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A Bet To Lose, Chapter 26 free porn video
What surprised Heather the most was that it only took one trip to move her
children's stuff. Computer equipment? No problem for Richard to carry,
although Zoe insisted on babysitting the monitors to make sure they
wouldn't get scratched. Clothes, of all sorts? Neatly folded up, mostly in
boxes already. Zoe's collectibles easily fit in the trunk. Toys, other
children's stuff? Heather should have known they'd only want some of it,
the stuff that they actually had good memories of. The rest, well, from
yard sales it had come, to a yard sale - or, failing that, a dumpster - it
would go. Furniture? Susie's brothers had left their furniture behind when
they'd moved out, and as both Zoe and Richard could attest, it was higher
quality and there was more of it. Heather had bought her children 'gamer'
chairs a few years back at a government surplus warehouse, but of course
they were actually office swivelchairs and nowhere near as comfy as what
Richard had available and really wanted to be sitting in. (It crossed
Richard's mind that he could actually get a real high-end gamer chair if
he wanted to.)
Heather reminded herself that they were simply moving a mile up the hill.
She would see them regularly, for her grandchild if nothing else, and
there would certainly be paperwork that she'd have to sign to get them
into their new elite school. This was a release, an understanding, not a
real goodbye. If something went wrong, they could always move back in,
although she knew that was never going to happen. Besides, they were still
legally living with her, so she would still get their mail; there were
potential legal issues with unsupervised teenagers living with some other
largely unsupervised teenager, but as Robert and Willa had bluntly and
professionally pointed out shortly before going home, the government
largely didn't care and simply didn't have to know. Heather was just glad
that Fatima was next door; that woman's quasi-parental duties simply
consisted of paying bills (not even pocket change to that family) and
buying food for one person wasn't much different than buying for three.
There might actually be four, depending on what Leslie and her parents
did. From the brief conversation she'd had with Willa and Robert, that
sounded like simply a matter of time, but the girl would first have to be
healed and mentally prepared for a more independent life, something that
her friends had significantly helped her with.
Caroline and Leslie were still in the living room, watching funny Youtube
videos with Susie on her big screen; the adults had had a brief
conversation with the girls and left satisfied. Heather's children gave
her a deep hug after they finished bringing their stuff in. She'd expected
the hug from Richard, but a loving hug from Zoe signified to Heather that
her daughter had genuinely forgiven her for what she'd done previously,
the actions and even beliefs that she could barely even bear thinking
about after all that had happened. She left with a satisfied smile on her
face, proud that things had turned out this way when they could have
turned out very horribly worse.
"Well, there she goes, looks like he's all yours now, Susie," Caroline
said. "Did you get any heavy rope? I'm sure you've got some duct tape
somewhere." Richard grimaced, Zoe just shook her head, and Leslie and
Susie turned to stare at her, Leslie with her mouth partway open and Susie
with her face scrunched up. Abruptly, Caroline burst out in uncomfortable
laughter. "I'm kidding, did you really take that seriously?! Geez..."
"Of course not, duct tape hurts coming off and it's way easier to use thin
rope," Susie casually said, and no one was sure if she was joking or not.
"But right now, he has to go change and start putting stuff away," she
said, and Ricky pulled his rainbow outfit (medium heels) out of a box at
once, heading to an upstairs room to change out of his yucky boy clothes
and into something more appropriate for a sweetheart like him. "What did
you guys want to do today?"
"Mindy said it was okay for me to go swimming," Leslie said immediately.
"But I forgot my bathing suit." Susie's big announcement had occupied most
of her thoughts, especially since she'd had no idea how to react.
"Same here," Caroline added. "Really should have one in the car when I'm
around you guys."
"It's okay, nobody can see into our pool," Susie said, and there was a
brief wave of not-quite-awkwardness when the other girls realized that
they actually didn't have a problem skinny-dipping with each other or even
with Richard. "I planned on staying in today anyway," she added, but that
much was very obvious for multiple reasons. "We can go to the Y tomorrow."
