Saturday, December 23. Late Afternoon/Early Evening
Dave was still in the family room when the girls started coming down. The first ones to appear were Olivia and Jennifer. They were holding hands when they entered the living room. Both were freshly showered and both had glowing smiles on their faces. Dave muted the rerun of Andy Griffith he'd been watching and smiled at the two women.
"You two look... relaxed."
It was the only word Dave could find to describe them.
"Thank you," Jennifer said as the two women released their hold on each other and sat down on either side of him. "I very much enjoyed playing with your toy."
"That's nice." Dave turned to Olivia. "Toy, did you enjoy being played with?"
"Oh, yes, master. The mistress is wonderful."
"I'm glad to hear it." Dave kissed Olivia on the forehead. "So what are you two gonna do now?"
"Well, Olivia has agreed to make dinner for everyone tonight and while she's doing that I'm going to go through the kitchen and see if we need anything for the party tomorrow. Once I know what I need, I'll make a trip to the grocery store. I'll probably do that after dinner."
"Do any of the girls know of your plans yet?"
"Nope. I haven't seen 'em. Have you?"
"Nope. I heard someone come down and go into the kitchen quite a while ago but nothing since then."
"Hmmm? Wonder what they're up to."
"Don't worry, Jenn. Emily will tell me and I'll tell you."
"What makes you think she'll tell you?"
"Simple. The girl enjoys this too much. She's proud of it. She's going to want to brag. It's one of Emily's few shortcomings."
All three laughed. Shortly thereafter, Olivia and Jennifer headed upstairs to make dinner and start preparations for the party.
Not fifteen minutes later, Molly and Emily appeared. They too were glowing and their arms were around each other's waist.
"Where have you two been? And what have you been up to?"
"We've been up in my room," Emily stated. "Just doing stuff."
"Just stuff, huh?"
Emily flopped down on the couch beside Dave. Molly moved right in front of Dave and then kneeled down between his knees. For a moment, Dave thought she was going to unzip his jeans, pull out his cock and suck him off. Instead, she put her elbows on his knees, brought her hands together under her chin as if she was about to pray and smiled at him.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Uncle David, the four hours is up."
Dave looked at his watch and noted it had been about three and a half hours since Molly had received her dose of SLuT10.
"Not quite but close enough."
"Can I have some more please?"
"I take it you enjoy being submissive?"
Molly blushed furiously.
"Can I please, Uncle David? You said if I wanted, I could have some more."
"Yes, I did," Dave agreed. "However, your mother and Olivia are upstairs right now cooking dinner and I think your mother wants to discuss something with you, your sister and your cousins, and I think she'd rather you not be under someone else's control when the discussion happens. "However, I did promise, so, if you're willing to wait until after dinner, and if you still want it then, and your mother agrees, I'll give you another dose then. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes, Uncle David. Thank you."
"What does Aunt Jennifer want to discuss with us?"
"That's a surprise and you will have to wait until dinner to find out. Now, where are your sisters?"he asked, looking from Emily to Molly and back.
"Last time we saw them they were in Meg's room together. We've been... occupied for a while." Strangely, this caused Molly to blush again.
Dave nodded his understanding.
"Molly, would you please go up and find the pair of them and let them know it's time to stop whatever they're doing and get themselves cleaned up and ready for dinner."
"Yes, Uncle David."
Molly rose from where she was kneeling and headed for the stairs. When Emily tried to go with her, Dave grabbed her arm and held her in her seat.
Dave waited until he heard the door at the top of the steps close before he started speaking.
"What happened upstairs?"
"Nosy today, are we Daddy?"
"Emily!" Dave said with a scowl.
"Oh, okay. First, we played a game of truth or dare. I asked all the questions and told them they weren't allowed to lie. I told them that they could refuse to answer a question, but if they did, they had to do the dare. Anyway, I got all kinds of info about the three of them. Did you know Hayley got felt up in a closet a few weeks ago?"
"No, I didn't. Tell me all about it."
And Emily did. She told him all about Hayley's Seven Minutes in Heaven with Peter Kowalski. She also told him all the dirt she had found out about her cousins. About that time Molly reappeared.
"Uncle David, I found them. Megan was in her room alone and looked as though she'd been crying and Hayley was in her room, with the door locked. I knocked but she just told me to go away. It sounded like she'd been crying too. She wouldn't open the door so..."
