Chapter 11

My wife said that I didn’t like anal. I was surprised that she reached that conclusion. Her theory was that I must find it disgusting since I had never tried it with her. I told her that was far from the truth. I regretted not having been more adventurous with her in bed.

If I am being completely candid with myself, I was afraid that if I brought it up, she would tell me no and be disgusted with me. I had always thought of anal as something sluts do and not MY wife.

“We should have talked about fantasies a long time ago,” my wife slipped the locking butt plug into her anus and waited for me to lock it. I added the key to my key ring.

“I already feel like I need to go poop,” she said as she wiggled her bare ass and adjusted to having the chastity belt on.

“It’s pressing on your sphincter muscles and making you feel that way. It’s part of the punishment part of things; soon, you’ll start to get horny, and the realization that you can’t touch yourself is going to drive you crazy,” Heather smiled knowingly.

“I’ve been married for twenty years, and I had more sex in the past week with Mike than I had in the last year. I am used to not getting any,” she adjusted the belt playfully.

I slapped my wife’s ass quite seriously. “You are supposed to behave and talk politely!”

“Then make me. The way you and Heather described this relationship, it sounded like you were here, Master, and she was your willing slave!”

“I am nobody’s slave,” Heather explained. “Daddy was punishing me for my foibles and rudeness, but I have free will.”

“You can’t play with yourself if you want,” Karen countered.

“I chose to let my daddy lock me in the chastity belt for my own good. I could always refuse and face whatever consequences came with it. A slave has no choices. She is a robot,” my daughter replied.

“You cunts are going to be trained to CHOOSE to be polite, speak truthfully when spoken to, be considerate of other people, and defer to me. Is that understood?” I grabbed both of them by their necks and shook them a little.

They both nodded their agreement. “This is what you want, Karen?”

“I want to be a good role model for Heather, and I take responsibility for the brat that she turned out to be. Can you tell the kids that it was your idea? What you wanted? And that I agreed that it was for the best if I accept the same rules?”

Jeremy was listening to our conversation. He was amused and bored. There wasn’t a lot going on this Saturday afternoon. I didn’t want to involve him in our negotiations – because that is what this was. We were negotiating a new relationship and dynamic in our family now.

“I am more inclined to stick with the truth, it is a lot easier that way,” I explained.

“Don’t preach to me about the truth, Mike. You didn’t tell me about this for a week, and only because your daughter had the audacity to shake her ass around the house. You would have kept this all a secret. I am just ASKING you to make it seem like this was your idea and that I agreed with it.”

It was important for my wife, and she was being a little temperamental about it. I didn’t see why it was so essential that it be my idea. I didn’t like how easy it was for Karen to get uppity with me and demanding.

“If it’s going to be MY idea, then the only time that you change MODES is when I decide, and right now, you are acting like you are in demanding cunt MODE,” I replied sternly.

“I am sorry, Mike. This morning I had no idea we’d be standing in a sex-toy shop with our tits hanging out and talking about this. It’s all new to me, and I am just having a little cold feet and second thoughts, is all. If it’s YOUR idea, then I can feel less like I rushed into this without thinking and forced you to put me in a chastity belt.”

“We already BOUGHT the chastity belt, and I have the key, so there is no going back now, Karen. It doesn’t matter whose idea it was to me. If it matters to you, and it’s my idea, then I am not letting you have cold feet or second thoughts. You are doing this because I am telling you to do it.”

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Heather admired what I said.

Karen nodded approval and said, “You watched me suck cock after cock. There is no going back to normal after that, either, Mike. We can discuss the new rules when we get home. I trust you to make the right decisions. Just be patient with me. I am kind of freaking out. I suppose I’ll have to fully shave my pubes now like Heather?”

“That would be advisable in the chastity belt,” Jeremy interrupted and pointed out that scraggly hairs tended to catch on the metal bits and chafe.

“You’ll shave your dirty fat cunt because it will be easier to spank and for me to see,” I added firmly.

My wife ran her hands up her nipples and closed her eyes. “This is like a weird dream. If this was a story, no one would believe it was really happening,” she mused. I smacked her tits and told her not to touch herself.

“This is not about your sexual pleasure while you are being punished, Karen. You are here to teach good values to your slut of a daughter. You will teach her to please others and be helpful, considerate, and not lazy, and you will accept humiliation and physical punishment for your part in raising her to be such a shallow cunt. Do you understand?”