Caroline checked her phone. "Well, if we're going to do this, let's do it
now," she said. "Forecast is a thunderstorm later."
"Haven't had that in a while," Zoe noted.
"You go on ahead," Susie said. "I need to tell Ricky where to put stuff."
The other girls looked at each other and smiled, having their own ideas of
what other things she might tell him, and Richard came down the stairs in
his pretty outfit while Caroline and Zoe were helping Leslie get undressed
in the bathroom.
"You're rooming with me, computers go in there," she told him as he
started picking up a box, gesturing to the room her father had been using
as an office.
Richard was a bit confused. He knew that he would have no privacy from
Susie no matter where he was or what he did, and he was more than okay
with that fact. But the other way around? "You don't mind not having your
own room?"
"Of course I have my own room. I'm just adding a new piece of equipment,"
she casually, quietly said with a slight smile, stroking his cheek with a
gentle hand, and he smiled in return.
There was only one more thing that irked him, and if he were still with
his mother, he would have really complained. "And you don't want my
computer in there?"
"Ricky, if you want to use a computer in other rooms, I'll get you a
laptop," she replied dismissively. "Don't you and Zoe play games
together?" Richard could have kicked himself; of course his princess - no,
queen - was right. Phone for light stuff, laptop for casual stuff, tower -
and he'd have to get that upgraded, too - for crushing pitiful mortals
beneath his heels. He didn't need porn or weird, questionable, fetishy
websites anymore. That entire part of his life was gone, replaced by her.
"You're right, Your Majesty," he admitted. smiling a bit and looking down
at his boots.
She chuckled lightly. She had been thinking of what to say to him,
possibly giving him a list of rules, but she didn't actually want to do
things like that. They'd made their promises to each other a while ago.
She wanted him to act sweetly and be cute for her and do everything she
needed him to do. Controlling his behavior too precisely - micromanaging
him - was a hideous waste of both their lives and reminded her of
situations she'd despised.
She was also reminded of a conversation she'd had with Fatima. Her aunt
had told her, in no uncertain terms, that males do not really change, and
that anything he did, he would keep on doing. Susie had taken that advice
in a different way: Everything she told him to do, he'd keep on doing.
They weren't temporarily, occasionally pretending to be mistress and
servant; they actually had that relationship, and so it was up to her to
actually make it work, for both of them. She wanted him to skip around
whenever possible, keep his hair in pigtails, and generally act like a
happy little sissy. She did not want him questioning himself or being
nervous around her. "Now be a good boy, get this stuff set up, and finish
unpacking, I don't want to see stuff left out. You may join us once you've
gotten everything working." That was the sort of command Susie felt most
comfortable giving, and she gave her obedient husband a kiss before going
into a bathroom to strip.
The clothes were easy enough; he'd left most of his own stuff still on the
hangers, so it was just a couple minutes of unfolding. Zoe, he decided,
wouldn't really appreciate him going through her things, so he just took
them up to her room; decorating it with all her knick-knacks was her
business anyway. Richard realized just how few items he actually cared
about, especially compared to his sister. He'd never earned trophies,
never really played sports, never had a skateboard or a bicycle. He knew
that Susie and Zoe would get him things more appropriate to his new
lifestyle, and he smiled at the thought.
The computers were the trickiest part, but apparently Susie and probably
Caroline had cleared some space, so it was straightforward to plug things
into power outlets and into each other. Richard had gotten so used to
doing things in heels that he'd entirely forgotten he was wearing them as
he moved things around.
