By SuperEvil
superevil7@protonmail.com
Copyright 2026 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved
[7,190 words]
* * * * *Chapter 5
The whole group was waiting for Mitch and Melody. Randy was bouncing on
the balls of his feet, a restless ball of energy. Mrs. Parker and Mrs.
Hunter were standing together, their naked bodies a stark contrast to
the fully clothed boy. Their faces were a mixture of worry and
frustration. Hana and Sydney stood nearby, both looking miserable.
Hana, still cuffed, was leaning against a wall, her eyes red and
swollen from crying. Sydney, her little body trembling, just stood
there, her face a mask of misery.
"Took you long enough," Randy said, rolling his eyes. "What were you guys doing back there?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Mitch said, his lips smirking. He gave
Melody's hand a little squeeze, and she squeezed back, a small, secret
smile on her face. She was his girlfriend now, and that little bit of
knowledge made everything else, all the shame and humiliation, feel a
little bit more bearable.
"Alright, everyone, listen up," Mitch said, his voice taking on a commanding tone. “It's time to go."
"Thank god," Mrs. Hunter breathed, a wave of relief washing over her.
They headed out to the main area of the mall, a procession of naked
femininity. Melody, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, felt a
strange new sense of peace wash over her. She was with Mitch, and
that's all that mattered. She was his girlfriend, and he liked her. She
had even asked him to be. He had said yes. The thought made her feel
warm inside, a little bubble of happiness in the middle of all the
chaos.
They were almost to the main exit when a man with a
clipboard stepped in front of them, blocking their path. He was a
short, wiry man with a beaming, almost manic smile and a laminated ID
badge clipped to his shirt pocket that read "BARRY - Mall Events
Coordinator."
"Well, hello there!" Barry chirped, his eyes
gleaming with a feverish excitement as he scanned the group. "You all
look like the perfect group for my little event!"
"Hello, sir.
What kind of event? We were just about to leave," Mitch said, his hand
now possessively on Melody's hip. He liked that his hand was there, on
her bare skin, in front of everyone. He could feel the warmth of her
body, a little shiver going through her when his thumb brushed against
her side. He was her boyfriend now, and this was his right.
"I
am so glad you asked, young man!" Barry said, clapping his hands
together with a loud, sharp smack. "I am Barry, and I am the Mall
Events Coordinator! And you, sir, and your friend here, are just in
time for Grandview Mall's weekly 'Submissive Spots and Stylish Leashes'
parade! It's a tradition! A celebration of male leadership and female
compliance! It's just about to start, and we have a few spots left for
some guest participants! And you all look just... perfect!"
A
parade. With leashes. Melody's eyes went wide, as she looked over at
Mitch, wondering what he would think. The idea of being led around on a
leash by him in a parade, while she was naked and cuffed, should have
been horrifying. She should have been screaming inside. But a weird,
traitorous little part of her, a part that had been awakened in the
noisy darkness behind the arcade machine, was... curious. Maybe even a
little excited. She had a boyfriend now. A real one. And this was what
boyfriends did in Grandview, right? They led their girlfriends around
on leashes. It was almost... romantic. In a totally weird, twisted way.
Mitch's eyes lit up with a glee that Melody found herself mirroring. "A
parade? With leashes? Seriously?" he asked, his voice full of a new,
infectious excitement. "That sounds awesome!"
Barry beamed. "I
knew you'd be a man of culture, sir! And look, you already have one all
ready to go!" He pointed a cheerful finger at Melody, her red wristband
and cuffed hands a beacon of readiness. "And a little redhead, too! And
a tiny one! And even a couple of mature ladies! What a fantastic group!
This will be a show for the ages!"
"Oh, please, no," Mrs. Parker moaned, her voice a thin, desperate whisper.
"Oh, don't get down, dear beautiful lady. As a token of our
appreciation, you'll receive a voucher for a free pizza at 'Pizza My
Heart'! The one right here in the mall! For participating." Barry said,
trying to sweeten the deal.
Mitch, could see the look on his
mom and Mrs. Parker's face, but thought this was too much fun to pass
up. "A parade! This is way better than air hockey! We're in, Barry!
Show us the way! But we need a leash for my girl, Melody. And we're
going to need a few more."
"No problem, sir!" Barry said, his
manic smile never faltering. "Follow me! We have a whole selection!
Different colors, different materials! We even have one with little
rhinestones! Very chic!"
He led them to a small kiosk near the
mall entrance, which was covered with a dazzling array of collars and
leashes. There were simple, black leather ones, and bright, neon pink
ones, and even some that looked like they were made of chainmail.
