"Need anything, Ma?" Toby asked.
"Just to relax a bit, Sweetheart," Beth sighed. This had been a red-letter day; it was best that she savor it, because there was no telling when the next one might occur…
"Okay, I’ll be back. Rest a while." Toby led the guys out of his mother’s bedroom. The other two had things to collect in the kitchen; Toby left them to it and went outside to put the memory card back in Candace’s glovebox. He KNEW that Candace was suspicious — and that suspicion would play into his hands, he had little doubt.
The dirty deed was done before anyone else came out the front door; Toby said goodbye to the other three from a seat on the front steps.
Chapter 15
Posted: February 14, 2009 - 10:01:59 pm
Toby sat on his front steps, rubbing his forehead. 'I should probably be jubilant, ' he thought — but he wasn’t. He’d managed to thoroughly hijack Candace’s grand plan to make a sex slave out of Ma, but the complications … One of the big ones was trying to control Candace, who was a lot trickier character than Ma. When you got right down to it, aside from the fact that she’d probably say no when she really wanted something, Ma was pretty straightforward — but Candace liked to run things, and even if she seemed to respond to his control, it wasn’t her basic thing. That was going to make her slippery — and Toby was a newbie at being a Dom, even if he’d seen quite a bit. Hell, she was probably scheming ways to get out from under him right now! Sighing, he got up and headed inside, making his way to his bedroom and his computer. 'Better cover my ass, ' he thought, and slipped a blank CD into the drive.
Ten minutes later, he had six CDs and had hidden the original material on his hard drive in password-protected archives with innocuous names. He knew from recent noises on TV that the FBI or even a good cracker could get them eventually, but he was more than willing to bet that Candace couldn’t. As for the CDs, he had two with just pictures, two with just video, and two with everything — a selection from which he could start small and ramp up the blackmail from as necessary. He would hide one set away from the house soon; for the moment, he salted them both in a hidey-hole in a crawlspace that he’d been using for ages. Time to check on Ma…
"Ma?" Toby rapped on the bedroom door.
"I’m in the bathroom!" Beth called out.
Toby entered the bedroom and stood by the bathroom door, "Do you need anything?"
"No, but don’t you think we should talk?" Beth asked diffidently. "I’m in the tub. Besides, you’ve seen it all before…"
Toby shrugged; THAT was true. He’d seen her naked more times than she would probably ever guess… "Okay." He opened the door and strode in, plopping onto the toilet lid.
Beth was in the tub, in bubbles up to her neck, having gone there right after Toby chivvied the others out. She was sore in a few places — well, three in particular — but she felt … eased … It had been a LOOONG time since Beth had taken on more than one partner at a time — and it had been almost as long since she had used either her mouth or her ass as a receptacle for a male member — so she was pretty sore, and probably the previous day’s activity only added to things. But she wouldn’t have traded the activity that made her ass sting and her throat burn for the world; even tonguing Candace’s pussy had been a thrill! And the blackmail thing had such a familiar ring — the whole I own you thing was like putting on an old pair of shoes, and it added that anxious little tingle that kind of spiced things up. Sure, it was weird — but being told what to do was so much more comfortable…
Toby easily detected his mother’s state — the issue at hand was trying to talk about it. "So, you’re okay?"
"Yes." Both of them knew that there was more to it than that; now they had to get past it… "I’m not hurt, or anything…"
Toby cocked his head. "But how do you FEEL?"
"I’m … fine…"
"Are you worried about Candace?"
"No, not really. Ummm, she’s bossy, anyway. But she’s not … a guy…"
"What if she tries to turn this place into a whorehouse — puts you out there for money, or brings in a parade of guys?"
"Uuhhh…" How could she tell him what needed to be said? "I…"
Toby’s eyes were dark, his expression serious, when he let her off the hook, "You’ll do what she tells you to do."
"Yes." Relief colored Beth’s shame and humiliation. After a moment, she added, "How long have you known?"
"A long time." How long had it been? How old was he, the first time he’d seen his father do something he knew was wrong to his mother — six? Eight? The exposure to verbal abuse had come even before that… "I didn’t understand, though. I thought it was … terrible."
"It was … And it wasn’t." Beth’s eyes were distant. "I always felt that it was right, somehow. It’s … hard to explain. I hate it — but I want it. Or, at least, I feel more comfortable with it."
Toby nodded. "Candace … explained that to me. At first, I was just angry — I couldn’t believe it! But then the lights kind of came on — everything made sense…"
"How did that happen?" Beth asked.
"Candace was part of it, I guess," Toby smiled grimly.
"Oh," Beth replied — but she didn’t understand. "How?"
"She — I don’t have the terms — submitted?" Toby replied. "I was really angry, and Candace suddenly fell all over herself to make me happy…"
Beth blinked. "That wouldn’t be the Candace I know…"
Toby grunted. "It isn’t — and I don’t know just how much or how often she flips over, which makes things tricky. But for now, though, I can dominate HER! The things I said in your bedroom earlier weren’t just talk — I have some control over the situation."
Beth was wide-eyed; things had been going on all around her during the session, and things had been said that she more or less discounted — or didn’t pay any attention to in the first place. Now Toby was telling her there was a whole other layer… "Really?"
"Really. How many people do you think Candace has ever deep-throated?" Toby asked.
Beth shrugged, grimaced. "I dunno."
"Zero," Toby replied. "Lon’s eyeballs about fell out! Candace isn’t the type to do things for others unless she benefits — usually. But for me, she broke the rules." He frowned. "The more she thinks about that, the less she’s going to like it, I think…"
Beth tittered. "You’re probably right!"
"Anyway, for now I’m going to let Candace do as she pleases where you’re concerned. You understand what that means, right?" Toby asked.
Beth lifted a washrag and wiped away some sweat that threatened to run into her eye. "Umm, that things probably won’t get out of hand?" Somehow, she was vaguely disappointed…
Toby frowned, pursing his lips. That was exactly the case — but something in the back of his mind told him that it wasn’t what Ma needed to hear — so he took another tack. "It means that, ultimately, Candace isn’t the one that owns you — I am."
"Oh!" Beth blinked, shocked. What did THAT mean? Some exceptionally dark possibilities rushed to the forefront of her attention and her stomach did flip-flops. "Uh, Sweetheart…"
"Quiet, Ma," Toby grunted. "Don’t get silly on me — I know right from wrong."
"There are … shades of grey…" Beth muttered.
"We’ll try to keep to the lighter tones," Toby chuckled darkly. "Ma, Candace is probably going to try to drive a wedge between us so she can get full control of you. That means she’s going to try to get you to do things that you can’t talk to me about. If she does, it’ll give her a separate hold on you — and eventually, full control." His eyes went dark. "I’m telling you now that I won’t tolerate that. You will tell me EVERYTHING she forces you to do — EVERYTHING! Do you understand?"