When Sandy walked into her bedroom, she paused. Every step she had taken from the dining table to her bedroom had left her fully aware of just how slick her pussy lips were after her conversation with Nathan. Master Nathan. Before waking her brother she wanted to make sure her arousal wasn't too obvious on her already damp pyjamas. Satisfied, she cast her eyes from her clothing to her brother, laying on his side with the sheet half over him, his bare chest exposed. He looked so peaceful. Moving closer to the bed, she stopped as Steven suddenly rolled onto his back, the sheet pulling off him. Sandy's eyes were immediately drawn down to his boxers - her brother's cock had poked out of the flap at the front, and it was standing very tall and proud!
For a long moment Sandy just stared at her brother's cock in the morning light that was spilling in around her curtain. So that's what a 'morning wood' looked like, she thought. Her parents sometimes joked about that phrase, and now she'd seen what they meant. That's what it must have looked like last night in the dark, next to her - so hard and erect... before he - did he cum in his boxers? Or was it out in the open and he came on his chest? Sandy made a little moan as she felt her pussy get wetter yet. Just how wet can this wet pussy get?
"Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer," Steven muttered sleepily as he adjusted himself, casually slipping his penis back inside his boxers.
"Oh god! I - I - I'm sorry, I just - Oh God! It's time for breakfast!" Sandy couldn't look her brother in his eyes as she turned and fled the room!
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A short while later Master Nathan, Mistress Erin, Sandy and Steven were all at the table, with the guests seated at the head and foot, and the youngsters at the sides. Before emerging, Steven had slipped on a singlet to offer himself some modesty in front of their guests. Whilst he sat at the table however, Steven found himself carefully inspecting the older couple, deciding correctly that they were both naked under their dressing gowns.
After an initially cold reception to her brother's arrival at the table, Sandy couldn't help herself, having to share with her brother the news about the cage on their father's penis. Surprisingly, he didn't seem all that surprised. After some discussion he admitted having seen "something" a few times over the months, not to mention wondering why his father had become so keen on avoiding urinals at public restrooms, instead choosing to always use a cubicle.
The still very naked slave maryanne and slave aaron finally emerged from the kitchen with food, placing it in front of each person in turn, before standing awkwardly near the breakfast-bar between the kitchen and dining rooms, much as they had the night before, although then they had been clothed. Unlike the night before, this time Master did not invite the slaves to join them at the table, and the couple stood awaiting further instructions.
Master had a question. "Can you help me, Sandy?"
The young lady was still very unsure about everything that she was learning, but she knew that what she did want was for her parents to be happy, and trying to be accepting toward their new 'friends' seemed the best way to do that. She offered a hesitant "Yes?"
"You choose - should your father kneel under the table in front of me again, like when I was drinking my coffee, or in front of Mistress Erin?"
Steven had also been brought up to speed about Master's accoutrement to his morning coffee... though neither sibling appreciated that this was a regular meal-time event to have their slaves pleasure them sexually under the table whenever they dined with the kids' parents - at least, except when in public. As insane as the question felt to be asked of her to decide, Sandy still found herself pondered it. If her dad actually did like sucking cocks... maybe she should let him do what he liked? She felt everyone's eyes on her, including those of her father.
"Um well, maybe just - stay the same as before?" Sandy pondered. She wondered how her mother must feel watching her husband sucking a man's cock. Or how she would feel seeing him giving oral pleasure to another woman. "No, swap!" She blurted out, flushing a little at making such a decision.
"Slaves, under the table." Master directed, as the kids realised it wasn't just slave aaron that the decision was effecting. The two slaves crawled under the table as their children watched, slave aaron in front of Mistress Erin, and slave maryanne in front of Master Nathan. Sandy eyed her brother as their unseen parents began oral duties on their Master and Mistress. Unlike earlier, they could all hear distinct noises coming from under the table as the slaves began pleasing their owners. The older couple continued to find small talk to engage the siblings, as Sandy noticed that her father's attentions toward his Mistress seemed to have a greater effect on her than he had had earlier on his Master; Mistress Erin was clearly enjoying her father's tongue as she talked and ate, to the point that she occasionally cooed out "Good boy" to slave aaron.
Once Master and Mistress had finished their breakfast, the two slaves were invited to join them at the table and have their breakfast. Sandy and Steven both gave their parents a number of sideways glances as they emerged from under the table. Before disappearing to fetch their food however, Master ordered the two slaves to kiss. Sandy and Steven watched on as their parents exchanged a kiss, something they had seen a million times before, even passionate kisses on occasion, but this time knowing their mouths had just been orally pleasuring their owners.
To the kids amusement, the two slaves then sat on the laps of their Master and Mistress. Whilst seeing their mother sitting on Master's lap appeared very sexual, somehow their father sitting on Mistress Erin's lap had a more comical tone to their eyes. Despite the fact they were now sitting at the table with their naked parents, it felt almost tame considering what they had just been doing under the table. Although mostly out of sight, it was obvious that both Master and Mistress were toying with their slaves' genitals under the table as they tried to eat.
When the slaves had finished their breakfast and cleared the table, Master produced a leash and attached it to slave maryanne's collar. "Are you ready for walkies?" he asked her.
"Yes please, Master. i'm busting!" came slave maryanne's frank reply to a question that left the two teens confused. This lead to Master Nathan's next question.
