Chapter 3

It was a frosty December in Oklahoma that winter. Olivia and I were both dressed warm and had walked for miles in the snow. I hoped this would be worth it as I removed my coat and gloves.

Olivia stood nervously in the foyer of her house before me. She had only removed her coat and gloves too. The house was decorated for Christmas, much like our own. They didn’t have dildos, paddles, and duct tape lying around, but otherwise, it was pretty much just like our house.

“What are you waiting for? Get naked,” I insisted.

“I just thought you were going to give me instructions or something,” Olivia seemed discouraged when I blithely told her to strip at her front door. She knew it was coming, but she wanted me to say the words.

“Why do you need to be told? You know the rules,” I asked.

“Those are the rules at your house. This is my house,” Olivia was fidgeting nervously with her blouse.

“You need to pretend this is my house. We are practicing to make you a compliant party favor, and you are getting naked all wrong,” I stopped her. Olivia seemed confused that there was a particular order to things. I told her that sluts remove their bottoms first so that everyone has ample access to see their cunts and asses. Then they remove their tops. “You need skin to win,” I said.

Olivia asked me what that meant as she unbuttoned her tight jeans and started shimmying out of it.

It was just something my mother frequently said. She worked as a stripper, and she said she makes more tips showing ass than she did hiding it. “You need to commit to your role as a party favor. Show me everything, Olivia!”

“Some things are better left a secret,” Olivia mused as she stepped out of her jeans. She was wearing panties, but they were soaked, and she still had that massive hairy muff.

“You will have to be completely honest and open yourself up. There are no secrets from my father. You are going to also have to shave that fur burger between your legs,” I insisted.

Olivia looked hurt, but she didn’t refuse me. I made it very clear that I was the doctor here, and I was prescribing medicine. This was a bitter pill she needed to swallow if she wanted my help. Oliver could either take my treatment fully, or she sees another doctor. “Why didn’t you ask my older brother to train you?” I asked as I enjoyed watching Olivia nervously strip in her living room for me.

“I dunno,” Olivia didn’t return my gaze. It was starting to become clear to me that Olivia had a tell. Anytime she was lying or didn’t want to admit the truth she looked away or blinked rapidly.

“I think it is because you didn’t think you could control Billy or set the boundaries,” I theorized.

Olivia admitted that it was because Billy was in the same grade as she was, and she would feel awkward around him. She didn’t know me as well, and somehow that made this more comfortable for her.

I chuckled and began teaching Olivia the various one-word commands we use around the house. They are the basics like heel, fetch, crawl, suck, table, and beg. Olivia’s smirk grew as I explained each humiliating pose to her and made her assume the position. I’d kick her knees wider and adjust her body without any thought of her modesty.

I made her walk with her head back, chin up, tits out and ass swaying. Olivia laughed when she realized that she had seen Joy do that at school and assumed she was just a show-off who was strutting around like a total slut.

“If my sister is permitted to walk on two legs, we expect her to put some effort into it and put on a good show. Now, let me show you how to crawl so that I can see your full cunt and asshole,” I added.

“Jake, I am not comfortable showing you my butthole. You keep making me pose in these humiliating positions, and you want me to spread my cheeks. I don’t mind shaving my pussy for the party and letting you look at it. I don’t mind if you grab my butt or look at it. I really don’t feel comfortable showing you my actual butthole,” she blushed.

“Party favors have three holes, mouth, cunt, and asshole,” I touched her lips, her pussy, and then poked her ass hole between her butt cheeks. Olivia jumped when I touched her asshole.

“I thought this was about consent. Can’t I just bring two holes to the party?” Olivia scrunched her nose in disgust.

“Party favors have three holes, mouth, cunt, and asshole,” I repeated, and this time when I tried to touch Olivia’s asshole, she flinched away from my finger. “Do you want to be a party favor, Olivia?”

“I do, but I poop from there. It’s disgusting,” Olivia was clearly not taking the training seriously.

I held up my phone and took some pictures. “Bend over and let me take a picture of that asshole. I want to show it to you,” I said.

“No,” Olivia insisted.

I told her we were done before we began and wished her a good day. I was ready to leave.

“Wait, okay,” Olivia bent over and held her ass cheeks apart in the inspection position. I made her pull them apart even further to properly expose herself. I took several pictures.

“Gross, it looks like a fuzzy caterpillar is resting on a piece of chewed bubblegum,” Olivia appeared disgusted when I presented her with the photos from her iPhone.

“You are going to shave it smooth,” I assured her.

“How?” Olivia seemed puzzled how she could even reach behind her. My sisters and Mom shave each other. I told her I would help her and get her shaved.

“Fine, but do not knick me!” She insisted I take extra care with her body. I had intended to be cautious and I frowned when she suggested I’d be reckless with a razor blade.

She took me into her parents bathroom. There we found her mother’s razors, and I began to shave her all over in the tub. I took my time and made her hold her cunt flaps open while we talked. I’d never actually shaved my sisters or Mom before, but I had seen them do it plenty of times. I presented myself like I had done this a million times before, and it seemed to calm Olivia.

“What kind of last name is Munn, anyway?” I asked casually. She moved here last year and I didn’t know much about Olivia.

“It’s English,” Olivia said. I thought she was Korean. She told me her father was Irish-English descent and her mother was Chinese and Vietnamese. “I guess I am a mutt,” she grinned.

“I thought you were Korean,” I chuckled.

“I get that all the time. Anytime I go to a Chinese restaurant, or something people think I speak the language. It’s kind of annoying,” she laughed.

Olivia had luxuriously straight black hair that she kept in a bun. I let that down and let it fall around her shoulders while I admired her body. I noticed she had adorable freckles dotting her nose as I was washing her. “Why do you cover these with makeup,” I asked.

“There are some things about women that need to remain a mystery,” she admitted. I could tell she was just self-conscious about them.

“I like them. I want you to stop covering them with makeup from now on,” I said.

“All the time? Like even at school?” Olivia asked.

I snapped some pictures. “It would be a real shame if your parents saw these photos because you were afraid to let people see your natural beauty,” I smirked.

Olivia didn’t seem offended. She seemed excited, and I could tell she was turned on and aroused.

“I am not going to fuck you today, though, Master. We won’t have time for that. You are just going to teach me to be a good party favor,” she changed the subject. It was the first time she called me Master. “May I call you, Master?”

“I thought you were afraid I’d make you say that at school?” I asked as I finished shaving her armpits and washed away the stray dark hairs.

“Not at school, but it may help me to take you seriously if I stop thinking of you as Jake. I don’t know how Joy and Holly take you seriously as an authority figure. I’d never be able to do what James told me,” she said.

I knew James. He was Olivia’s brother, and he was about my age. I asked where he was.

“James is at Football practice. This is not about him,” she insisted we focus on her training. I wondered how he’d react to knowing I was doing this with his sister in the bathtub. I’d have no problem with James’s finger fucking my sisters, but most brothers are very over-protective. I didn’t want my ass kicked.

I began to play with Olivia’s body. I fingered her and began to tease her nipples to get her hot.

“Master, I told you I don’t want to have sex,” Olivia started getting breathless and hot. She was impressed that I had any foreplay game at all. She was obviously not a virgin, but she wasn’t a total slut like my sister either. “We won’t have time for that. Please teach me to be a party favor,” she insisted politely.

She had a passing understanding of submissive behavior. She knew she was supposed to be polite. I assumed she picked it up from a movie or some of the cultural norms everyone is led to believe about submissives. My Mom and sisters actually joke a lot. The girls of my house are always respectful to us. They aren’t robots or deep into the speech protocol aspect of service.