Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 52

"Guess we missed the show," Tony said when he followed Richard through the front door a half hour later. I asked him what show. "The hot girls in those skimpy slave girl costumes!" he said, happily. His younger brother poked him and murmured something. "I know! I know!" Tony turned back to explain. "Mom said I was to behave and act like a gentleman. But you gotta admit, your girls are hot and seeing some of them in those outfits, well...." I reminded him he did need to follow his mother's orders to behave and then smiled as I agreed they were hot. He grinned as he and his brother took their backpacks to the bedroom they used while visiting.

Richard was grinning as well. "They like eye candy. I can't blame them any. I'm glad you didn't have all these girls running around when I was their age. I'd never have been able to think about anything else. I might have gone blind!" After a few seconds of confusion, I burst out laughing. I had to agree.

We had a pretty normal weekend around the house. Saturday, we went to the Hacienda for another hog butchering party and barbecue. I was amused to note that although she was friendly with Tony, Angie was very careful to avoid teasing him. She wanted nothing to do with being taken to a garden party.

"Yeah, I know the woman," Derek said, when I told him about Beth. "She is super cute and crazy smart, but she has a bit of a screw loose when it comes to being sexually submissive. Sarah once suggested we bring her here. That was before Lenore came. I didn't like the idea and Beth had her own home and independent life. We have enough on our plates with our girls and Sarah dealing with Ginger Leboux. I put up with Ginger partially because she is Clarice's mother and partly because she was such a bitch to Sarah's aunt. In my opinion, she deserves all the crap Sarah dishes out. I consider her a hobby for Sarah. More like a pet- best kept on a short leash you can snatch up when she steps out of line." Derek laughed and almost snorted beer through his nose. "Sorry, but I hate people who treat a dying person the way she did."

"This arrangement with Beth is gonna be another of those things you file under the category of 'Ain't gonna be able to do anything about it anyway'. Then sit back and enjoy the show. Hell, you might even be invited into the mix. If I was twenty years younger, I'd love to be. I'm willing to bet Beth would love to 'be forced' to do whatever you order. Not physically forced, I mean. Just ordered and she'll allow herself no option but to obey no matter how uncomfortable it makes her. The way I read Beth is her arousal stems from that loss of control rather than the sensations from what her user does. And she craves it."

Sunday evening, Charlotte wasted no time before she gathered up her boys to take them home. She paused only long enough to give me a warm hug and kiss. Beth waved and smiled at me before she left with her girl, Barb. None stayed for dinner, which both surprised and disappointed me. I'd told Sonya to prepare enough food to feed an army. "I dropped Martha and Julie off on the way home," Lenore reported. I asked her how the weekend went.

"Pretty much like I expected. Everybody knew Liz, Martha, and Julie had been collared. Few seemed really surprised. Several women told me they had a betting pool going for how long it would take for one of the women to break and try to get out of their agreement. They knew it was a matter of time before one of the women would balk and they'd all face actual criminal charges. Almost nobody seemed really sympathetic. Well, a few showed a little pity but virtually everyone said the three deserved what they got."

"Mom brought Pauline to help supervise the Trio. Between our six newly enslaved and popular sluts, we had plenty of visitors to our cubicle. Actually, we had an area that extended four normal units wide. We needed the space." Lenore laughed. "And of course the six hated every minute from the time they first stripped to the minute they walked out the door."

I asked about Margie. "Oh, I kept Margie on her leash so she was not accosted. A few recognized her resemblance to Liz and asked, though. She hated being tagged as a pet and it hurt her ego. But appreciated I did it to take care of her. She had to watch her mother being used repeatedly, but she knew what was going to happen so she was prepared to watch Liz taken down and reduced to bawling and tearful begging which Liz did in abundance. I kept Margie busy doing me orally and of course, I got her off often. In fact, she was my sole plaything the whole weekend."

"I have to say that was most enjoyable part of the whole weekend. It was a complete reversal of our past roles. She followed me around like a puppy dog except when I sent her on errands. The woman stayed wet with arousal. For a girl who was so adamant to stay in charge when we lived together, she is surprisingly submissive now. Sorry to say, Bas, but with our agreement, you can't touch her." I immediately said that was not a problem.

