Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 48

Sonya announced dinner was ready and suggested we all take our seats. Lenore sat at my side while Paige and Charlotte sat side by side directly across from us. As we took our seats Paige said they wanted to share their experience with me and added she didn't care if the girls listened.

Lenore grinned, "Well we can't 'share' EVERYTHING that happened, but I'll do my best to make it up to you. I know you were left out with my being gone. I hope you weren't too lonely."

"Oh, the Boss wasn't lonely at all," Angie quipped. "We made sure he didn't get lost in that big bed by himself. Rene, Carol, and I saw to that and triple-teamed him Friday night. We won the coin toss. The three computer girls had to wait until Saturday for their turn." Lenore looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrugged.

"Yeah, we figured it a great way to see who got some 'Boss cock'," Rene giggled. "We knew we better get there before the rest of the girls realized he was alone. Well, the computer chicks had the same idea, so we had the coin toss to decide who went first."

Candi, Allie and Lana arrived carrying their chastity belts. "Do we really have to wear these?" Lana asked, plaintively. "I mean it's not like we're in the mood to do anything." Paige told Pauline it was okay with her to give the three a free night and it was up to her. "Please, Pauline? We are really sore." Pauline nodded and told them to put the belts to one side and take their seats at the table.

"Please, can we not sit? We are so sore! I was gonna ask Tammie for some of that ointment she has to reduce pain and inflammation," Candi asked, moaning. Pauline teased she'd need a whole tube for her ass. Obviously Candi did not think before she snapped, "You weren't fucked and spanked almost non-stop for a whole weekend!" She realized what she'd said and looked at Pauline, her mouth open in horror.

When Pauline quietly suggested she might need a reminder of how she was supposed to act and said she just earned a punishment, Candi broke down bawling. "Please, I can't take anymore! I've been fucked continually. My pussy and my asshole are raw! My ass is throbbing! I'm sorry I was rude. I'm too tired to think! I can't take any more!" She collapsed to her knees and bawled. Lana and Allie hugged her and began to cry as well.

"Alright, girls," Pauline said, kindly. "Yes, you got put through the ringer. But you still need to eat. I watched and you barely ate anything for breakfast or lunch. I won't even make you sit. You can put your plates on your chairs and kneel if you want. It's your choice. I can tell you girls are wiped out. Eat something and then you can go to bed."

The rest of the girls watched in awe. None had ever seen the three this broken. Robin said it aloud. "They weren't this destroyed the day they got their heads shaved," she said softly. "Marianne came back from the Hacienda after her weekend in better shape!"

Paige said "Yes. The three faced the women they used to lead. They not only got trounced physically, but emotionally."

"What happened?" Tammie asked.

"Bas knows what happened to them," Paige said. "Not specifically but he knows generally what happens at the garden parties. We will tell him the story and you girls may listen. But please do not interrupt."

"Girls, let's tell the story in order," Paige said to Lenore and Charlotte as she took a bite of food. "We don't want to skip around and confuse the narrative. Who wants to go first?" Lenore said Paige should. "Damn, Sonya!" Paige began, "You put together a quick meal out of your leftovers and what I suspect you brought home from Robichaud's place. But it is better than anything we've had all weekend. And that was from an expensive catering firm." Sonya smiled at the compliment but did not reply.

Paige grinned, "Okay, I'll start at the beginning. To give you slave girls some context, the Krewe of Aphrodite has what we call 'Garden Parties' that are social events where we members bring slave girls and have fun. It is sort of a lesbian orgy but using the shared group of slave girls. At one time, a party was held in an outdoor garden atmosphere under tents and awnings so the name stuck. Now they are held in a rented venue like a convention center or big indoor stadium. Another change is they used to be held monthly or whenever enough women wanted to meet but now it's every two weeks. It is a massive gathering of our membership and their slaves for a weekend of fun and socializing."

"Now I am going to address Bas, but you girls can listen. I'd advise you all to keep quiet and be flies on the wall. Listen, but if I hear too much buzzing, I may do some swatting. Understand?" Heads around the table nodded silently. None wanted to risk Paige's ire.

