Chapter 10

“I didn’t ASK to masturbate on command, Sir,” she said as she walked up to their house. It was evident that my friend was going to the side gate to enter the backyard while Brodie was going to the front door.

“No, but you asked to have your sexuality controlled and denied. You and Mom both did, and that’s the way the cookie crumbles. Don’t like it? Tough titty,” Brodie promised her.

“I need to go behind the house now and strip, Sir. Is that okay?”

“Yep, dismissed,” he chuckled as he went over to the front door and let himself in. I followed Anna through the carport and into the back gate.

“This is a lot of new rules,” I said.

“You should have seen how many we put on the table, and one of us said no. It was kind of fun. It was almost like a board game. Each of us played our cards to get what we wanted. The problem was that I really didn’t want a lot. I am allowed to keep seeing you, though,” she placed her arms around me and leaned in, and French kissed me in broad daylight in her carport. Her mom’s truck was gone.

I felt that excited tingle shoot through me from the previous night, and my left leg began to shake restlessly. “Relax,” she smiled, and I could smell her sweet breath on my nostrils while she leaned in close to me and held me tight. “My sexuality is kind of regulated now, but I can still do everything we did the other night if we have another sleepover. Mom said I could even go to your house if you want,” she smiled.

“Isn’t it up to Brodie?” I was half-joking.

Anna looked down a little. “It kind of is. I would have to ask his permission too. That’s because he may have plans for us, or Mom may have a date. Brodie doesn’t have to do ANY chores, and that means all the time. He may want me to stay home and serve him snacks. I am sorry about that, Ma’am.”

It was so surreal to be called Ma’am.

“You don’t have to call me Ma’am if nobody is there to hear it,” I told her.

“I kind of do because that’s the rules of the house, and I am a terrible cheater at times, but I really like being a subbie. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can ask Brodie if he is okay with making an exception for you?”

I heard Brodie pound on the wall to indicate he was watching us, and we needed to move. “Oh shit, my brother will get pissed if I am not stripped and at the door. C’mon,” she took my hand and dashed through the gate to the backyard.

Johnson was expecting us. He was clearly waiting on his side of the fence and ready to watch.

“Hello, Sir,” Anna offered him a warm, knowing greeting as if she had expected him to be there.

“I see you brought your friend!”

“Yes, Sir,” she said as she hurried past him to the door.

“You and your mother had quite a day yesterday,” he remarked.

“Yep,” she responded as she began to undress out of her clothing.

“Are you both going to undress?”

“Like we said yesterday, Sir, that’s the new rule for me and my mom,” Anna was disinterested in him. Her tone was curt but polite. She rolled her eyes when he couldn’t see her face.

“I meant your lovely friend,” Mr. Johnson’s inclusion of me made my spine chill.

“That’s up to her, Sir,” she replied. She whispered to me that I didn’t have to strip. “The new rule just applies to me and my mom.”

Anna was already naked except for her panties. She was holding her butt plug in one hand. She placed her thumbs in her panties and took them down while bending over. It seemed like she intentionally faced her ass toward him. It was heavily bruised still – they hadn’t faded very much.

I began to strip too. Mr. Johnson had already seen me, and it felt right to join my friend. Anna held my hand and squeezed it tightly, then took to the ground on her hands and knees. She stuck her tongue out like an excited puppy and scratched the door. Anna’s eyes appeared dull as if she was in a trance as a bimbo, and she patted to be let in.

“Who is it?”

“RUFF!” excitedly, my friend barked. Mr. Johnson laughed at us. I was also fully nude, but now I was conflicted – should I get on the ground and act like a dog, or should I stand there.

“Get out of here, dumb dog. I’ve already got two mutts!”

“Ruff!!” Anna barked excitedly, letting her tongue hang out of her mouth and drip saliva down her chin. I saw Mr. Johnson watching, and I thought perhaps he was using a cell phone to snap pictures of us. It was too late to worry about that.

Brodie went back to the couch and left us standing at the door. I could see him through one of the windows.

Anna seemed frustrated and scratched on the door.

“Nope, you lollygagged in the carport. Why should I hurry to let you in?”

“RUFF! RUFF!” Anna answered excitedly. She whispered, “I have to beg to get in like a house pet. I am not allowed to answer him unless he opens the door and tells me I can speak English.”

That sounded like a new rule too! And a bizarre one.

He left us outside for almost 10 minutes. Anna dutifully barked and scratched every few seconds. It really felt like thirty minutes.

“Maybe your friend should join you, and then Brodie will let you in,” Mr. Johnson was being facetious. At this stage, Anna didn’t even respond to him.

I got down on all fours. Anna looked at me strangely to suggest I definitely didn’t have to do this. I barked with her and scratched.

“Oh, two barking sluts? Is Rachel home? I didn’t hear the truck pull in,” Brodie came over to the door and saw me down on the ground. I stuck my tongue out and let it hang over my lip. The spit dribbled down my chin, and I felt so stupid. He laughed and opened the door slightly.

