Saturday mornings were always wild. The girls would wake up horny. It would take a lot of attention to cool them off so that we could get some breakfast. Afterwards, it was just more of the same.
Maybe that was why I felt good about the way Sis and Mom began talking about Ronnie. He was about thirty-two or three, and Lori was going to start telling him what to do, too. I heard them talking about it one afternoon, and the way Sheila just accepted the notion that Lori would rule Ronnie was wild.
They were sitting at the kitchen table while I was doing the dishes. Lori was talking about how much she liked Ronnie, and how she would treat him if he lived with us – if only she could get at him.
"I'm sure that it will be all right, dear," Mom said. "I know that Ronnie thinks you are one of the prettiest things that he has ever seen. He says you area smaller edition of me. Isn't that sweet of him?"
"Does he have any idea of the way we live?" Sis asked.
"He knows that you are the strong one, and that you run things here. I haven't told him much of anything else. But, he is so submissive, so docile, I'm sure that you'll know just how to handle him."
Lori giggled. "Our Ronnie, Mom," she corrected. "I love it when he leaves you bulging with honey for me, but I would like to get some direct."
"I'm sure you'll get lots of it direct, dear. I know how much Ronnie likes you, and how much he respects your strengths, too."
Ronnie came to our house for dinner the following Friday evening – he stayed forever. I guess it will be forever. Only time will tell about that.
That first Friday night we sat down at the dinner table. Lori was all dolled up with the eye makeup and lipstick. I had done her and Mom's hair so they both looked to be particularly young and lovely. Ronnie kept looking from one to the other, and they certainly were very much aware of his admiration.
Lori kept giving him bright smiles and blinking her big, sparkling eyes. The poor guy never had a chance. Sis waited until we were having our desert, and then she started in on him.
"When we have finished dinner, Ronnie," she said, "you can help Peter with the dishes. If you are going to hang around here you will help with the work. Is that clearly understood?"
Ronnie got red in the face, but he just nodded. "That's all right," he said. "I don't mind helping."
Lori gave him the eyes, the stern face and turned him inside out. "You don't mind anything I say to you, do you, Ronnie? Or anything that I might do to you. Did you know that I am a mean bitch, Ronnie? Did you know that I am going to turn you into a meek little puppy dog? Did you know that, Ronnie, baby?"
Mom sat back and watched, and so did I. Ronnie looked like someone had stunned him with a ball bat. Lori hauled off and smacked him across the face with her open palm, almost knocking him off the chair. He began to shake. Then Sis bent forward and kissed him on the mouth – gently and sweetly.
"Do we understand each other, Ronnie?" she asked. Ronnie nodded his head, and she kissed him again. "You'll enjoy your life from now on, Ronnie. I will tell you what to do, when and how to do it, and you'll obey me and stay out of trouble, because if you don't, I'll cut your balls off and feed them to the birds. You know that now, don't you?"
He nodded his head in a hurry. Lori had Ronnie's face pressed against her bosom. All of a sudden, Sis had one of her tits out and was pushing it into his mouth.
"Suck, baby," she said, "suck my tittie for now. Then we will go into the bedroom and I'll suck your cock. How's that sound?"
He only groaned as he held her breast with his hand and sucked on it… His easy surrender had Sis really fired up. She started turning mean right away. She made him get up and go into the bedroom. We all went along. When she told him to get undressed, he did so. He glanced at Mom once, but she just gave him a helpless stare. Then he let Lori handle his big cock and balls, all the while he never said a word. Sis got her mouth on it, and she popped him in a hurry. When I looked at Mom, I could see that she was having a nice time, too.
Ronnie was submissive, maybe, but he was really quite a man. After Lori took the edge off for him, we all got undressed. While Ronnie fucked the girls silly, Lori made me eat them. After a while, she made me suck Ronnie off, and then he had to do me. It was plain that he was in heaven.
He took to domination by Lori like a duck takes to water, and he was as obedient as she could wish. He had to spend some time fucking each of them, and Lori kept him and me hopping until we finally fell asleep.
She was awake bright and early – and as horny as could be. She went right after Ronnie's big cock, and after she popped him a couple of times, she took care of me. As Mom was still asleep, Sis was having herself a ball.
She sent me off to fix some breakfast while she explained to Ronnie that he was to move in with us so that she would be able to have him close at hand always. He agreed to that. Then she told him to pop me before I went off to school and bring her the honey in a sweet and loving kiss.
I could see that Sis was happy with Ronnie, and he was happy with her, too. She was always kissing him and playing with his cock. Sis kept telling him that she would do awful things to him, and she would make Mom do terrible things to him… he just loved that kind of talk.
She made me shave him, and then she put the shaving lotion on his balls. When he yelled, she hit him in the face, explaining that he had become a slave, her slave, and he was not allowed to do anything except what he was told to do.
Sheila woke and they had some breakfast. Afterwards, Ronnie got to spend a little time in the bathtub while Sheila and Lori drenched him with a golden shower. He loved that, and I was not too surprised to see him move closer so that he could put his mouth over Lori's spurting cunt. He really flaked her, and she must have come a dozen times before she finally slid her pretty butt away so that Mom could give him a drenching…
He took a shower later, and then the girls wanted both of us on the bed… that first day became an endless orgy. Sis had three of us to dominate, and she sure worked hard at it. I think she was utterly unglued by Ronnie's willingness to endure anything that she might want to do to him, and she began doing things to him that brought him new and constant anguish. Yet, he thrived on it – so did I.
As time went by, Lori's cruelties became refined and more numerous. She liked to push toothpicks down our cocks, and shove all kinds of things up our assholes – she got to be real expert with that kind of stuff.
Too, she persuaded Ronnie to buy her all sorts of dildoes and gadgets. She loved to strap on a big, fat imitation prick and fuck us silly with it. After a time, she became an expert with ointments and lotions, driving us up the walls when it was applied to our sensitive flesh. She seemed to enjoy making us moan – and we enjoyed it, too. There is no doubt that Ronnie and I are dedicated masochists… Sheila is in the same boat.
It is unfortunate that the case of Peter D., his sister, and his mother did not come to the attention of a psychotherapist sooner than it did. It is almost beyond the best therapist's abilities to restructure the psychology of a twenty-four-year-old man. Even with the indication given by Krafft-Ebing in the fragment of the case that was quoted earlier, it is extremely unlikely that Peter's masochism will lend itself to total and permanent submergence in his unconscious. And the pessimism that has to be directed toward the subject's mother and sister is even more justifiable.
CHAPTER FOUR
A bright bluebird, its wings still and slanted, glided to a perfect landing on the low branch of a tree a few feet from where I sat. It was gorgeous in the brilliant sunshine, and I stopped eating my sandwich, afraid the rustling of the paper would scare it away. Ignoring me, it began to peck at something on the branch.