Family (s&m incest)
Chapter 4 by David
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I had such a raging hard on that I could barely contain myself. As I watched
Cunt try to bring herself off during Boytoy's first whipping I came close to
creaming my pants. The vision of Slut whipping her helpless and willing son was
almost beyond my control. She was beautiful as her naked body went through the
motions of drawing the whip over Boytoy's nude writhing torso.
And as for Boytoy.. Who would have thought that his slight frame would support
such a magnificent cock. And who could possibly have guessed that Kay's quiet,
effeminate son was so highly sexed. Since he first pulled his pants down he was
erect more frequently than not. And he came twice! Poor cunt had a hard time
swallowing fast enough to keep up with him. I really believed that Boytoy had
found his true place in life. Being a slave is a sexual and emotional release
for Slut and Cunt but it is still a role that they play. Boytoy, on the other
hand, is truly a slave. His face showed more peace and happiness that morning
than I had ever seen on it.
When Cunt took the whip and lashed into Boytoy's cock, I did not believe that I
would survive. I actually had to close my eyes and think about a cold shower. If
someone had even touched my penis I think that I would have exploded.
But I made it. It was time to finish up the morning's entertainment and have my
slaves prepare lunch. The time had come to come.
I untied Boytoy from the ceiling and he immediately dropped to his hands and
knees. He was exhausted from the whipping and the sex. "Follow me, slaves. Don't
forget your whip, Boytoy." I climbed the basement steps to the living room and
they followed on their hands and knees, first Slut, then Cunt and Boytoy last,
with the whip hanging from his mouth. We proceeded to the living room and the
three slaves lined themselves up, kneeling in the slave position.
"Time for this family to get to know each other," I said as I began to take my
own clothes off. It was also time for me to achieve my own release. "Slut. On
your back, spread eagled. Cunt and Boytoy, kneel at right angles to the Slut by
each of her hands. Take her hand in yours and start making love to it with your
mouths. Work your way down her arms to her arm pits and do them thoroughly. Do
every inch of her face and her ears using only your tongues, lips and mouths.
Proceed down her body all the way to her toes. The only place you'll skip is her
sex. Take your time and stay together. Start." Naked, I settled into my favorite
chair and watched Cunt and Boytoy get to know their mother. Intimately. It took
them about ten minutes to reach her toes and by that time Slut was writhing in
excitement.
"Roll over, Slut. Now I want you two to reverse direction and be just as
thorough. Pay close attention to her ass, crack and asshole. Stay away from her
sex." The two completed their task, slowly working their way back to their
mother s fingertips. When they were finished I had mother and son repeat the
process on Cunt. Both Cunt and Slut had reached a feverish pitch of sexual
excitement.
"On your back, Slut. Feet flat on the floor, knees up and spread wide. Cunt,
kneel between your mother s legs and start licking. I want your ass up in the
air, legs apart." Fun time. I knelt behind Cunt and had my prick buried in her
in seconds. I was too horny to draw this out. I was immediately pumping away
furiously. Cunt and Slut were ready also and were groaning and bucking with me.
It didn't last long. We all exploded about the same time, shuddering, grinding,
squeezing, pumping and groaning. As the excitement faded we just sort of
collapsed. Boytoy knelt near us with an awed expression on his face. I think
that everybody agreed that this master/slave/family thing had a lot of
potential.
I figured that lunch would be a good opportunity to see how far my slaves were
prepared to go to please their master. I snapped instructions at them and had
them carry out all the lunch preparations on their knees. I carried the whip
and punished any slave that displeased me in the least. They arranged three
bowls on the floor and filled them with water for their drink. Slut had a dog
bowl with SLUT written on the side. Cunt and Boytoy got ordinary cereal bowls
but I assured them that they d get their personalized dog bowls, too. They
boiled some hot dogs. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating mine while they
kneeled in front of me. Each slave had a hot-dog lying on the floor in front of
them, cooling. When I had finished my lunch I gave them their instructions.