“Is that what you really want, Mike?” she asked.

I couldn’t believe she was asking me after all of this. There was no returning that chastity belt now that she had the plug up her ass. Karen clearly wanted to hear it from me again, though.

“That is what YOU need, and I am going to provide. That part is not up for negotiation,” I insisted.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” she sighed a breath of relief, and we paid for the chastity belt. Customers coming into the store smiled and ogled the women as they stood at the cash register naked. My wife’s chastity belt did very little to hide her nakedness.

“Technically, if I had a bikini top, could I wear this to the beach or the pool?” she giggled that I may not have to get her a bikini after all.

“You guys need bikinis? I have a shit-ton of thongs and microkinis, some wicked weasels, all on clearance over by the lingerie,” Jeremy said. We had not even noticed the gaudy clearance area where the swimsuits were.

There were impossibly high heels that were obviously for strippers, fuzzy thongs made of see-through netting that were so flimsy they’d fall apart if you looked at them too closely, and a whole collection of swimsuits. Some of the suits were even more outrageous than the one Heather wore at home.

The swimsuits and stripper outfits (some of what I bought could easily be used as both) were inexpensive and flimsy as hell. I loved Karen’s reaction to some of the tinier ones. Her eyes grew wide as she tried to imagine herself in it. “I have a mom bod. I hope I don’t sag out of this one,” she laughed.

“Don’t worry, Mom, we can use a little tape to keep you from popping out,” Heather chuckled. I liked the banter between the girls. I wanted them to be respectful, but I didn’t want them to be silent fuck dolls just following me around and saying yes to everything.

Jeremy didn’t allow the girls to try the suits on. “No returns once they’ve been exposed to the crotch.”

Karen’s pussy was dripping wet, even with the chastity belt preventing her from touching her slit. Her entire pussy was covered by the metal slat in the front, but the belt couldn’t’ stop the dripping around her thighs.

“Can I have a dildo?” my wife asked after they picked out some suits that they thought fit them.

“You don’t have any sex toys?” I asked. We had a lot of sexless nights before tonight. I assumed she had a toy to keep her company.

“I have a little one,” she smirked and blushed. She was standing in a store with her tits out, in a chastity belt, and she blushed when she had to admit she owned a dildo.

“You can share some of your daughter’s toys. I keep them locked up! I paid for them anyway, even though I thought the money was for something else,” I said.

“Technically, WE paid for them,” Karen wasn’t arguing. She pursed her lips and snickered.

“That’s one of the rules for Heather. I control her bank account, and she has to beg to spend any money. I am in charge of the budget. If you want a dildo, you beg for it, and I decide.”

“I don’t have to beg you to pay the light bill or the rent, right?” Karen asked if she’d still be in charge of making sure the bills get paid.

“We’ll sit down and go over a budget together, and I’ll make the decisions of what gets paid when it gets paid, and you will ASK for any EXTRAS or LUXURIES. If it’s a bill, then it is getting paid, you dumb bitch.”

Karen seethed a little from the statement but didn’t argue.

Jeremy said he wished that his wife was as cool as mine. “My wife is a cunt, that needs punishment.”

“Yeah, mine too!” he chuckled in agreement.

I told the girls to dress, and we said our goodbyes. I didn’t make Karen put the maid outfit and pig nose back on. I let her put on her original shorts and top from earlier. I briefly considered making her wear a swimsuit at home, but I wanted her to keep the chastity belt on for a while.

The club next door was called “The Booby Trap.”The building looked like the exterior hadn’t been cleaned in years. In the daylight, it wasn’t very attractive. It was painted powder purple with pink highlights. The sign outside said “99 girls and 1 ugly one” on the marquee.

“Can we check it out?” Karen asked politely. She was uncomfortably fidgeting with the chastity belt under her shorts. I smacked her hand away.

“You are going to find out how it feels to have your sex controlled, monitored, and owned. I did not buy that belt, so you could play it with it like a toy. If Heather has to wear one, then so do you!”

“I am so shocked that you want this, Mike. I like this side of you,” she cooed as I pulled into the club parking lot.

There weren’t many cars outside. It was barely noon on Saturday afternoon. I knew enough about strip clubs to know they barely got started at that time. When we went inside, there was no cover charge. There was a girl dancing on stage to Nickelback.

