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Some might say she was born for it. \n\nA sequel to [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2881114]Collared By Family[/url] commissioned by Katsmilodon. You can more stories like this and more over on my [url=https://www.patreon.com/Ralanrwrites]Patreon[/url] and/or [url=https://subscribestar.adult/ralanr]Subscribestar[/url]. You can get stories early and discounts on commissions.\n\nEnjoy!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Slave life didn't take much adjustment for Kat. Some might say she was born for it.

A sequel to Collared By Family commissioned by Katsmilodon. You can more stories like this and more over on my Patreon and/or Subscribestar. You can get stories early and discounts on commissions.

Enjoy!", "writing": "Being a slave to her parents was an adjustment. \n\n\nWhen Kat moved in she’d spent all her time in her old room, wasting away with burnout after trying to find work. Now that room was barren of anything to do with her. Her furniture was put into storage. Her clothes were donated to charity. Aster, her father and master, was considering hiring people to help convert it into a dungeon-like playroom. Rose teased him that a dungeon isn’t one unless it’s in the basement. Kat was too busy being trampled that day to comment.\n\n\nNow instead of lounging over a private bed, she huddled in a cage at the foot of her parents' bed. Instead of clothes, she wore a leather collar, one too thick to be mistaken as some fashionable choker. She spent every night curled up near her owners, ears twitching and the randy nature of the older couple. Her parents were never shy about their passion before, but something about enslaving their own daughter multiplied it. \n\n\nKat said she didn’t mind it, not that a slave’s opinion mattered. In truth, her issue was that her owners forbade her from touching herself without their consent. There was enough trust to avoid a chastity belt, but every night she spent listening to their moans was pure agony. The heat between her legs demanded recompense at every gasp or bed-creaking movement her parents made when not using her. She dared not answer the call, knowing not to break the trust provided to her.\n\n\nIf anything, they encouraged misbehavior. \n\n\nHer cage had no lock and her hands were not covered in bondage mittens. Kat could leave the thin black metal bars behind her at any time. She stayed put thanks to loyalty and duty. \n\n\nThe first-morning sunlight that pierced the curtains brushed her eyes. Slowly she roused, silently yawning and stretching with what room the large cage provided. Needing more, Kat quietly slipped out and stood tall, letting her muscles ease up as she stood like a person.\n\n\nAs a slave, her duties were to make the lives of her owners easier. Her initial responsibilities were to get up, prepare breakfast and lunches for her parents' day at work in the kennel, and then service them if they wished. She snuck out earlier that night to make their midday meals, and the priority of breakfast took a backseat when she noted the tent on her father’s side of the blanket. His morning wood. \n\n\nShe could use breakfast first. \n\n\nSneaking under the covers of her dilf of a master, Kat was met with the first wave of morning musk. His heavy masculine scent hooked her nostrils, leading her to the standing shaft holding the blanket up. Licking her lips to wet her maw, she dragged her tongue over his matted sack and then his pink shaft. The salty taste of morning sweat built up from a night of sleeping was like an aphrodisiac to her. Even before she’s taken their collar Kat felt the urge to flick the bean at her father’s odor. \n\n\nHis cock tasted right in her mouth. A delicious pop to suckle on as she inched down, bobbing her head up as she went. She refrained from pumping the shaft, tempted to lengthen his pleasure rather than finish him quickly. \n\n\nHer father stirred. A soft murr echoed above. Delicate hands reached behind her scalp to guide her along. The whisper nearly made her stop.\n\n\n“Such a frisky girl,” her mother chastised. With a finger looped around her collar, she pulled her slave-daughter up from beneath the covers. Even in the darkness Kat could tell her mother was staring, smiling with satisfaction that she made the right call. \n\n\nShe couldn’t agree more.\n\n\n“Did you prepare breakfast?” she asked. \n\n\n“No, mistress.”\n\n\n“Oh, how naughty of you.” Her mother grabbed her snout. “Did the sight of my husband’s cock turn your brain to mush?” \n\n\nKat nodded in her grasp. Rose snickered underneath the sound of her husband's snore. “I get it. A few decades of marriage and it's still my favorite cock. But a slave has duties, little missy, so I’ll need to punish you for skipping them later. For now, well, let’s finish what you started.”\n\n\nBy her mistress’s direction, she returned to her master’s cock. Both women slathered it with love and lust, their tongues dancing in a tango with the shaft between them. Rose occasionally embraced her daughter’s lips, slipping her tongue deep to conquer the surrendering slave. \n\n\nWhen Aster stirred to awake Rose pushed her daughter’s face to the bottom of his shaft, shifting her focus to sheer worship of his cock and balls over pleasuring them. The duty of making him cum fell onto the mistress this morning, eager to make her husband smile as his two favorite women woke him up the way every man wished.\n\n\nHis hips bucked with a sudden cry. Envy crawled up Kat’s spine when she felt his cock surge. Her mother took the load, greedily suckling it all as Aster smiled down to them. \n\n\n“And good morning to you both,” he said, his saliva-drenched cock wilting in the morning light. \n\n\nRose kissed her daughter again, forcing the salty seed down her maw. “There,” she said, wiping her lips, “Now go prepare breakfast like a good slave. And don’t think you’re escaping punishment.”\n\n\n“Punishment? Rose, honey, she’s showing initiative. Why punish her for that?”\n\n\nRose rolled her eyes, “Even with a collar around her neck you insist on being the soft parent. Rules are rules, dear. What example would we set if our slave didn’t follow them?”\n\n\nThe older smilodon shrugged, “As if the kennel will find out. And if they did, who cares? We’re not being professional here.”\n\n\nHer mother’s glare shut Aster’s trap. From how her mother swayed her hips when she went to the bathroom, Kat gathered she wasn’t done. Aster nudged his head in the door’s direction, “I’ll keep her busy so don’t rush yourself. With any luck, we’ll need to get to work before she can punish ya and she might forget by tonight.”\n\n\nOf her parents, her father’s breakfast was the easiest to prepare. While her mother preferred fresh oatmeal with an added assortment of blueberries and bananas that took half an hour to prepare, all her father requested was a breakfast shake. The Mastershake specifically, something he’d begun drinking not long after the two officially enslaved their daughter. His breakfast altered his cum enough so that it could provide all the nutrients she needed without any change in the flavor. Aster complained the shake was closer to true chocolate with how bitter it was, but he’d guzzle it down, all the same, to keep his slave fed in their favorite act.\n\n\nHaving left the bedroom door open, Kat heard her owners enjoy themselves before seriously getting out of bed. They went to sleep early enough to afford a little over an hour of fun before work. With Kat taking up the duties of cooking the old smilodons took to their newfound spare time like passionate lovers. \n\n\nHer father arrived before the oatmeal was done with a satisfied smile. “Your mother is still busy freshening up. She’ll be a few minutes.” He shook the bottle three times before popping the cap, expression turning sour before guzzling it down. “Don’t suppose you’re still hungry after that morning snowball?”