"It's okay, Moll." Dave turned to Emily. "Any idea what's going on with them?"
"No, Daddy. When Molly and I left them, Hayley was shaving Megan and they were talking and laughing."
"Curiouser and curiouser. Why don't you two go help Olivia make dinner. I'll go see what's going on with your sisters."
Emily leaned over, kissed Dave on the cheek quickly, stood up, took Molly's hand, and the two of them took off up the stairs.
Dave sat there for another minute thinking about what he had learned from Emily and wondering what had happened between Meg and Hayley. Then he turned off the TV and headed up the stairs. He went to Meg's room first. The door was open so he just stepped in and looked around. Meg wasn't there. He turned back to the hallway and noticed the bathroom door was closed and light was coming from under it. Guessing Meg was in the bathroom, Dave moved on to Hayley's room. He knocked and then tried the door but found it still locked.
"Go away!" Hayley shouted from inside.
"Hayley, open the door now or I'll have it removed."
It wasn't an idle threat. A few years earlier, Emily had locked herself in her bedroom after a particularly nasty fight with her mother and refused to open it that whole day. When Dave came home from work that night, he had gone to the room, told Emily to open the door or else. She refused and kept herself locked in her bedroom the rest of that night. The next day when she got home from school, she was shocked to find her bedroom door had been removed. Dave told her if she ever locked him out of a room of his house again, the door would stay and she would go. The door stayed off for a full week and nearly drove Emily to conniptions as she constantly forgot she didn't have a door and would start dressing or undressing where anyone could see.
A moment later, Dave heard the lock click on the bedroom door. He turned the doorknob, pushed open the door and stepped inside. Hayley had already retreated back to the bed. She was wrapped up in a light blue terrycloth robe. Dave closed the door, went to the bed, and sat down.
"Both you and Meg are in tears. Why?"
Hayley didn't answer immediately. She grabbed her father's arm and hugged it to her chest tightly. She wiped her tears on his sleeve and sniffled a few times.
"She said the most horrible thing to me."
"What did she say?"
"She said... I can't tell you."
"Why can't you tell me?"
"Would it be better if I sent Emily or your Aunt Jennifer up to talk to you?"
"Okay, but I want this settled," Dave told her.
He kissed her forehead, pried his arm loose from her grip, and left the bedroom, pulling the door shut but not allowing it to latch behind him.
As he was heading to the steps, the bathroom door opened and Meg stepped out. Obviously she had washed and dressed while in the bathroom. Dave stepped up in front of her.
"Do you want to tell me why you and Hayley are both crying?"
Meg's chin dropped to her chest and she kept her eyes to the floor.
"I tried to tell her I was sorry, Uncle David. I didn't mean it. Not that way anyway."
Dave, realizing he had found someone who was willing to talk to him about what happened got down on one knee, used a finger to lift Meg's chin.
"What did you say?"
"I... I told her that..." Meg took a deep breath and then said it as quickly as she could. "I said her pussy stank."
Dave's eyebrows instantly arched into his forehead as about seven different questions flew through his mind. Then he burst out laughing. Luckily, his laughter wasn't loud enough to draw Hayley's attention.
"It's not funny!" Meg shouted, pushed Dave away, turned and retreated back into the bathroom, slamming the door in Dave's face.
"Okay then," Dave said once he'd stopped laughing. With a smile on his face, Dave stood up and headed downstairs.
"Jenn," Dave said, stopping in the kitchen doorway and leaning a shoulder against the door frame. "I think this requires your own unique perspective."
"What?" Jenn asked, certain she was about to be smiling.
"Hay and Meg are fighting. Hayley won't say what happened. Meg gave me a most interesting answer though."
"What did she say?"
The entire kitchen, including Olivia, Molly and Emily were now listening to the conversation.
"When I asked her why they were both crying, which had been reported to me by Molly, she told me that she said that Hayley's pussy stank."
Jennifer snorted as she fought not to laugh. She tried to wipe the smile off her face. Then she tried to keep from laughing but had very little success. When she finally got herself under control she nodded.
"Yeah, I think that's definitely my department."
Somehow, Jenn managed to keep a straight face as she left the kitchen and headed for the stairs.
Dave looked at Olivia who was standing beside the stove and also trying hard not to laugh.
"Why do people tell me shit like this?"
Dave shook his head, turned and walked away. A moment later, he heard both Olivia and Emily burst out laughing.
