Chapter 7

The following day at 6 a.m my husband woke me up. I was so happy to see him. We didn’t sleep together any longer and I missed cuddling. It was all worth it though. He was happy that I was crated like his pet and I was thrilled I got to live out a fantasy.

I ate gruel with HIS spit in it on the ground at his feet. I’d been practicing all week at lunch eating that way. I wasn’t sure if Master intended to adopt all of the practices we were learning. Now I knew!

I thought about telling him about my encounter with Tiffany the night before. She had trusted me with a secret, and if I spoiled things and told him, she may never do that again. I was frustrated – that I couldn’t do it and already feeling pretty horny in the chastity belt.

“I’ve got something to ask you, and it’s fine if you don’t want to do it,” Pat asked.

“Anything, Master” I smiled up at my husband – my love for him knew no bounds. I reminded him I would deny him anything if it was in my power to do.

“I’ve got to pick up someone from the airport for my new job and meet with him at 5 P.M. I can’t be there to escort you home at the end of the day. I have asked Steve and Mike to come escort you home.”

“That would be fine, Sir,” I admitted. Karen looked really glum when her husband wasn’t there to pick her up on time. My husband handcuffed me and put a leash on my neck, and escorted me to the community center.

We didn’t talk all that much. He reminded me that I was still their mother. “You don’t have discipline authority over them, but I don’t want you to feel like you are their property. You are my property, Jasmine,” he reminded me as he embraced me and uncuffed my hands. I told him how much I loved him and walked up to the community center.

Karen was bound to a post. She was sitting on a wooden stake in the ground that was obviously in her pussy and ass, and she looked miserable – as if it had rained on her all night. Anyone could have come and played with her tits. Her breastbone was against the pole, and her tits were bound to either side. She had rubber bands wrapped tightly around each breast that made them swollen.

Karen wore the chastity belt, but that wouldn’t have protected her from someone touching her ass. She scowled at us. She sniveled and looked bitter, but she was stubbornly insistent on continuing the training program.

Pepper was arriving just as we did. She explained that Karen’s husband asked them to keep her overnight because she had an unsatisfactory performance the day before.

“I did everything that cunt, did,” Karen motioned to me with a sour-jealous expression on her face. Master regarded her like a train wreck and shook his head in disgust.

“You may have, but your attitude was not in the right place. Are you ready to come down and try again today?” Pepper asked patiently.

“Yes, Mistress, I’ll do better, I promise,” Karen was a mess of nerves and cries.

“Would you leave me here if my performance is unsatisfactory, Master?”

“You might like that too much,” Master goosed me playfully and kissed me. He told me that I would never perform poorly, so it was a moot point anyway. He was somewhat anal-retentive, though, and he told Pepper that she could keep me overnight if I behaved the same way.

Pepper made him sign a permission slip to leave me overnight (If my performance was unsatisfactory). I assumed I would be in agony and bound just like Karen. I vowed not to let that happen.

As I waited for him to finish, Bambi walked to class unescorted. The young girl’s hands were firmly behind her back, and she wore only her chastity belt and collar. She looked incredibly demure, with her head completely shaved. She had a confidence about her that I didn’t have. She wasn’t cocky, but she was self-assured. I suppose being young and hot, that may come naturally to her. She seemed comfortable enough in her element to walk unescorted to her training.

I wondered where her father was and how he truly felt about his daughter taking this class. If he was worried, I’d assume he’d come with her to see that no one stops her on the way to class. There were severe penalties for being late – even expulsion.

I was surprised no one escorted Bambi to class. I suppose with the chastity belt, there was not a lot people could do to her on Grove Street anyway – but I got the impression Bambi wasn’t afraid to walk on Grove Street with or without the chastity belt.

It was fast approaching 6:30 a.m and Tawny was the final student to arrive. I was shocked to see her son marching her and her daughter Dawn in a procession. They both wore matching leather harnesses, including leather bits in their mouths. Tawny’s huge tits were bouncing freely, and she had the number 269 from the previous day stamped in dark stencil on her tit – as if she was proud of her weight.