\n\n\n“Only if you desire it, master.” Kat made no illusion of her desire with her voice, swaying her bare bottom as she cooked.\n\n\n“You know you can still call me Dad.”\n\n\n“Mistress says I should use proper honorifics. You wouldn’t want to undermine her, would you?”\n\n\nHe sighed, scratching the scruff of the mane covering his shirt collar. “She can’t help but be the strict one, then complains to me about it when it doesn’t work out.” After a moment of thinking where he pulled at his mane, Aster smiled, “You’re not asking to get punished more often, are you?”\n\n\nWith a blush, she snickered. “Mistress prefers her firm hand. Who am I to deny that?” \n\n\n“A subtle brat,” Aster said, resting his hands on her shoulders. “You take after me,” the smilodon added with a soft purr. \n\n\nKat brushed against her master’s khakis, eager to feel his tenting erection. He reached around, cupping her breasts with his thumb running circles over her tight nipples. The oatmeal bubbled underneath as father and daughter shared a kiss. The bitter chocolate on his tongue was nothing but another reminder of what he was to her. \n\n\nHer master.\n\n\nThey didn’t stop despite the echo of her mother’s heels down the hallway, nor when she entered the room until she cleared her throat. “Dear, don’t tire yourself out before work. You can’t delegate everything to someone else.” \n\n\n“I don’t delegate that much,” he argued, not letting go of Kat’s tits. Thick fingers pulled, rubbed, and twisted whilst she cooked. She stifled her response through bit lips, knowing better than to interrupt their conversation with petty concerns. “Sure I’ve been stuck with paperwork, but I’m still active on the floor.”\n\n\n“Then why am I stuck with Number 13 today? Last I checked he was your responsibility.”\n\n\n“I figured he needed a stricter touch.” \n\n\nHer mistress rolled her eyes and accepted a fresh mug of coffee from Kat. Despite their line of work, the two dressed closer to business casual. Her master’s light blue collared shirt and khakis looked perfect behind a cubicle, and her mistress’s dark red dress screamed secretary, a position she was far from. \n\n\nKat kneeled under the table during breakfast. There she helped herself to another serving of Aster’s cock, milking it for her morning meal. Pressed for time, she focused on getting him off more than him enjoying it. Not that the older smilodon ever complained about a warm mouth sucking him off. \n\n\n“Dear, go get me by handbrush,” Rose said to her husband as Kat washed the morning dishes. “Oh, and the hook. Her posture has been slacking.” \n\n\nHer master returned with a large metal hook with a balled end, a length of rope, and a black plastic brush for fur and hair. Without prompting Kat assumed the position against the nearest wall, hands against it, and ass out. \n\n\n“You are an incorrigible little slut, you know?” Rose said, rubbing the back of her brush against her daughter’s flank. “You can’t even wait until breakfast to get a taste of his cock. It’s almost like you prefer him to me.”\n\n\nThat was not true and Kat knew her mistress didn’t mean it. She didn’t voice that, preferring to give her thanks for the strike across her asscheek. “Thank you, Mistress,” she said for each one, body tensing through the pain while the clap of plastic against flesh echoed through the house. Rose didn’t stop until the cheeks were a lovely shade of red by her words, and even then it was because Aster kept his eye on the clock.\n\n\n“Traffic is a bitch,” Rose mumbled. Lube spurted over the thick ball on the anal hook, allowing it to slip into Kat’s asshole easily enough. Forcing her slave to stand upright with a tight tie from hook to collar, the older woman inspected her work with pride before issuing a final kiss goodbye.\n\n\n“I’ll be back for lunch. I expect the house to be pristine when I return.”\n\n\nHer master kissed her next. “Try not to get too bored while we’re working.” \n\n\nKat waved their car off until it vanished over the horizon, took a deep breath, and set about her duties. First cleaning the kitchen, including loading and later unloading the dishwasher. Then she adjusted their bedroom, where an unmade bed sat waiting for her. \n\n\nHer parents weren’t slobs but they had been more lax in their cleaning skills since taking her as a slave. Something to keep her busy Kat guessed, though it gave her an appreciation for all the work her mother did before. Streaks in mirrors were an absolute bitch and there was always dust. No amount of vacuuming or dusting seemed to rid her of it, finding more whenever sunlight gleamed across the washed floors and countertops. The added strain of the anal hook preventing her from bending over didn’t help. Perfect posture be damned.\n\n\nKat finished an hour before lunch despite her minor bondage. Rooms were cleaned and organized, laundry was washed and dried, and not a single spec of dust could be seen. She’d even taken the trash to the street, giving neighbors who were still home a brazen look at her new role. The first time she strutted outside naked Kat tried to look as small as possible to avoid embarrassment. Now she walked out with her chest high and a smile across her face. Besides, the hook prevented her from hunching over.\n\n\nNo longer allowed on the couch without permission, the chubby smilodon kneeled on her floor cushion to watch TV. A small reward for a job well done and a good time killer to keep her occupied. There was little else she could do unless she wanted to risk another punishment to flick her bean. \n\n\nShe pondered it and shook her head. Better to not give her mother a reason to lock her in chastity. \n\n\nAt five minutes till twelve, she moved to the door and waited, kneeling with her head down in submissive obedience. Ten minutes later her mother returned, accompanied by a tall tan stallion in a thick leather hood, tight chastity cage, and cuffs that hobbled his footsteps by a short chain and bound his arms behind him. \n\n\n“Welcome home, Mistress,” Kat said, bowing forward to kiss her mother’s shoes. “I didn’t see your lunch request so I have nothing prepared.”\n\n\nRose chuckled to herself, “Do you see that, 13? This is how a slave greets their superiors when they arrive.”\n\n\nThe stallion, 13, did not respond. The red ballgag in his maw was too thick to allow anything coherent beyond a grunt. Regardless of their rude nature, the slave followed her mistress inside. The leash locked around their balls made certain of it. \n\n\nHer mistress inspected the house with Kat close behind. “Hmm…how long did it take for you to clean?” She asked, dragging a finger over a counter to find dust. \n\n\n“I had an hour left to myself, Mistress.”\n\n\n“An hour? Perhaps we should add a challenge. Tomorrow, remind me to offer extra restraints to test your skill.”\n\n\n“Of course, Mistress.” Kat would rather not clean while cuffed but if her mistress wanted it she would have it.\n\n\nRose smiled, tugging the stallion’s testicle chain hard enough to elicit a squeal. “Do you see that, 13? A true slave doesn’t complain about their owners’ requests, they simply accept them and move on. Be sure to remember that next time I tell you to do something.” Noting her daughter’s confusion, the older smilodon said, “This one had the bright idea to get snippy with me this morning. It went as far as to give me the finger when I demanded it stand for inspection.