Chapter 11

“Getting the snot beat out of me with a whip or a paddle, getting choked, drinking piss,” Scarlet rattled off three things that she would charge $300 to do. Those were the most common ones.

“You drink urine?” Gail’s eyebrows went up in exasperation. She couldn’t imagine what that had to do with sexual behavior.

“All the time, I love it. Not as much as cum, but I’d do golden showers all day long,” Scarlet admitted after tidying up. She asked if she had to change the sheets after all. “They really aren’t dirty”.

“Leonard said to change it after every date,” Gail replied sternly. She wouldn’t let Scarlet change the subject. “if you love it, why do you charge 300?”

“I love getting the shit fucked out of me, too. I was always told to do what you love and that you’ll never work a day in your life. I never had a real job. I went from stripper to whore, Mrs. Gail. I was never disciplined like you to work a 9 to 5. I love doing all of this. My husband set the price, and it pays the bills.”

“Do you eat poop as well?” Gail frowned.

“I’ve never had anyone ask me to do that, and that’s not something I am in the habit of doing. I’ll suck a dirty dick that’s been in my ass in a heartbeat,” Scarlet admitted as she finished up with the bed.

“So, what do I tell someone if they ask for that?” Blaine asked. He had seen some perverted emails already from customers and thought it wasn’t impossible someone might ask.

“I’ll try anything once, twice if it’s fun. I doubt most men would ask for that. I’ve never had it come up, and I’ve been doing this a long time.”

“Okay, but let’s say someone wants you to eat cockroaches and worms, or they want to set up a camera and shoot an actual pornography. How do I know what you will and won’t do?” Gail asked in frustration. She was just now realizing there were fetishes she had never heard of. Gail imagined her sister more like a circus freak who performed outlandish dares than a prostitute.

“I am glad you are asking about limits, but I really don’t have any, Mrs. Gail. I guess it’s common sense? If someone wanted to set up to shoot a porno in my bedroom, that would be fun. I don’t see why not. I suppose Leonard would want a cut of the profit from the film. As to eating cockroaches and worms, well, I never considered that. It sounds icky.”

“You just said you’d eat poop once just to try it,” Gail reminded her.

“Shit doesn’t move around and try to climb out of your mouth, and I also said I’ve sucked a dirty cock before after it’s been in my ass. I also didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. It doesn’t sound like it’d be enjoyable. I’d do it, though.”

“You also said you only do what you love,” Gail wasn’t arguing. She just couldn’t understand her sister’s motivation to do these humiliating things.

“I never said that. I said that doing what I love means I’d never work a day in my life. There are some things like gobbling cum that I love. There are some things that I like, some things I tolerate, and some things, like having my head dunked in the toilet, that I don’t enjoy at all. I am a whore, a slut, and a bitch, Mrs. Gail. It’s my job to do those things. If it’s a paying customer or a consequence of my action, it doesn’t change it.”

“You said you get your head dunked in the toilet?”

“Very rarely, but Leonard likes to dunk my head in the toilet and make me lick it clean if I miss any spots. He doesn’t hold me under very long, probably thirty seconds max,” Scarlet said as if it was perfectly normal for a man to do that in a relationship.

Her daughter had gotten the idea of dunking her cousin’s head directly from watching her mom sputter and gurgle in the toilet bowl at home when she failed to clean one of the bathrooms in the house properly.

“This sounds like abuse, Scarlet.”

“As I’ve told you, Mrs. Gail. I could leave any time I chose. I like living this way. It keeps me on my toes. As Leonard said, all I have to do to avoid the consequence is not fuck up. It works for me. I can see you don’t approve, but it’s really not all gloom and doom. We laugh a lot and have fun, and we can afford a lot more because I work. We are saving up for college. If the kids get a scholarship, they can have that money to start a life and buy a home.”

Gail found it hard to argue with that. “How often does he dunk your head in the toilet?”

“Probably not more than once a month. I’ve been a little lazy lately. You can help me with that, Mrs. Gail. You can make sure I do what I am supposed to do,” Scarlet said.

“I think I prefer Ma’am to Mrs. Gail; you can use one or the other. I think it’s rather crude and brutal. I’d never have tolerated my husband dunking my head in a toilet. Do you think Leonard is going to try to do that to me if I permit you to be a sloppy housekeeper?”