She and her daughter high-stepped the entire way and seemed very proud of themselves. I was shocked that her daughter was completely nude except for the leather harness and collar she wore. “She is younger than Tiffany,” I whispered to Master.

“That girl? She looks twenty years old!” Pat sighed as he watched the mother and daughter march up to the community center. The son was using a crop to keep them in place. “Is that the one Steve likes?”

“Yes, Master!”. We had seen them a few times hanging out. I had never had a close look at her. She was tall, lanky, and had big saggy boobs that hung down.

“Sorry we are late, Mistress,” Tawny apologized profusely when her son removed her gag. She began to remove her leather harness.

“You are just on time, Tawny. I am impressed. Did you pony step the entire way here?” Pepper asked.

“Yes, Ma’am, with my daughter and son. My family was so impressed with what you taught me that they paraded me around the block several times last night.”

“I am impressed your daughter joined you,” Pepper looked at Dawn hungrily. She was a cute girl with an exotic complexion. It was obvious she was mixed-race when you looked at her closely. However, she more closely resembled her mother than her father.

“Mr. Davidson said that the worst thing we can do is do something in front of our kids and then tell them they can’t do it. Dawn was curious, and now her curiosity is satisfied. Are you going to let Jacob march you home like a pony, Dawn?”

“Do you want to, Sir?” Dawn asked her brother as if she didn’t mind either way.

“I don’t mind,” Jacob answered. He was the boy who stood up for me on one of my first days and then played with me on my way to the grocery store.

“I take it we are going to see you in an eternity collar class soon?” Mistress Pepper licked her lips as she spoke to Dawn. Dawn blushed and looked at her feet without answering. Tawny was the extrovert in the family. I felt like Dawn probably was when she wasn’t around new people. She had certainly seemed gregarious and laughed a lot at the pool when she was hanging out with my son.

“I see you have 269 on your tits again today – stamped nice and big. What is that all about?” Pepper asked.

“I did the homework and told my family all about what we did. My husband was so impressed with the training that he stamped 269 on my tits. I am committed now to losing weight. He said that in thirty days, whatever is written on my tits will be my new slave number, and I’ll get that number tattooed permanently.”

“Do you want to be 269?” Pepper asked as she raised an eyebrow. I could tell her respect for Tawny was increasing. Mine was too. She came across as an air-headed bimbo that loved cock, but she was definitely a natural subbie. She was also far more open around her family than I was with mine. I was envious of how they all seemed to accept the more taboo aspects of BDSM. I wondered how her husband processed Dawn being marched down to the community center or if he even knew she was here.

I wondered what Pat thought about the fact that Dawn was marching with her mother – or if he even questioned how other people raise their kids. I didn’t want to ask him right there. It might be overheard by Tawny and Dawn. I hated gossip anyway, and technically, what they did was none of my business.

“No, Ma’am, I don’t want to be a fat-fuck named 269. I want to be a hot fuck named 169,” Tawny preened.

“Well, we have a lot of work to do. Say your goodbyes to your loved ones,” Pepper announced. My husband embraced me and told me I would do fantastic today. “I am going to do one better than just a tattoo when you finish. I am going to take your wedding ring and turn it into a piercing for your clit.”

“Thank you, Master!” I swooned. I told him that Bambi had come to class unescorted and if Steve and Mike were busy, they didn’t have to get me. “I’ll even stay voluntarily overnight if that is easier for everyone,” I promised.

Pat put his finger over my mouth and hushed me. “Mike and Steve will be here to escort you home,” he assured me with confidence.

That day we followed the same early schedule of enemas, exercises, and affirmation beatings that we did the day before. However, we focused on bondage. I was no stranger to being tied up. However, I learned a great deal that day about being put into small spaces and tightly bound. I also learned to be on display while I am bound – instead of struggling or worrying about my comfort. Karen was actually a natural at that. She was placed in wooden stocks, and she hung her head in shame but spread her legs and ass so that she was exposed and vulnerable.

