Chapter 14

Surprised and thankful that my mother gave me permission to join the Fox family for dinner, I was elated. I wanted to text my brother to find out what had happened. At the same time, this didn’t feel like something you text about. It would be too easy to misunderstand intentions.

The girls were in low protocol, but the rules had progressed to the point where even in low protocol, they still had to adhere to rules at home. Once the air had cleared, the first thing that Brodie wanted the girls to do was get their butt plugs out.

Anna had left her butt plug on the patio. Her mother had worn hers all day and had to take it out and suck it clean like a cock while lying face down on the carpet.

Once he was satisfied it was clean, Brodie made the girls squat over the plugs and sit down on them to force them up their asses without the use of their hands to do anything more than hold their butt cheeks apart.

“Does it hurt doing it that way?”

“Do you want to try Miss Susan?” Rachel offered politely.

I was nervous and wondering.

“I may have a smaller plug in my toy chest. I want you to see my room before we go, Ma’am. I think you’ll be proud of me,” she said.

I agreed and went into her room with her. There was still a mountain of bric-a-brac, collectibles, candles, magazines, crystals, new age books, craft items, and electric massagers. She had sponges, hot rock kits, all sorts of stuff designed for home healthcare.

However, she had tidied it up, removed all the clothes from the floor, and clearly vacuumed.

“Oh crap, I haven’t had a chance to clean your room, Sir!” Anna realized in a panic.

“Can I make a request?” Rachel interjected. “Can we suspend the sirs and miss and ma’am for one night? I agreed to the rule, but it feels so artificial at times. Can we just express respect in our tone and be casual? I think if we all agree to that, it should be fine.”

“Does that go for calling you Rachel or Butt face?” Brodie snickered.

“No, you can still do that if you want. You can call me Mom or Bob or Johnson, just don’t call me late for dinner.”

“Actually, the girls had a new rule they wanted to run past you,” Brodie said.

Rachel raised what would have been an eyebrow if she hadn’t shaved it off. “Okay, I am all ears,” She said as she opened a chest. There were all sorts of phallus-shaped dildos in every color. There were some that were replicas of a cock down to the shape of their balls. One of the cocks was at least sixteen inches and as big as my arm, and it looked exactly like a black man’s cock (not that I had ever seen one in person).

She had butt plugs, whips, chains, and handcuffs; she even had a bowling ball pin. I wasn’t sure what that was doing in there.

“Here, this is a smaller plug,” she held it up so that I could see that it was black and made of silicon. It was about half of the size of the one that Anna wore. Rachel could easily swallow the entire thing down her throat. “Do you want to watch me do it again? You have to sort of sit on it and relax your sphincter. Think of it like reverse sword swallowing.”

I had a hard time getting the butt plug to stand straight up. Once I attached the base to her bathroom tile, it was much easier. I hovered over the wet plug and found myself grinding down on it – basically fucking my own ass with it.

“No, don’t fight it. Just relax and glide down to the base,” she said.

Once I had it in my butt, I bent over and showed everyone while they congratulated me. It was instantly the most surreal experience.

“So, what is the rule?” she asked me.

“We didn’t work out the details because you and Brody need to make your counteroffers,” I said.

“Counteroffer. I like that word. That’s not really how it works, though. If someone proposes a rule, then everyone else gets to put something on the table that would make the rule better or just make their lives better. It’s not intended to be adversarial. It’s intended to be collaborative. You know? Like how can we make this work? Everyone should be thinking about that. What are the implications or risks of doing this?”

“Yeah, like, does it bring harmony and balance, or does it disrupt and add uncertainty?” I said.

Rachel put her finger on her nose, snapped her fingers, and told me, “Bingo!”

Brodie held up one of his mother’s self-help books that were titled “Bringing the Harmony and Balance and Not Disrupting with Uncertainty.”

I admitted I had seen the cover and thought it was a pretty good idea.

“I’ve read the book cover to cover. It’s still a good attitude to have,” Rachel admitted she knew where I got the terminology from.

“The rule that I proposed was that Anna, and I suppose you would have to wear skirts no higher than longer than above the knee and no panties.”

“Okay?” Rachel seemed puzzled. “So, no jeans, no shorts, no bikinis?”

“Yeah, you could wear a bikini if you went to the pool, but like out of the house, including school.”

“Uh-huh? And what is the lesson or point?” Rachel said that she wasn’t sure what it was supposed to reinforce. “I mean, I rarely wear panties anyway, but I do not always wear skirts.”

“I wanted Anna to feel vulnerable and sexy and be ready to lift her skirt and show me her bare ass if I ordered it,” I admitted.

“Okay, I hear you, and I like what you are putting down,” Rachel nodded her head and encouraged me. She asked her daughter what her “counteroffer” had been.

Anna explained she wanted me to write a pet name on her ass every day in magic marker and make her answer to the name and not Anna. She explained the conundrum was that to keep things simple, they had agreed to keep the rules the same for both of them and that she knew her mother’s clients wouldn’t appreciate seeing “AssCake” written on her when they came to visit.

