Chapter 16

That night we had already had dinner and we didn’t need to do any more chores. We went upstairs with our Master, and he fucked the shit out of my sister while I made out with her. We went through our normal trance routine, and he told us how well we did.

“I’ve given you more autonomy, and you did really well tonight at the family meeting. You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t really want to be doing this with me. You could have easily refused. I did not make you choose to accept the deal. I didn’t want to prepare you for what I’d say because I was testing you. If Mom had refused to accept my suggestions, I would have been okay with that. I expected her to reject all of them and hoped she would only accept a few. You will need to be creative when dealing with Danny.”

Scotty spent a lot of time focused on affirming that we would not tell Danny we are hypnotized. I wasn’t going to tell him anyway. It was embarrassing! I wanted Danny to think this was all just a funny joke.

He also ensured that despite our perverted desires, we would not try to get him to punish us harshly. “It’s important for mom to see that things are done fairly, and while you would love to have the snot slapped out of you – that is not Danny’s job. That is mine.”

We cleaned up, shaved and went to bed safe in the knowledge that at 5 AM we’d see him again bright and early. My sister and I slept together in the same bed as we usually did and made love with each other. I don’t think either of us were remotely worried about the work that we signed up to do around the house.

Despite the promise of hard work, I didn’t see it as drudgery. I had this sense of optimism and excitement that what we were doing was going to be a fun game to play. It was like Dad’s metaphor for Monopoly – except that Scotty, Bethany and I were really playing an entirely different version of the game under the table while everyone thought we were playing the one out in the open.

It was sneaky and perverted – but fun and exciting. I knew my sister felt the same way. I loved how things were going and I felt like no matter if I won or lost the Monopoly game on the top of the table – I’d have fun playing.

Over the next two days we followed the plan exactly as Scotty outlined it. We started behaving ourselves around the house and Mom liked that. We worked hard and the house was spotless. School work improved. We addressed our teachers with respect, and nobody seemed to care or if they didn’t – we didn’t notice.

Matt didn’t seem to mind. At home, we wore bikinis around the house. They weren’t super skimpy, but they did show off a lot of skin. At night after our chores, Scotty played with us, applied a maintenance beating to me and to my sister (at her request), and we had devious perversions.

We never had to stand around idly in the living room or the porch. We never had time, just like Scotty promised.

We stood while the family ate and waited on them hand and foot. Matt and Danny teased us a little about doing curtsy and sometimes we even would – but in a sort of joking way. It wasn’t tense and jokes helped defuse how strange it seemed at first.

We stood in the kitchen and ate leftovers when they were done. It was humiliating but it gave my sister and I a chance to talk. We talked about intentionally getting in trouble to get punished but we didn’t need to do that.

Danny was eager to see if we’d really follow through with it. The first time he told me to “Suck Soap” everybody laughed, and I turned beet red. He took a picture of my face and said it was priceless. It was gross and not very fun. I would say that between me and my sister, we both ‘sucked soap’ (in our mouths) at least two times a night in the common areas of the house for something we said.

We stood in the corner at least four times each. There is a period when you are standing there that you feel intensely silly. You think “I could be doing something else. Why am I doing this? Why did I agree to this?”

You have a lot of time to think.

You also wonder who is looking at your butt. I knew Danny took some pictures of us standing in our bikinis while we pushed our noses into the corner. These were all legit punishments though. We didn’t intentionally get in trouble.

The rest of my family obviously thought we were off our rockers, and that we’d be quitting this soon for a variety of reasons. However, even after two days, I think everyone was starting to get used to this new arrangement.

Everyone started calling us Tiggy and Bunny. Scotty kept reinforcing that and the others just picked it up naturally. Our triggers were modified so that it made us feel like we were supposed to submit, work hard and that we had done something wrong every time we hear those names.

It was hard for my parents to really argue with the results and since we seemed to take it all seriously – they let the boys manage the details. Scotty set the tone. He didn’t bark orders or bully. That wasn’t his nature. He remained calm just like he did when he applied trances to us. It helped give the perception that he wasn’t letting the power get to his head and that he was being helpful.

He also convinced my parents that he was helping with some chores – especially washing dishes. He fingered our pussies in the kitchen while we worked. There was always a chance someone would walk in, but nobody did. My mom was the only likely person who might come to the kitchen after dinner, and she had no reason to do so since it was spotless. The fact that it COULD happen only heightened the adrenalin rush.

Danny’s leadership was brasher, and he had little patience. I think he tempered that because Mom noticed that Scotty was a more effective leader with better results and that created a little jealousy in Danny. I didn’t know that at the time though.

Danny didn’t intentionally give us shit, but he did tease us and call us Tiggy and Bunny. It drove me crazy because Master modified it so that trigger word made me feel like I was in trouble and needed to be punished. It resulted in me feeling more submissive and not challenging Danny’s authority.

I was fairly well convinced that I was hypnotized at this point, and I was okay with it. I was ready to remain like this for the duration of high school. I didn’t think much further out than that – but I was ready to consider whatever Scotty had planned for us after we graduated.

