven you can obey this weekend. Now you’re proving you can still be disobedient too,” I chastised her.

My wife had a point though. Actually she had a couple of points. It had seemed different to me too, the moment we entered our home. We’d had a ton of adventures here in the last couple of months, but when the first thing I saw was Kyle, then Joe, my mind wanted to engage family mode instead of domestic discipline mode. Even once I realized it, I was still tempted to forgive Karen and move on but that would have been counterproductive and foolish.

Karen really did want strict continuous domestic discipline. That was not in doubt. It’d been HER dream and I’d discovered that she just needed to be pushed and held to a standard most others couldn’t maintain for more than a few minutes at a time. Karen is certainly special - she thrives on being pushed. At the gas station on the way home I’d given her a new rule, saying that she was always to report to the restroom to suck cock. I’d done that because it was clear to me that the Honey side of her was begging to be told she was to have no choice and that’s what she really wanted.

Some would say that Karen was just humoring me. That she’d been humoring me for months before our weekend together and that would be totally inaccurate. I’d been giving Karen what she wanted all along! Karen was REALLY getting off on my treatment of her. If I was to forgive her now, she’d be not only disappointed, but she’d be pissed off too. So whether I wanted to or not, I HAD TO correct her for her attitude lapse. The best part was that I wanted it too.

“You’re right. You shouldn’t be wearing more than me. But I’m only going to put on a pair of shorts. What can we find for you to cover up with that’s less than a pair of shorts? Go find a teddy. It’s time to try that tens unit I got you,” I dismissed her and went to put a pair of shorts on.

Karen went into the closet and came out a few minutes later with a black teddy that had small satin patches sewn into the lace, made to cover her nipples, cunt and ass but was otherwise very revealing. I would have liked it more if the bottom part of it didn’t look more like lacy shorts, but it’d do. It never ceased to amaze me why women would buy this great looking stuff then waste it by completely covering it with clothing.

I had her put it on then confirmed I still had a pad and pen on the nightstand. While I worked to fit the tens unit pads to her nipples and cunt, I lectured her.

“You need to learn that affirmations aren’t always about someone beating the shit out of you, Honey. You’re going to write lines for me. ‘I will not tell my Master what to do, how to do it or when it’s appropriate to do it’. Use small printing. None of that doctor scrawl you use at work and you will fit it ten times on each page of the pad on the nightstand. Number each line so I don’t have to count them once you’re done. I want it printed a hundred times.”

I finished setting her up and pulled the fabric back into place, hiding the unit and wires. A tens unit is designed to give electric shocks - usually to stimulate muscle activity - but I had placed the electrodes on her more sensitive spots. I then handed her the pad and pen. Just then, Karen jerked and squealed a little. I’d set the tens unit to randomly shock her. Karen recovered quickly and looked at the tiny pad and the pen like they were foreign to her. She’d just written a bunch of notes in the car, so I imagined she was looking at this as a daunting task rather than anything else. When Karen needed to write a lot, she’d usually use a tablet or laptop but I was telling her she’d have to write very small on a pad only a couple of times bigger than a small post-it note pad.

I was effectively sending her back to her childhood to write lines, which I felt was a fitting end to the reunion weekend. She’d have to focus to complete the task but at the same time, I hoped the repetitions would reaffirm how important the message was.

“You have an hour. Then you need to get started on dinner. If this is not finished, you’ll be spending the night outside tonight and you’ve still got work in the morning,” I reminded her. Karen hated to be reminded of things she knew, but the days of her getting angry about it were gone.

“Yes Masteeeer! she said. I guessed she’d felt the tens unit again even though this time she didn’t squeal.

I had to give Karen props. She finished the job, in the allotted time and her printing was overall very neat. It couldn’t have been easy while being randomly stung on her nipples and cunt. Her arousal was pretty evident though. You couldn’t see it so much as smell it!

