0 comments/ 117120 views/ 14 favorites Family Ties Ch. 01 By: The_Odalisque Smack. Smack. Smack. Her hands cut through the dark water smoothly, rhythmically, as each arm raised, reached backward in a perfect arc and then pushed the water away, propelling her forward in a picture-perfect backstroke. It was one of those punishingly hot July nights when there was no breeze, when it was almost as hot during the evening as it was during the day. Smack. Smack. Smack. A dozen strokes and then a half somersault, a dozen strokes more and another turn. Back and forth, until she had swum 50 laps. She wanted to exhaust her body so that at last she might be able to sleep. But even as she swam lap after lap, Candace knew that sleep would be long in coming, if it came at all. Smack. Smack. Smack. And then a collision with another body. Her rhythm and her concentration broken, her head ducked below the surface of the water. Candace choked and started coughing as the chlorinated water tricked down her windpipe. “Candace! Jesus, are you okay?” Her brother, Warren, pulled her to the side of the unlighted pool. “I was just going to grab your ankle–I wasn’t trying to drown you.” She slapped her brother’s hand away impatiently, trying to catch her breath. When her breathing finally returned to normal, she remained seated on the pool step, her arms in front of her chest. “How long were you watching me, Warren?” she asked. “I thought you took Lisa to the movies.” “The movie was over two hours ago, little sister. We went to the movie, that chick-flick that Lisa just had to see, and then we got some burgers and sat and talked for a while.” Yeah, talking. With your hands, as usual. Candace thought, giving her brother a knowing glance. “You should see the look on your face, little sister,” Warren laughed. “And to answer your first question, I’ve been home long enough to know that you’re skinny dipping. You know you’re not supposed to swim unless there’s someone else around.” “Well, you’re here, so I’m not doing anything wrong, am I?” Candace replied. “And I know you won’t bust me for skinny dipping since you’re not wearing a suit, either!” she pointed out gleefully. “Aren’t you the little slut! You’re not supposed to notice that kind of stuff!” “Well, it’s hard not to notice. Even with shrinkage, I’ve have to be blind not to see that cock of yours. I’ll bet Lisa had a good time tonight.” “Hey, I always show Lisa a good time,” Warren boasted, thrusting his chest forward. Candace started to respond, but then hesitated. “What’s wrong?” Warren asked. “Um, nothing,” Candace replied, looking away. “No, I know that look. Say whatever it was you were going to say. Is it about Lisa?” “Well, yeah.” “So, what is it?” “Well, you know that we used to work together, right?” “Yeah. So?” “Oh, shit, Warren, I don’t want you to be mad at me for telling you this.” “Out with it, little sister. Don’t make me ask you again.” “Well, toward the end of last year, Lisa started talking to her posse about how you liked her more than she liked you. She bragged to some of her friends that she had you wrapped around her little finger and that you loved her so much that you’d do anything for her or give her whatever she wanted just to keep her happy. She said that she planned to let you keep her happy for quite some time.” “I see,” Warren said quietly. “Oh, Warren, I shouldn’t have told you. I’m sorry. Maybe I misunderstood.” “No, little sister, it makes sense, actually. Miss Lisa has been making quite a little wish list. A new computer, a CD changer for her car, 18-karat gold jewelry, a DVD player . . . “ “You mean she just came out and asked you for all that stuff?” “No, not quite. She’s definitely dropping hints, though. And she always manages to bring up the topic of something she’d ‘like to get’ right around the time we’d start to fool around.” “Before or after she gives you a blow-job?” Candace asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Jesus, Candace! I can’t believe you asked me that!” “But that’s when she brings it up, isn’t it? On the other hand, it might be hard for you to understand her, what with her mouth full and all, so maybe she dictates her wish list while she’s giving you a hand job. I’m right, aren’t I?” she said triumphantly as her brother started to laugh. “Yeah, you’re right, little sister.” Warren admitted. “So, what all do you guys do when you go out? Do you fuck, or do everything else but?” “JESUS, Candace, the way you talk sometimes,” Warren muttered, aware of both his hard cock and his sister’s tits bobbing in the dark water. “Oh, come on, tell me. It’s the least you can do in return for scaring me and practically drowning me.” “Well, we have oral sex almost all of the time . . .” “You mean, you eat her cunt and she sucks your cock?” Candace laughed at her brother’s stunned expression. “When did you start talking like a tramp, little sister?” “Why do you keep calling me that, Warren? I just turned 18.” “Yeah, but you’re still my little sister. And while you may give lip service to being a ‘woman of the world, I know you’re still a virgin, so I still think of you as a little girl. Anyway, answer the question. When did you start talking like a tramp, little sister?” “It’s the way I like to think about sex. You know, dirty. I hate it when I go online and read hot stories and the writer is all politically correct and talks about ‘penises’ and ‘vulvas.’ I like it when they use hot, explicit language. It’s more exciting to me that way. Come on, don’t you think it’s hotter, too?” “And how did you find x-rated stories on line, little girl?” Warren asked, one eyebrow raised. There was no reply. Warren laughed at his sister’s suddenly blank expression. “Candace, how did you find those stories? C,mon, tell me before I drag you out of this pool and spank your bare ass.” “I use your computer to go on-line, and then I check out your bookmarks,” Candace admitted in a small voice. Warren was silent for a moment, knowing that he had been stupid not to have cleared the history before he logged out. He wasn’t particularly concerned about Candace reading the stories he’d been reading, he was suddenly acutely aware that one or both of their parents might have monitored his usage the same way. “So, what do you guys do, Warren? You and Lisa. Do you both get naked? Do you ever fuck? Is she on the pill? Do you use condoms? Do you cum in her mouth? What’s the craziest place you’ve ever done it? Do you guys have anal sex? Does she rim you?” The questions spilled from her lips almost non-stop. “For Christ’s sake, Candace? How can you ask so many questions in a single breath? Yeah, we’ve fucked a few times, and I wear a condom. Jesus, I hate those things. And now that I think about it, Lisa is always yammering, talking about what she wants me to do to her and what she wants me to get for her now that I’m out of college and working full time. I’ve finally recognized her game. Geez, I’m gonna have to drop her. All of a sudden I can’t get the picture of her with dollar signs in her eyes out of my mind.” “Oh, shit, Warren. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you,” Candace said quietly. “That’s okay, little sister. I was starting to catch on to her game, but when a guy is cumming, he blocks a lot of stuff out.” “Oooooh, tell me more about what you’ve done with girls, please, Warren. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. And if you’re going to break up with Lisa, it won’t matter if you tell me, will it. You know I won’t tell anyone, and it’s not like you’re telling your boys.” “What is it with you tonight, little girl? I’ve never known you to be so wound up before. And what do you do on dates, huh? You’ve gone out with enough guys now that you’ve learned a few things. Why don’t you tell me what you’ve done, hmm.” “That’s just it. I keep going out with these guys who are all about “respecting” me. The biggest thrill I’ve gotten so far is slow dancing. Well, that, and I’ve French-kissed a few different guys. But that’s about it.” Noticing her brother’s skeptical look, she blurted out, “Really, Warren. I keep getting asked out by these “perfect gentlemen” when what I really want is–“ “What do you want, little sister?” Warren asked quietly. “What do you really want? What do you fantasize that those so-called ‘nice boys’ do to you when you’re alone in your bed at night. Tell me. You know you want to, don’t you?” There was a long silence as Candace looked up into her brother’s dark eyes. Taking a ragged breath, she said, very quietly, “I want to be a great fuck. I don’t just want to be ‘good in bed,’ I want to learn everything there is to know about sex. I’ve always wanted to know, to watch, to do . . . everything.” Her words came in a rush. “I can’t remember not knowing where my clit was or what to do with it. Even before I started day care, I knew that if I played with my nipples, I could feel it in my cunt. I’ve always wanted to be held down or tied up and being made to do things I know I’m not supposed to think about.” She stood up in the pool, water cascading from her tits, her flat belly and her ass. She posed for her brother, her hands behind her back, chest thrust forward. “Look at my tits, Warren. Ever since they started developing, I’ve loved the looks I’ve gotten from men. Yes, men. Boys, too, but men look at me differently. I know they know things that the boys don’t. And look at my ass, Warren. It’s bigger than most girls’. Guys whistle and make remarks sometimes. I act like I’m embarrassed, but you know what? I love it. I want to feel their hands on me and I want to do all of those things I read about online and in your magazines.” “Oh, so you’ve found my stash of porn, too, little sister?” Warren’s eyes were glazed as he looked at Candace’s nubile body. He was aware of his throbbing cock, hard in spite of the cool water, and he started to stroke it absentmindedly. Candace, having given a voice to the emotions that she had silenced for so long, was suddenly quiet. She sat back down on the pool step, fascinated at the way her brother’s hand moved as he stroked his dick. “Would you show me how to do that?” she asked softly. Warren looked at his sister, then wordlessly took her hand in his and started stroking his erection with it. Candace moved closer to her brother, unable to take her eyes from the sight of her hand moving over his throbbing tool. It was long, not long like the cocks she had read about online, but it was about the length and girth of a telephone receiver. She loved the way the hard cock felt in her hand. Warren squeezed her hand under his, setting the tempo and the pressure. She whispered in his ear, “Don’t stop. I want you to cum while you’re showing me how to beat you off. I want to watch you shoot in the water. Warren, you’re getting a hand job from your little sister. You’re showing your baby sister how to get you off!” Candace licked her older brother’s ear (something she had read about) and then blew across the wet surface. Her nipples had tightened like two pink pencil erasers, her pussy was throbbing such that, even in the water, she could feel the honey-like secretions leaking out of her excited pussy. She was setting the pace of the strokes now. Warren had removed his hand from hers and was leaning back on both of his hands, back arched, eyes closed, his jaw clenched as he struggled not to scream in the still July night. Candace rubbed her hard nipples against her brother’s forearm. She continued to murmur into his ear, “I want you to teach me, Warren. After I’ve learned how to jerk you off, I want you to teach me how to suck you off. I want you to play with my titties, and my cunny. I want you to eat me out . . . “ The rest of her words were drowned out by the cry of her brother’s release. It started as a low moan and gained in volume and pitch as his orgasm continued. Fascinated, Candace watched as her brother’s jism shot from his hard cock in long, milky ropes, floating to the surface. She started to remove her hand from her brother’s cock, but Warren quickly put his hand over hers. “No, little sister, leave it there.” His voice was still husky from his climax. After several long moments, Warren eased himself onto the deck of the pool. His legs were spread wide, his still-hard dick in plain view. Candace couldn’t take her eyes away. Warren slid Candace’s hand down to the base of his cock, then, squeezing, he slowly pulled her hand up the length of his shaft. More creamy ejaculate was coaxed from the young man’s organ; this was noticeably thicker than the first load. “I always think of this as the ‘second wave,’” Warren told his younger sister quietly. “Look at how much thicker it is. Next time, I’ll show you how I can pull it out in a long string. God, it feels so good when I do that, Candace. Here,” he said, bringing the side of his hand up to her lips. “Taste how rich it is.” Candace looked at the side of her older brother’s hand, looked at the white cream starting to drip down the back of his hand. Tentatively, her tongue flicked out from between her lips and she tasted her brother’s essence. It was slightly salty, somewhat sweet, and tasted faintly of musk. She looked from her brother’s hand and into his eyes, still savoring this new flavor. “So there’s going to be a next time, hmm?” she asked softly. Slowly, Candace got to her knees and moved between her brother’s open thighs. Picking up his right hand, she deliberately moved it to cover her left breast. She watched Warren’s work-roughened fingers playing with her hard nipple. Candace’s right hand moved to the back of her brother’s neck. Pulling him forward, she kissed him