We took the chastity belts off at the start of class. We had butt plugs up our asses most of the day. They had several different sizes and types – even ones with holes in the center so that someone could see deep inside of our guts if they wanted to look. We also tried on different collars. Mistress Pepper said the only collar that mattered was the final one. She even attached one made of barbed wire to my neck – and yes, it pinched my skin!

I remember Tawny saying, “Oh, thank God, I was starting to miss being plugged. I like steel around my neck and up my ass!”

“You don’t really like having things shoved up your butt, do you? It’s just something we have to do to please our Masters,” Karen asked. She was squinting from the pain but offering herself up just like the rest of us.

I wasn’t sure I liked having a plug shoved up my ass roughly. However, I had grown quite used to wearing the butt plug. I knew it wasn’t always going to be about what I “enjoyed,” but suffice it to say that I was willing to get used to it.

I told Karen that with the chastity belts on, I felt strangely exposed. “My bare asshole is visible around my kids. They can see it through the hole in the back of the Chastity belt. The cool air is touching it. I guess I was starting to feel comfortable plugged, and now I am exposed,” I admitted.

The other girls understood, but Karen rolled her eyes like we were crazy.

That evening when my sons came to escort me home, they asked me what I learned that day. My homework was to tell my Master, but the prior evening is extended to the whole family. “I learned so much, Sir,” I said as I stood in the wait position waiting for Mike and Steve in the community center.

Their jaws dropped when they saw Bambi. She grinned at them at winked. I was sure she was used to being ogled. Dawn and Jacob were there waiting for their mother. “Hey, Dawn,” Steve greeted Dawn awkwardly.

“Hi, Sir,” Dawn brightened. She didn’t appear self-conscious about being naked in front of my sons. I suppose that made sense since they swam together all the time at the pool. The difference was this time, her hands were cuffed behind her back, and she wore bells clipped to her fat nipples. Dawn’s skin tone was amber, and she had kinky blonde-brown hair that made her look very exotic. She was also a big girl – large hips and broad shoulders. Unlike her brother though, she had curves in all the right places. It would be easier to assume she was a fully adult woman.

It was obvious she was being walked in a procession with her mother. “You walking like a pony?” Steve asked awkwardly.

“Yes, Sir!” Dawn had a funny expression on her face that suggested she wanted to say, “What gave it away? My whinnying and high-stepping with my mother?”

“That’s so cool,” Steve wasn’t exactly a master of words quite yet.

“Yeah, it’s neat. My mom showed me last night, and I volunteered to come with her to school. I didn’t know Jacob was going to be such a stick up my butt,” She glared at her older brother.

The big lad shrugged as if he had no choice. “Walking Mom has to be done right. If you are going to come with us, then you have to walk right, or you get a stick LITERALLY up your fat butt.”

Dawn didn’t argue with her brother. Instead, she looked mischievously over at Steve. She seemed to be waiting for him to come to her to defend herself or to say something witty.

My son Steve blanched a little and remained awkwardly quiet. I don’t know if he was nervous about talking to her while I was there or if he just didn’t know how to be confident and flirt with a girl who obviously liked him. I don’t know if my younger son Mike was just naïve or over-confident or a little bit of both. However, he called out to Bambi.

Bambi was at least two years older than him, and she was obviously way out of his league. She had a body built for speed and a model’s face. Instead of blowing him off, she spun on her heel and asked, “Yes, Sir?”

I suppose Bambi had to do what they told her since it was Grove Street and we were collared. However, she was extra nice and gracious about it and didn’t seem at all impatient with my son for stopping her. Technically, I had to do what they told me as well. That was stipulated in the rules of the homeowner’s association, and I signed a consent form.

I could see that Mike hadn’t thought his next words out very carefully. I don’t think he expected to get that far with her. Steve was already elbowing him not to talk to the pretty girl. I think he was concerned that she’d think they were both dweebs. “Uh, would you like us to walk you home?”

“I’d love that! Are you going to walk us in a pony procession, Sir?” Bambi approached us. My son’s seemed contented to walk me home the way I had been brought to school – with my hands cuffed behind my back but no special walking or rules. I didn’t expect them to agree, but then they probably wanted to impress the teenage beauty that had just agreed to come home with us.

