My next life change came when I was fourteen years old, in my last year before high school. My father asked me to join him once again for a conversation. "Do you recall a conversation that we had a few years ago, when you discovered Girl whipped in her room? You asked why I had punished Girl when she had done nothing wrong and then you asked if it was because I wanted."
I nodded. It was a long time ago, but the events surrounding it were memorable, as I discovered then that some women could be quite... a degenerates to say the least, far gone for their needs of pleasure that they would accept anything and ask for everything and if the master they choosed to do anything on them was a monster they would suffer. It was quite an eye-opener moment.
My father continued, "I told you at the time that you were too young to understand, and that I would explain it later. Now is the time that I do that. You are getting older, and unless I am wrong, you have already started to interact with different girls in school. Am I correct?"
"That's true," I said, and it was. I felt a little bit of a pervert inside with the little girls, but if I couldn't get what I needed in the house, I would get it outside.
Girl in her outfits walking like a slut around the house and the arouser boner of my mother that was no longer shy about closing her door or occasionally walking around with no clothing or sunbathing nude by the pool or making unnecessary trouble for myself to just get spank the same as Girl was the end of my reason.
I needed to release somewhere or I would explode and fuck my mother or Girl right there.
The little girls in my class flocked to me, and I wasn't one to reject them. I enjoyed my time with them plentifully, and their pretty lips and soft bodies, these little sluts always orgasmed with my simple touch, I didn't needed to do anything weird or complicated, just a touch made them be like a bitch in heat, it was then that I knew. There was something weird with me.
Somehow I had the capacity to make women like sluts touching them in this life. And it wasn't something I would cry over, I enjoyed this... power, that I had over them. Different from the other boys in my class, because while they were drooling over the thought of seeing a naked girl, I didn't have to drool.
"I want to explain to you about Girl, your mother, and women in general," my father told me. "I guess you could call it a modified birds and the bees talk."
I nodded for him to continue while laughing inside. It seems that old Bob wanted to give the grown-up talk.
"You understand that Girl does not behave like other women, right?"
"Yes," I replied, nodding. "I can see it at a simple sight, even Mom isn't like any other woman."
My father was quiet for a while as he observed me. "Indeed, they both aren't, but at the same time, they both are different from each other. Girl is a slave, she has given herself up completely to your mother and me."
"Isn't slavery illegal?" I asked, amused by the chat as I already knew all the answers to these questions. "By this point, I had learned all about Abraham Lincoln, the Civil War and the Emancipation Proclamation in school."
"Yes, it is," my father explained calmly. "However, the kind of slavery that is illegal is forced servitude. If I had forced Girl into the house, and I held her here so that she could not leave, that would be illegal. However, though she is a slave, it is by her own desire. If she chose to, she could leave her slavery tomorrow. That is not her desire, however.
"In Girl's mind, she does not want to be responsible for anything, so she gave all responsibility over to us. She put herself into voluntary slavery. This means that we are in charge of her, we can do what we want with her. In return, we provide for her; all her needs are met and all her decisions are made for her. In addition to wanting to give up all control, Girl is wired in such a way that she likes pain. I don't know why, but that is the way that she is. She enjoys it when I punish her. When you walked into her room four years ago, what I had done was something that gave me pleasure, and though it may surprise you, it gave Girl significant pleasure as well."
"Girl has made herself a complete slave, giving up total control of her life to me and your mother. There are some other women like her, women who want give up all control. Not most, not by a long shot, but there are some. These women are treated like property because they want to be. Girl gets no wages, no vacation, no benefits, because she is like a child. She is not responsible for herself, we are responsible for her. We would take care of Girl if she was hurt in the same way that we would get you medical assistance if you were injured. Do you understand?"
"I understand what you mean." I nodded to him. Then I smirked at him. "She is a beautiful woman... or pet to have, but she needs to be taken care of and fulfilled."
My father looked intently at me. "You are not wrong, but at the same time you are not quite right in your definition. She is a person, and you need to treat her as such. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I do. Sorry, sir. It was a bad comparison joke." I looked at him firmly saying that this time I wasn't fucking around. "I understand the difference and the limit between them."
"OK, so Girl is representative of a small minority of women," my dad continued with a relieved smile on his face after hearing that. "Then there are women like your mother. You might not be aware of this, but she is my slave as well."
It was a that moment, hearing that word that classified my mother of what she truly was, made me tilt my eyebrows jump and put a wry smile on my face.
Bob could see his son change when it was his own mother the subject. Still, he didn't care.
He went on, "Your mother is not the same kind of slave as Girl. With Girl, there are no boundaries other than what I or your mother dictate, based on our best judgment and feelings of responsibility. Your mother and I, on the other hand, have worked out in advance the limits by which our relationship functions. For instance, your mother does not like pain as much as Girl does. I have agreed that while I might spank or even whip her, I would never torture her. If I chose to torture Girl, on the other hand, she would accept it the same way she accepts everything else."
"Your mother is submissive. She decided that she wanted to be with someone who would control her. This gives her satisfaction on an emotional and sexual level. There are many, many women out there like your mother, but again, most are not. You have to understand that when you start dating one of the girls in your class, if you treated her like I treat Girl, or even like I treat your mother, she would cut your balls off."
