Chapter 16

Blaine didn’t share what he had spoken with his Aunt about, and Gail didn’t ask. She also didn’t ask what he saw or thought about what had happened. She was too embarrassed. Instead, she quietly made them some food while Scarlet dutifully stood with her nose pressed in the corner.

Blaine tried to break the awkward silence, but Gail was too humiliated and flustered to speak. She had done the exact opposite of what she thought she was going to do. She had justified her first encounter with Harlan as a one-time thing out of desperation. All he wanted was to have her use her feet to masturbate him.

At the time, she thought it was the depths of depravity and betrayed her beliefs in dignity and self-worth. She had preached to her son and her sister against prostitution, and she had done it anyway.

The worst part was she was flattered anyone had a crush on her and remembered her for so long. She felt special. He’d pay so much money to get her to do something with him. She’d have done it for less after a few dates if Harlan had even shown interest in her.

The next guy had just been a nice old man that she took pity on. However, she also told herself she had to take whatever money she could get, and she had let him lick peanut butter from her butthole.

Today, she had just straight up been a whore, and there was little to no justification except that she didn’t want him to stop being a regular. She knew that, on some level, she was just really horny, and she wanted some male companionship. She wanted a cock between her legs that didn’t belong to her son.

His snuggles had only made her realize how lonely and unsatisfied she truly was.

Now, she blamed her sister for corrupting her and putting her in a situation where she could be tempted to have sex for money. She knew that it was all her fault, and she always had a choice, but it was easier to blame Scarlet.

“Okay, you may come down from the wall and make yourself a sandwich,” Gail finally decided after watching her sister hold pennies to the wall and feeling guilty. Scarlet apologized again and quickly made her sandwich. She wasn’t comfortable with the authority that her brother-in-law had given her, but she was going to use it anyway.

Gail felt a little guilty about being hard on her sister, but this is what she and her husband asked her to do, and she just wanted a little silence to help her process the course her life was taking.

Blaine felt like his Mom might like to debrief about what happened, but he didn’t want to bring it up unless she did. Gail didn’t ask her son if he told her to clean up after the encounter. “Go make my bed and change the sheets,” Gail said after Scarlet finished her sandwich while standing up.

Scarlet didn’t complain. She walked into the bedroom and began to change out the sheets.

Gail wanted to talk to her son about what happened, but she had no idea what to tell him. She wanted to thank him for coming to the door to check on her when she made noises. She decided that was the last time she was going to turn a trick.

At 1:30, a man showed up to tie up and spank Scarlet. He was an older gentleman with a calm demeanor. He looked like a professional. Scarlet knew him only as Master BG. He wanted to discipline both Gail and Scarlet, but Gail had no interest. She had made up her mind that she wasn’t going to turn tricks.

“I am sorry, Master BG, I don’t go in for that sort of thing,” she said.

“I am talking about two hundred dollars each!” he said.

“No,” Gail said emphatically.

“Okay, how about for a hundred extra dollars, you spank her while I guide you on how to discipline your sister,” Master BG said.

“This is not a negotiation of price. I said I am not interested,” she said.

“Okay, how about we just have a three-way?” he asked. Blaine was in the living room. He left to go to his room. “Your son could watch.”

“Absolutely not,” Gail was even less interested in that scenario.

“You seemed freaky, sorry! I guess you are throwing away five hundred bucks,” he said.

“You said an extra hundred dollars,” Gail corrected.

“I offered two hundred for each of you, and I’d give you an extra hundred to dominate your sister for me while I beat off. That’s five hundred dollars for an hour’s work,” BG said.

Gail found it difficult to refuse that. She was tempted to take his offer. She had JUST told herself that she wasn’t going to have sex for money again. “No sex! and my son does not watch,” Gail laid out her conditions.

“Sure, he can join in then,” BG joked. The joke didn’t amuse Gail. She followed him into Leonard’s bedroom. It served as a dungeon of sorts. There was a hard point in the ceiling with a hydraulic lift. He also had a Saint Andrew’s Cross and some other BDSM furniture that looked something like padded exercise stations.

The bed took up less than half of the room. It was a rather spacious bedroom with a vanity, a walk-in closet, and a large bathroom with his and her sinks.

Leonard also had a Spanish horse made of wood in one corner. It was based on an old design made popular during the Spanish Inquisition. It was designed for a naked woman to be seated upon it, and then all of her weight would be forced down on the central crease of the wooden horse’s back so that gravity itself inflicted pain upon the most intimate parts of a woman’s body.

Gail marveled at the simplicity of the contraption, as she ran her fingers delicately along the polished wood and wondered about it’s purpose.

BG put all five hundred dollars in the safe. That was fine with Gail. She knew Leonard would let her have half of the money she earned. BG knew where the costumes were located, so he asked Gail to put on a dominatrix costume.

It was her sister’s outfit, but Scarlet seldom wore it. She didn’t have a lot of requests for Pro-Dominatrix work and usually she performed those sessions completely nude with just a pair of thigh high boots on.

There were leather straps that covered the nipples and pussy. Gail had to admit she liked the smell of the worn leather and the shiny chains. She stripped and reluctantly put it on. In her mind, time spent dressing the part was burning part of the hour. Gail considered taking off her glasses, but BG wanted her to wear them.

