Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Nine

Waking up in her brother's room, tied by her hands over night, so that a cord bit into her twat, had almost made Jamie want to throw up. The pain of the knots biting into her wrists and the bound cord around her small boobs and through her legs had made it impossible to fall asleep. Her brother had made her jerk him off, and had gagged her with the panties she used to wipe him off with. They were still in her mouth, a small clear string of dribble hanging from her chin, wiggling precariously but never quite falling off.

It was Sunday Morning, and she could see the sun was coming out through her Brother's window on the top floor of the house. She was at least happy that positioned as she was, no one could see her from street level. Strangely, she had grown somewhat used to the pain at one point last night, to the point it hadn't been comfortable, but bearable enough she could fall asleep. Had she only needed two or three hours sleep? She was wide awake and raring to go as if she had an energy boost. “Adrenalin” she thought to herself, from the pain. Hopefully later, she wouldn't feel the need to crash.

She was tempted to try to wake Chris, but decided to let the snoozer hibernate, while she contemplated Saturday. “Had it only been one day?” she thought to herself.

Wendy was finally sent to their room, coming in on all fours, and seeing her daughter slumped over in bondage hanging from her rists, shocked her. However, Jamie turned to look at her with a bright smile on her face, big full blue eyes, a pair of panties in her mouth.

“Oh my!! That doesn't hurt?” Wendy said looking over her sons knot works and pulling out the panties while standing up to stretch her own legs.

“Hurts like the dickens! But I think the adrenalin has kicked in, and I am just kind of insulated”

“Thank God for small miracles then....” Wendy commented “I am not sure how to wake up your Brother, Bill is ready to go over the rules after we eat and your brother supervises our....morning uh...rituals”

“Oh mom, jeez...rituals? You may as well say it.”

“Yes, but when its just and me, why bother?”

“Good point.....well we could yell hey fatty, and dump a bucket of ice on him, like we did on Friday.” going back to the task at hand with waking up Chris.

“No, I don't think that is going to happen” Wendy smiling at the joke. “Do I need to ask you about what you two were doing last night when I was at the stairs?”

“Not unless you want to tell me what dad did with the candle?”

“No, I think some things are best left unsaid then” Wendy smiled “I trust you, just if you know...it gets weird, let me know.”

“I think we are past weird, mom. I am hanging by my tits and hands, in Chris's room, like a Pinyata”

Chris sprung out of bed “Pinyata, great fucking idea.....” had he been listening the whole time? The girls wouldn't know, but Chris the so called “Heavy sleeper” had just astonished them both by getting up from a stone cold sleep.

“Goodness, you scared me Sir” Wendy added “Will you please untie your Sister, and supervise our shower, and allow us to piss and shit before breakfast, your Father wants to unveil his rules to us.”

“Since you asked so nicely, we bought a litter box, did dad tell you?” Chris asked as he nonchalantly cut his sister out of her bondage from the night before, and she rubbed her sore wrists, feeling the blood rush back into places it had been out of.

They nodded that they hadn't “Yeah, he wants the pussies to pee like pussies....poop in it too...”

“Isn't that going to stink?” Jamie made a face

“Yeah, I'd imagine that is why you'll be taking it out every night...it was that or use the yard like Rosco, so you should be happy”

“Let me guess, it was your idea we pee in the yard, sir?” Wendy said with a bemused expression.

“No, actually that one was Dads, I was just thinking about rain....toilet paper is a thing of a past though, 4-ply goodness is just too good for your hard-asses”

Jamie did her duck lips face while asking “So we are to air dry?”

“It looks like you just ate a lemon when you do that....”Chris observed as Jamie dropped the look from her face “You'll use a toothbrush...and rely on showers, sorry guys, toilet priveledges have come to an end....it could be a lot worse though, like I say.”

The girls nodded and came with him to the bathroom where Wendy was the first to try to squat over the cat box. She tried several positions, all fours, raised up with a foot planted on either side of the try, squatting with her ass hanging over it. She managed to accidentally piss down her stomach by misjudging how gravity was going to handle her doo-doo hitting the cat box sand.