on the lips. For the first time in her life, she didn’t just deliver a perfunctory peck. Instead, she parted his lips with hers. She felt her pussy start to throb as Warren’s left hand found her other tit and started to pinch and tug on her nipple. Candace’s tongue caressed her brother’s full lips for a long moment before she started to explore his mouth. Warren groaned into his little sister’s mouth and started to suck on her tongue. His right hand moved from the tittie he’d been working and cupped the young teenage girl’s pussy. His long fingers stroked her perineum, and then reached back a little farther and came to rest on her asshole. Using just his middle finger, he tapped the center of Candace’s rosebud lightly for several seconds while his thumb brushed against her swollen clit. The girl’s response was immediate. She started bucking her hips, trying to increase pressure of her brother’s finger and thumb against her asshole and her clitty, moaning into Warren’s mouth as she sucked his tongue hungrily. Obligingly, Warren increased the pressure of his fingertip against the opening of his sister’s asshole. He brought his left hand between Candace’s open thighs and, taking her clit between his fingers, rubbed her wet cunt lips on either side of the sensitive nubbin of flesh. Candace gasped for breath as she took her mouth from her brother’s. “Jesus, Warren, that feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, Warren. Don’t stop playing with my pussy. Slide your finger inside of me and do me there. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, Warren. “ “Where do you want a finger, little sister?” Warren whispered roughly into Candace’s ear. “Here?” He asked as he teased the opening of her cunt. “Or here?” As the tip of his finger breached the perimeter of his sister’s tight sphincter. “Back or front, Candace? Fore or aft? Cunt or asshole, little girl?” “Fuck, Warren, I don’t care. Either one, both of my holes feel so good. Just don’t stop, big brother, don’t stop. Don’t take your fingers away, don’t stop, Warren, don’t stop,” Candace crooned. “So, I guess it’s up to me to decide where to take you,” Warren growled into his sister’s ear, his teeth teasing her earlobe. “Since you like having both of your holes teased so much, then you get a finger in each!” he said triumphantly, his right middle finger skewering Candace’s tight, pink asshole as the two middle fingers of his left hand penetrated her wet pussy, both hands pulling upward as he fingerfucked his sister’s cunt and ass. Her asshole on fire, Candace felt her older brother’s fingers curl slightly as they worked her pussy. The palm of his had was massaging her clit, and she felt a new, slightly foreign sensation as Warren’s fingertips found her g-spot and started working it. Her hands found her nipples and started working them furiously. “Warren, don’t stop, don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum,” she said in a high voice. “Breathe deep, little girl, it’ll feel that much better. Little sister, I’m going to make you cum on my fingers. I can feel your asshole and your cunt trying to milk my fingers as if they were cocks pumping in and out of you. Come on, little girl, come on your brother’s fingers. This is what you wanted to learn, isn’t it. Come on, little sister, show me what a slut you can be. Come on Candace, squeeze those nips of yours harder and cum on my fingers . . .” Warren’s voice continued, urging her on, but all that his sister heard was the roar of blood rushing through her veins as her pussy began convulsing on her brother’s probing fingers. She felt a rush of warm liquid as the throbbing in her cunt peaked. Losing her balance, her arms flew around her brother’s neck to keep her from hitting her face on the pool coping. Warren caught his little sister as she pitched forward. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. Once she had caught her breath, he eased himself back down to the first step in the pool with his sister nestled between his bare thighs. He stroked her cheek as he whispered in her ear, “That sounded like a nice cum, little sister.” He slipped his finger, still covered with her honey, into her mouth. As his sister nursed on the finger in her mouth, Warren began talking to her quietly, telling her of the lessons she would receive in the coming days and weeks. ~~~~~~~~~~ Family Ties Ch. 02 Even though they were alone, Warren spoke in hushed tones, his lips tickling the shell of his 18-year-old sister's ear. "So, little girl, you want to become–what did you call it?–a 'world-class fuck,' hmm? I don't know about the world class part, but if you're sure you want to learn, I'll be more than happy to be your tutor," he said, kissing her neck lightly. "Are you sure that's what you want? Do you want to be your brother's lover? His sex toy? Do you want your brother's cock in you? Are you willing to do whatever your big brother tells you to do? Are you willing to put your absolute trust in me, Candace?" Warren asked, his hands stroking his sister's nubile body. Candace turned to face her brother, looking deeply into his eyes. "Ohmigod, Warren, that's exactly what I want. I want you to teach me everything you know. What you don't know, I want us to learn together. I'll do whatever you tell me, big brother. I promise." Her breath was coming in gasps, not from the exertion of the orgasm her brother had just given her, but from excitement as she realized that her fantasy was going to come to life, that her big brother was going to become her lover. Warren stood up, water cascading from his body in a rush. Taking her hands in his, he pulled Candace up with him. "C'mon, little sister, it's time to go to bed." He led her back into the house through the family room, through the kitchen, past their parents' suite on the east side of the house, up the staircase and down to their bedrooms on the west side of the second floor. Their father, a reasonably successful architect, had designed their home with a nod toward privacy for he and his wife. Warren and Candace's generously sized rooms had been placed as far from their parents' as possible. Brother and sister shared a connecting bathroom, which, only a few years earlier, had been the stage of some serious battles as each jockeyed for prime grooming time. The bathroom was unusual only because there was no door opening to the hallway. Since it was located in the "family wing" as their father described it, it was rarely used by anyone else, and the lack of a third door added valuable usable floor space. Warren led his sister into his bedroom, and gestured for her to sit at the foot of his bed. Both of them were still naked; he stood before her, his hands on his hips, feet spread shoulder's width apart. "Mom and dad will be gone for at least two weeks," he