"Yes and no," I said. "Okay, explain."
Lenore grinned, "Margie's crotch is now as hairless as it was when she was a toddler which embarrasses her to no end. She hasn't been ordered to remove her pubes since we lived together long ago. It bothers her so much because of what it symbolizes. She is now in the submissive position. And she knows I am enjoying the Hell out of the fact I am on top."
"But as to whether I will let her mother off, the answer is 'no way in Hell.' The woman put me through too much. I am gonna push and make sure she feels every bit of punishment I possibly can. At least until she knuckles down and admits she lost to me. Like her daughter, she is totally humiliated to not be the one in control and she is reminded of that fact whenever she sees herself in the mirror or wipes her pussy. She has to acknowledge she is hairless from head to toe because I demanded it and she had to obey. I love it."
"What about Margie's plea about her family losing everything? Isn't it a little cruel to put her in that position? She was your friend at one point, after all," I said.
"Margie is still my friend!" Lenore said, fiercely. "She has a special place in my heart. I don't want to upset you, but Margie is like the old lover you still have feelings for. I know Christine still has a place in your heart. I also know if she was still here, I wouldn't be and it isn't really the same. But Margie, Jessie, and even Tracy and I share a very special connection. We competed with each other, but at the same time we trusted and really liked each other. We had each other's backs. Nobody else was allowed to fuck with us although we'd bend each other, or rather the losers of our competitions, over and nail their butts. The losers would hate it and the winners would gloat, but at the end of the day, we took care of each other."
"We are all kinda warped. Tracy moved up to Boston to work. She hates it there. It's cold and it snows. She doesn't like the attitude of the people because it is so very different than down here in the south. But at the same time, she is scared to move back. She knows both Jessie and Margie would put her up, give her a place to stay but would totally dominate her if they got the slightest opening. Part of her would welcome it and part is reluctant to take the risk. She knows full well what Margie and Jessie did to me at my bachelorette party. She called me to ask for details. Not ask, but demand my rendition of the event. She'd already heard from Margie and told me if I didn't fess up in detail, she'd fly down to blister my ass and I'd pay the plane fare. The four of us had that kind of relationship. All four of us were bisexual and lesbian lovers. I could tell she got off on it as I described what happened, wishing she'd been here for the main event. She orgasmed and giggled as I described it. Part of her enjoyment was knowing how embarrassing it was for me to not only relive it but have to admit I'd once again been taken down even as I was supposedly moving on with my life."
"But you are pushing Margie into a corner," I said. "Isn't that taking too much of an advantage of the woman's problems?"
"Bas, call her and ask her what she'd do to me if the situation was reversed," Lenore said. "I'll bet you money that at first she'd say she'd help me protect my family, but if you pushed, she'd also admit what it would cost me. She'd own my ass afterwards." Lenore giggled. "She'd hoped if she made the right moves quick enough, she'd get the upper hand and I'd back down and she'd stay on top. Now she knows better. She underestimated me."
"Margie is not really concerned about me," Lenore said. "She knows I'll protect her in the long run. BUT she also knows she will have to turn her ass over to me. I am not her problem. Liz is. She is afraid of how her mother is going to react. Her mother sees her submission as weakness."
"Is this a guess based on your history?" I asked, amused.
"Nope. It is based on Liz throwing a fit when Margie showed her those punishment panties like I'd demanded." Lenore giggled, "I knew Liz was not gonna be happy her dominant daughter could not get me under control. But when she found out I took Margie down so hard and got her to submit to such treatment, Liz blew her top and threatened to whip her ass raw. Margie sent me the photo of her freshly shaved crotch and called to say her mother 'went ape-shit.' Liz ranted about me and her 'dumbass wussy daughter' who couldn't take command and handle a simple problem. I'm sure Margie downplayed her angst about her mother being angry and knowing I had taken the upper hand as well. I love it."
"Bas, I'd like you to give me a hall pass where Margie is concerned. You heard Margie's husband gives her a pass where Jessie, Tracy and I are involved." Lenore looked at me. "I play with Charlotte with or without you, and she is open to you. Margie would be different. Because she is married, Margie would be mine on my own. I want to be free to ream her holes or spank her ass like she used to do to me. Of course, I was a submissive bitch and just gave myself up, but I'm no longer a pushover and I'll take any advantage I can." I told her I thought it okay as long as she told me details after. "Of course I will. That's part of the fun. And it will embarrass Margie all that much more knowing you are aware of every detail. Thanks, honey!" Lenore gushed.
"I've been giving it some thought. Do you remember that free woman you saw at the Hacienda that time who was playing slave to Sarah? Her name is Ginger Leboux. She also just happens to be Clarice's mother. Sarah had a long-standing grudge against her for the way she treated Sarah's dying aunt. When Ginger's business got into trouble and was at risk of bankruptcy, Sarah bailed her out. But it cost Ginger dearly." Lenore's grin turned to a leer. "I'd like to work Margie into a corner and make her my pet. And it will bug Margie all the more because she won't be forced but will give herself up. I'll work her around so she begs me for the agreement."
Charlotte arrived for dinner followed by Bobby and Tony. All my girls were warned and were happily appropriately dressed. "Hey, Uncle Bas," Tony said as he walked through the door. "Got an A on my history exam. Wanted you to know I am studying really hard on my other subjects, too!" I grinned at the boy. He'd told me about the upcoming test when he studied at my kitchen table the previous Sunday.
"I'm studying really hard too, 'Uncle Bas'" Charlotte whispered, with a big grin when the boys left to talk with Richard. "I read an article online about giving a blow job while holding a sip of hot coffee or tea in your mouth. I'm looking forward to testing the theory." I had to admit I was looking forward to it as well.