Chapter 3

“Where are you going like that?” Pat asked our daughter with an incredulous look on his face.

“To the Café and the pool,” Tiffany replied. She was standing in the living room stark naked wearing only one of my beaded necklaces and a goofy expression. That was completely unexpected – she had NEVER walked around our old house naked. We had told the kids the community was clothing optional – but we never expected them to go out naked. They had expressed no interest when we were back in Minnesota.

Tiffany had seen me naked plenty of times, but I’d never seen my youngest daughter naked since she was much younger. Her breasts were just starting to bud and were extremely puffy. She had a wisp of blonde pubic hair and a very slight pussy. Her body was lithe, and she was impossibly skinny. She stood in front of the others just as bold as you please, with only a white towel draped over her arm and some sunscreen in her hand.

Mike and Steve were giggling and laughing, and Casey rolled her eyes with disgust. Pat seemed caught entirely off guard by his daughter’s willingness to walk out the trailer door butt naked.

“What is the big deal? Mom is naked. No one seems to care about that. They said to go swimming, you have to be naked. Everyone else is going to be nude there as well.”

“Yeah, but you are not old enough,” Pat replied shakily – I’ve seldom seen him at a loss for words like he was right then.

“Mr. Davidson said that there are lots of kids my age there. Are you saying that I can’t go, Daddy?”

“No, I am not saying that,” Pat replied as he chose his words carefully. “I am just saying that you need to be careful. Can you bring your older sister with you for the first time?”

“Fuck that! I am not going anywhere naked,” Casey made that abundantly clear. She and her younger sister looked so much alike in the face. They even both had braces, but they were very different personalities. Casey was stubborn, willful, and sarcastic. Tiffany was bubbly and effervescent, with a free spirit and questioning nature.

“I’ll go with her, Dad,” Steve offered before Mike could. They were both out of their jeans before Pat could tell them that he had changed his mind. I think he was pleasantly surprised that most of his kids had accepted the clothing-optional aspect of where we lived was the new reality. He just didn’t expect any of them to be THAT on board with it that they actually got naked themselves.

“Hey, when in Rome,” Steven shrugged. Casey glared at them like they were betraying her by joining Tiffany. I thought it was a nice sign of solidarity on their part to support her decision.

I was surprised to see that of the two boys, Mike had the biggest wiener. My brothers had big cocks (I used to take baths with them when we were little). I suppose he inherited that trait from his Uncles. Pat has a decent size dick, and it is more than enough for me. However, Mike’s dong had a spectacular girth.

Both boys had thick and curly pubic hair and were athletic. I could see them both getting excited right away.

“Okay, make sure you put on suntan lotion and don’t talk to strangers,” Pat added as the kids got ready for the pool.

“We aren’t eight, Dad!”

Pat took me into his bedroom once they were gone. I crawled behind him at his feet.

It wasn’t MY bedroom we were entering – it was his. I had set up all his furniture, put away all his things, and made his bed. I would only be sleeping with him on occasion. That was going to be new for me. I had a cage in Minnesota as well. That cage was in our bedroom.

Here everything was all new, and I hadn’t had a chance to grow attached to this room as an inner sanctum for privacy. Our bedroom in Minnesota had been my center and where I kept all of my things. The kids were told that I’d be caged and that I’d be available to talk to them while I was caged. I know it sounds profoundly kinky – but I enjoyed the cage. It was my center place, and now more so than ever.

It wasn’t locking me IN. It was locking the rest of the world out. It also felt kind of exciting to be viewed by Master and his friends while I was in the cage – as valuable property to be locked up! I know that sounds strange, and most women wouldn’t be excited to be caged, but I was.

I just didn’t want the kids to freak out. Master had long conversations with them. They really seemed fine with the way things were here. He had done a good job of preparing them before we arrived. It was up to me to reinforce what he said and be a good role model. He wouldn’t have gone forward with moving here if they hadn’t been somewhat open-minded.

I really didn’t have “things” anymore. I was his object – his property now. It felt satisfying and liberating not to have ‘things’ – and to be a precious possession.

Pat ordered me into a kneeling position at his feet and let me pull out his dick and start playing with it. He asked me how I felt about everything so far.

“I love it here, Master,” I replied cheerfully. I was being truthful. I could finally live openly as his slave and not fear the judgment of our neighbors or even our kids. I was excited about the future. There had been moments of awkward embarrassment, but I was adjusting.

“How do you feel about the boys being able to give you permission to remove your butt plug?”

“I am not allowed to remove it on my own when you are not home. I was pleasantly surprised they took it in stride and didn’t freak out, Master.”

“Me too. I never had a problem sharing you with friends before. I did feel a little stingy about this. I wanted to tell them to text me while I am at work.”

I could tell Master was wrestling with just how far things might go. I assured him that we had good kids, and I doubted they would make me wait too long. “Casey might make me do the pee-pee dance for a while before she lets me remove the plug,” I joked.

“The pee-pee dance?”

I imitated someone impatiently dancing around, trying to hold it when they had to use the bathroom but couldn’t find a toilet. Pat laughed pretty heartily and said that might be fun to watch. He stuck his dick in my mouth. I began slurping instinctively and lovingly sucking his cock.

