Decisions, Decisions
Nate woke to his 5:30 alarm. He crawled over Briana, who was awake on her back. He dressed quietly in his running gear, and stepped over the safety gate at the top of the stairs, and left the apartment. He put in a long run, and returned just before 7:00. He made some coffee and then climbed over the safety gate again and woke the girls. He told Martha she had 20 minutes to do both their enemas and then he would help Briana in and out of the shower tub.
With no chance for privacy, Martha administered her own enema in the bathroom while Nate showered right next to her. Once again, she heralded the completion of her enema with a hearty blast into the toilet bowl. Then Martha reloaded the hot water bottle with salt water, and told Briana to bend over. She pushed the lubed probe up her daughter's ass, and waited while the brine filled Briana's bowels. Nate stepped out of the shower and started toweling off just as Briana barked the enema effluence into the toilet bowl with her own measure of embarrassment.
Still with her hands locked behind her head, Briana could not safely step in and out of the shower without risk of falling down and seriously injuring herself, so Nate wrapped his arms around her belly from behind, and pivoted her into the tub. Tischendorf of the AeB didn't mention anything about the ankle bracelet getting wet, so Nate assumed there was no problem with Briana taking a bath or shower. Martha administered a complete shower and shampoo for Briana while Nate dried and combed his hair. When Briana was done, Nate safely lifted her back out of the tub again. He went to the bedroom to get dressed while Martha showered herself next. Briana stood and waited for Martha's help.
Once he was dressed, Nate told Martha to grab whatever Briana needed for the day, and he would help her downstairs. Nate removed the safety gate from the top of the stairs, and he stepped backward down the stairs, one step at a time, facing Briana. She stepped down a step at a time, with Nate remained alert in case she stumbled. Once at the bottom of the stairs, Nate admonished Briana from using the stairs without him. Martha, he explained, was not strong enough to catch Briana should she trip and fall.
Nate made some toast and ate a banana while he packed up his work laptop, and then kissed both girls properly goodbye. If the phone rings in the office, he told Martha, answer it. No one uses that number, so if it rings, it would be Nate calling her. He also reminded her to call him if she needed to. Martha asked permission to use his personal laptop to access the Internet. He nodded, and reminded her of the guest password, but warned her not to tell Briana. "Oh," Nate remembered on his way out, "It's time you and Briana shaved again - legs, pussies, and underarms," he clarified, and without waiting for a reply, Nate left Martha in charge of Briana's care as Nate left the apartment for to work.
Nate arrived back at the apartment after a full day of meetings. Martha was wearing her grey dress. Briana's fashion choices were severely limited with her hands locked behind her head, so she wore the white tube top again with the black skirt. Immediately Nate could smell cooking.
"I hope you don't mind," Martha explained, "I took the liberty of starting supper."
"Of course I don't mind," Nate assured her, "but I don't expect you to have to cook and clean."
Martha said she enjoys cooking, especially for other people, and was happy to prepare dinner for the three of them. She had prepared potato croquettes, a recipe her mother handed down to her. She found some fresh asparagus and pork chops in the fridge, and was ready to get those started. Nate kissed her delicately on the lips. "Thank you," he smiled.
Martha reported they had a very uneventful day, which Nate understood to mean boring. "You know," he said, "there is a restaurant on the bottom floor of this building. It is more of a bar, especially in the late night hours, but you can get a steak or a burger there. I think the kitchen closes at eight. Technically," Nate mused, "it's within the building, and certainly within 100 meters of this apartment."
"How about tomorrow?" Martha asked. Nate looked at Briana, who had not yet said a word to him, but nodded her head encouragingly with her arms locked behind her neck.
"As long as our problem child behaves," Nate looked at Briana, "I think that's a plan." Nate waked to Briana and kissed her on the mouth, and she returned the kiss with closed eyes. He pulled away, and looked at the clock on his cell phone. "The lock went on at six last night," Nate told Briana, "which is in 45 minutes, but you have two hours of penalty, so ..."