"Can you help me with something else please, Sandy?" he asked her sincerely. He held up a second leash. "My slaves have not been allowed to pee yet this morning."
Sandy's brow furrowed as she considered how long it had been since they had woken up; she always had to urgently pee as soon as she woke up. Before Master could continue, Sandy blurted out - "I can't exactly pee for them?" She smirked a little.
Master all but ignored her comment. "Can you bring your father out to the back yard for his morning walk." He handed the leash toward Sandy, who recoiled from the offer.
Watching on from the table, Steven was mostly staring at his naked mother. Mistress Erin slid into the chair beside him, and put a hand on his thigh. She could feel the tension in the fabric of his boxers.
"You want me to take my dad walkies like a, a dog?" Sandy asked, a look of both confusion and some revulsion on her face.
Master placed the collar into Sandy's hand until she took it hesitantly from his fingers. The fact that she accepted it was all Master needed.
"Yes. They are both getting quite uncomfortable now, if you hadn't noticed. A good Master is mindful of his slaves' comfort." He tugged on slave maryanne's leash, and she lowered herself down onto all fours, like she had been the previous night.
Sandy let her eyes rest on her naked father. Her eyes were drawn to his metal-caged penis, pondering the fact that his bladder must be ready to burst, before she looked up to his face. "D-do you really want me to..."
"It is not his place to approve or disapprove, Sandy." Master informed her. Turning to his slave, he asked, "Do you need to pee, little one?"
"Yes, Master, please may i pee, soon?" slave aaron almost pleaded, trying not to look at Sandy, even though his words were clearly for her.
Sandy bit her lip. "I don't have to - hold him while he pees or anything - do I?"
Master laughed. "No, just bring him outside for me." With that, he walked slave maryanne to the door, and stepped out with her into the back yard.
For a moment Sandy stood awkwardly considering what she'd been asked to do.
"It's ok, sweetie," slave aaron whispered, trying to comfort her.
"Quiet slave," came a quick retort from Mistress Erin.
Making up her mind that her dad needed her help, Sandy found the end of the leash, and fumbled a little as she attached it to the D ring on her father's collar. When Mistress offered to help her, Sandy admonished her with an "I can do it." Following Master's lead, she tugged on the leash, and watched her father move down onto his hands and knees. She had a sudden flashback to being a little girl, going for a ride on her father's back as he played a horse for her. This was a very different game, she thought to herself, as she lead him outside.
Still sitting at the table, Mistress' hand was now resting fully over Steven's boxers, her fingers gently squeezing his cock. "Now young man, tell me about last night..."
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In the secluded yard Master and slave maryanne were waiting. As Sandy and slave aaron appeared, Master said quietly to his slave, "See, I told you," before calling out "Bring the little one over here."
Sandy walked her dad around the pool to the nice soft lawn. It was a surreal sensation to be walking in her own back yard, the warm morning sun on her face, with her naked dad crawling next to her on a leash like a dog. Master's warm smile greeted Sandy, and he thanked her for helping him. He then gave a tug on slave maryanne's leash to get her already undivided attention, and gave the command, "Pee."
Stepping back a little apprehensively, Sandy watched on as her mother stepped around a little to find a good position, opening out her back legs, and quickly unleashed a wild stream of yellow pee onto the grass below. Her mother, member of her school's PTA, woman who taught her to be mindful of accidental flashing, was peeing like a dog in their back yard. Try as she obviously did, some of the pee was clearly splashing on her thighs and legs, but the relief she felt at emptying her bladder overcame that embarrassment.
As the stream of pee splashed eagerly out of slave maryanne's exposed pussy, a long moan of relief slipped from her lips, until Master called "Stop." Sandy watched, surprised, as the flow of pee halted to a few dribbles as a look of intense concentration came over her mother's face. Master smiled, reaching down and rustling his fingers in his slave's hair. "Good girl. Let it go now," he told her, and again the pee rushed out of her urethra as her daughter and husband both watched. Finally the stream dwindled to a few drops, and finished. As if just suddenly aware of what she has just done, slave maryanne's cheek flush as she smiles at her daughter.
Sandy couldn't help but look at the ground and watch the puddle of pee, if just to make sure it wasn't running in her direction. The leash in her hand reminded her that at the other end of it was her increasingly desperate father. Chewing her lip, Sandy shook the leash a little. "Go on..." she hesitantly instructed her father.
Master held slave maryanne's leash a little tighter, and showed Sandy - "First you get the pet's attention." He gave the leash a tug. "Then you give the command - 'Pee!'."
Instinctively at hearing the command slave aaron's cock began to dribble pee as he tried hard to hold it. Chewing her lip, Sandy toyed with the end of the leash. "Ok, um..." She pulled the leash tighter, and then tugged, making her father almost lose balance. "Oh sorry, dad!" she said hurriedly. "Ok, sorry, so - Pee, daddy."
A little awkwardly her father lifted one of his legs into the air, and - for a moment nothing happened. Thinking she had done something wrong, Sandy repeated the command. "Pee!" As her father continued not to pee, Sandy couldn't help but bend to see her father's caged cock, which was bouncing a little under him. Seeing his daughter's concerned face, slave aaron closed his eyes, his nervous bladder not finding it any easier with her staring at him.
Master's patient but firm voice interceded. "little one, open your eyes. Look at your daughter and obey her."
