Chapter 13

I started to get up, but one look from Dave made me settle back down. At least I had clothes on.

Mom called out saying, "Hi kids, I'm home!"

As Mom came in we both said hi and heard another greeting coming from Mike's room. She came on into the living room and stopped in her tracks when she saw me kneeling on the floor in front of Dave. She looked at me and said, "Lose something, Stephie?"

I was about to answer but again, Dave silenced me.

"Mom, why don't you have a seat." he said. "I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes."

She got a puzzled look on her face, but went over and sat in an easy chair. "Okay, what did you have in mind?" she asked Dave, her eyes moving back and forth between him and I.

"I need to tell you about Stephanie." he said. "She and I have had an interesting time the past few days and we now have a different relationship. I've been working on her discipline, making her more respectful and willing to do what she's told. Isn't that right, Stephie?" He asked, looking down at me.

"Yes... sir." I said. I wasn't sure if I should say 'master' with Mom there, so I compromised, hoping it would be alright.

Dave smiled. Mom raised her eyebrows, a slight puzzled smile coming to her face. Then she saw the shine of the stud in my nose.

"Stephanie! What on earth have you done to your nose?" Then she saw the ring peeking out from below my top which had ridden up a little since I was holding my hands behind me still.

She came over and lifted my top a little to expose my belly button ring. Her mouth dropped open in shock, anger seeping into her face.

"Mom," Dave said, "please sit back down. The piercings are my responsibility."

Shock turned to mystification, but she sat back down to listen, still not looking happy.

"I decided Stephie needed to learn her place a little. She's been needing an external control. I don't think she's very good at controlling her own life, or making decisions for herself. The, ah, choker is actually a collar with a ring on the back and the wrist and ankle cuffs can also be used to restrain her."

I wanted to die of embarrassment. I hung my head in shame.

Mom, on the other hand, sat back in her chair. I didn't know if it was surprise or... something else.

Dave went on, "We've also added a few other touches. As you can see, she has a stud in her nose. That's just for looks, but reminds anyone who sees her that she's a slut. She needed to come down off her high horse a little."

"Well, that's true." Mom said thoughtfully. "She always has been a little stuck up."

I turned my head toward my mother in shock. I could not believe she thought I was stuck up, nor that she was saying this to Dave. I thought she'd freak at what he'd done and take him over HER knee maybe. Certainly she'd disapprove of what Dave had been doing to me.

"Oh, get over yourself, Stephie." She said. "You've always acted like you're just a little better than everyone else, including your own family."

I couldn't believe my own mother felt that way.

"The belly piercing is attractive and sexy, I think," Dave said, "but the ring attached to it makes a handy place to attach things."

"Hmmmmmm, yeah, I bet it would." Mom said, grinning now.

"Okay slut" Dave said to me "crawl over to Mom and show her your other piercing."

I saw Mom's eyebrow arch up when Dave called me a 'slut, ' but she didn't say anything. Feeling more humiliated that I'd ever felt, I brought my hands around in front of me and crawled over to my mother, resuming my normal position only tilting my head back, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue as far as I could, showing her my tongue piercing.

"Oh my!" Mom said. She stuck her finger in my mouth! She felt the stud and moved it around a little, drawing a wince from me. My still sensitive tongue was fine when it wasn't bothered, but sucking cock or having someone play with it still hurt. Then she played with my collar, moving it around so the ring was in front.

"Stand up, slut." Dave ordered.

I stood up, still facing my mother.

"Good girl." he said, "Now lift your skirt up and show Mom the new artwork."

I balked. I didn't have any panties on and the LAST thing I wanted to do was show my naked, hairless pussy and new tattoo to my MOTHER!!

"Dave!" I pleaded.

"NOW!" he commanded. "We'll deal with your punishment later, but if you don't want to add to it, do what I told you."

Slowly, my hands lifted my skirt in front. My mother's face got a peculiar expression on her face as all this was going on, glancing between my brother and I. She gasped as my shaved pussy came into view, obviously with no panties on.

"Come on Steph, get on with it. Or do you want to lose the skirt altogether?"

I quickly complied and lifted my skirt to my breasts, now showing the tattoo clearly.

"OH!" my mother said with a little gasp. She leaned forward to study the tattoo more closely.

"I think I see now." she said, looking as though she recognized the symbol.

"Normal." Dave said. I dropped my skirt and knelt down again.

"You've made her a slave." Mom stated. It wasn't a question. Somehow, she knew.