began, "Possibly longer if the weather holds. That will give us plenty of time to play. You're going to have to go on the Pill," he continued. "I can probably get you an appointment with Lisa's doctor tomorrow. Once you get your first prescription filled, we can order refills from an on-line pharmacy. Until you've been taking it for about a week, I can't fuck your pussy." He smiled at Candace's crestfallen expression. "Oh, don't worry, little sister. Trust me, there's plenty of things we can do in the meantime. I'm going to set a few ground rules. Until mom and dad get back, you're going to sleep in my bed every night. Do you understand, little girl?" "I understand," Candace said softly. "Until they come home, and after that whenever the two of us are home alone, you are going to be naked, including when you're in the back yard. I may or may not decide to wear something, but you're going to be nude. Do you understand?" Blushing, Candace replied, "I understand." "From now on, you and I will shower together, unless its absolutely impossible. Mom and Dad never come up here in the morning unless one of us hasn't shown up for breakfast–they won't know the difference. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." "Tomorrow I'm going to start teaching you how to jerk me off. I'm also going to teach you how to suck cock. Starting tomorrow, you will give me either a blow job or a hand job every morning. Do you understand, little girl?" Her eyes shining, Candace replied, "I understand, Warren." "I'll probably think of a few more rules as we go along," Warren told his sister. "But that's enough for now. And, don't worry, little one, I'm going to bring you pleasure, too. I'm going to explore your body and learn what you like. I'm going to fuck you whenever you want. I'm going to eat you out for hours if that's what you want. I want you to share your fantasies with me–all of them–and I'll do whatever I can to make them come true. Okay, Candace?" "OKAY!" Candace squealed, standing up from the foot of his bed and wrapping her arms around her brother's shoulders. Placing both hands on the back of his head, she brought his face down to hers and kissed him passionately. Returning the kiss with equal passion, Warren's arms encircled his young sister's body, pulling her against him. His hands moved lightly over her back, his fingers tickling her with a gentle but insistent caress. Moving lower, he cupped the full globes of her ass in his hands. Dancing to nonexistent music, he turned Candace until he could see their reflection in the full-length mirror. His fingers moved to the cleft of his baby sister's ass, and he pulled the plump cheeks apart, gazing intently at her pink rosebud. "Candace?" he whispered into her ear. "Did you like it tonight when I fingerfucked your asshole?" "Ohhhhh yeeeees, Warren, I loved it," she replied. "Really?" "Yes, really, Warren." "I'm so glad. Especially because since I can't fuck your pussy, I'm going to take your ass tonight." "What!!!" Candace pulled away from her brother, surprised. "That's right, little sister. Of course, if you don't want to, maybe you're not really ready to learn how to fuck after all." "No, it's not that. I just didn't think... I mean, I thought that would come later." "No, if you really want us to be lovers, if you're serious about this, then you need to give me your ass tonight. If not, then we can just forget that tonight's little session in the pool ever happened, and I won't bring it up again." "Oh," Candace replied in a small voice. It wasn't that she didn't want her brother to take her anal cherry, but it seemed as if so much had happened already, so many things had changed in the course of less than three hours. "What will it be, little sister? You need to make up your mind. If you have to take this long to decide, maybe we shouldn't–" "No, no, Warren. I mean yes, what you said. Oh shit, Warren, you've got me so confused." "Just tell me, right now, what you want to happen tonight." She could feel the flush spreading over her body. The throbbing between her thighs, which had never really stopped, became stronger, impossible to ignore. "Yes, Warren, I want you to take me. I mean, I want you to fuck my ass tonight. I'm not going to change my mind. I won't ever forget what happened tonight, and I don't want to forget, either." Her brother's arms encircled her once more. "Good girl," he murmured. "Good, good girl. I know you're a little nervous about it, but I'm going to make sure that you're so turned on that you'll be begging for me to take you." His mouth found hers again, this time the kiss was roughly passionate. He sucked her tongue hungrily as his left arm moved from her waist and caught her just under her knees. Picking her up, he walked five paces and deposited his naked sister on top of the bed they would be sharing for the next several nights. Warren stretched out on the bed next to his sister and stroked her with the open palm of his hand. He caressed her from her shoulders to the tops of her thighs, not lingering in any one place, just keeping his hand in constant motion. Although she tried to relax, Candace found that the tender rhythmic caresses aroused her almost as much as if her brother had just concentrated on her erogenous zones. After several long minutes, Warren moved over Candace's supine form, his knees on either side of her hips. He kissed his sister's neck, tiny sweet kisses, one overlapping the other, until his lips found the hollow of her throat. Then his mouth moved in a southerly direction, over the center of her chest and between her breasts. Warren then captured Candace's right nipple between his lips, rolling it tenderly, flicking the hardening button with the tip of his tongue. He smiled to himself as he felt her body start to move under his. He released the right nipple and moved to pleasure the left one. It, too, puckered and tightened under his ministrations. This time, he pinched Candace's nipple lightly between his lips and pulled his face away, pulling it about an inch away from her body. Releasing her tender flesh, he commented quietly, "What sweet titties you have, little sister. We're both going to enjoy playing with them. Candace could only manage a smile in return. His hands massaging her tits, Warren continued his first trip down his sister's body. He kissed and nipped at her tummy, ran the tip of his tongue inside of her belly button, and kissed his way around the triangle of dark hair between her legs. "Little sister, this is where I'm going to be putting my cock in about a week. But for now, I'm going to eat you out until my face is glazed with your honey. Grab some pillows and put them under your head so that you can watch your brother licking your cunt for the first time." Candace's arms reached up and pulled the pillows from the head of the bed, hastily moving them under her head and shoulders. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could see the little jiggle of her breasts moving in time with the beats. She lifted her ass off the bed, offering her pussy to her brother's hungry mouth. Warren's large, tanned hand pushed her back down on the bed. "There'll be time enough for that, little girl, he said, smiling. You just relax for now. I'll do all the work. Big brother's going to lick your cunt for you." He moved between her thighs, his hands sliding under her ass and lifting her to his mouth. Looking into his sister's eyes, Warren paused for a long moment, his breath falling on Candace's pubic mound. His gaze then moved to her wet pussy. Pressing his mouth lightly against his little sister's plump labia, he parted his lips and placed the point of his tongue at the bottom of her slit. Drawing his tongue upward, he licked the length of her gash, tenderly pressing against the button of her clit and moving over the top of its diminutive foreskin. His lips gently closed over the nub and moved back and forth. "Ohhhhh, Warren, that feels sooo good," Candace crooned softly. "Even better than I thought. Ohhhhh, more, please, Warren, mmmoore." He repeated the caress, over and over again, licking his sister's cunt leisurely, each time capturing her clit and worrying it with his lips, while Candace squirmed delightedly in his hands. Lowering her ass back to the mattress, Warren pushed his sister's thighs wide open and sucked her lips and clit into his mouth, his tongue exploring, probing, tasting the honey that was flowing from her. His erect cock was trapped between his flat stomach and the mattress. He was tempted to fuck the mattress but resisted, thinking of the prize that lay ahead. Judging from the way she was squirming, Warren estimated that Candace was getting close to another orgasm and decided to slow things down. Reluctantly taking his mouth from her pussy, Warren knelt over his sister once again, this time with one knee between her legs, rubbing against her mound. "Kiss me, little girl," he commanded. "I want you to taste what I'm tasting." Candace wrapped her legs around her brother's thigh, humping herself on it while their tongues danced together. She could smell her honey all over Warren's face, she could taste her juice on his tongue. She tore her mouth from his just long enough to gasp, "Warren, play with my tits again. Pinch my nipples while I fuck your leg. Please, Warren, ohmigod, it just feels so good!" Her brother obliged, balancing himself on his elbows while his fingers teased, pinched and tugged at Candace's nipples. His sister's hips bucked beneath him, her tummy slapping against his, her gyrating torso smacking his tumescent penis, and all the while his sister's voice was whispering in his ear, "Ohh, it feels so good. Ohh, yeahh, it feels sooo gooood. Sooo gooood. Warren, I want it. I'm ready. Ohh, it feels so good." Warren moved his hands from Candace's tits to her shoulders, pressing her into the mattress. Lowering his body to his, he guided his rigid member between the swollen lips of his little sister's cunt. Seeing her surprised expression, he explained to her, "I'm just getting my cock ready for your bottom, little girl. I'm not going to fuck your pussy tonight. Not tonight, but soon... Now, turn over and get on your hands and knees, Candace. You know what we're going to do, don't you?" "Yes," Candace gasped. "Tell me, little girl. What are we going to do?" "You're going to fuck my ass for me, aren't you? My brother's going to fuck my ass!" "Candace, I'll ask you one last time. Are you sure this is what you want?" "Yes, Warren, I want it. I swear. Please, Warren, slide your hard cock up my ass." Kneeling behind his little sister, Warren reached forward and put his hand on Candace's back, just below her shoulder blades, and gently pushed her down. "Put your head down, Sis, and stick that sweet ass of yours up at me. Mmm. That's it. Spread your legs a little more. Yeah, open your knees. Oh, yeah, that's it. That's perfect." Placing both hands on the globes of his sister's ass, he pulled them apart and studied the her tight sphincter. He stroked the puckered opening with the two middle fingers of his right hand and then, taking his hard cock, he pressed the head of his organ against her rosebud. Candace, expecting her brother to enter her, looked at him over her shoulder. "Warren, aren't you going to do it?" she asked. "No. You're going to." "Huh? What do you mean?" "What I mean, little one, is that when you're ready, I want you to back up on my cock. I want you to fuck yourself on it. Go at your own pace, I'll hold still." Candace bowed her head again, and moved slightly backward. Her brother's cock head pressed against her a little more firmly. She backed up again. Now she could feel the beveled tip of her brother's dick pressing squarely against the center of her asshole. She wanted more, much more, but began to wonder if Warren's cock would really be able to go inside of her. As she paused, she felt her anus relax and, much to her surprise, open. Suddenly Candace realized that the head of her brother's cock had popped inside of her. Just as suddenly, she was aware of the burning sensation created by the intimate invasion. "Oh, Warren! It hurts! I didn't think it would hurt like this." "Give it a moment, baby. Play with your clit, that'll help. You're doing so well, Candace. I'm so proud of you. Just stay with it. Hang in there. It'll pass. Keep playing with your clit." Candace took several deep breaths as she waited for her muscles to relax. As Warren promised, the pain subsided, but the unfamiliar burning sensation lingered. Candace backed up again. "Good girl! It's not as bad now, is it? Baby, I wish you could see what I'm seeing. I'm watching my cock disappear in your sweet ass. Can you take some more?" Obediently, Candace moved toward her brother again, continuing to impale herself on his hard cock. The burning lessened, and she was beginning to savor the feeling of being opened and filled. "This is starting to feel nice, Warren," she murmured as she rocked back and forth on her knees and one hand (the other still playing with her clit). "I definitely like it better than just using a dildo." "You're going to have to explain where you got a dildo later, little girl. But for now, why don't you take some more of my cock?" "Mmmm," was Candace's only response as she complied with her brother's suggestion. "Well, sis, you've got about half of your brother's cock in your ass. You feel so good, little girl. Your ass is so tight–it was just made for fucking." "I want more of it, Warren. I want to take it all," Candace said as she continued to back up on her brother's manhood. She found herself starting to relax a bit