"Since she satisfied the requirement the girls at the Hacienda imposed by telling us everything she endured, Marianne has completed her punishment." Lenore announced. "She now has a clean slate going forward. Her tale should warn you about messing up. Especially if you want to let other slaves decide your fate and punish you. Slave girl punishment is NOT a laughing matter, nor should you think of it as trivial. As you can see from Marianne's ordeal, slaves can be vicious to one another. They think up and inflict punishments that would be terrible to endure, some they have experienced themselves. They know what they would hate. Being naked itself is not so bad as slaves get used to being exposed, but little twists can make it embarrassing."
"I did not make a single punishment suggestion but just asked Caroline if she was willing to take Marianne to task for a few days. I've heard you all discussing slave girl justice with the Hacienda girls. And you have bandied around the idea of implementing it here, so I thought it appropriate in this case." Lenore said. I noticed several of the girls fidgeting, Robin in particular. She and Joanne, who was not present, were particularly vocal about the subject. I also knew their target was Lenore. They had hoped she would decide to be an uncollared slave girl like she had at the Hacienda.
"I came close to taking Marianne to the Hacienda Friday evening to give her the full weekend. Had it not been for her coming home with a load of homework, she would have started her punishment earlier like I'd wanted. That just shows how much emphasis Bas and I put on your studies." Marianne shuddered at that announcement realizing she narrowly escaped a longer ordeal. "Now, do any of you have any questions you want to ask in front of the group?" Nobody spoke up.
"Where did Caroline get the idea to use toothpaste as a punishment?" I asked Lenore later that night. "I never heard of that before. It sounds fairly benign but certainly seemed to have an effect on Marianne. I'd heard the girls once say something about a using a bit of pepper juice but not toothpaste."
"I'm not sure why Caroline and the others decided to do that. It was one of those dumb ass ideas that was bandied around online a while back for women to tighten up their pussies with toothpaste." Lenore laughed. "Some women even tried it as a lubricant. Toothpaste irritates the tissues. Not just the mint and some of those are harsher than others, but there are other ingredients. Add to that the actual brushing with a toothbrush and I am surprised the girl could keep her legs together afterwards. Caroline only used it on the outside not internally. It is enough to irritate but not do any damage. Touching a piece of jalapeno to a pussy sets it on fire. Pepper is pretty extreme but at least can be countered by milk." I did not ask if she had experienced that or just seen it happen.
"The whole idea is funny." Lenore continued. "If Marianne had not wanted to brush her teeth after licking a few of the girls, the idea probably would not even have come up. It's a good thing she did not ask for mouthwash. I know the alcohol, menthol, and the other ingredients of that would have set her pussy on fire even if just poured across her labia and clit. I bet the next time she tastes pussy she won't beg to clean her mouth."
"Those girls were pretty cruel to Marianne." I offered. "I mean we talked about what they might do and I knew they were going to beat her butt but they seemed to go at her non-stop."
"Like I said at dinner, slaves can be vicious to each other. Even more so than an owner. In the case of the girls at the Hacienda, they see it as a betrayal when one of them messes up enough to be considered for group punishment. They've done worse. Let it go." Lenore advised.
I asked her if she told Angie to not do anything stupid with her own toothpaste. "Oh yeah, I saw her get the idea for a little kinky self-play. I especially warned her about putting it inside her pussy." Lenore replied, shaking her head and grinning. "I know she is gonna try it anyway. I'd bet you money she rubbed some onto her clit already to get an idea what it would feel like. She has roommates now who will notice if she gets too wild, but I'd bet if she was still back at her stepmom's house, she'd have her pussy filled with toothpaste just to check it out. The girl has issues."
I wondered privately how many of my household did not have "issues" of one sort or the other. My own were obvious and mostly a result of my syndrome. Lenore had some that were probably exacerbated by her treatment when young. I could understand how just being enslaved and losing all control over their lives and bodies would effect the girls' mentalities, especially their attitudes toward sex and sexually related abuse. Sonya told me once she could let out her inner slut because as a slave she no longer had the right to say no and translated that to also mean no inhibitions. Nothing was taboo.
Like Derek, I was unwilling for my girls to have contact with another male. I could not explain it rationally but the idea bothered me. If the girls want sexual relief and I am not available, they either have to do it themselves or seek same sex encounters with each other. That brought to mind Lenore telling me not long after we met she had not touched a male for two years. Derek was busy trying to keep up with his second wives as he referred to Lou and Sarah on top of his legal wife, Wanda, so she had to either have sex with the other slave girls or do without. Lenore admitted she loved girl on girl sex as she has proved often bringing one of our girls to our bed.
I was sitting in the kitchen the next morning thinking about previous night's conversations. Everybody had left the house except Sonya and Charlene. I asked the two to sit down for a few minutes. Lenore and Sherrie barely scarfed down a little breakfast before they headed out the door declaring their backlog meant a long a day at the office. All the college students had left for their first day of classes.
Richard had sat with me drinking a cup of coffee while Marianne finished her makeup. I left it up to Richard if she could wear makeup at all. "Thanks, Bas." Richard said, half sarcastically. "I either have to be the bad guy and tell her to go to school not looking as pretty as she wants or risk us being late because she takes too long getting ready." He laughed. "Even with no hair to fix, she takes just as long as before."
