Chapter 8

Pat wasn’t home yet. The boys treated Bambi like she was a celebrity to be invited on a tour of the house. They forgot to remove the handcuffs from both of us. At least, I assumed they had forgotten we were permitted to remove them when we got home.

Bambi and I walked home with our hands cuffed behind our backs. I didn’t want to seem rude and demand to have them off early, and since Bambi didn’t say anything – I didn’t either.

I followed my sons around with my hands behind my back as they showed Bambi their room. The boys had to share now with each other. The girls did too.

Casey didn’t want Bambi in her room. She looked at Bambi with disgust. “It’s my room too, and I’d love to show it to you!” Tiffany showed off her BTS (a boy band) posters and all her flowery and unicorn decorations. Bambi looked upon them politely and nodded.

“What is your room at your house like?” Steve asked Bambi.

“I live in a barn, constantly cuffed, gagged, and bound,” Bambi replied with a straight face.

The boys were stunned into silence. Casey was about to say something snarky about Bambi being a barnyard animal when Tiffany began to giggle. Bambi giggled as well. She was obviously kidding just to get their reaction. “I don’t have anything quite so elaborate. I share a bedroom with my two older sisters.”

The boys looked disappointed. Bambi smiled and mentioned that there was a communal cage in the kitchen for the girls. “Whenever we misbehave, or Dad needs some quiet time, we go in the cage. It’s a good chance to meditate and sort of zone out – no distractions,” Bambi admitted.

Casey rolled her eyes, and Tiffany seemed perplexed. I do not think either of them would have liked it if Pat put them in the cage. I could understand Bambi’s point, though. There were times when being in a cage, you have nothing but total silence and time to really think. There are other times I question why I voluntarily got in the cage because it is cramped and humiliating. I know as a submissive, though, it is expected of me.

“Wow, your Dad sounds like a real asshole,” Casey added.

“You can say what you want about me, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t put down my father, Miss,” Bambi asked politely. I could tell Bambi was struggling to remain passive. She was still a teenage girl, after all – and a very pretty one at that.

Casey was going to say something snarky, but when she saw the others were glaring at her – she thought better of it. Casey could be blunt and sassy, but she knew there was a line to cross, and making fun of her, Bambi’s Dad probably was on the other side of that line that she shouldn’t cross.

Tiffany proudly showed off my cage to Bambi. Bambi looked impressed and said it looked roomy. It was barely big enough for me to remain on all fours and look straight ahead. I assumed she was just teasing.

Bambi offered to help me prepare dinner for the family while my boys fawned over her and asked her questions. Tiffany seemed genuinely interested in becoming Bambi’s friend even though she wasn’t nearly as mature as Bambi. Casey sat at the kitchen table and interjected snark, but she also hung on to every word.

Bambi periodically explained a particular type of Shibari knot, and the boys went and got some of their father’s rope so she could demonstrate. I was never the kind of parental authority figure that told the kids what to do. I always asked them politely and reminded them of their father’s rules. I felt less equipped than ever to remind them not to touch their father’s things, but I did.

“You are one of my father’s things, and he let us walk you all the way home,” Steven joked.

That was true – I didn’t argue that point. Bambi provided the others a lesson in how to bind her hands behind her back and tie off her midsection. “These are single-column ties. They are the building blocks of everything else,” she explained.

We still wore the rope bindings around our tits that Pepper had attached before we got home.

She allowed Steven, Mike, and Tiffany to take turns binding her up, removing the rope, and then tying it again around her perfect tits. She didn’t say anything about my son groping her nipples. Bambi acted like it was perfectly understandable, even though they were obviously trying to cop a feel.

I felt awkward just standing there watching this scene play out.

Bambi smiled and didn’t say anything when the boys’ accidentally’ brushed her nipples, butt cheeks, or her tight tummy muscles with her hand. “It’s okay; you can’t make an omelet if you don’t break some eggs,” she finally said when Tiffany appeared reluctant to run the rope between Bambi’s legs. She was wearing a chastity belt, but the rope was going to need to be threaded through the legs.

We have grilled holes in the front for pee and a tiny little poop hole lined up with our assholes. The rope rested in the groove of the center of the chastity belt.