I think your dogs are cool enough, now. Cunt, you pick yours up and spread some
mustard on it to make it nice and slippery. Then shove it into Slut s asshole.
Squirt some mustard in there, too, if necessary. Shove the hot-dog in until it
disappears. Slut knelt with her head to the floor to make it easier for Cunt to
perform the task. Without too much trouble, Cunt managed to get the hot-dog all
the way in and I watched as the mustard stained sphincter muscles closed around
the end of the dog. I then had Slut do the same with her hot-dog, shoving it
into Boytoy s asshole. Then Boytoy shoved his into Cunt s. Now that all three
bums were filled I had them proceed with other tasks to make sure that their
bowels properly flavored the hot-dogs. I commanded them to drink their water,
kneeling at their dishes and not using their hands. Then I had them clean up the
kitchen and, finally, to kneel in position and wait for their lunch to start.
Slut, put your forehead to the floor. She was having trouble keeping the
hot-dog in. I could see the tip starting to pop out as she worked her sphincter
muscles trying to keep it in. Cunt, you may eat your hot dog now. You can put
your hands on Slut s hips but that s the only place you re allowed to put them.
If one crumb of your hot-dog hits the floor you ll be punished severely. One
more thing. Small lady like bites only.
Cunt grabbed each of Slut s hips for position and put her mouth over Slut s
asshole. She sucked out about one inch of dog and bit it off. She had to use
her tongue to push the remaining dog back in. Just in case Slut couldn t keep it
in, Cunt kept her face close to the asshole as she chewed. She had mustard
smeared around her mouth that had been left between Slut s ass cheeks while
inserting the dog. Cunt chewed and swallowed her bite and went back for her
second. After six bites she had finished her lunch and was ready to offer Boytoy
his.
I was still naked from our earlier games and I was sitting at the table,
occasionally getting up for a better view of the action. I was enjoying it
immensely, a fact made obvious by the resurgence of my penis s hardness. Lunch
was soon over and my three slaves and their yellow mouths were again lined up in
front of me. Time for some personal hygiene.
I want the three of you to shower and shave. Yes, shave. I don t want to see one
hair below the neck. That includes you, Boytoy. I m talking armpits, chest,
pubic hair, legs, even around the asshole. Peach fuzz only. Not one real hair.
Your are not allowed to shave yourself. Two of you will shave the remaining
slave. You have two hours to complete this depilatory exercise and rest up. Be
back down here in slave position at exactly three o clock. Then we ll see what
the rest of the afternoon brings.
My three slaves crawled off toward the stairs and proceeded up them on their
hands and knees showing off their yellow stained rears. I settled down in my
chair and dreamt up ways to finish off the day.
At the apointed time three clean, naked slaves crawled into the room and knelt
in front of me and they each wore a pleasant self-satisfied smile. The female
slaves had shaven their pubic hairs and it made them appear even more gloriously
naked. Their labias were proudly displayed and they actually glistened. The rest
of their bodies were, of course, already hairless. Boytoy was absolutely
beaultiful and I could tell by the smile on his face that he knew it. They had
shaved his armpits, chest, and pubic area. His legs were shaven from his crotch
to his toes and I suspect that the tops of his toes were shaven if he had any
hair there. As I stared at his shiny cock (which was partially erect) and smooth
clean balls I confessed to myself that it would give me great pleasure to take
them into my mouth and lick and kiss them. I was still naked and when I looked
down at my body it was obvious that I found the thought erotic.
The morning had left me exhausted but happy and satisfied. It was not just the
sexual excitement that I enjoyed but there seemed to be a basic satisfaction to
being completely in the control of my Master. Also, I found it exciting to know
that both my mother and sister were also in his control. At this point, I didn t
spend any time thinking about the motivations or ramifications of our new life.
I was simply experiencing it and anticipating what was next.
The three of us crawled up the stairs to follow Master s orders. I watched Erin
s yellow stained ass wiggling in front of me and had to make an effort to keep
from giggling. We crawled into the master bath and Mom stood to start the
shower. I guessed that it was okay to stand when not in the Master presence.