It would be weeks before Dave could bring himself to ask for the story on what happened in Meg's room that day but he never asked what it was that Jennifer had said to the two girls when she went upstairs. Whatever she said, though, it worked because when Dave sat down before a heaping plate of Olivia's Yankee Pot Roast, Hayley and Megan were both happy, smiling and talking to each other.
Over dinner, Jennifer told the girls her idea for a small Christmas party. All four of the girls seemed thrilled with the idea and immediately started in discussing what they would need. Jenn's shopping list grew significantly during that discussion. Then they started in on who to invite. Dave didn't involve himself in the conversation but did listen to see if certain names came up.
After dinner was over, Dave retired to the living room while Hayley and Megan cleaned the kitchen. Almost immediately, Molly was there, with her mother in tow.
"About what we discussed earlier," Molly said trying to make him remember their earlier conversation.
"I told you, you have to get your mother's permission."
Molly immediately turned to Jenn which wasn't hard since she had a firm grip on Jenn's hand.
"Mom, Uncle David said I could have some more of that stuff if you said it was okay."
"Do you want some more?"
Molly nodded her head.
"It's up to you, Jenn. I told her I'd give her four hours and if she wanted more after that, we'd discuss it. Apparently, she wants more."
"Molly," Jenn said and dragged her daughter to the couch where they both sat down. "Why do you want more?"
"I don't know, Mom. It just... I like it. Is that so bad?"
"No, Molly, it isn't bad. I'm just trying to understand why you like it so much?"
Molly looked as though she were about to cry. Dave shooed Emily and Olivia away when they started to come in. They turned around and left without a word.
"I don't know, Mom. I guess it's... it's relaxing."
"Relaxing? In what way? Because you don't have to make any decisions?"
"I guess. Kinda. Yeah. There's always so much going on in my head. The stuff shuts all the voices off. Makes it feel like I'm alone in my head."
Jenn and Dave shared a concerned look for a second. Jenn sat there quietly for a moment and then made her decision.
"Molly, we're going to talk more about this later, okay?"
"I'm pretty sure there are other ways for you to relax than by being someone's submissive slave. Now, if that's what you want, then I'll be fine with that. If you want to do what Olivia's done and become some guy's slave, that's your choice once you're an adult. But, what worries me is that you're doing this, not because you enjoy it but because you feel it's the only way you can relax."
Molly nodded again.
"For now, can I have some more?" Molly asked quietly.
Jenn just nodded. Molly launched herself forward and threw her arms around her mother's neck.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mommy."
Molly and Jenn hugged each other tight. When they separated, Molly looked to be just about the happiest girl in the world at that moment.
"I've gotta go to the grocery store," Jenn said, giving her daughter a kiss on the cheek. She gave Dave a smile and then left the living room.
"Molly, before your Uncle gives you anymore of that stuff, I want you to call whoever you're inviting tomorrow."
"Yes, Mom," Molly said. She stood up and took off upstairs to get her cell phone. "I'll be back in a little bit, Uncle Dave. Don't go anywhere."
Dave chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Dave sat there and thought for a few minutes. It was just about ten days, to the hour, since he had received the package from Dr. Jan Casey that had contained the note and the formula. In that time, Dave had used the formula to rape his ex-wife, twice, had been forced into sexual relations with both his oldest daughter and his sister, had screwed a complete stranger, had slept with two of Emily's friends, and come very close to using it on a very sweet young girl.
Thoughts of the sweet young girl made Dave lean over and pull his wallet from his back pocket. He pulled the folded three by five card from it's place, unfolded it and looked it over. On the card were three numbers. The first was Elizabeth's. He had considered calling and inviting her to the party the next day but he just didn't think she would be very popular at the party. She was much too... worldly, in Dave's opinion to enjoy hanging out for a day with twenty teens. The second number was Mandy's. Dave reached over and picked up the phone and dialed Mandy's number. The third number on the list was Mishy's. He had gotten that number from Emily the day after the Mishy incident. He had planned to call her and find out how she was doing. Dave had considered calling Mishy as well, to invite her but he was pretty confident she would be on Emily's short list and would be there. That left only Mandy.
Dave dialed the cell phone number. "Hello," he recognized Mandy's voice immediately.
"Mandy, this is Dave Bernard. Do you remember me?"
"Of course I do. I actually considered calling you."
"Oh well, then I guess it's good I called you. I was wondering, my family is holding a small Christmas party tomorrow, and I thought it might be an excellent..."