more, which made it easier for Warren's shaft to slide further into her back passage. "Yeah, that's it baby. You want some more of this cock? C'mon. You can have all you want, whenever you want. It's all yours, Candace." Pressing her thumb against her clit, Candace started to frig her pussy with her fingers. She was able to feel her brother's cock in her ass as she masturbated, and a shiver ran down her back. Warren watched the resulting jiggle of her ass. Damn–this was getting to be too much. He could feel his balls, heavy with jism, tightening. The urge to bottom out in his sister's ass was almost overwhelming... His hands tightened their grip on her hips. "Candace, it's time. You've met me half way. Are you ready for your brother to fuck you up the ass?" "Oh yeah. Do it, Warren. Do it now. Fuck my ass! Don't stop until you cum inside of me!!" Warren plunged the rest of the way into his sister's ass. He held himself inside of her for a long moment, feeling her muscles contract around his hard cock. Slowly, he withdrew until only the head was still buried in Candace's ass, and plunged forward again, his balls slapping the girl's clit. They soon found their rhythm, brother moving forward as his sister thrust backward, the two of them groaning in unison. It didn't take long. Candace, sensitive from her first orgasm in the swimming pool, had been on the edge for what seemed like forever. Now that her brother's cock was all the way inside of her ass, his thrusts were even stimulating her G-spot. Even though it was empty, her pussy began to convulse in wavelike contractions. She started to shake. It hadn't been easy for Warren, but he had managed to hold off while his little sister worked herself halfway up the length of his cock. The image of their coupling was burned into his brain. The sensation of Candace's back passage gripping him, his balls slapping her pussy, his sister's cries as they fucked mindlessly, and now the shaking of their first shared orgasm, combined and pushed him over the edge. He became aware of the familiar, delicious rush as his cream moved up the length of his dick. "Candace, I'm going to cum, I'm going to, oh fuck sis, I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your ass... " the words trailed off as Warren slammed into his sister two, three, four times as his hard cock spent inside of his little sister's no-longer-virgin passage. Candace's body was moved forward a few inches with each of her brother's final thrusts. She felt the now familiar sensations as she started to cum with her brother's cock buried inside of her. The strength and speed of her orgasmic contractions increased, her clit was on fire, her body shuddered and she uttered a long, low moan. No words, no names, just a continuous "uuuunnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh," until she ran out of breath and collapsed on her brother's bed. Like his younger sister, Warren fell forward on the bed, halfway on the mattress, halfway on Candace. His cock, no longer stiffly erect, was still firm enough to remain embedded in his sister's upturned bottom. He started to withdraw, only to hear Candace's quiet protest, "No, leave it there a little longer. I like knowing that we're connected." Fighting his overwhelming urge to sleep, he whispered into her ear, "You should let me take it out. I have a feeling you're going to be tender in the morning." "I'll worry about that later," Candace murmured. She reached up and pulled one of pillows under her head, cuddling it in her arms like a teddy bear. The sleep that had been so elusive now settled over her, impossible to resist. She was dimly aware of Warren moving behind her, shifting on the bed, his right arm under her, hand cupping her right breast, his left arm draped over her torso, hand covering her wet vulva. Warren felt his cock, considerably softer now, slip out of his baby sister's ass. Family Ties Ch. 02 Family Ties generated more interest and more comments than any story I have written so far. The one recurring point was more, please. Enjoy Dom Woolf I woke up the morning after returning home from college for summer vacation with a naked woman handcuffed in my bed. Now that would be strange enough for most guys but the really strange part was the naked woman was my sister with whom I had carnal knowledge the night before. Several times. Weirder still was that she was here with the consent and knowledge of my parents; talk about your mind blower. I slipped out of bed really carefully, so as not to awaken her because I really needed some time alone to figure out just what the hell I had stumbled into. I mean my life until last night had been pretty typical, strict parents, curfews, high school then off to college. Today I was feeling as if I had stumbled into an episode of the twilight zone. You know what I mean, the ones where the guy is Mr. Normal, and then everything changes and people start acting all weird and shit and the poor dummy doesn't figure it out until the aliens are ready to eat him or something. Coffee! That's what I needed. I found out in college that just about anything makes more sense if you're loaded on caffeine. I eased open the kitchen door cause it used to have a tendency to squeak and was right back in the twilight zone. A woman stood with her back to me at the kitchen counter making breakfast. Ok that I could handle. Once again from my vantage point she appeared to be nude from the waist down. Well not totally nude she was wearing high heels, stockings and a garter belt. She was wearing a corset around her waist and a collar around her neck. Memory kicked in from last night's debacle, that's my Mom. "Good morning." Mom didn't turn around, for which, at the moment I was grateful. "Would you mind getting your own coffee? If I take my eyes off this stove for a second it burns everything." "Sure Mom." I grabbed the biggest coffee cup I saw and poured. I sat down in the same seat I had last night when this all began and had the weirdest sense of déjà vu. "Mom, would you please explain what's happening around here, before I go running down the street pulling my hair out." A little drama queenish, but hey, it had been that kind of a night. "Your Father has always been my dominate, ever since our college days. We kept it under wraps around you kids, until your sister began to run wild. Your Father recognized that your sister needed to be under strict control before she self destructed. Once he became her Master there was no reason, with you and your older sister out of the house, not to live the way we have always wanted to. Your turning up unexpectedly surprised us." Surprised me too. Shocked the living daylights out of me is more like it. I should mention that with one thing or another, me being tired, my sister being trained to serve as a slave and