\n\n\nKat’s eyes widened but she held her tongue. \n\n\nRose nodded. “I know. Would you believe he’s a volunteer? I certainly don’t by the way he acts. I figured the best way to teach a brat to behave is to show them what a good slave looks like.”\n\n\nHer mistress’s praise brought color to her face. Rose gave a small smile at the sight of it but kept her presence distant. This was not just a visit, but a lesson to 13. \n\n\n“I would like a chicken salad. Prepare it for me.”\n\n\n“At once, Mistress.” Kat bowed as much as she was able before heading to the kitchen. Her mother’s dining preference had long since been carved into her so the preparation took little over ten minutes. Rose watched in silence from her seat. 13 was made to stand. Whenever she glimpsed over Kat noticed how tight the bars around the chastity cage must have been. She ached to see it free but doubted it would be. Especially with how often Rose teasingly dragged her finger across it. \n\n\n“Excellent,” her mistress said once the meal was brought to her. “Now be a dear and give 13’s cage some attention. No hands.” \n\n\nNodding without delay, Kat rested on her knees before the stallion. One deep breath pulled their musk into her, the frustrated scent of denial. She wondered how long they’d been caged. A few hours? No, it had to be a day at least. A long punishment for misbehavior at the kennel. Her lips pressed against the tip of the prison, suckling the urethral slit and slipping what little of her tongue could seep through for a taste. 13’s gagged huffs were no better than whimpers, with desperate drool escaping the stallion’s gagged maw.\n\n\nSweat and metal mixed as one along her tongue as she lathered the bars tight over his shaft. Her saliva coated his cock, her warm breath cascading down as it demanded to grow. She let it cool over him when paying attention to his sack, suckling orbs so far that they couldn’t fit in her maw. Though happily submissive, Kat felt an inherited dominance from the joy rippling through her body when she stared up at the whimpering stallion slave. She wondered if they knew she would happily suck them off if it was free. \n\n\nShe wondered if that made it worse. If so, it made her burn hotter. \n\n\n“I am finished.” Her mistress’s statement issued a silent command. Kat stopped, leaving 13’s genitals covered in saliva, and put her mistress’s empty plate into the nearest dishwasher. “Do you see that, 13? That’s what a good slave does. They don’t lose themselves in the pleasure of serving others sexually. They aren’t selfish like you.” \n\n\nThe gag prevented 13’s comment but not his pained cry when Rose squeezed his sack. “That mouth of yours is going to keep getting you into trouble. Why do you think I gagged you? Do we need to keep you gagged outside of feeding and service? I could add ‘gagslut’ to your description for buyers.”\n\n\nThe violent shake of the stallion’s head threw spittle about. Rose hooked the flared nostrils with the same hand that held their sack. Kat sniffed in response, pretending to smell the same musky scent mixed with her saliva. \n\n\n“My dear, you would not believe the day I’ve had so far,” Rose said, one hand absently squeezing 13’s sack while her focus shifted to Kat. “First there was the traffic, my god, the traffic. Aster was incessant in listening to his radio host, the one with the obnoxious laugh. So we were late for work and already I was sporting a headache. Combine that with paperwork I needed to fill out first and it was a good hour wasted before I could get my hands dirty.”\n\n\nHer mistress continued on about her morning. Kat dutifully listened, trying to ignore the pained grunts from 13 as Rose used his sack like a stress ball or speed bag. Despite the tears staining their hood, she could tell they enjoyed it. Especially when her mistress brought up the annoying masochist she’d been assigned. \n\n\n“A hopeless pervert. More interested in getting punished than actually learning to serve like a proper slave. You know how physical I love to get in my punishments so I’m the worst person, on paper mind you, to train him. But then I thought it best to show him how a proper slave acts. It seems old habits are hard to break.” \n\n\nFreeing her hold, Rose wet her finger on the precum seeping through the stallion’s cage. She held it a loft to Kat’s nose like a feral hound, and like one Kat waited until her mistress allowed her to lick it clean. “Your earlier eagerness almost made me reconsider this venture, but it seems I’ve given you enough time to reflect on your actions.”\n\n\nKat bowed her head, “And this slave thanks you, graciously, Mistress.”\n\n\n“I suppose I should treat myself for my judgment call. Up.” At a snap of Rose’s finger, Kat stood up, following her mistress deeper into the house with the stallion’s gagged huffs and wincing grunts behind her. \n\n\nBack in the bedroom, her Mistress stripped naked, releasing her curvy figure to the two enslaved under her. Crawling over the bed, she pulled 13 to the side to watch and raised her ass. “Kat, be a good girl and eat your Mistress’s ass out.”\n\n\nDespite the awkward hold of her anal hook, Kat licked her lips as she spread her mother’s cheeks. Her flat tongue lathered the pucker, trailing along the outer edge while her ears perked for any sign of her mother’s enjoyment. She’d done it enough to know the varied different responses to her Mistress and Master’s held breaths or sighs. Rose preferred a slow and steady pace, much like eating her out. She told her husband that she hated anal, but whenever Kat tasted her ass the older smilodon huffed as if she were reaching golden gates. \n\n\n“Watch her, 13,” Rose ordered, though her authority struggled with shaky breaths of pleasure. “See how she digs into me? How appreciative she is of my ass without burying her tongue right away? That’s because she knows my pleasure comes first. She wants my pleasure to come first. She gets pleasure from my pleasure. This is the difference between a selfless slave and a selfish sub.”\n\n\nHer tongue slipped inside. Rose shivered in delight, her taunts turning feckless in the face of pleasure. With the pride of service swelling inside of her, Kat eagerly buried herself into her mother’s asshole, believing she would for any owner holding her leash. \n\n\nTime mattered little. Not even a knock on the open door gave her pause. “I hope I’m not interrupting something,” Aster said with a playful tone that spoke otherwise. \n\n\nRose pulled herself away, covering herself for a moment before relaxing at the sight of her husband. “Dear, you startled me.”\n\n\n“My apologies. I was wondering why you were still out for lunch and came to check. Seems your little field trip went awry?”\n\n\nHer mistress adjusted her hair. “A little. Kat has an excellent tongue after all. I just wanted 13 to see how a proper slave acts.”\n\n\nThe stallion huffed but stayed still. Judging from the small puddle of precum at his hooves, he got the message and more. Again Kat felt a strange dominant glee at watching him suffer under her parent’s hands. Perhaps she should have entered the same trade instead of bumming around with office work. Something to consider for the future, if she grew bored of her role. Unlikely as that seemed.\n\n\n“Mind if I get a shot in?” Aster asked, stripping off his shirt.\n\n\n“Not at all. But be a dear and fetch Breaker for me. I think it’s time I give 13 a final reason not to disobey.”