Chapter 34

I can tell you that the vibe was different with Dana than my mom. I had made my mom do some freaky and humiliating shit over the past few weeks. I always knew that she was ‘my mom’, but I was able to separate our relationship by calling her ‘cum dumpster’.

It was easier to be cruel to my mother in scenes when I thought of her as Vixen – this irresponsible slut that made bad choices and needed to be disciplined. As an example, despite the cringe I felt seeing the thumb tacks in my mother’s buttocks and knowing it must have hurt – I found it intensely arousing.

The only real issues I had was that I wasn’t there to make sure that Mrs. Johnson didn’t go TOO far with my mom. I knew my mom could always refuse an order, but I would have felt better if it was a situation I could control. The other issue was that I wasn’t actually getting any video recording to add content to our website. I had my very authentic video of me checking on her, but I’d rather have the hours of footage of my mom squatting and fetching for our neighbor to post.

Yet, with Dana I had no such boundaries about the level of cruelty that I was willing to inflict upon her. She had been very critical of me, and she acted like she was too good to give me the time of day whenever we talked.

Now that she was my employee and naked, I wanted to inflict the maximum amount of pain on her in the least amount of time.

“What is first Master? brush my tushy and have me sing fartman?” Dana sounded so patronizing and confident. I wanted to knock that knowing smirk off of her face.

“You should have shaved that thick bush before you got over here; no one wants to see sweaty hair covering your sweaty piss flaps, cunt! I expect you to be ready to train from now on. Let’s get you shaved, clean and then we’ll start inspecting your body to show you off to your friends on the Only Fan’s site.”

“I don’t give a shit what they think about me. The opinions of some rando porn hounds mean nothing to me,” Dana replied curtly.

“Wrong answer, Bitch!” I grabbed her hair and tried to lead her on all fours to the bathroom where we could get the supplies. “You are here to learn courtesy and obedience to your betters! You’ll learn to take pleasure in their attention and concern yourself with how they perceive you!”

I was trying to find something to call her that got a reaction from her. As an acknowledged feminist I was hoping for cunt, bitch, or slut would make her cringe and her asshole would pucker because she had to answer to it. Instead, it seemed to embolden her more and make her more defiant.

“I know you are roleplaying, but for the record I really do not give a shit,” she insisted.

I cut the camera.

“Okay, cunt – look, I don’t care what you REALLY believe. You are an actress, right?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes, what?”

“You aren’t filming!” she insisted.

I smacked her across the face. I thought I may have gone too far. I slapped my mom’s cute face all of the time. However, this was Dana, and she wasn’t happy. “Assume we are filming at all times. You are living the role.”

“Okay, like method acting. I get it. It’s not easy to just try to find my motivation because the premise is absurd. I don’t give a shit about these people or any of this training, and you aren’t really my master. It’s different for your mom because he really believes it,” Dana seemed to be pleading with me to cut her some slack.

I realized that Dana believed that my relationship with my mom wasn’t “just for the camera” and lately it hadn’t been. I really didn’t know how much of it was make-believe and how much of it was real anymore. Mom had just remained in the role night and day, and I had grown into being her Master even when we didn’t film.

“Where is she anyway?”

“None of your concern, but if you must know, she is cleaning the neighbor’s trailer and learning to be polite. This isn’t just about sex.”

“It’s about money to me. I also didn’t stipulate this, but I do expect to use condoms, even with you.”

I was pleased that she assumed that she’d have sex with me. However, I played it off like I didn’t want to waste my time fucking her. “I don’t want to put my dick in your crab hole, but I will if it helps sell the video. You said you would do whatever my mom does, right?”

“Yes, but Vixen practices safe sex in her videos.”

I noticed she addressed my mom as Vixen. I’d seen several people on the Only Fans forum call her that lately. I’ve also seen them call her Cum Dumpster, CD, Loretta but “Jerry’s Mom” was probably the most common of all the names. It was “her” site but as far as the regulars were concerned it was my site and my mom was just featured on it.

“She also eats the cum, just like you are going to do when you wash up in the video when you rub the spunk all over your asshole and pussy!”

“Disgusting! With condoms from men, I didn’t even have sex with?”

She seemed to believe that I was using fake cum in the condoms. I didn’t want to tell her this, but that was actually a great idea. We used so much cum in our scenes lately that we were running out and the people watching might not be any wiser about it.

“It has to be authentic,” I didn’t want to give her credit for giving me a possible option to consider about using faux semen in some of the scenes. “Dana, why are you wasting my time? You said you wanted to shoot content and you would perform as my mother does. Now, you are all of a sudden setting conditions.”

“As a sex worker, I should not be coerced.” she started to preach to me about her rights and feelings. I cut her off.

“To be a sex worker, you have to HAVE sex. If you want to bitch and moan, then you’ll do it with a cock in your asshole. Get on my dick,” I pointed to my jeans. My mom would have torn my pants off and sat on my dick without hesitation.