"Yes, Master," came slave aaron's strained reply.
Sandy realised her father was struggling to pee in front of her, even though toilet doors never stayed more closed or off limits than bathroom doors in their house. She had seen her father peeing - from behind - regularly, even if not seeing his penis. Frowning in thought, Sandy suddenly barked out "Pee, now!" at her father.
Finally slave aaron began to pee. The cage around his cock caused the strong yellow stream to spray wildly, and Sandy found she couldn't take her eyes off her father's erupting cock. She felt Master Nathan and her mom watching her as she stared at her urinating father. She wasn't sure why, but knowing they were watching, she felt the urge to try something. "Stop!" she practically yelled. Her father, with some great difficulty, stopped his stream and looked up at his daughter, clearly embarrassed and desperate to continue. Master smiled from ear to ear.
"Pee." Sandy ordered, and her father started to pee again. "Stop!" And he stopped. "Pee!" Sandy giggled at the insane situation she was in, and the power she suddenly felt she had over her father's most basic bodily function.
A hand rested on Sandy's shoulder. "With great power comes great responsibility."
The quote was lost on Sandy.
With great relief, slave aaron finished peeing over his neatly manicured lawn, for not the first time in his once mundane life. Whilst the yard was secluded, he had wondered on many occasions over the past months what the neighbors may have heard, and wondered. And he knew it was always possible someone could look over the fence if they wanted to badly enough. The compromising situations he had found himself in since submitting to Master seldom felt as intense as in his own back yard.
"Good boy. Ok little one - clean the puppy." Master instructed Sandy's father. For a moment he hesitated, his beet red face at having just peed in front of his daughter not sure whether he could now perform this last step, even if he had done it for Master many times. But knowing better however than to resist, he crawled over to his wife, and started to lick the salty tang of his wife's pee-wet pussy lips, licking up the droplets that had remained after his wife had relieved herself. Knowing that Sandy was watching him made his cock ache inside his cage as he moved on to licking his wife's thighs, too, making sure she was clean.
Master studied the expression on Sandy's face. She had seemed quite excited before, but was clearly unsure about watching her father licking up her mother's pee. He turned to the clean slave maryanne. "Clean the puppy," he simply commanded, and without hesitation Sandy's mom began the same process, however her job was a little impeded by the metal cage around her husband's cock. Licking at it first, her face pressed under his belly, the scene still clearly confused their teen daughter, however also caused her a little mirth watching her mother now having to clean her dad up.
"Urine is sterile, Sandy." Master explained. "As long as the person peeing is healthy, and the pee is consumed before anything can breed in the open air, it is completely safe. I am not asking your parents to do anything dangerous."
Sandy glanced around the yard. "So long as the neighbors don't see..." she said, even knowing it would take a neighbor to be peering over the tall fence to see them.
Master grinned. "Well, nothing has happened so far, and we've played quite a few games out here." They watched as slave maryanne licked and licked at her husbands caged penis, and down his legs, using her tongue to mop up the mess of pee that he had made pissing out of his cage.
Once the puppies had cleaned each other, Master Nathan stepped over and gave slave aaron a pat on his side. "Good boy. Good boy!" He reached under the slave and gave his caged cock a little rub, which Sandy saw immediately made her father's back arch. Still holding her father's leash, Sandy stepped back a little watching the male - male interaction. She could see Master's thumb was rubbing over the tip of the cage, clearly causing a strong reaction in her father.
Almost as if she was a jealous puppy, slave maryanne pressed her face into Master's other hand. He chuckled, and redirected his attention to her. "And you were a good girl too, weren't you, slut!" He gave her a pat too, and then reached under and Sandy watched as he pinched one of her nipples, immediately eliciting a gasping moan from her mother. Bringing his hand back up, he firmly ran his hand down the slave's back, repeating what a good girl she was.
His hand rested on her ass, enjoying a little grope before he let a finger slide between her pussy lips and momentarily teased her clit. Although her husband had just licked up her pee, her pussy was wet from her pussy juices. Sandy stood awkwardly watching as she was reminded that this man seemed to have complete control over her parents. And that seemed to make them both horny as all hell.
"Now, did you mention a farmers market, slut? Let's go check that out."
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Chapter Eight
Master, Mistress, and their two slaves all disappeared into the Master bedroom to get ready to go to the market. Sandy wandered into her room, her head spinning a little from what she had just taken part in, and Steven hurried into his own room, too. There were no locks on the doors inside the house except the main bathroom, but at that moment Steven dearly wished there was one on his bedroom door. His cock was tenting his boxers, and there was a visible wet patch where his cock head was pressing outward.
Whilst Master had been giving Sandy a lesson in open-air urination with their parents, Mistress Erin had wanted to know all about how he had fared sleeping in his sister's bed with her. When he initially said that simply nothing had happened, Mistress's hand, which was firmly pressed against his loosely covered cock, squeezed. Gently. But pointedly. Steven did not have a great amount of experience with women, but he knew this type of behavior from an older woman, a friend of his parents - would normally very much not be "okay". This wasn't how a woman should treat a friend's teenage son. But this wasn't a normal friend, this woman owned his parents, and he was very much starting to see why.
"Remember, Steven. It's just common courtesy to be honest." Her fingers teased his cock, making it incredibly hard for him to think.