Mitch's eyes scanned the selection, a look of intense concentration on
his face. He wanted to find the perfect one for Melody. He finally
settled on a simple, elegant black leather collar, with a little silver
ring on the front. It looked strong and durable, but also stylish.
"This one," he said, his voice firm. "And matching leash."
"Excellent choice, sir! Very classic!" Barry said, pulling the collar and leash from a hook.
Mitch walked over to Melody, his heart pounding in his chest. This was
it. He was going to collar his girlfriend. He gently put the collar
around her neck, the cool leather a strange, new sensation against her
skin. She shivered, a little gasp escaping her lips as he buckled it,
making sure it was snug but not too tight. He then clipped the leash to
the ring, a little click that seemed to seal their new relationship.
He looked at her, his eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and a
strange, new tenderness. "How's that feel?" he asked, his voice a low,
gentle whisper.
"Ok," she whispered back, her eyes wide with a
confusing mix of fear and... something else. Something she couldn't
quite name. It felt weird, and a little scary, but also kind of right.
Like this was where she was supposed to be. With him. "I'm your
girlfriend, right?" she whispered, needing to hear it again.
"Yep," he said with a grin, his voice full of confidence. He gave the
leash a little tug, a gesture of ownership that made her stomach do a
funny little flip. "And this proves it."
"What about the rest of them, Barry?" Mitch asked, turning his attention back to the kiosk. "I need a few more."
"Of course, sir!" Barry said, his manic grin never faltering. "For the
little redhead in the cuffs, might I suggest this one?" He held up a
sparkly, hot pink collar with a matching leash. "It really says 'I'm a
handful, but I'm fun'!"
"I like it," Mitch said with a chuckle. "And for the little one," he added, nodding towards Sydney. "Something... cute."
Barry's eyes lit up. "I have just the thing!" he said, pulling a small,
delicate collar with little cartoon kittens on it, a perfect, twisted
match to the panties Sydney had been forced to strip out of earlier. It
even came with a matching, thin pink leash.
Mitch nodded, his
approval evident. He walked over to Hana, who flinched as he
approached, her eyes wide with fear. But then, as he started to put the
collar on, she seemed to... settle. A flicker of something new and
strange crossed her face. It wasn't resignation, but something else.
She was still cuffed, still helpless, but this... this felt different.
The cold leather of the collar around her neck felt weirdly right, a
tangible symbol of her complete and total submission. And as Mitch
clicked the leash onto the ring, a small, almost imperceptible sigh
escaped her lips. She was not happy, not by a long shot, but a part of
her, the part that had been fighting for so long, was finally, and
strangely, at peace.
Mitch then moved to Sydney. "Alright,
Sydney. Time for your new accessory." Sydney just stood there,
trembling, tears streaming down her face as Mitch put the collar around
her little neck. The cartoon kittens seemed to mock her, a symbol of
her lost innocence.
"Don't cry, Sydney," Melody found herself
saying, her voice soft and gentle. She looked at her little sister, her
heart aching with a strange, new sense of protectiveness. "It's not so
bad. It's kind of... fun." She gave the leash in Mitch's hand a little
shake, a small, shy smile on her face. She was trying to convince her
sister, and herself, that this was ok. That this was normal. That this
was what they were supposed to want.
Sydney just stared at
her, her eyes wide with disbelief. Fun? How could this be fun? Her big
sister, who she had always looked up to, who she had always seen as the
embodiment of normal and cool, was standing there, naked and cuffed and
collared, and telling her it was fun. It was the most confusing and
terrifying thing she had ever heard.
"Now for the moms," Mitch
said, his voice full of glee. He picked out two thicker,
sturdier-looking collars, one in a plain brown leather for Mrs. Parker,
and a blue one for his mom. They looked less like fashion accessories
and more like... restraints. They were a stark symbol of their new
status, their complete and total submission to the authority of the
boys.
Mrs. Hunter watched him approach, her face a mask of
conflicted emotions. Anger, humiliation, and a strange, almost
imperceptible flicker of... something else. As he put the collar around
her neck, she flinched, a choked sob escaping her lips. She felt like
she was being made into a pet. Reduced to a dog.
He reached
out and gently tickled her tummy, making her flinch. "Don't look so
sad, Mom," he said, his voice a little softer than before. "This is
supposed to be fun. I want you to be my best girl today, ok? Try to
have some fun." He was trying his best to sound nice, to let her know
he still loved her. He was just a boy, after all. And this was just a
game. A weird, twisted, fun game.