Erin was the first to speak.
Mom, are we all crazy, or what? What s happening to us.
Mom looked at her and said, No, Cunt. We re not crazy. We re slaves. And I m
going to have to tell Master that you called me Mom and used the pronoun "we"
and "us".
That stopped Erin for a second but not for long. She thought for a minute and
was counting on her fingers. Then she smiled at Mom and said, Slut used the
pronoun we twice, I once and you once. That's four. Cunt has something to
tell Master, also.
Mom smiled back. Cunt s right. Thank you, Cunt. Slut, Cunt and Boytoy will
first brush teeth to remove the shitty hot-dog taste and then shower together.
Slut, Cunt and Boytoy will shave in the shower. Boytoy will go and get another
razor. Avoiding pronouns created some pretty strange sounding sentences.
The three of us brushed as the shower steamed up. I still could not help but
look at my naked sister and mother and admire their bodies. As they brushed and
moved and as their breasts bounced and jiggled, I kept getting that excited
feeling down in my stomach and between my legs. My prick was almost always at
some level of excitement. I also noticed that their eyes were always traveling
around my body and kept falling to my crotch.
The shower was large enough to accommodate the three of us comfortably. Mom
started by soaping me and Erin and then had us do her. We had to pay particular
attention to our mustardy rears. Mom was so thorough as to insert her soapy
finger into my anus and wiggle it around. Naturally, I returned the favor. When
I went to do Erin s, Mom s finger was already there. The three of us giggled
when I made the attempt. Not to be denied, I managed to wiggle my finger in
also, and Erin moaned and slid her soapy hand down my slippery back and over my
ass. My dick sprang to attention and pressed against Mom s thigh. Mom smiled and
slapped my dick and said, That s enough! Master has not given Slut, Cunt and
Boytoy permission to have an orgasm.
While we were still soapy, Mom gave the razor to Erin and said, Please shave
Slut s armpits, and she raised one of her arms. Although her armpits were
already shaven there was a stubble and Erin took care of that. I was told to do
her legs. I took the other razor and knelt at her feet, my face looking at her
soon to be shaved cunt. As I shaved her legs I was careful not to nick her. Soon
Erin joined me. We completed her legs and I rubbed shaving cream into her pubic
hair and shaved some off. I let Erin do the parts that were most sensitive. Mom
put one foot on the shower seat when it would help us to access her. We were
getting to know our mother s sex very well. After Mom was completely shaven she
rinsed off thoroughly and she and I did Erin. The two of them were stunning with
their bare slits on display.
Mom said, Boytoy s next, and they started in. The two of them creamed and
shaved all my hair from my neck down and they enjoyed their work. They were like
a couple of school girls as they giggled and elbowed each other of the way to
get at me. After they shaved a part of me, they would rinse the area and then
kiss and lick it and giggle some more. They did my pits, chest and legs. I m
fair in color and don t have a lot of body hair so I guess that they considered
my arms to be peach fuzz. All that was left was my pubic area and they spent a
long and careful time doing it. When they were finished, I was bare as a baby.
It was a very erotic sensation as they ran their hands over my smooth and
hairless penis and testicles. They must have enjoyed the sensation also because
they continued, even after I started grinding my hips in preparation for an
orgasm. Mom had the most self-discipline and stopped the petting in time.
"Slut, Cunt and Boytoy should lay down for a while so Slut, Cunt and Boytoy can
be rested up for Master at three."
This may have been good advice but if I was going to remain within visual
contact with them I would get little rest. After drying off each other's bodies,
the three of us laid down on Mom's king size bed and, as I predicted, we got
little rest. For the next hour we were continually petting, kissing and licking
each other's hairless bodies, bringing ourselves to the brink but never over it.
By five minutes to three we escalated ourselves to a fever pitch. All three of
Master's slaves were ready to explode in a raging orgasm. I hoped that we would
be able to calm ourselves down before we presented ours naked and hairless
bodies to our Master.
"It's time to serve our Master," said Mom, as she rolled off the bed and on to
her knees and started crawling toward the stairs. Erin followed and I was last.