No one gave me a second look when I left the bedroom in just my shorts. Karen got a completely different reaction. Joe saw her first and made some noises of appreciation before telling her, “Looking good mom!” and then promptly ignoring her. He went back to his room to finish his homework. Karen just blushed a little and didn’t even have a chance to thank him.

Kyle’s eyes got wide as he stared at her for a while but he didn’t say a single thing. I expected Karen to confront him about staring but she held her tongue and tried to act like it was just another day cleaning up after messy teens and she wasn’t on display. He eventually turned off the TV and hurried off to his bedroom looking guilty about something. I hoped that seeing Karen’s lacy teddy which didn’t hide her boobs at all and barely covered her crotch in the front even though it wasn’t a thong in the back with its cheek-covering satin, hadn’t made him uncomfortable. Claire had come home and It was her that made a huge stink about Karen’s attire.

“Mom! Go put some clothes on! You can’t walk around in your negligee!” Claire practically screeched.

“Why can’t I dear? I’m covered, your father said it was fine and he likes looking at me dressed like this. Just cover your eyes if you’re offended but you’ve seen me naked in the shower so often I don’t see why you would be. It’s not like we’re at the mall or something! This is our home and we decided over the weekend that it’s okay to be comfortable at home. Your dad even walked around the hotel room naked.” I knew Karen was a bundle of nerves saying that to Claire but her voice came out sounding just like it always did, but without the usual accusatory tone she used when one of the children said something she didn’t like.

“Well dad had better not start walking around here naked! That would be gross!” Claire asserted as if it was her decision to make. “Anyway, what about the turds?” She asked her mom with a smirk. She was referring to Joe and Kyle as the, ‘turds’, of course and suggesting they wouldn’t like it either.

I walked into the room while this confrontation was happening and if Claire was embarrassed about making her opinion clear as to my ideas on appropriate home wear, she didn’t show it. Neither did she appear to be horrified at me just wearing shorts. Her standards were obviously mixed up.

As I had promised Karen in the car, I personally took on Claire’s challenge to our new dress code. “What about your brothers, Claire? Are you so uncomfortable in your skin that you think we should all be, too? I thought you would have been the mature one, Claire. I guess I was wrong. It doesn’t change anything though. From now on, if ANYONE wants to even start walking naked around the house, I don’t have a problem with it and no one is going to put a stop to it. Especially not if it’s Kyle or Joe,” I replied to the question Claire had aimed at her mother.

“Oh super gross! They’d better never! I meant what about them seeing mom like that,” Claire clarified. I could tell that she was miffed at being called immature, as well.

“What about it?” I asked, feigning confusion. “Karen’s their mom. She used to bathe with them when they were little. They know what she looks like under her frumpy clothes and what THEY wear or don’t wear is none of your concern. Your mom might just start walking around the house naked too and I won’t have you shaming her for it. You might think it’s funny but you won’t complain just because you’re offended that she’s hotter than you or something equally as untrue.”

I was careful to say that Karen COULD walk around naked. I didn’t think I’d make her because that would definitely generate questions about the butt plug and I wanted to save those questions for our family meeting next month, once we were prepared to answer a thousand questions. I didn’t mind the children laughing at their mom’s antics once we started living The Dream full time at home, but laughing at mere nudity? That was crossing a line in my mind.

“Maybe you hadn’t noticed dad, but mom hasn’t worn that old worn out tracksuit in months!” Claire had zeroed in on me calling her mom’s clothing, ‘frumpy’ and she’d totally ignored the rest of what I’d said.

Claire was unexpectedly defending her mom’s new, ‘style’. “Anyway, it’s not fair to torture ME by forcing me to look at mom’s tits, flopping willies and boy-butts too!” Claire pouted.

“Oh, so it’s a couple of things then? You’re saying that because she’s your mom she should look as ugly as possible? And because boys and girls are built differently, you prefer to pretend your brothers and I have vaginas?”