She jiggled and laughed a
little as he kept tickling her. "Mitchell! Please!" She said with a
gasp, the tickling bringing out a joy in her, she hadn't felt in a long
time. The shame was still there, a hot, burning ember in the pit of her
stomach. The mall was a noisy blur of fluorescent lights and colorful
stores. The other women and girls walking around were just a sea of
naked, collared flesh, a normal part of the Grandview landscape. But
for the two mothers, and for Randy, this was all new, a shocking and
overwhelming assault on their senses.
Mitch just chuckled, and
stopped tickling his mom. "There we go. It's not so bad. See? Now
you're getting into the spirit of things!" He then walked over to Mrs.
Parker, who just stared ahead, her body rigid with a numb, catatonic
despair. He put the brown collar around her neck, her skin cold to the
touch. She didn't flinch, didn't react, her face a perfect, porcelain
mask of shattered pride.
Barry clapped his hands together
again. "Excellent! You all look wonderful! Simply wonderful! Now, the
parade is about to start! All you have to do is follow me, and walk in
a nice, orderly line. The boys will hold the leashes, of course. And
try to look happy! This is a celebration, after all!"
He led
them to the main mall thoroughfare, which was now lined with crowds of
people, all eager to watch the show. Mitch turned to Randy. "Here,
buddy. You can take Hana and Sydney's leashes. And I'll let you take
your mom's, too. Since you're so interested in her jiggly butt."
Randy's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really? Awesome!" he
chirped, grabbing the leashes from Mitch. He strutted over to his mom
and little sister, a little cocky sway in his step. He was a master
now, a holder of leashes, a wielder of power. He looked at his mom, a
huge, mean grin on his face. "Ok, Mom. Heel."
Mrs. Parker
flinched at the word, her head bowing in shame. She had never felt so
low in her entire life. Her own son, her sweet, goofy little boy, was
treating her like a dog. And there was nothing she could do about it.
"Ok, Mom," Randy said, giving her leash a little tug. "And bring your
little titties with you." He then gave Hana's leash a sharp yank,
making her stumble forward. "And you, you little firecracker, you
better keep up. Or else." He gave Hana's bare butt a little pinch,
making her yelp.
Hana, still cuffed, just stumbled along, her
head bowed. The shame was a heavy blanket, smothering her, but a
strange, new feeling was starting to bubble up from underneath. It was
a feeling of... acceptance. This was her life now. She was a collared,
cuffed, naked girl, being led around on a leash by a boy. And for some
reason, a part of her, a deep, hidden part, was starting to... like it.
The feeling was confusing, a mix of humiliation and a strange,
thrilling excitement.
Melody, meanwhile, walked beside Mitch,
her stride a little more confident now. She was his girlfriend. She was
wearing his collar. It was a badge of honor, a symbol of their new,
twisted relationship. She held her head a little higher, her B-cup tits
thrust out, a small, proud smile on her face. She was trying to be the
girlfriend he wanted her to be, a good, submissive girlfriend who knew
her place.
Mitch also held his mom's leash too, leading both
her and his new girlfriend. He walked between the two of them, a
feeling of absolute power coursing through him. He was a king, a ruler
of his own little, naked kingdom. He looked at his mom, a smug,
triumphant grin on his face. "See, Mom? I told you this would be fun."
Mrs. Hunter just kept walking, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of
her. The tickling earlier had broken something inside her, shattering
her wall of defiance and leaving a hollow, aching emptiness in its
place. The collar around her neck felt heavy, a constant reminder of
her new status. But his words, "try to have some fun," echoed in her
mind. It was a direct order from her son, her new master. And as much
as she hated to admit it, even to herself, a tiny, traitorous spark of
compliance was starting to glow within her. She was trying to be his
best girl, like he asked.
The parade started with a blast of
upbeat, marching band music from a set of loudspeakers mounted on the
ceiling. Barry marched at the front, his clipboard held high, his arms
pumping in time with the music. "And here we are, folks!" he boomed,
his voice echoing through the mall.
Boys in the crowd cheered,
holding up signs with crude slogans like "SHOW US YOUR TITTIES" and
"LEASHES ARE HOT". The naked, collared girls and women walking in the
parade just kept their eyes forward, their faces a mixture of shame and
a practiced, numb acceptance. Some of them, the local girls, even had
bright, cheerful smiles on their faces, waving at the crowd like they
were beauty queens.
Then there was a cheer from the crowd, and
a group of four boys ran out, grabbing Hana. They didn't hurt her, they
just started posing her for pictures on their phones. Hana's face
turned a deep, bright red as they made her bend over and stick her butt
out, then made her kneel and stick her chest out. She was still cuffed,
so she couldn't fight back, couldn't even cover herself. She just had
to stand there and take it, a plaything for their amusement.