Nonetheless he recounted how he and Sandy had talked about what they had seen, but soon found himself confessing that Sandy had admitted she had been "excited", at least until Master had involved their dad. All the while they could see out the window as Master guided Sandy with slave aaron and slave maryanne. Mistress' fingers concentrated around the head of Steven's cock, feeling his foreskin sliding back and forth over his crown, making him quiver slightly at such intense intimate sensations in such unusual circumstances.
"Did you hear anything during the night, Steven?" Mistress wasn't asking him.
"I'd been dreaming, a nice dream... and..."
"Was it about your mom?"
Steven's blush spoke for him.
"Don't be ashamed. Most men dream about their mothers at some point. And they don't all get to see their mother naked and leaking cum from their cunt."
His cheeks flushed more intensely.
"I could hear her. Moaning. Master must have been..."
Mistress gave Steven a smile that almost took his breath. "Maybe. Or maybe it was me with my strap-on. It's bigger than Master." She chuckled at his wide eyes. "Go on." Her hand continued very carefully teasing his young cock.
"Then I noticed it... the bed... it was shaking. Just a little. And I heard her. Sandy was breathing really - ragged. I knew what she was doing and I just couldn't help it. I was so hard. Hearing her, feeling the bed, knowing the movements were from her touching herself..."
"Touching - what?"
Steven's cock was pulsing under Mistress' hand, but she suddenly moved her hand away.
"What?" Steven whimpered in confusion.
"Tell me what it was that she was touching." Mistress wanted to hear him say it.
"This is so wrong..." Steven tried to be the good big brother.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked with a lilt in her voice. "Talk about the weather instead? Or - continue?" Her hand closed back round his cock through the boxers and invisibly slid his foreskin over his sensitive head.
"Her pussy. She was touching her pussy." Steven gave up his sister.
"Cunt, Steven. You're not a child. Say cunt."
"Sandy was - fingering her cunt," he said, remembering vividly the moment in the darkness.
Mistress gave him another smile. "And could you smell her horny cunt, Steven?"
"Yes... she must have been really excited... and mom was getting louder too. I was trying not to move, I didn't want her to know I was awake, was trying to be a good big brother, like you said."
"Mmm, good big brother," Mistress cooed in his ear as her hand stroked his cock. "And did Sandy cum? Did she have an orgasm right there in the bed next to you as you both listened to your mommy being a dirty lil slut?"
'Yes... mom came first... she was pretty loud, and then I heard Sandy, she gasped, I felt the bed as her body shook, and..."
"Yes, Steven?"
"I swear all I did was put my hand on my boxers. I came, really hard. I scared her I think cos she went really quiet and stopped moving."
"You didn't say anything?"
"No," Steven admitted.
"You didn't try to touch her?"
"No," he said firmly. "She's my sister."
Mistress Erin saw that Master was leading the others back inside.
"So? So what if she's your sister? You just admitted you had a wet dream about your mother. You still grew hard as a rock checking out her cummy cunt last night... and you were hard again looking at her naked body this morning..."
The teen looked into the older lady's eyes, knowing it was all true.
"Good boy," she purred at him. "Good big brother."
Mistress Erin's hand left Steven's cock, but then he felt one finger rub slowly over the big wet spot where his cock was pressed against the fabric of his boxers. She lifted her finger in front of his eyes - there was a large droplet of pre-cum on her finger. With a grin she wiped it onto her tongue, before getting up from the table and crossing to the door. As Master Nathan entered, she greeted her husband with a lingering kiss, and Steven saw Master's eyes burn in his direction as he tasted the salty pre-cum tang on his wife's tongue, a broad smile creeping over his face as he realised what it was.
Steven finished pumping his cock, unloading into a small towel that he kept under his bed as he thought of Mistress Erin's hand teasing him, before he quickly got ready to go to the farmer's market.
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Sandy was already ready, sitting on her bed in a knee length skirt and tight t-shirt that clung rather nicely to her small b-cup breasts. She had decided against the need to wear something conservative like she had done the night before, but still felt a little unsure if she was ready to leave the sanctity of her bedroom, even though she now found herself thinking of her brother laying there where she now sat, his cock erupting into the night. She couldn't believe she had just witnessed her parents naked and peeing in their garden, and then licking each other clean afterwards! As they had walked back inside, Master pointed out to the young woman that her mother's pussy was wet, and it wasn't from the pee that her dad had just licked up. Her mom had become aroused from obeying Master, even at completing such a nasty act, and performed in front of her own daughter.
She wondered what was going on in the bedroom on the other side of the wall. Was Master enjoying a quickie with her mom - or dad? No - she was sure she would be hearing something if that was the case. She noticed as they went to 'get ready' that the bedroom door was shut behind them. Even as she now knew her dad had been hiding his cock cage from her and Steven for 9 months, her parents bedroom door tended to stay at least a little bit open.
When she heard their door open, she slowly drifted out of her room, too. Her mother was wearing a bright yellow sundress with some low heeled sandals, but there was something unusual about her. Sandy could clearly see her mother's nipples pressing against the dress... and her breasts seemed to be much perkier than she had ever seen them, even in her best bras. Her father was wearing a similar shade of yellow in a pair of shorts that Sandy had not seen him wear before. It wasn't in his normal colour range, she noted. Also they were very very short. And... as he turned... she saw something pink sticking out the top.