"Okay, good. How about Beth?" Lenore asked, smugly. "Beth?" I asked. "Oh, don't play innocent. Although I know you were a perfect gentleman. Well, of course you looked and I'm sure, enjoyed the view. You had to be at least a little interested. She is hot. Charlotte ordered her to change her clothes here and be ready to go when we arrived. I told Beth to answer any questions you might have. She told me what you talked about and said you did not take advantage even when she teased you. She already knows I would make her available to you and is fine with the idea. In fact, she was half hoping you'd have pushed her a little the other afternoon. She has not touched a man since her husband left her several years ago." I was a little surprised their discussion had gone that far.

"Bas, the woman is a little messed up. Her submissive nature makes mine look tame. She is a half inch from being self-destructive and is pretty masochistic although it is not pain itself that gets her off. If a man or woman stepped up and tried to pick her up or seduce her, she'd stand her ground confidently and assertively. But with somebody who has abused her, especially multiple times, she falls apart. She has zero resistance. She said she thinks she is punishing herself for her perceived failures. Or rather inadequacies. We discussed how I needed structure and rules to be happy but she admitted she needs a bit more. She is very well-disciplined on her own but then admitted if she had somebody impose rules, even ones she might not like, she could cope better. She sees the sex as a major component. She needs demeaning, often painful, sexually-oriented punishments. I've never seen a woman crave the submission like her. She hates feeling inferior but allowing women to take a superior position and make that happen just overwhelms her."

I told Lenore I liked Beth and began to say her lifestyle was her problem but not ours when Lenore interrupted. "Bas, I sort of adopted her like a new puppy. Well, Charlotte and I are gonna double team Beth. Nothing too harsh, just enough to satisfy her urge and not let just anybody take her down. From now on, if anybody tries anything with her, she will tell them she belongs to us and they need to get permission from one of us first. She has named us her guardians to, as she joked, 'the Gateways of Hell.'

I could not help but laugh at the absurdity. Lenore was not impressed with my attitude. "Bas, she needs this. Plus, you should be happy I am keeping my own submissive urges, such as they are, under control by imposing rules on others and not just our girls. Charlotte agrees."

I shook my head, "Well, I can see you've made the decision. I guess you are going to ask for another hall pass to include yet another free woman in your play. Charlotte probably will also." Changes like adding a slave girl or three had been done and accepted. Adding a free woman, Margie, into the mix was new and still a little harder to accept. Adding yet another was pushing the envelope. I tried to keep those thoughts to myself.

Lenore saw right through me. "I'm not suggesting we add Beth to our household. She has her own place and her own life. I'm just going to take over this one part of it."

"Beth admitted she gets super aroused from the humiliation of submitting to women she feels inferior to her," I said. "Not exactly her words, but close enough. Does she see you as one of those women?" I grinned to take the sting out of the possible insult, but I wondered.

"Fuck you, Bas!" Lenore said with a mock scowl. "But the answer is no. Beth, Charlotte, and I have had some serious talks. She told us about that. Just imagining the humiliation she'd feel being subjugated by the woman, or as Beth refers to her, 'the airhead loser bitch', who seduced her ex-husband away was at one time the ultimate low that fueled many of her early fantasies. Beth knew she couldn't really ever get past that if she'd let it actually happen. It would have taken her fantasies of self-punishment too far."

"Beth considers Charlotte and me peers. She said she appreciates our talents. She has actually suggested we might get involved in a few business ventures together as partners. She'd likely be the leader in whatever venture but insisted on being the follower otherwise." I asked Lenore if she didn't think we had enough on our plates, plus we were financially set as far as outside ventures. "It's not like we need the money but it would be interesting. I'm looking forward to another challenge. And yes, getting married and having a baby would be fulfilling and should be enough, but I like the idea. So does Charlotte. We want you on board."

I knew what I had to say, "It's fine with me, dear. Go be Miss Methadone and have fun." Lenore giggled and gave me a warm hug.