What did that tattoo mean, I wondered. What was it about seeing the design on my skin that made her understand so quickly?

"Yeah, it seemed like the best way. In all honesty, she's not crazy about it, but she has admitted to being a slut and chosen to continue as my slave, haven't you Steph? Tell Mom what you are."

"Yes Master." I said, filled with shame yet knowing the secret was out, and also, I didn't want to incur any further punishments. But to say that in front of my mother was so humiliating. "I'm a slut, Mom." Why wasn't she stopping this?

"Well, you two have been busy, I see. I'm going to have to think about these developments." As she said this though, she reached out and played with the ring in my belly, pulling on it a little to see the effect on me.

"What does Mike know?" she asked.

"Nothing, he hasn't been here for any of it. I'd just as soon keep him out of most of it for now." he said.

"Fine with me... but maybe you and I should talk." Mom said.

"Okay slut, on your feet and come here."

I went to him and he had me turn around, facing my mother again while he took my wrists and fastened them together behind my back again. He told me to go to my room until he called me.

I left looking at Mom and wondering why she didn't say something. She was letting Dave do this to me and not saying anything! I went upstairs, feeling like a trained monkey. I could not figure out why Mom was acting like this. Why wasn't she upset? I thought she'd be furious. Why wasn't she on my side? Why was she so calm about it all? And just what did that tattoo mean? I felt betrayed by my own mother.

I sat down on my bed, tears running quietly down my cheeks, and waited for whatever was to happen next. It was about 3:00 in the afternoon. I tried to figure out what was going on and how I'd somehow gotten into this mess.

When the clock said 3:30, I heard Dave calling me from the bottom of the stairs. I rose from the bed, where'd I'd lain down for a while, and started downstairs.

They were sitting on the couch together when I arrived in the living room. As I came toward them, Dave signaled with his finger and I went down on my knees in front of them.

"Stephanie," Mom began, "your brother and I have been talking and I've decided to allow this to continue."

I opened my mouth to protest, but caught a look from Dave and I wisely decided to wait and hear them out.

"You've been getting really uppity lately young lady. I know you disapprove of my relationship with John and I think maybe this is just what you need to learn your place. And after what Dave has told me, it's pretty apparent that underneath all that high and mighty exterior, you're pretty much just a slut anyway."

I hung my head in shame, tears once more rushing to my eyes to spill down my cheeks. I felt like dirt. I knew I was never mommy's 'little girl, ' but I couldn't believe she was going along with this.

"So I'll assist where I need to, but your brother is in charge and what he says, goes. You will do what he tells you, Stephanie. I've been worried how I was going to keep control of you during the next few years. Most girls your age become a bit hard to control. With this arrangement, maybe we won't have to worry so much in your case. Of course, you'll still go to school, but misbehave there and you will be dealing with both me as your mother and Dave as your master. Understand?"

Still crying, I nodded my head.

"Your mother asked you a question, slut." Dave piped in. "I expect you to make a proper and respectful response."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Mother. Yes, I understand."

"Dave if you'll remove her restraints, we'll get a move on."

I looked up in curiosity, but they didn't give me any clues.

"Come here, slut." Dave said.

I got up and went over to him. He indicated I should turn around and then he released my wrist cuffs. He told me to go with my mother and do what I was told, and that I should respond favorably to anything my mother suggested.

"Yes Master." I followed my mother outside and to her car. Though I still had on my skirt and my tank top, that was ALL I had on, which meant I was barefoot too. As she told me to get into the back seat, Dave called from the doorway and reminded me not to say a word unless asked a direct question.

Mom didn't say much on the way to our destination. I just sat and looked around, wondering where we were going. We pulled in front of a shoe store first. We went in and she had me try on several pairs of shoes... with high heels. She bought me four pair. The shortest had four inch heels, which I wore out of the store. There was another pair with 5 inch heels and the other two both had 6 inch heels.

I was a little shaky since the most I'd worn before were 2 and a half-inch heels. Walking awkwardly back to the car, I got in and awaited what might happen next.

We arrived at a small, out of the way, medical office. The sign beside the door read, "A. Martin, MD, OB-GYN" and as we went in, I noticed a small design carved somewhat discretely above the door. It was the same symbol I now wore below my belly button! Very strange.

We went to the nurse's window and Mom told her we were here for our 4:30 appointment for Stephanie. The nurse assured us the doctor would be right with us.

Mom sat down, but indicated I was to stand beside her chair with my hands behind me. There was no one else present. However, after a couple of minutes, a girl about 20 came from the back and left, smiling timidly to us. A few minutes later, the nurse called us back.