“I can’t speak for Leonard. Only my husband can speak for himself,” Scarlet really wasn’t sure what Leonard would do.

“How can your kids respect you at all if they see you as a puppy or getting dunked in the toilet?”

“They don’t really see me like Blaine sees you. You are an authority figure and a good role model to him. I am a softie and always was. I don’t want to be the bad guy and lower the hammer on them. I am the fun mom that takes them for ice cream and sneaks them cookies when Daddy isn’t looking.”

“I suppose I have to be the bad guy and punish you if I catch you with your hand in the cookie jar?”

“You can, or you could tell my husband what I did.”

“It seems like you want to be an adult without any responsibility and a license to be a brat, lazy housekeeper, and sneak cookies when you know it’s against the rules,” Gail observed.

“Who would want mountains of responsibility and worry? That’s why I think Leonard offered you the job. You seem to be up to it. I really do try to behave, and you won’t have to punish me very often,” Scarlet promised.

“Alright, what do you do now that you’ve cleaned up?” Gail asked once she had had enough of the conversation. “Your next appointment is not until 1pm.”

“Usually, when I am home alone, I masturbate for a few hours, but I am game to keep talking. I know you have questions,” Scarlet said.

Gail told her to follow her into Erica’s room so she could check on Blaine’s progress. He smiled when he saw his Aunt and Mom walk in. Gail wasn’t in the habit of knocking on her own door. She hoped she didn’t catch Blaine looking at porn or beating off.

Blaine was busy going through the emails. “There are hundreds of unopened contacts and a lot of people writing to tell you that you were the best sex they ever had, Aunt Scarlet ... I mean, just Scarlet.”

“That’s okay; it’s going to take some time to get used to this relationship, Blaine,” Scarlet said.

Blaine frowned because he hoped his Aunt would call him Sir. However, he didn’t mention it. He felt it would make him seem petty or needy. He said he was organizing the database and asked about her appointments for the next day. Scarlet had to dig up another sheet of paper with the list on it. It was just as illegible as the last list, and it wasn’t in the same place as today’s list. It was also out of order, and some of the names were crossed out and underlined, leading Blaine to wonder if that meant it was cancelled or very important.

It was obvious that Scarlet grabbed the nearest sheet of paper and scribbled notes on it with absolutely no system in place.

“I may not be ready to do a mass email, but I can give you a list of the most recent unanswered texts and emails, and you guys could start contacting them,” he offered.

That’s exactly what Gail and Scarlet did until lunch. Gail sent emails she wrote specifically to the person with a 20% discount. She had no idea whether they had seen her recently. Occasionally, she’d ask Scarlett how much something should cost.

Scarlet got her phone back and called and texted customers. She relayed the appointments to Blaine, who confirmed an open spot and then sent them a confirmation email with the details.

It was very efficient and dry. “May I please take a shit before lunch, pretty please?” Scarlet begged her sister abruptly.

Gail was caught off guard by the pleading because Scarlet made it sound like an emergency. “Why do you have to be so vulgar? Why are you just bringing this up now if you have to go so badly?”

“I don’t mean to offend you. Leonard believes that disgusting whores like me shit and piss, and he likes me to beg on my knees for the privilege. I am not allowed to ask to use the bathroom or to go poop. I can whisper in your ear, though. I’ve been doing that while you are here.”

“It’s a lot to take in, Scarlet. Yes, you can go. You have 15 minutes.”

“Thank you, Ma’am!! I really appreciate it,” Scarlet seemed delighted to be able to use the bathroom in her own house.

“Wait, I thought you were supposed to call my Mom, Mrs. Gail,” Blaine asked. He hadn’t heard Gail tell her she could call her Ma’am. In fact, he had heard his mother explicitly say she didn’t like that at all.

Scarlet stopped and pivoted toward her nephew. Her big tits jiggled slightly and distracted him. “Your mother told me that I could call her either name as a sign of respect.”

Blaine wished she’d call him Sir. He wasn’t too keen on Mr. Blaine. It sounded better when he called his cousin “Miss Erica,” but he wasn’t so sure Mr. Blaine would sound very important.

