The Sentence Chapter 4
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Anyway, to go back a couple of chapters, that's how I had known, when I announced the next Family Day, that it had been exactly eight days since Nicole and I had returned from Washington, DC. I knew because Sally was kneeling on my right, completing the second full rotation of the women. Hey, do the math! (Four women, two turns each, come on, you can do it... ) My hand was resting on the back of Sally's neck and I felt her sense of calm suddenly shattered by the thought of another Family Day.
Janey was the bare-chested daughter at this meal, her usual preening and posing forgotten in her sudden excitement. It had only been a week or so but I knew I would never quite get used to the view of her charms — nor those of Simone — gracing the dining table. But I suppose that into each of our lives a little hardship must fall. If this was a burden I was to bear, well, I suppose I could put up with it.
Almost as suddenly as I felt Sally's tension at the anticipation of the events of the Family Day, I felt her overcome with a sense of dread, a sense of isolation. I don't know how she knew what I had planned but somehow she knew it was to be a special day for Nicole and Simone and not so much for her or Janey. I wasn't sure how she figured it out as Sally had never exhibited the ability to pry into my mind like Simone could. I guess it was just woman's intuition.
It was also just as obvious, when I thought about it, that Sally had not dug into my thoughts. If she had, she would have known what I had planned for her that next day and she would have been excited, not filled with dread Interestingly enough, the one thing I did not sense from her or from Janey was jealousy.
To ease her mind and, surprisingly, Janey's sudden anxious thoughts, I continued with my announcement.
"Tomorrow's Family Day will be for all of us. I have planned something special for each one of you. And now, if you will excuse me, I have a busy day ahead."
With that, grinning secretively, I went into my office to finish the preparations for the next day. To be honest, what I had planned for Sally was what concerned me the most. I could only hope she would accept it.
Before, when I had announced a Family Day, I had had only two women trying to find out what was going on. Now I had four of them and it was nearly unbearable. Sally wore her bikini bottoms and Nicole her corset, each with the predictable and energetic, if non-productive, results. They received no information for their efforts, but they did seem to so enjoy trying. Simone and Janey both spent an extra shift at Head Time, trying to listen in on my telephone calls or perhaps bribe me with their services. I explained to them that it wouldn't work but they both did it anyway. Janey did it because she still thought she could change my mind but Simone did it because I think she was beginning to like the feel of my cock in her mouth. Maybe a bit too much, in fact. I would have to have a talk with Nicole and Sally about her. She was growing up, and fast.
The next morning came and with it came the usual packages for Nicole, Simone and Janey, laid out on their beds when they awoke. There was no package for Sally, who was devastated, but I sent a reassuring message to her across the link. I also ordered her to prepare a light breakfast for the rest of us but none for her. I also clearly specified in my message — Hell, I ordered her firmly — that she was to remain naked and barefoot while doing it and that she was to wear her slave collar the whole time.
I hadn't ordered her around much and it sparked just the right amount of fear and anticipation in her. I could tell she was moistening up already, the unknown a large factor in her excitement.
Simone and Nicole came into my office for inspection. Both had outfits similar to what Sally and Janey had worn on that first Family Day but without the baseball caps or the baseball gloves. Their shorts were way too short, as were the T-shirts. Simone had an amused smile on her face, almost enjoying the cock-teasing attire. Nicole, on the other hand, was horrified.
"Lawrence, you cannot expect me to wear this in public. What will people think?"
I gazed at her in silence for a while, a small question on my face, letting her think about what she had just said. As the silence grew longer, it suddenly dawned on her that it didn't matter what other people thought. It only mattered what I, her Master, thought. I could tell by the blanched color of her face the second she realized what she had done.
"Come over here, Nicole," I said quietly.
She came to stand a few inches from my knee. They had all learned not to hesitate to come when I asked. I picked up a pair of scissors from my desk and deliberately and carefully cut off another healthy strip from the bottom of her T-shirt. When I was done, she could not move without exposing her nipples.