I explained to the boys the general rules of the pony procession as I understood them. Pepper was more than willing to donate some rope to tie Bambi’s hands behind her back. I was already cuffed in the handcuffs my husband had me wear to class. “I have some extra rope. I can tie their tits nice and tight as well,” Mistress asked. The boys didn’t argue.

Pepper even had to ride crops they could borrow. They hadn’t thought to bring anything to spank me with. They had seen me cropped many times but had never dared do anything like that to me. She made sure the knots around my tits and mid-section were nice and tight as well.

We learned a lot about Shibari (Japanese Rope Bondage) today in class. The entire class was focused on bondage and ways to immobilize and confine a slave. I was familiar with it from conventions. It was a very beautiful and decorative form of rope bondage that was also quite practical. The more you struggle, the tighter the ropes get. They are designed for form and function and don’t’ easily come loose. Pepper wrapped rope tightly around the base of our tits and then ran the rope through our legs and behind our back – so that any time we walked, we would be rubbing rope against our labia and tugging our tits. It was very uncomfortable, but I did not complain.

Karen had complained today. I remember when she was told to put her head in a bucket, and Master Tucker filled it in with dirt and gravel. She cussed and whined that she couldn’t breathe. They made all of us experience the sensation of being buried alive. In the first exercise, they buried our heads and left our bodies out – so that nothing could be done to us. Then they buried us neck-deep in sand. We (the slaves) had to do all the digging, and they left just our faces out. It was difficult and made me feel claustrophobic, but like Tawny and Bambi, I endured an hour with only my face sticking out of the dirt as creepy crawlies ran across my nose and Tucker teased me. Karen had made a stink about it – so she was stuck spending the night tied outside again.

I explained that to Steve and Mike when they asked why Karen looked so sad and lost as she stood outside waiting for us to depart so she could be tied up. My sons were in awe that we went through that experience. They asked us to tell them about our day as we marched away. I marched next to Bambi as my son held a rope that bound her and me together and ensured we kept the same pace.

I was excited to tell the boys about my day. It was part of my homework to go over what I had learned. However, I suspected that they wanted to hear from Bambi more than they did me when the first few things I said to them about rope and metal bondage failed to connect. I tried to explain how the different textures, such as cold metal and heavy, well-oiled wood made the experience different even when bound the same way.

“You know, we literally could make you do ANYTHING we wanted because we are on Grove Street,” Steve said. I thought he was interested in Dawn. Dawn was at least twenty paces behind us, walking with her mother though out of earshot.

“Yes, you LITERALLY could, Sir,” Bambi smiled invitingly. She was not afraid that my sons might make her do something sexual in the middle of the street. We were both wearing Chastity belts, so they would only be able to finger her butthole or make her use their mouth on them. I didn’t want to intercede and tell them they can’t do that – technically, they could have used me the same way.

“Is that why you agreed to let us walk you like a pony? Because you have to do whatever we tell you?” Mike asked.

“No, Sir, I agreed because I wanted you to walk me home. My sister and I used to do pony walks all the time. We have the harnesses and a sulky at home to pull passengers, but she has been so busy lately that she never has time. It’s fun; I enjoy it,” Bambi answered brightly.

“Do you and your sister get it on?” Steve asked in a blunt and devious way. Even Mike seemed embarrassed that his older brother had just asked an inappropriate question – and suggested that she and her sister were incestuous. The playful way that Tawny and her daughter were whipped and bound together suggested that they played together, but there was nothing really sexual about it. They hadn’t kissed or embraced. I would have been mortified if Mike or Steve had come right out and asked Tawny if she went down on her daughter.

“Yeah, all the time, Sir,” Bambi answered innocently enough as if there was no taboo involved.

“My brother means do you and your sister have sex? Like go down on each other,” Mike clarified his brother’s embarrassing question. I was the one blushing.

“Yeah, I know what he means, Sir. Do you mind using that crop for more than fanning the air? I’ve been out of step. If you notice when I step left and your mom steps right, then it is time for a correction.”