“She just wants you to play with her clit,” Casey snickered and added. “The boys can’t find it with that metal can locked on her ass.”

“I would love to have my clit played with, but that isn’t possible, Ma’am. I am just showing them how to properly tie knots, Ma’am. Watch,” Bambi wiggled and shimmied, and with very little effort, she shook off the elaborate red ropes that were binding her. “If they are going to learn something, they may as well learn them correctly.”

It was at that moment that my husband walked into the house. He harumphed. “Why is your mother still in handcuffs? Did you lose the key?” He asked.

Steven and Mike blushed a little. Casey and Tiffany snickered when Pat asked the question.

Bambi introduced herself politely and took the blame. “I am sorry, Sir. I probably distracted them.”

My husband noticed how stunning Bambi looked, but he was discreet enough not to let his eyes linger. “I said you could walk your mom home from her sessions. I didn’t say you could have a party in here or leave her tied up.”

“It’s not a party, Dad,” Steve explained. He said that Bambi was just teaching them how to tie proper knots.

My husband brightened a little. I knew he was uncomfortable about the kids being exposed to so much, but he also wanted them to accept the way things were here. I am sure he was also secretly proud of his son for bringing home a pretty girl.

“I attend sessions with your wife, Sir. We were just demonstrating what we learned today,” Bambi offered. Bambi offered politely but confidently. I was envious of how Bambi was able to blend the two things. It felt like it was either or with me.

Pat told the boys to uncuff us, but he didn’t ask them to unbind our tits or remove the rope harness from Bambi’s waist.

“Thank you, Sir,” Bambi bent at the knee and curtsied politely when my son removed her cuff. I felt obliged to do the same. He seemed more embarrassed than I was but my sudden gracious gesture.

Pat seemed a little uncomfortable. Bambi’s perky tits were extremely hard, and even though she had them on her.

“How come you aren’t showing them what you learned?” Pat glared at me. I think he was unprepared for the pretty teenager to be offering her naked body like a training dummy in his kitchen.

I was preparing dinner, but I didn’t want to sound defensive. “I am sorry, Master...” I was about to explain that the boys hadn’t asked me and that I was waiting for him. Pat had never instructed me how to handle things when he was not home for an extended period.

“That’s my fault, Sir. I offered to show them what I learned today. My Dad knows all of this because he was one of the sitting members on the board when they came up with the training curriculum, and my sisters have all been through it. There isn’t anything I can teach them,” she mused.

“What about your Mom?” Pat asked.

“My mom doesn’t live with us,” Bambi offered. There was something about her tone that suggested she left it vague intentionally.

“As long as you do not mind showing the others what you learned, I guess that it is fine,” Pat was about to add something else, but he thought better of it.

Pat seemed disappointed in me that I didn’t demonstrate the Shibari techniques. I was the one doing most of the cooking, and the boys seemed far more interested in her than me.

“I don’t mind at all; I was just worried that I was, uh, making your sons uncomfortable?” Bambi looked down at the bulges in Mike and Steve’s pants. They blushed and looked away.

“Gross,” Casey and Tiffany scrunched their noses and pointed.

“Okay, enough,” Pat told his sons to go take care of themselves. I thought I saw Bambi sigh as if she wished she had the opportunity to play with their dicks. “I hope I do not make you uncomfortable either, Master Pat?”

“Master Pat? My Dad is just called Dad!” Casey became defensive.

Pat smiled and said that Master Pat would be fine, but he would prefer she call him Pat or Sir. “She knows I am your Mom’s Master, and she is addressing me by my proper title.

“Yes, Sir,” Bambi affirmed with a twinkle in her eye.

Pat never did tell her whether he was uncomfortable around her or not.

I served the family dinner and waited on them with her. Pat even offered to let her join the family and sit at the table, but she refused, saying that she would prefer to eat when I did.

“So, you want to be someone’s slave one day?” Pat asked as he ate his salad.

“I want to earn my collar and demonstrate I understand submission properly, Sir,” Bambi replied.

“And you were willing to cut off all your hair and wear a chastity belt for a week to do that?”

“I’m giving up more than a little hair and a chance to have things shoved up my cunt and ass, Sir,” Bambi replied earnestly, but with a twinkle in her eye that suggested she knew he was aware those were just the obvious signs of her training. “But those things are really just temporary inconveniences. I can orgasm again in a week, and my hair will eventually grow back just the way it was.”