This all amused the hell out of Chris, but Jamie was stone cold silent, trying to figure out if she was going to do this. Yesterday, it had been sit on the same toilet with her mom, but no one was watching them directly actually push out their fudge and lemonade. Now, today they were escalating it to the point that she'd have to shit like an animal.

“Whats a matter, Jamie...not so funny, now that you have to be humiliated?”

“Why can't it be like it was yesterday, where we sit together on the toilet?” she said, putting her hands on her hips. It didn't change the fact she was naked in front of her brother, who was himself dressed in Yesterdays underwear. However, it did give off the body language of confrontation.

“Look, if Wendy can squeeze cheese in front of me, you can too...Monkey See, Monkey Doo-Doo..got it?” Chris was notorious for bad puns.

“I'd rather do it in the yard than in here, It smells, and I can hear it crinkling, crackling as it comes out...it looks like chocolate taffy being pumped out...”

Her mother even laughed at how utterly surreal and ridiculous Jamie's description sounds...she had to let herself laugh for a minute while holding herself over the litter box before she could continue. She let out one more stream of piss, before standing up.

“Done sir....” Jamie sprung up to her feet, her pert tits bouncing in place, with her chipper response.

“Not quite....go ahead Jamie, if you want to tell Dad you refused, he can give you an enema or something....I'll check Mom while you go”

Jamie wasn't sure if she was going to do it or not, and while she fidgeted around the freshly used steaming litter box, to find herself a spot to go she saw Chris bend Mom at the waist.

She held her cheeks apart as ordered and Chris plunged his pointer finger up her ass, to the third knuckle “CHRIS!!” Wendy said in shock, her hands leaving her cheeks and clutching his wrist as if to pull him back out of her by the arm.

“Its a new rule” he said wiggling it around “Dad said if there was even a tiny nugget of a turd in here, being held back, that you'd get an enema. If you don't use this opportunity get it all out...” he was concentrating on wiggling it around. Wendy's hands were still around his wrist to guide him back out.

“Don't hold my hand, mom....” She pulled away letting him be “Good news!” he paused “You aren't full of shit!”

Chris went back to coaching Jamie who had managed to let out a little jet of piss on to the kitty littler “Go, Go, Go”  he was chanting “I am your cheerleader...poop big for Master Chris”

She wanted to roll her eyes, so help me, she thought why won't he look away just once so she can give him a look “Chris, I don't poop everyday”

Chris was having his mom use her toothbrush on her ass, standing up looking at her naked self in the mirror, while he was bent down face to face with his sister watching her squat. He got close to her, just above her head, and let out a a gob of spit directly on top of her head. “Its for your own good, dumbass...we're teaching you a lesson!”

“What lesson, Master Chris?” she was starting to get defensive, starting to get angry.

“That you gave up the privilege to use the bathroom like good girls, you piss and shit now for the amusement of your betters, which happen to be the men of the house.”

“Well look, don't use the same finger you used on Mom, but go ahead and check me...I am clean.”

While she talked, he stuck his pointer finger in Jamie's mouth, making her raise his eyebrow. “Get my finger all clean did you?”

“Yes Sir” there was a more demure attitude in Jamie after that, as she stood up, bent at the waist and spread her ass cheeks.

Jamie could barely fit his hammy finger into his sisters asshole “Wow, you could eat coal, and shit diamonds, sis...”

After fishing around inside his sisters butthole and not touching a goopy little turd,  he looked at his finger, saw no brown, sniffed and said “Wow, doesn't smell like Parmesan cheese.. I wonder why mine does, lol” Wendy was about to say to herself “That kid aint right” but was interrupted by his finger. “She cleaned your doo off, its only fair you clean hers”

In short order, the girls were showered, had their hair straightened, applied light make up for a day of strenuous payback, teeth brushed, antiperspirant applied, with a goofy “Secret, strong enough for a man, but made for sluts” joke.

