Chapter 21: Toys

Saturday, December 23rd, Evening
Molly was on her way back to the living room from her bedroom. She was walking quickly but came to a sudden stop when Olivia emerged from Dave's room and grabbed her arm. Olivia had Dave's shoes in her hand. Olivia turned Molly to face her and looked in her eyes. Olivia nodded when she saw the blank expression.

"Molly, I am going to give you orders and you are going to follow them. If you do not, I will torture you with both pain and pleasure for the rest of the night. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Olivia spun Molly around so quickly Molly didn't know what was happening before the sole of Dave's shoes met her backside, once, twice, three times. Olivia then spun Molly around again to face her.

"For the duration of the night you will call me, and any other female in this house, mistress. If more than one of us is in the room, you will call me Mistress Olivia. Your mother will be Mistress Jennifer. Your cousins will be Mistress Emily and Mistress Hayley. Your sister will be Mistress Megan. Your uncle will be master. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

Again, Olivia spun Molly a half turn and Dave's shoes were once again used as weapons and brought down hard on Molly's bottom. This time Molly was spanked four times. She was then spun back around to face Olivia. Molly was near tears.

"When you are addressing us, mistress or master will be the first and last words out of your mouth."

"Mistress, yes, mistress."

Again, Molly was spun around and Dave's shoes walloped her bottom, this time, it was five times. Molly actually screamed this time and was crying openly when Olivia spun her back around.

"You will speak only when spoken to."

Olivia paused to see if Molly would speak out of turn again. She didn't.

"Now, go to your master." Olivia released Molly's arm. Molly turned, and still crying, headed for the stairs.

"Quickly!" Olivia shouted and smiled as Molly broke into a full run down the hallway. Only when Molly disappeared down the stairs did Olivia turn and go to her bedroom to get her own shoes. Molly came flying into the living room. Dave instantly saw the tears and the fear on Molly's face. He rose from the couch.

"Molly, what's wrong?"

"Master, Mistress Olivia..." Molly gulped air and wiped the tears from her face with her shirt sleeve.

"She ... She spanked me ... master."

Dave looked at Molly questioningly for a second and then went over to her. "Why did she spank you?"

"Master, the first time it was because I didn't call her mistress. The second time it was because mistress wasn't the first and last words out of my mouth and the third time was because I spoke without being spoken too first." There was a pause and then Molly added, "master."

Dave smiled. "Well, I guess you'll learn to do as you're supposed to."

"Master, she didn't tell me the rules first. She just spanked me." Another pause. "Master."

"First off, you just broke one of the rules she did tell you. You spoke without permission. When she comes down here, I expect you to tell her what you did and take your punishment. Understood?"

Molly stared at him for a long second, then nodded. "Master, yes, master."

A moment later Olivia entered the room. Emily, Hayley and Megan, who had all heard the scuffle in the hallway, followed her in.

"Olivia, I believe Molly has something to tell you."

"Oh?" Olivia said, handing Dave his shoes. "What is it you have to tell me, Molly?"

Dave took a seat in a nearby recliner to put on his shoes.

"Mistress, I spoke out of turn to the master, mistress."

"Over to the couch," Olivia said, pointing to the couch.

Molly moved over to the couch. "Pull down your pants and underwear. This isn't like before, Molly. This time you knew the rules and you blatantly disobeyed them. This time, the punishment gets serious."

Molly's eyes darted from Olivia, who was standing before her looking threatening, back to Dave, who paid her no attention at all as he tied his shoes, then to her sister and cousins.

"If you do not obey me, your punishment will be worse," Olivia shouted. "Now, pull down your pants and underwear and bend over the couch. You have to the count of five. One ... Two..."

By the time Olivia got to three, Molly was unbuttoning her jeans. Her hands were shaking so badly and tears streamed from her eyes as she fumbled with the zipper then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and panties and pulled them down in one smooth motion. She then turned, her face bright red in humiliation and bent over the couch.

"Let's see, I believe we were up to six spankings. Since this is a more serious offense, we will make it ten. I expect to hear you count each blow. If you do not count, the swat does not count."

Olivia reared back her arm and spanked Molly hard on the right butt cheek.

"One!" Molly screamed out.

