Limbo and Alma looked at each other, and then at Mrs. Retzfeld. And then at the twins, a well groomed man and a woman in their early thirties.
"You see" Mrs. Retzfeld beamed, "Wistan and Westlynn are so close, but I think Wissie wants to be more like his sissie!"
The young man blushed and looked as if he wanted to fall through the floor, and his sister smirked, and winked at Alma.
"Yes, Wistan can be Wisteria with a few modifications. His daddy, my husband has boobs now, nice C cups, don't you know, and his penis..."
"I still vote we change Wisty to Misty" Westlynn said, giggling.
Limbo was a little freaked out. "We don't do operations here, ma'am."
"No, no. I want to purchase one of those gadgets that locks the penis back so you don't see a bulge. Wis is already in chastity you know..."
Alma nodded her head and wandered away from the counter in search of a "gadget."
Wistan looked as if he wanted to follow her. But he felt bound to stay by Mother.
"Wistie's little thing gets so excited when I put him in his stockings and tutu, and then I have to cane it down, but it keeps coming back up."
Westlynn, the sister, giggled. "Mummie, we should give Wistan an enema. That calms him down. An ice-cold one."
Mother smiled indulgently. "You can go look for some, honey. Wistie darling, you stay by Mother."
Limbo pushed his sunglasses up over his head. "Dude, aren't you the guy who prosecuted when we borrowed the sheriff's car?"
The mother waved a handkerchief. "That's Wistie's day job. But when he's not working for the District Attorney, he's being Mummie's little sugar blossom."
Westlynn, called Lynn for short, strolled through the Gift Shop. She wondered whether the enemas were better here, or should they just get a Fleet enema from the drugstore?
Wistan was going to run for D.A. on a tough law-and-order ticket, and Lynn didn't want him getting all macho at home. Mom would help with this, of course.
Lynn looked over to where the quiet, dark haired clerk was searching for cock binders.
"I'm Alma" the clerk said to Lynn. "I'm afraid we don't have binders here. It is curious, since we deal with a lot of trannies and lady boys."
Lynn noted the salesgirl's sizeable chest, and felt her own bi side starting to prickle.
"My name's Lynn. Don't worry about it. We can tie his dick down with piano wire or something."
"Well, as a submissive myself, I advise you not to go too far." The clerk flushed as she said this, but smiled also.
"I think I saw you last winter. Were you an-um, Human Snowboard?" Lynn felt a little awkward asking this, but it really looked so.
The previous winter, Westlynn and Wistan participated in the Paincafe's Human Snowboarding competition.
Lynn, fully dressed in winter gear, had stood on her brother, who was stark naked, and laying flat on the top of a hill behind the restaurant.
One of her competitors had been a tall redhead, also dressed for the weather, with her boots on top of a naked girl, who also did the "planking" position of lying flat.
Was Alma the "snowboard" Oh God, what if she isn't, how awkward.
But Alma nodded and, flushing, stared at the floor.
"I remember your um, rider didn't take it well when you didn't slide as well as some of the others, and she kinda kicked you around at the bottom of the hill."
"Yes. Elva was really angry. I should have tried harder, but I was so cold."
Lynn shook her head. "Still, she shouldn't have whipped you with that crop. It must've hurt a lot especially when you were so cold."
"You guys came in second place, that was great, Lynn."
"Yup. Wis is a wuss, so to speak, but he did a great job that day, and we got the trophy and the cash prize, and I was so excited, I unlocked his chastity cage--
That was all Wistan was wearing, and I let him rub one out, kneeling in the snow."
"I couldn't believe that he'd do that out in the bitter cold with everyone watching."
"Well, Alma, it had been since Labor Day that he'd had a release, so, you know...
Anyway, Elva did look like a hottie, though she was real um, temperamental with you."
"Yeah. Well, we're kind of through now." Alma said dispiritedly. "We broke up last month."
"Oh, that's too bad." said Lynn, feeling a little bit of exhilaration. This girl could be single!
"Yeah. Elva's been working in television as a producer, and she got an offer to make her show nation wide by this lady who was a station owner."
"So she left town?"
"Well, no, Elva could have run the show from here, but the station executive-they were at a convention-
She told Elva that she'd seen her at a different kind of convention-our kind, if you know what I mean."
"Right" Lynn said, smiling.
"And this lady, who was a rich bitch twice our age told Elva that she'd give her the syndication if Elva would be her Domme for one night, there in the hotel room."
"Wow, really? What a weird kickback."
"Yes. Elva told me later it was really freaky seeing this gray-headed old bitch strip naked and kneel on the hotel room carpet. Real pain slut, too, Elva used a cane and a bullwhip-the woman brought all this stuff with her-
And after Elva marked the old bitch up, Gladys-that was the exec's name-gave Elva the best oral I guess she'd ever had. And then Elva fell in love with her, and is doing the show from New Orleans, where Gladys lives."
"Damn."
"Yeah. It's quite a deal. Gladys has Elva living in her big house, and Gladys lives in a dog kennel in the basement, and Elva's in the master bedroom, having a great time making out with hot lezzies that she picks up on Bourbon Street."
"The old gray haired bitch must be jealous, being a powerful exec-"
"Right, and totally supporting Elva, and being forced to wait on her and her young dyke buddies. But she's found happiness, I guess both of them have."
"Tough for you, though. You must miss Elva.
"But I know she's happy. Some people need full time scene."
"Yes, my dad and Wistan are both really full time subs, and after Daddy sold his company and retired, he got rid of all his clothes and built a wall around our back yard...
...And now he's naked full time and Mother, when she's not shopping, fucking other guys or out having a life, comes home and tends to the discipline."
"Of your dad and brother?"
"Yes, and of my other brother, Holton who is an oil guy out in Dubai.
Mommy follows his progress through e-mail and Skype, and Holt's head driller, Achem, who locks and unlocks Holt and gives him regular punishments at Mother's order."
"Holt's gay?"
"No, but he's learned to suck Arab dick anyway."
"Well, I guess I'm a little obsessed with the scene too, Lynn...
And you work here?"
"Some comfort, right? So, you're in the scene, Lynn? Ever dom a girl?"
Lynn laughed. "N-no. I do this mostly to please my brother and my mom. Most of my friends are kind of normal."
They turned at the sound of crying. Lynn's mom had ordered Wistan to hold out his palms, and she was thrashing them with a trimmed willow branch.
"Didn't I tell you not to leave my side, young man?"
"B-but Lynn's all the way over there!"
"Those pants are coming down when we get home, Wistan. Go out and sit in the car and wait for me."
"P-please don't whip me at home..."
"You should've thought about that earlier. I'm going to buy one of these nice split tail tawses, and tie you naked over the carpenters horse. It's up to you whether you'll get ten whacks or twenty."
"Puh-please, Mommie..."
"He's...well we're thirty-three years old." Lynn mumbled.
Wistan was clutching at Mommie's sleeve.
"Twenty whacks or forty?"
Wistan, knowing she meant business, burst into tears, covering his face, and ran out of the Gift Shop, and the sobs were loud.
"She'll probably take down his pants right in the car before we get home." Lynn said thoughtfully. "And then, with that split tail tawse Mummy's buying..."
"Did your mother ever hit you with it?"
"Of course not," Lynn said, insulted. "Corporal punishment can fuck with your head. Mother knows that."
***
So Lynn and Alma became friends.
