My Mother Owns Me

Leah seemed strangely relaxed when she paged me to return to the office. "I can't tell you everything now. I really don't want show my hand if I don't have to but I can assure you if you get your nipple pierced and ringed, it will be because I order it, not Sheila or Amanda or anyone else." I was not completely re-assured as Mom owned me and if she turned me over to Leah officially, my sentence would double. I'd rather get pierced. "Trust me. I have a plan. Now let's get ready for that meeting with the sales staff."

The meeting went well. I was not as uncomfortable as I'd anticipated. We discussed projections and problems. I asked them if they found the information I'd compiled almost two weeks before useful. They all said it helped and they appreciated it.

I stifled the urge to rub my butt as that was when Mom had called me into her office and caned me the first time for not finishing my work in the clerk's office. I realized I'd been too concerned with my own issues to confront Bob for setting me up for that caning.

I knew I'd have to be very careful as I was not in Mom's good graces right now. She might decide to prolong the time I served Sheila. I was not that confident in Leah's ability to help me or if she was even willing to stick her neck out that far. She might just be willing to mitigate what might be done like piercing a nipple.

"I need to go out again, Dave." Leah said. "Why don't you walk around the plant on your own. Just make an appearance and act manager-like." She chuckled at the idea of how I might interpret 'manager-like'.

She seemed upbeat when she returned. "All set. Okay you are aware of Sheila's intentions. I plan to stop her. How many arrows I take out of my quiver and shoot will be up to them. By them, I mean Mom, Amanda,and Sheila. I'm gonna warn you now it might get very intense. There is likely gonna be yelling, cursing, and 'gnashing of teeth' before it's over." Leah grinned. "Try to remember you are a slave and be polite. And for God's sake, do not get physical or even act threatening, no matter what is said."

"I went home and set up video cameras in the living room. I used the ones we used to record you and Crystal. You and I are the only ones who will know we are being recorded. I want them in case they are needed for proof. In this state you can record a conversation if only one party is aware. I am the one party. I'm not sure you count. A slave's ability to testify in court is shaky. From what I understand it's usually allowed only in abuse cases."

"The reason I am telling you about the cameras at all is so you know to NOT get too physical if any of the others decide to jump on me and beat my ass. Don't hit them, just pull them off and we will run." Leah said, half grinning. I was shocked and asked if that was likely or even possible. Leah shrugged. "It all depends on how far I have to go tonight." she offered vaguely.

You could cut the tension with a knife as we all gathered to eat dinner. Mom had given Mrs. C the night off but she had prepared a tray of cold cuts and cheese and all the fixings for us to make our own sandwiches.

"Well, let's go into the living room and have our talk." Mom announced. "Amanda and I are going to have some wine and I think Sheila wants a beer. Crystal, be a dear and get them. Normally, I'd let you slaves have your choice of wine or beer but I'm a little upset. Hell with it, get what you want to drink." Mom was obviously trying to control the agenda even though we knew Leah had called for the meeting.

Sheila could not control the smirk on her face and she openly grinned at me as she put a finger on her left nipple and rubbed it through her shirt. Then she winced as if it hurt. I understood the message. I half expected her to rub her ass next. Sure enough, just before she took her regular seat she rubbed her butt with both hands looking over her shoulder at me to make sure I was watching. Bitch!

Crystal served herself, Leah and me water as Leah ordered, much to Mom's amusement. I knew Leah wanted to make sure we had perfectly clear heads. Bob settled in place with his beer, assuming his usual fly on the wall imitation.

Mom leaned forward slightly. "Alright Leah, you called this meeting. I'm not overly surprised you are upset. You've always been a little overly protective of your charges. But I'm curious how you found out." I was turned slightly so I could see Leah, who looked a bit confused.

"Obviously, Dave told me as soon as I returned to the office from talking with you." Leah said. "I made it perfectly clear to Sheila that we will maintain a professional decorum at the office. We do not treat either Bob nor Dave like slaves. Ordering him to strip or rather lower his pants is not allowed anywhere but your office. And because he rightfully and I should add, politely refused upon our standing order she wants to cane him and have Amanda give one of her infamous strikes? No!"