"Dad, are you wearing - panties?" the teen blurted out. Her father's face confirmed her suspicion. Steven, who was lingering in the kitchen, took his eyes off his mother's breasts to look at his father after hearing the question. The slave tried to pull his tshirt down, but it was purposefully short.
"Come on children," Master ordered, and they headed out to the car, where slave aaron popped up the two rear seats so everyone could fit, and in so doing also afforded everyone a better glimpse of the top of his pink panties as he bent forward into the car.
As they drove, with Mistress in front with slave aaron, Master and slave maryanne in the middle, and the kids in the back, they heard Master asking if the ropes weren't too tight. They saw their mother - and Master Nathan - peer down the front of her dress at her breasts. The kids exchanged glances as they determined the reason for their mother's extra pert breasts must be the result of ropes?
When they arrived at the market, the starkest change for Steven and Sandy as they began to wander around was seeing their mom walking hand in hand with Master Nathan, as if they were a happily married couple. A few times Sandy saw Master put his hand on her mother's ass, and each time the teen then glanced around in case anyone they knew might bear witness to such a scene. What if someone saw her mother holding hands and being groped by this older man who was not her dad? Come to that, what if someone saw her dad with another woman other than her mom as Mistress Erin was equally taking joy in teasing her father? They were only twenty minutes from their home after all! But the quite casual appearance that her parents were portraying walking around with their 'owners' left Sandy with no doubt that this public exposure was a regular occurrence for them. She wondered in fact whether they had already been seen by one of their friends or family, and if so, what excuse would propose if they had?
After about half an hour of wandering the market, Master Nathan whispered something to slave maryanne, who in turn asked Sandy to go with her to the toilets. The market was on the edge of town, and had a very basic toilet block. The two woman disappeared inside. Sandy thought she was simply having a pee break with her mom, but when she emerged from her not terribly clean cubicle, her mother called out to her from her own stall. Whilst Sandy was carrying a small Wednesday Adams' themed backpack, her mother was not carrying anything with her. Opening her door slightly, slave maryanne handed her daughter a length of velvety red rope and asked her to put it in her backpack. "Mom!" Sandy gasped, as her mother was standing there with her breasts fully exposed. One of them was still bound with a similar length of rope, wrapped around the base of her breast, making her flesh bulge out from her body. The skin also had a very obvious purple hue. The other breast, now released, appeared how Sandy would have expected of her mother's natural "mom boobs", except for the a red hue as the blood began to properly recirculate through it.
Sandy moved herself to block anyone from seeing her half naked mother, although no one was in sight. "What did he do to you?" she asked in shock.
Her mom grinned at her. "It's alright sweetie - he just tied my boobs. It makes them look so sexy, and feel sexy too... but after a while - " she made a face and rubbed her freed breast. "Tingly!" Sandy watched as her mother released her second breast from its rope, and before her eyes saw the flesh similarly turn from purple to red as blood filled the tissue again. Her slave mother handed Sandy the second rope, and gave her breast a rub again before pulling her dress back up. Sandy saw a real gleam of excitement in her mother's eyes, subconsciously expressing to her daughter how she felt being a slave to Master Nathan. "Oh hang on - I actually need to pee, too!" she laughed and turned away from Sandy, hiking up her dress. As she bent to lift the toilet seat, Sandy saw a shiny object gleaming from between her mother's butt cheeks.
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After leaving the toilets, the slave and daughter eventually found the others sitting at a table with a variety of fresh berries, hot chips and smoothies. When slave maryanne sat next to Master he slipped his fingers into her hair, kissing her passionately right in front of everyone. Sandy heard him asking if her mother was okay, before he discretely let his hand run down her stomach, and rest on her lap. Her mother's legs parted just enough that she was sure his hand must be rubbing the top of her pussy.
"That always makes me so wet, Master. Thank-you," slave maryanne whispered loud enough for Sandy to hear.
The teen looked at her twin brother to check if he was seeing any of this, but he seemed to be staring at Mistress Erin instead.
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After they were finished walking the stalls of the market, they returned to the car. The kids climbed in first to their seats, then Master Nathan helped slave maryanne to her seat.
"Bare bum on the seat," Master commanded. Glancing momentarily around the carpark from inside the car, slave maryanne hiked up her dress to her waist before she sat on the leather seat. From their position in the back, the twins couldn't see what was happening, but were very much aware that something was happening. Sandy pulled the two red ropes from her backpack, and leaning forward, dropped them into Master Nathan's lap.
"I believe these are yours," she said, as she took the opportunity to peer down and see that Master Nathan had his hand cupping her mother's pubic mound. Sandy saw his fingers moving, the middle one seemingly right over her clit. He was making her move her hips to rub herself on his finger, her wet pussy also sliding on the cool leather. For the entire drive, including whilst stopped at every traffic light regardless of who may be peering into the car, her mother teased herself on his finger, his one finger.
Sandy sat and stared at her mother silently as she humped herself on her Master's finger right there in from of her as they drove home, clearly very sexually excited as her scent started to fill the car. Sandy began to fully understand the power that Master had over her mother; the reason she was so willing to give herself to this man's whims as he smiled happily at her obedience.
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As soon as they stepped inside the house, the married slaves put down the things they were carrying and went to disrobe. Master Nathan stopped them. "No, not right now, slut, little one. Keep your clothes on." The instruction left the slaves confused.
"Sandy, Steven, how about we all play a little game..."