It occurred to me that I might have been a slave but I was a gentleman slave. I
always let the ladies go first and Erin always let Mom go first. Mom raised her
kids right.
We descended the stairs on our hands and knees (I was getting pretty good at
negotiating steps in this manner) and I noted that Erin's ass was cleaner and
missing that tuft of hair that I could see between her legs earlier. It was
sexier every time I looked at it. I was not calming down.
We three slaves knelt in front of our Master in the required slave position and
waited. He continued reading his book for about ten minutes and didn't even
honor us with a glance. But the wait and ensuing tension added to my excitement.
I still was not calming down. Then he snapped his book shut and the three of us
must have jumped a foot. He just stared at us for another minute with an
admiring and proprietary look.
He smiled and said, "I think that we need an "at ease" position for you slaves.
When I make the following signal you are to sit back on your heels and spread
your knees wide apart. Do it." At the same time he said this he snapped his
fingers at us and turned his hand palm up. The three of us settled back on our
heels and spread our knees. I sneaked a look at Mom and Erin and found their
exposed and hairless sex to be a truly exciting site. I wondered how Master
could keep from jumping them on the spot. But when I looked at his face I found
him to be studying my own semi-rigid organ. Interesting.
"Now tell me how the three of you got on with out me. You start, Slut," said our
Master.
"Both Slut and Cunt used pronouns for Slut, Cunt and Boytoy's slave names,
Master," responded Mom. "Slut and Cunt would be pleased if Master would punish
Slut and Cunt for Slut and Cunt's infraction."
"How many times did you commit this error, Slut?"
"Four times, Master."
"Your punishment will be four stripes across the breasts with the whip. How
about you, Cunt?"
"I believe that I erred three times, Master," replied Erin. Wrong answer!
"You believe?" asked Master. "Since you're not sure you'll get ten. That way
we'll know that we've covered all the mistakes. In the future keep better track
of your errors."
"Yes, Master," said Erin. Her voice sounded nervous. I don't think she was
looking forward to ten lashes across her breasts. I was, though. I hadn't
forgotten what she did to my poor cock.
"How about you, Boytoy? Did you break any rules?"
"No, Master." No equivocation there. I'm a fast learner.
"Good," said Master. "Since you seem to know how to behave, you may yield the
whip." Yesss! There was justice! I was going to watch my mother and sister
suffer as I whipped their naked breasts. There would be no mercy and I think
that Master knew it.
Master gave the necessary commands. Slut, over here and kneel with your hands
on the floor behind you. Stick those tits up in the air so that Boytoy can t
miss. Fat chance. Boytoy, take the whip and stand beside Slut.
We obeyed his commands and I was ready to do my duty, with my cock at full
alert. I did not intend to spare my mother, primarily because I knew that the
more she suffered the more trepidation Erin would feel as she contemplated her
punishment. Besides, no mattered how hard I laid on, Mom was receiving only four
stripes compared to Erin s ten. I gazed at my mother who was leaning back and
offering me her breasts for torture. Her newly shaven cunt glistened and,
although it may have been my imagination, even the inside of her thighs appeared
wet. I waited for the command to begin.
Begin!
I took a step forward, twisted my body as I brought the whip back and stroked it
over my mother s waiting breasts with fierce abandon. The thongs snapped against
her naked flesh as she arched her head back and sucked air in through her parted
lips. I followed through with the stroke and three red stripes began forming
over the tops of her heaving breasts, the bottom stripe cut across the middle of
both nipples. My poor mother had to endure three more but my cock beating sister
was going to receive ten. God, how I loved it.
I delivered the three remaining strokes with slight pauses between each so that
everyone had a chance to contemplate the action. Mom concentrated on the pain
she was enduring, Erin thought about the pain she was about to endure and Master
and I wallowed in sexual ecstasy. When I was done Mom s breasts were a series of
angry welts. Because of her position I managed to mark the underside of tits as
well as the top. Several stripes crossed her nipples which were hard and erect.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut with pain and her mouth half
open in a grimace. And this was less than half what Erin was to endure.