Paige turned back to me. "Our group met up in the parking lot. And figuring it would get us in the mood for some wild partying, we three stripped off our outer clothes and bras right there at our cars and pulled our togas over our heads. I told you Friday we would wear very short togas with thongs and nothing else. Well, we had matching sandals of course. Pauline just had to pull off her t-shirt and jeans and put on her sandals. The other slaves were already in their outfits."

"I wanted to make an entrance so I took the lead with Lenore and Charlotte side by side behind me. Pauline was next. The five other slave girls followed carrying our duffel bags. All the slaves had were their toothbrushes and that all went into my bag. So we made a little procession inside. Some of the attendees wore jeans or whatever but a fair number wore a costume of some sort. Most of the slaves wore lingerie or outfits that complemented their owner's, but a few were nude already."

"We checked in and a slave escorted us to our assigned area. My daughter Dee and her partner had reserved the area to our left. Marge had a single on the other side of Dee. Our place was marked off with partitions on three sides, open in front to an eight or ten foot wide walkway in front. The partitions were made of cloth in frames so there was no sound restriction, only visual. Our area had three large reclining patio type lounge chairs with cushions. They were not made up but each lounge had a pillow, two sheets and a blanket. Being indoors it was more than enough cover. Five rolled up yoga mats, one for each slave, were pushed under the lounges. There were no pillows for them but each had a sheet. A couple blankets were provided that could be spread over the whole slave sleeping area. We stowed our duffels toward the back wall behind the lounge beds."

Paige looked at Charlotte and Lenore before she turned back and continued, "I'm describing our area for a couple reasons. One is so you get an idea of how the place was arranged and secondly it plays a big part of the story later."

"At one time or the other, all of us have been to this type garden party. The set-up is basically similar with slight changes due to the venue. In this place, there was a stage area that was mainly used for administration and to make announcements. The check-in tables at the entrance were to be dismantled once the party got started. After that, late comers would check in at the stage."

"Women were steadily checking in so we decided to wander around and visit a little. Charlotte wanted to let as many people as possible see those slave outfits to gin up future sales. It is no wonder our girls were generating so much interest. Not only were three of them bald but women were shocked to recognize who they were. Lana, Candi and Allie are very well known. Of course, most of the membership knew they were enslaved but few had seen them in person. It was almost funny to watch the women blush. They held their heads high, though. I noticed some of the looks were sympathetic but the majority were slow shakes of the head. I had to tell my story several times that they actually belonged to my daughter's fiance but were being turned over to my supervision. Yes, Bas, I deliberately used the term fiance rather than boyfriend."

"We made our way around the whole facility. There were showers and a designated dining/general meeting area in front of the stage. The dining area separated slaves and free women. There was a wide walkway between long rows of tables. Two or three tables were placed together then a space to let people go around. Free women would sit in regular chairs at the tables while the slave girls knelt along benches in the walkway that served as their tables. It is a standing rule at all garden parties that apart from the benches serving as dining tables, furniture is off limits to slaves except for lounges while serving someone sexually. They either stand, kneel, sit or lay on the floor. Being the first night, dinner was not going to be served. There was a snack area at one end for sandwiches and finger food. And there was a bar area that was restricted to free women."

"Now when I say free women, I mean non-slave for Krewe purposes. Even un-collared submissive women are considered slaves and treated as such. I noticed several women without collars wearing only skimpy lingerie walking around. Many of them had hair ties around their wrists. That was to keep their hair out of the way when the action started. Most of the women, slave and free were made up nicely at the beginning. That would change as time passed. Few women bothered to redo their makeup. Sarah Lafitte and her girls used to use water resistant makeup that would last much longer and that has been adopted by some."

"As we walked around, several free women asked permission to speak with our slaves. Usually that was short greetings but a few carried on longer conversations. Some wanted a close look at the tattoos. All our slaves except Pauline had been fairly active in Krewe activities and were well known. We finally went back to our assigned area to wait for the opening ceremony," Paige said.

