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Their customer was a little early. He looked like the typical All-American businessman. He was in his mid to late forties and wearing Polo and khakis like he was going to the Country Club. He locked his door and looked around the neighborhood as if wondering if his hubcaps would be safe.
“You are at the right place,” Brock said.
“I am looking for Melanie and her sister?” the man said.
“Are you Kirk?” Brock asked.
The man nodded as if he didn’t want to say his name out loud.
“I have an appointment with Melanie,” Kirk felt the need to explain why he was there to Brock, but he didn’t think he should tell him any more than that. Brock was used to men looking past him for who was really in charge.
“Yes, I know all about it. I told her to text you,” Brock said.
He hadn’t instructed his mother to text Kirk. Melanie and Savannah had so much spontaneous fun during George’s visit that they developed a similar roleplay for first-time visitors to the trailer. They had evolved their game through trial and error to seem more plausible and ring true.
The girls had developed a couple little roleplays for Uber driving, stripping, or when guys came over for in-call play, but this was by far Melanie’s favorite because it was the most truthful and cathartic for her.
“Yes, sir, I am in here!” she began nervously from inside the center cage. Her sister on her left and Savannah on her right.
“Wow, if I didn’t see it for my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it,” Kirk said.
“I told you we should have texted him a picture,” Nicole said to her sister.
“Jesus, look at this guy’s face. I told you this was way too extreme for what we did,” Savannah said.
Melanie’s role was her favorite repentant mother character. She played that role all the time at home when she wasn’t Dimbo the Bimbo or the permissive Uber driving slut.
Nicole’s role was that of the wild Aunt, who would do anything for a thrill. She’d act like she’d fuck a porcupine if it could tickle her fancy. Nicole had slowly let go of her inhibitions when she first arrived three weeks ago, but once the flood gates starting to crack, she let them all go. She didn’t have to act all that hard to pull off this role.
Savannah’s role was that of the sassy daughter who would do what her mother told her, but she was a skeptical smart-ass. She wasn’t roleplaying anything. She just acted totally natural. The only lie she was allowed to tell was that she was also Brock’s sister.
They had been able to upgrade to a RAV/4, which was big enough for all three of them to be in the car and still pick up riders. A week ago, they had fucked this guy’s brains out while messing with his head. They started small by asking Kirk to judge which slut had the prettiest knees. Nicole spread her legs, and the other girls said that wasn’t fair and spread their legs as well. The girls worked him until he was ready to tip four hundred bucks to fuck the shit out of them.
Melanie sometimes rode with just Nicole or Savannah, but occasionally, she rode alone. A few days ago, she texted Kirk and asked if he wanted a quick ride anywhere. Kirk agreed, and she let him fuck her in the ass in the parking lot of a Burlington Coat Factory for a hundred dollars.
Brock and Jonathon had recently helped her use a scheduling app on her phone to remind her of who to text and when. Naturally, he double-checked to make sure his mother never missed a single text. Last night she texted the same thing to three different guys very similar to Kirk.
Hi, I know we’ve only hooked up a few times. It’s been hot and fun, and there are no strings attached. The thing is I’ve been a little out of control lately. A LOT out of control. I’ve been cock-crazy. My sister dared me to flash my tits and offer to suck your dick the moment she saw you. I couldn’t help myself. There was just something about you,”
The text began. It was a generic cut and paste they had written together. If the guy wrote back anything positive, they would send the rest.
“I am glad you feel that way! Things came to a head recently. I realized that I was rude, crude, and making all these bad choices. I’ve made a difficult decision, but my daughter and sister support it. We need someone to make rules for us and discipline us,” they would stop there.
If the guy wrote back anything volunteering to do it, they would continue with the following.
“We already found a master. We have two masters, actually. They laid out strict new rules for us. They made us confess every dirty little fantasy and fetish that turns us on. We told them every dirty, nasty thing we did this past week. Everything that made us cum. I told them I pleasured myself thinking about the times we were together,” they would say.
The guy would almost always be incredibly flattered. They would continue.
“Our Masters instructed me to text you an invitation to our place so that we can apologize and demonstrate our new domestic discipline plan. It isn’t much, but the address is 34 Seminole Street in the Buckman Trailer Park. I know you probably think I am crazy, but this is really helping us, I’d like a chance to see you again and maybe fuck you at least one more time?”
Naturally, the guy would be on the hook. Melanie would make it clear that the rest had to be texted through their master since they no longer controlled their own schedule or handled their own money. They would provide Brock’s number. Brock would schedule it and make it clear that he would appreciate meeting them. He’d say how, after he heard how they were treated, he wanted to give the girls a chance to REALLY pleasure them.
The men would usually say they liked how the girls treated them, but Brock would give them the impression they’d be getting the royal treatment. He’d make it clear in his text message that the show was free. “They were rude to you. It will do them some good to look you in the eye and show you what they are learning. I think you’ll like it,” he’d say. He’d make it clear that the minimum tip he expected was two hundred dollars to use the girls. The girls had already pretty much ensured this person wasn’t law enforcement through multiple sexual encounters through Uber. As an extra precaution, Brock always said 200 roses and told the men to set the tip on the table and not hand it to him.
Kirk set two hundred dollars on the table and licked his lips. He observed three naked ladies wiggling their asses like bright-eyed puppies eager to be adopted and taken home.
