Chapter 3: Things Change...

"Sit there, Jamie," Martha told me as she headed down to where the three girls had congregated in their bedroom. "If you get hot," she added, "just take off clothes. It gets hot in here for people used to having A/C."

The girl's bedroom door slamed shut behind her as I sat down on the worn sofa set into the wall of the central room. The kitchen was to my right, where the back entrance was. This central room was really an extension of that with carpet and bad wood paneling instead of peeling linoleum and stainless steel sheeting. There was a couch, a dining table, two recliners, and a TV set that sat mute and powerless.

There was also a bookshelf and cabinets everywhere, some leaking papers and others missing knobs or hinges. To my left was the thin hallway leading to the two bedrooms of the girls and of Martha's, the bathroom, the laundry alcove, and whatever was in the small space behind the door between these last two.

I decided to find out, as I was bored and the girls were chattering behind their closed door. I walked over to the one door I hadn't yet opened in this hot and worn-down trailer and pulled it open. As I was shoved inside from behind, I caught a good glimpse before the light was cut off by the door being closed and locked behind me. It was only a small closet. Empty and bare except for the steel-barred animal cage on the floor and the two chains dangling a foot or two below the ceiling to which wrist-cuffs were attached. My cousin Martha had followed me into the clset after shoving me, and she now held her hand clamped tightly against my lips while her arms gripped my body.

"Shh, shh, Jamie," she whispered. "Shh. I'm going to let my hand up, and if you yell, I'll put it back and then kick your balls, okay?"

I nodded yes rapidly. She slowly released my mouth. She was pressed so tightly against me in the dark that my legs were pinned to the dog-cage on the floor. She was pressed against the closed door behind her ass. In the pitch dark, her perfume filled the cloying air, and her undertone of sweat was evident. Her breath, however, was menthol and mint fresh as she whispered to me.

"Be a good boy, Jamie. I put bad kids in this closet as a punishment. Be a good kid. Follow my rules. Boys are usually harder to control than girls, so I wanted to let you know first, before your sister, that this is my house and my rules, and you don't want to get punished, right?"

"Yes, Martha," I answered, beinning now to feel a tingle as I enjoyed the feel of her buttocks pressing against my belly. She was a good foot taller than I.

"Good," she answered, "then get on out there and play nice with the girls."

She opened up the door to light of day, and we exited the cloying space in a spill of heat and scent. She opened the girl's room door and told them that I would be coming in to play, and to play nice. The girls groaned.

Martha dolled herself up for "an appointment" and drove away in that old Ford Falcon as I sat on the worn shag floor. My two blonde cousins and my thirteen-year-old sister sat in a triangle and talked of girl things while I played with my GameBoy. As an hour or so passed, they began a lipstick-and-blush tryout while my batteries died. My Game Boy blinked off... and then I realized that there was no way to recharge it here. I interrupted... "Um, Tanya? Lanya?" I spoke meekly, "Is there a place I could recharge this?"

"Nope," Tanya replied, "We don't use power here. Go read a book. There's some in the family room."

I left the dead GameBoy and checked out the bookcase. All old ratty books and paperbacks. I read some titles... "The Secret Sex Fantasies of the Human Female" was the first. Next to that was "Venus in Furs". And then "Venus on Top", "Care and Feeding of the Human Male","Making Him Beg","Sex Fantasies" followed by seven more volumes with the same name, all bowed paperbacks, numbered "Two" through "Eight". On the second shelf was "Mistress","The Contract","The Whipping","Slave of Sarah","Liberty's Servant", and then a whole slew of thin paperbacks with sexy cover paintings of women whipping tied-up men. I began to feel a tingling...

I took the copy of "The Secret Sex Fantasies of the Human Female" and laid down on the couch to read. The girls continued to play behind a closed door. I grew a bare-boy woody as I read the first story in the book. It was about a woman who met her husband at the door one night and made him be her slave, giving her massages, and kissing her feet, and then licking her pussy. Then, after she had an "orgasm", she tied him up at the end of her bed and went to sleep. I read on.