Chapter 9

I have to admit that I really didn’t understand why he would want to hurt them or why they’d agree to be punished like this. They had explained it all to me quite succinctly, and yet I was having trouble processing it all.

Interestingly, Anna recovered quickly and seemed to be only mildly annoyed by her pain, to the point that it looked like now she was amused by it. Her mother was perfectly fine and acted like nothing had happened at all. There seemed to be no hard feelings, no anger, nothing.

The strange encounter was done, over and in the past, for all three of them.

“Okay, still want to go to the grocery store?” Brodie acted like what had happened was not that big of a deal.

“What time is it?” Rachel rolled over and looked at her phone. She seemed to sober up quickly and said they still had plenty of time. “Yes, I’d like that,” she replied.

“Go get the butt plug from earlier for Anna and one for you, and then you can get dressed,” he instructed. I still couldn’t believe he could tell them what to do, and they wouldn’t argue back with him.

Rachel rolled into a crawling position while dragging her tits and obediently crawled to her bedroom. She didn’t question him or seem reluctant at all. His mother’s actions seemed organic and natural. It’s hard to explain, but she didn’t seem put upon at all to obey her son.

“I don’t understand,” I admitted. “If you are in charge, how come you ask your mom if she wants to go to the store?”

“Permissions during high protocol still confuse me, and I’ve been doing this for over a year since my Dad left,” Brodie admitted with a look of chagrin.

Anna rolled around on the ground and rubbed her ass. “It’s simple,” she explained and said that there was no reason to really overthink it. “In Low protocol, we ask each other to do stuff. That’s why I could ask Brodie to make my popcorn last night. In High protocol, I could still ask him to do stuff for me. He can still ask me if I want to do things. He’s not my Master. I am just a submissive to him, and that means there are certain things he can tell me to do around the house.”

“Sometimes I hear you guys ask his permission to do something, and then other times you do not need it,” I asked. I admit my mousey question was born from curiosity, but also I just wanted to know the boundaries.

Rachel returned, holding one butt plug in her mouth while she crawled toward us.

“Where is the other one?” Brodie seemed confused.

“In my ass,” Rachel opened her lips around the plug and was able to enunciate her response clearly.

“I told you to bring them here, not shove one up your disgusting shitty butt hole!”

I cringed when he called his mother’s ass “shitty.” I still couldn’t get used to him using such vulgar language about them or their bodies. They had told me it was done out of love, but at times it sounded not only crude but mean-spirited.

If Rachel minded, she didn’t show it on her face. She looked like she tolerated it but didn’t encourage it. I found it fascinating that she didn’t get insulted at all.

“Sorry!!!” she said and reached behind herself to remove it.

He made them suck their respective butt plugs while in a crawling position – which made it seem like they were trying to suck a trailer hitch for a boat or a very fat bullet-shaped cock. Then he made them squat over the plug and sit down on it while it stood straight up and put it in their ass without use of their hands.

The girls seemed proud of themselves. He slapped them on their butts after examining how far the plug was pushed into their assholes. It smelled a little of ass sweat and parmesan cheese in the living room now. Then he told them to get dressed.

The women crawled to their respective rooms to change clothes. I followed my friend to her room to put on clothes myself. I had almost forgotten I was naked – which was something I never thought I’d get comfortable with.

Anna rubbed her ass to soothe it and put some aloe vera she had nearby all over it – leaving her coated and oily. It reminded me of the fine sheen I’d seen on her mother when she left her bedroom one time.

“That really hurt, huh?”

“Oh yeah, he punched my ass sixty times! It’s going to make it hard to walk tomorrow,” she said.

“You liked it?”

“Not really, it’s a correction – when I disobey. It’s not supposed to be something I like, and I like getting spanked. He knows that, so he does different stuff with me,” she said. She admitted that her brother didn’t like to hurt her, but the consequences of messing up had to sting, or they wouldn’t feel like consequences.

“You can wear anything you want?” I changed the subject as we changed into regular street clothes.

“Sure, why not?” she responded.

“I just thought if he is in charge, he’d make you wear something he likes,” she said.

“Brodie is in charge on some level, but not on everything. He doesn’t care what I wear,” she shrugged. “We haven’t made any dress code rules, for public. I doubt my brother would be interested in dressing me up like a doll baby. Although, that may be fun!”

I found it fascinating that my friend liked giving up her control, even when it meant her own potential humiliation. It seemed like she was inviting me to dress her up as well.

“Is there something you want me to wear?” Anna opened her closet to me.

She had a lot of cool goth clothes – all black stuff, with band names like Pantera and the Misfits. I chose a green skirt, a bra, panties, socks, her Doc Martens boots, and a cute white top that went with the outfit.

“Any particular reason?” Anna seemed pleased to wear what I chose.

“No, I just like seeing you in it,” I smiled.