Very good, Boytoy. I don t believe that I could have done better myself. You
seem to have a flair for this sort of thing. Cunt, change position with your
mother. Now it s your turn to be punished.
Mom returned to her former position with her burning breasts undulating back and
forth as she crawled. The whip had snaked around her body and left little purple
marks on her side where the tips bit in. It occurred to me that I should shorten
some of my strokes while whipping Erin so that the tips would bite into tender
breasts and not just the side of her body.
Erin took Mom s place. Her breasts weren t as large but they stood out more.
They didn t hang to the side as much as Mom s. Her aureole s were smaller but
the nipple itself seemed larger and more erect. Maybe this made them more
sensitive. I hoped so. Her pussy was every bit as wet. This may have been a
sexual turn-on for her but she was going to suffer. Oh yes, she was going to
suffer. She looked in my eyes, saw me smile and knew that she was going to
suffer.
If you want to spread the strokes out to include her belly, Boytoy, that would
be okay. Ten strokes all in one place is a lot. Stay away from that pretty
little cunt, though. We wouldn t want to damage her for future use. Oh, yeah?
How about my cock? Oh, well. I d get my revenge on her pretty tits. I waited
patiently.
Begin.
I applied the lessons I learned whipping my mother. The first stroke was every
bit as hard but I brought it up short so that the tips of the lash bit into the
flesh of her far breast. In addition, I snapped my wrist at the moment of
contact making the tips bite deeper and harder. I was getting good at this. The
knowledge was confirmed by Erin s reaction. Her breasts thrust out, her
shoulders hunched, her abdomen squeezed, her head arched back and she yelled
out. I don t think that she was expecting so much pain. And that was only one.
Nine to go!
I used the same technique on the next four strokes leaving sharp red/purple
buttons of pain on each tit. Four times one of the whip thongs caught a nipple.
Erin was writhing and screaming, Oh god have mercy oh please it hurts oh shit
oh damn oh please have mercy, and then, Eeagh! Shit! as I caught a nipple
once again and in the exact same place. After five strokes even I was beginning
to feel some mercy. I delivered three long hard lashes over her belly and
finished with two final stripes across both breasts.
When I completed my final stroke Erin snapped her chin to her chest, opened her
eyes and stared at her colorful tits. They were criss-crossed with raised red
welts and accented with an array of red/purple dots. I thought a ripe grape vine
in a melon patch made a good simile. The poor girl just panted, stared at her
breasts and held her obscene position. I dropped to my knees, put the whip in my
mouth, crawled to my Master and dropped it at his feet.
Stand up, Boytoy, and come here, commanded Master. I obeyed and stepped toward
him with my hands folded behind my head like the obedient slave that I was. He
reached out and grabbed my semi-hard dick. Using that as a handle he pulled me
to the side of his chair, turned his face toward me and gently placed his lips
over the end of my cock. Not only did my cock get rigid but so did the rest of
my body. What was going to happen? What if I came (a distinct possibility,
considering how aroused I was)? Should I come in his mouth? If not his mouth,
how do I come without getting it on him. One does not come in one s Master s
face. That may not be written down anywhere but I was sure it was true.
By now Master was still holding my dick in his hand and was sucking my balls. I
never considered myself to be a gay person but I was finding this to be quite
exciting. He paused for a minute and said, Slut, come over here and suck my
cock.
Mom crawled over, knelt between Master s legs and began kissing, licking and
sucking on his erect cock. Poor Erin maintained her uncomfortable position with
her decorated tits cooling in the breeze, her juicy cunt winking obscenely at us
and watching us with a rapt expression.