“It gives you a sexy librarian look,” he assured her.

She pursed her lips, and wasn’t sure whether to consider that much of a compliment. The disapproving look only made BG thinking about the strict high school librarians that he fantasized about in his youth.

BG also had an outfit for Scarlet. It was a slave Leia costume from Star Wars. It was heavily modified to show as much of her body as possible. She looked even sexier when clothed. That only made her sister jealous. She frowned. She didn’t want to do this, but the money was too good to pass up. She decided not to lie to herself and say this would be the last time or even think about the broken promise she made to herself.

Scarlet giggled as she put it on. She had no idea what the costume was from, and she really didn’t care. This was “dress up” to her, and she loved to play kinky little games like this before her sessions.

Master BG directed her to put her hair up in twin buns just like Slave Leia wore her hair. He had to show her a picture on his phone because she had no idea what he was talking about and ultimately they settled on her letting her pretty red hair fall down around her shoulders. She rarely removed the collar that she wore around her neck, but the costume collar was essential to the outfit. She put that on and looked radiant.

Gail knew that her son would have a “Nerdgasm” if he saw how sexy his aunt was in that outfit. She tried to suppress a little jealousy.

Master BG began by getting to sit on the wooden horse. Scarlet had to plant the pink of her pussy on the sharp spine of the device and then rest her weight on it. She placed her feet in wooden stirrups at the bottom. BG told her sister to secure her hands behind her back. Gail was going to use handcuffs, but BG quickly taught her how to tie a rope to a secure and satisfying knot.

Scarlet was already creaming herself. She loved being tied up, and rope made her horny. Leonard had trained her to enjoy it. The pain between her legs was intense, but her throbbing pussy dripping juice down the wood was making it bearable.

Gail felt like a nurse awaiting a Doctor’s instructions. BG wanted her to take over, but Gail made it clear that she had never done this before. “You look like a dominatrix,” BG said. He meant it as a compliment.

Gail assumed he meant that she looked like a cruel bitch, which on some level was what he meant.

Gail liked the outfit. It was somewhat empowering. She was shocked when he placed a rope around Scarlet’s pretty neck to secure her. This was a completely new kind of experience for Gail, and she wondered if she should be worried for her sister’s safety.

Scarlet assured her it was fine. “I get tied up like this all the time, and Master BG is a pro, Ma’am.”

Master BG liked the fact that the women were sisters, and that Scarlet addressed her sister as a dominatrix. He had no idea of the dynamic of how heir real relationship worked outside of sessions, so he thought this was all for his benefit.

The rope was there to stabilize her. It seemed like if she fell off, she’d choke to death. However, Leonard had rigged it to break the fall and offer some support simply. Scarlet had never fallen off the horse before.

“You do the honors,” BG pointed to a wooden lever next to the horse. Gail had no idea what it did. She pulled the lever like she was on a game show. The stirrups fell away, and Scarlet was dumped on the wooden horse in such a way that all of her weight pressed down on the fine edge of the wooden horse. She yelped in pain and squirmed.

Gail was dismayed. She hadn’t intended to hurt her sister. She was worried that was too much. BG was just beginning. He wanted Gail to start hitting her tits and ass with the riding crop while he jerked off on the bed.

“It’s nice to have someone else do all the work,” he said as he laid back and pulled his dick out. Gail noticed he was well endowed, and his balls hung down pendulously. He wasn’t fully hard, though.

“I am sorry about this,” Gail whispered.

“No need. This is just business, Mrs. Gail. I am up on this horse at least once a week. You can hit much harder. Put on a good show,” she whispered back.

“If you are going to talk to each other, just talk,” BG insisted. He could tell they were talking, and he wanted a show. “Tell her what you are going to do to her next.”

“Whatever you want me to do to her, Sir,” Gail said.

“No, punish her, be ruthless, show her who is boss!”

“You screwed up another appointment, and I had to fuck a total stranger to keep you from losing business, Scarlet!” she complained as she slashed her sister’s helpless tits.

“Yes, I am sorry, Mrs. Gail!”

This intrigued BG. It sounded authentic, and he liked that. He had no idea what had happened.

“I didn’t want to be a whore, and now look at me. Look at what I am doing!” she took out her anger on her sister’s ass. She wanted to shove the riding crop in her sister’s butt, but it wasn’t possible with how Scarlet was sitting on the edge of the wooden horse. I had to do anal. It was disgusting! That was my first time!”

“Yes! Call her names!” BG wished he had some popcorn.

“You stupid, greedy whore! Are you having fun up there?”

Scarlet actually was. She liked this side of her sister. She pouted and said she hated it and to get her off.

“I should make you sit up here between customers and really think about your life and your mothering skills,” Gail insisted. She felt that was kind of a low blow and that she shouldn’t talk about their kids in a session. It was too late.

“You corrupted my son. He loves watching these fat sacks of shit bounce around the house,” she slapped her tits with the riding crop. BG was getting tired of watching this. He wanted something heavier. He made Scarlet get down after only five minutes. He normally would have left her up there for longer. However, that was because as BG got older, he didn’t like too many scene changes. He made Gail help her off.

Gail could see how sore and swollen her sister’s pussy was after just five minutes. She felt guilty.