"Oh, that." Mom said, her surprise evident. "Okay, we'll address that first. Yes, she overstepped a tad to use your office, but according to her she locked the door so nobody could walk in and observe any of their activities. He refused repeatedly. Now a slave refusing a direct order is NOT something I will allow under any circumstances other than life and death. She is well within her rights to cane him. She said six. If he'd refused my order, it would have been much more. He would barely be able to walk much less sit for a week. And if Amanda decides to pierce his nipple for disobeying her that is also acceptable. You know her order was he'd have that rubber band looped over his stuff at all times, until she ordered otherwise. I'd stand him up and see if he is wearing one now, but I'm positive you made sure he is. So Dave, you can resign yourself to your fate of a sore ass and a ringed nipple unless either one of these ladies changes her mind and lets you off."

Amanda and Sheila were grinning widely. "I'm going to cane him tonight here in front of everybody." Sheila announced. "And he'll really feel it again when I take him home and peg him. Mom said she is going to have to make an appointment for his piercing. We talked and decided to get him a real ring done the right way instead of that little earring type she gave Bob."

Amanda nodded and said " I told Dave that the rubber bands serve a dual purpose. A quick and handy implement of punishment and a constant reminder of his status. Dave's refusal to follow so simple an order has earned a permanent reminder to obey. I am comfortable sticking a little sterile needle through a nipple to just hurt it a bit and then let heal after a few weeks of wearing a tiny ring, but a serious ring requires a professional." I knew my ass was toast. Neither were about to change their minds. I could barely breathe. Leah had lost! Where were those arrows she mentioned?

"I really thought you were going to start by raising Hell about not being consulted before we filed to extend Dave and Crystal's enslavements." Mom said. I about pissed myself at the news. Crystal squeaked in shock, unable to do more. Leah even looked thunderstruck. She'd obviously been caught unaware.

"What?!!" I yelled. "I'm not even a month and a half into my sentence and you did that? You said I'd have the chance to prove myself."

"Sit down, Dave." Leah ordered me, pulling me back before I quite got to my feet. She turned to Mom. "And just why wasn't I consulted?" Leah demanded coldly. I was surprised she was not livid. She was obviously angry but not nearly as much as I would have expected under the circumstances.

"I'll answer David's question first." Mom said, glaring at me. "You did fucking prove yourself. What do you expect when you hack my computer? When you violate MY privacy? You may not be entitled to any privacy, but I certainly am. Perhaps hack is the wrong term, but you got past my passwords, and opened files. I know it was you because nobody else here has the ability to bypass a password. You just didn't look to see if I had installed protection to alert me when my computer is used. The last time was Monday when Carol and I were both out of the office. You sealed your fate then."

"Now for Crystal's unasked question of why her term was lengthened also, that was simply a matter of practicality. Both of you will be slaves for the next four years. Sheila demanded her sister be punished more. She'd given her reasons a few weeks ago as I'm sure we all remember." Mom said. "And the consensus was we all remain one big happy family." Sheila was grinning at her sister. It was more a cruel leer.

"Now, for you Leah. You drew your damn line in the sand, and as you put it, went "all in' Sunday. Well, I'm calling your bluff to use another poker term. I don't think you are about to walk away from millions especially when you said yourself multiple times Dave deserves to serve a longer sentence. And however much his nipples or ass suffers is not enough reason for you to go nuts either. His punishment will be done behind closed doors so no public exposure. Not like him sucking cocks at a party. But the overwhelming reason you were not consulted first is simply because you pissed me off with that big speech last Saturday. I am the top woman here and I do NOT like being pressured. Even by my cherished daughter."

"I'll agree you made some good points in that argument. We took Dave''s sucking cock off the table. Well publicly sucking cock anyway. I'm sending him to slave camp just as soon as I can get a spot. I'm going to request he get plenty of experience, sucking as many cocks as possible. I want him to remember the experience. It did a world of good for Bob. And in the long run I think Dave will stick around when he is eventually freed. I think you will work hard to convince him." Mom added, smugly. Leah merely frowned. I was getting a very bad feeling.