\n\n\nKat watched her master fish Breaker out of the drawer. Her chest tightened at the sight of it, and one look at 13 spoke enough fear. It was a strap-on as thick and long as a large energy drink can. Her Mistress’s favorite, though Kat had been fortunate to avoid it. \n\n\nBefore Aster buried his daughter’s face between his cheeks she noticed the stallion had a thick plug wedged in his ass. He should be fine for it.\n\n\nHer Master wished for quick service, giving her praise for how quick and deep her tongue could travel. He was always the most impatient of the two, needing to be reeled in by his wife for her pleasure. \n\n\n“On the bed, slave.” At his command, she stopped and crawled onto the bed. Strong hands gently pulled her anal hook out, allowing her back the freedom to bed again. 13 stood across from her, bending over and grinding their teeth against the gag as her mistress, now sporting the thick Breaker strap-on between her legs, carefully wrenched the buttplug from the slave’s rectum. It was thicker than both of Kat’s hands joined together at the wrist. \n\n\nBoth slaves huffed when the older couple applied cold lube to their waiting holes. Kat not so subtly tried to entice her father with her cunt, only to earn a pussy slap for her transgression. \n\n\n“It’s a pretty puss, but I want your ass. Only fitting given 13’s getting fucked there.”\n\n\n“And this slave’s going to enjoy it far more than it lets on,” Rose spat, batting the floppy cock against the stallion’s muscled cheeks. 13’s grunt came off as more agreeing than Kat assumed they meant. \n\n\nNo stranger to anal, Kat still winced when her father’s cock sank into her. In her defense, it was an empathetic reaction to the eye-bulging reaction 13 had behind the leather hood as her mistress’s fat fake cock buried itself into the stallion’s muscled ass. \n\n\n“Oh, I like that,” Aster said, pulling his slave daughter’s head back. “Keep it nice and tight for me, darling.” His cock was no match for the behemoth Rose used, but he knew how to use it just as well. Biding his time the smilodon inched himself in, pulling out half an inch before pushing deeper. She tried to keep her ass between tight and loose, somewhere she could enjoy it without letting him grow bored. \n\n\n13 did not get such mercy. Rose was slow but forceful, hiking one leg up for stability as she buried to the hilt. The stallion huffed, grunting with exertion when she pulled out the whole thing and slammed back in. \n\n\n“Enjoying yourself, 13?” Rose slapped his bare bottom cheek. Aster mirrored it, urging Kat to join in with his rhythm. The stallion nodded, still on the bed as the mistress of the house picked up speed. The slick wet sound of lube as the two dominants fucked trained holes mixed with gagged and begging breaths. \n\n\n“You sure that’s a punishment, love?” Aster asked, panting between thrusts. “13 seems to be enjoying it. ‘Course they’re not moving much. Poor form to act like a dead fish when being used. Just take a look at our pride and joy. See how she bounces on my cock? She knows a good hole needs to be more than that.”\n\n\n“I expected it to be, but I’m getting the feeling 13 loves it up the ass. Explains why 13’s so grumpy. I’ll make a note to add anal to the reward list. Perhaps a milking every so often.”\n\n\nKat lurched as far forward as she could without pulling off. Grabbing 13’s head, she kissed the slave’s gagged maw, licking their trembling lips with the desire to taste their tongue. \n\n\nShe let herself forget the position of slavery. The codes and ethics that bound her and 13 to submit under the paw of Rose and Aster. For that moment they were not slaves but mutual worshippers of hedonistic wonders. \n\n\nAster filled her but she did not let go. 13’s breathing quickened. The horse whined, the muffled words meaning nothing beyond gibberish save for one. The slave was close. Her grip tightened and she kissed them more, elated imagining the tongue so desperate to meet hers as it fruitlessly wailed behind the rubber ball. \n\n\nRose didn’t let her assigned slave finish. She pulled out and brushed her head back, panting more than her husband. “I don’t know how you do it.” She pumped her slick strap-on once before taking it off, wordlessly pushing her slave-daughter over to plant her drenched pussy onto her snout. Kat tongued her without thought, growing wet with the frustrated muffled sigh of a stallion denied and forced to watch. \n\n\n“If you were a good slave, I would have let you cum. But you’ve been nothing but an annoying bitch since this morning, so toughen up and face the consequences,” Rose said in the same motherly tone she used to chastise Kat in. \n\n\nThe weight of her mother pressed her into the bed. She tasted the older woman’s arousal with every lick, forgetting to breathe. Only the desire to serve remained active, firing her engines as pleasure drowned out everything else. \n\n\nRose rode her through three orgasms before she pulled herself off. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths. Aster helped her stand, carefully holding her as a husband should. \n\n\n“I haven’t seen you this tuckered out since our honeymoon.”\n\n\nSmiling, Rose tangled a finger through his chest fur. “We lasted all night back then. Now it’s…” she blinked, “Shit, what time is it?” \n\n\n“Looks like half-past three.” \n\n\n“Shit!” Rose swore, then again. Kat watched her mistress race to the bathroom, ears perking up to the sound of the shower running. Unsure to ask a question or stay silent, she looked to her Master for direction.\n\n\nAster shrugged. “She’s got a meeting with investors at five. I assigned her 13 as a stress ball.”\n\n\n13 nodded in agreement much to Kat’s surprise. “Kat, be a dear and clean everything up.” Aster tossed her a small key, “Make sure 13’s cage is pristine before we leave. Use the kitchen sink.”\n\n\n“Isn’t that where we eat?”\n\n\n“And? It’s your job to keep it clean. Don’t undo any other binding for 13 and don’t use that cock for anything. Take an ice pack from the freezer if you need to shrink it to put the cage back on.”\n\n\n13 didn’t struggle to follow the leash. She blamed exhaustion and made a point not to keep it taut. The scent of her mother was still strong on her wet face, and kneeling at crotch level to unlock the stallion’s cage added a heavy dosage of equine musk to it. 13 sighed in relief from their prison, their cock growing to half-mast from the freedom alone. Kat found herself staring in shock at it. She knew horses were big, but even soft 13’s was as large as her master’s. She doubted anyone other than a mare or mule could take it without pain.\n\n\n“It’s no wonder you like it up the ass,” she said. \n\n\n13 gave a jovial huff.\n\n\nWith the cage cleaned and squeezed back over the fat horsecock, Kat kissed her owners goodbye before waving them off. “We’ll be back home for dinner.” Her master told her. Figuring she had plenty of time, she first set about changing the bedsheets. \n\n\nTwo steps after closing the door she yawned and stretched her arms. “Nap first,” she said, “Chores second.” She could afford to be a little lazy so long as neither found out.\n\n\nKat fought against the temptation to crawl into the bed, instead kicking out a large feral dog bed her owners bought for her. Inside she curled up, cuddling tight with the bed’s cover acting as her blanket. It would be washed anyway, so she saw no harm in draping it over her. \n\n\n“Just thirty minutes,” she told herself, setting an alarm on the clock. Thirty minutes until she returned to her duties as a slave. But Kat, as good as a slave she was, still had a penchant for being lazy. Her owners may arrive home to a sleeping smilodon and a messy bedroom. \n\n\nBut that was a problem for Future Kat.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Being a slave to her parents was an adjustment.