Mitch and Randy just stood there and watched, laughing. "Looks like
Hana's the star of the show," Randy said, his phone out, recording the
whole thing.
"She's a little firecracker," Mitch said with a grin. "She deserves a little attention."
The parade started moving again, with Mitch and Randy leading their
little group of naked, collared females. They marched through the mall,
the loud, upbeat music a cheerful, upbeat soundtrack to their shame.
They walked past food courts and clothing stores and movie theaters, a
living, breathing spectacle of Grandview's unique traditions.
Melody walked with a newfound sense of pride. She was Mitch's
girlfriend, and she was going to be the best girlfriend ever. She held
her head high, a small, confident smile on her face. She was his, and
that was all that mattered.
Mrs. Hunter was still a bundle of
conflicting emotions, but the strange, new feeling of compliance was
growing stronger. She was trying to be his best girl, to make him
happy. The tickling had broken her, but it had also opened her up to a
new way of thinking. A way of thinking where his happiness was the only
thing that mattered. She wanted his approval, his praise.
Randy, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He had a leash in
each hand, his mom's and his sister's, and he was walking them like a
pair of prized poodles. "Sit, Mom," he commanded, giving her leash a
sharp tug.
Mrs. Parker's face burned with shame, but she
complied, lowering herself to her knees on the hard, linoleum floor.
She felt like she was going to die, her own son treating her like a
dog. But the threat of another infraction was too great. She just sat
there, her head bowed, her large, sagging breasts hanging down, her
face a mask of pure, unadulterated misery.
"Now you, Hana," Randy said, giving her leash a sharp yank. "Sit."
Hana, still cuffed, stumbled and fell to her knees, a choked sob
escaping her lips. She looked over at her brother, her eyes pleading
with him, but he just looked away, a smug, triumphant grin on his face.
He was enjoying this, enjoying her humiliation.
"Good girls,"
Randy said, patting them both on the head, a patronizing, demeaning
gesture that made them both flinch. "Now, stay." He walked over to a
gumball machine, leaving them there, on their knees, a spectacle of
submission for the whole mall to see.
Mitch, meanwhile, was
leading his mother and his girlfriend on a tour of the mall. They
stopped in front of a large, mirrored window, and Mitch made them look
at their reflections. "Look at us," he said, his voice a low,
triumphant purr. "A king and his two favorite girls."
Melody
looked at her reflection, at the naked, collared girl staring back at
her. For a second, she felt a pang of shame, a flicker of her old self.
But then she looked over at Mitch, at the proud, possessive look on his
face, and the shame was replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling of belonging.
This was her new reality. This was her new normal. And she was starting
to like it.
Mrs. Hunter looked at her reflection, at the
naked, collared woman staring back at her. The face was hers, but the
eyes were different. They were softer, more compliant. The defiance was
gone, replaced by a hollow, aching emptiness. She felt a strange, new
connection to the woman in the mirror, a shared sense of surrender. She
was his best girl, and that was all that mattered.
"Ok, girls, let's go," Mitch said, giving their leashes a little tug. "Time to join the rest of the parade."
They walked on, a procession of naked shame and newfound submission.
The parade route was almost over, and Barry was leading them towards a
large, open stage in the center of the mall. A huge banner hung over
the stage, which read: "GRANDVIEW MALL'S 12TH WEEKLY SUBMISSIVE SPOTS
& STYLISH LEASHES PARADE - GRAND FINALE!"
"Thank you all
for your participation! We have some free snacks and beverages to thank
you for your time." Barry beamed, gesturing to a table laden with
punch, cookies, and other light snacks.
Mitch wandered his little group over to the event coordinator, a beaming smile on his face. "Thanks, Barry! That was awesome!"
Barry laughed, a big, booming sound. "You all were fantastic, sirs! A
real highlight of the show!" He then turned his attention to the
females, his eyes gleaming with a professional curiosity. "And you
girls, you were all so well-behaved! Especially you two," he added,
nodding at Melody and Mrs. Hunter. "You newcomers really got into the
spirit of things!"
Melody felt a warm glow of pride wash over
her. She had been a good girl. A good girlfriend. "Thanks," she said, a
shy smile on her face.
Mitch just puffed his chest out, a
feeling of pure, unadulterated power coursing through him. He was the
king of this little kingdom, and his subjects were learning their
place. "Yeah, they're learning," he said, giving Melody's leash a
little affectionate tug.
"Well, we hold this event every week.
If you're ever in town again, please, feel free to join us! The more,
the merrier!" Barry said, his grin never faltering.