When we returned to the living room, she didn’t crawl. Brodie didn’t give her a hard time about it. I assumed that was because when she wasn’t nude, she didn’t have to crawl. Her mother wore a very mundane pair of jeans and a black top when she walked out of her room.

“How come you never tell us what you’d like us to wear?” she asked her brother. She bragged about how I had chosen a pretty outfit.

Brodie said deciding what matched and what ensemble they should wear sounded like work with no reward, and he wasn’t interested. His mother smiled at him and said that was fine and she appreciated his honesty.

She led us around the house to her truck and explained her thoughts on asking permission for things. “With your father, I had to ask permission for everything. When in doubt, ask. I could never be certain what I could and could not do in my own house. We had a power exchange relationship, where ALL of the power was in his hands, and none was in mine. In some ways, that was liberating, and in some ways, it was frustrating. Trust me; you were wise not to pick our outfits for us. You’d end up forgetting to pick something out or picking something inappropriate, and you do not enjoy it. So why do it?”

“I might,” Brodie said as he hopped in the truck with us. I slid into the middle between him and Anna.

“You wouldn’t,” Rachel assured her son that she knew he wasn’t wired that way. “Imagine if every time we wanted to have a snack, we came to ask you and interrupted you, or if I want to take the trash out, I come to you, and you have to decide if the trash needs taking out or not. It’s a lot of micromanagement.”

“I’d probably enjoy it while you are in high protocol,” Brodie admitted.

“I know, and that’s why we both ask permission for a lot of things we don’t have to do, but if it was required for every little thing, you would probably put us in high protocol even less than you do now. I know you don’t like giving us corrections, but that one was spot on,” Rachel seemed more appreciative now than she had been earlier.

“Yeah, good job,” Anna wasn’t being sarcastic when she complimented her brother.

They were in “high protocol,” but they didn’t talk like robotic sex slaves. Instead, they simply didn’t tease him or joke. They were bright, cheery, and energetic.

“I am surprised you can sit,” Brodie was elated to be flattered by the girls. “In the store, I want you to ask my permission every time you select something from the shelf, and I’ll decide if it goes in the cart or not.”

“Brodie, what if you pick only cereal and we need bread?” his mother made a sour face.

“Then it’s because cereal would PLEASE me,” he snickered.

Rachel thought about it for a moment but shook her head no and said she couldn’t agree to that. I was surprised that there was so much she would agree to, and this was where she drew the line. I was surprised by her reasoning, though.

“I can’t put you in a situation where you have to decide all of the items we need at the grocery store, and then we run out for something critical. It’s not your responsibility to keep an inventory of the pantry and fridge. That’s my cross to bear. If you really want me to, I’ll ask if you want everything I put in the cart, but I can’t give you veto power.”

Brodie shrugged that he didn’t mind that.

“Besides, Mom still controls the bank card,” Anna’s tone was very natural, like her normal everyday voice. She sort of slipped out of the light and airy persona she had been in when we got into the truck.

“Could Brodie tell you that you have to march all night around the backyard until 6am if you don’t buy him something he wants?” I asked a hypothetical. It kind of came out of the blue.

The girls smiled, and Brodie said he liked how I thought.

Rachel even turned down the 80s music on the radio to address me. “This is a good question, and I think you are still imagining a total power exchange like I had with my husband. He controlled all of the money, and I earned it. I didn’t have a say in what we bought, and that was fine because it was a different kind of relationship and one I wanted at the time. Brodie knows better than to abuse his authority. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have any (authority). We need money to live, and if I had to spend it on every video game he wanted, then we wouldn’t be able to make rent.”

“But you liked it when you didn’t have any control over how the money you made was spent?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was strangely liberating not to have to worry about money, which bill gets paid on time, and all that,” Rachel admitted.

“If you know Brodie wouldn’t abuse his authority, and you knew he was responsible, why couldn’t you surrender the decisions on what to buy to him so that you didn’t have to worry about them any longer?” I was just being logical.

Her son thought this was a grand idea, and even Anna chuckled.

Rachel smirked as if she could appreciate my clever idea. “As I said earlier, Brodie isn’t our Master. He’s my son, and yes, I submit to him around the house, but there are limits. I would never put him in a situation where he could fuck up and forget to pay the light bill or overspend our money. That’s not fair to him to give him my responsibility. Submission, to me, is about making things easier for others. Yes, some of it is done purely for Brodie’s amusement, like making us sit down on those butt plugs. Paying bills and balancing budgets isn’t fun, and he has plenty of time to do that as he gets older.”

“What things do you guys HAVE to ask me permission for, and what things are just a courtesy?” Brodie seemed a little confused.

“In high protocol?” his mother asked him. “I thought we went over this after Anna became a submissive,” she said.

“No, we just said that everything would be the same for her as it is for you,” he said.