"That one doesn't count and gets you five more for your disrespect. Start again."

Her hand came down again.

"Mistress, one, mistress."

"Very good." Olivia reared back again and brought her hand down hard, this time on Molly's left butt cheek.

"Mistress, two, mistress," Molly screamed through her tears.

Dave could see Megan getting more and more upset with each impact. He moved to intercept her when

she moved to put a stop to the abuse of her sister. He grabbed Meg's arm, pulled her to him and wrapped her up in a tight hug.

"This is what Molly wanted, Meggy," he whispered. "She wanted the formula, knowing full well what it would do. Before I gave it to her, I asked her, specifically, if she wanted to put any limitations on it at all. She said no. This was her choice. She has to learn to live with that choice. Don't worry. A few spankings, no matter how hard they are, are not going to do any permanent damage."

Meg's eyes never left Molly's now red backside as Olivia continued to punish her. But Meg did nod in understanding. Dave couldn't help but notice that Emily and Hayley were also watching intently.

"Mistress, eight, mistress," Molly shouted.

Molly was calming down now. She was still crying but it was solely because of the pain now.

Once the fifteen spanks were done, Molly was once again allowed to stand up. Olivia sent Molly first to get Dave's jacket from the coat closet, then made her help him put it on, she then had Molly fetch her, Olivia's, jacket and help her on with it, only then was Molly allowed to go get her own jacket.

"Go to the bathroom, clean up your face, then get your coat and meet us by the garage door. Understood?" Olivia asked.

"Mistress, yes, mistress," Molly said and then quickly tried to leave the room.

Olivia would have none of it though. Before Molly got out of the living room, Olivia called her again.

"Molly." Olivia waited until Molly had turned around. "Remove your bra."

Molly hesitated but not quite long enough to draw Olivia's ire. She stripped her shirt off over her head, then quickly did the same to the small pink satin and lace bra.

"Emily, would you take the bra please?" Olivia asked. "Make sure it gets into the laundry."

"Okay," Emily said, obviously unsure of what was going on.

Molly handed Emily the bra and then stood there, waiting.

"You may put your shirt back on now, Molly. Then go on with what I told you."

Molly quickly put her shirt back on, covering her bare breasts, then turned and fled to the bathroom. Much to Dave's surprise, Olivia didn't call her back again.

"Listen girls," Olivia said, once Molly was in the bathroom and the door shut. "I know you think I'm being mean to Molly but I promise you, I could be much worse. Jan, Dr. Casey, used to be horrid to me. All I did was spank her, not even very hard, no matter what it looked like. Remember, I'm just a slip of a girl and a nerd at that. I'm not that strong."

"Why are doing this? Why are you being so mean to her?" Megan asked.

"Because I want Molly to understand what it means to be a submissive. It isn't just about her being able to shut out the voices in her head. It isn't all about sex and fun and games. If she wants to be a real submissive, the things I'm teaching her, are exactly the same things any other master or mistress would teach her and they wouldn't be nearly as nice about it. I promise you Meg, I will not hurt her. Okay?"

Meg nodded. Olivia gave Meg a hug, then Dave took Olivia's hand and they made their way to the door that attached the kitchen to the garage. They waited about two minutes for Molly to arrive, her face cleaned and her coat on and zipped. They exited into the garage.

"Which car?" Dave asked.

"The Lexus," Olivia said and headed immediately for the luxury car. Jennifer had left at some point, unnoticed by Dave, and had taken the SUV. "Molly, you sit in the front."

Dave circled around and got into the drivers seat. Molly got in the passengers seat and Olivia climbed into the back seat, sitting behind Dave. Dave hit the button to open the garage door, then fastened his seat belt as Molly did the same and then started the car and backed out.

"Are you enjoying your time as a submissive, Molly?" Olivia asked from the back seat as Dave pulled out of the driveway and onto the street.

"Mistress, not really, mistress."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I guess I'm to blame for a lot of that, right?"

"Mistress, yes, mistress."