By now Master had my cock totally in his mouth and was stroking me with a slow
pace that matched exactly the rhythm being maintained by my mother. He had one
hand on my balls which he was constantly toying with and his other hand in my
mothers hair. As he picked up the pace Mom followed suite. Master s hips and my
hips began pumping at the same time and with the established rhythm. We were all
so keyed up that I knew we would not last long. I was right. We both exploded
simultaneously, shooting come into the respective mouths. Our two bodies went
rigid, shivered and twitched spasmodically and began to relax. Master released
my dick, snapped his fingers at me and pointed to the floor where I immediately
knelt in the slave position. He then snapped his fingers at Erin and pointed to
where I was standing a second before. She crawled over and Master grabbed her by
the hair, forced her head back and with his other hand pulled her chin down to
open her mouth. He placed his mouth over hers and deposited my come and
ancillary spit in her mouth. He said, Swallow, Cunt, as he laid back in his
chair, brushing mom away from his cock. And there he relaxed with his eyes
closed and his three slaves kneeling around him and looking at him.
I don t know how long this particular tableau lasted but my body was getting
tired from holding the slave position. My mother and sister attained relief
before I did.
Cunt, Slut, you two are probably pretty charged up by now. Why don t the two of
you amuse us with a passionate sixty-nine. Master said this without even
opening his eyes. It was as if he was tossing his slaves small change from his
pocket.
Mom and Erin crawled several feet away and while in the kneeling position,
wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately. They fell to the
floor as their hands thoroughly explored each other and they began rotating
their bodies to achieve the sixty-nine position. They started by making love to
each other s breasts with their mouths, kissing, licking and nibbling. Mom was
not being particularly gentle with Erin s abused flesh but Erin didn t seem to
mind. They were both in heat. Their mouth s proceeded down each other s bodies
as their hands continued their intimate caressing. When their faces reached
their crotches they were side by side but Erin was being more aggressive and she
wound up on top with her mother under her. They both drew their knees up and
curled their toes as the orgasms mounted. There was so much slurping it sounded
like an army marching through a muddy field. I was mesmerized as they twisted,
writhed, bucked, groaned and moaned. Their final orgasmic exclamations were
muffled by each other s cunts. A final kiss, lick and caress and they both fell
flat on their backs, panting.
Master watched through half open eyes with a smile on his lips.
When they collapsed he said, You re still slaves, you know.
With that, the two exhausted females struggled to their knees and assumed the
required position, still panting.
I m spent and you three look even more spent. Let s all relax until dinner.
Here. You can use these to lounge around on. As Master said this he walked to
the sofa and threw the pillows and cushions on the floor in our direction. He
walked out of the room and upstairs. The three of us arranged ourselves side by
side on the floor with our heads close together on one of the cushions. Mom was
in the middle. Then mom said something unexpected.
I love you both very much. She said it quietly so that just the two of us could
hear. I didn t know if that was because of the personal nature of what she was
saying or if it was because she wasn t using our slave vernacular. As she said
it she grabbed each of our hands and squeezed. She continued, I hope I ve done
the right thing by letting this happen. I know David well enough to know that I
could stop it any time. I feel down in my heart somewhere that this is right for
us but if either of you feel differently please tell me.
Erin smiled and said, Cunt is very happy, Slut, even if Boytoy did make dog
meat out of Cunt s pretty tits.
Mom smiled and kissed Erin on the lips, not hard but long. Even under these
conditions it was a sensuous kiss. Then she turned to me and asked, How about
you, Kevin?
Boytoy feels like Boytoy has found Boytoy s proper place in life.
Boytoy is very happy and thanks Slut from the bottom of Boytoy s heart for the
opportunity to live this life. Then I gave my mother a long sensuous kiss and
let my hand drift down to her pubic area and gently caressed it. As Master
said, we were all sexually spent by now but our relationship had changed so much
since this morning that any show of affection seemed like it should be
accompanied by a sexual caress. Mom wrapped her arms around me and hugged me.
Erin snuggled up against Mom s back and reached around both of us to create a
group hug. We all felt very much at peace. We spent the next hour alternately
dozing and whispering to each other and kissing and caressing. Master had
managed to create the closest family on earth but maybe that was because he knew
what he was working with.