I thought she was about to say something when Sheila raised her hand. "May I say something?" she asked. "Leah, you said a slave cannot be beaten into working hard, especially a professional. And claimed they need to be enticed. And you also described how a slave also obeys completely and works hard when they are faced with an unacceptable alternative like a male on a work crew. I looked up all that up and you are right. A couple papers I read confirmed every bit of that."

"Well, I thought of an alternative that Dave will find totally unacceptable and we can do it without selling him off. It also allows me to go to school without a problem. If he does not want to work for the candy company and work his ass off like Sandra and you want, he'll simply become my pet, a human dog or rather a service animal." She paused to grin at me. "I'll take him to class on a leash. And I don't mean attached to his slave collar. It'll be to a tiny collar secured to his balls. I'll leave the leash hanging out his pants so everybody will see it and know full well where it is fastened. To Hell with him worrying about public humiliation. He'll carry my books and maybe a laptop so he can do some programming work while I am busy. If he doesn't want to program I'll let him just sit and be bored. And when I am studying at home, he'll quietly perch naked on a stool in the corner with a big dildo stretching his ass. So you see college is very much an option for me. I can easily supervise him like that."

"At other times, he'll be a regular house slave boy. Cleaning, doing laundry and all those other domestic chores you need to run a household. He'll even paint my nails for me, wash my hair and brush it out nightly. Not to mention using his mouth and cock for my pleasure whenever I want of course. And if Sandra is on board, I'll invite a girlfriend over on occasion. Davey better hope I don't find a boyfriend or Dave will be doing some fluffing to get him ready to screw me."

"The same goes for Crystal if she chooses to rebel in the slightest. Of course her leash might have to be attached differently," she sneered. "A ring or two is all it takes."

"Of course Dave can avoid all that by simply being a good boy and working hard at the company. Crystal just needs to continue where she is." Sheila grinned at me. "I told Sandra another idea I got from a television show I saw. When they gave an offer for the criminal to make a plea deal, they dropped all other charges. They put all that in writing. So I had your Mom check and they did not do that with Dave. They just did not prosecute him for a couple of the other charges they considered. One was violation of civil rights. It is harder to get a conviction for violating privacy but it is there. And those charges are on the table. Your Mom could request the DA prosecute him for another one or two of them. Oh how terrible to add another five or six years to the four he is gonna have to serve. What an imbalance! Do you think after working for the company for nine or ten years, he might just decide to stay long enough to get his reward? He might not have the choice. He could easily remain a slave that whole time."

Leah glared at Sheila. "Got it all figured out, don't you bitch? You are going to try to force me to agree to your bullshit to back off and let you do whatever you want to my brother's ass. My involvement will be a side issue."

"Yeah, I do have it figured out. His ass is mine. I'm going to ask Sandra to let me take him over except for when he is at work. There he'll be under your control. And the first thing I do is getting his nipple ringed. It'll be just a start. I'm sure he will screw up and get more. And at some point I'll tattoo my name on him as another permanent reminder." Sheila stated.

"Your interference pissed me off. I want you to back off and get out of my way. If you think you are so hard, I'll give you a chance to put your ass where your mouth is. Or should I say your cunt where your mouth is. The other day you went off about drawing a line in the sand and going all in. I wanted to show off a bit in front of my friends by showing up at the party with my very own slave boy who would obey my every command. Instead I had to eat my words and admit I could not even strip and display him there let alone make him suck a cock. And one of the girls had her gay brother already standing by for the show." Sheila said with a sneer.

"How about we go outside in the back yard or we could do it right here for that matter. We strip down and wrestle for dominance. A full on catfight. We go until one of us submits. If you are too chicken to really fight we can make rules like no punching or gouging the face that might do lasting damage to our looks. Loser becomes the winner's bitch for a month. Every thing a slave has to endure except be sold or marked. I'm game if you are, CUNT." Sheila spat. Leah scowled at the younger girl. "If you want to save Dave from getting that ring in his nipple step up. I'll even promise to not put one in yours. But I'll sure put your mouth and asshole to good use. You'll grovel and beg." Leah looked angry enough to take her up on the challenge.