both of us being horny, things got a bit out of hand. Actually things got to be a handful. That being my hands all over my sister's big tits and hers wrapped around my cock. Yeah, we fucked, like bunnies, right here on the kitchen floor and then my parents walked in. "Ok, I get the whole Master/slave thing with you and Dad. I even get the control thing with Lauren, but how is it that your both ok with her and I fucking." Hell, I wasn't sure I was ok with it in the cold light of morning. Mom turned from the stove with a plate of food and once again I was face to tit..., ahh face, with the sight of my mother's bosom. Those magnificent breasts and those huge nipples with the shiny rings through them seemed to levitate just above the corset. I downed a gulp of coffee to cure a sudden dry mouth. "You're a dominate, just like your father. A submissive like your sister or myself just naturally wants you to take us. In the most primitive parts of our brains we recognize the best choice for mating and submit. Your sister and I are both on birth control, so the only issue is one of religious bias and no one in this house was raised to blindly believe in anything. If there is no hurt involved and it's consensual, what could possibly be wrong with loving us physically as you love us as family?" Ok, not enough coffee or way too much information to process this early in the morning. Or maybe it was the fact that my mothers shaved pussy and soft tits were staring me in the face. Either way my brain wasn't working. Overload. Tilt. Nobody home, leave a message. I didn't say a word; I just took the plate and began to eat. Somewhere in that small subconscious hind brain, a message was trying to reach the part of me that was frozen. I watched Mom fill another plate and place it on a tray. She smiled at me and headed upstairs with Dads breakfast before the animal part of the mind finally got my attention. Mom had talked about both her and my sister wanting to serve and mate, with me. I hate when coffee decides to go down into the lungs instead of the stomach. I blew coffee all over the table and half the kitchen. When I could breathe again, I cleaned up the mess, salvaged what I could of my now cold breakfast, and decided that what I needed was a shower and a change of clothes. Of course, I had completely forgotten what was waiting in my bedroom. Waiting, because she was still chained to the bed frame. I released the cuffs and ankle chains. My sister immediately dropped to the floor, on her knees with her arms crossed in front of her, head touching the rug and her palms turned up. Did you ever get the feeling you stumbled into some game where everybody knew the rules but you? That's kinda how I was feeling as I stood staring down at my sister in the most appealing position I have ever seen an actual woman in. I must have stood there for two minutes just admiring the shape of her ass and her naked body in such a submissive pose. "Son." My father's voice came from the hall. "Your sister's upturned palms means she's asking permission to speak to you." "Oh, sorry." I have got to get a manual for this bdsm thing. "Lauren you have permission to talk." "Thank you Master, may I go use the bathroom? Please." Stupid that's me, tie her up all night and then... "Yeah go ahead." Lauren was up in a flash and into the bathroom before I could blink. "When you have a few minutes, son, we need to talk." Lauren for the first time I could remember hadn't closed and locked the door and put music on before peeing. She used to be a real pain about anyone even hearing her in the bathroom, now she sat with her legs spread wide and the door wide open peeing noisily as I watched. "Sure, Dad as soon as I get cleaned up. I'll be right down." I turned away from my sister and removed my coffee soaked shirt. I heard the toilet flush and then the water start in the shower. Old habits are the hardest ones to break especially habits from your childhood and sibling rivalries. As soon as I heard the water start I just knew Lauren was gonna jump in the shower ahead of me and I'd have to wait a half hour while she used up all the hot water, just like when we were growing up. "Your showers ready, Master." Lauren said before I could put my foot in my mouth. I think I could start to like this new submissive sister. Hands came around my waist from behind and I could feel those wonderfully warm tits pressed into my back as she undid my pants and lowered all my clothes to the floor. Lauren led me into the shower and proceeded to wash me from head to toe. She even had me sit on the shower seat while she massaged my feet and gave me a partial pedicure. Watching her kneeling in the showers path, hair soaked and water running down her body and off her breasts I got wood in an instant. Once she finished my feet she proceeded to lick her way up my legs and suck my cock deep into her throat. I just sat back and watched this beautiful wet woman give me the best blow job I'd had in my life. Lauren asked permission to wash herself and I joined in. Call me kinky, I think washing a woman's hair, feeling all the slick soapy sudsy strands slip between your fingers is one of the most sensuous things in the world. Yeah the water got cold. I didn't mind. Cold water does interesting things to nipples. But I digress, we rubbed each other dry and I hurried and got dressed, old habits again, but keeping Dad waiting too long was never a good idea in my youth and I didn't think he like waiting any better now. I found Dad in the living room, in his usual recliner. Dad was in his mid fifty's, with a touch of grey in his hair. He weighed in at just 20 pounds more than he had when he finished his tour with the army, thirty years ago. He never went to a gym, yet he kept himself in great shape. He was drinking a cup of coffee while reading the latest news off the web, as usual. The only thing that was different from every other time he had called me to talk was my mother kneeling half naked on a big pillow at his side. I'm just not used to seeing my mother half naked it threw me off stride. "Sit down, son. I believe you have questions, but for now just hold on to them and let me explain about the lifestyle you walked into. Your Mother was a wild child in high school and college. Not quite as wild as your sister, but for the times quite the rebel. When we began dating I was already into bondage and discipline but had yet to find a woman that could live it fulltime. Most collage girls want to experiment with bdsm just in the bedroom. Your Mother wasn't interested in it at all, until one weekend when I invited her to a lake for a four day getaway. She had flaked out on two prior dates with lame excuses when what she really had done was she went drinking and whoring around with her girlfriends." I was looking at my half