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Chapter Nine
Sandy chewed on her lip.
Laying on her bed in the master bedroom, still in her yellow dress, slave maryanne was laying still as Master Nathan slowly secured her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed using thick leather cuffs and metal chains. He explained to the teens how the cuffs whilst very strong, were also quite comfortable. The chains disappeared underneath the corners, and Sandy noted they were already in place when Master Nathan had lead them into the bedroom. Steven also appeared to be rather uncomfortable, watching on as his mother was restrained. Seeing her laying there on her bed, with Master hovering over gave his mind an image to put to the sounds he had heard the night before.
The 'game' that Master had suggested sounded almost innocent, and yet potentially completely wicked. It was a game of both sensory deprivation, and sensory stimulation. The 'victim' - err no - 'player' would be tied to the bed so they could not move, then have both a blindfold over their eyes, and headphones playing music over their ears, so they could not move, nor see, and only hear what sound was coming from the headphones. The others would then touch the player for 5 minutes - drawing a feather over their skin, tickling their feet, whatever they wished until the time was up, or the person surrendered.
Master Nathan promised there would be no touching of "private areas" - the game wasn't about being sexual, it was just a game of sensations. Compared to having taken her father "walkies" in the nude so he could pee in the back yard, it didn't seem anywhere near as confronting, and indeed in theory it sounded like it could be fun. But standing there watching her mother being placed into a position of complete submission, seeing how comfortable her mother was with what Master was doing to her, she knew this was a position that Master had put her mother in many times over the past year, for purposes well beyond "sensory stimulation".
Once slave maryanne was secured, Master placed the headphones over her ears, and then rested the blindfold on her forehead so she could still see for the moment. Producing his mobile phone, Master set the timer to 5 minutes. Making sure everyone saw it, including showing it to slave maryanne, he then slid the blindfold over her eyes, and started the timer. Sandy and Steven watched as first Master Nathan, and then Mistress Erin began to lightly trail their fingers over slave maryanne's body. They moved up and down slowly, literally from her head to her toes, before Master called slave aaron to join in as well, so now 6 hands were gently caressing and teasing over their mother's body before them. They could see the look on her face, her lips curled in a smile, sometimes little girlish giggles slipping out depending who was touching where.
Master produced several feathers from the side-table and they started lightly brushing them over slave maryanne's exposed skin, even over her clothed flesh with a little more pressure to tickle there, too. Down at her feet, slave aaron started to tickle her toes relentlessly, making slave maryanne's toes curl and flex, her body writhing in her bonds as she laughed out loud, startling the teens a little, but also making them both smile at the sound. Seeing their reaction, Master moved off the bed and beckoned to Steven to take his place. Feeling his cheeks flush, Steven gently knelt on the bed next to his restrained mother. Master spoke to him quietly, suggesting how to touch his mother, as Mistress Erin similarly moved aside and called quietly to Sandy.
Relenting on his attack on his wife's toes, slave aaron watched on as his two kids awkwardly at first started to touch their mother's bound body. Master's slutty slave could tell immediately the difference despite not being able to see or hear anything, her face relaxing without her toes being tickled, and soft little encouraging moans slipping from her throat. The slave knew full well that her nipples were incredibly hard, pressing up against her dress with no bra to interfere. She also knew that any time Master tied her body, ever since the very first time all those months ago, her pussy automatically started to leak. As much as the sensations she had been feeling were not explicitly sexual in nature, her pussy didn't seem to tell the difference as she had constantly felt her juices brewing and leaking, wondering just how wet the back of her dress would look when she was finally untied, especially now as she knew her children were the ones touching her aroused body.
The timer buzzed, making everyone except slave maryanne jump and then laugh at their own surprise. Master turned the timer off, silenced the headphones, and eased the blindfold off his slave's head. As slave maryanne slowly sat up, getting used to the light, she smiled either side to at her kids, blushing as she felt the fabric of her dress graze over her nipples, and the wet patch under her rear.
Master was smiling at his wonderful slave mother. He leant forward and kissed her first on the forehead, and then tilted her face by the chin to give her a quick kiss on her lips. It was a moment that wasn't lost on Sandy, who still more than anything felt a surrealism at watching her mother kiss another man, and this felt like the most intimate kiss she had seen them share yet, even if not the most sexual. Master Nathan and Mistress Erin removed the cuffs from slave maryanne's wrists and ankles, and Master Nathan surprised everyone when he scooped his slave up in his arms and helped her to her feet. As her put her down, she wondered whether her kids could see the wet spot on her dress, but neither seemed to notice.
Master called slave aaron to take her place, and this time he showed Steven how to secure his father's wrist and ankle, as Mistress Erin showed Sandy how to do the other side. Once his slave was secured, deaf to the world, and blind, Master Nathan started the timer. Knowing what to do this time, though again a little apprehensive at first, Sandy and Steven began lightly touching their father's arms and legs. In the position he was in, slave aaron's cock cage was rather obvious in his tight shorts, and as his children teased him, despite the cage restricting his ability to get a full erection, the cage was still clearly straining against his shorts, lifting them enough that they could see some more of his pink panties.
When the feathers were broken out, slave aaron descended quickly into a giggling mess, and was soon pleading for them to stop, before he begged surrender without the timer having even sounded. As soon as his slave had conceded, Master told everyone to stop touching, and rested his hand firmly on slave aaron's chest, letting him know he was 'safe'. Master released their father from his bonds, and - after a similar double kiss on forehead and lips - similarly lifted his slave in his arms out of the prime position on the bed.