"Yeah, that's where everything started to turn to shit," Lenore offered glumly. "One of Mom's friends, Liz Broussard stopped by to visit. Liz is the mother of one of my college roommates. I told you about them. Oh, Charlotte, you knew Liz and I had history but I did not have a chance to tell you the whole story. I shared an apartment with three girls for much of my college years. We played games. Two girls would be slaves, do the work around the house and service the two girls on top. Slaves stayed nude in the apartment. Roles were determined by little challenges. Mostly grades were used, but we had a demerit system. If a girl forgot to do something or messed up at all, she'd get demerits. Like if a girl was not home at curfew, forgot to set her alarm and was late for class, anything and everything you can imagine. If a girl thought a demerit was unfair she could appeal. But if she lost the argument, she'd get an extra. We were pretty fair about it. And it kept us from misbehaving."

"One of those roommates was Sherrie's older sister, Jessie. Liz's daughter Margie was one of the more dominant of the girls, but she'd still take her turn as slave when she lost a challenge. Like I said, two girls would be slaves and two in charge. While us other three didn't mind taking turns playing sub, Margie hated it. We never kept track of course, but more often than not, like at least three quarters of the time or more, she was one of the top two girls and in charge. And when she was in charge, she was damn tough on whoever was in the submissive role. She would not hesitate to spank if she had the slightest excuse and she insisted her pussy be licked every night she could."

"I haven't seen Margie in years since she moved up to Shreveport, but I run into Liz on occasion. She is one of Waddsworth's clients and usually sends an employee but occasionally she comes herself. She always acts like she is in charge of everything around her. She rarely talks to me. Anyway, Bas, Liz showed up to talk to Mom and I think, to give me a hard time. She had to bring me up to date on Margie's life as if she hadn't before. How Margie is now married with a couple kids and all that. I knew better than to be impolite but I felt like telling her off when she started asking me personal questions. Her snarky attitude got to me."

Lenore's voice changed an octave and took on a sweet southern accent as she imitated the woman. "Oh yes, I hear you are single again after that nasty business where your husband got convicted and enslaved. That was for falsely convicting Wanda Robichaud, wasn't it? And I found it oh so amusing that shortly after that happened, you went to live with Wanda and her group as an unofficial slave for a few years. I guess being submissive is just part of your nature isn't it? In your thirties and still living as a slave just like during college and for a while after when you roomed with Margie. I heard you now live with the computer guy who found the evidence against all these ladies. Are you living as a slave girl in that household like you did before? How long have you lived there?"

"Fucking bitch and her attitude!" Lenore gritted. "I told her I'd lived with you for a long time and when she snorted it couldn't be that long, I said since early Fall. She sniffed and said 'several months is not a long time.' Then I told her we were engaged and no, I was not living as a sub. I was second in charge and we owned like thirteen slave girls not counting the four Mom brought plus one other she would have live with her. Plus we had another two slaves we farmed out to work and live with others. I was a little pissed. Mom told me later I should not have been 'snippy'."

"Yeah, you showed a little too much attitude and I could tell she was a little irritated, but if I'd interrupted to stop you it would only have made things worse." Paige said.

"How could it have made things worse, Mom? She had it in for me from the beginning. The bitch looked at me and said, "Well if you have so many slave girls, why didn't you bring at least one along with you? Your mother brought four and Charlotte here brought two. It seems you could have brought a few of the young ladies to share with the rest of us especially since this is your first garden party as a Krewe member." Lenore began to tremble with anger as she recounted the conversation. I noticed several of the girls stiffened and looked from Lenore to me.

"She told me it was 'poor etiquette'. The bitch said, "It's like going to a potluck dinner without bringing a dish yourself but still wanting to eat the food."

"I told her the line you said to use. I said my fiance has never liked the idea of garden parties after hearing about them from Derek Robichaud. You swore your slaves would not attend. Of course, the bitch turned that around on me," Lenore seethed.

"She said, "Well it sounds like your BOYFRIEND does not trust you to take care of his slaves away from home. That doesn't sound like someone who is second in charge of her household. After all, he is turning over five of his girls to your mother who we all know is a very dominant and forceful woman. Perhaps he knows you are just too submissive and weak to be left in charge of his slaves."