“Some of my clients may get a kick out of that,” she chuckled. “We do have a few differences in rules like I need a house key. That’s a more practical reality than anything else. It’s not just for simplicity, though. It’s quite simple, when I agreed to let you submit, I initially only had you do what I thought you could handle and were ready for. I am not big on doing as I say and not as I do, though. Once you demonstrated you had the foundations down pat, I decided that you should have an authentic submission experience in a safe and risk-free environment. I knew that my behavior had influenced you to try it. If I was going to behave one way and then tell you to behave totally differently, then that would only make you want to sneak around behind my back and do all the things I did in front of you but forbid you to do. So, when Brodie started participating, I just made it so that whatever I do, you do to ensure that you don’t feel like you are getting a different experience than me.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

“You are quite welcome, Anna,” she mused. Rachel reflected that her own mother used to smoke like a chimney and tell her that she couldn’t. All of my brothers and sisters, including me, started smoking behind her back. I doubt I would have if I hadn’t felt like my mom was being a hypocrite.”

“You? A rebel? You don’t say,” Anna quipped.

“Yeah, I was such a rebel back when I was your age that if someone asked me what I was rebelling against, I’d ask them what they had for me to tear down,” She joked before asking Brodie what he thought about the rule.

“It’s really not material,” he said. His mom encouraged him to tell us anyway. “I was pissed because her brother and his friends just pushed me up against a locker and made me feel like a powerless dweeb. I basically shit on her idea because I thought she was in on it and trying to take Anna from me.”

Anna said she wasn’t pie. “Just because I give a slice to Miss Susan doesn’t mean that you get any less of me, Sir.”

“No sirs and Misses,” her mother reminded her while admitting that was really well said. “Okay, so now that you have calmed down and know we are all on the same side, what do you think of the rule?”

“I’d extend it to no bras and say mini-skirts only,” he responded with a wicked grin.

“And when it snows in winter?” she asked.

“Chilly nipples,” Anna grinned, and her teeth chattered almost instinctively as she pictured the cold air blowing up her mini-skirt.

“Okay, but what about the pet names idea?”

“I really do not like it. I like being able to call you whatever I am thinking about at the time,” he said.

“I will be honest when you do that, it’s funny, but I never really feel like you mean it,” she said.

“I don’t. I love you,” he said.

“I know that, and I love you too, Brodie,” Rachel said rather slowly. She said she was having a hard time finding the words to explain this. “Let’s say I call you a different name every few minutes. Mark, Jim, Billy, and you answer to it. You never really feel like any of these people, right?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“So, when you call me names, it doesn’t usually register that you are really talking to me. I have to look around and see if you mean your sister or now Miss Susan; oops, dammit. Now, it’s starting to be a habit, and I can’t turn it off whenever I want,” Rachel chuckled at how frustrating it was to break in and out of high protocol speech.

“I used to have a pet name,” she said.

“Yeah, Cunt,” Brodie said. Anna nodded.

“That’s just what your father called me all the time, but the Master before him called me Sunshine. He was as old as Mr. Johnson is now.”

“Gross, how old were you back then? 14?”

“Not much older than that,” she acknowledged. “I used to also have a stripper name,” she said. They didn’t know she was a stripper.

“Before the Internet, there wasn’t a lot of women setting up shop like me to do in-home massage. I was a dancer, and that’s how I earned my keep. Imagine if you are drunk, in a smoky room full of people talking, and the DJ keeps calling you different names every time it’s your turn to go on stage? I mean, yeah, it’s a lot of variety, but you are going to miss your stage call and forget it’s your turn,” she said.

She showed us some of her “dancing costumes,” which were little more than lingerie or panties and bra set. “I don’t know why I saved them. I am a little too old for that life now, but back in the day I was hot shit. I don’t think a bald-headed stripper would fly even if I was in my prime,” she chuckled and talked about throwing the clothes out.

“So, What was your dancer’s name?” Anna asked.

“You really want to know?” Rachel was already digging through her costumes to find something to show us. “At first, I was going to use Rachel. That would be simple. It would be easy to recognize when the DJ said it. The first club I danced in was in my home time, and a lot of people knew me, so instead, I picked a name so different from Rachel. I stuck with the name from club to club because you sort of create this persona when you dance. You leave the old Rachel at home with the babies who have ear infections and the late rent payments, and the problems, and become this new person. That was kind of what the slave name Sunshine was to me – I became a new person and left my baggage behind...”

“So, your dancing name was Sunshine?”

“No, that was given to me by my first Owner,” she admitted. It was strange to hear her say she was OWNED. I wondered if the man had paid money for her and to whom?

She pulled out a pair of panties that she had been looking for. They were red and sheer and had the words Anna with rhinestones on them.

“Hey!! I could wear these!” Anna grabbed them out of her mother’s hands.

“Nope, because the rule is no panties,” her mother grinned, snatched them back and tossed them in the closet.

“You named me after your stripper persona?”

“It’s a long story, and I am hungry for pizza. I can tell it to you over dinner, but I had the best of intentions choosing that name for you. My mom meant it in a mean way when she cursed me the day you were born. She said I hope you have a girl that is as much trouble as you were to me,” Rachel said without a hint of malice. “Who knew the bitch was right?” she and her daughter nuzzled their heads playfully.

“Okay, here is my counteroffer, but with the caveat it’s to make things better and evolve in positive and constructive ways,” she held up the self-help new age book and said she hoped it brought harmony and balance as well.