I am not trying to gloss over the details here. A lot happened, but it was all relatively mundane and drama free. The moment that changed was on Saturday morning, when I heard these words:

“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?”

I cracked my eyes open, and at first it did not register. I thought I was in a dream. I had so many vivid dreams. Many of which I was a damsel in distress being carried off to the Spanish Inquisition style torture rack of an evil Lord, or my body was being ravaged by Pirates on the high seas of the Spanish Main. I was bound like a mermaid figurehead to the bow of the ship, my exposed naked torso and face were thrust into the water with the rise and fall of the sea. Salt air bit into my face and blew my hair. I was locked into a sort of wooden stock, so that I was bent over, and my backside was available to any sailor that wanted to take me from behind.

I also had fantasies rooted in reality. I imagined myself at the mall again, covered in cum and satisfying three or four men at a time, next to my sister behind the dumpsters. Men were paying to choke us, and at one point I was hung by my tits and beaten with a baseball bat like a Piñata – it was glorious.

I didn’t have the consequences of a broken and bruised body, just the memory of a sordid fantasy and intense sleeping orgasm that soaked the bed.

I wasn’t lashed to the deck of a Pirate Frigate on the high seas. Yet, a wave of cold ocean water slapped me in the face and that woke me up immediately. At first, it didn’t register what had happened. It took a moment for me to realize that Master was actually waking me up with the cold water as he promised if I overslept.

“Thank you, Sir!” I popped out of bed and offered him a warm greeting. He soaked my sister’s bed, and I wasn’t sure that was going to be good for the mattress. She sat up next to me – still naked as well, except she wasn’t smiling.

“Danny? What the hell?”

DANNY!? I checked the thesaurus. There is no word for what I want to express here. I need a word in the English language for when you are so terrified that you want to simultaneously shit, scream, pack your bags and flee the country and at the same time you are frozen with terror so that you cannot move. Your auditory senses diminish, and you get a sort of tunnel vision. I had never experienced this emotion.

I’ve learned to savor danger. That was controlled danger. I flirted with total strangers, seduced them and fucked them for money at the mall. I would have been thrilled if one had tried to choke me with his dick or treat me roughly. That was dangerous. I am a big girl, and I won’t break and even so – I knew I had my sister and brother nearby.

I was turned on that I’d be getting time outs and serving at dinner. I love to submit, and I don’t feel like I am being “forced” because I am hypnotized – even if I am. I stopped worrying about it and just allowed myself to enjoy the pleasure I get from giving of myself. It’s been really nice.

Yet, this – this was world-changingly bad news. The one thing that Scotty pounded into us last night over and over was DO NOT tell Danny that we are being hypnotized. I don’t think any of us imagined he would come into our room and catch us.

We’ve been doing naughty things in our room, and Danny and Matt could have walked in at any time. The risk of getting caught made it exciting – even though it was a pretty low risk. On the rare times, anyone besides Scotty visited our room they always knocked.

I would have apparently bit Danny and Matt’s head off in the old days if they didn’t knock, and they’ve shown no interest in checking up on us. Danny had explicitly said he didn’t want to wake us up.

“Why are you guys in the same bed?” Danny flicked the light on.

“Why are you in our bedroom, Sir? It’s 4 in the friggin’ morning!” I noticed the alarm clock. We had it set for 5 minutes before 5 am so that we’d be ready for our Master. I made no attempt to hide my body. It was too late for that anyway.

Danny didn’t ogle us, but he certainly noticed our pussies were bald, and that we were snuggling when he woke us up. He explained he thought he’d do Scotty a favor and check on us early. At the time, I did not realize he was actually a little jealous of our relationship. Scotty sometimes made us do early morning calisthenics in the backyard completely nude or jog a lap around the housing community we lived in wearing a thong.

We had thong bikinis and even microkinis – we just didn’t wear them around the family.

He wondered why we were sharing a bed and sleeping in the nude.

“If Scotty has to dump water on us, we didn’t want to ruin BOTH beds, and get our nightgowns wet,” we lied. The mattress was going to mildew if we didn’t dry it.

I know Danny isn’t an idiot, but I think he would have bought that lie just given how committed we’ve been to follow his instructions, despite both of us having a history of being stubbornly lazy (apparently) and only doing the bare minimum to satisfy the chore wheel requirements.

However, he noticed our nose rings. I had mine flipped down and fully extended after some animal training the night before. I was a Pig. My sister had been a dog and she was wearing a dog’s collar. I also had a huge dildo in my ass, and it was extended like a pig’s tail sticking out part way (but he couldn’t see that because of how I was laying on my side).

“I get it now!” Danny exclaimed.

“I don’t think you do, Sir,” my sister giggled a little. We both looked at each other, and again – we made no attempt to hide our nudity. I did not think we could have if we wanted to. Master had been pretty clear that we didn’t mind being seen naked in our own room and we found clothing to be unnecessary obstructions. The reasons we were like this – were way too complicated for him to get from just a dog collar and a gold-colored nose rings.

“Yeah, when you went to the mall with Scotty! That’s when this all began! I get it now,” Danny glared at us accusingly. We were soaking wet and confused. I was cold and shivering a little.