"Umm Dave," Mandy said and let out a loud sigh. "I'm out of town. I'm home with my family for the holidays."
"Oh!" Dave said and felt like kicking himself for not realizing that she wouldn't be in her dorms. "I'm sorry. I should have realized."
"It's okay," Mandy said with a giggle. "I hope you'll call me again after the first of the year."
"I will. I'll let you go."
After that, Dave drifted upstairs to the door to Emily's bedroom. He knocked twice, then opened the door, slipped inside and closed the door behind him. Emily was laying on her bed with the phone to her right ear.
"Hold on a minute," Emily told the person at the other end and then covered the mouthpiece. "What do you need, Daddy?"
"Who you talking to?"
"Brian," Emily said with a shy smile.
"Is he coming tomorrow?"
"He's gonna try. His parents are little worried about it though."
"Tell him to tell his parents that if they're worried, they are welcome to call me or your Aunt Jenn and we will reassure them that the party will be supervised at all times. That should ease their worries."
Emily gave her father a huge smile, uncovered the mouthpiece, and passed along the message. A moment later, she covered the mouthpiece again.
"He's talking to his parents. Did you want something?"
"Yeah, are you inviting Mishy?"
"Of course. Should I call her back and tell her to wear her sexy underwear?" Emily asked, smiling devilishly.
"No, it's fine. I just wanted to make sure she was gonna be here. I wanna find out how she's doing."
"Sure you do, Daddy. I believe you." She uncovered the mouthpiece to the phone. "Yeah, I'm here... Okay, hold on." Emily once again covered the mouthpiece. "They want to talk to you now."
Emily held the phone out to him. Dave nodded, stepped forward and took the phone from her. "What's his name again?"
Dave nodded. "Hello Brian, this is Mr. Bernard. How have you been?"
Dave spent just a moment talking to Brian before Brian passed the phone off to his mother. Dave talked to Mrs. Hartwell, who he remembered only vaguely from their years of being neighbors. He assured her with one hundred percent confidence that the kids would be watched at all times and that there would be no drugs and no drinking of alcohol. This seemed to comfort Mrs. Hartwell. She even mentioned how much more polite he was to talk to than Rebbecca was. Dave thanked her and then handed the phone back to Emily.
Emily took the phone, jumped up off her bed and wrapped her arms around her father's neck and gave him a sloppy wet kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you, Daddy. You're the best father I've ever had."
Dave rolled his eyes, then quickly escaped out of the bedroom and back downstairs. Olivia was waiting for him when he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"I was just looking for you, master."
"Well, my sexy little toy, you seem to have found me."
"Is that going to be my slave name, master? Toy?"
Dave shrugged as he put his arm around her waist and led her towards the living room where he was supposed to be waiting for Molly.
"It's as good a name as any other, I'd guess. Do you really need a slave name?"
"No master, I don't. But I think it might help you."
"In what way?"
"Those who have little or no experience with domination often have trouble separating real life from play time. It's often helpful to give the slave a slave name so that both parties will know when it's playtime and when it's time to be adult and real."
"Okay, that makes sense," Dave said as they entered the living room. Molly hadn't returned yet. "So, if I use the name Toy it means I want to play but if I call you Olivia, it means I'm being an adult or whatever?"
"Yes, master, that's the general idea. It also allows you to think of Olivia and your slave, Toy, as two separate people so you don't feel guilty about the way you treat your slave and end up begging Olivia for forgiveness. You never need to apologize to your slave for anything you do to her, or have her do for you. And since Olivia and Toy are separate entities, you should feel no compunction to apologize to Olivia for what you have done to Toy or worry that if Olivia is mad or upset with you for whatever reason, that you can't still play with, hopefully, your favorite toy."
"Makes sense," Dave said as they both sat down on the couch. "So how do I know when you're being a slave and when you're just being Olivia?"
"You'll find, master, that most of the time I will stay in my role as Toy. Only on rare occasions will I revert back to Olivia now that you have accepted me as your slave."
Dave nodded, reassuring her that he had, in fact, accepted her.
"As for how to tell, that's easy, when I'm being a good slave, I will call you master, as I am now. When I need to talk to you as just two people who care for each other, then I will call you by your given name."
"I see," Dave said as the light dawned on him. "I think I can live with that."
He gave her a quick kiss and then the two sat back and snuggled.
"I did wish to speak to you though, David."