Power plugs, cords, all good, and oh, there was the router, he could use
Ethernet cables and not have to worry about wi-fi, but where was the
modem? Some other boy might have decided that it didn't matter, that as
long as it worked, it was fine, especially when his wife was skinny-
dipping in the swimming pool, but Richard was not the sort of person who
could leave a mystery unsolved. He followed the cable directly into the
wall, where he could tell it curved downward. Basement, then. He walked
past Susie's pool table and opened a closet, which was full of things he
didn't recognize, but contained what he was looking for: a cable modem,
which had two Ethernet ports, one of which went to the cable in the
ceiling, and the other went to... "What the fuck?" Richard asked aloud.
The thing he was staring at looked expensive and somewhat older. Coaxial
cables extended from it and snaked up into the wall. He'd left his phone
upstairs, so he scampered back up on his heels to his computer, where he
tested his connectivity by searching for what he'd just found: a DVR-based
security system. Wait, why? What? Did she know... no, of course she
couldn't have, otherwise she would never have ever given him the commands
she did. Richard shook off his confusion; there was only one explanation
that made any sense, and yet somehow it made no sense at all.
He rushed out to the pool, still taking quick steps in his heels. "Susie!"
he yelled, choosing not to use the honorific because he didn't know who
could hear him. Naked, she swam towards him, and he kneeled down to talk
to her. "Your Majesty, you've got to see this," he said hurriedly. Susie
looked at his face, which showed that he really wasn't screwing with her
and that this wasn't anything good.
"What's up?" Zoe asked as he helped her out of the pool.
"Just let her see this first," Richard said, and Susie hurriedly dried
herself off to follow him downstairs, the hardwood floor annoyingly cold
against her bare feet. She almost said something like 'This better be
important' but that would have been stupid. It was obviously important.
"You never knew about the security system, did you?" Richard asked,
showing it to her, and she had no idea what she was looking at.
"The only security system we have is a break-in alarm, that's it," Susie
told him quietly, knowing that had to be wrong.
"No, this is a camera system, and it's going out to the cable modem, which
means it's not part of the local network," he said, gesturing to each part
in turn. Susie drew in a breath, her thoughts working furiously. She
considered the idea that Richard was playing a prank on her, but there was
no way even he could have set something like that up. That was real
equipment, there was no way he was mistaken. "It has to be your dad, maybe
your aunt. There's nobody else," he continued.
"I'm calling him," she said immediately, running up to fetch her phone,
her boyfriend following her. A frustrating wait of fifteen seconds later,
and the connection finally went through. "Hi, Dad. Where are the cameras?"
Susie asked point-blank in Farsi.
There was a hesitation, and the hesitation was too long for it to be mere
communication delay. "They're outside," he said eventually, in the same
language. "They cover every area outside. None of them point inward! You
have your privacy." But that still meant...
"You knew about Richard," she replied, and Richard looked at her because
his name was all he understood of the sentence. Then he realized he didn't
need a translation; her tone of voice said it all. Majid had known the
whole time. He just hadn't cared as much as he had about other things.
"I did know. I saw the first day he came here, and I was aware of the way
you cleverly avoided the truth. I wondered what sort of boy would compel
you to do such a thing." He chuckled. "It seems I judged him well. I'd
hidden that for years, and he found it out within hours."
Susie laughed a bit. "He found it out as soon as he started hooking things
up," she replied. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
A deep and fatherly sigh came from the other side of the phone. "I should
have," he admitted. "But I wanted to make sure you were safe. That's all.
That's why I did all that I did, over your whole life. Nothing else."
"I believe you, Dad," Susie replied. There was no point in being angry,
not when her father had done exactly what she'd predicted and hoped he
would do. "Do you mind if I turn it off for you? I want Richard to take it
over." She was certain he would agree to that, and he did. It had become
her house, after all. They exchanged pleasantries before Susie hung up;
Majid was glad his daughter didn't hate him for his deception, and Susie
was glad that he had never hated her for hers.
"What was that all about?" Zoe asked, naked and dripping the occasional
drop onto Susie's carpet. (That was yet another stark point in Richard's
life; his sister and girlfriend were both walking around completely naked
in front of him, and nobody cared.)