“No dad! God! You’re impossible! I just don’t want to SEE them! Next thing I know you’d all be hanging out naked around here if I don’t nip it in the bud now!” Claire said as if it was her job to be the morality police.

“I’ll get you a pair of blinders then, Pumpkin. I’m not ashamed of my body and I’m quite taken by your mother’s too. I’m going to be comfortable in my own home no matter what your preference is and if that bothers you, we need to sit down and understand why.”

“Why? Because it’s wrong! Dads and brothers aren’t supposed to be hanging out, swinging in the breeze in the same room as women!” Claire thought she could argue my new ruling.

“All you’re telling me is that you feel like you’re too inadequate to do the same,” I accused her.

“I said no such thing! I’m very happy with my body, thank you very much, dad. I just don’t want you and the turds to see it and I certainly don’t want to see theirs!”

“So don’t look. And don’t get naked if you’re shy. This is about allowing us all to have free choice. You can choose not to look and you can choose to find nudity shameful. That doesn’t mean we have to as well, young lady.” An edge had crept into my voice. I was trying to be the supportive dad but Claire was acting like things had to be her way or no way. That had become MY job!

“Fine! Whatever! But if one of the turds gets a boner while walking around naked, I’m going to slap the shit out of it!” Claire threatened.

I had to smile at that. It had gone from her mom walking around in a teddy to her brothers being naked too and neither of them had yet been told they were even ALLOWED to do so!

When he found out, Kyle was overjoyed at the idea he could dress however it suited him and the very next day, he came to breakfast naked. Claire had another fit. When I sided with Kyle and told him I was very proud of him, he stuck his tongue out at his sister and sat down to eat his bowl of cereal. Joe stumbled in a few minutes later in his underwear and upon seeing Claire’s glare, made a u-turn. I stopped him.

“Claire’s just getting used to the new rule, son. If you’re comfortable in your underwear, don’t let your LITTLE sister force you to meet her standards,” I encouraged him.

“Actually dad, I just forgot again. But thanks!” Joe sat at the table to inhale some breakfast too.

The week went by in a blur and Karen was uncharacteristically quiet about her doubts and worries. She’d been full of them in the car on the way back from our weekend but I hardly heard much at all about the “what if’s” from her. I knew she had to have a ton more concerns than she brought to my attention but I put her lack of complaining down to me keeping her too busy to worry about it.

I was coming up on a deadline at work too, so I had to put in some extra hours. Still, true to my word, I began to strip off to my underwear at the front door. I could say I did it to support my wife but it really was for me. After the first time, it wasn’t a matter of doing it occasionally, either. By Thursday, I was looking forward to getting out of my work clothes at my front door before I’d even left work - knowing I didn’t have to so much as walk upstairs at the house or reach into the closet to find something comfortable! Claire studiously ignored me and Kyle quickly lost interest in being naked when Claire gave him grief about his dick reacting in inappropriate ways.

I know I had said I wouldn’t let Claire tease him if he wanted to be naked, but it didn’t seem right to me either, that he began to get a boner in the living room. I screwed up, okay? I did talk to him about leaving the room when he felt himself succumbing to arousal but he was too embarrassed to really listen. As far as erections go, he could go from zero to full throttle in a heartbeat and getting up from his place on the couch simply took too long. To be completely honest, he had good reason to get an erection, too. Karen looked fucking stupendous in her teddies. I remembered what it was like to be his age.

I then talked to Claire and Claire laughed at first. She wasn’t too pleased when I told her to back off but Kyle had already been burned by her. For him, it was too late. He’d been embarrassed by his sister and he was NOT willing to submit to further taunting even though I promised him it would not be tolerated. Claire could be a bitch too. After Kyle returned to not showing up nude in the house, Claire began to wear less herself, as if taunting her brother. The very next day SHE came out of her room wearing no bra again, a short tee and a pair of simple white panties. She then glared at her brothers as if daring them to say something. Of course they didn’t let out a peep.