He walked back in about 5:30 wearing a bathrobe and announced that it was time
for dinner. That meal went pretty much like lunch except we had more to eat. For
hors d'oeuvre we had carrots. Master found the kind that are pre-cut by the
super market. They re about the size and shape of a thumb and rounded on each
end. Each of us had four pushed in our ass holes. When they were in there we
hardly knew it. When it was feeding time, though, they were difficult to get
out. I ate mine from Cunt s rear end. I closed my lips around her asshole and
sucked but to no avail. She had to shit simultaneously and shit she did. While I
was sucking and she was shitting she passed gas and everybody thought that was
hilarious. I noticed, though, that Cunt didn t laugh when Slut farted in her
mouth. Oh, well.
After appetizers we had hot dogs again for the main course. For desert we had
bananas. As you can guess, we did not shove them up our respective asses. Couldn
t be done. They d turn to puree first. Instead, Mom and Erin each shoved a
peeled banana in their vagina. Both Erin and I ate one from Slut s vagina and
Slut ate from Cunt s vagina. We made a fruit drink in the blender and slurped
that out of our bowls. It was enough to fill us up. When dinner was over and the
kitchen was cleaned we three slaves crawled to the bathroom and cleaned each
other up. Then we adjourned back to the family room.
It was a long hard day. The three of us had been properly beaten and managed to
achieve some sensational orgasms. We were back on the cushions in the family
room, relaxing. We had achieved a new intimacy exhibited by the way we were
arranged on the floor. I was on my back with my head on the cushion. Erin was
using my tummy for her cushion and was kissing and licking my cock. I wasn t
completey flaccid but I was not aroused. Mom curled up in the angle made by our
bodies with her head on the cushion next to mine and stroking Erin s rear. Erin
had her back to us. I d kiss Mom and she d reach between Erin s legs and play
with her pussy. We weren t trying to achieve any sexual plateaus, it just felt
good. Master was sitting on the sofa, wearing just his robe. He gave us some
idea of what our future would be.
Every day, slaves, can t be like this one. None of us could stand the pace.
After a week, you three would have hides that looked like something in a butcher
shop. For the majority of our days we will be ordinary people except I shall
always be the Master. Good. You can use pronouns and regular names and wear
clothes and call me David and walk instead of crawl and eat at a table instead
at someone s asshole and be regular people. But, when I give the word, you shall
revert to being slaves and behave as you did today. At all times, what I say,
goes. I am always Master. If you have a problem with any of this, that s okay.
Your servitude is voluntary. Any problems?
We all answered simultaneously, No, Master.
Good, he replied. Slave day is over. Let s hear some music.
Kay, why don t you put on Beethoven s Ninth. I think that would be appropriate.
Mom rose from beside me and walked, not crawled but actually walked, to the
stereo and selected the CD. She then walked over to the sofa and curled up
beside David. Erin changed her position and put her shiny cunt in front of my
face. During the entire length of Beethoven s Choral symphony we gently kissed
every part of each other s bodies while Mom and David watched. Starting with my
face in Erin s crotch, and her s in mine, we worked our way down to where we
were face to feet. For twenty minutes we made oral love to each other s feet
while our naked bodies caressed each other. This was not wild sex, though. Just
very peaceful and satisfying intimacy. I admit though, that my independent prick
wasn t totally laying down on the job. By the time the CD was over we had
completed a circuit of our bodies, leaving very little out.
The evening continued in this manner with talk, music and very intimate petting
and kissing, until David said bedtime. We all adjourned to Mom s king size bed.
Big bed, but with four people? Once in it, all naked, we had a group grope. When
sufficiently aroused, I paired with Mom and David paired with Erin. And then we
fucked. It was, in both cases, a slow, deliberate, traditional fuck. Mom and
Erin were on the bottom with knees up and their legs wrapped around their
partner. David and I laid on top and kissed and groped and fucked. At about the
same time all four of us moaned and groaned and spasmed and came. At David s
suggestion, Erin and I adjourned to her queen size bed and then we all fell into
a deep contented sleep. Our first day as a family of slaves was over. The first
day of the rest of our lives. As slaves. We all slept well.
(From stories-online.net: this is all I have)
