Chapter 6

It was Saturday evening and Karen was feeling down. She had not been able to get a job. Karen had very few prospects on a job, either. She felt like a failure as a parent. She could tell Tucker was changing, and she didn’t like it. She wanted him to be her little boy who focused on video games and pleasing his mother.

Instead, he was out with Mark hanging out around the trailer park. Tucker had even met a few girls. He was starting to come out of his shell during his stay with his cousins.

Savannah and Cheyenne were already off restriction and out doing something on their own as well. Alan was home, but he was glued to the television and enjoying an ice-cold Samuel Adams.

Betty’s “date” arrived around 8pm.

“Hello Karen,” Robert said as he came to their door. It was Betty who welcomed him in, but Robert seemed more interested in her sister.

“Oh great, it is you” Karen rolled her eyes in disgust.

She reminded Robert of his ex-wife both physically and now with her body language.

Betty had prepared for Robert all day. She had a butt plug in her ass and had been playing with her nipples frequently. Robert had mentioned a scenario where he would treat her as a “Hucow.” He was going to milk her and lead her around the bedroom like a barnyard animal.

“Hello, Master Robert,” Betty tried to get his attention. She told him she had been preparing for him all day. “Just don’t write on me like you did before, please. That cost me a little business,” She joked.

“I am so sorry about that. I’d like to make it up to you,” Robert produced a wad of cash. He had 400 dollars.

Betty smiled. “Oh, you can paint me up like a cow and milk me for a few hours if that gets your rocks off,” she said with a greedy gleam in her eyes.

“Actually, I had a better idea,” Robert was intent on including Karen in their fun and games. Karen could tell from the way he was looking at her that was his intention and made it abundantly clear that she was not interested in being his cow or doing Anything sexual with him.

“You have the wrong idea,” Robert said.

“Oh, really?” Karen put her hands on her hips.

“No sex and you don’t have to touch me,” Robert said. He produced an additional hundred dollars and laid the money on the table.

Alan took notice and stopped watching TV.

Betty looked encouragingly at her sister. That was a lot of money. The most Betty had ever made for a single session.

“I am listening,” Karen was intrigued but not enough to jump at the bait.

“You will give orders to your sister, and she will obey you. I will direct you on how to train her. Two hours,” Robert said shrewdly.

Karen wasn’t interested even for this amount. Betty reminded her that she could really use the money to get her car fixed. She told Karen that she’d only take a hundred dollars of the money, and she could have the rest.

“In that case, I’ll make it six hundred,” Robert slapped down his last hundred dollars and held up his hands to indicate that he would not be increasing his offer.

“I am not getting naked,” Karen huffed.

“Of course you won’t,” Robert said. “You have all the power. You will be wearing something sexy,” he informed her like it was a forgone conclusion.

“I don’t own anything sexy,” Karen was looking for reasons not to agree to this. She was more than a little reluctant and skeptical. The offer seemed too good to be true.

“Your sister does,” Robert said. Betty nodded and said that she would be happy to loan her something to wear.

Karen repeated her stipulations about not doing anything sexual. She told herself she would bail on this as soon as it got too weird for her. Robert nodded patiently and waited for Betty to help her sister get dressed. He talked to Alan casually while the girls went into the bedroom.

As soon as Karen walked into the bedroom, the overwhelming smell of sickly-sweet strawberry body-gel overwhelmed her. There were dildos and sex toys hanging from the wall. There was even a bowling pin sitting ominously on a shelf like it may have been used as a sex toy before.

Betty owned a cage by the bed. It was meant for a medium-sized dog. It was pretty apparent that was used for her kinky roleplays. There were handcuffs, ropes, duct tape, and other binding ties near the cage.

“Here this should do nicely,” Betty smiled as she pulled out a black latex domme outfit. It covered the breasts, ass, and pussy like a unitard. There were rubber bits around the pussy, asshole, and nipple area that could be removed if so desired.

Karen gasped but began to change. She had a thick hairy bush and had not shaved her legs. Betty helped her with some slutty makeup to enhance her look as a Mistress.

“This is absurd,” Karen said.

