The following year was when I really started training and treating her as a slave. At home, she wasn't allowed to make any decisions of her own. I would tell her when she could eat, drink, go to the bathroom, speak, stand or sit. If she wanted to ask permission to speak, she had to indicate that desire by holding her hand in front of her mouth.and this only gave her permission to vocalize a request to speak, which I often did not grant. A request to pee was made by squatting with her legs open and her hand cupped under her cunt; to ask permission to shit, she assumed the same position and grunted. I still punished her, only now it was usually with a belt or switch directly on her cunt, or shoving something painfully up her ass. Everything she did had to be in my presence, whether it was using the toilet, getting dressed for school, or taking a drink of water. If she felt the need to itch, she had to come to me and get permission. Other than those acts necessary for her to do at school, every aspect of her life was now being controlled by me.



I extended her toilet training, too, having her hold my penis for me while I peed, then licking the head clean after I was done. Of course, if her aim was off at all and I splattered on the toilet seat (or anywhere else), she was required to clean that up, too. Towards the end of the school year, I also started making her kneel at my feet while I defecated, setting as one of her chores the wiping of my ass afterwards. Eventually, she became my personal urinal, swallowing my piss as I deposited it in her mouth, but that wouldn't happen for a couple of years yet.



With the start of the tenth grade, I denied her the use of undergarments altogether, even at school. She was allowed to wear nothing but knee‑length or shorter dresses, white ankle socks and shoes. Anywhere except school she went barefoot, unless shoes were required. She had only one pair of socks, and I let her hand‑wash them just once a week, on the weekend. At bedtime, I would stuff the smelly socks into her mouth and tie them in place, then bind her hands behind her back. She slept completely naked, of course. Sometimes I=d tie her ankles to the bedposts, other times not. She had neither linen nor pillow on her bed, just a single Army surplus wool blanket, and her bedroom door remained open at all times. If I=d not let her pee before bed, I=d lay out a rubber sheet under her before laying her down to protect the mattress. Carolyn knew she was expected to wet the bed early, and spend the entire night laying in the puddle of urine on those nights. She also knew she=d not be bathing in the morning, either. Oh, the looks she got when she showed up at school smelling like piss was so degrading for her!



Now, being a fairly intelligent person, you=re probably asking yourself why our parents weren't noticing all this. The answer is quite simple: We had very little adult supervision. Our mother left when we were four; Dad owned his own business, and worked very hard to provide for us. A child of the Great Depression, he valued the dollar more than anyone I ever knew, and to me it seemed like making money was more important to him than spending time with his children. I understand now that having been raised poor, he wanted better for his children. Just because he wasn't always there didn't mean he didn't care about us, but based on what I've learned about his own childhood, I think he may just not have known how to relate to children. After all, he had to quit school in the fifth grade in order to help his family out; his education didn't resume until he entered the Army during World War II.



When we were younger, Dad would arrange for someone to be there when we got home from school. Most of the sitters he hired tended to spend more time watching TV or talking on their boyfriends on the phone than looking after us, though. The average sitter would last a few weeks at most, but that all ended when he came home early one day and found the new one passed out on the floor, a baggie of drugs on the coffee table next to her. I was finally able to convince Dad that we were old enough to take care of ourselves. He was always there when we got up in the morning anyway, so he could make sure we got off to school, and we had homework that usually took us until dinnertime in the afternoon. Surprisingly, he agreed, and suddenly I had the opportunity to extend my domination over Carolyn to nearly full‑time.



We both received small allowances each month; Carolyn always turned hers over to me, and I never spent a penny of it. Now, though, it was time for her to start buying things. Each month, I=d give her a shopping list of items I expected her to purchase. First on the list was her new after‑school outfit: a pink dog collar, a matching leash, and a pair or cheap plastic 6" costume heels I=d seen at the dollar store. The following month, it was a supply of makeup and a tag for her collar, which ASlave Carolyn on one side, and AProperty of followed by my name on the other. She couldn't wear makeup at school yet it was against the school dress code - but I had her practice every day at home. I=d have her slather lipstick and eye shadow on her face until she looked like a street corner whore, then make her clean it off and start all over again. I took pages out of men=s magazines, and had her practice looking like the centerfold sluts.



This was also when I started using her sexually, as well. I found a book on oral sex in the bargain bin at a thrift store; it had apparently been place there by mistake. It didn't really contain all that much detail, but the photos were invaluable to me. I poured over it, made Carolyn study it, then tried out the techniques. It took her some time, but she was eventually able to take my entire cock mouth. I usually fucked her mouth three times a day ‑ one in the morning, one after school, and another at bedtime. At first I let Carolyn have an orgasm for each of mine, but quickly discovered that she=d be more eager to please me if I let her go without for a few days. So I started rationing her orgasms and limiting her to just a couple a week. Sometimes, though, if I wasn't particularly pleased with her, I=d make her go without for a longer period of time. Since she had little to no privacy from me, restricting her ability to cum wasn't all that hard. After three or four days, she was usually even more compliant than normal, and after a week, would offer to do the most outrageous things just for the privilege of a single orgasm. Sometimes I took her up on her offer ‑ once time she French kissed the neighbor=s dog ‑ but even then, I seldom gave her the release she so desperately needed.