Chapter 9

Scarlet prepared dinner in the nude and served it while standing up. It was the first time she had done that since Blaine and Gail arrived. However, she used to do it all the time a few months earlier. Leonard often worked late, and Scarlet had been sitting at the table for breakfast and lunch. It wasn’t long before she forgot that it was even a requirement. The kids didn’t remind her.

No one else but Gail or Blaine seemed to notice or care that Scarlet had begun standing up at the table to eat.

Her kids had grown up with her standing and waiting on them at the table. If they needed a fork or to refresh a drink, she would get it for them. She had continued doing that for them even after she stopped standing at the table.

Scarlet ate and laughed with her family the same way that she always did while standing over her plate. The only difference was that she addressed her sister as Ma’am. She never had to speak directly to Blaine, so she didn’t address him at all.

Leonard said that she had prepared the food well and she had thirty minutes to clean up. “Do you need to take a shit?” he asked her directly after the dinner. This was another household rule that they hadn’t been following. As Leonard was seldom home, his wife simply went to the bathroom any time she chose. She occasionally asked his permission but never in front of Gail or Blaine.

Her kids also knew about this restriction but had never really thought much about it. They didn’t usually have to ask to use the bathroom, unless their father put them on a restriction. That was always rare for them.

They really didn’t care whether their mom asked their father’s permission or not. She never asked the two of them if she could use the bathroom. It was just another quirky behavior of their parent’s relationship that they knew was different than most marriages.

“No, Master, but I do need to go piss.”

“You have five minutes! Door open, plug in your mouth! Use the kid’s bathroom since we are demonstrating how I expect things to run when you are working.”

Scarlet thanked him and dashed off to her kid’s bathroom. She seemed genuinely thankful for the opportunity. It seemed to Gail that it was all quite silly. She felt that her sister should have been free to use the bathroom at any time, and this was some strange game they were playing to shock her.

It was, however, just part of the family dynamic that Leonard had allowed to become lax in the last few months before Gail and Blaine ever arrived. His wife had voluntarily and lovingly given up many of her autonomous rights in favor of submission to her husband’s authority as head of the household.

“I give Scarlet a shit or piss break every two hours when she is working. She usually asks, but you can proactively ask her if she has to go. If she only has to go pee, then you can give her five to eight minutes. If she has to shit, then you can give her up to fifteen minutes. I make her leave the door open because I don’t trust her not to masturbate. I usually make her suck her butt plug, but you could also allow her to keep it in if she’s only going piss.”

“Don’t you think that is excessive, Leonard?” Gail found the entire idea degrading and humiliating.

“I am getting a little tired of you judging how we live without knowing how we live. There is a lot my wife can stand and do. She’s a lot stronger than you give her credit for. You’ll see more tomorrow when she starts working. It’s enough for now that you trust this is how it is here. She’s always had to ask permission. I just didn’t make her ask in front of you, and I allowed her to use the bathroom in my bedroom.”

Gail noticed that Leonard referred to their room as “His Bedroom” and not “Our Bedroom.” She wondered if that was intentional on his part.

“During the day, you have probably noticed that Scarlet disappeared in the bathroom for a while to play with herself?”

“I never noticed. I didn’t think she wasn’t allowed to go into her room. It was none of my business,” Gail admitted.

“Well, now it is your business. My wife is on a timer. She needs to keep the poop out of her ass. You don’t have to supervise her enemas. That’s a little much. However, I’d prefer she use the kid’s bathroom when she is home and leave the door open. Do you have a problem with any of those rules?”

“I just think it’s a little silly that she has to ask. It’s not like I would tell her she can’t go to the bathroom.”

“You certainly can and should,” Leonard explained that his wife should never take certain privileges for granted. She’ll treasure them more when she has to earn them.

“You should see Mom do the pee-pee dance,” Alex laughed. Gail had no idea what he was talking about.

“Yeah, I’ll show you later. I will make her wait up to fifteen minutes. I don’t want her pipes to burst and spray lemonade all over the floor. I make her hold it. The kids have always called it the Pee-Pee dance. It’s funny watching Scarlet squirm around and dance a jig, waiting for permission to relieve herself.”

“It honestly sounds cruel. Don’t you love your wife?” Gail asked with honest concern in her voice.

Leonard was offended by the question. “It should be obvious by now that I love my wife and my family. That doesn’t mean I don’t discipline them. It doesn’t mean I don’t want the best for them. I have a little fun with my wife’s bladder. She can hold it longer than fifteen minutes. Her role in this house is to serve and earn as a whore. If you don’t believe me, just ask her when she comes back.”

Gail believed him. She frowned, though.

“Obviously, I want you to start maintaining the chore chart as well, Gail. That would be a huge load off my mind. The girls do any sort of carrying, cooking, cleaning, and lawn work. The guys do mechanical stuff, and Alex cleans his own room. I expected you and Blaine to clean your own room, but you can assign that to Scarlet.”

“I thought the chart was unbalanced. You mean to say that girls have it tougher?”