Scarlet took her leave and removed her butt plug. She sucked on it as she sat on the toilet with the bathroom door open in the hallway. It was getting close to lunchtime, so Blaine and his mother put their work on the computer on hold and left Erica’s room. Gail was the first to notice her naked sister sitting on the toilet with her butt plug in her mouth. Blaine noticed as well.

Scarlet blushed a little when she saw their surprised reactions. She could mumble with the butt plug clenched in her teeth. “Remember? Leonard prefers I leave the door open so that you can make sure I am not masturbating without permission.”

Gail was flustered. She continued walking. Blaine wanted to stay and watch, but he followed his mother when she glanced back at him. He didn’t want to be accused of being creepy.

“I am increasingly of the opinion that I’ve bitten off more than I can chew,” Gail admitted to Blaine when they were alone. “Your Aunt has some dark appetites. She definitely needs organization, but I don’t think I can do this.”

“It’s your first day, Ma’am. You have to give it time,” Blaine said.

“Now you are calling me, Ma’am?”

“You are my boss, and it’s a sign of respect, right?” Blaine countered. Gail couldn’t argue with that. She found it slightly amusing that her son had done that. It wouldn’t have occurred to her, but he was right.

“There is a part of me that wants to smack the snot out of my sister and make her just be a mom and stop having like this, and a part of me that finds the entire thing disturbing on every level,” Gail admitted.

“Is there a part of you that think it’s funny that Aunt Scarlet has to sit on the toilet with a plug she had in her butt in her mouth?”

“She did look silly. My sister used to be stuck up. She developed early, and she was definitely a tease. I remember hearing rumors that she led boys on and made them think they were going to get lucky and get them to take her to a concert. I expected that version of my sister when we moved in. I did not expect the puppy dog version.”

“Puppy dog?” Blaine asked. He hadn’t overheard that conversation.

“We’ll save that for another time,” she said as her sister emerged from the bathroom. She had the plug back in her ass.

“Thank you, Ma’am! I appreciate that! Is there anything you want for lunch?”

“Turkey sandwich for me, extra mayo, lettuce, tomato if you have it, and some macaroni if you have it left over from last night; what about you, Blaine?”

I’ll have the same,” Blaine had a hard time deciding what he wanted to eat and preferred to just have what everyone else was having.

“Great,” Scarlet got right on that.

“What should we have done if you took more than 15 minutes in the bathroom, Scarlet?” Blaine asked.

“I am usually pretty fast, but if I can’t get it out fast enough, Leonard would probably dunk my head in the toilet for two times the amount of time I am late. If I am late for two minutes, he’d dunk me four minutes.”

That resonated with Blaine because his cousin had dunked his head in the toilet and made him lick the pee and poop spots.

“I am not going to drown you in the toilet, Scarlet,” her sister assured her. Blaine wasn’t sure he could do that to his Aunt. He could definitely do it to Erica if the tables were ever turned.

“You could make me hold pennies with my titties and my nose to the wall, or if you want to see me squirm and dance, I have some Icy-Hot. You could rub that on my cunt and asshole.”

“What would that do?”

“I can show you for demonstration purposes if you like?” Scarlet offered to let her sister rub it on her, but Gail declined. Scarlet finished delivering the sandwiches that her sister and nephew requested. She added a pickle and some chips. Then she took a tube of icy-hot cream and smeared it all over her bald pussy. She removed her butt plug and put it in her mouth. Then she spread a generous amount all around her ass and in her crack and put the plug back in.

“in a few minutes, it’s going to start to sting me and send cold and hot sensations to my muscles that make me spasm and jump,” she warned as she prepared her own sandwich.

Blaine could smell the medicine and wintergreen smell wafting off of the cream, and he noticed his Aunt go from calmly spreading mayo on her sandwich to twisting and shivering. “There is lidocaine in this. This is the maximum strength 30% formula. It’s not so bad right now. It’s just making my leg shake,” she said as she finished preparing the sandwich. Gail thought it was a small punishment and didn’t see the point in it.

She’d used Icy Hot on sore muscles before, and it always eliminated pain. However, on Scarlet’s delicate pussy lips and around her anus, the nerve endings began to send screaming signals to her brain that made her hurk and jurk and involuntarily dance. That amused Blaine, and Gail laughed too. Scarlet had a smirk on her face as she endured the zenith of the discomfort and pain.

“How long does this last?”

“The cream can stay on for hours, but usually Master permits to wipe it off after 10 minutes of shaking.”