When Kat moved in she’d spent all her time in her old room, wasting away with burnout after trying to find work. Now that room was barren of anything to do with her. Her furniture was put into storage. Her clothes were donated to charity. Aster, her father and master, was considering hiring people to help convert it into a dungeon-like playroom. Rose teased him that a dungeon isn’t one unless it’s in the basement. Kat was too busy being trampled that day to comment.


Now instead of lounging over a private bed, she huddled in a cage at the foot of her parents' bed. Instead of clothes, she wore a leather collar, one too thick to be mistaken as some fashionable choker. She spent every night curled up near her owners, ears twitching and the randy nature of the older couple. Her parents were never shy about their passion before, but something about enslaving their own daughter multiplied it.


Kat said she didn’t mind it, not that a slave’s opinion mattered. In truth, her issue was that her owners forbade her from touching herself without their consent. There was enough trust to avoid a chastity belt, but every night she spent listening to their moans was pure agony. The heat between her legs demanded recompense at every gasp or bed-creaking movement her parents made when not using her. She dared not answer the call, knowing not to break the trust provided to her.


If anything, they encouraged misbehavior.


Her cage had no lock and her hands were not covered in bondage mittens. Kat could leave the thin black metal bars behind her at any time. She stayed put thanks to loyalty and duty.


The first-morning sunlight that pierced the curtains brushed her eyes. Slowly she roused, silently yawning and stretching with what room the large cage provided. Needing more, Kat quietly slipped out and stood tall, letting her muscles ease up as she stood like a person.


As a slave, her duties were to make the lives of her owners easier. Her initial responsibilities were to get up, prepare breakfast and lunches for her parents' day at work in the kennel, and then service them if they wished. She snuck out earlier that night to make their midday meals, and the priority of breakfast took a backseat when she noted the tent on her father’s side of the blanket. His morning wood.


She could use breakfast first.


Sneaking under the covers of her dilf of a master, Kat was met with the first wave of morning musk. His heavy masculine scent hooked her nostrils, leading her to the standing shaft holding the blanket up. Licking her lips to wet her maw, she dragged her tongue over his matted sack and then his pink shaft. The salty taste of morning sweat built up from a night of sleeping was like an aphrodisiac to her. Even before she’s taken their collar Kat felt the urge to flick the bean at her father’s odor.


His cock tasted right in her mouth. A delicious pop to suckle on as she inched down, bobbing her head up as she went. She refrained from pumping the shaft, tempted to lengthen his pleasure rather than finish him quickly.


Her father stirred. A soft murr echoed above. Delicate hands reached behind her scalp to guide her along. The whisper nearly made her stop.


“Such a frisky girl,” her mother chastised. With a finger looped around her collar, she pulled her slave-daughter up from beneath the covers. Even in the darkness Kat could tell her mother was staring, smiling with satisfaction that she made the right call.


She couldn’t agree more.


“Did you prepare breakfast?” she asked.


“No, mistress.”


“Oh, how naughty of you.” Her mother grabbed her snout. “Did the sight of my husband’s cock turn your brain to mush?”


Kat nodded in her grasp. Rose snickered underneath the sound of her husband's snore. “I get it. A few decades of marriage and it's still my favorite cock. But a slave has duties, little missy, so I’ll need to punish you for skipping them later. For now, well, let’s finish what you started.”


By her mistress’s direction, she returned to her master’s cock. Both women slathered it with love and lust, their tongues dancing in a tango with the shaft between them. Rose occasionally embraced her daughter’s lips, slipping her tongue deep to conquer the surrendering slave.


When Aster stirred to awake Rose pushed her daughter’s face to the bottom of his shaft, shifting her focus to sheer worship of his cock and balls over pleasuring them. The duty of making him cum fell onto the mistress this morning, eager to make her husband smile as his two favorite women woke him up the way every man wished.


His hips bucked with a sudden cry. Envy crawled up Kat’s spine when she felt his cock surge. Her mother took the load, greedily suckling it all as Aster smiled down to them.


“And good morning to you both,” he said, his saliva-drenched cock wilting in the morning light.


Rose kissed her daughter again, forcing the salty seed down her maw. “There,” she said, wiping her lips, “Now go prepare breakfast like a good slave. And don’t think you’re escaping punishment.”


“Punishment? Rose, honey, she’s showing initiative. Why punish her for that?”


Rose rolled her eyes, “Even with a collar around her neck you insist on being the soft parent. Rules are rules, dear. What example would we set if our slave didn’t follow them?”


The older smilodon shrugged, “As if the kennel will find out. And if they did, who cares? We’re not being professional here.”


Her mother’s glare shut Aster’s trap. From how her mother swayed her hips when she went to the bathroom, Kat gathered she wasn’t done. Aster nudged his head in the door’s direction, “I’ll keep her busy so don’t rush yourself. With any luck, we’ll need to get to work before she can punish ya and she might forget by tonight.”


Of her parents, her father’s breakfast was the easiest to prepare. While her mother preferred fresh oatmeal with an added assortment of blueberries and bananas that took half an hour to prepare, all her father requested was a breakfast shake. The Mastershake specifically, something he’d begun drinking not long after the two officially enslaved their daughter. His breakfast altered his cum enough so that it could provide all the nutrients she needed without any change in the flavor. Aster complained the shake was closer to true chocolate with how bitter it was, but he’d guzzle it down, all the same, to keep his slave fed in their favorite act.