As I was hearing my father talk about my mother, my emotions were in a whirlwind. At first horniness because of the kind of woman she was, and my being wanted to dominate her and play as I wished with her. Then I was jealous of my father for having her. And also I had a disgust that abhorred that my own mother was like that, but... I knew, I knew that the disgust wasn't because my mother was like that, it was because she wasn't mine to enjoy what she was.
Bob attentively looked at his son about how he reacted to his words, and it seemed the kid was like him in so many things and ways... He was proud of his son.
"Girl is one end of the spectrum. Your mother is somewhere closer to the middle, but still on the submissive side of the spectrum. As you meet women throughout your life, you will find that they fall at all points of the spectrum.
"I told you that your mother was submissive. This means that she likes it when other people take control of her. Girl would let anyone take control of her, while your mother is more selective. On the far opposite spectrum are dominant personalities. As you might have guessed, this is where I fall. I like, no, I need to be in control. Again, there are various points on this side of the spectrum. There are those that need absolute control; these people tend to be megalomaniacs and dangerous people. They can be violent for no reason other than that they want to get their way."
As I listened, it wasn't a surprise for me to hear this. There were all kinds of people around the world, one more weird than another.
"Further down the spectrum, where I like to think that I am, are people who need to be in control, but can keep a perspective about them. It is this quality that I think makes me successful in business; I am in control of my surroundings, but I am not a despot or a tyrant. I am the same with your mother. I will always listen to what she has to say and take it into account. For instance, she asked me not to talk to you about our sexual lives. I gave this some consideration, and because she wishes me not to, there are some things that I will not tell you, at least not yet. However, it is my prerogative to ignore this advice. Because more often than not I do what your mother feels is appropriate, your mother trusts me on this. That is why when I instructed her to answer any questions you might ask about our relationship truthfully, she agreed."
"I would encourage you to ask her any questions that you might have about why she behaves as she does or how she feels about being my slave. While I can answer questions about what it is like to be dominant, I cannot speak about the feelings that a submissive has."
That was an interesting offer, though I was not sure if I was up to discussing this with my mother. Maybe I would feel angry and jealous to some things she says that she did. My worst fear is that my father gives her away to other people to use. I would never be disgusted or angry if she was the sole slave of my father but if he were to enjoy giving her to another man to use...Ugh. I already feel my bilis making trouble from the anger and disgust that it makes me feel.
Bob was a little serious as he looked at his son face that at some point became disgusted to certain words, but he still couldn't pinpoint which one were, but he was certain as he was seeing him, he wasn't repulse of what Girl and his mother were, he actually enjoyed what they are as he saw how excited made him give punishment to his own mother and Girl over the years while having control of himself and at the same time taking care of them both.
"Getting back to the spectrum," my father continued, "just as with submissives, there are dominants across all ranges. There are people that are only dominant, and there are people that are sometimes dominant and sometimes submissive."
"However, the majority of people fall into the middle of the road. They like to be in charge sometimes, while at different times they like others to be in charge. The distinction is so narrow that they are not considered either dominant or submissive. Do you understand what I am saying?"
"I think so," I said with a smile on my lips. "What do you see in me?"
My father was quiet for a moment, thoughtful before answering, "I'm sure you are a dominant because of how you punish your mother and Girl and at the same time how you act daily, respectful but without a care, but I don't know what kind of it, and frankly, I'd be surprised if you do."
"But let me tell you this. People are not born on a particular point on the spectrum, and you do not stay at one point for your entire life. You change throughout your life. When I was your age, I had no clue. As I was growing up, I had suspicions that I was dominant, but I was too naive and immature to really assert myself, especially with women."
"In your case, about how you were since born and growing up and based around your actions with Girl and even your mother, you are dominant. However, your actions could simply be mimicking what you see in me to a large extent, and not an indication of your real feelings. Being who I am, however, puts me in a position to provide you with something that I did not have as a boy growing up. As I said, I was too naive to know how to act around women. Even though I wanted to be in charge, I wanted to get laid more, and as a consequence, I put up with a lot of nonsense that resulted in many unhappy relationships. This is something that I think I can help you avoid."
"Maybe, but there are things that you are not taking into account, Dad." I said with a smile, addressing him differently this time. "I'm hot, look at my face and my trained body, the girls flock to me, I don't need to go to them. I may be a mess about how to act with them, but pardon my expression for the lack of word, I would still I get pussy."
"But it is true that I can't dominate everyone as they are different."
"Anyway, how could you help me?"
Bob was pretty out of tune with his son words and how he addressed him as a dad this time to make a point. But he wasn't far off, he was indeed different than myself.
"I can help by taking some of the pressure off of you. I assume at your age that you are curious and interested in sex?" my father asked.
"Of course!!! You may not know but I'm all day pent up in this house seeing my mother and Girl, I'm about to fuck my classmates at some point because of them both, I'm already fooling around with a couple of girls making them give me head every now and then but I don't know yet if I should take their virginity," I said, exasperated.
