Angie was home when we arrived. I asked her if she got her implant. She nodded, "Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing to have to strip nude right there in the hallway where everybody in the waiting room could see me. But the implant itself was like the one I got when I got enslaved. Well, I've had one before that. Mom, I mean Katie, insisted I get a contraceptive implant when I left home to move into the apartment. I'd taken oral contraceptives but not really had a need if ya know what I mean. Kate said she did not want to risk me forgetting to take a pill. At least I won't have to worry about using pads and tampons anymore." she offered, shrugging. I had nothing to say to that myself.
When Lenore got home, she went to our bedroom to change clothes like she usually did. "You do not seem too talkative." I observed. "Is something wrong?" She shrugged and said she had a little talk with her cousin Marge when she took Angie for her appointment. "Damn. Don't tell me you had a run in, she spanked your butt, took your pubes off again and now you are feeling all submissive." I said. I did not try to hide my aggravation.
Lenore frowned. "Yes and no. I had a little run in with Marge but none of the rest happened." I asked what did happen to affect her mood. "Well, whenever family goes to the clinic, Marge makes a point to see them personally even if they are just there for something routine like getting a script refilled. She was amused to see Joanne bald and asked me for the story so I told her. Anyway, I told her my contraceptive implant would be expiring in the next couple months and asked her when I should start on oral contraceptives. That resulted in an explanation of why I did not want another implant. She asked if I had talked with Mom about the possibility of getting pregnant and she asked why she had not been consulted either. That should have been the case according to her."
"Why is your fertility status any of their business?" I asked. "You are an adult."
"That is what I said and it almost got my butt into trouble." Lenore reported. "Marge told me in no uncertain terms that it is a family matter until and unless I am married. She told me my sister was in the same boat not even a year ago. My sister is lesbian and married to a woman as you know. She has never bothered to get an contraceptive implant for obvious reasons. Just the ones to stop her period. But there was a big family discussion about her getting pregnant from a sperm donor. I was not privy to that. Both she and her wife are watching their biological clocks click down and are considering one or both getting knocked up. In their case it is a deliberate deed, not something that can slip up. Marge reminded me that until or unless I am married, the possibility of my getting pregnant is a family decision." I asked if they said the same thing when she got married before. "Nope. Marge called me in for an exam and then just shot the implant into my butt while I was in the stirrups. She told me nobody in the family thought Doug was worth a shit and they suspected the marriage would not last so they were making sure he did not accidentally get me pregnant. Marge and Mom had discussed it and made the decision but I was not in the loop. I probably would have agreed with them as I was not at all ready to be a mother."
"And you cannot cut yourself free of that kind of control from your family?" I asked.
"Well, for what it is worth, Marge told me they, as in the family, think you are great and if we decided to get pregnant even if we were not married, they'd probably be okay with it, but they'd need to talk to you first." Lenore said. "Look, I know I should be an independent woman. Able to make my own decisions and all that. But that is not me. I am what I am."
The single phrase 'I am what I am' hit me. Unbidden, "I yam what I yam and that is ALL that I yam!" came out of my mouth. Lenore looked at me and asked, "huh?
With unbidden tears in my I eyes I recounted how as a little boy, my father obtained a collection of every episode of a cartoon he had liked as a child about a sailor who ate spinach to get strong and prevail over his provokers. It was an effort to get his young autistic son to accept who he was. And be all he could be. I remembered asking Dad if I ate spinach if I'd be as strong. He said no, but if I ate ALL my vegetables it would help me grow and find what MY strengths were. This was at a time, I only liked certain foods in my diet and would only eat those items. I did not even realize at first I had deficits. That changed overnight when I began to interact with other kids. I was different. I actually did learn I enjoyed veggies and I did look for my strengths and worked on them. I'd eventually learn to accept myself for who I was."
"My Dad told me the Popeye cartoons meant a lot to my grandfather growing up as well. My grandfather had pointed out the idea taught by the cartoon was that a not so muscular guy or a guy who was often rejected by his love and others around him could come out on top in the end. All he had to do was accept himself for who he is." I explained. Lenore suddenly engulfed me in a hug. When she finally let me go she walked out of the room without a word.
That very night, Lenore summoned Angie to our bedroom. The girl was positively vibrating with sexual energy. "Guess what girl." Lenore began. "You are in for a world of disappointment. We are not gonna fuck you every which way imaginable." Angie looked at her in surprise. "You are here to satisfy us, Bas and me. Now we happen to get a kick out of trying to make sure the girl we use orgasms and has a good time. But again, that is for OUR pleasure, not yours"
I was not sure how much of a damper Lenore's statement had on the girl, if any. Angie seemed to love having every one of her erogenous zones touched. At the end she whispered in my ear, "Use me anytime you want, Boss. I love it." When I told Lenore what the girl had said, she laughed and said she'd thought that would be the case.
None of the girls writing lines failed to complete their tasks the next day. They did not even seem to feel the stress. I wondered if maybe they simply conformed to Sonya's work roster or their hands and forearms were adapting to the strain. Then I noticed Rene putting folded laundry into my dresser. I had just seen her cleaning the kitchen. It turned out she, Carol and Marianne were covering for the other girls doing part of their tasks. After a quick phone call to Lenore, I gathered the three girls doing all the work.
"It is admirable for you girls to help each other when someone is in need but writing lines was intended to be a punishment. Keeping up with their own tasks at the same time is part of the punishment. It makes the first punishing task more difficult. Do you understand?" I asked. The three nodded and looked down. "I'm sure you would not like to share ALL the punishments, would you? Marianne is already bald, in chastity and has to stay naked. Would you other two like to share?" Now I got head shakes and expressions of fear. "Good. Let those three girls succeed or fail on their own. If they flounder, they will be the ones across Lenore's lap, not you."
That night I checked out the recordings around the house. I did that on a hit or miss schedule. For the most part I heard nothing of real concern. Tonight was a bit a different.
