You wish, my stepfather said to me. Carl! my mom said and giggled. Cara is my real fathers nineteen-year-old sister. She has the most amazing red hair... what my mom calls strawberry-blond, and tits to die for. She has blue eyes and creamy skin and round lips. You know, Magpie, if shes gonna be here, I think we should cancel, to provide proper supervision, my stepfather said and winked at me. My moms name was Maggie. I always felt creeped out when he called her Magpie instead. My mom punched him. The activities so far had obviously excited him greatly.He looked at me with a steering grin. I felt my face redden with shame and humiliation. He reached into the bag and took two lengths of red rope! "Put the popeers down. I'll keep you going." He said.I placed the bottle down. He knelt beside me and tied my right wrist to my right ankle. Then my other wrist was tied similarly. He stood in front of me and jiggled the chain, making the weights swing and bounce from my nips. I groaned. He. If you didn’t do that then in my mind you were a worthless cheater and as far as I was concerned no one in their right mind would stay with a cheater.The accident wasn’t going to be a problem. I would get a brand new car out of it. The drunk driver was driving a company van and between my insurance and the drunk’s company I’d get enough to get a new vehicle instead of something of ‘comparative value’ which is what my insurance would cover. I wouldn’t be an asshole and sue for a bunch of money.. ." she said."Oh, you mean a slut?" I asked with a smile. I assumed this conversation would come up. Most of my friends had asked me at one time why I had become such a slut."No, I mean, how does it feel to be Jeff's slave?" she asked.I was shocked. First of all, while I listened to everything that he said, I wasn't sure that I considered myself to be his slave. Second, while Jeff was involved in a lot of my humiliation, most of it was done remotely, where he would tell me in advance what to do,.