Heather was the only girl now who stayed home after the others left for school or work. Before she was convicted for her drug offense, she'd been a part-time student and worked as a coffee barista. I knew Lenore was looking for some way to keep the girl busy and they'd discussed her eventual return to school. For now she hung around the house doing a few chores. This week, I put her to work helping me take our fleet of cars to Liz's dealership for servicing.

"So instead of you using some of those stacks of money you have in the bank to buy new or almost new vehicles from me, you want me to fix that fleet of junkers?" Liz asked with a frown. I told her I wanted them serviced and understood Lenore had already discussed it with Margie. "Yeah, they made the deal that we'll fit your cars into the regular schedule. It doesn't mean I wouldn't rather make a little profit. Oil costs, you know."

"You know, I could bend you over that desk and check your oil, if you know what I mean," I said, good-naturedly but the hint of a threat was still there. I heard a laugh behind me, and turned to see Margie in the doorway.

"Normally, Mom would love it if you did, Bas," Margie giggled. "But she has to be a little sore after that workout she got this past weekend." Liz blushed scarlet. "Don't worry, Mom. I'm not going to suggest Bas check to see how stretched you are. You know normal mother/daughter boundaries have been shattered. But Bas should know I spanked your butt last night when you ran your mouth about how difficult your weekend ordeal was."

Margie turned to me. "Of course you get free service for all your vehicles, Bas! Just bring them in one or two at a time and we'll get to them as the schedule permits. Labor is free but Lenore agreed you'll cover parts and supplies at cost, right?" I nodded. Even if I offset those costs, they still had to pay their employees for their labor so they still lost financially. Lenore insisted she did not want to be entirely 'fair' in their dealings.

Margie offered to walk me to the service center to introduce me to the manager. "I want to thank you, Bas, for accepting the limitations of my relationship with Lenore and not trying to push me to do anything that will violate my marriage vows," Margie said as we walked outside. "I am willing to do almost anything to protect my family, but that is one step too far. I talked to Ginger Leboux this weekend. She told me she has no such protection and has been ordered to give blowjobs as penalties. She says she is a total lesbian and can't stand the idea of sucking cock which is why I suppose Sarah makes her do it."

"I know Lenore has told you stories about our history and you saw how aroused I got when Lenore stripped me in front of you. I couldn't help it. I am a total perv but I have my limits. And this past weekend was wild. I'd heard stories about what occurred at those parties, but it far exceeded what I'd envisioned." Margie grinned and blushed. "This is all going to totally disrupt my family, but we'll adjust. Nick and I'll have to relocate the family eventually. This dealership is just too important. For now, one of us will make the two-hundred mile drive as our schedules permit."

We made arrangements with the service manager to deliver and pick up cars from my house according to openings in his workload. I assigned Heather to be the liaison, which surprised her. I told her she was to make a list of the vehicles and coordinate the rotation. She'd have to make sure everybody in the household had adequate transportation and if necessary, be their chauffeur. I gave her a credit card for gasoline and told her that included fueling the vehicles. "You can count on me, Boss!" she said enthusiastically. I realized later she had never been trusted to be in charge of anything and was thrilled with the opportunity to prove herself.

My next appointment was to see John Dupree. I needed more than a simple renovation of my garage to house and feed the growing family and guests. Just seating the existing family and a few guests for a dinner was a problem. Fortunately, I'd managed to buy a large enough piece of property when I'd originally built my home.

If I had not had land to spare, I might have sold it all and moved into the country like Derek. I mentioned doing that once to Lenore. She hated the idea and said we could make it work where we were.

John was amused but looked forward to the challenge of transforming my existing home into a much larger dwelling and not lose the aesthetics. He would bring in an architect and take care of all the building permits. All I'd have to do would be provide the funding which, thanks to my friends and extended family, was now a non-issue.

John thanked me once again for my help with his nephew and the family business. He gave me too much credit for my interaction between Charlotte, her slave Cindy, his former sister-in-law, and his family. "No. It's a community," he said, simply. "And I'm happy to be part of it."

It was the idea of community that got me back in touch with Beth Edwards or rather her girls the next day. Lenore called me to say Beth's office computer network was 'acting up' and she asked me to take care of it. I had nothing better to do and my computer geeks were in busy at school so I drove over.