"Thanks!
We will! But now, we better get going," Mitch explained, turning
towards the entrance. "Oh, wait, the collars! Do we keep them?" He
asked, the thought of not having them anymore making him frown.
"Keep 'em, sirs! They're yours!" Barry said with a dismissive wave of
his hand. "Our little 'Thank You' gift for making this week's parade
the best one yet! Now, off you go, and have a wonderful rest of your
day!"
Mitch felt a surge of happiness. "You heard him, girls,
you get to keep them! Let's go!" Mitch was already leading the way, his
leash-holding hand firm and steady, back through the now-dispersing
crowd toward the mall's main entrance.
He led the group out
into the bright afternoon sun. The parking lot was a sea of shimmering
asphalt, but for the first time all day, the girls didn't flinch.
Melody even stood up a little straighter, the black leather collar
feeling more like a badge of honor than a mark of shame.
Mitch
fished the car keys out of his pocket and unlocked the doors with a
chirp. "Alright, time to load up." He looked at the van, then at his
little parade of collared females. "Melody, you and me in the middle
again. Hana, Sydney, you're in the back with Randy. And you two," he
said, nodding at their mothers, "you're in the front."
Melody
walked to the middle door, feeling a little flutter in her, as Mitch
helped her inside. He even unbuckled her leash from the collar, his
fingers brushing against her neck, sending a little shiver down her
spine. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper. "I'm glad you were
my girl today," he said. "You were the best one there."
A warm, happy feeling spread through her chest. "I'm glad too, Mitch," she whispered back, a genuine smile on her face.
Hana and Sydney climbed into the very back, Randy following close
behind. He didn't bother unbuckling their leashes. "Sit," he commanded,
pointing to the seat. They complied, their movements stiff and robotic.
Randy just sat between them, holding both leashes, a smug, triumphant
look on his face. He even clipped them to a little hook on the back of
the seat in front of him. "There you go. Safe and sound," he said with
a mean little giggle.
Mrs. Hunter took the driver's seat,
while Mrs. Parker, her face a mask of hollow defeat, got in the
passenger seat. They both sat there, naked and collared, staring
straight ahead. Their leashes dangled from their necks, a constant,
tangible reminder of their new status.
Mitch got in his seat
in the back, and the engine roared to life. "Alright, everyone. Let's
go!" A cheer went up from everyone, except Randy.
"No way! This was the best day ever! I don't wanna go home!" he whined.
"Don't worry, Randy. We'll come back," Mitch said, his voice a low,
confident purr. He looked out the window, a grin on his face as he
watched a group of naked teen girls walking on the sidewalk. "We'll
come back a lot."
He looked over at Melody, who was sitting
next to him, a happy, contented smile on her face. He leaned over and
gave her a little kiss on the cheek. She blushed, a warm, fuzzy feeling
spreading through her chest. She was his girlfriend, and she was happy.
They all drove out of the parking lot, a minivan full of naked,
collared females and their fully clothed masters, a mobile monument to
the crazy, twisted laws of Grandview.
Mitch just sat back, a
huge, triumphant grin on his face. He couldn't wait to see what
tomorrow would bring. They drove in comfortable silence for a little
while, the hum of the engine a soothing, steady drone. The highway ramp
was coming up, a sign for "I-15" getting closer and closer. This was
it. This was the way home.
"No, wait," Mitch said, his voice suddenly sharp. "Turn here. Get in the right lane."
Mrs. Hunter glanced at him, confused, but then her eyes fell to the
dashboard, to the little red circle that now decorated her wristband.
Without a word, she flicked on her turn signal and swerved the van into
the exit lane, away from the promise of home. They drove down a short
road, a little strip mall with a grocery store and a dry cleaner. At
the end of the strip was a small, professional-looking building with a
sign that read "GRANDVIEW COMMUNITY CREDIT UNION."
"Here?" Mrs. Hunter asked, her voice a hesitant whisper. "Mitch, what are we doing here? I just want to go home."
"We're not going home yet, Mom," Mitch said, his voice firm and
authoritative. "We have some business to attend to. Pull up right
there."
Mrs. Hunter parked the van, the engine idling. A
nervous silence fell over the group. What could they possibly be doing
at a bank?
"Everyone out," Mitch commanded. "Let's go."
They all piled out of the van, a procession of naked shame that was
becoming second nature to them now. They walked towards the credit
union, their bare feet slapping against the hot pavement. The automatic
doors slid open with a cheerful whoosh, and they stepped inside.