“Time for your leashes and then Dad should be ready for us” Chris said. The girls assumed it would be something attached to their cat collars, which they both still wore from the day before, bell and all jingle jangle.

Chris held up some string, “Who wants it first?”

“That doesn't look very strong, Sir?” Wendy said of the leash skeptically

“Well, we are going to try different things....do you want to puff up your hood for me, or do you mind if I do?”

“ I beg your pardon, sir?”

“Here I'll do it” He bent at the waist, taking his finger and forethumb and pinching his mom's clit until her clit hood protruded enough he could flick it. “Chris! CHRIS, CHRIS!!” Wendy was dancing around in more panic than pain. Once he had got her clit hood engorged enough by flicking it, he wrapped the string around it, leaving enough play for the blood to flow, but not enough that it should slip off.

“You tied leashes to our balls and the base of our cocks”

“Oh...Oh...OWW!!” Wendy was covering her very sore puss “Yes...but Chris men are led by their dicks, they think with them, we dont' think with these...”

“Sure you do, you lead men around with your cunts, the promise of them...the surprise inside, the mystery, the jack in the box, and now you'll be led around by your cunts....Jamie you can either flick your own to full size, or you can let me.”

Jamie looking at the string now dangling two feet down from her mothers pussy, smiled and said “I don't suppose you'd tie a string to my boobies?”

“We thought about that, and some days we may, but for payback, we need to get you, where you got us...now start flicking....”

Jamie started to flick her own clit hood like she saw her brother just do. She had to cock her middle finger back in between her thumb and pointer finger, and then use the middle finger to deliver a sharp little strike to the hood. “Mines not like hers” she announced after several tries “It's not coming out...I guess its shy?” she said with a funny face.

“oh...let me try then” Chris grabbed his sister by the waist, then settling by her pussy while she stood he began to pull and tug, and pinch until enough of his sisters pussy meat was pulled out that he could lasso it with a string and tie it taught.

“ouchie, outchie, ouchie...me no likey!! me no likey!!” Jamie was saying, hamming it up, but at the same time masking that this really did hurt. It also stimulated their pussies. When Chris tried to lead them somewhere it worked fine at first. He walked infront of them facing backwards. He also tried running the string behind under their legs and standing behind them, but it got a little juicy and slid off.

Taking a clothes pin after the third time getting the girls tied by their little tethers again, and using that to pinch down the string it gave him just enough play, and his mother a kiniption. “oooooh, that hurts!! It feels like a red ant...oh, oh!!”

Jamie asked “How do we even have clothes pins? We own a laundry machine and dryer” before hers was slipped into place, causing her to dance around in pain, hopping on one foot to the next.

“These are from the photoshoots dad, Did..I am sure these were on one of your friends from school, haven't felt the need to look at those pictures since we started this,thanks for curing my porn addiction, Sis”

Giving a solid pull on his sister and mom's clit tether, and seeing them spasm a little, he led them down stairs walking in front of them, with them side by side down the stairs.

Bill was in the living room, his notebook out, pen in hand, dutifully writing and writing. “Okay...finally, I heard you guys up there, you'd think a little pussy pain would kill you...jeez...its gonna be a long day, if you premadonna's don't cooperate.”

Sitting the womenfolk of the house on the floor in the living room, kneeling, hands at their side, but legs parted slightly so he could grab their strings if necessary. He gave it a little pull to watch their facial reactions and gauge how much was an act and how much really hurt them. “It's like an extra long tampon string....” he laughed to break the ice, but the girls were now very serious and quiet.

“I would have come up for your potty training, but I was working here on the rules, for our family meeting...now I am going to say my part, Chris will talk, then you two can read the rules, and you can talk....if you agree to these rules, you are going to not only sign them, but you are going to give us some assurances you keep your word, Got it? Good.”

Bill stood up and began to pace his floor, like an executive giving a big speech.