Barb, the slave girl I knew, met me. "Hey, Mr. Landry!" she greeted me. "Thanks for coming!" I told her to call me just Bas. "Okay, Just Bas, thanks for coming. Let's go in back and you can meet Ellie. She's our other girl. Ellie, this is Just Bas, Lenore's fiance. He's here to fix our computer." She broke out into giggles.

"Ahh, yes, the computer guru and Beth's cock therapy," Ellie offered with a giggle of her own. They were obviously in a jovial mood. I was surprised that, for slaves, they were unusually forward. Both women were slightly larger than Beth, standing about five and half feet tall. While Barb had a slighter build, Ellie had a well-developed musculature. I suspected she loved her time in the gym. She was blonde and reminded me a little of Sonya. Both women were extremely pretty and outgoing. They breathed confidence.

"Damn computer is locking up and seems unusually slow," Ellie announced. "The glitches just started. I hope it's not a serious virus. I know I've been careful. I insisted Beth buy some encryption software a year ago to protect our files. I don't trust some of those bitches she knows. I figured that sooner or later one of them would try to take advantage and snoop our stuff. Some might even be cruel enough to decide to fuck Beth in other ways than physically."

"Often in the past, her dommes would send her photos or a short video to 'remind' Beth of their interaction. Several gave Beth standing orders she was to periodically, like once a month, examine photos they sent and reply back. She'd open the file and then write back to thank them for the encounter and say she looked forward to repeating it in the future. They knew it intensified her submissiveness. I always suspected a more nefarious reason. I've never caught any particular trojan file, but have seen where a 'possible' virus was stopped."

"Let me back up and introduce myself," she said with a warm smile. "I'm Ellie, Beth's PA and general Girl Friday. You've met Barb here. She is Girl Thursday and my assistant. Her main job is to handle our private affairs at home, but we interchange duties all the time. What do you need from me?"

I told her to give me her system sign-on password and show me to the computer. I told her I brought everything else I needed but coffee. Barb quickly fetched me a cup. "I'd hoped you were gonna hack into it to test the encryption," Ellie said with mock disappointment when the home screen came up. I told her I could do that but then I'd have to charge double and this was easier and quicker. It didn't take long for me to find the problem. Somebody had indeed slipped a virus into the system. It was set to allow remote access but had not been completely activated. It did have the effect of causing glitches.

"I knew it!" Ellie seethed. "I knew one of those women would not be content to just fuck with Beth sexually but would try something. Not content to just get a sneak peek into her panties but want a look at her files too."

I told Ellie that I'd add better encryption after I cleaned and changed a few system parameters. I explained a few of my girls were expert in cyber security and they were developing some protections that few could beat. She was thrilled. I noticed her watching me closely. "This is great. We could never have afforded this level of expertise. I'm glad Beth hooked up with Lenore and Charlotte. They'll be good for her. Not that it'll cure her. But hopefully, it'll help."

I asked her how much she knew about the whole plan between the three. "Intimately, Just Bas. Beth is our girl. She belongs to us just as much as we belong to her. Well, not legally, but emotionally. We are business partners as well as her slaves and we protect each other. The problem is, as slaves, Barb and I can't do much to help her with her demons." I mentioned her comment about cock therapy and Ellie grinned.

Barb said, "We enjoy being smart-asses when we can. Like the Just Bas wise-cracks. We could tell you were not offended. Neither of us would want to get our butts blistered and we've been informed Lenore and Charlotte are in charge. And that includes you. We have no secrets, well except for business, which you probably would not care about anyway. But everything personal, any intimate detail, concerning the three of us is now an open book. Ask, and we will tell." I did not know what to ask or even if it was necessary.

"Of course, we read everything we could about you online after Lenore and Beth got close a few weeks ago at that garden party. We already knew Lenore fairly well because of her working at Waddsworth, her mother Paige, and her association with Sarah Lafitte. I sort of understand your being on the spectrum. I had a younger brother who was also. I say 'had' which is one of the reasons we are enslaved." Barb paused.