The lobby was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the noisy chaos of
the mall. It smelled like coffee and old paper. A young woman was
sitting behind a large, curved desk made of glass, a professional,
friendly smile on her face. She was naked, which was a bit of a
surprise. Her skin was a creamy, pale white, and she had a full,
soft-looking body with large, C-cup breasts and a neatly trimmed patch
of dark blonde hair between her legs. A yellow wristband gleamed on her
wrist, a sign of her compliant status.
"Welcome to Grandview Community Credit Union!" she chirped, her voice bright and cheerful. "How can I help you today, sirs?"
Mitch stepped forward, a confident swagger in his step. "We're here to sign some paperwork," he said. "For new mortgages."
The woman's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise on her face. "Oh! Well,
please, sit! Can I get you boys anything? Water? A soda?"
"We're good," Mitch said, waving a dismissive hand. He pulled out a
chair and sat down, Randy doing the same. The two boys sat opposite the
woman, a position of obvious authority. The two mothers, their leashes
still dangling from their necks, stood behind them, silent and still,
like naked, collared sentinels.
Melody and Hana and Sydney
stood near the door, the older girls' hands cuffed uselessly behind
their backs. They just stood there, a little huddle of naked, collared
confusion. This was getting weird. Even for Grandview.
The
woman at the desk, whose name plate read "JESSICA," typed something
into her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Ok, and
what are the names on the mortgages?"
"Sarah Parker and Lucy Hunter," Mitch said, his voice firm and confident.
Jessica's eyes flickered up, glancing from the two naked women to the
boys in front of her. A look of understanding, and maybe a little bit
of professional empathy, crossed her face. "Ah. Ok. And what is the
property address?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
Mitch slid a piece of paper across the desk. "Here. These are the two new addresses. We want to buy them."
Jessica scanned the paper, her eyes widening slightly. "Wow. Two
brand-new houses. In the Paradise Estates development? Those are really
nice, sirs." She typed some more, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Ok, it looks like the loans are per-approved. We just need the
signatures of the… ah… the female parties. And their wristband numbers
for verification."
Mitch turned in his chair, a smug,
triumphant grin on his face. "You heard the lady," he said, looking at
his mom and Mrs. Parker. "Come on. You need to sign."
Mrs.
Hunter and Mrs. Parker just stood there for a moment, their minds
struggling to process this new, shocking development. They were not
just visitors anymore. They were going to be residents. This wasn't a
temporary nightmare; it was a permanent one.
"But... Mitch...
no..." Mrs. Hunter stammered, her voice a raw, ragged whisper. "We
can't. We can't live here. This is insane. We have jobs. We have a
home."
"Not anymore, Mom," Mitch said, his voice cold and
hard. "That's the whole point of a new mortgage. Now, come and sign. Or
would you rather I give you both another infraction for arguing?"
The threat hung in the air, a silent, deadly promise. Defeated, the two
women shuffled forward, their bare feet silent on the plush carpet.
They leaned over the desk, their large, soft breasts hanging down,
brushing against the cool surface of the glass. They had to hold their
leashes out of the way as they tried to hold a pen in their trembling
hands.
Jessica looked at them, a flicker of pity in her eyes.
But her expression quickly hardened. "Ma'am, hands at your sides,
please," she said to Mrs. Hunter. "You know the rules. No covering. And
your wristband. I need the number."
Mrs. Hunter's face burned
with shame as she dropped her hands to her sides, her little, saggy
breasts now completely exposed. She read off the number on her red
wristband, her voice cracking with humiliation.
"And you, ma'am?" Jessica asked, turning to Mrs. Parker.
Mrs. Parker's orange wristband glowed in the bright light of the office. She read off her number, her voice barely a whisper.
"Perfect," Jessica said, a cheerful, business-like smile back on her
face. She handed them each a thick stack of papers and a pen. "If you
could just sign on all the highlighted lines, we'll be all set."
The two women started to sign, their signatures shaky and uncertain.
They were signing away their old lives, their homes, their freedom, all
for a life of naked submission in a town they had just planned on
visiting for a day.
"Thank you, ma'am!" Mitch said to the woman.
"Please don't call me anything so formal, sir. I'm being punished,
Jessica is just fine. And you are always welcome here at Grandview
Community Credit Union." She gave them all a warm, welcoming smile.
Mitch stood up, a feeling of pure, unadulterated power coursing through
him. He turned to his mother and Mrs. Parker. "Ok. You two have new
homes now. In Grandview." He let that sink in for a moment. "So, let's
go check them out! I want to see my new room." He gave their leashes a
little tug, a gesture of ownership that sent a shiver of both fear and
a strange, unwanted thrill through them.