“You've come to me, to ask if you could make amends, for what you put Chris and I through, that is admirable. Yesterday, you proved to me, that your heart is in the right place. That you are going to be good sports about the payback you so richly deserve. I have to admit. It was fun yesterday, more fun than any day I can every remember in my entire life.” Bill paused regaining his composure, so that he didn't beam too much over enthusiasm. He still wanted to play it cool.

“I've had misgivings from the start, for instance, am I sick to slap my daughter's titties?” and while walking beside her, he pulled her nipples, then brought down his hands sharply and gave it a smack.

“Well, probably if you look at it for just what it is, a smack on a young girls tits....but you, being almost an adult ASKED me to treat you this way, because YOU wronged me, and not just in a “Oh dad, I wrecked the car way” which you did do also. I mean you kept me and your brother as your little helpless slaves for two entire weeks....So there are circumstances here, that I believe in my best judgment, means that we should proceed.” pausing again before continuing.

“I had to wrestle with this decision all night, and wrestle with my slut of a wife, too” Bill said stroking his own ego “If something feels as good as what we are doing, I have to ask myself, then like so many other things that feel THAT good, it has to be wrong, right? When the first person discovered how heroin made people feel, he was quick to outlaw it, because he was like “Oh shit, this is just way better than everything else, if we don't outlaw it, everyone will do it”

Bill was off on a tangent, but after another five minutes of examples and non sequiturs that led to the same conclusion, he said “And that's why I want to keep you two as my little bitches, and present these Rules...now before I do, I want your undivided attention to Master Chris” and giving their strings a tug, to make Wendy and Jamie bounce, he turned over the floor to his Son.

“I am a simple guy, I've been made fun of, laughed at, not just by my classmates and people who should be my friends, but my family. Even Dad has not always been on my side in everything. But you both, well you …...I want to thank you for what you did for those two weeks. You gave me attention, you gave me tough love. You worked on my shortcomings and you were not afraid to give me a rude awakening and make me take a good long look at myself!” he said with joy on his face.

This was unexpected.

Which is why it came as another shock that Chris then changed his tone and added “So, I want to repay the favor, and I am sure you won't mind, if I give you my attention.” he jerked their string and gave them a sharp pain “and my tough love” another jerk “and we address the shortcomings of anal retentive mom and little miss perfect over there” giving them both a jerk in time with who he was addressing on their string “and in the end, it is my hope, that you'll THANK me and Dad, for giving you a rude awakening, and making you take a good long look in the mirror for what you are, and for letting you get things back to even between us all.”

Harsh but true, Wendy couldn't deny it. Jamie couldn't either. They sat stunned, as Bill, Husband and father handed his wife and daughter, a sheet of notebook paper that outlined the terms and conditions of their voluntary servitude as his “little bitches”

Bill explained that unlike the “Taylor Women's Bill of Rights” that “Bill's Bill” didn't contain any of that lawyering, but it “Got the job done” of explaining “What was what”. Wendy was a bit skeptical when she handed it to him, and thought had this been a real business contract, she could shred it and find all the loopholes. However, she had to ask herself if that was really what Bill wanted her to do? Most likely not, he wanted her to read and understand it, so she would try her best.

“Bill's Bill”

Was illustrated, in the margins, penis's shooting off dashed lines into stars, and boobs with big round nipples, words like “ASS” underlined. There was an almost artistic modern calligraphy to the margin art. Cornucopia with fruit, and dildos, it was kind of garish, but it really was creative.

READERS NOTE: The organization of Bill's Bill is all over the place and a bit of a mess. Hand written notes with scratch out marks. What follows is a taste of some of Bill's Bill in the patch-work style he wrote it in but summarized for your benefit. This is in direct contrast to Wendy's “Bill of Taylor Women's Rights” from the first Family Feud story which was organized and followed a more analytical line of thinking.

The outline/highlights were as follows:

This will be written in plain legible lettering by the women, and placed on the doors.