Having left the bedroom door open, Kat heard her owners enjoy themselves before seriously getting out of bed. They went to sleep early enough to afford a little over an hour of fun before work. With Kat taking up the duties of cooking the old smilodons took to their newfound spare time like passionate lovers.


Her father arrived before the oatmeal was done with a satisfied smile. “Your mother is still busy freshening up. She’ll be a few minutes.” He shook the bottle three times before popping the cap, expression turning sour before guzzling it down. “Don’t suppose you’re still hungry after that morning snowball?”


“Only if you desire it, master.” Kat made no illusion of her desire with her voice, swaying her bare bottom as she cooked.


“You know you can still call me Dad.”


“Mistress says I should use proper honorifics. You wouldn’t want to undermine her, would you?”


He sighed, scratching the scruff of the mane covering his shirt collar. “She can’t help but be the strict one, then complains to me about it when it doesn’t work out.” After a moment of thinking where he pulled at his mane, Aster smiled, “You’re not asking to get punished more often, are you?”


With a blush, she snickered. “Mistress prefers her firm hand. Who am I to deny that?”


“A subtle brat,” Aster said, resting his hands on her shoulders. “You take after me,” the smilodon added with a soft purr.


Kat brushed against her master’s khakis, eager to feel his tenting erection. He reached around, cupping her breasts with his thumb running circles over her tight nipples. The oatmeal bubbled underneath as father and daughter shared a kiss. The bitter chocolate on his tongue was nothing but another reminder of what he was to her.


Her master.


They didn’t stop despite the echo of her mother’s heels down the hallway, nor when she entered the room until she cleared her throat. “Dear, don’t tire yourself out before work. You can’t delegate everything to someone else.”


“I don’t delegate that much,” he argued, not letting go of Kat’s tits. Thick fingers pulled, rubbed, and twisted whilst she cooked. She stifled her response through bit lips, knowing better than to interrupt their conversation with petty concerns. “Sure I’ve been stuck with paperwork, but I’m still active on the floor.”


“Then why am I stuck with Number 13 today? Last I checked he was your responsibility.”


“I figured he needed a stricter touch.”


Her mistress rolled her eyes and accepted a fresh mug of coffee from Kat. Despite their line of work, the two dressed closer to business casual. Her master’s light blue collared shirt and khakis looked perfect behind a cubicle, and her mistress’s dark red dress screamed secretary, a position she was far from.


Kat kneeled under the table during breakfast. There she helped herself to another serving of Aster’s cock, milking it for her morning meal. Pressed for time, she focused on getting him off more than him enjoying it. Not that the older smilodon ever complained about a warm mouth sucking him off.


“Dear, go get me by handbrush,” Rose said to her husband as Kat washed the morning dishes. “Oh, and the hook. Her posture has been slacking.”


Her master returned with a large metal hook with a balled end, a length of rope, and a black plastic brush for fur and hair. Without prompting Kat assumed the position against the nearest wall, hands against it, and ass out.


“You are an incorrigible little slut, you know?” Rose said, rubbing the back of her brush against her daughter’s flank. “You can’t even wait until breakfast to get a taste of his cock. It’s almost like you prefer him to me.”


That was not true and Kat knew her mistress didn’t mean it. She didn’t voice that, preferring to give her thanks for the strike across her asscheek. “Thank you, Mistress,” she said for each one, body tensing through the pain while the clap of plastic against flesh echoed through the house. Rose didn’t stop until the cheeks were a lovely shade of red by her words, and even then it was because Aster kept his eye on the clock.


“Traffic is a bitch,” Rose mumbled. Lube spurted over the thick ball on the anal hook, allowing it to slip into Kat’s asshole easily enough. Forcing her slave to stand upright with a tight tie from hook to collar, the older woman inspected her work with pride before issuing a final kiss goodbye.


“I’ll be back for lunch. I expect the house to be pristine when I return.”


Her master kissed her next. “Try not to get too bored while we’re working.”


Kat waved their car off until it vanished over the horizon, took a deep breath, and set about her duties. First cleaning the kitchen, including loading and later unloading the dishwasher. Then she adjusted their bedroom, where an unmade bed sat waiting for her.


Her parents weren’t slobs but they had been more lax in their cleaning skills since taking her as a slave. Something to keep her busy Kat guessed, though it gave her an appreciation for all the work her mother did before. Streaks in mirrors were an absolute bitch and there was always dust. No amount of vacuuming or dusting seemed to rid her of it, finding more whenever sunlight gleamed across the washed floors and countertops. The added strain of the anal hook preventing her from bending over didn’t help. Perfect posture be damned.


Kat finished an hour before lunch despite her minor bondage. Rooms were cleaned and organized, laundry was washed and dried, and not a single spec of dust could be seen. She’d even taken the trash to the street, giving neighbors who were still home a brazen look at her new role. The first time she strutted outside naked Kat tried to look as small as possible to avoid embarrassment. Now she walked out with her chest high and a smile across her face. Besides, the hook prevented her from hunching over.


No longer allowed on the couch without permission, the chubby smilodon kneeled on her floor cushion to watch TV. A small reward for a job well done and a good time killer to keep her occupied. There was little else she could do unless she wanted to risk another punishment to flick her bean.


She pondered it and shook her head. Better to not give her mother a reason to lock her in chastity.


At five minutes till twelve, she moved to the door and waited, kneeling with her head down in submissive obedience. Ten minutes later her mother returned, accompanied by a tall tan stallion in a thick leather hood, tight chastity cage, and cuffs that hobbled his footsteps by a short chain and bound his arms behind him.


“Welcome home, Mistress,” Kat said, bowing forward to kiss her mother’s shoes. “I didn’t see your lunch request so I have nothing prepared.”


Rose chuckled to herself, “Do you see that, 13? This is how a slave greets their superiors when they arrive.”


The stallion, 13, did not respond. The red ballgag in his maw was too thick to allow anything coherent beyond a grunt. Regardless of their rude nature, the slave followed her mistress inside. The leash locked around their balls made certain of it.


Her mistress inspected the house with Kat close behind. “Hmm…how long did it take for you to clean?” She asked, dragging a finger over a counter to find dust.


“I had an hour left to myself, Mistress.”


“An hour? Perhaps we should add a challenge. Tomorrow, remind me to offer extra restraints to test your skill.”


“Of course, Mistress.” Kat would rather not clean while cuffed but if her mistress wanted it she would have it.


Rose smiled, tugging the stallion’s testicle chain hard enough to elicit a squeal. “Do you see that, 13? A true slave doesn’t complain about their owners’ requests, they simply accept them and move on. Be sure to remember that next time I tell you to do something.” Noting her daughter’s confusion, the older smilodon said, “This one had the bright idea to get snippy with me this morning. It went as far as to give me the finger when I demanded it stand for inspection.