They walked back out
into the bright afternoon sun, the hot pavement a strange, new
sensation on their bare feet. They piled back into the van, a
procession of naked, collared females and their fully clothed masters.
"Where to, boss?" Mrs. Hunter asked, her voice a flat, emotionless
monotone. She was just a driver now, a naked chauffeur for her son and
his new kingdom.
Mitch looked at the paper Jessica had given
him, the one with the addresses on it. "Paradise Estates. It sounds
nice, doesn't it? Here, I'll put it into the GPS for you."
He
leaned forward and typed the address into the van's navigation system.
A cheerful, robotic voice filled the car. "In one quarter mile, turn
right."
"Ok," Mrs. Hunter said, her hands gripping the
steering wheel, her knuckles white. She drove, her movements stiff and
robotic, a prisoner in her own life.
They drove for about ten
minutes, leaving the town's main commercial area behind. The landscape
changed from strip malls and fast-food restaurants to neat, tidy
suburban streets with lush, green lawns and manicured flower beds. They
drove past an elementary school, where a group of naked girls were
playing on the playground, their high-pitched giggles and shrieks of
joy a strange, counterintuitive sound. Then they drove past a high
school, where a group of naked teen girls were practicing volleyball,
their sweaty, glistening bodies a testament to their athletic prowess.
"This is a nice neighborhood," Mitch said, looking out the window. He
was already picturing himself as the king of this suburban paradise.
"It is," Randy chimed in, his eyes wide with excitement. "I can't wait
to see our new house! I hope it has a big back yard for our new pets!"
"They're not pets, Randy," Mitch said, his voice a low, warning growl.
"They're our… family. Our new, improved Grandview family."
"Oh. Right," Randy said, a little disappointed. "But we can still make them sit and stay, right?"
Mitch just chuckled, a deep, satisfied rumble in his chest. "Of course!"
They finally turned onto a street with a large, ornate sign that read
"PARADISE ESTATES." The houses here were huge, sprawling mansions with
perfectly manicured lawns and pristine swimming pools. It was the kind
of neighborhood that Mrs. Parker and Mrs. Hunter had only ever dreamed
of living in.
"Wow," Randy breathed, his face pressed against the window. "These are like… movie star houses."
"They are," Mitch said, a smug, triumphant grin on his face. "And now, one of them is ours."
The GPS led them to a large, two-story house at the end of a
cul-de-sac. It was a beautiful house, with a pristine, white exterior,
a large, inviting porch, and a three-car garage. It was a dream house,
a symbol of a perfect, happy life.
"Is this… is this our new
house?" Mrs. Hunter asked, her voice a hesitant whisper. It was hard to
believe that this beautiful, perfect house was going to be her new
prison.
"It is," Mitch said, his voice full of glee. "And this
one," he added, pointing to the house right next door, which was an
identical mirror image of the first one, "is for the Parkers. Isn't
that great? We'll be next door neighbors!"
"Great," Mrs.
Parker mumbled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But the sarcasm was
hollow, a weak defense against the overwhelming weight of her new
reality.
"Ok, let's go check them out!" Mitch said, opening the car door. "But first, let me make a little call."
He pulled out his phone, a confident, determined look on his face. He
dialed a number, and a moment later, a cheerful, familiar voice filled
the car. It was his dad.
"Hey, sport! Did you do it? Are you at the houses?" John Hunter's voice boomed through the speakerphone, loud and clear.
"Yep. We're here. Just pulled up," Mitch said, a huge, triumphant grin
on his face. "They're perfect. And everything's signed. The mortgages
are all set."
"Excellent! I knew I could count on you, son!" John's voice was full of a warm, paternal pride.
Mrs. Hunter, who was still in the driver's seat, felt a cold, icy dread
wash over her. She had been hoping, praying, that this was all a
mistake, a horrible, elaborate prank. But her husband's voice, his
proud, happy tone, confirmed her worst fears. This was real.
"Put the on speaker for Randy's dad, too," Mitch said. A moment later,
another voice joined the conversation, this one slightly deeper and
more boisterous.
"Hey! Is it done? Did they do it?" Mark Parker's voice filled the car, a loud, expectant question.
"It's done, Mr. Parker," Mitch said, a smug, triumphant grin on his face. "Everything's all signed. The houses are ours."
"YES!" Mark boomed, a sound of pure, unadulterated joy. "I knew it! I
knew you could handle it, kid! Hey, Sarah, how you doing? Get a good
look at the new place?"
Mrs. Parker just stared at the phone,
her face a mask of disbelief. She opened her mouth, but no sound came
out. This was a joke. It had to be a joke. Her husband wouldn't do this
to her. He wouldn't.