"I'm telling you I was pissed. I know my face turned red. I could feel the heat. And she twisted that around too. She said, 'Ahh, you are blushing, are you embarrassed? Now be honest, are you really living there as your boyfriend's submissive girl? Do you even have pubes like a free woman or are you shaved smooth like a slave? I saw your bare butt under that little toga, let's see what you have up front.' Then she got handsy and reached for the toga hem. I stopped her and almost lost my temper. I all but hollered, 'of course I have pubes!" Lenore finished.

"She turned to Mom and smirked as she asked her if I really had pubes and if she'd seen them herself. She went on to say she knew I remained hairless for my whole college career and while living with Margie as I was a slave so often, I didn't have much chance to even grow stubble."

Lenore blushed and said, "I held my breath. I just knew she was going try to turn that into something else too. If Mom had said she knew I had pubes and she'd seen them, Liz would have asked why Mom would be checking out my pussy. Mom just said she'd not been in a situation where she'd seen me naked for a very long time."

Paige nodded and said she lied of course, because if she admitted she'd pulled Lenore's pants down in preparation for a spanking before Christmas that would have really caused problems. She noticed a few of my girls sat up and stared at this revelation. She smiled at them and said, "I am in charge of my family. If I choose to, I will pull down either of my daughters' pants for a spanking and that includes their partners. Now that Charlotte seems to be close, she is under me as well." She turned to Charlotte, "Right, dear?" Charlotte blushed and nodded slightly.

"Only Bas is safe," Paige admitted with a grin. "Not that I wouldn't have liked to pull his pants down and paddled his bottom a few times, but I know if I'd tried, it would've been my butt that got turned scarlet." She grinned at me and blew me a kiss.

I asked if the trio of slaves were present at the time and what was their response. "Of course. They were standing right there listening to every word and giggling. Not loudly of course, they are too smart to take the risk. But I could tell they were totally loving watching Liz give Lenore a hard time," Paige said, looking at the three who blushed and looked away to avoid her gaze.

Charlotte took over the narrative. "Liz turned to me next and said she was happy I'd brought my two slaves as it showed I was a team player. She said she'd heard all about the case involving Lana. She knew I'd served on the auxiliary but had no idea Lana had been using me as her submissive slut and private sex toy. Then she said I only left the auxiliary a few months ago and asked if I'd regrown my 'woman fur' or if I was so used to having a bald crotch I'd continued the practice."

"I told her I was allowed to keep my pubes while I served on the auxiliary until Lana forced their removal one day. Liz said, "Oh yes, we used to allow initiates to mimic free women in that way. I think it was about a year ago we started shaving initiates when we had one service us and found they had fuzzy pussies. Of course many of our members did not bother to strip a girl when they served. I always did. I shaved three or four women when I caught them and I always spanked them for their non-compliance to the rules. It added immeasurably to my enjoyment."

Charlotte frowned as she continued, "When I said I now had pubes, she asked me point blank if I was willing to show her. I told her no. I knew if I did, she'd turn it around to say it proved I was still very submissive. Anyway, she left shortly after that and went on her rounds talking to other people."

"So, your friend did her best to put both Lenore and Charlotte on the spot," I accused Paige, "and you stood there watching, doing little."

"First of all, Liz Broussard is not my friend. I've known her for years, of course, since her daughter shared an apartment with Lenore. Liz is one of the coordinators for the garden parties. She's been on the organizing committee for a long time but when Candi was convicted, she took over the top spot." Lenore answered, frowning. "She's always been a fairly cruel bitch. Nothing overt. She is just one of those people who love to gain power over another. She'll push any submissive woman into a corner and take advantage whenever she gets the opportunity."

"Secondly, there was little I could do. Liz was talking to these two for the most part. She asked me a few things and I responded in a manner that did not antagonize the situation. If I'd stepped in, it would have made the situation worse. I know Liz, and she'd have claimed I was coddling my daughter and propose Lenore was too weak to stand up for herself like a free adult," Lenore added, defiantly. "These two needed to stand up for themselves on their own. I was happy to see Liz move on."