"Three," interrupted Martha, then she looked at Nate, "if that's okay with you." Nate shot her a quizzical look. "She forgot please and thank you again today," Martha explained.
"Again!" Nate scolded Briana. "That should be three more hours then, for a second offense." Briana looked sullenly at the floor. "Tell you what," Nate offered. "I'll give you a choice. Three more hours, plus the two from yesterday, which means you're locked up until 11 tonight, assuming you don't do anything else wrong, or ..." he paused for effect, "I unlock you right now, but right after dinner you and your mom put on a steaming hot lesbian sex show for me - and I mean a good one. If I'm not convinced by your erotic performance, you'll go back into the cuffs and collar overnight again."
Briana looked at her mom. "Don't ask her," Nate anticipated Briana's next move. "This is your decision." As Nate looked at Briana' arms locked behind her neck, he noticed appreciatively her underarm stubble was gone - he imagined Martha doing double duty shaving both of them, and looked forward to checking their other regions.
"I can do it," Briana looked at her mother, then at Nate, "but if you want me to make it really hot - to make us look like we're really into it - then it will take a bit more." Nate waited. "You give me a pass that I can use when I want so you don't punish me."
"A get-out-of-jail card," Nate nodded.
"Whatever," Briana shrugged. "You release me now, give me a pass, or a card, and you give my mom two passes she can use whenever she wants, and then we'll both put on a hot lesbian sex show that you won't forget."
Nate paused in thought. "Okay," he agreed. "But the pass doesn't work for lying," Nate added as an afterthought. "In fact, if you lie, not only do I punish you, but you lose your get-out-of-jail card."
Briana looked at her mother again and shrugged. "Okay," she said. Martha scowled bitterly at her daughter. "Hey," Briana replied defensively, "he was going to make us do it sometime anyway," she reasoned, "at least now you get something for it."
Nate fished in his pocket for the key, but he had changed trousers since yesterday, and didn't have the padlock key in this pair of pants, so he went to his office and retrieved the spare key, and unlocked Briana's padlock, then removed her collar and cuffs.
Briana lowered her arms for the first time in nearly 24 hours, and moved them in large circles, trying to regain the feeling in them. "Thank you, Sir," she remembered to say, avoiding needing her get-out-of-jail card so quickly. Nate massaged her shoulders, explaining it would help restore the circulation to her limbs.
Martha walked right up to Nate. "So now I have to have hot sex with my own daughter," she scolded, "but I have two passes, where if I do something wrong, you don't punish me." Nate nodded. Martha reached her left hand behind Nate's neck and gently pulled him down toward her as she tenderly reached her right hand toward his face, closed her eyes and opened her mouth to kiss him. As he leaned to return her kiss, Martha slapped Nate as hard as she could across his face. Nate recoiled with surprise. "Now I have one pass," Martha announced without a smile, turned, and walked away. Briana woofed out a monosyllable laugh.
Nate watched Martha walk to the kitchen where she started cooking dinner. He admired Martha's technique. If she had just wound up and slapped him, he would have instinctively blocked her arm with his. His reflexes were far too quick to have let that happen. As he played it back in his mind, Nate visualized her puckering up for a kiss, her right hand reaching affectionately for his face, but it was off to the side, which gave her more wind-up time to slap him harder. He noticed this discrepancy in the moment when it occurred, but Nate sensed it was just a quirk. Not a single neuron in his highly refined warrior brain alerted him to the imminent danger in plain sight. Nate was completely sucked in.
"TouchΓ©" Nate said aloud to Martha, nodding his genuine respect for being so thoroughly outwitted. Martha didn't turn to face him, but smiled broadly, relishing the moment.
Martha hadn't offered to cook out of some altruistic duty, but mostly she was bored. Sitting around Nate's apartment all day babysitting Briana was not her idea of a stimulating European vacation. Not that this was intended to be a vacation, but Martha came over with hopes of seeing at least some of the sights. Making meals occupied her time with something.