“We’ve had a lot of discussions about this, but I am glad you are asking if you are uncertain, Brodie. If you tell us to do something and we are confused, we always ask how you want it. We ask permission to talk out of turn when we aren’t having a conversation or being spoken to. We ask permission to deviate from your orders, if necessary, like when I called out, there were ants in my path.”

“If you wanted to get dressed while you were in high protocol would you have to come ask me permission?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t want to get dressed,” his mother responded smartly.

“To go to the store,” he clarified. “You told me you wanted to go to the store when you got out of your session. Could you have just left without asking?”

“Yeah, I guess so. If I need to go somewhere. If I do not, then I’d stay home and serve?” his mother’s tone suggested that was the status quo, and he was not happy with it.

“You don’t own us, Brodie. You can’t expect me to ask you permission to take a shower when I stink, and I need to get ready for bed.”

Her little brother seemed disappointed.

“You have a lot of authority in the house because you are the only one who doesn’t want to be submissive, but with that comes a lot of responsibility. Trust me when I tell you that you do not want to bite off more than you can chew. You get like this sometimes, and I think you get it from me. Don’t you think I’d love to find a dominant master and go back to how things were? But you guys are older now, and I also think you deserve a mom and not just a house pet.”

“I liked you as a house pet,” Anna giggled and patted her mother’s head. Brodie chuckled as well and agreed.

“Yeah, well, you can have me as a house pet when you put me in high protocol at home, but I am also your mom. It’s not that I do not trust you, Brodie. It’s that we can’t have a total power exchange for a number of reasons.”

“What if I said I’d like that? And it would please me?” he smiled.

“That works on some things, but I’ve told you before that a total power exchange relationship is a big commitment. If that’s something you want when you get older, then you should pursue it. Right now, just be a teenager too. You can have me and your sister as a house pet and then date, have friends, play video games, go to school, and do normal stuff.”

“Conform to the norm?” Brodie asked sarcastically.

Rachel made a face and shook her head. That wasn’t fair. “That’s not what I meant. You haven’t put me in high protocol in over a week, and the last time was two hours. What is really going on?”

“I just feel like I do not really have any actual authority. It’s just what you’d let me do or do as a courtesy. Anna said I can’t MAKE her do anything,” Brodie pouted. He had been grinding on that since she said hours earlier in the backyard.

Rachel and Anna both groaned and said he took that out of context. “I just mean you do not own me. I could refuse to obey if I wanted, but I won’t,” she assured her brother. It didn’t seem to placate him, though.

“We agreed today to let you order us to take our plugs out and put them back in. We agreed to let you order us to clean them. That’s a big deal! Now, you can make me do something with my tits, my cunt, my mouth and my asshole! I think you kind of have a lot more authority than you ever had a year ago, Brodie.”

Brodie seemed annoyed but accepted that things had moved in his favor. The grocery store wasn’t really that noteworthy of a trip. I expected the girls to have to keep their hands out and on the grocery cart unless they were filling it up and maybe even high step in time with each other.

It wasn’t anything like that. Anna and her mom walked with good posture and remained bright and positive. They acted like pretty much any typical shopper, and the only difference was that his mother politely asked her son what he thought about each item before she put it in the cart.

She rarely put anything in the cart that he didn’t want, but he rarely rejected anything. Rachel bought the stuff she normally bought for the family, so it wasn’t really that big of a deal. I think by the end of the shopping trip, Brodie really didn’t want the girls to ask his opinion on what kind of potato chips or tea to buy.

When we got home, Brodie left them out of high protocol, and the family took a break from their discipline before eventually taking me back home. The girls didn’t complain or try to prolong the experience. I think Anna’s ass was so bruised she was probably really unable to keep up with all of the crawling, anyway.

I got out quickly when her mother dropped me off. I was afraid my mom would see that Rachel was bald and question it – or worse, forbid me from going back.

That night I played with myself in my bed like I had never done in my life. I recreated some of the intensity of ‘fisting’ my pussy and fingered my asshole in the shower. I got really turned on thinking about the experiences of being nude in the backyard and the strange men admiring my body.

Rachel and Anna were my role models. I wanted to have Anna’s courage and Rachel’s openness to sexuality. I felt like I was just as horny as she was. I squeezed my nipples and clit like I was trying to milk myself, but I couldn’t experience any pleasure that way – just agony. I tried it several times.

That weekend, I texted Anna, and she admitted that on Sunday, they were ‘kicking back’ and resting. She even sent me a photo of her ass. It was obvious her mother or her brother took it. She was wearing her butt plug openly, and her ass had become three shades of orange. “It looks really bad, but bruises heal. I kind of deserved it,” she wrote.

Later, she texted me a sweet note to tell me how much she enjoyed her time with me and then asked, “I didn’t want to put you on the spot when we were together. It’s totally cool what you decide to answer. I know you saw way more than you bargained for at my house. Are you ever going to want to come over again?”