After I said that, my father looked at me with a wonderful face. It was satisfying and pleasurable to see how it had changed so quickly, leaving him out of words.
Bob took a while to compose himself.
"Are you dating them?"
"No, I just fool around with them," I said truthfully.
"Why don't you fuck them?" My father asked in wonder.
"I... I don't know, I thought maybe they would like to have their purity for those they want to be with for life. I'm just looking to get laid, so I fool with them around, making them please me but not going all the way."
"Then, what I am going to do is ensure that when you start dating girls instead of fooling around, you will not be a fumbling amateur, so desperate to get laid that you are willing to do anything to get between her legs," my father explained to me. "What I am going to do is give you the use of Girl as a sex aid."
"A sex aid?" I asked incredulously, he was willing to share Girl?. It was one thing to spank her but another thing letting me fuck her. "So can I start fucking her wherever I want?"
"Yes, I have instructed Girl to not only allow you complete access to her body at any time, but to teach you what to do. To show you the things a woman likes to have done to her, to make sure that you are a good lover. In addition, when you do start dating, she will be here for your use, so that when a date tries to tease you to get what she wants, you will only give it to her if you want to, because you know that there is a woman at home that will meet your every need in ways that the girls you date could not possibly do."
"Now I want you to understand that, just as I said about the punishment, Girl is not your typical woman. While she will teach you how to make love to a woman, that is the easy part. Convincing a woman to want to be with you is much harder, and Girl will not teach you that at all. Girl will do everything you ask, no matter how disgusting or vile or pleasurable or fulfilling. If you tell her you want to take a dump in her mouth, she will swallow it. If you did that to another woman, she would freak out, tell all her friends, and you would be a pariah."
"As with punishments, you have to understand that how you treat Girl is not how you treat other women. When it becomes time for you to begin dating, I will help you understand that as well, but for now, you may use Girl to your heart's content to placate your current needs. Do you understand?"
I thought about it for a minute or two before I answered. "Yes, I do, so I can order her as I please, then?"
"Yes, you can command her. You say, Girl, come to my bed and pleasure me. Or if you want to learn, tell her to teach you. You may have her any way that you like." my father said.
"Are there no limits?" I asked, thoughtfully.
"That's an excellent question," my father had a smile as he said proudly. "Yes, there are limits. You may not injure her in any permanent way; nothing that will leave scars or marks. If you have questions about what you can or cannot do, ask either me or your mother."
"Mother?" I asked, not sure I could talk to her about this.
"Absolutely," my father said. "I've already told you that there are things that she can tell you about that I cannot. In addition, she is home far more frequently, so if there is something that you want to know immediately, I want you to feel completely comfortable asking your mother. It will be important, so I want your word that if you have questions and I am not around, you will go to your mother and not just soldier on."
"OK, sir," I said with a chuckle.
"Good," said my father. "Shall I send for Girl now?"
"Not yet," I told my dad. "I'm not sure, actually, if I want to use her."
"Why?" My father asked as he observed me quietly.
"Because while I want to dominate women as I please and I want to release pressure in some pussy, I'm quite jealous by nature, I can recognize that by now," I said it clearly word by word.
"Jealous?. What do you mean by that?" My father asked, already having an idea, but he wanted his son to elaborate.
"Yes. Because I don't know if I can not get jealous that, knowingly another man would be using at the same time the pussy that I'm using. Do you understand what I mean, Dad?" I explained coolly.
"Mhm... That's a problem indeed." My father said as he looked at his son with newfound understanding of him. I didn't have so much that kind of trouble, while some things indeed made me jealous as the loss of control, the things that his son pointed out weren't if I was in control at all times.
"But there is something I don't quite understand. Then why are you fooling around with multiple girls at once? Don't you get jealous if they go to another guy?" My father further inquired.
"I would get jealous if they were going to another man while being with me, yes. But if I'm not with them, I have no problem, besides those with whom I fool around aren't part of my life. Girl isn't the case, it complicates things." I said honestly.
Bob looked at his son for a while in silence. Thinking. "I understand what you mean."
"This actually complicates the plans that I had for you. You are tying my hands, Jake. Because even if I present you with another different woman or multiple would be the same situation. It needs to be one that is alone and that I don't have a close relationship or her with anyone."
"I didn't want to let you soldier up and help you in your path, but it seems I can't help you with what you need. You really wouldn't take Girl even if the only other man that she would be in touch with is me?"
"I... I don't know, if were any other girl I would send her to fuck off, I don't need those girls. Hell, I don't need Girl either, but having lived with her for so long and grown feelings of love and care for her as being part of the family, I actually feel attracted to her, as you may have noted already during all these years, I am in the same dilemma with my own mother." I said, neutrally and calmly while looking at his eyes.
"Are you jealous of me, Jake?" Bob asked softly as he looked at his son.
I had a wry smile hearing him ask that, even a little uncomfortable. I sighed before talking. "Yes, father. I indeed am jealous."
"Because of Girl or your mother?"
"For them both, but without underestimating Girl, I am a hella lot more inclined because of my mother. I have these...feelings...that gnaw me."