"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.
At dinner as we went around the table talking about our day, Bobby said, "I know Tony and I were supposed to be with our dad tonight, but he had a gig over in New Orleans. To tell the truth, I'd rather be here with y'all." Tony nodded. I was surprised neither boy seemed to be angry about the situation of missing out on time with their father.
"The asshole has been skipping out on everything," Charlotte told me later. "He's two months behind on his child support. I'd be happy to let the idiot by if it were only that, but neglecting my boys is not right. I'll put him in the parish penal farm if he doesn't start doing right by them. Louisiana is one of those states that doesn't put up with dead beat Dad's." I asked her if she needed money to make up for the missing child support. "Oh, Hell no! My cash flow has straightened out and I don't really need the money. It is the principle of the thing. I've decided to put what he gives me into a college fund for the boys. But the bastard needs to own up to the responsibility of being a parent. I hate to say it but... Fuck it, NO I DON'T! Bas, you are more of a father figure for those boys as their unofficial uncle than their real Dad is. The boys know it, too. They talk more about you than they do their father. When their father said he was going to be busy tonight, I overheard Bobby tell Tony, 'Good! Maybe Mom will take us to see Bas and Richard when she goes over for dinner this week.' Tony agreed." I tried my best to not tear up but was a little unsuccessful. It gave me a warm feeling.
"I need to ask you something, Bas," Charlotte said. "Lenore told me about Margie. If she gets Margie in a compromising situation, uhhhh like you know, uhhh, can I sort of work her over too? I mean, I know Margie is a free woman and should be off limits, but if Lenore gets a free pass to use her, would you give me permission also?" I was puzzled and wondered why she was asking me.
Charlotte almost looked offended. "Bas! Of course you know I'd never touch or let any MAN other than you touch me! And the same with a free woman. I'd never cheat on you nor Lenore. I'm one of your women. I'd only mess with Margie with your permission and with Lenore there!" I was not sure what was going on but told her that if Lenore was doing something, she could go along with her. I added she'd have to work around Margie's restrictions about other free women as well. She seemed happy with what I said. "I somehow think that might not be a problem."
Later that night, when I asked Lenore, she laughed at me. "Bas, you are in the same position your buddy Derek is. You have three wives. Well, Brenda is on the edge. She'd still prefer to make you solely hers or mainly hers even if she has to share a little, but she knows that isn't gonna happen. Charlotte considers herself your wife, girlfriend, concubine, significant other, or even slut. In her mind, she belongs to you and she sees you as hers, just like Lou and Sarah consider Derek. We've all talked about how it works. Don't be surprised if either of them turn up pregnant when her implant runs out. I checked to make sure they are good for at least another nine months or so. I fully intend to bear your first child."
I looked at her in shock and asked if they'd talked about moving them all into the household as well. "Oh, sure we did," Lenore answered with a grin. "Brenda already is dealing with Richard being part of the family dynamics. And all it entails. We talked about the practicality of Charlotte's boys being around slave girls. All the nudity we have now might not be allowed, but otherwise, we don't see a problem. We'd just have to build on an extension to the house. But that is doable."
"I see you three are not consulting me about any of this," I said. I was thinking about Derek's comment about his women making decisions as I said it. "Don't you think, I should have a vote?"
"Silly boy. You already voted. You did it with your cock when you invited us all into your bed and your life. You accepted us and we accepted the situation. You even brought those boys into our lives."