“We are a often times nude household that also involves BDSM (Bondage Discipline, Sadism and Masochism) relationship, where the women living here are submissive to others within the house. The women of the house MUST be respectful and subservient at all all times. This is a consensual relationship and NOT required of any non consenting females.”

It also outlined that the old Taylor women's bill of rights will be torn in half, by each of the Taylor women, who will then wipe it thoroughly with their own asses, and pussies and they will then both be required to eat the paper. They will then admit it was a bad idea to EVER try to be above a man, because in the Taylor Household, Men rule and girls drool! This will be filmed on webcam.

The Taylor women will also each pose with a copy of bill's bill and a sign saying “I agree” for 5 pictures that will be stored digitally. These poses will be naturally humiliating so that the viewer can easily tell that the women willingly put themselves into this predicament in order to confirm their willingness to carry out the terms. If they should fail to meet their end of the terms of the agreement, then the pictures of both of them may be released to friends, and family members through the internet. This includes Wendy's mother and father who live in Indiana.

If the women complete the terms of the agreement, they will be granted the only copies of these pictures and any other confirmation evidence held by the men.

The Men were defined as Bill and Chris Taylor, AKA “Masters”, “Sirs” and “Owners”.

The Women were defined as Wendy and Jamie Taylor AKA “Sluts”, “Skanks” and “Whores”.

Family Motto: “Boys Rule, girls drool.”

It then went on to define

Speech protocol:
-That there would be verbal as well as physical humiliation, in the form of rude awakening affirmations in both public and private.

-Rules about honesty, and lies and how the women were natural schemers and manipulators and had to be kept under tight scrutiny to avoid it.

-Rules and examples, about having to say what you mean, and mean what you say. A good example, was having to ask to shit or piss, because the vulgarity amused the owners. It also talked about just keeping your word and finishing what you started.

Punishments:
-The most detail was reserved for this section of the document. There were three tiers or levels of punishment.

1. Infractions

2. Corrections

3. Judgments

There were ten kinds of basic day to day punishments.  Called “Infractions”. These were simple tools they could use to help motivate and control the women, affirm their position, and as long as there was no over use at home the men were free to use any combination of the following:
1-Time Out/Restricted movement

2-Shock- things that go buzz

3-Elements - Freezing bra/thong, ice cubes held in mouth, ice, heat, water, air, various low level versions of using the world itself and mother nature to teach us a lesson.

4-Beating- Blunt pain/whips/floggers

5- Food  -diet control, eating something nasty

6- Bathroom -bathroom control

7- Sexuality. - using tits/ass to punish sluts, holding self open obscenely/wiggling

8 Endurance -jumping jacks, high stepping

9 furniture - Be furniture

10 Dance - Dance in place for a period of time

Bill hadn't explained the detail around these in the document, assuming that the bullet points stood for themselves He did however explain verbally that his use of the bathroom, was to deny them a privilege of privacy, that women enjoy. Citing that men piss in urinal troughs, or on tire trucks, they enjoy farting in elevators with their buddies and then jumping out right at their floor, leaving them stuck with the smell.

He said women generally like things tranquil and peaceful, and can enjoy a satisfying time alone. So just like denying a man sex, he felt denying them a satisfying shit alone on the toilet, or something delicious to eat, was as close as he could come.

The sexuality he said, that even though his daughter was “theoretically” a virgin, she obviously knew how to tease and taunt boys, to get what she wants, just like her mom, and so the power and control of being attractive wouldn't be denied her, as much as it would be turned back against her, so she could see the opposite point of view.

Men view sluts with a certain disdain not reserved for angelic pretty young things, so it suited him just fine his daughter would have herself taken down a peg or two, or three and be seen as a slut. This would make her powerless, unable to summon the white knights who so often come out to stand up for a girl whose done nothing but manipulate with her beauty. “Helen of Troy” he said without explaining why.

Bill explained two other tiers of punishment, and that infractions could under certain circumstances be applied in public places. He gave examples of how that would have to be done in a way that suited the crime at hand, feeling that addressing a discipline issue when it happens was much better.