I was treated to the normal weigh-in, temperature check, blood pressure check, pulse rate and stuff. The nurse had me strip — completely — and put on a gown. This type fastened in front but when I went to fasten it I noticed there were no snaps, no belt, no ties; nothing with which to fasten it closed. So I just held it together. When I was ready, the nurse had me get up on the table... you know... the gynecological type with the stirrups. I was to sit down and wait for the doctor.

About five minutes later, Doctor Martin came in, scanned my chart, and then asked about my sexual history. He wanted to know if I'd had intercourse yet, if I'd ever had anal sex, and what kind of oral sex I'd engaged in.

It was so embarrassing! I had to answer these questions right in front of my mother and this strange doctor. But I told him. I didn't tell him who I'd done the oral stuff with though — just that I'd done it. Since I hadn't done the intercourse or anal stuff, I was able to tell him that I was still a virgin.

He did the usual stuff of listening to my chest and back, then he examined my piercings very carefully, pronouncing them free of infection and healing nicely. Next, I was told to lie back on the table. He moved my hands away, spread my robe open and examined my tattoo very carefully, saying that it too, was coming along well.

Next, he examined my breasts, checking for lumps, I suppose. He pressed them, massaged them, kneaded them and squeezed them. The doctor turned his attention to my nipples. He bent over to look at them closely as he played with the nipples and pinched them, making them hard. I was embarrassed, wondering why the 'doctor' was playing with my breasts a little more than a doctor normally would. I began to feel chill bumps arise on the skin of my breasts while he played with them. He told my mother they looked fine with good strong nipples.

Then he took my left ankle and put it in the stirrup, fastening the straps to secure my leg. He did the same with my right ankle. I was wondering why he was strapping me in since this was just a normal exam — or so I thought.

I shivered as I felt his fingers touch the lips of my pussy. It occurred to me that most doctors used gloves when touching a patient. Dr. Martin did not. It was an unusual exam. I was getting nervous. He seemed to be caressing my lips more than examining them. I wanted to move myself away from him, but of course, I couldn't being strapped in. I tried though, and as he continued to touch me, I started to squirm around. My mother told me to lie still, so I quieted down for a while.

The doctor separated the lips of my pussy and bent his head down to get a real close look. I could feel his breath on my thighs, and then on my lips. He pushed the stirrups apart, spreading me wide open. I was so humiliated, even if he WAS a doctor. Using his fingers, he spread the lips of my outer labia and looked inside, running his fingers from one end of my vulva to the other.

He kept saying "hmmmmmm" and "ummm" and "mmm mmmmm" and sighing and such during the whole exam. I gasped as his finger penetrated my hole, working its way around inside me. My hands went instinctively toward my crotch.

He stopped and looked at Mom saying, "Well, we can't have that."

Mom grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head, holding me so I couldn't interfere with the doctor's examination. His fingers probed my hymen, feeling it completely, pushing against it, and moving around the border of my vaginal walls.

With his other hand, he started to play with my clit. He rubbed it, squeezed it and flicking it as it continued to get harder and longer, engorged on the blood of my unwelcome arousal.

I finally figured out that he was, at the moment, less interested in 'examining' me than he was in getting me off. The doctor was deliberately masturbating me! What kind of a doctor WAS this?!

I cried out, "MOM!"

But she just said, "Shut up Stephanie and stay still for the doctor." Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered to me, "You know I have to tell your brother about when you are a bad girl."

I just couldn't believe what was going on!

"She moistens up readily enough." the doctor said.

"Yes," Mom said, "she seems to be quite the little slut."

How humiliating! My own mother was telling some pervert doctor that I was a slut. But the doctor was right about one thing... I could feel myself getting wet.

I could feel myself continuing to build in excitement, even though I was trying real hard to remain calm and not get aroused. I tried to think about other things, about school starting tomorrow and my other friends, but it wasn't working. My crotch was getting hot!

His finger worked at dipping in and out of my vagina and the other ones played with my clit made it hard to think about other things. More and more of my concentration was focusing on what was happening between my legs. Unconsciously, I started thrusting my hips up to meet his fingers pushing inside me against my hymen.

Without realizing it, I was soon completely focused on the pleasure the doctor was giving me. I was aware of nothing else than his fingers and my own arousal. In a few minutes, I came with a small scream as my body stiffened and jerked under the doctor's administrations. I lay there panting as the doctor removed his fingers and started chuckling.