Sandy and Steven stared at each other as they realised that one of them would be next. Not missing the tension between the two siblings, Master addressed them both.
"I can see that you are both nervous, and that is okay. This is something you have not done before, and it's something that involves a lot of trust, and you have only known Erin and I for barely a day. So, if you both agree to have a turn - I promise that Erin and I will only be watching. We will not touch either of you."
As Sandy listened to Master Nathan's commitment that he and Mistress Erin would not be touching them, she wasn't sure if she felt relief, or disappointment.
"Now, Steven - would you like to have a turn? Do you consent to being tied to the bed and being touched by my slaves and your sister?"
Steven nodded his head, but Master Nathan was not satisfied. "I need you to say it. To say that you consent."
Steven again nodded his head, and added, "I consent."
Master Nathan motioned for him to lay on the bed, and then slave maryanne and slave aaron, with cautious smiles on their faces, began securing him to the bed one limb at a time. Without touching, Master Nathan checked over the bonds before slave maryanne added the headphones, and then finally the blindfold. Master Nathan made a show of starting the timer, and then encouraged the three family members to begin to touch and tickle and tease Steven's body, making him writhe and giggle and occasionally loose a long soft moan.
With the blindfold and headphones on, every touch made Steven's body tingle. At first he could tell whose fingers were whose, but as the time went on he found himself losing track, as he felt the bed shuffling around him, no longer certain of who was where. The touches only had to go remotely close to his groin for them to seem to travel straight to his penis; he couldn't tell whether it was the knowledge of what had happened in the bed the night before, or just the knowledge of who these people were that now had him tied and helpless, but despite the promise of the experience not being sexual, it was driving him crazy, and he knew he was sporting a huge erection without needing to see it. He could even feel something growing in the pit of his stomach, something primal, causing his hips to roll on their own.
Sandy initially felt very self conscious touching her brother in this rather unusual situation. Even though the twins were usually quite comfortable with each other, this felt different. She watched as her parents fluttered their hands over their son's body, and then as his pants began to stir. As she joined in, she watched quite entranced as his erection grew before her eyes, knowing that at least in some part it was her own hands that were causing this reaction in her brother. She again found herself remembering what had happened during the night, and then seeing her brother's hard cock that morning poking out of his boxers. She almost imagined she could see it now even through his clothes. Despite the supposed innocent game, Sandy was starting to feel very excited, her nipples pushing against her bra, her breathing a little faster as she knew her actions were exciting Steven.
As the timer was drawing to a close, standing behind Sandy, Master caught slave maryanne's eye and pointed to her son's erection. Discretely acknowledging her owner, the slave let her fingers tease the crease of her son's hip, which had been exposed as he had wriggled, and both Master and Mistress smiled seeing the teen's hips responding to the stimulation. His mother let her fingers travel along the inside of his thigh, the slight tension pulling at the tented fabric over his penis, producing more timid moans from the boy.
As the timer for her brother rang out, Sandy suddenly felt the world crash in on her, knowing it was her turn next. She regretted her decision to wear a skirt, her mind picturing how much of a show everyone may receive with her secured spread eagle on the bed. She began to doubt whether she could allow herself to be bound. She watched as Steven blinked at the lights as his blindfold was removed, and he hurriedly adjusted his pants, blushing pink as he quickly wriggled off of the bed, not waiting to see if Master would try to kiss him and pick him up off the bed like he had with his parents.
Master turned to Sandy, patted the bed, and invited her to lay down - if that was, she wanted to have a turn. Everyone's eyes were on her.
"Why don't you have a turn?" She tried to deflect.
Smiling, Master said, "Perhaps another time. But, now it's your turn - if you wish to consent to the game, that is?"
Sandy chewed her lip, glancing at everyone’s expectant faces, before climbing onto the bed. Turning her head, she saw her mother and brother to her left, father on the right with Mistress Erin sitting casually at the end of the bed, and Master Nathan standing behind her father.
"Do you consent to the rules of the game, Sandy?" Master Nathan asked her.
"Yes," came Sandy's hesitant reply. Her parents both took a hand each, ready to apply the leather cuffs, but Sandy suddenly pulled her hands to her chest. She turned to Master Nathan. “Should I have a… safe word?” The teen asked the Master.
The question spoke volumes to everyone in the room, even Steven. For Sandy to be asking about a safe word, she had clearly made herself aware of the Domination/submission world. Master Nathan shuffled slave aaron aside and sat next to Sandy, staring kindly into her eyes.
“Your safe word is ‘I surrender’, just like your dad used. And when he said it, what happened?”
Sandy stared at Master Nathan, knowing she was getting a mini lecture. “You told us all to stop touching him.”
“Yes. The little one surrendered, and we respected that and stopped touching him." Master tilted his head. "You don’t have to do this, Sandy. No one will think any less of you for saying no. It’s just a game, just something fun to do with people you trust. Erin and I will only be watching because that’s what you have consented to.”