“You are a good slave Jasmine and an even better wife. I am lucky to have you,” he sat back on the bed to enjoy my deep throating.

“You are a fantastic Master. I am lucky to have you, Sir!”

“I was a little miffed about the eternity collar training thing earlier,” he admitted. He normally didn’t talk while I sucked his dick – or if he did, he talked dirty. Master could say some really explicit things when he was in the mood. He went on to explain that he thought that I was well-trained and didn’t need any certification to prove that I was a submissive.

“I am actually excited for the training, Master. There is probably a lot I don’t know,” I admitted truthfully. I also freely admitted I was nervous, but that should have been obvious from my tone.

“I am glad you feel that way. As long as you approach this life with an open mind, you can not go wrong,” he said as he pumped my throat with cum and face-fucked me. I love it rough, and I can take whatever he gives me. I love the adrenaline rush I get from being pushed to the edge and forbidden to cum. “May I cum, Master? May I cum, oh please?” I begged.

“No slut,” he slapped my tits and threw me on the bed with my ass up. He pulled my plug out and stuffed it in my mouth, and took my ass. It was ready for him – the plug training was to make me ready at any time for his cock. He felt so good inside me. I could feel him deep in my guts as he pounded me without concern for my pleasure. I love giving pleasure, and I feel guilty accepting it. It was sublime.

Master knows he can fuck me, and I won’t cum unless I get permission, but it was so hard not to let myself go and get lost in my own orgasm. I was so wet, and I was so close. He finally permitted me to cum after he did, and it was so rewarding to be stimulated this way.

After Master cums inside me, I am expected to squat over a tile surface and then lap it up. The plug went back in my ass immediately. I love the taste of cum – even if it’s been in my dumper. I greedily lapped the cum from the floor.

“Are you going to have a problem eating from the floor all the time?”

At times, I’ve eaten out of a bowl from the floor. We usually don’t do pet play. It’s only at fetish parties, and of course, after anyone cums inside me, they are invited to watch me slurp up their cum.

“All the time, Master?” I asked as I finished rolling my nose in the cum and blowing bubbles playfully with his semen.

“Well, sometimes, we don’t have any groceries yet, and I am hungry. I think we are going to have to visit the café, and they won’t let you sit on the furniture.”

Master pulled me to my feet by grabbing my hair and slapping my butt. He is never abusive when he handles me roughly. He knows I enjoy it and crave his touch. He surprised me by walking back into the living room in the nude. I followed behind him on all fours.

“Oh my god, you too?” Casey’s lips curled down into a scowl when she saw her father in the nude.

“It’s clothing-optional here. I wasn’t going to walk around naked, but your sister and brothers did, so what is the big deal? It’s just skin,” Pat said.

“Just skin? Is that why you forbid me to wear a mini-skirt to school? It was just showing skin!”

“That was in Minneapolis, and it was 68 degrees out. This is a clothing-optional resort – so when in Rome,” Pat explained with a look of mirth spreading on his face. He seemed relaxed now that the other kids were not there and he could be naked in his own living room.

“I’d much rather live in Rome,” Casey stuck her finger down her throat as if she was gagging herself to indicate her lack of interest in this place. I remember saying, “Gag me with a spoon,” when I was her age to, my own mother. I was pretty sassy back then, just like Casey.

“Well, we have no groceries, so if you want to eat, why don’t you come with us and grab a bite?”

“Gross, can’t we go to a fucking Burger King or something?” she replied to her father.

“The closest fast food place is in Tampa, and that’s about twenty-five minutes from here. I am NOT driving twenty-five minutes just for Burger King,” he decided.

“Fine, what about ordering on Door Dash?” Casey held up her phone to indicate she would even order it from the delivery service.

“I doubt Dine and Dash deliver out here,” he laughed. I could only imagine the driver’s face when I opened the door to pick up my food.

“It’s called DOOR DASH, and...” Casey tapped a few things in her phone and groaned because they didn’t service this area. We were in a pretty remote place in Florida. I think that the developers of Dolphin Shores intended to live out in the boondocks where the local county would overlook the community rules.

She sighed and told us she would find something to snack on.

“Suit yourself,” Pat waved. He knew our eldest daughter was stubborn but that she’d eventually come around. Master permitted to walk out the door carrying our white towels. It was hot outside, and I immediately asked him if he wanted me to put suntan lotion on him.

“I’ll be fine,” he smacked my butt playfully and reminded me not to speak unless spoken to. That was a rule of high protocol. I apologized, and we walked in silence for a while. The neighborhood was quiet today – it was quiet there a lot. The few people we saw riding their bikes, or gardening were naked as well.

Some of the women we passed were wearing shiny, stainless steel eternity collars. They waved at us, and I waved back. I felt inferior with just a normal leather collar. I didn’t tell Master how I felt though – because he hadn’t asked.

“Okay, you can speak freely when we are alone. It’s boring with you being silent all the time,” Pat changed his mind as we approached the pool. “I just want to set a good example for the kids and be consistent with the rules,” Pat admitted. I was glad he was being honest. He told me he hadn’t figured everything out quite yet. “I want you to be flexible if I change my mind about things and support me without questioning my logic in front of the kids.”