“You’ll be fine. Just follow his instructions. I have to do all the naughty stuff. It is only for two hours, and you get five hundred dollars!” Betty smiled at her sister.

“Why can’t HE tell you what to do?” Karen struggled to get the tight latex on her body. She was surprised at how she had to tug and pull it at first. Once she had it on, it enhanced her shapely figure. She felt sexy and catlike as she strutted around in it for the first time.

“Robert is a puppet master. He wants to control you and make you control me. Don’t worry. No matter what you order me to do or do to me, I won’t hold it against you. Anything that happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom!” she said.

“You won’t tell Tucker that I did this?” Karen asked as she admired herself in the mirror. She felt like Elvira Mistress of the Dark.

“If he asks me, I have to tell him,” Betty said.

“I don’t want to hurt you either!” Karen noticed all of the torture implements on the wall. Floggers, paddles, chains, clips, and spiky rods adorned the wall along with Karen’s massive dildo and sex toy collection.

“No pain, no gain,” Betty chuckled and assured Karen that she wouldn’t hold it against her. “Sometimes, they want to beat me. Sometimes they want me to beat them. Trust me, you are not going to do Anything that is going to put me in the hospital. Just have fun with it,” Betty chuckled playfully while sizing up her sister and helping her into the costume.

Karen didn’t see this as fun at all. She was still wondering why she had agreed to this even though she so desperately needed the money. It was totally against everything she felt she stood for.

“The last time I dressed up like this was a Halloween party. I feel absolutely ridiculous,” Karen said. She accepted her sister’s code of honesty. “Let’s just make sure to be done before Tucker gets home,” she said.

It was the first time she called Betty’s trailer “Home” since she arrived. Betty smirked and nodded. She put a collar around her neck and handed the leash to her sister.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Karen asked.

Betty showed her by getting on her hands and knees to crawl. “You can walk me out to the living room. He’ll like that. Be strict and tough with me. I won’t break,” Betty said.

“You really aren’t embarrassed, crawling like a dog in front of your husband?” Karen gripped the leather leash in her hand. It felt good. She liked the smell of the leather as well.

“It is a little humiliating, but just have fun with it. Don’t let him freak you out. Robert is playing one his mind games with you,” Betty said as she crawled forward slowly and wiggled her ass.

“What is the point of the game?” Karen said as she followed her sister and let her lead her to the bedroom door.

“It is hard to say with Master Robert. He is a Chess Master. He is always thinking several moves ahead. Just call him Master Robert or Sir for the entire session. Don’t freak out or show signs of weakness. He probably wants to see if he can freak you out. If he can’t, then he may want to pay for a longer session or come back and do this again. It is the easiest five hundred bucks you will ever make!” Betty assured her sister.

She told Karen to lead her with the leash as she handed it to her.

Karen struggled with the concept of what she was doing. It was objectifying her sister and participating in a degrading sex act for money. She was embarrassed for Betty even though she wasn’t the one crawling naked on the floor.

She also didn’t feel powerful or in charge. She felt like she was Robert’s puppet.

“That is acceptable,” Robert didn’t look at Karen’s outfit when they entered the room. He knew that Betty would have chosen some reasonable outfit for Karen to wear.

Karen thought that was rude, but it was part of how Robert established his authority. He didn’t want to seem like he cared about minor details.

When he did drink in Karen’s long legs in the black outfit, he was impressed. He loved seeing Karen wearing that outfit. The high heels she wore only accentuated her leg muscles and made her look taller and more impressive. Karen felt powerful and sexy in the outfit despite how revealing it was.

“A Librarian in the streets and a Dominatrix in the sheets,” He observed.

Karen felt a little flattered by that comment, but she rolled her eyes as if she was not impressed. She honestly wanted to like Robert. She would have if he approached her in a more normal way. She resented the fact she had to play his games for the money, but she was willing to reluctantly go along with it, given her circumstances. She sighed.

“Eager to get started,” Robert made the wry comment. He was turned on that Karen was reluctant. He was used to getting his way with women. He wanted to work for it with Karen. He delighted in the idea of corrupting her and exposing her to bondage and sado-masochism.

