Sarah looked to Jack and said, "Exactly what do you mean when you say sex slave? Be specific."
"Which of those two words didn't you understand, Sarah? It means anything sexual that strikes my fancy, you are a slave to it. Use your imagination, but I'll give you a hint. What you dish out to my daughter, you'd best be able to take. When you say uncle, I'll say uncle for her whether she likes it or not-the whistle blows, everyone out of the pool."
Sue said, "Jack, that's not fair. Sarah is not a masochist. Heather is."
"I don't care. I'm not saying it's going to be tit for tat or a tooth for a tooth, but if you two get carried away, I want a way to end it or get even if I want to get even. With that threat always hanging over her head, I think you two will use better judgment. or at least temper your bad judgment."
Sue said, "He's right, Sarah, and I agree. We need that. You saw how carried away we got in the car. We butchered her and fed her body parts to the dog, laughing and pissing in her horrified face while we did it. I told you that shit has a way of spiraling out of control. The reality is no different. We must have rigid controls in place. I know Jack.
As long as we don't hurt her so badly that he has to see her suffer or deal with a disabled mistress, he'll be happy. Am I right, Jack?"
"If Heather never complains, and I don't see her suffering, I'm not talking about being red and sore, I'm talking wounded, I have no reason to hurt anyone.
I won't hurt anyone for pleasure. Wound my daughter, and I'll see that you suffer, both of you. Hurt her badly, I mean maim or cripple her, and I'll call the police and file the charges."
Sarah stood and said, "That does it. I'm out of here. That's two people who have threatened to call the authorities and we haven't done a fucking thing yet."
Sue said, "Sit down, Sarah.
He was just being dramatic to make his point. No one is going to be maimed or crippled and Heather won't ever complain to him, so we're safe on that score.
We just have to be careful not to wound her and we would anyway."
Sarah thought this over, sat, then said, "I guess I'm just nervous. I can't believe this is actually happening, that we are actually going to do this. I feel like I'm part of a criminal conspiracy to abduct and injure an innocent child. I keep forgetting the innocent child is Heather and she's in on this.
Okay, what about the sex?"
Jack said, "Anything goes.
Balk at anything and the game is over. And be advised, when I said discreet, I wasn't including Jerry. You'll be a cheater, but he'll know you cheat because you'll be bringing your lovers home and fucking them in his bed, and you had best be prepared to start a family of little bastards because my sex slave had best be a fertile bitch, or I'll whip her ass raw."
"NO! You can't be serious! Sue!"
"Damnit, Sarah, that's one of your fantasies, so don't Sue me. Live it; you'll love it."
"Jerry would die if I lived that fantasy. That's only a good fantasy because it's so far out.
The reality would kill Jerry. I couldn't do that to him. He doesn't even want kids, much less another man's bastard, or other men's bastards. Jeez!"
"Let him die. With your looks, you can always get another Jerry, one that will take you and your bastards."
"I love Jerry. He's not an accessory. He's my husband, till death do us part, god damnit! I can't fuck Jerry over just to amuse you guys."
"Tough shit. I'm with Jack on this. We don't want to fuck over our daughter just to amuse you, either. If you want that child abuse fantasy realized, then you're going to have to fuck all over Jerry and see how much he loves you. We both know he'll take it just as Heather will. He won't take it without whining and crying, but to a cheating wife, a devoted and loving husband's whining and crying is music to her ears, or are you all talk? In or out, Sarah? Put up or shut up, but if you shut up, you're not going to see shit, ever, not in my house you won't. Well? What's it going to be?"
Sarah looked away obviously mulling over Sue's words. They let her mull. When she turned back, she said, "I guess I'm in. I'll put up. All right, Jack, I'm your sex slave. What are your orders?"
"First off, are you using birth control?"
"I'm on the pill."
"Get off. From now on, Jerry wears a rubber even if your pussy is full of sperm."
"Oh god!"
"I'm serious, and I'm going to have you take polygraph exams periodically to see if all of my orders were carried out faithfully. One bad report, one failure, and you get your gorgeous ass whipped."
"I said I'd get off the pill.
You don't have to threaten me. I will not be threatened or have my word questioned."
"You're a cheat. We already established that. Our relationship will never be based on trust and don't ever speak to me in that tone while you are a slave to me, your master. You'd better get this straight, you spoiled little bitch. I know you've never been talked down to or had your word questioned ever in your perfect little prim and proper life, but you are a slave, now, and I am your master, at least for the duration of this game. If you can't make the adjustment, we can't play with you. It's that simple."
Again Sue waded in with Jack, saying, "Sarah, he's right. You're spoiled rotten and you know it.
You hate it. You're pissed at your parents for spoiling you. Well, Jack will give you a sample of the flip side you've always wondered about. Quit when you've had enough, but you need to try it. You need your fine ass whipped is what you need."
"You are so right, both of you. I'm sorry, Jack. You're my master. I'm your slave. Put me in my place when I slip, but I do want this experience. Please, let me play. Let me try again. You may discipline me as you see fit or be abusive for no reason at all. Everything else aside, I need that; I really do.
I want to be owned and controlled even if this game doesn't work out. Sue and I have discussed this many times. I'd like you to be that man because Jerry could never be that type. He spoils me worse than my parents, but I do love him dearly. If you want me to hurt him, I will. I'll fuck him over and make him suffer if it will amuse you. I'll be a good sex slave, I promise. You have my word."
"Your word is worthless and your promises are hollow. You're a cheating whore who can't be trusted. I want to hear you say it, and say it like you mean it.
Convince me."
Sarah impishly bit her lower lip, looking from grinning Sue to smiling Jack.
She sat up straight, looked to Jack, and said, "I am a cheating whore, Jack.
You can never ever trust me to faithfully carry out your orders. You will need to polygraph me and I may lie just to see if it works or to see if your threat is real. If either is not the case, you'll have no control over me. I'll get back on the pill and I will not make my husband use a rubber, and there will never be foreign sperm in my vagina. I may have sex with other men, but that's only because I want to, but they'll wear a condom or pull out, because I will insist."
"You convinced me. Do test me, Sarah. Please do. Whipping your fine ass will be a pleasure.
I lied, I do love whipping a fine ass, but I'll control myself as long as you follow orders."
Sarah was rethinking her plan to test him. There was no masochist in that girl, none at all. She was scared shitless as Jack continued, "Now, I'm sure men come on to you all the time. Am I right?"
"Yes."
"Good, you are now available to go on dates and you may not refuse an invitation to date out of town. When on a date, you may not wear panties, but you must wear a short skirt, a micro-mini. You'll also wear a see-through blouse with no bra. Your attire should be a welcome mat to any man who sees you."
"You don't ask much, do you.
Sorry, that just popped out. I just never pictured you as the type that would require me to dress like a slut in public. That's okay. I'll dress like a slut, but not in Dallas."
"I'm not done, and don't interrupt me. You may not block, twist away, or shy away from any man's hand wanting to touch any part of your body unless you're in uniform or in Dallas-private homes excluded. You must treat cocks and tongues the same way. They are welcome in or on your body. If the owner has the balls, so does Sarah Brewer."