"Look at me, Molly," Olivia said and Molly slowly turned to face her tormentor. "If you're thinking the life of a submissive is all about not having to make decisions, about sex and fun and such, you are in for a big shock. I'm going easy on you. A true master or mistress, would not have used your uncle's running shoes or their hand to punish you. They would have gotten a paddle or a whip or would have used some other form of punishment. What I am doing is giving you a very small taste of what it's like to be a slave to someone. Right now, Molly, there is nothing I can't do to you."

Molly and Olivia locked eyes for a moment and Molly could see the seriousness of Olivia's statement and for the first time since she had been given her first shot of the SLuT formula, Molly began to question whether this was really the life she wanted. Molly broke eye contact with Olivia, turned back to face the front and looked down at her knees.

Olivia didn't torment Molly until they turned onto the street that led directly to Dave's apartment.

"Molly, as soon as we get into the master's apartment, you are to remove all of your clothes. Once you are naked, you are to go to the middle of the living room, get on your knees, sit back on your heels, place your hands behind your back, thrust out your chest, look straight ahead and stay there until either myself or the master give you other orders. Understood?"

"Mistress, yes, mistress."

Dave mentally kicked himself when his cock leapt at the idea of Molly, naked, submissive and on her knees. Visions of his cock in her mouth, or pushing her down onto her hands and knees and fucking her doggy-style shot through his brain. No matter what he did though, his cock just would not go down. It remained at half staff until they reached the apartment. Dave parked the car and the three of them climbed out.

"Molly," Olivia shouted as soon as they were out of the car. "Stay where you are." Olivia circled around the car and moved up beside Molly. "You are to walk about two steps behind me and the master and to the master's left side. Understood?"

"Yes, mistress."

"That's another five spankings," Olivia said coldly as she brushed by Molly, took Dave's hand and headed up the sidewalk to the building entrance. Molly did her best to stay two steps behind and just a little to Dave's left. It wasn't an easy thing to do since the stairs were so narrow and Dave and Olivia went up the steps side by side with Dave's shoulder brushing against the wall.

They stopped in front of the apartment door. Dave found the key, unlocked the door and waved the ladies inside first. Olivia went first. She passed through the living room and into the hallway without looking back. Molly stepped in next, followed closely by Dave, who pushed the door shut.

As soon as the door was shut, Molly unzipped her coat, pulled it off, and tossed it onto the couch. She pulled her shirt off and tossed it on top of her jacket. She kicked off her shoes as she undid the button on her jeans. She hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and bikini and pushed both down her legs to her knees. She allowed the pants to puddle at her ankles and then stepped out of them. Using the entertainment center for support, Molly brought up a foot, pulled off the sock, and then did the same to the other. She picked up her clothes and tossed them over onto her jacket as well. She looked around, found the approximate center of the room, knelt down, sat back on her heels, put her hands behind her back, did her best to thrust her tits forward, locked her eyes on something on the wall in front of her, and did her best not to move or breathe.

Dave did his best to ignore the now naked teenager in his living room. He moved through the apartment, making sure everything was as it should be. His final stop was his own bedroom where he found Olivia kneeling on the floor beside the bed, a gray case open upon the bed with her laptop inside. The computer was booting when he circled the bed to stand behind her. Olivia seemed satisfied and shut the computer down once more.

Olivia turned to Dave. "I would like it very much, master, if you would go enjoy Molly."

"Enjoy Molly?"

"Would you prefer I say, sexually abuse?"

Dave considered this then nodded. "I think I'll go enjoy Molly."

"I'll stay here for a few moments."

Dave nodded and headed back out to the living room where Molly still knelt on the carpet. Without a word, Dave unzipped his coat, unzipped the fly of his pants, and moved in front of Molly. He reached into the fly of his pants, pulled his cock out, still at half-mast, and let it bob in front of Molly's face for a second.

"I think you know what to do," was all he said. It was all that needed to be said.

Molly's posture seemed to immediately change. She relaxed. She let out her breath, which she hadn't realized she was holding. Her arms dropped to her sides. She swallowed hard and then leaned forward and took the head of Dave's cock into her mouth, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

One of Molly's deepest, darkest secrets was that she truly loved the feel of a hard cock in her mouth. She wasn't sure why she liked it but she was honest enough to admit that she did,. She liked the feel of a cock in her mouth. She liked feeling the cock pulsing against her lips. She liked the feeling a guy shooting off in her mouth gave her. She would feel almost the same giddiness that overcame her when she did something very nice for another person just because. And she loved the taste of cum, the warmth of it on her tongue and the texture of it as it slid down her throat. These reactions actually made Molly shiver as Dave began pushing his hips forward, pushing his cock further into her mouth, then slowly pulling out.