"Ricky found some wires to some cameras downstairs. Turns out my dad's
been looking outside of the house the whole time. The whole time, he
knew," she said in bafflement, gesturing to Richard's dress.
"Oh my God. Holy shit. Kind of explains why he was okay with you being by
yourself so much." Zoe shook her head. "I thought your first day
officially living together would be more 'Yes, Mistress' and less...
this," Zoe said.
"SO DID WE!" Richard and Susie replied at the exact same time, and they
looked at each other and laughed. "Ricky, I don't even care if you're done
setting things up, take off your clothes, get your sunblock on, and get
into the pool with me right now," Susie ordered him, and that was a
command he was very eager to obey.
Skinny-dipping, Richard found out, was easier for girls than boys.
Caroline was fine, casually floating in the water and looking up at the
partially cloud-obscured sun. Zoe and Leslie were fine, even though Leslie
was holding onto the side of the shallow end while Zoe was carefully
holding her. Susie was fine, swimming as her boyfriend followed - he was
having absolutely no problem keeping up anymore - but he was having a very
unique problem among the group, a problem that kind of came and went over
time but was caused by being so close to his naked, beautiful queen, a
problem that he was hoping was mostly obscured by the water and the
splashing they were doing. She swam up to him and kissed him more than
once, and that was the first time she'd ever made a problem of his worse.
He thought that the other girls must have noticed, and gave a furtive
glance in their direction, but then he realized that his thinking had been
entirely self-centered. Caroline visibly didn't care, and Zoe and Leslie
were in the middle of - he turned away immediately. Leslie was at the
shallow end of the pool, one hand on the rim, and one hand of Zoe's was
holding her up. It was what their other hands were doing that would have
been uncouth for Richard to watch. 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous,'
Richard thought, not even sure where he'd heard that term from. There was
a word for this, what was it? Oh, right. Decadent. All five of them were
well and happily decadent, beyond all external morals or social reproach.
And that was exactly how his queen liked it. She set the tone and the
standards, she set the expectations and the morals. It was her house and
her word was law, and none of the Squad had any problem with that.
They spent an hour in the pool, teasing each other, splashing as they
swam. The clouds started to slowly roll in, the wind started blowing, and
Caroline was the first to say that it was probably a good idea to get in
soon. Susie told the others to go on ahead without them, and Richard
watched as Caroline and Zoe helped Leslie out, both of them holding her to
help her walk.
Susie swam up behind him and lightly kissed him on the back of the neck,
reaching forward between his legs and then spinning around to face him.
And then she was kissing him and holding him, and he was kissing her and
holding her, and then she began solving his recurring problem, right there
in the pool, as thunder boomed from a long way off and a light drizzle
started gently dripping as she mounted him, his legs wrapped around him
and her sex firmly engulfing his as they kissed. The moment Richard
emptied himself inside her - and her whole body shuddered in delight just
as he did - they both began laughing, swimming and wading through the pool
as quickly as possible before it started getting serious, grabbing their
towels on the way in and then exchanging them for towels that were
actually dry.
By the time they were done drying each other off and getting dressed, her
in a lavender housedress and him back in his rainbow dress and heels, the
other three were clothed and on the couch, having returned to Susie's
television to watch more cute animal videos. Mostly rabbits, this time,
with the occasional chinchilla and some weird animal called a viscacha.
"You got back just in time," Caroline said, gesturing in the direction of
the pool. The rain had begun to start pouring down, the occasional rumble
of thunder even more audible. "We could go for some snacks, if you've got
anything like that."
"I've got some stuff," Susie said. "I'll get it. Hey, Ricky, go into that
closet and pull out the white rug," she told him, and he was curious just
what she'd want a rug for. It was rolled up, long, and decently heavy, but
he had little problem carrying it on his shoulder even in his heels. Susie
came back to the couch carrying a big bowl of dried fruit, setting it on
the table. "All right, Ricky, roll it over us," she told him, and he
understood immediately. This long rug was to be used as a group blanket.