I was seething. Mom and Amanda sat with slight grins on their flushed faces. I suspected they were aroused at the idea. "I wonder where she got the idea of wrestling for dominance with the loser being a slave." Mom said, looking at Amanda who shrugged and grinned back. "Nobody is gonna fight. This has got a little out of hand."

"I want my kids to stay with me and work for me willingly. I'm sorry, but if I can't do it the easy way, I'll do it the hard way. I'd rather not get charges added. The civil rights thing is iffy but it is the one with the biggest penalty. Jasmine told me I was crazy but she is looking into it. I'd much rather have both of you willingly work together for me. I'm going to retire in eight or nine years and you two will take over management. That is if we don't sell out earlier."

"Wow, you guys seem to have discussed all this and covered your bases without a word to bring me into the fold." Leah said quietly, almost sadly. And Mom you never mentioned selling the company before. How would that work, would you give Dave and me a fair share of the proceeds?" Mom nodded and said 'of course'. "Yeah, I'm sure we'd get exactly what we were entitled to receive. Unlike up to now." Leah added. Mom frowned.

"Okay, I'm gonna tell Dave a little story. Some of you know most of it but there are some very interesting parts you don't know, so everybody pay attention." Leah said, patting me on the thigh.

I so hoped this was the 'arrow of all arrows' as I knew my shit was weak. I was still reeling from being told my sentence had been extended. I already knew Sheila wanted me to toe the line or else. She loved having me as a toy. Now she was making her big power play.

"Dave, if you remember back to a week or so ago. I told you Mom planned to share her portion of the company with us if we worked there for ten years. I said what we'd each get should be twenty two and a half percent of the company. You questioned whether your share was really worth ten years of your dignity. Well I was wrong on a few accounts. First of all, when Mom said share or maybe she said split, I calculated she owned ninety percent. The other ten owned by Bob. If she gave us half of that and we split it, we'd each have the twenty two and a half. Mom never corrected me. I was wrong. She was never gonna give us a single bit of of her ownership."

Mom stiffened and began to protest. Leah held up her hand. "My turn to talk now, Mother. You can correct me later."

"Dave, when you asked if I thought it was worth ten years, I said hell yeah and showed you how much the company was valued. Mom had mentioned it at dinner. How she'd tried to have it evaluated low so she could sue Bob's slave estate for some of his share. Even using those figures, you were very surprised that I estimated our portions would be worth about thirteen million. Telling you that made me decide to look up some files and confirm what I'd said. Did you know we are listed as being on the board of directors? We have a closely held corporation but we still have a board to meet legal requirements. The board includes Bob and Mom of course. Amanda also appears. Okay, old time friend and an accountant, nothing suspicious there. But our being named got me curious so I started investigating. I wondered if we were just filling a legal requirement like a board must have a certain number of members."

"I had questions so I wound up going to visit Grandpa and Grandma Angelle and they had a very interesting story to tell." Leah said. Mom sucked in her breath and began to openly fidget. "Now I'll skip the details of how I made each discovery and just get on to the story except to say this. Mom, it was NOT Dave who snooped the computer in your office. It was me. I did not hack a thing. I found your list of passwords and before you accuse me of doing something illegal, I will point out I am an executive manager and board member so I am entitled to look at any and all company information."

"Okay, when Mom and Dad first started the company, they did not have enough money. Mom had the idea and business acumen. Dad was not a bad businessman either but the candy company was Mom's project. Dad's grandfather, our great-grandfather, gave him startup money with the stipulation he get a pre-nuptial agreement. The Angelle family, namely Dad would own forty percent of the whole company no matter what. Because Mom was really the force behind the company she got the other sixty."

"Now she needed an accountant to help her. Guess who? Right the first time!" Leah paused dramatically. "It was her old and VERY close friend, Amanda!" Leah stated with a flourish, answering her own questions. "For her services, Amanda got five percent of the whole shebang. Now do the math, because Dad's share was locked in stone, Amanda's share came from Mom's so she was down to fifty five percent ownership."