As far as Karen was concerned, it was a silly sexual role-playing game and nothing more. She would play the part but insisted to herself that she would not enjoy it.

“I want you to command your sister and punish her if she fails to obey you completely,” Robert said.

“Command her to do what?” Karen asked the question because she didn’t want to do Anything sexual with her sister. She hoped that Robert might say he wanted her to do something sexual so she could put a stop to things right now. She was feeling uncomfortable being undressed with his eyes and wanted a reason to leave.

“Anything you like. She is yours to play with and train. Whatever amuses you,” Robert said. He explained that in training it isn’t always about what the slave does but how they do it. “There is a protocol and an order to things. You set the pace and tone. If you are informal and do not demand much of your slave, then you won’t get much in response. If you require her to speak to you respectfully and act promptly and obediently, then you will establish your authority over her,” he said.

Karen wanted to scoff. Betty was such a free spirit that Karen couldn’t imagine her sister honestly behaving submissively.

“What are you going to call your sister, Betty?” Robert asked.

“Mistress Karen or Ma’am, Sir,” Betty said. She was still on the floor on all fours. Her ass was sticking out, and her tits were rubbing the carpet.

Karen didn’t want to be called Mistress. She thought it sounded sexual.

“Could she call me something else?” Karen asked.

“What would you prefer to be addressed as, Ma’am?” Betty asked.

Karen couldn’t think of anything suitable.

“Lady Karen?” Robert suggested.

Karen shrugged. This was only a game anyway. “I suppose that will do,” she harrumphed.

Robert drank in Karen’s aloof reluctance. He liked the fact that she didn’t embrace her power or authority. He liked how skeptical she was that she might enjoy it. Her body language suggested she was rigid and tense. He found that to be amusing in this situation.

“Why don’t we start with some pet training, Lady Karen?” Robert suggested. He quickly explained that a form of training involved de-humanizing a pet and treating them like an animal.

Karen shook her head in disgust. She found this entire idea to be objectionable, but she remembered how much money she was being paid to engage in this behavior. She felt humiliated, but she decided to play along. “So just treat her like a puppy?” she asked.

“Exactly,” Robert smiled enthusiastically.

He watched as Karen walked her sister back and forth in their bedroom on the leash while she crawled like a dog. Betty sniffed the ground and wiggled her big bottom. She sat up and panted and spun around slowly in Karen’s direction.

Karen had to admit it was pretty funny to watch Betty act like a goofy puppy and sniff the floor. “Sit up and beg!” she said. Betty squatted with her knees apart and put her hands in front of her tits like paws. Then she let her tongue hang out and let her spit dribble down on her nipples.

“Bark for me, Puppy!” Karen said. She wasn’t sure how far she could push things.

“Ruff! Ruh-uff!” Betty had roleplayed a doggy before. She was good at it, and she didn’t mind it. She would have preferred a good, long fuck, but she’d play Robert’s game as long as he was paying her.

Karen stifled a giggle. Robert noticed, though. “You can make her roll over, play fetch, play dead,” Robert suggested.

Karen asked him what kinds of things her sister would fetch. Karen found the idea absurd and, at the same time, mildly amusing on some level. It was not at all the sexual experience she thought it was going to be.

“The entire room is a toy chest,” Robert held his arms outstretched to indicate the shelves of sex toys lining the walls. He had paid for many of these toys himself. There were red latex butt plugs, whips, riding-crops, dildos of all shapes and sizes. Karen had never seen so many sex toys at once. She blushed.

“Fetch puppy,” Robert pulled one of those red butt plugs from the wall and flung it in front of Betty. She strained against the leash, and Karen released it. Betty crawled quickly to where the plug was and sniffed it. She picked it up with her teeth and dropped it at Robert’s feet.

“Take your toy to your trainer,” Robert pointed at his feet.

Betty brought the plug over to where Karen was standing and dropped it at her sister’s feet. Karen was reluctant to touch the spit-covered plug. She bent over and threw it. Betty chased it quickly as her leash dangled behind her.

Karen played fetch with her sister three more times. She even giggled after tossing the rubber sex toy and watching her sister bound after it.

