Complete submission

“…I control everything about your life…”

Thanks bitch, I figured that was already clear, I imagine she just wanted to rub it in more. My tits swaying under me as I scrubbed and actively forcing myself to keep my legs spread enough for her to see my pussy really drove it home in a way that made the words not really seem all that necessary.

“…like I said, I won’t make it public, unless you piss me off. Still keeping it from becoming public is going to require some work on your part. Especially because of the guidelines I have for your new wardrobe.”

I imagined I wasn’t going to like this development. I just tried to tell myself again that Penelope needs me to do whatever she wants.

I kept scrubbing and then wringing out the sponge into the bucket. I had to ignore all my instincts to not run or at least put myself in a more modest position in regards to my legs.

“Ooh, look at that booty jiggle. Do you bleach?”

I didn’t even know what she meant other than I had decent sized butt. I thought she was talking about the lemonade, but there was no need for bleach. I turned to face her over my shoulder and try to see what she meant.

“Your butthole, do you bleach it?”

Penelope needs me not to kill her. Penelope needs me not to kill her. Penelope needs me not to kill her.

“Uh, no.”

I needed to accept that nothing was off limits about how she could touch me, given what she’d already done, and obviously that meant she could talk about any part of my body including apparently my anus.

“Okay, let’s get that done tomorrow, since I’ll be seeing it all the time.”

Can you bleach a butthole? Why would you? Jesus.

I knew I obviously would be spending more time with her as she exploited me, I wondered if I’d have any of my own time before this was over. It was only a few months until summer and then a few more until college. I can do this. I have to, even if I can’t.

I wanted her to explain what else would be expected but instead she just focused on my behind and “lip” as my various bits jiggled. I scrubbed as fast as I could trying to get this over with but that only made things shake even more.

Finally, I had gotten all the lemonade. So I turned to face her and saw she had a bag in her hand. She dropped it at her feet and the look of it and the sound of it hitting the ground let me know it was clothes.

“Come check it out.”

I started to get up after dropping the sponge in the bucket.

“Why don’t you just crawl to it. I love seeing your big tits swing back and forth under you.”

I closed my eyes and imagined Penelope being dragged kicking and screaming to one of those Christian camps and denied the opportunities she deserved as the best basketball player I had ever seen. Knowing I could never be responsible for that, I put my hands on the floor and crawled to her on all fours. I knew my tits were swaying as she liked and tried not to cry. I guess it was better than her seeing my behind, right?

I crawled slowly afraid that if I built any momentum, it would lead to me lunging at her and trying to beat the shit out of her. As I got to the bag, right at her feet, I looked up to her.

“Open it. Everything you’re allowed to wear is in the bag.”

I looked in the bag and I pulled out a shirt that looked too several sizes too small and then a skirt that was way too short. I kept searching and it was all more of the same until I found a pair of very basic flip flops. I kept digging and there were no bras or underwear. I removed every garment until the entire bag was empty and began tearing up again.

As I looked to her she emphasized “Nothing besides what’s it in the bag.”

She was smiling. She knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t care.

She wanted me to look like a total slut. Not only that I would have to be careful with every step, or possibly reveal my ass or slit. The air conditioning would stiffen my nipples and everyone would see. I got up from all fours to my knees and looked up at her with pleading in my eyes which she promptly ignored.

“…When I drop you off you will surrender all of your other clothes to me, or allow me to alter your existing clothes to match what I have given you.”

I tried to plead without speaking but she just took her foot and pushed on each of my thighs until I was baring my partially parted lips to her. I wondered if that’s how she expected me to sit. I let more tears fall as she intently stared at my pussy.

“Stop crying. This will be fun. You’ll see.”

I wiped my face and had the scariest thought I had yet. If Penelope wasn’t allowed to know, and this was how I was supposed to be, would she even want to associate with me?

“I will text you throughout the day and I may ask you to do something and you will do it. In fairness, I’ll let you know right now, each day will have one specific challenge that will most likely be during the school day. After that, every afternoon or night, you owe me two hours of your time and under most circumstances you will spend all of it naked, doing whatever I tell you to do…”

I began crying harder, though I tried to hold it back. My life was always going to be one second away from being ruined.

“…You will sleep naked, even if you have a guest. I may modify any of these rules as I see fit and strictly for my own amusement.”

Penelope sleeps over all the time. What was I supposed to do?!

She got down on a knee and put her fingers between my breasts. I was still crying and it barely even bothered me at this point she felt she could touch me this way, I was so overwhelmed.

“This is what you get for having a heart that matches your tits. Just remember every time you feel like you can’t go on, feel like I’m asking too much, or are expected to do something you never saw yourself doing, Penelope’s future is in your hands.”

I fell to the floor and tried to compose myself. She was right, and I would never be able to put Penelope at risk. I didn’t even want to want to put Penelope in danger, I would have to bear this burden for her sake.

“Okay, just one last thing and I’ll take you home…”