The other two tiers of punishment were a little fuzzier. They had created “Corrections” on index cars. Some of them were actually going to be treats, but most Bill explained, were going to be much harsher forms of infractions. These were for much more harsher situations, when the girls tried to defy them, or had a severe discipline problem. They would have to apologize for what they did and then ask to draw from the correction bowl (Which had at one time been Chris's goldfish bowl, but he had long since stopped feeding that fish).

The third tier of punishment, was called Judgments and only Bill could hand them out. They were for the most severe issues, extreme defiance or neglect. Bill could terminate the service of either girl, and elect to send out all their dirty photos and videos that had been taken as confirmation they were willing to do this, if the girl did not agree to the punishment that Bill felt suited the situation. This was a type of check and balance.

Bill having actually listened to his wife a time or two, knew that she would like a couple “Safety valves” in the contract. This was one of them, so that should his solution punishment not suit the girls, they had the option of basically ending things as long as they were willing to endure the photos out in the internet.

Bill also defined a “Naughty Book” that would be used to record wrong doings the girls did. It was really a sheet of paper to be placed on magnets on the fridge. However, each man was also going to be able to carry a sheet of paper in his back pocket to write down things, he may not have time to address or been able to address. These will be gone over at family meetings and sentences carried out accordingly.

Apologies:

Bill outlined a three step apology process where the woman would first admit her mistake and apologize for it. Then she would beg forgiveness, and then be punished.

Dating and Fidelity:

Any and all marriage vows of monogamy will be completely overlooked during the education period. The women are to think of themselves as sluts, but sluts in the service of their owners, and will always first have to gain permission when anything kinky happens.

There were some scratches around the word “Dating?” and “$$$”, with a lot more drawings and doodles in this section making Wendy think Bill sort of skimped on this section.


Red Flag:

As the Taylor women are by their very nature skeptical and not trusting of their betters, the women would be likely to question and potentially hesitate in carrying out their orders.

There were some lines scratched through explaining examples from the previous day where the girls seemed in doubt about going through with this entirely.

This section outlined an opportunity for males or females to call “Red Flag” for rare conditions, when they feel things have gone too far. Things will be backed down, people will cool off and within 72 hours a family meeting will be had to address it. If the females are doing this to get out of something that has already been resolved, then shall receive at the very least a correction, and more likely a judgment against them. Nothing was specified if the men needed to call a red flag and it turned out to be unnecessary.

Limits:

Bill didn't put a lot of explanation here, at least not enough for Wendy's liking. They had incorporated the analogy of the “radio dial” from the night before, except the drawing of the dial looked suspiciously like a big fat nipple.

In his example, he made several lists and numbered them 1-10, each number on the list grouping like behaviors together.

-Humiliation

  At level one, it was flashing a nipple to a stranger, at level two a pussy, and so on up to level ten where several implausible scenarios outlined being naked at a circus, beach, “and so on”, making Wendy wonder what and so on was.

-Bondage/Pain

At level one this was simple hand cuffs, or a whip to the boob or butt, by level three it was it was being in a cage, or having a gag in, and it went up to ten with more over the top scenarios such as being hung upside down on a cross while a motorcycle gang beats you. There were dozens of examples at every level on the radio dial all increasingly harsher.

-Sexuality

At level one it was sort of first base, kissing and hugging, and the next level second base with being felt up, and groped, and on it went, up to and including sex with dogs, gangbangs and the like at level ten. Wendy wondered if Bill just felt the need to be complete, or did he have any intention of doing these things?

Bill didn't actually define where the line was drawn, as much as he simply seemed to be defining his terms here. So he could refer to “Bondage at about a level four”

He seemed to be indicating there would be a balanced three-pronged focus to address shortcomings using tools of scorn and ridicule for humility, pain both physical and mental and that the sexuality seemed to address the shrew-fulness of the women, their frigidity.

