Because she would be required to dress out for gym class each day, it would be necessary for her to wear undergarments. The day before school began, I took her to the scrungiest second‑hand store in town and picked out a pair of threadbare cotton panties and a bra with worn‑out straps for her. Carolyn was only allowed to wear them for P.E., so I had her keep them in her gym locker. I never let her bring them home, so by the end of the year, they were torn, filthy and stiff from the accumulated sweat and other body fluids. Since she had gym right after lunch, she usually had time to get into the locker room before the other girls showed up. Every so often, though, I=d delay her ‑ usually by getting a blow job in the bushes behind the shop building ‑ so that she=d have to risk the other girls seeing her. Most of her classmates already had their suspicions about her, so I don=t think her not‑so‑secret becoming common knowledge would have changed much.



I added a new twist to her dress code that year, making her wear a red scarf around her neck during her period. It took a while, but some of the girls finally figured it out, and soon word was passed to the whole school.Carolyn is wearing red.she's on rag!. It was deathly embarrassing to her, and totally amusing for me. Other than the scarf and being able to wear undergarments for gym, her dress code remained the same. She wore nothing but above-the-knee dresses, socks and shoes.



There were a number of other rules I instituted, as well. First and foremost, she was not allowed to speak to any other male except a teacher or faculty member, and then only in response to a question. When spoken to by me or a male teacher, she was to keep her eyes lowered submissively (the teachers thought she was just shy) and respond in a soft, demure voice, with Asir being the first or last word out of her mouth. Her knees were never allowed to touch each other, and she had to sit with her bare ass on her chair seat. She was not allowed to use the toilets at school. If there was an emergency, she would come to me and I=d let her squat on the dirt behind the shop building. If she changed tampons at school, she had to keep soiled one with her until she could dispose of it at home. I can still remember the first time I made her walk home, carrying the wet, bloody tampon in her mouth. She wretched the entire way, finally vomiting on the back steps of the house.



Because of the way she dressed and acted, she quickly became a pariah. She had no friends, and not just because I didn't permit her to have any. The boys and girls both considered a freak, making her the butt of jokes and many rude, often obscene comments. My friends would talk to me about her, but I=d just dismiss their comments with a shrug. They knew I was one of the best students in school, while Carolyn lagged at the bottom of the class. It wasn't because she was stupid; she was just as intelligent as me. No, the reason she did so poorly in school is because I forbade her from doing any studying, and punished her for every test in which she scored a B or better. She also knew each D or F would mean I=d grant her one favor ‑ her favorite thing was for me to give her oral sex ‑ so she tried her best - or least - on her tests. Her future was going to be as someone=s property, and she didn't need to know much more than wash, clean, cook and fuck. Reading a cookbook was important; being able to recite the Preamble to the Constitution, understanding Siddhartha, and knowing how to graph an inequality, simply were not things she needed to be skilled at.



It was about this time ‑ just before the end of our sophomore year ‑ that Dad found out what has going on. The day that happened, I just knew my life was going to come to an end.