Pat looked down at her, surprised that such a comparatively young girl could see things in such terms. Before he could repeat his question or remind her that she hadn’t actually answered him yet, Bambi finished her thought.

“What I’m gaining from the experience is worth that and so much more. Having an eternity collar is a reward for completing something that not everyone can, and a lot never even get the opportunity to try. I think of the poor housewives who can only dream of getting the opportunity I’ve been presented with, Sir.”

“Most people don’t want the opportunity either,” Pat laughed. “So, what makes you different from most people?”

Bambi thought about her answer for a few moments. I was sure she probably knew it well already, but sometimes expressing things in words is more difficult than just ‘knowing.’

“Each of the last two days, I’ve been told over and over what a worthless cunt I am, but those are just words, not meant how they sound. They’re said to test me, to try and make me believe they’re true.”

“Which part of that isn’t true?” Casey smirked.

“Neither part, ma’am,” Bambi said, looking up at Casey, who chose not to meet her eyes. “I am worthless until I’ve earned an eternity collar by completing the training. I’ve already learned that no matter how hard I’ve tried up to now, it’s been nothing compared to this training. It’s providing way more value to me than the cost. As for being a cunt, I’m that and an ass and a throat, too. I love sex, and I don’t need to deny it like a lot of women feel they have to.”

“Dad’s never called Mom a worthless cunt,” Tiffany interjected.

Bambi looked to Tiffany, nodded, and smiled, then turned her gaze back to Pat.

“I know you don’t think Jasmine is a worthless cunt. You know she has a strength few can match. Like I’m sure those words do to her, they strengthen me and ensure I’m doing this for the right reasons. Worthless cunts would never consider putting in the work we’re putting in, and a worthless cunt certainly wouldn’t complete the training. I’m just so glad I’m getting to do this training with such a great bunch of cunts, Sir.”

“Even Karen,” it slipped out before I knew I’d said anything.

“ESPECIALLY Karen,” Bambi agreed and nodded to reinforce her opinion.

“Would a worthless cunt really allow herself to be treated like that? To spend the whole night tied up outside without giving up and crawling away in shame? She’s the most honest cunt there, admitting when something is new and hard and not just bearing it because she thinks she has to. She’s only been a submissive for six months. I’ve grown up around all this. She’s to be admired for her courage above some others like me, who this comes easily to.”

“But why don’t you just want a normal life? One where you can make your own decisions and do what you want?” Casey asked, sounding frustrated.

“I could ask what’s normal, ma’am,” Bambi looked back at Casey, the word ma’am rolling off her tongue easily, even though she is the same age as my daughter.

“To me, being naked IS normal. To submit IS normal. Being likable and kind, and generous is normal. I decided a long time ago that it’s not a challenge to be normal. What’s challenging is to succeed in something ‘normal’ people could never do, ma’am.”

I saw Casey scrunch her lips as if trying to think of a way to poke holes in Bambi’s statements but eventually shrug her shoulders and sigh in acceptance. “Whatever floats your boat, I guess,” she admitted.

Steve and Mike chose that moment to return, Mike holding an empty drinking glass clutched in his hand. Steve looked like he was preparing to witness a trainwreck, equal parts nervous and excited to see what was about to happen.

“Where do you want this, Dad?” He asked Pat, holding up the glass to show about an inch of creamy white liquid in the bottom. Everyone immediately knew what they were looking at.

“Eewwww,” Casey said the moment she laid eyes on the contents of the glass.

“Is that for me?” Bambi asked, gushing enthusiastically as if she really couldn’t wait to taste Steve’s sperm.

“What the hell, Steven,” Pat replied, eyeing his son.

Steve just shrugged and replied, “Bambi seemed excited at the idea of a cum dressing, and you did tell me to take care of my boner. It was either that or spit in her food the way we’re supposed to.”

“I never said you HAVE to spit in your mother’s food, Steven.” I could hear the frustration in Master’s voice, but there was an element of admiration that Steve was adapting so quickly. At least, that’s what it sounded like to me.

“Go ahead and set it on the counter. Jasmine can share it evenly between both bowls.”