"I want Heather in a chastity belt, so give it a few days and then start sneaking into her room and fucking her. Sooner or latter, I'll catch you in the act. I have the chastity girdle all ready for her. You'll put it on and lock the lock.
It would be so much more effective if you could cry while you're doing it. Can you cry?"
"Sue, I am not going to let you pussy whip me. I might put that chastity device on you and throw away the damn key."
"Oh, come on, Jack. It's just a game. Can't you just pretend that I can control you through pussy. I'm the source of all the pussy you get. Heather will see that. She knows how much you need it. She'll buy it."
"This means a lot to you, doesn't it."
"Yes. I love my games, Jack. Play my games and I'll see that you never go without. I know how to keep every female in your life sexually happy and lusting after you. You know I can."
"All right, Sue. We'll play your games. I'm going to bed."
"Good night, dear."
"What are you going to do?"
"Have fun with Heather, my sex toy, what else."
"You made that pretty obvious. I thought we were going to have a normal home life."
"That was your idea. I don't like your idea.
I want a sex toy that I can do anything with, but you can't do anything with unless I say so. I plan to bring horny men here and hand them the key to your daughter right in front of you.
Aren't I awful?"
"Yes, and you're a dreamer. You'd better bring along four to hold me down, and one to shoot me after they let me go."
"Spoil sport."
Sue entered Heather's bedroom and interrupted a self-fuck with her biggest dildo-Big Ben. Sue flipped on the light and yanked off the covers, looking over the stuffed little beaver with a smile, saying, "Naughty, naughty. Hand it over."
"Aw, Mom!"
"Don't Aw-mom me. Hand it over."
Heather pulled the foot-long India rubber dong from her twat and handed the slimy thing over. Sue tossed it on Heather's dresser, then removed her robe and threw one leg up on the bed on the other side of Heather's head, planting the left foot by her right ear, squatting to bring her yawning twat into Heather's face. She said, "Eat me!"
Heather ate. After Sue's orgasm, and after the obligatory lapping of the spend, Sue sat at the edge of the bed and brushed hair from Heather's face, saying,
"Am I a bad mommy, Heather?"
"Yes, but I'd rather have a bad mommy than a good mother."
"Well, you have a very bad mommy. You should be very happy. I hate to tell you this but you had best adjust to the idea of wearing a chastity girdle and very soon."
"Mom, no, please. That would be hell unless I can masturbate in it."
"You can't. The girdle is specifically designed to prevent any form of genital masturbation. It has a plastic cup in the crotch with a tube that passes through to the outside.
When you have to piss, you simply piss your girdle and the piss shoots out through the tube. You'll piss like a man. Interesting, huh?"
"No, it's horrible. If that's the device, I won't do anything with Daddy."
"I think you will. I know him. He must have pussy. He can't help himself. He'll be coming in here before long.
He'll rape you if he has to. He just got a sample of your young pussy, and he never felt anything like it in his life."
"Is that what he said? He liked it?"
"He said he'd crawl naked over a line of naked Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders, across a football field of broken glass just to hear you fart over a telephone."
"He did not."
"He did so. Heather, that man has to have you. He'll get you. I'll catch him at it sooner or later, and I'll make him put the device on you, snap the lock, and hand me the key. After that, I will own your cunt, and when I own your cunt, I'll have him wrapped around my little finger. Isn't that exciting?"
"No, Mom, don't do this. Please don't do this. Why do you want to do this?"
"Two reasons: I want to own your cunt, and I want my husband on a short leash.
Besides, I think it'll be fun. Other than my own, I've never owned a sexy young cunt before.
I can think of hundreds of fun things to do with one if I still had one. You don't think I'd keep it locked up and put away, do you?"
"You won't?"
"Of course not. You'll be out of that device more than in it, but only when Sarah or I say and only for as long as we say. When we're not using it, we want it left alone to get horny again for the next time we need to use it. You won't be masturbating; but then, you shouldn't need to."
"I always need to."
"Heather, you've never had real sex before.
Real good sex satisfies a horny pussy. You'll sleep better. You'll see. When Daddy comes to you, he'll find a receptive little slut, won't he?"
"No. Mom, I still don't want my pussy locked up. I couldn't stand that, not even for a little while. You don't know me. I need to masturbate. Real sex is great, but I love being able to touch myself and fuck myself. I do it just right, tuned into my own fantasies. It would be sheer torture to fantasize and not be able to relieve myself."
Heather was, in fact, masturbating with both hands while saying this. Sue looked at the working fingers and said, "I see. I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way."
Sue got up. Heather said, "Mom, what are you going to do?"
"You'll see."
Sue returned with a paper bag. She set the bag on the floor and removed rope.
She pulled Heather's right wrist out of her crotch, wrapped the rope around it, passed the tail end down the far side of the bed, reached under the bed to bring it up, grabbed the left wrist to wrap it and pulled both arms to the outer edges of the bed, securing her arms out to her side.