They sat there, the five of them, happily snuggled as a group under the
very soft texture, watching small animals hop around as the lightning
raged outside and gusts of wind pushed against the thick windows. Richard
hoped there wouldn't be a power outage, or even worse, some kind of surge,
but of course her house was very well protected against such things.
"Susie, thank you for everything," Zoe said between videos. "I don't know
if I ever said that. Thank you for letting me live here, thank you for
taking care of Ricky. I just really needed to say that."
Susie, sitting next to her, gave her sister-in-law a light peck on the
cheek. "You're welcome. And thank you, Zoe. Thank you for giving me him."
Richard snuggled into his dominant girlfriend happily, his legs a bit
tired from swimming and his testicles well and truly drained. He smiled
widely, loving the sensations of everything around him. His pretty dress
and cute shoes, the very gentle pull of his pigtails, the soft rug
covering them all, his warm girlfriend next to him, the faint smell of
chlorine lingering on them all, the taste of the fruits (he absolutely
loved dates and banana chips both), the furious but muffled sounds of the
storm outside, the cute and fluffy animals that the girls enjoyed so much.
And the fluffy animal that jumped on top of the rug, Whiskers stretching
and claiming his place.
He wanted to stay just like that for a long while, and fortunately, the
others did too. They were all aching somewhat from swimming, even Leslie,
who was alert and very sure that she hadn't been overdoing it. She got a
text, her parents asking how she was doing and how Susie and Ricky were
enjoying married life, and she answered with a wide-angle selfie. Robert
and Willa had been expecting many things, but her daughter sharing a couch
with her friends under a single long, soft rug was not among them.
Richard had expected the thunderstorm to peter out quickly - it was a
summer storm, after all - but it lingered for hours, the rain continuously
coming down in sheets. Leslie said that she had to go to the bathroom, and
then Susie told Richard that he needed to finish setting stuff up, which
took surprisingly little effort. He laughed at the end result. They'd
still be sitting in office chairs, but they were the leather kind and not
the government surplus kind.
Zoe decided that she wanted Leslie to see her room, and she and Caroline
managed to help her up the stairs. Zoe looked at the boxes sitting in her
room and figured that Richard had made the right call in not messing with
her stuff. "Hey, you want to decide where to put these?" she asked. Leslie
brightened up at the idea. She was getting better, she knew she was
getting better, but just being asked about things, what to do and the best
way to do it, made her feel included more than anything else, and with
something this important to Zoe, she absolutely wanted to be included. She
and Caroline helped Zoe decorate her room, offering advice and suggestions
about what else might look good in there.
Susie decided to stay out of it. Instead, she went to the former office,
where Richard was making sure Zoe's computer could get to the Internet
properly. "You've got it working?"
"I think so," Richard said. Yup, her computer could get to websites. Next
up was dealing with the security system, but he'd need to get some long
cable to hook that up.
"Good boy." She leaned in with a smile, still smelling of chlorine and a
little bit like a rug that had been left in a closet for a while. "How do
you like officially being my pet?" she asked him, whispering in his ear.
"I love being your pet, Your Majesty," he quietly admitted. "I want to be
your pet forever."
She played with his pigtails a little bit, giggling, and gently turned him
around in the swivelchair to face her. "Good, because that's how it is.
Now, if you really misbehave, do you know what I'll do to you?"
"Spank me, Your Majesty?"
She folded her arms and turned her nose in the air. "Of course not. If
you're really bad, I'll take away all your pretty clothes and leave you
with nothing but regular boy stuff to wear."
Richard gasped theatrically, putting his hands to his face in a nervous,
intimidated look. "Oh no, Your Majesty! Please don't take my pretty
dresses away! Anything but that! I promise I'll be good!" This was exactly
the sort of response she'd expected, but it still gave her a deep sense of
satisfaction to hear it.