Karen could tell Betty was getting tired and slowing down. Crawling quickly on the floor was not easy even for someone who had done it many times before.

“When your slave starts to get de-motivated, you must use your tools to enforce your authority and keep their mind focused on the tasks you are giving them,” Robert said. Karen didn’t realize exactly what he was saying until he pulled down a riding crop from the shelf and handed it to her.

“You want me to hit my sister with this?” Karen asked as she scrunched her nose in disgust.

“You could also shove it all the way up her ass, make her lick it, or any other naughty thing you can think up for her to do. I want to see you train your sister. That is what I am paying you for. If you want to do it properly, then you must learn how to use your tools,” he said.

“So, this is all about hurting each other?” Karen asked as she felt the leather tip of the riding crop to get some idea of how much it might hurt.

“Not at all. There are many tools at your disposal. This is the most rudimentary one. The quick application of pain will no more hurt her than it would a horse. Do you think that racers abuse their animals? They use it to prod them to victory. I will teach you other forms of control. You may deny pleasure when she displeases you. You might allow pleasure when she does what you want. You may not learn all of this in tonight’s lesson, but with your authority comes a responsibility to be judicious in the application of discipline and rewards. You must do what is best for your sister,” Robert said.

There was something quite compelling in that statement that Karen would ruminate on for some time after this session.

“You must do what is best for your sister,” continued to repeat in Karen’s mind for the rest of the session. It was how she justified cropping her sister’s bottom. If they were to make money doing this, she would need to put on a good show for Robert, and so she intended to do that.

Robert suggested Karen try the crop on herself first.

“Absolutely not!” Karen said.

“A good domme would never do something to another person that they themselves would not do. You need to understand that this toy can inflict pain but not enough to do any damage unless you use it improperly,” Robert flicked the horse crop across his whip. It looked like it stung, but he did not flinch.

Karen did the same thing to herself. It didn’t hurt at all.

Robert taught her how to snap her wrist to hit with a little more power and precision. That time it stung but tingled shortly after. Karen had remembered when Alan said he couldn’t hit quite like Betty when she spanked her girls.

Robert reminded her that there was a difference between discipline and punishment. “You must maintain discipline at all times. Submissive crave the control – they want to be led. The only reason you should ever feel guilty is when you do not provide her what she needs!”

Over the next twenty minutes, Karen spanked Betty’s ass, cunt and tits hard with the riding crop. Betty counted each one and seemed to be enjoying it.

Robert taught Karen how to make Betty pose in various humiliating positions as a table, footstool, or candle holder. She was not supposed to smile or jiggle even when a cold glass was placed on her back. He explained this was to objectify her. Anytime Betty joked or giggled her sister would twist her nipples or spank her with the crop and Betty instantly took it more seriously.

“Removing privileges she takes for granted, like being able to walk on two feet or wear clothes is one step. Training them to perform useful tasks like cleaning or entertaining is another. The next step is treating her like an animal or object. You can even put her in a cage,” Robert said.

He pointed to the cage near Betty’s bed that seemed designed for a person to fit into. They didn’t own a pet, so it was obviously for these kinds of sexual roleplays. “This a puppy cage and today I’d like to see you train Betty to be a puppy,” he smiled.

Karen had never heard of anything like this. It didn’t sound sexy to her at all. It sounded silly!

She thought about the money at the end of the session and smiled back at him politely.

“The best form of de-humanizing is to train a slave to be a useful object. In this way, you can establish your authority and teach a valuable lesson to your submissive,” Robert explained as he rested a foot on Betty’s back.

Betty made a wisecrack about hoping they could fast forward to the part about giving pleasure as a reward for all of this service.

“You could also see the punishment as payback for your sister’s wanton acts of wicked debauchery,” Robert said.

“Can I use a paddle next?” Karen asked politely. Her eyes lit up slightly with pleasure. She told herself she was going to put on a pleasing show for Robert. However, what he just said appealed to her on some level. She had always been a little jealous of her sister’s wild ways. Karen was always the well-behaved one that showed restraint. It hardly seemed fair that Betty wouldn’t have to feel some pain.