Dave had to chuckle at her sudden change from Toy to Olivia. He was pretty sure that would take some time to get used to.
"I was wondering if it would be possible to return to your apartment?"
"My laptop is there. It was in my bags. All of the information that Dr. Casey sent me is stored on my laptop. I didn't think to pack it when we came here. I was hoping to get it so I could begin reading over the information. Tomorrow seems like an ideal time since all the girls, plus you and Jennifer, will all be busy with the party."
Dave turned to Olivia. "You're not going to attend the party?"
"It doesn't seem right for me to be there," Olivia said quietly.
"Well, Toy, you are mistaken. I am ordering you to be there. Not only to help the mistress and I serve the goodies that she's making but also to play with the girls and keep an extra eye on their friends. However, if you wish to return to the apartment, I will be more than happy to do so. I need to go pick up the mail and make sure every thing's okay anyway."
"Thank you, master," Olivia said and snuggled back up against Dave.
"We'll go as soon as I finish my business with Molly."
"What business do you have with Molly, master?"
"Molly wants another dose of SLuT10. She says it relaxes her. Looks like you were right in your psycho-analysis of her."
"I understand her, master" There was a moment of silence. "Master?"
Olivia sat up and turned to face Dave. "Can I have some fun with Molly?"
"What kind of fun?"
"I would prefer it be a surprise, master, but if you order me to tell you..."
"No, no," Dave said, holding up his hands. "As long as you don't hurt her or put her in danger, do what you want. You have my permission. Does this mean you don't wanna go to the apartment?"
"No master, it means no such thing. We will simply take her with us."
"Can you give me a broad idea of what you have in mind?"
Olivia smiled, turned her back to Dave and leaned back against him once more. Dave's arm went around her, briefly copped a feel of her left tit and then held her close.
"I'm going to... open her up to new experiences, master. Experiences common to those such as me, and maybe her."
Dave just nodded. They sat there in silence until Molly returned. Dave could almost hear the wheels grinding inside Olivia's head.
When Molly did return she skidded to a halt in front of them.
"Go get yourself a drink of something," Dave told her as he unwound himself from Olivia and sat up.
He reached into his pants pocket where the small container of SLuT10 waited and set it on the coffee table in front of him.
"Master," Olivia said quietly once Molly was gone, "I would ask that you not call me by my slave name while we are out. I will continue to do as you say and I will stop what I'm doing with, and to, Molly if you say to, but it will be difficult to be both Molly's master and your slave at the same time."
"Understood and agreed," Dave said with a nod.
"Thank you, David." Olivia leaned over and kissed Dave's cheek.
A moment later Molly was back with a small glass of water.
"So, how long do you wanna be out this time?" Dave asked, looking up at Molly, anxiousness apparent on her face.
"I don't want to be drugged during the party. As long I'm okay before that, I don't care."
Dave nodded and looked at his watch.
"It's now not quite six o'clock. The party starts at eleven tomorrow morning, that gives us seventeen hours. Five drops will put you under for sixteen hours. Are you sure you wanna go that long?"
"Yes, Uncle David, I'm sure."
"Okay then. Do you wish to put any limits on what people can make you do? Anything at all?"
Molly didn't even hesitate.
"No, Uncle David," she said with a huge smile.
Dave doubted she had any idea of what she was in for.
Dave unscrewed the top, filled the dropper with formula and carefully put five drops into the small glass of water. He then put the stopper back in the bottle, screwed on the top and slipped the bottle back into his pants pocket. He then picked up the glass, swirled the water around, careful not to spill any and handed it to Molly once all of the blue liquid had been diluted into the water. He then handed the glass to Molly. Molly took a deep breath, put the glass to her lips and chugged the whole glass. She smiled, relief now showing on her face.
"Thank you, Uncle David."
"Take your glass to the kitchen and rinse it out. Then go get your shoes and your coat. You, me and Olivia are going out."
Dave could see Molly wanted to question the order but she chose not to. She turned and headed for the kitchen.
Olivia kissed Dave's cheek once more.
"Thank you, master." She rose from the couch. "I have to go get ready to go as well."
She headed for the doorway out to the stairs.
"My shoes are in my room, would you get them for me, as well?"
"Of course, master," Olivia said over her shoulder.
"And tell Em we're going out."
"Could be nice having a devoted slave around," he said as he sat back, relaxed and waited for Olivia and Molly to return.