I knew we’d be dealing with arousal when we had our family talk in a few weeks and at that point, I’d make it clear that it was totally okay for a ‘reaction’ such as an erection. We planned on Karen talking about her possible arousal and our reaction to it. I smacked myself again for screwing up with Kyle. I wanted to at least prepare my boys if I could. It was not okay for me (or anyone) not in control of a person’s domestic discipline, to dictate when an erection is not okay. Karen had accepted her role and she’d be explaining it to the children herself. But that was weeks away yet. I’d implemented the relaxed dress code already.

Karen and I still managed to have a little fun, but the on-again-off-again Dream was grating on my nerves even more than before we’d tasted the real thing. Karen had no supervision for most of the day. No one to push her to be what she wanted to be and the result was that I felt much of what she’d learned over the long weekend had been lost. Karen really needed a gangbamg or a few individual cocks in her besides mine, to keep her in her mindset now.

There was one saving grace for Karen though. In our bedroom on Friday night, Karen proudly showed me the document she’d been told to create. She had this gleam in her eye that made me suspicious but I looked at her laptop and the document was everything I’d asked for.

Claire was at her girlfriend’s place and Joe had an away-game that I’d been unable to attend so he was staying at a friend’s house instead of riding all the way back to the school in the bus THEN driving home. His buddy’s parents had driven to the game so he was going to hitch a ride home with them and they’d take him back to the school to pick up his car on Sunday. Kyle was in his room with his headphones on, continuing to ruin his hearing while playing online games. We effectively had the house to ourselves other than taking a minute later on to ensure Kyle didn’t game all night.

“Master, would you please give me an affirmation? I’ve done something and I’m feeling overly prideful,” Karen said playfully.

“Oh? What did you do?” I asked slowly. Karen asking for an affirmation was still fairly new to me. She’d done it once and I’d reamed her a new one for DEMANDING it. This time she’d been polite and allowed me to decide if I wanted to give her one. I needed to know WHY though.

In answer, Karen pulled a binder out from under the bed. It was her whole month’s task, already completed! The binder had separators in it and an index. It even had a bibliography! I ran my finger randomly down the third bibliography page and saw the word, ‘poop’ with a bunch of section and page numbers listed after it. Poop was not an acceptable word for Karen. She was to use the word ‘shit’ when it came to her doing a number two. I flipped to the first section and page number listed for the word.

There I read about basic bodily functions.

Description: Bodily Functions - No attempt to downplay any activity will be permitted. This begins with the bodily functions relating to waste management - the only acceptable words to describe waste management are shit and piss. Words and phrases such as defecate, poop, tinkle, pee, number one and number two are pretentious and as such, are unacceptable. Only the approved words will reinforce a slave’s lack of authority and status. It is therefore encouraged for everyone to use such words when directing them at the slave. See the language section for more information on reasons for removal of the household ban on crude/vulgar/dirty word usage. Approval for shitting and/or pissing must be obtained and will not be refused if satisfactorily begged for. See the rules section for further details relating to implementation of bodily functions.

The rest of the page was blank but it looked like it could easily be added to if and when more detail was needed or if an additional rule was to be established. The next page in the manual was labelled ‘Bondage’ and it briefly described what that term meant and why it was being implemented. Again it pointed the reader to the rules section for additional information on the ‘when’ and ‘how’ requirements. The page after that was labelled, ‘Busy Work’. I nodded my approval of the alphabetized subject matter before finding the ‘Rules’ section.

It too was alphabetized. Karen had split each rule into a page of its own as well. The page of rules relating to shitting and pissing detailed how and when she’d be allowed to piss and shit with exceptions to approval for the task included as well. It looked like only I could flatly refuse her request. There were subcategories detailing toilet use at home, when visiting friends and family, or in a public location such as a mall. Karen had even included examples of how to implement a corrective bathroom break and a reward bathroom break for each of the three subcategories. She’d been thorough and hadn’t tried to slip in a break for herself either.