This seemed kind of odd to two girls who had strings tied around their clit hoods, naked on the carpet, that THEY would be considered shrewful, but Bill explained before they could ask that it was all BEFORE their education would begin he was referring too.

Hygiene and the importance of women being women:

Here Bill outlined his belief in a 1950s style household, which he described a bit like walking with books on your head to gain perfect posture, to become a June Clever/Tv Land style/Norman Rockwell's version of a stepford wife.

This seemed to be a philosophy in direct contrast with the harsh and often brutal trainings on the radio dial above.

This part of the document then went into exact specifications about everything from make up, to brushing teeth, to bathing, and menstrual cycles. He underlined “Why are they always in Synch??!?”

Reading this caused Jamie and her mom to giggle a little.

There was a little more on the panty rags used to gag them, and the bitch box, and some other rules and regulations about street legal clothing and appropriateness. Although it seemed to suggest it was appropriate for sluts to be dressed like sluts.

Work/School:

This explained that the women would continue to go to work and school as normal.

It explained that there would be dietary/dress restrictions and certain motivating forces at school but failed to go into a lot of detail.

Jamie got the impression that she was going to have to report to Chris throughout the day, and he would be checking up on her.

Wendy wasn't sure how she would manage her job as an executive project manager, and still play Bill's games. This was an area that put a lot of butterflies in her stomach and questions in her head.

Virtues of the Good Slut:

This was interesting, to Wendy. it was surprising it was so far down in Bill's list, but as he had hand wrote it, it probably was stream of consciousness as he wrote his sections.

Humility

Obedience

Patience

Endurance

He went on to outline them, pointing out the acronym “HOPE”

Humility: Humility means the absence of Pride. A slut with Pride is a slut who holds herself above others, who feels slut is ‘too good’ to grin and bear the daily grind. To this end, a slut must be willing to be subjected to Humiliations and embarrassments designed to remove her of this vanity called Pride.

Obedience: Obedience means that the slut is not only required to do what slut ‘likes’ to do, but that slut must submit to truly obey even when the tasks contains some element of hard work, disgusting or even silly. To obey is the purpose of the slut, and slut must exhibit the traits not only to her Owner but to those around her who are themselves not sluts. slut must be willing to undergo the trials and tribulations and present herself for this work despite her hardships and suffering for her Owner will offer her no sympathy.

Patience: Fast Paced short attention spans are the way of the world in our vanilla societies, but a slut must exhibit the patience to wait, and listen. slut must be prepared to invest the time to do a job correctly, but by the same token slut may not ‘drag ass’ and should not purposely move too slowly in her duties.

Endurance: Endurance is not unlike Obedience, with the exception that the slut realizes slut must endure much suffering and hardships to serve in this life. The slut will have to endure serving others with her body and time.

Then he went on to outline the shortcomings of HIS slut.

Anal-Retentive
Perfectionism

Too Critical
Selfish and Self-absorbed

Manipulative
Can't be wrong
Stingy with time, affection and attention.
Favoritism (Both sluts stick together).

It was obvious that Bill had spent a lot of time on this part of the contract. He had crossed out and written man adjectives that essentially meant the same thing. He had tried to make some sort of acronym out of them, to spell out BITCH or CUNT, but he found he simply wasn't clever enough to repeat what he'd done with HOPE.

He explained that part of the training would address each shortcoming. An education of sorts, an eye opening, a tough love, a desire, that they learn to be better people through this unorthodox process. He seemed to hint that they could go back to being wife and daughter at the end, and would no longer be sluts, but he also put several “?!?!?” inside the margins around that part.

Bill stated that he'd have to assess at the end how he did, and that he knew just letting things go back to “normal” would result in the girls falling back on their crutches and behaviors, so unless they gave him this power, he really couldn't see it changing for them anytime soon. “You guys are kind of intimidating, and you work together, like a clique...unless we disarm you, break you down, you know as well as I, you'll be back in charge”

All of this was true to Wendy, who had been flipping through it, and said “Okay...is this it?”

