Gotta Pay the Piper Ch. 13

"I guess you've had it done yourself." Brenda offered. "I couldn't feel even a hint of stubble when you had me lick you. Just like any of us slave girls." Lenore said she is not going to have the full treatment this time. She decided it was time to grow at least a little landing strip above her pussy. I thought it funny they seemed so concerned about pubes.

"It's not just the hair. It's a symbol, Bas." Lenore explained. "Pubic hair is a badge of growing up and making your own decisions. Free women have the right to wear it like they want. Slaves do not. At those garden parties I saw a lot of naked women. All the free women had pussy hair, from a landing strip to a full bush. Slaves did not have a single hair. Once my hairless state was noticed, I didn't get the same respect the free women gave each other. Most just saw that much and did not know the circumstance. I was a slave but only within our group not publicly. Even as an adult when I went back home to live with my Mom and had to accept her rules, she took my pubes. It was humiliating. It denoted my status or rather loss of my adult status in the household and every female in the family treated me that way." I thought it ridiculous to put that much importance on a little patch of hair.

"It may sound dumb to you and it probably is." Lenore said. "It may not be universal, but among women in my part of society it is a real thing." I asked why she hadn't grown it back already if it was that important to have some. "That inhibitor solution is pretty effective. I'm just now beginning to grow any." I laughed and asked if women flashed each other to show their status. She flipped me off. "No. But if I went to a gym it would be noticed. And last time, I visited my Mom, my mother asked me point blank if I was still a little girl in front of my cousin,sister and a couple other women.. She knew I was moving out of the Hacienda household and not an uncollared slave there anymore." I asked how she answered. "The only way I could. I said little girl. They giggled and teased me a little but if I had said adult, they would have made me prove it." I was openly amused and asked what they might have done. "Oh, I have no doubt. I'd have been spanked for lying."

"You wouldn't have submitted to a spanking for that would you? Not at your age!" I asked, and sat amazed when she nodded.

"Of course. There is no way I could ever openly defy my Mom. For a couple reasons. First I'd be ostracized. Nobody in the family would talk to me. Not directly anyway. They'd make it a point to communicate through somebody else." Lenore explained. "The second reason is I've been conditioned to obey. My mother can snap her finger and I'd feel a compulsion to obey. It's a screwy matriarchy we have. And even if I apologized later I would be punished before I would be allowed to crawl back to the group." A spanking? I asked. "That and losing my pubes all over again for a specified period of time. Mom or one of them would probably apply a very liberal amount of that inhibitor lotion. It is easier and far less humiliating than them waxing me which they have done in the past. I'm sort of on the bottom of the hierarchy anyway but I'd be a child again. It would not be pleasant. " I asked if the others had been subjected to the same thing. "My sister lost a bet to my cousin Marge or got into an argument once. Neither would tell me what happened. I was hairless myself at the time so they said I did not need to know. I heard my sister later cursing and crying about it when she did not think anybody was around. She would have been spanked if anybody else had heard her complaining."

I thought it all very funny and ridiculous. Lenore shrugged. "We all have screwed up things in our family dynamics. I think mine is just weirder than others. I live with it." I pointed out how much in charge she is around the house. "Yeah now and here. Also at work, but I have always been able to be decisive at work. You know I was submissive at the Hacienda. That was cool for a while. But not anymore as I have evolved out of it. But my family is different. You haven't met my mother. I'm hesitant to invite her to visit here. She would not deliberately undercut me in front of the slaves but something might slip. She visited the Hacienda a few times and was always very considerate. But then again I was very careful to do nothing to challenge her. Let's change the subject. Just talking about it is messing with my mindset. I'm getting into a submissive mode."

I decided I ought to take advantage of her mood and led her to the bedroom. Not that I needed to work to ever get her in the mood for sex, but this time I ordered her to strip. Her pussy was a swamp. I surprised her by pushing her legs up a little higher and after wetting my cock in her pussy, impaled her ass without warning or preparation. It was the first time we'd tried anal. I used a couple of the slaves that way at her direction. "Oh, fuck that hurts!." she wailed and a couple seconds later orgasmed. "Make me your bitch. Your slave." she grunted." Dominate me! Hurt me! Own me!" I obliged.

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Lenore came back into the kitchen where I sat drinking coffee. "I told them to get dressed, brush their teeth and get their butts in here." she offered with grin as she sat and picked up her own cup. "They all got nervous when I didn't explain." I shrugged. Within five minutes, Robin and Joanne walked into the kitchen. By the time Beth showed up, the two were pulling their pants back up. Lenore set the two chastity belts on the kitchen counter. I glanced at the clock on the wall. it was quarter to five in the morning. "Grab your jackets and let's go." Lenore ordered.

"No breakfast, not even coffee?" Beth asked in surprise. This was highly unusual. We were the only ones up. Beth looked at the sofa where her sister slept. Marianne spent the night before with Richard at his house as a reward for Richard getting straight A's on his report card this term. He was given full access to the girl for the next week, which both enjoyed anyway. The only difference was he now dictated their activities. She seemed happy to 'serve'.

Lenore rode in the passenger seat in front and the three other women crowded into the back seat. "What?" Joanne asked from the center at Beth's sudden exclamation. Then she saw our destination. "Please, Daddy! Not slave camp! Lenore, we're sorry we were bitches. Spank us and keep us in chastity for an extra week, but don't take us in there!" she pleaded. All three women had heard Derek's girls tell stories about slave camp.

I ignored Joanne's pleading expression as I hit the fob to lock the car doors. Lenore smiled as she handed Joanne the empty duffle bag that all knew would hold their clothing shortly. I looked over to see if Joanne glared at Lenore, but Joanne acted like Lenore had asked her to carry a small bag of groceries. Her bland expression concealed her thoughts. Knowing her, I knew she was about to burst. I pushed open the doors and we walked inside.