Kat’s eyes widened but she held her tongue.


Rose nodded. “I know. Would you believe he’s a volunteer? I certainly don’t by the way he acts. I figured the best way to teach a brat to behave is to show them what a good slave looks like.”


Her mistress’s praise brought color to her face. Rose gave a small smile at the sight of it but kept her presence distant. This was not just a visit, but a lesson to 13.


“I would like a chicken salad. Prepare it for me.”


“At once, Mistress.” Kat bowed as much as she was able before heading to the kitchen. Her mother’s dining preference had long since been carved into her so the preparation took little over ten minutes. Rose watched in silence from her seat. 13 was made to stand. Whenever she glimpsed over Kat noticed how tight the bars around the chastity cage must have been. She ached to see it free but doubted it would be. Especially with how often Rose teasingly dragged her finger across it.


“Excellent,” her mistress said once the meal was brought to her. “Now be a dear and give 13’s cage some attention. No hands.”


Nodding without delay, Kat rested on her knees before the stallion. One deep breath pulled their musk into her, the frustrated scent of denial. She wondered how long they’d been caged. A few hours? No, it had to be a day at least. A long punishment for misbehavior at the kennel. Her lips pressed against the tip of the prison, suckling the urethral slit and slipping what little of her tongue could seep through for a taste. 13’s gagged huffs were no better than whimpers, with desperate drool escaping the stallion’s gagged maw.


Sweat and metal mixed as one along her tongue as she lathered the bars tight over his shaft. Her saliva coated his cock, her warm breath cascading down as it demanded to grow. She let it cool over him when paying attention to his sack, suckling orbs so far that they couldn’t fit in her maw. Though happily submissive, Kat felt an inherited dominance from the joy rippling through her body when she stared up at the whimpering stallion slave. She wondered if they knew she would happily suck them off if it was free.


She wondered if that made it worse. If so, it made her burn hotter.


“I am finished.” Her mistress’s statement issued a silent command. Kat stopped, leaving 13’s genitals covered in saliva, and put her mistress’s empty plate into the nearest dishwasher. “Do you see that, 13? That’s what a good slave does. They don’t lose themselves in the pleasure of serving others sexually. They aren’t selfish like you.”


The gag prevented 13’s comment but not his pained cry when Rose squeezed his sack. “That mouth of yours is going to keep getting you into trouble. Why do you think I gagged you? Do we need to keep you gagged outside of feeding and service? I could add ‘gagslut’ to your description for buyers.”


The violent shake of the stallion’s head threw spittle about. Rose hooked the flared nostrils with the same hand that held their sack. Kat sniffed in response, pretending to smell the same musky scent mixed with her saliva.


“My dear, you would not believe the day I’ve had so far,” Rose said, one hand absently squeezing 13’s sack while her focus shifted to Kat. “First there was the traffic, my god, the traffic. Aster was incessant in listening to his radio host, the one with the obnoxious laugh. So we were late for work and already I was sporting a headache. Combine that with paperwork I needed to fill out first and it was a good hour wasted before I could get my hands dirty.”


Her mistress continued on about her morning. Kat dutifully listened, trying to ignore the pained grunts from 13 as Rose used his sack like a stress ball or speed bag. Despite the tears staining their hood, she could tell they enjoyed it. Especially when her mistress brought up the annoying masochist she’d been assigned.


“A hopeless pervert. More interested in getting punished than actually learning to serve like a proper slave. You know how physical I love to get in my punishments so I’m the worst person, on paper mind you, to train him. But then I thought it best to show him how a proper slave acts. It seems old habits are hard to break.”


Freeing her hold, Rose wet her finger on the precum seeping through the stallion’s cage. She held it a loft to Kat’s nose like a feral hound, and like one Kat waited until her mistress allowed her to lick it clean. “Your earlier eagerness almost made me reconsider this venture, but it seems I’ve given you enough time to reflect on your actions.”


Kat bowed her head, “And this slave thanks you, graciously, Mistress.”


“I suppose I should treat myself for my judgment call. Up.” At a snap of Rose’s finger, Kat stood up, following her mistress deeper into the house with the stallion’s gagged huffs and wincing grunts behind her.


Back in the bedroom, her Mistress stripped naked, releasing her curvy figure to the two enslaved under her. Crawling over the bed, she pulled 13 to the side to watch and raised her ass. “Kat, be a good girl and eat your Mistress’s ass out.”


Despite the awkward hold of her anal hook, Kat licked her lips as she spread her mother’s cheeks. Her flat tongue lathered the pucker, trailing along the outer edge while her ears perked for any sign of her mother’s enjoyment. She’d done it enough to know the varied different responses to her Mistress and Master’s held breaths or sighs. Rose preferred a slow and steady pace, much like eating her out. She told her husband that she hated anal, but whenever Kat tasted her ass the older smilodon huffed as if she were reaching golden gates.


“Watch her, 13,” Rose ordered, though her authority struggled with shaky breaths of pleasure. “See how she digs into me? How appreciative she is of my ass without burying her tongue right away? That’s because she knows my pleasure comes first. She wants my pleasure to come first. She gets pleasure from my pleasure. This is the difference between a selfless slave and a selfish sub.”


Her tongue slipped inside. Rose shivered in delight, her taunts turning feckless in the face of pleasure. With the pride of service swelling inside of her, Kat eagerly buried herself into her mother’s asshole, believing she would for any owner holding her leash.


Time mattered little. Not even a knock on the open door gave her pause. “I hope I’m not interrupting something,” Aster said with a playful tone that spoke otherwise.


Rose pulled herself away, covering herself for a moment before relaxing at the sight of her husband. “Dear, you startled me.”


“My apologies. I was wondering why you were still out for lunch and came to check. Seems your little field trip went awry?”


Her mistress adjusted her hair. “A little. Kat has an excellent tongue after all. I just wanted 13 to see how a proper slave acts.”


The stallion huffed but stayed still. Judging from the small puddle of precum at his hooves, he got the message and more. Again Kat felt a strange dominant glee at watching him suffer under her parent’s hands. Perhaps she should have entered the same trade instead of bumming around with office work. Something to consider for the future, if she grew bored of her role. Unlikely as that seemed.


“Mind if I get a shot in?” Aster asked, stripping off his shirt.


“Not at all. But be a dear and fetch Breaker for me. I think it’s time I give 13 a final reason not to disobey.”