“Girls are stronger, and I expect you and Erica to carry your own weight. If you are going to be a manager, I expect you to delegate menial tasks to the others in the house. That includes your son and Alex. The work is specialized. Alex doesn’t cook. I don’t cook. I wouldn’t expect you or Blaine to cook. Erica can help in the kitchen, but I don’t expect her to cook. Do you want me to continue doing the chore chart?”

“I’ll help with it, Mom,” Blaine offered to be helpful.

“Oh great, you’ll dump everything on me,” Erica muttered.

“If he does, then I’ll figure out that he is being unfair and correct it, Erica. That’s how you learn.”

“Do you have the old charts? I could aggregate what you did before we moved in and then allocate based on the pattern and distribution of duties,” Blaine said. He loved statistics, and this was like a puzzle to him.

Leonard didn’t fully understand what Blaine had just said but found it amusing. “No, we throw old chore charts in the garbage. Just take this week’s chart and move some of the assignments from you and your mom to Erica, Alex, and Scarlet. Show me, and I’ll make corrections. Once I feel comfortable, I will let you do it. If you and your mom can actually double-check to make sure the chores aren’t half-assed and get done, that would be a big help.”

“On it!” Blaine offered.

“Great, Blaine, I will be honest. When you first arrived, I thought you were going to be a pain in the ass. However, I like your attitude, Son. I don’t regret letting you move in here.”

That was the nicest sentiment his Uncle had ever told him. Leonard was being facetious. He was actually quite fond of his nephew, but he liked to have a hard exterior.

Erica picked up on that, and the focus of her jealousy targeted her cousin. After dinner, Scarlet was told she had thirty minutes to tidy up the kitchen and that Leonard was going to inspect the kitchen. He seldom did that, and lately, he hadn’t been doing it at all.

Leonard showed Gail how he expected the kitchen to look after his wife cleaned it. There was to be no dust under the cupboards. There was to be no grease on the stove. He expected all pots and pans to be cleaned, dried, and put away. It wasn’t a very exhaustive inspection.

Gail was a bit of a perfectionist. “What about checking the fridge for expired milk and making sure that the cupboard is organized?” she asked.

Leonard smiled and said that he had made the right choice. “I knew you were a stickler for things like that. I just like to make sure everything I can see is clean. If you want to do more, I am sure Scarlet will appreciate it.”

“Really?” Gail asked her sister.

“Sure, I am game. This will be fun,” Scarlet admitted.

Gail found that hard to believe. Her younger sister had never been very responsible and wasn’t interested in cleaning or domestic chores when she was younger. She was an excellent cook now, and her kitchen was relatively spotless. It could still have been done with some organization, and that intrigued Gail. She needed to hear that Scarlet was okay with this arrangement.

“I just don’t want you to hate me or this to change our relationship as sisters?”

“We’ll always be sisters. I think it will help everyone. I’ll be honest, I suck at marketing myself, and I am a pushover for sob stories, so sometimes I do let guys get a taste without charging them the full price. Master has always worked, and I’ve tried to manage my dates on my own, but lately, I was never really organized. You worked as an office manager, and you could definitely keep me hopping.”

“And you are really okay with doubling how many dates you have in a day?” Gail asked with genuine concern for her sister’s welfare.

“I’ve fucked ten or twenty guys in a day when I first started. I was so busy that I had no time for my family, and the guys were coming over at all hours. My husband decided I’d work mostly while the kids were at school on weekdays. Six will keep me busy. You have been now a couple weeks. You know I mostly watch TV and sit on my ass when I don’t have company over.”

“Okay then, we can try this,” Gail agreed reluctantly. She wasn’t sure she could handle it, but Leonard knew that. He said they would start slow.

“I know tomorrow you can’t double my wife’s appointments over night. That’s going to take a little time. She’s going to sit down with you and go over her contacts. You and Blaine can email them and make them an offer. We’ll run a little sale. You can knock off 20% for people who haven’t come over in a while. Scarlet, you’ve got a list like that, right?”

“No, I never kept track of anything like that. I have a few phone numbers in my phone, and I don’t delete my emails, but I don’t know who I fucked and on what day, Sir.”

That sounded like Scarlet to Gail and Leonard. She was nice but not a very detail-oriented person.

“Can you and Blaine go through all her old emails and scrape out the phone numbers and contacts and approximate when they were here last? If they haven’t been with Scarlet in six months or more, I’d be open to a sale.”

Gail found it difficult to believe that a husband would run a sale on fucking his wife.

“I’ll help, but if I get a legitimate job offer, I will have to decline this work. You guys understand that?” she wanted them to understand.

“Is it going to pay 43,000 cash? That’s without turning tricks, and at a minimum,” Leonard reminded her. “If you do a couple dates, you make a lot more on top of that. All tax-free!”

“I’d rather have benefits and the ability to put this money in my checking account without raising alarms, but I’ll give this a try, Sir.”

Gail was not fully convinced this idea was going to work out. However, she was so flattered by the offer, and had such few options that it sounded like a temporary solution. She didn’t plan to continue turning tricks herself. She didn’t even consider what she did with Harlan to be turning tricks (even though it was).

“That’s all I can ask,” Leonard smiled softly. Gail called him Sir, and it sounded right to him. It sounded right to Gail as well. If she was going to work for him, then she’d obey his rules as long as they were reasonable.