Chapter 5

After a leisurely breakfast the two very excited girls left for their shopping trip. When they had gone, I lookedAmanda's telephone number." Hello, Amanda Rowland speaking" she said answering her telephone.

"Amanda, it's Brad Peterson calling, how are you?."

"Very well thank you young Brad. How can I help you?."

I looked at my father's list then said " 'broken dyke'." How appropriate I thought.

There was a pause, then "Master, I am yours to command." Great, it does work over the 'phone. "Amanda, you are to cancel all of your appointments for today, then come over to the house within the hour."

"Yes master, I'll be there as soon as I can."

I hung the 'phone up, then used the intercom to call my grandmother. It was answered after two rings "Yes master," was her soft reply.

"You are to call mother and Michelle, and tell them I want to see the three of you in the 'playroom' in one hour. You are to be freshly showered, and when I come in are all to be in a line on your hands and knees facing the stairs." I disconnected and poured myself some coffee, thinking about what I would do to women, readjusting my shorts to better accommodate my hard on.

About three quarters of an hour later the doorbell. Opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of a small, attractive brunette." Amanda?."

She lowered her head saying "Yes master," answered the mid thirty year old woman.

"Lead the way to the 'playroom' slave." As she walked by I realised she was very short without her high heels, she could only be about five foot tall.

Downstairs was a glorious sight, three naked women on all fours, heads down, their breasts dangling." Amanda, strip." Naked she was an attractive package, cute little tits on a slim, toned body. Two days ago I would have been drooling over her body, but after the bodies I seen lately, I just noted how fuckable she looked.

I reached out to pinch one of her little nipples, but she stepped back saying "No, I won't let you touch me."

"But your under my command?."

"Limited command, your father knew that I was a lesbian, and hated the touch of men. He respected my wishes and programmed me accordingly. So he wouldn't be tempted, he made it so I wouldn't respond to anything sexual from him. So piss off you little kid" said defiantly.

I was wildly thinking of a way around this programming when I asked her, "Why did he allow you access to Lucinda."

"That was sort of an office bonus. Everytime I did something outstanding at work, he would give me an afternoon with her. It sure was incentive to do well."

"So you whipped her, fucked with strap ons and tortured her. Why?."

"Because I could, and I loved it. When I was finished playing, I'd get her to eat me. They were some of the best orgasms I've ever had. Now can I go kid?."

"You sadistic slut. Stand there and shut up. The rest of you stand and listen." Before I began I had a quick look at all the naked flesh in front of me. I was going to enjoy the next few hours I thought to myself." What all of you did to Lucinda was absolutely disgusting, especially you grandmother. You are going to be punished..."

"But what about her fathe... ," gran tried to interupt.

"Be quiet bitch, what her father did has nothing to do with her. As I was saying, you all are going to be punished, but with different degrees of severity. Gran and Amanda the worst, mother not quiet so bad, Michelle mildly, she will also be my helper. When I've finished with you there will be major changes in this house."

Whilst talking, I had worked out how to handle Amanda." Michelle, mother, gran, pick up Amanda and strap her to Lucifer."

There were screams and shorts of abuse, but there was no way that she could resist the efforts of my three relatives. Within minutes she was helpless and tied down, legs spread just as Lucinda had been only a few hours before.

"I'll do the nipples. Now mother and Michelle, hoist grandma up, feet strapped to the floor. As I roughly pinched and pulled Amanda's teats, ignoring her abuse, my grandmother was pleading with me.

"Brad I'm sorry, please don't do this, I've never been treated this way." She kept pleading away, but I was deaf to any entreaties. Velcro straps held her spread legs to the floor and chains attached to her wrists via velcro threaded through the overhead pulleys.

"Michelle and mother, pull the chains until only her toes touch the floor then tie them off." That was done." Michelle put mother in the stocks."

Amanda's nipples were hard now, but she was still screaming abuse, so I walked over to the shelves and found a ball-gag. After that was in place the only noise was my grandmother groaning. I attached both nipple clamps to Amanda, but found because she had bigger tits than Cindy I had to adjust the length of chain to be able to stretch her tits upwards.