Kat watched her master fish Breaker out of the drawer. Her chest tightened at the sight of it, and one look at 13 spoke enough fear. It was a strap-on as thick and long as a large energy drink can. Her Mistress’s favorite, though Kat had been fortunate to avoid it.


Before Aster buried his daughter’s face between his cheeks she noticed the stallion had a thick plug wedged in his ass. He should be fine for it.


Her Master wished for quick service, giving her praise for how quick and deep her tongue could travel. He was always the most impatient of the two, needing to be reeled in by his wife for her pleasure.


“On the bed, slave.” At his command, she stopped and crawled onto the bed. Strong hands gently pulled her anal hook out, allowing her back the freedom to bed again. 13 stood across from her, bending over and grinding their teeth against the gag as her mistress, now sporting the thick Breaker strap-on between her legs, carefully wrenched the buttplug from the slave’s rectum. It was thicker than both of Kat’s hands joined together at the wrist.


Both slaves huffed when the older couple applied cold lube to their waiting holes. Kat not so subtly tried to entice her father with her cunt, only to earn a pussy slap for her transgression.


“It’s a pretty puss, but I want your ass. Only fitting given 13’s getting fucked there.”


“And this slave’s going to enjoy it far more than it lets on,” Rose spat, batting the floppy cock against the stallion’s muscled cheeks. 13’s grunt came off as more agreeing than Kat assumed they meant.


No stranger to anal, Kat still winced when her father’s cock sank into her. In her defense, it was an empathetic reaction to the eye-bulging reaction 13 had behind the leather hood as her mistress’s fat fake cock buried itself into the stallion’s muscled ass.


“Oh, I like that,” Aster said, pulling his slave daughter’s head back. “Keep it nice and tight for me, darling.” His cock was no match for the behemoth Rose used, but he knew how to use it just as well. Biding his time the smilodon inched himself in, pulling out half an inch before pushing deeper. She tried to keep her ass between tight and loose, somewhere she could enjoy it without letting him grow bored.


13 did not get such mercy. Rose was slow but forceful, hiking one leg up for stability as she buried to the hilt. The stallion huffed, grunting with exertion when she pulled out the whole thing and slammed back in.


“Enjoying yourself, 13?” Rose slapped his bare bottom cheek. Aster mirrored it, urging Kat to join in with his rhythm. The stallion nodded, still on the bed as the mistress of the house picked up speed. The slick wet sound of lube as the two dominants fucked trained holes mixed with gagged and begging breaths.


“You sure that’s a punishment, love?” Aster asked, panting between thrusts. “13 seems to be enjoying it. ‘Course they’re not moving much. Poor form to act like a dead fish when being used. Just take a look at our pride and joy. See how she bounces on my cock? She knows a good hole needs to be more than that.”


“I expected it to be, but I’m getting the feeling 13 loves it up the ass. Explains why 13’s so grumpy. I’ll make a note to add anal to the reward list. Perhaps a milking every so often.”


Kat lurched as far forward as she could without pulling off. Grabbing 13’s head, she kissed the slave’s gagged maw, licking their trembling lips with the desire to taste their tongue.


She let herself forget the position of slavery. The codes and ethics that bound her and 13 to submit under the paw of Rose and Aster. For that moment they were not slaves but mutual worshippers of hedonistic wonders.


Aster filled her but she did not let go. 13’s breathing quickened. The horse whined, the muffled words meaning nothing beyond gibberish save for one. The slave was close. Her grip tightened and she kissed them more, elated imagining the tongue so desperate to meet hers as it fruitlessly wailed behind the rubber ball.


Rose didn’t let her assigned slave finish. She pulled out and brushed her head back, panting more than her husband. “I don’t know how you do it.” She pumped her slick strap-on once before taking it off, wordlessly pushing her slave-daughter over to plant her drenched pussy onto her snout. Kat tongued her without thought, growing wet with the frustrated muffled sigh of a stallion denied and forced to watch.


“If you were a good slave, I would have let you cum. But you’ve been nothing but an annoying bitch since this morning, so toughen up and face the consequences,” Rose said in the same motherly tone she used to chastise Kat in.


The weight of her mother pressed her into the bed. She tasted the older woman’s arousal with every lick, forgetting to breathe. Only the desire to serve remained active, firing her engines as pleasure drowned out everything else.


Rose rode her through three orgasms before she pulled herself off. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths. Aster helped her stand, carefully holding her as a husband should.


“I haven’t seen you this tuckered out since our honeymoon.”


Smiling, Rose tangled a finger through his chest fur. “We lasted all night back then. Now it’s…” she blinked, “Shit, what time is it?”


“Looks like half-past three.”


“Shit!” Rose swore, then again. Kat watched her mistress race to the bathroom, ears perking up to the sound of the shower running. Unsure to ask a question or stay silent, she looked to her Master for direction.


Aster shrugged. “She’s got a meeting with investors at five. I assigned her 13 as a stress ball.”


13 nodded in agreement much to Kat’s surprise. “Kat, be a dear and clean everything up.” Aster tossed her a small key, “Make sure 13’s cage is pristine before we leave. Use the kitchen sink.”


“Isn’t that where we eat?”


“And? It’s your job to keep it clean. Don’t undo any other binding for 13 and don’t use that cock for anything. Take an ice pack from the freezer if you need to shrink it to put the cage back on.”


13 didn’t struggle to follow the leash. She blamed exhaustion and made a point not to keep it taut. The scent of her mother was still strong on her wet face, and kneeling at crotch level to unlock the stallion’s cage added a heavy dosage of equine musk to it. 13 sighed in relief from their prison, their cock growing to half-mast from the freedom alone. Kat found herself staring in shock at it. She knew horses were big, but even soft 13’s was as large as her master’s. She doubted anyone other than a mare or mule could take it without pain.


“It’s no wonder you like it up the ass,” she said.


13 gave a jovial huff.


With the cage cleaned and squeezed back over the fat horsecock, Kat kissed her owners goodbye before waving them off. “We’ll be back home for dinner.” Her master told her. Figuring she had plenty of time, she first set about changing the bedsheets.


Two steps after closing the door she yawned and stretched her arms. “Nap first,” she said, “Chores second.” She could afford to be a little lazy so long as neither found out.


Kat fought against the temptation to crawl into the bed, instead kicking out a large feral dog bed her owners bought for her. Inside she curled up, cuddling tight with the bed’s cover acting as her blanket. It would be washed anyway, so she saw no harm in draping it over her.


“Just thirty minutes,” she told herself, setting an alarm on the clock. Thirty minutes until she returned to her duties as a slave. But Kat, as good as a slave she was, still had a penchant for being lazy. Her owners may arrive home to a sleeping smilodon and a messy bedroom.


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