Sandy nodded her head, and then gave her parents and brother a shy smile, and laid down on the bed, offering up her hands. Master moved and let slave aaron back in to secure her wrist as her mother secured the other. Sandy jumped a little as she felt her brother lift her left leg and tie the ankle cuff into place before slave aaron moved down to take her other leg and cuff it also. She peered down at her father, finding his eyes as he gave her a comforting smile. As he secured her leg to the corner of the bed, she felt her face flush as she realised from his angle, he would have a great view of her panties. At the end of the bed, Mistress Erin grinned at her - her view was even better.
Her mother lifted her head to slip the blindfold on, still leaving her eyes uncovered for the moment, before adding the headphones over her ears. As soon as they were on her head, her connection to the room started to become disconnected as the noise cancelling feature made the ambient noises fade. Sandy's eyes flittered about the room and she saw Master looking down at her. He was saying something as he moved his hand slowly downwards through the air. "Breathe." She realised she was taking shallow rapid breaths, and tried to calm herself down, offering back a weak smile of acknowledgement.
Master held up his phone for Sandy to see the timer set to 5 minutes. He pressed the start button and Sandy saw the time start to count down. Her mother slipped the padded blindfold down over her eyes, completely obscuring her view, leaving her in total darkness. At the same time the headphones began to play music in her ears, filling her mind with sound.
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I feel down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
Master placed his phone face down on the bedside table. Unseen, the timer read 4 min 55 seconds. It was not counting down.
Sandy's slave parents, and her brother all began touching her body, light sensitive touches up and down her arms and legs. Over her hips and sides, her neck and torso. She jumped and trembled at the intense sensations - sensations that were amplified as the teen girl who had only ever gone as far as making out a couple of times, was now cuffed to a bed and being touched by her own family in a supposedly non erotic and yet still very erotic way. Her young body moved on its own in response to the stimulation from all sides, as the music in her ears filled her with other thoughts.
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
None of the others before her had mentioned the soundtracks that had played for them. Sandy struggled to control her breathing as her body tingled intensely. Her nipples ached and she knew Mistress Erin must be able to see the wetness on her panties as her pussy felt like it was buzzing. As the feathers were brought out and began to tickle over her body, the sensations were heightened further, although they also made her laugh and giggle as they tickled her flesh.
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
Sandy's breathing was getting more and more ragged, her arousal more and more obvious as slave maryanne, slave aaron and Steven were directed by Master Nathan to stop using the feathers and go back to using their hands on her young nubile body. Touching her non-erotic places and yet making her body react as if they were. The music enhancing her condition, the bonds restraining her, holding her still for them to continue to caress her body, her skirt riding up higher, better exposing her wetness to everyone present. She didn't notice as the song looped back and started afresh, and the gentle assault on her body continued longer than any of the others as the timer never reached its end.
I touch myself (I don't want)
I touch myself (Anybody else)
I touch myself (When I think about you)
I honestly do
I touch myself
I touch myself
I touch myself
As Sandy's body writhed on the bed, pulling at the restraints, her panties soaked and her mind screaming in confusion and pleasure. The music suddenly decreased, but didn't stop. Her blindfold didn't move, but the headphone on her right ear was lifted. She heard Master's voice.
"Do you remember what I said to you, Sandy?" his voice was calm and smooth. The hands on her body hadn't stopped. "Do you remember what I can do with just one finger?" Sandy felt as though she were floating on a sea of hands, naked and exposed despite knowing she was clothed. The voice in her ear sounded luring, teasing. "Just one finger, for one minute, Sandy. Do you consent to Master using one finger on your body, for one minute?" Her mind raced back to the conversation about him spanking her mother - her mother's pussy - and making her orgasm. His boast of being able to make her cum with just one finger, for just one minute...
"Yes," came her gasping reply.
"Tell me that you consent, Sandy. You have to tell me that you consent. Tell me Sandy. Say the words."
"I consent..." she whimpered. Then, louder - "I consent!"
The headphones were gently released back onto her ear, the music ramped back up, and the hands all left her body. She felt the bed moving around her, and then she felt it. One long strong finger ran firmly down down her needy wet panty clad pussy, rubbing firmly over her clit and then pressing the material between her soaked labia as it moved. Sandy's body trembled, her ankles pulling at their bonds, her hands clenching above her head. She felt so completely exposed as if she really was naked in front of this man, this Master. His finger moved slowly back up til he found her swollen clit, and then using her own wetness he rapidly rubbed the pad of his finger back and forth over her horny love bud. She felt nothing else but that one finger, rubbing frantically and relentlessly, her body responding immediately and intensely!
She couldn't hear the moans she was making, but everyone else in the room watched and listened as Sandy whimpered and moaned, writhed and twisted, her hips rising up off the bed to press herself even harder against Master's one single finger as he pleasured her body until all of the teasing and the stimulation and cacophony of emotions reached a crescendo, bursting like a dam as her panties flooded with the first orgasm she had ever received from another person! Her body was tensing and shaking, her moans even louder than ever as the intensity of the orgasm seemed to continue to rise, longer than she had ever felt when pleasuring her body herself. Master's finger slowed its pace but continued to rub her clit, following her movements, not letting up. Still her body writhed, everyone in the room now smelling her strong sexual scent as her juices dripped through her panties, down her thighs and ass.
As Sandy's mind started to scream at her that the pleasure was becoming too much to bear, and she tried desperately to remember what it was she was meant to say to make it all stop, the finger finally came to a rest, and she fell back onto the bed, her body totally spent, her arms and legs limp, just the sound of her breathing filling the room.
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