Smiling, she bent over and kissed him gently. "I know you will. Let's get
dinner started. I want to do something fancy."
They did something fancy, a dish made out of several other dishes,
proportioned and divided for the five of them. If the thing with the pork
had been a pop quiz, this was a final exam. Still, he wasn't being told to
prepare it alone - he couldn't have unless he'd managed to bifuricate
himself - and it was mouthwateringly delicious even before it was
finished.
Richard was unique, or close to it, in many, many ways. Not many people
his age were willing to enjoy the things he did, and vanishingly few had
the combination of attributes and good luck that made them ever able to,
but he was probably the only thirteen-year-old in the world who not only
understood high-society table manners but understood how they'd come
about. Food this good demanded ritual. The meal that he and Susie had put
together was the sort of thing to be served at the sort of table where the
plates had two forks next to them, although they hadn't gone quite that
far.
What they were doing was serving the food in a very genteel way, setting
out plates and cups, being particularly attentive to Leslie's meal because
she needed to eat things that she might have a hard time chewing;
fortunately, Zoe was there to make things easier, and a few times, Zoe fed
the smaller girl outright. Caroline's father texted her midway through,
and she replied by telling him that she could come home that night but
probably shouldn't because of the slick roads left behind by the passing
rain. He saw through that flimsy excuse easily, but a few texts back and
forth - and a picture of the food - and he definitely understood why
Caroline kept wanting to spend time there.
They whiled away the rest of the day talking about subjects of no
importance. When Richard was younger, he'd never understood the appeal,
never grasped how adults could just sit around and talk, and talk, and
talk. Now that he was actually part of the conversations, he grasped it,
even if the girls still occasionally confused him. Leslie sent her own
text to her parents, and Robert and Willa agreed that Leslie was free to
stay the night - but two nights in a row was still too much, especially on
a Sunday when her parents would want to spend some time with her.
"It's been a long day," Susie said, although it really hadn't, and she
took her pet by the hand and led him upstairs, the other girls smirking as
they watched the two of them go. Bath time, first; the chlorine smell,
although faint, was getting old. The other girls decided to leave the two
of them alone, Caroline going into one bathroom to shower while Zoe went
over Leslie and herself with a showerhead.
The two of them washed each other as they had many times before, and
Richard found it funny in a way. Susie washed him because owners wash
their pets, and he washed Susie because servants attend their mistresses.
He obediently dried her hair and let her dry his, and then he picked up
their clothes and put them into the hamper before heading to their room.
"Let's get you ready for bed," she said with a smile. She put him into his
thick diaper and crinkly plastic pants before sliding up and zipping up
his footed unicorn jammies. She tied his mittens on with big bows and then
tied his wrists and ankles to her bedposts, leaving some slack as she had
before, and then she decided that he'd be even cuter with his pacifier in.
Suckling happily, he smiled around it, emotionally secure in the knowledge
that his queen was more than satisfied with him. That was what he cared
about, and at the moment, it was all he cared about. If she was happiest
with him being diapered and tied up, then that's how he would be.
She hadn't yet dressed herself for bed, and so, slowly and right in front
of him, she put on her silky pajamas with nothing underneath, wiggling her
hips just to be silly and letting him watch every move, knowing exactly
how much she was teasing him. She pulled up the sheet and light blanket
and cuddled him like a big plushie, an enormous smile on her face. She had
him, right where she wanted him, right where he belonged. The world's best
possible sissy and submissive husband, and he was officially all hers
forever, with no more parents in the way. She could tie him up, make him
totally helpless, command him to do anything at all (and the range of
things he would do for her was actually kind of scary). Some rich girls
wanted ponies. Susie had gotten something better.
They stayed like that for about five minutes, with him in a blissful haze
and her feeling like she was missing something. What was wrong? She could
cuddle him in his soft pajamas... oh, of course. He couldn't cuddle back
like that, so she untied his arms from the posts. "Hold me," she ordered
him, and he did, all night long.
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