“I have to admit that when I texted you today, I thought you’d be a little older,” he said as he looked at the pretty naked women in cages. He was afraid someone might be planning to whack him in the back of the head and steal his wallet. This all seemed way too good to be true.
“You are exactly the way mom described you when she told me about you,” Brock would say. He was lying. He had said that to every guy who showed up at his door.
“Melanie, is your Mom?” Kirk was stunned. He noticed Jonathon, and after a short but awkward introduction to their Masters, it was Melanie’s turn for a dramatic soliloquy.
Jonathon opened Melanie’s cage and attached a leash to her collar. He walked her out on all fours to Kirk. He ordered her to squat in front of him with her legs spread and explain why she invited him there.
In the meantime, Brock was letting Nicole and Savannah out of the cage. Savannah offered herself as a footstool reluctantly to Brock while he sat on the couch with Kirk and listened to his mother tell her story. Nicole waited on everyone bringing them drinks from the fridge.
Melanie had practiced this story many times. It was based on the one she said to Nicole that fateful first night when she was trying to convince her to run away as fast as she could. Nicole stayed for two reasons. The first was that she genuinely had run out of options and drunk on two bottles of wines; she was in no mood to leave. The second and most important reason she didn’t leave the next morning was that what Melanie had told her rang so true and applied to her own life.
“My old life was like a Band-Aid that had to come off, Sir. I’ve known it for a long time,” Melanie would list off mistakes that were painfully true. She told Kirk that she started swinging with her husband and then tried to transform herself into the Bimbo her husband left her for. She told him how she couldn’t hold down any normal jobs because she was lazy, selfish, and ill-tempered. She started driving Uber. Melanie left out the part about Brock’s bullies and joining the Warlocks. She said that she encouraged her sister to start dancing with her at the landing strip.
At this point, Nicole would say something about how she loved stripping. “I can get away with all sorts of freaky shit there!”
Her son would slap her ass and make her shut up.
This was a test to gauge the guy’s interest. Usually, the man was very intrigued because the hard slap always made Nicole contrite and considerate again. It never seemed abusive or cruel in that context.
“Then we took Savannah out of school and started bringing her with us dancing and driving Uber! I am such a bad mom!” Melanie had bent the truth a little in how the events had unfolded, but she did feel she was a bad mother.
“That is why I decided to surrender my parental authorities. Master Brock and Master Jonathon are the only ones who keep the groceries stocked, the light bill paid.
“If it were up to us, we’d spend everything on Margaritas and quaaludes!” Nicole admitted, and that was true in her case. Jonathon made her crawl over to him and hang her tits in front of him. He would smack both.
Usually, at this point, the guys would say something like Kirk did. “Don’t you think that is a little extreme?” he asked.
“That is what I told her, Sir!” Savannah would always agree with him.
“Footstools, don’t talk!” Brock slapped her ass with a ping pong paddle on both cheeks.
Savannah yelped and silently seethed.
“A week ago, when you met me, I had asked Master Brock and Master Jonathon to take over the household budget, scheduling us to go out driving Uber, making sure we made it to the club on time. We were still acting like total cunts all the time,” Melanie admitted.
“What is wrong with being a cunt?” Savannah asked defiantly, and her answer was a firm swat across the cunt-lips by Brock.
“I watched some videos on Domestic Discipline and read about it. I knew that if choices were taken away from me, and I had real consequences, then I wouldn’t be tempted to be mischevious. I am a natural bitch, sir, and I’ve only encouraged my daughter to be just like me. I knew we had to do something extreme if we were going to change. At first, I asked Master Brock to take charge of me at home,” she said.
That was Master Brock’s cue to start putting the girls through their demonstrations.
He made them crawl, sit-up, pant, beg, rollover. He ordered Savannah to bring a bowl of marshmallows and join the other girls on the floor. He let Kirk through marshmallows and make the girls compete to catch them with their mouths while they remained on the floor.
“As you can see, it wasn’t sexual, but it was humiliating to be treated like a house pet, and that helped make me less of a narcissist, Sir” Melanie continued her explanation at appropriate transitions.
“Oh c’mon mom, our tits are dragging the ground, and are cunts are spread! It is sexual!” Savannah protested while holding her mouth open wide for a marshmallow.
“The discipline has an element of using our sexuality to keep us in line. If I fuck a dildo, then I am the one in control. I choose how deep it goes up my cunt, I choose how fast or slow I fuck it. It does whatever I want,” Melanie remained on all fours and offered her cunt to Kirk. She handed him a purple Dildo with a handle on it. It had grips on it like it was designed for a Klingon woman.
Kirk didn’t wait to be told what to do. He slid the dildo into her pussy. Melanie would have let him shove it up her ass if he had wanted. Kirk chose a slow and sensual approach instead.
“You see? You are in control of my pussy now. You can decide if I have an orgasm, or you can deny me one and make me beg. My sexuality is a tool you can use to control me,” Melanie felt that was one of the biggest truism of this demonstration.
Melanie explained that when she first began the discipline, it was obvious to Nicole and Savannah that they needed it too.
“I get a benefit from this, but honestly, it turns me on,” Nicole said as she bent over and offered her ass to Kirk to try to get him to play with her pussy.
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