“Okay, you can wipe it off now,” Gail showed her sister mercy after less than a minute. She had done nothing to deserve punishment and was simply doing a demonstration for Gail’s benefit.

“Is this something Leonard does to Alex and Erica?”

“No, I don’t think he ever has. They’ve seen me get slathered up. Toothpaste can have a similar effect,” Scarlet calmly folded a paper towel into a football shape and began to wipe her pussy first. Blaine noticed it was the same way that Erica wiped her pussy when she was on the toilet. He also noticed that Scarlet was intensely wet, and her pussy was glistening.

Once she was done cleaning herself up, she tossed the paper towel in the trash. “Dancing like that made me so horny, Mrs. Gail. I am so wet; I can barely stand it. Can I play with myself before my next date, please?”

“You haven’t even finished your sandwich,” Gail found it in poor taste to beg to masturbate in front of her son. “Your next date is supposed to be here at 1pm. If he gets early, you have to stop. You can have 20 minutes.”

“I don’t mind. I can eat it later, thank you! Ma’am. You are way too generous; Leonard usually only gives me five minutes! Can I have an orgasm or just edge?” Scarlet began to play with her nipples with one hand and brought her finger down to her pussy and began to push up and down on her clit rapidly while shutting her eyes.

“You are going to do it in the kitchen?”

“My husband told me to treat you like him. He usually watches me get my rocks off,” Scarlet stopped and opened her eyes again. She was clearly frustrated after starting.

“In front of Blaine?” Gail asked her sister what she was thinking.

“I just rubbed my pussy and ass with lotion in front of him, Mrs. Gail. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal because my husband told me to show you the ropes, so to speak.”

“And you play with yourself around your Alex and Erica?”

“Yes, before you came, I’d play with myself in front of whoever was watching. They don’t care. Everyone masturbates, Ma’am. I am a masturbation fiend. I am normally only given five minutes, and I can only edge, no orgasm.”

“What do you mean by edge?” Gail wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“I tease myself to the point that I am about to explode, but I am not allowed to have an orgasm without special permission, even when playing with myself.”

“That sounds more like torture than a reward?”

“I was trained to please others, so my pleasure comes from making other people happy. When I get an opportunity to play with myself, I’ll take it! There is something very satisfying about a long build-up and anticipation. Sometimes Leonard lets me edge myself before a particularly nasty client who is going to want to do a lot of heavy insertions and fisting to get me good and wet. It’s more of a prep.”

“Well, in the future, you will do it in private, just as you did when we first arrived.” Gail frowned. There was a knock on the door.

“That will be Mr. Greely,” Scarlet lamented that she didn’t get to masturbate at all.

“I’ll get it,” Gail was closest to the door and thought she may as well. The timid old man took one look at Gail and gasped. He turned and left without saying a word.

“That is the reaction that I would expect most men would have to me offering my services,” Gail frowned. She had been skeptical that two of her sister’s clients had been interested in her. Mr. Greely’s reaction confirmed what she believed about herself. She considered herself unattractive, bookish, and shrewful.

“He probably just got scared off because he didn’t see me at the door,” Scarlet offered apologetically.

Blaine sprang into action. He dashed out the door after the man. Mr. Greely was already in his 1983 Lincoln Continental, getting ready to pull out of the driveway. “That was my mom. Sorry about that. We are staying with Scarlet for a while. We didn’t mean to scare you off. Please come back,” Blaine said. He realized his Uncle didn’t want him interacting with clients, but none of the women had dashed outside to stop him from leaving. “This was all just a misunderstanding.”

Mr. Greely was skittish. He was a small, diminutive man who had spent his life working in accounting. He was an auditor now, and the last thing that he wanted was a surprise. He was deeply ashamed of his fetish, and he didn’t want his wife or adult daughters to find out about it. He didn’t like telling Scarlet what he enjoyed doing because, to him, it was a nasty, dirty secret. However, Scarlet found it amusing and was happy to accommodate the harmless old man.

Greely put his car into park. He was touched by how Blaine genuinely seemed to want him to come back inside and keep his appointment. “If it won’t be too much trouble, I don’t mean to interrupt,” Mr. Greely said in a hushed whisper. He reminded Blaine of a mole in human form. He was bald and had heavy spectacles.