I say Dancing, but she wasn’t really dancing. She had long, stringy hair and looked like she’d be at home at a Harley motorcycle rally. She was about my wife’s age, and she was completely naked. Her legs were spread into a V shape above her head, and she was lying on her back on stage facing the lone customer who was sitting there looking into her open pussy.

He wasn’t tipping. They weren’t talking. She was just sitting on display while he looked into her pussy and asshole. The waitress came out from behind the bar to greet us. “Are you guys looking for a job?”

“They might be,” I spoke for our group.

“I am Ray-Ann, the dayshift manager, waitress, and bartender,” she introduced herself. She had short blonde hair and a southern accent. Ray-Ann seemed friendly enough.

“I am Mike, and this is my wife Karen and my daughter Heather,” I introduced them.

“Oh, we’ve had a couple mother-daughter teams before. Do you dance together?” she seemed excited and not at all surprised that the girls were related. They looked a lot alike – almost like Heather was a younger version of Karen with incredible tits.

“They might,” I looked around to indicate how dead the place was. There didn’t seem to be a lot of point in the girls going on stage.

“You probably want to come back and meet the night shift manager. I can put you to work now if you are interested in a dayshift? No payout for the first week.”

“Payout?” I asked.

“You girls look like you danced before. You know the ropes? 35-dollar payout for dayshift. We waive that if you get a champagne dance or seven drinks.”

“We get to drink on the job? I might need that,” Karen laughed.

“The girls get paid 35 dollars for dayshift?” I asked for clarification.

“No, silly,” Ray-Ann thought I was kidding. She thought my wife and daughter were pros already. “Each girl pays 35 to the house. At night it’s 75, and on Friday and Saturday nights, it’s a hundred. You keep the tips. Dances are 10 dollars for full contact on the floor, and 20 dollars for the VIP area. The customers have to buy a wristband to go back there, but they pay once, and they can use it all day. The champagne room is 200 dollars for an hour. You get a hundred, and the house gets a hundred. You do one Champagne room, and your house fees are waived during the day. I take care of my girls.”

It was all quite complicated.

The day shift dancers were supposed to be ready to be on the floor by noon, but apparently, almost none of them showed up until 2pm. They had to pay out the same amount if they were late or on time. “I don’t charge a late fee, but that’s up to each manager.”

Ray-Ann said that at night the shift started until 7pm and could go as long as they wanted. “We usually stay open until after 2am because we don’t have a liquor license, and when the other bars clear out, guys come here looking to see a little T&A.”

All the while that we spoke, the girl on stage absent-mindedly stroked her pussy, and looked at her face in the mirror. She was pretty once, but even with makeup, the lines in her face were clear. She hadn’t aged all that well. The dancer seemed to have no shame about spreading her asshole and pussy for this guy. He kept putting his nose close to her vagina like he was trying to inhale her.

“How many customers do you get during the day on average?”

“We get a lot of regulars who come for certain girls and drop a few hundred a week. It isn’t about quantity on the day shift. It’s about quality, but I’d say about 30-50. We also get a steady stream of regulars that do nothing but look like this asshole,” she pointed to the customer staring at the vagina. “Don’t worry, he’s like a zombie. He is going to zone out and stare all day. He never tips.”

“Why does she show him her pussy, then?” I asked.

“That’s Mona. Her old man is the DJ. If she doesn’t spread, I guess he’d kick her ass. Don’t worry, though. If you go on stage and nobody is tipping, I don’t care if you keep your top on for the entire song. On the night shift, girls are supposed to drop their tops on the first song and nude on the second. We are pretty laid back here on dayshift.”

I wasn’t sure if the dayshift was for us – or if I even wanted the girls to work here. My final question was how much the girls could generally make.

“That depends,” Ray-Ann leaned akimbo on her hip and quipped, “How much do they plan to put up their noses?”

“None,” I said.

“I guess three hundred a day during the day shift is about average, some days less, some days more. Night shift, I don’t know. I’ve heard as much as a thousand.” Ray-Ann pointed to my daughter and said she could probably pull that, and while she’d love to have her, she’d probably be happier on the night shift.

It smelled of cheap perfume and cigarettes in there. There was an artificial quality to the air that made it feel like the darkened room really wasn’t truly clean. The place seemed so lonely and depressing. I couldn’t see the upside to the girls working at the club. “I’ve seen enough,” I sighed.

“Are we coming back tonight?” Heather asked enthusiastically as we left.