“I’ll let you both in, but you have to let me call you cunt in the house or backyard,” he said. I nodded. That would be fine.

When he opened the door, I reached for my clothes, but he said that clothes were not to be worn in the house, and Anna left hers outside on a chair on the patio.

“Thank you, Sir,” Anna smiled and begged. “Would you please put me in high protocol? Brodie, Sir? Please? Pretty, pretty please? I want to submit to you this afternoon!”

“You don’t seem all that convincing,” he chuckled and told me to try it. “C’mon cunt, let me hear you beg.”

“Respectfully, Sir, she’s a house guest and not a fully trained submissive,” Anna offered in my defense.

“Fully trained? Is that what you think you are?” Brodie countered and pointed out that she had been doing this for six months, and their mother had been training since before they were born.

“True; I am sorry about that, Sir. The new rules will take a little getting used to, and I am just saying that my friend is a house guest, but I’d love to be kept in high protocol.”

“All night?”

“If that is your wish, Sir,” she didn’t seem all that convincing.

“Why is this rule in place?” he asked.

“Because you felt like you were being annoying by just randomly making us enter high protocol, and so you didn’t feel like doing it. Any time we enter the house, we beg to reinforce the fact that we want to serve so you don’t feel guilty.”

“Yeah, but you make me feel like a heartless dick,” he chuckled. “You can be in low protocol while your friend is here.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she smiled and stood up. She helped me up as she stood. “Can I get you a snack or a drink?” She asked us both politely.

“Grape drank and two Oreos,” Brodie announced with a tone that suggested he enjoyed having that kind of special treatment.

“And you, Ma’am?”

“Just water,” I replied.

“May I have something to drink and eat, Brodie?” she said as she walked into the kitchen.

“Not right now,” he yawned.

“Okay,” she replied.

“Okay? Hmm,” Brodie scrunched his nose in confusion that Anna hadn’t responded like a willing maid.

“We are in low protocol, Sir. The only new rules are I have to address you with respect, no rudeness, no asking you to perform chores, and I have to ask for permission,” she said.

“Yeah, but you can CHOOSE to speak a little more respectfully,” Brodie pointed out that Anna had been crisper in her delivery with me.

“We just started this, and I am still practicing, Sir. I’ll try to do better,” she responded as she went to the fridge.

“There is no try, only do,” Brodie quoted Yoda in the voice of the Star Wars Jedi Master.

Anna frowned.

“Put the Oreos under your flapping tits and bring them to me without the use of your hands,” he ordered.

His older sister balanced the two cookies under her tits and carried two drinks over to where we were.

“Did you put your butt plug back in?”

“No Sir, I have it,” she showed him where she set it on the ground when she came in. “I know you get to tell me to put it in or take it out.”

“How many times did you take it out today at school?”

“Once, sir,” she responded as she bent slightly at the knee, performed a modest curtsy and served him his drink. He removed the cookies from under her tits but did not eat them.

“For what reason?”

Anna went a little pale and indicated that I was there. He knew why, but he wanted to make her say it. “I had to shit, Sir.”

“I’ve never seen two whores shit more times in a day than you and Rachel,” he patted her on the head and held up a cookie to her mouth. She opened her mouth, and he inserted it, and she chewed it. Then he dismissed her, and she brought me my water.

“I am sorry, Sir,” Anna apologized instinctively.

“For what? you can’t help it any more than you can, that sloppy swamp of a fat pussy between your thighs from gushing every time you see your girlfriend.”

“Yes sir, that’s a natural reaction,” she agreed.

“You like my sister’s pussy?” he asked me. He was joking, but it was a mean kind of joke. “It looks like an Arby’s Cheddar melt,” he reached out and touched her clit. She hissed and reluctantly allowed his touch.

“Problem?”

“We didn’t agree to touch my pussy, Sir,” Anna responded rather distantly.

“Yes, we did, and you have a fat cunt, not a pussy. I’ve been correcting you on cunt for over six months now, and that includes slapping, poking, and stretching.”

“True, sorry, but this is not a correction, Sir.”

“What is that dripping bean bag between your thighs called?”

“A fat cunt, Sir.”

“And who does it belong to?”

“Susan, sir,” she said. It sounded so incredible to hear her say my name – and dedicate her vagina to me. I didn’t believe it, though.

“Oh? Does Susan know?”

“No, Sir. I mean, now she does.”

“Do you want my sister’s fat cunt?”

“I don’t know,” I was hesitant. I didn’t mean to hurt Anna’s feelings, and she looked quite vulnerable as she awaited my answer. “I don’t know what that means?”

“So, if a part of you belongs to her, does that mean I can’t punish your sloppy beaver?”

“I guess I don’t mean that she owns me; I am so sorry, Ma’am. I did not mean to put you on the spot,” Anna said. I could tell she wanted to hold me, but she showed restraint.

“I am flattered! That’s something; this is something I never ... I don’t know what to say,” I stammered.

I was never so thankful to hear Rachel’s truck pull up. They stopped talking and putting me on the spot.

“Jumping jacks, let me see you bounce those titties,” he pointed at his sister.