“What else did you need?” Said bill, unhappy that she seemed to be finding fault with his hard work.

“Well...you said two weeks, where is the timeline?”

“Oh shit!! Yeah!!” Bill smiled. Wendy thought he was stalling for time, and was going to say something like he spilled coffee on it so he could write it up, but he pulled out another stack of papers almost as thick as the first notebook.

Timeline:

Bill explained that if he just set a regular time limit, that the girls if they were anything like Bill and Chris would just bide out their time. “I know you want to do a good job, and I know you are going to be good for us, but I've got be clever if I want to hunt pussy.” Bill said in a Elmer Fudd kind of voice like he was “hunting wabbit”.

“Yesterday taught me a lot about dares, and what motivates you two. With men, we're pretty simple, silence, sex, and sports. The three S's At least most of us anyway. Looking at Chris and shaking his head a little in a good natured dig on his son.

“So glad we did all that, because I don't think it would have occurred to me, to lay it out like this, if you hadn't actually refused some of the things we wanted you to do.”

The women were confused, and they thought they had been compliant in just about everything but the most absurd requirements.

Bill took out a chart, and that chart had “Wendy the Bitch” on one row, and “Jamie the Cunt” on the other row. There were one hundred boxes going cross ways next to each name followed by a happy face.

“You need incentives” Bill explained his system “We are going to measure your performance. Do well and you are going to be done in two weeks, maybe less. Door poorly and you stretch it out, not us. It won't be us the cruel men, who have kept you longer, it will just be your own bad performance.”

Wendy's interest was piqued, but at the same time she had a skeptical look on her face as she flipped through the hand written notes and listened to Bill explaining.

“At your work, they reward you for taking initiative and give you perks. I need a system that is going to motivate you to work as hard as you can, so this can be over for you. There are also conditions in case you drag your feet by a certain date, but I am certain you won't do that.”

“In order to be fair to Chris, he and I are going to be equal, he's a man, he can come and go as he places, he is basically 18 and for all intents and purposes, he needs to learn responsibility. The best way I know how to teach him that, is to trust him to make his own decisions.”

Bill held up a packet of shiny gold stars and another of silver stars. These were the kind teachers put on your homework for a good job.

“We each Chris and I , start out with one hundred stars. Your goal is to both end up with 100 stars. When you do, you've completed your education and you are free to stop, or continue if you want.”

Wendy and Jamie made lemon faces at the idea of continuing.

“Hey, you never know...you may find that all this, is really helping...whatever happens at 100 stars we sit down and re-assess your asses.” Bill was making a pun and everyone laughed this time at the break in seriousness.

“Anyway, if you do really well in a day, you can earn about three stars. In Fourteen days, that is 86 stars”

“It's actually 42, Dad” Chris corrected.

“What are you a walking adding machine? I thought you were bad at math? Yah, okay, I meant three each from us per day, for a total of 6”

“That'd still be 84” Chris chimed in. Wendy couldn't help but wonder how he suddenly became so good at math since he had straight D's since he started high school almost 6 years ago.

“Uh okay..sue me, 84....anyway, you earn the extra you need by doing little dares, and funny games and bets, extra stuff. The more you try, the sooner you are done..did I mention when you reach 25, 50, and 75, you get a little privilege, so there is positive reinforcement too?”

Jamie questioned “What if you just don't like what we did, and decide to give us less, Sir.” Wendy smiled, her daughter took after her with “What if” questions.

“Well, it's your job to make us like what you do. We aren't going to jip you, if we stop giving you an opportunity to earn the stars you need, then it's our fault, and if we get sick or busy one day, you automatically get the full three stars each. If you try hard, again and again and never get rewarded, trust me I know how that feels, I wouldn't expect you to keep trying hard, if I didn't reward you. In fact, I am giving you each two stars for yesterday!”

“Only two?”

“Oh hell yeah! Today is going to be way harder than yesterday, little miss!”