“I did not get a chance to use the restroom, and I’ve never actually had anal sex before,” she admitted nervously.

“You are afraid you’ll get brown-eye on my dick?” I laughed sadistically.

“No, I am afraid you won’t like that very much, and neither will your viewers.”

“I am the director and the master. I decide what we film,” I assured her. “That being said, I am going to let you take a shit and clean up and then we’ll start filming your shaving scene. If that’s alright with you premadonna movie star highness?”

“I am sorry, I am just nervous, Jerry.”

“You need to call me Master or Sir, today. I want you to be in the role whether we are filming or not.”

She sat down on the toilet in the bathroom when we got there and said she understood but it was all so new to her – and that she was having trouble getting into the character.

“Get your ass off that toilet! You haven’t earned the right to take a dump like a person!” I demanded.

Dana stood up, and I punched her in the stomach – right in the solar plexus. She bent over and groaned. “Do I have your attention? You’ll get fucked as much as you get hurt today. Crawl behind me, and you can shit on the front lawn like the dog face bitch that you are. If you want to put your clothes on and go home to mommy and daddy, you can call Starbucks and beg for a job as a barista.”

“Bastard,” she grunted and sucked in some air as she steadied herself. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled behind my wheelchair as I led her outside.

“I don’t want to go to jail for indecent exposure, Master,” she insisted.

“I don’t want you to keep bitching and moaning, either” I insisted in the same tone she had just used. “Vixen does this all the time. You won’t go to jail. You can squat and take a crap like a dog, or do you think it’s too humiliation, Miss Andry?”

“Don’t call me Miss Andry, please,” she responded curtly but politely.

“Why?”

“I’d rather the people on the page not know my username.”

“Why are you on my Only Fans? You clearly aren’t a porn-hound like all the other regulars. What interests you about it?”

“I was fascinated when I met you guys at the novelty store. I had been thinking about doing sex-work, but the only sex worker jobs in this town are working at a titty bar or as a prostitute.”

“Yeah, and you hate men and are largely unpleasant so unless they can slap the shit out of you, most people aren’t going to want to put up with your personality even if you fuck like a porn star.”

“Not very nice,” she groaned. “I like your creativity and your mom’s willingness to soak up whatever you make her do. I admit that I enjoy debating with some of your regular users. Many of them have right wing political viewpoints and I am sure I’ll never change their minds about women’s rights or social issues, but I can’t resist the opportunity to have an intelligent debate.”

“More like you argue about politics and stir up shit on a site that is for porn,” I reminded her as I opened the door and checked to make sure no one was outside. It was broad daylight, but it was quiet, and no one was around.

“You hate free speech?” she asked derisively.

“I am a businessman, Miss Andry. Did you ever consider that your arguments and off-topic rants and screeds might scare off paying customers and that impacts my bottom line.”

“Sorry Sir, and please do not call me Miss Andry,” this time, her tone was far more urgent. I realized that I had hit upon the perfect name for her. She expected me to call her bitch and cunt and she only dug her heels deeper in feminism. Dana was uncomfortable when I called her by the screen name, she used to identify herself online.

I made her squat so that I could angle the camera to film her drop a turd out of her ass with her legs apart. Her black hairy bush was like a Brillo pad that covered her pussy, and she seemed proud of it. Her underarm patch matched her pussy hair.

“There are better forums that were intended to debate those topics. You can keep doing it though – but I am going to call you Miss Andry today because that is the name of the feature. Now grunt big for Master.”

She actually blushed and hesitate. “Vixen can do it. Show these porn hounds that you don’t care what they think of you.”

“It’s just a normal bodily function. Everyone does it – my doing it is no different than anyone else,” she told herself as she pushed a greenish clay-like turd out of her butt. It was soft and swung a little as it dropped on the ground. She scrunched her nose in disgust.

“Say hello to Badger Portal” I said.

She waved hello to the camera and said his name. She looked so embarrassed.

“You can do better than that Miss Andry. Tell him that you hope he enjoys watching you shit like a dog and that you hope he feels he got his money worth for the subscription.”

Dana (now Andry) groaned and grunted a little uncomfortably. She told me that I had already said it.

“say it in your own words; I want you to greet all of the regulars by name. Let them know how much you appreciate them”

“Badgerportal, I hope that this makes your dick hard – even though it is something everyone does even you,” she scrunched her nose and began to piss on the grass. The yellow stream allowed me to see where her pussy lips were in her bush.

“You must get piss all in that afro between your legs!” I laughed. “Okay, say something to EKG,” I mentioned one of the first members of our Only Fans. He was the guy that encouraged me because he is in a wheelchair as well.

“EKG, you are a sick, twisted fucker, but I agree with you on many social issues,” she said.

“That’s not very nice. You will learn to do better.

“Can I have a different character, Master?”

“Clearly, you want to be the director because you are a control freak. I thought we established that I am the director, Miss Andry.”