"There! I think that should about do it. That is, unless you have anything else you'd like to say?"
Her face had changed from ashen to flaming red, but she said nothing.
Simone piped up, "Papa, I don't think I could bear to wear this either!"
I looked at her in amused silence as she strode over to my other side, her chest proudly thrust out, her hardened nipples visible through the thin cloth. Somehow, I didn't think she was nearly as embarrassed as her mother. In fact, if the sense of laughter and joy coming over the link was any indication, she was thoroughly looking forward to vamping it up today. Janey must have talked with her.
Regardless of her motivation, I solemnly and carefully trimmed a little of the scarce fabric from the bottom of her shirt as well. Then I swatted her on her cute little bottom, sending her squealing back to her mother's side, her lovely tits flashing in and out of view the entire way.
"Today you both will act in a provocative manner. It is what I wish."
"Janey said that they got to act like real sluts. Is that what you want?" Simone asked.
"Close, but not quite. Don't proposition any men. Or women. And don't get me arrested for pimping, OK?"
That brought a smile of relief from Nicole, who, I finally realized, was actually concerned about how far she was to go. That she had actually been ready to prostitute herself for me if I wished it unnerved me somehow, almost making me rethink the activities of the day. Almost.
I sent them scampering and flouncing into the kitchen for their breakfasts. I went in to see how Janey was coming along, stopping first to retrieve something from my safe.
Janey's outfit was loosely based on that of a chauffeur. Very loosely. OK. It was black and she had a cap. There was a vest but no blouse, so most of her luscious tits were exposed. It buttoned securely across her upper tummy and forced her breasts together and upward to emphasize their fullness. Not that they needed to be emphasized, mind you, but she looked spectacular wearing it. The color and the cut were perfect.
Her shorts, cut high on the hip, were tight enough to have been painted on and the extra appliances sewn into the crotch would be constant reminders of her feminine anatomy throughout the day. They would irritate and stimulate but not overly arouse her. I figured I would probably have to take additional binding measures tonight to make sure she didn't rape me or some other hapless male.
Black shiny leather boots came to above her mid-thigh, leaving just a narrow band of soft sensitive flesh between the tops of the boots and her crotch. The 4-inch heels would make her tasks for the day a bit more difficult, but I couldn't resist what they added to the package.
She looked up at me wryly as I entered her room. She knew better than to complain or question me, but she didn't look like she was uncomfortable. She was, however, clearly puzzled and curious about what she would be doing. As I looked her over, I saw she looked like a cross between a chauffeur and a dominatrix. Like I said, perfect!
She was even more puzzled when I held out my hand and she saw what I was carrying. It was her pistol, loaded and ready to go.
"And just where am I supposed to carry that?" she asked, just a little sarcastically.
"Come here, and I'll show you."
Brazenly, the little vamp strutted over to me, her chest thrust out, her tits all but spilling out of the tight vest. When she stopped, she was so close her nipples were brushing against my chest.
Without saying a word I reached around behind her. Pulling up and back on the waistband of her tight shorts, I slipped the deadly little gun into the small of her back. The bottom hem of the vest dipped down just enough to cover that spot when she was standing, hiding the pistol.
The extra bulk of the gun had the effect of tightening her shorts even more than they were before, driving the small devices in the crotch into extremely intimate contact with her sensitized genitalia. I watched as her eyes widened in alarm, then sort of glazed over as she was unable to move away from the constant irritation. She leaned into me, resting her forehead on my chest as she gathered her wits about her once more.
While she was quiet, I sent her a picture of what I wanted her to do today. She was to drive the limo for the rest of us. I outlined the itinerary, much abbreviated from what we had done the first Family Day and the route she was to take.
When she was clear with that, I then sent her the next part of her assignment. As the message sunk in, I felt the link between us tighten as she suddenly focused all her energies on what I was telling her. I kept my arms loosely around her as she came to grips with what it was I was telling her to do but I could feel, more than see, her grin as she understood. I don't know if she ever knew the relief that I felt at receiving her consensus.
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