"Oh God, he's fucking my mouth, " Molly thought. If she could have, she would have smiled.

Molly was so happy having her uncle's cock in her mouth that she didn't notice Olivia come into the living room. Olivia watched as she crossed the room to the couch where Molly's clothes lay. Olivia went through the clothes, picking out first Molly's bikini and then her jeans. She took them with her when she once again left the living room and returned to the bedrooms.

Dave was cumming in Molly's mouth when Olivia returned. Again neither Molly nor Dave paid her much attention. Olivia laid a plain gray piece of cloth where Molly's jeans had been, then moved away from the couch and waited as the pair recovered.

"Clean the master's cock," Olivia ordered.

Without pause, Molly leaned forward again and gave Dave's cock a through tongue bath as it slowly went limp in her fingers. Once finished, Dave stepped back, tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up.

"Return to your assigned position."

Molly sat back on her heels once more, her thighs were starting to ache from holding the position and the rug was killing her knees. She put her arms behind her back, thrust out her tits, lifted her chin, and locked her eyes on Dave's belt buckle which was right in front of her at that moment.

"Very good, Molly," Olivia stated. "You may stand up now."

Molly did her best to rise quickly to her feet but the soreness in her legs and knees kept her from moving too quickly.

"Come over here and bend over the couch for your punishment."

Molly hated the very idea of Olivia spanking her again but did as she was told. She moved to the center of the couch, bent down, and placed her hands flat on the middle cushion of the couch.

Olivia pushed the coffee table away from the couch to make room and positioned herself behind and slightly to one side of Molly. She then reared back and smacked Molly squarely on the ass.

"Mistress, one mistress."

"Very good, Molly. You're learning," Olivia said with a smile before bringing her hand down for another smack on the opposite butt cheek.

"Mistress, two mistress," Molly shouted as she forced herself not to cry out from the pain and forced the tears back, unwilling to give Olivia the satisfaction of making her cry.

Olivia's hand landed on Molly's cute little butt again with a loud smack!

"Mistress, three mistress."

"Master, would you care to take over?" Olivia asked.

"Sure, why not? It's been, what? A half hour or so since I smacked a pretty girl on the ass?"

Dave moved to Molly's other side, raised his hand and brought it down hard on Molly's already tender ass. Molly couldn't help herself, she cried out and the dam burst and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Dave raised his arm again and brought his hand down on her other butt cheek. Again, Molly screamed out in pain. Her arms seemed to turn to butter, her elbows gave and she nearly collapsed onto the couch, face first. Only Dave's arm wrapping around her waist kept her from collapsing. He held her up and for a moment, Molly thought it was over. Then Dave's hand impacted her ass again and Molly screamed.

"You need to count, Molly," Dave told her.

The authority in Dave's voice soaked into Molly's brain as his hand impacted her butt cheek again and she cried out yet again. She tried to count but was forced to swallow and catch her breath and missed the opportunity. Then Dave's hand came down on her ass again.

"Four, master."

"That's another five," Olivia said coldly.

Dave scowled at Olivia but the message was clear in Olivia's eyes. You promised not to question me. Dave nodded and raised his hand and once more smacked Molly's upturned ass.

"Master, five, master."

"That's only four, Molly. You miscounted so the earlier ones didn't count. Do we need to start over?"

"Mistress," Molly was forced to pause and take a breath, "no, mistress!"

"Then do it right!" Olivia said as she sat down beside Molly. She reached out, took hold of Molly's chin and forced Molly to look up at her. "This is why you always cry out when you get spanked. If you don't, your master or mistress believes they aren't hitting hard enough and they find other ways to punish you. I understand the desire not to cry out. You don't wanna give the son of a bitch the satisfaction, right? Well, part of being a slave is satisfying your master or mistress. No matter what they're doing to you. If they're spanking or paddling you, cry out. Obviously, that's what they want!"