Chapter 6

Once I had my voyeuristic fun with watching and filming ten naked ladies in a circular daisy chain, rimming each other, I put an end to the action ... for now. It was nice to prove, to myself and others, that there were no limits to my power and authority over my concubines, but there was other business that needed handling before I devoted the rest of the day to my own pleasure ... alas.

Now that I was head of the household, I was determined to have an orderly, well-organized home and family. This meant some kind of chain of command or pecking order, or else things might descend into chaos whenever my back was turned. Ten women and/or girls with their jealousies on full display could prove quite destructive to the proper functioning of hearth and home.

“Okay, that was a lot of fun, and we’ll definitely do that ... and other things, again, but let’s get some issues out of the way and lay them to rest. Ladies, you are concubines, all of you. Legally chattel, with no real rights or protections under the law, except as I as your patron, sponsor, or whatever, choose to grant you. So, more accurately, those freedoms or liberties are privileges instead of rights, aren’t they?” I waited for a nod that quickly came, much to my surprise.

I expected more resistance on that point, at least when the full implications were understood. They weren’t just concubines ... they were effectively slaves. The sooner that my women grasped this, the better. Clearly, Mom did, because she led by example in the nodding and cleared her throat in an aggressive manner to encourage the others to accept their fates now that they were truly sealed.

“So, with that settled and understood, just remember that I’m probably a lot nicer than anyone that the State would assign to you. You know that. Your mothers know that. That’s why they encouraged this, so you wouldn’t belong to the same man as them, a man who might well require them to service you and vice versa. Well, there will be mother-daughter sex here, as you can see, just not for you. At least not with your own mothers and each other’s.

“Now, let’s be clear about some house rules. I might add more later, but these will suffice for now. Rule One. Jack’s the Boss. That’s me, in case you missed it. I’m your Master now. I’m your Daddy. I’m your brother. I’m your husband. I’m your lord and sovereign. I’m your king. Period. End of story. My word is law here. The Romans had a word for what I am: paterfamilias. That’s me. I have the patria potestas, the fatherly rights and responsibilities.

“I am essentially a polygamist now, with multiple wives. Sister-wives. That’s how you must think of yourselves now. Fellow slave girls. Sister-wives. Sisters in bondage to me. To reinforce this, you’ll be collared, all of you, sooner or later, with proper ceremony, at least here at home. You’re mine for life now. This is permanent, as you know. There’s no escape. You made a life-altering decision and it will affect you until your dying breath.

“Now, ladies, Rule Two is very simple. Complete and permanent nudity unless granted specific exceptions for limited timeframes. That nudity is both public and private, so you’d best get used to shopping in your birthday suits, wearing nothing but collars and shoes. I researched it. The Clothing Options Clause that was recently added as a codicil to the Household Act permits all conks to be topless, bottomless, or bare-assed naked in public if authorized or commanded to do so by their owners. Face facts: your textile days are behind you. You’re nudists now, like it or not. Relax, you can still take your purses, whatever might be in them, though I’ll inspect them regularly for contraband in the future, as will Mom.

“Which brings us to Rule Three: the pecking order. It goes as follows: I’m in ultimate command, followed by Mom, followed by Jessica, Melissa, Lisa, Wendy, Mary, Sabrina, Carly, Lauren, and then Heather. Sorry, Heather, but you’re literally at the bottom of the heap. I have my reasons and it doesn’t mean that I hate you. It’s simply that your level of slavish devotion or obedience would make it hard for you to discipline as she needs or even issue her commands. I can tell which of you is more aggressive and dominant and it ain’t you, honey. I reserve the right to alter this as I see fit, but for now at least, that’s the hierarchy here in my humble home.

“Let me emphasize something in particular. Don’t try to go over Mom’s head to me. It won’t work. She’s my right hand, my Girl Friday, my head slut. She’s basically my first wife as well as my mother now. I’m the Sheriff here at home and she’s my deputy, capice? She outranks all of you, only answering directly to me. If she gives you an order, follow it! She will have the right to discipline you, within reason, and anytime I think that she’s gone too far, I’ll discuss that with her in private. It’s not for you ladies to complain to me in her presence.

“Why? Because someone needs to be in charge, and whenever I’m busy, that leaves Mom. She’s used to it. The only person who has been promoted over her head is me. No one else. I’ve replaced Dylan as her husband and she has become practically my wife. Well, slave-wife and chief of my harem. I’m now stepfather to my own sisters and that’s just how it has to be. Also, Lauren and Heather, you should think of me as your new father and Mom as your new mother, at least in the sense of acting in loco parentis.

“This standing comes with certain duties and perks, no doubt of that. For instance, Mom gets to share my bed at night, no matter who else joins us, and you’ll each take turns joining us. But I’m not gonna kick Mom out of her own bedroom, her own bed, in the master boudoir, so she’ll share it with me now that I’ve taken up occupancy of it. I’m going to go out of my way to impregnate her as soon as possible, too, so expect to have a brother or sister who is also a nephew or niece.

“Now, this also means that Mom decides the meal plans, the grocery lists, your footwear as well as hers, modes of transportation for you guys, the discipline administered to you whenever I don’t choose that myself, and the sleeping arrangements, albeit subject to my veto. I have final say over all of this, but I choose to deputize and delegate much of it to Mom, given her expertise and experience in such affairs.