Morning

Ten minutes passed for me to finish and compose myself before putting everything together so that everything would be ready. Then I got down on my knees. The half-hour wait was an ordeal; my knees weren't used to such a position.

My knees were starting to burn against the icy tiles, each passing second deepening the dull ache in my joints. The weight of my body, motionless and submissive, pressed down on my thighs, and I felt a shiver run down my neck as a draft of cold air slid between my spread legs.

The door creaked slightly, and my breath caught in my throat. Footsteps echoed in the hallway, dragging with calculated slowness. My father?

• Well, came my mother's voice. From now on, don't forget that everything must be ready like this every weekday morning.

She took my chin and **** me to look at her.

-Do you understand ?

I nodded, before resuming my position, my father arrived and stroked my hair before joining my mother. Half an hour later, it was my sister. She lifted me up like Mama, my head looked at me, and suddenly spat in my face.

• Hello, little dog

and joined my parents at the table.

The saliva slid slowly down my cheek, warm and humiliating, before falling in a heavy drop on my sternum. I kept my eyes lowered, my eyelids trembling, still feeling the bitter taste of the spit on my lips. My knees, already marked by the tiles, burned more under my motionless weight, each second increasing the tension in my thighs.

When they finished, they took my mother out, ordering me to clear and clean everything impeccably, then to join them in the garden in the position of a submissive, ready mother. I immediately complied, and the kitchen was never cleaner. I splashed water on myself so as not to spit again.

My mother was by the pool while my father swam with my sister, competing to see who would benefit from my subservience for the rest of the day.

I knelt by the pool, water splashing against my thighs with every swimmer's movement. The sun burned the back of my neck as my fingers clenched on my aching knees. The smell of chlorine mingled with my sweat, and I felt a drop of salt water slide between my shoulder blades.

My mother crossed her legs, her red nails tapping against her wine glass.

• So, who'll be the first to use it today? she murmured, smiling.

In the end, it was my sister who burst into joy and glared at me. Mom said, "It's yours for the day. Don't damage it, understand? I'll take care of the meal so you can have the best time."

My sister grinned cruelly as she grabbed me by the hair, her nails digging into my scalp.

• You'll follow me, bitch, she whispered, dragging my head back until my back arched painfully.

The pool water dripped from her body onto mine, cool and stinging.