"Come on, Mark, let them have a bit of
time," John Hunter said, a chuckle in his voice. "So, what's the
verdict? Did they give you any trouble?"
Mitch let out a
little chuckle, a sound that made Mrs. Hunter's stomach turn. "They
gave us a little bit of trouble at first. Especially Hana. And there
were a lot of little incidents, lots of back talk. All the ladies ended
up getting multiple infractions, in fact."
"Oh no," his dad chuckled through the phone speaker. "Does that mean your mom is naked right now?"
Mitch felt a thrill of power, a rush of excitement at the thought of
exposing his mother to his father. "Oh yeah. She's been naked and
collared since the mall. And I have to tell you, Dad, it's a good look
on her."
"Ha! That's my boy! Send me some pics when you get a
chance!" John laughed, a deep, hearty sound that made his wife's cheeks
burn with humiliation.
"Send them to me too!" Mr. Parker
chimed in, a note of glee in his voice. "Sarah, you'd better be a good
girl. Or else you're gonna end up like Lucy!"
"She already
did, Mr. Parker! I got plenty of great naked pictures of her too!"
Mitch told him, loving the way Mrs. Parker's cheeks turned bright red
at his words.
"Great! Can't wait to see them! You're gonna have to send them to me too!" Mr. Parker said.
"Will do, sir!" Mitch's voice was full of a smug, satisfied tone. "Once
we got the leashes on them, the ladies really started to learn their
place. Right, Mom?"
Mrs. Hunter just sat there, her hands
gripping the steering wheel, so tightly her knuckles were white. She
couldn't speak. The betrayal was a physical weight, a crushing pressure
on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
"What's that? Speak up, Lucy! I can't hear you," John's voice was sharp, a command.
"She's a little shy, dad," Mitch said, a wicked little giggle in his
voice. "But she's having a great time. Aren't you, Mom? Just having the
best day ever."
Mrs. Hunter's face was a burning mask of pure,
unadulterated shame. She looked at Mitch, her eyes pleading with him,
but he just smiled back at her, a smug, triumphant look on his face.
She wanted to scream, to throw the phone out the window, to do something.
But she was trapped. Trapped in this perfect, beautiful house, a naked,
collared pet for her son. "Just the best day ever, John," she
whispered, the words tasting like poison in her mouth.
"I knew
it! I told you, Mark! I told you they'd love it once they got there!
You just have to give them a little push!" John boomed, a sound of
pure, unadulterated joy.
"You were right, John, I should've
listened to you," Mark said, a hearty chuckle in his voice. "So, the
movers should be there in around an hour. We'll be seeing you then!" He
hung up, leaving the two boys in a fit of triumphant laughter. The
women were just silent, a stunned, miserable silence.
As they
crossed the threshold of the new Hunter house, the air itself felt
charged, electric with a new reality. Grandview wasn't just a new
beginning; it was the end of everything they'd known. For the women of
the Hunter and Parker families, the move wasn't a fresh start, but a
plunge, headfirst, into a different kind of existence, one filled with
unseen tensions. Their bodies now belonged to someone else, the
decision stripped from them in a heartbeat. At any given moment, with
no warning, they could be commanded to disrobe, right there on the
plush carpet of their supposed sanctuary, or anywhere in public. They
were not people anymore, not in the eyes of the law. They were objects,
property for male amusement and command. And for Melody and Hana, the
full, crushing weight of this new world came down immediately; legally
required nudity, every waking moment, a constant vulnerability
stretching out until their eighteenth birthdays arrived. And Sydney
would be joining them in less than a year. Everything they thought they
understood about themselves, about safety, about autonomy. It had all
been swept away in an instant, replaced by a thrilling, terrifying new
normal.
For Mitch, each sunrise promised another chapter in
his reign. His sister would greet him bare-skinned at his bedside,
while his mother stood poised for his next decree. Melody, his new
loyal girlfriend, became his morning canvas, arranged and photographed
in the golden light, her curves immortalized in images that made his
pulse quicken. Randy was always there, his eager conspirator in this
dance of dominance. Their days dissolved into a blur of gaming victory
laps, grease-spotted pizza boxes, and whispered schemes that pushed the
boundaries of depravity upon their five trembling subjects.
For the five females of the Hunter and Parker families, the crystalline
fantasy of suburban perfection was closed, sealed in a past they'd
never reclaim, making each subsequent day a blend of shame and
exhilaration. For the boys and their dads, who had engineered this
final departure, the spectacle was one to be fully savored, making it,
truly, a view to enjoy.
The End