naked and totally submissive mother, remembering all the time growing up how she had always been the calm, in charge business woman or the conservative mother. To find out she had been and I quote "a wild child and a rebel"; can ones world view survive if ones world has always been seen through rose colored glasses and they get smashed? My Father continued. "I picked her up the evening before I was supposed to: we had arraigned to meet early the next day. I figured if I waited she would have some excuse and later found out she had told some friends she was going to the beach to party with her girlfriends. I gave her some excuse about needing to get started early, picked up her bag (packed for the beach), and escorted her to the car." "The cabin really is near a lake just not the one your mother expected. This one was way off by itself and there I began to teach your Mother about bondage and discipline." My father paused as my naked and chained sister came in, set a pillow beside my chair, and knelt. "It was a wild four days of fights, spankings, arguments, and drama. The last day she decided she wanted to try to be both my submissive and her own woman. Three months later she accepted both my collar and my marriage proposal." He reached down and caressed her breast and I could swear I almost could hear my mother purring. "Now son there are as many ways to be in a dominate and submissive relationship as there are ways for people to be together. Some people are into bdsm as a weekend or bedroom activity or as a sort of foreplay to sex. Some are into severe humiliation or pain and some are into the fantasy or gorean style of bdsm. Your mother is not a pain slut or into humiliation, she simply likes having someone else control her life at home as she has to control so many lives at work." He paused and looked at my sister who immediately dropped her head. "Your sister on the other hand needs discipline of a more corporeal nature. She not only needs control but punishment and a bit of pain." I looked down at her kneeling, head down, submissive. I reached down and wrapped my hand in her hair, using it to lift her up and back so I could look into her suddenly wide eyes. "I believe I could handle that." My Father nodded, "I am beginning to believe you can too. I wasn't so sure before, you have always been a bit on the easy going side. Very well, we will continue this later. I have some work to finish up at the office and a golf game this afternoon. I won't exactly leave you in charge just yet but you may work with your mother and sister and I'll give your mother leave to correct you and answer any questions." That's how I found my self with two submissive and willing females and nothing to do on a Saturday, but to learn how to dominate them. Sounds like fun, right? One, I have never had two women at one time. I came close once but the second coed passed out before we got past alternating kisses. Two, I still really wasn't all that sure just what this D/s stuff was all about. Three, well it was my Mother and sister and I was still having a bit of a problem with that concept. That's when my mind unfroze from the morning's revelations and finally began sending messages to the rest of me. You, my stupid friend, have complete control and permission to examine those tits you have been staring at since the day you were born. What the hell are you waiting for? I had never dared to order my Mother around so I should be forgiven if my first order was rather tenuous. "Mom, I'd like you over here beside me." I pointed at the other side of the chair opposite my sister. Mom smiled and picked up her pillow in her teeth and proceeded to crawl over to the place I had assigned her. There was something so feral and sexy about a woman crawling, her nude breasts hanging down and swaying to every move. The movement of her ass muscles as she crawled caused me to start thinking about what it would be like to be between those rounded globes and sunk deep in the hottest ass I'd ever seen on an older woman. She dropped the pillow from her mouth and swatted it like a kitten playing with a ball until it lay right next to me. She crawled around the pillow in a big circle before kneeling on it and spreading her bent legs, straightening her back and thrusting out those beautiful tits. Where Lauren's hair was a dark reddish brown, Mom was more a golden brown. Lauren wore her hair down to the center of her back; Mom wore it just below her collar. Beyond that their body styles were close to identical. Mom's tit's may have hung a little lower and weren't quite as filled out as Lauren's but both had heavy slightly conical shaped nipples and large teats. I reached down and caressed my Mothers breasts. I lifted them from underneath and slid the nipples through my fingers giving just the smallest of pulls at the end. My Mother sighed. Emboldened I wrapped my fingers in her hair and turned her face towards me. I bent to her and hesitated just before touching those smiling lips. Gently at first then with more force I kissed her, bit her lower lip, pressed my tongue in her mouth. She relaxed and kissed back with those incredible soft lips. My free hand continued to explore, squeeze, and fondle her boobs as I kissed her. How long I kept it up I haven't a clue but when I released her hair she was shaking. "Would my Master care to take this one to bed?" There it was. The invitation I had thought I heard this morning, now boldly stated. It took me three tries to say "Yes!" My mother took my hand and brought me to my feet, and then she leaned in and whispered in my ear to release my sister to her chores. "Lauren, get on with your chores, we'll be back later." Damn, I don't know how I could have forgotten Lauren was on the other side of the chair, well yes, I do, like I said I'm new to this whole dom/two women thing. Watching Mom's ass as she headed up the stairs in front of me I had a thought. "Stop." I actually ordered my Mother. "Spread your legs." My Mother stopped on the stair above me and spread her sleek muscled legs as wide as the staircase would allow. I reached out and ran my hands from her ankles up the insides of her legs, when I reached her ass I spent several minutes just feeling how tight, and firm it was. I tickled her anus with one hand while allowing the other to reach around and find her clit. I must have been too involved because she warned me if she didn't move soon that her legs were going to give out. "Onward. To the bed room." I gave the command with a little swat to her nice pink butt. Maybe this doming thing wasn't that hard after all. Yeah, right! She walked into her and Dad's bedroom and knelt there on the floor. OK dom-nuts now what? It's one thing to fantasize about your mother being your sex slave, it's something totally different to be in your parent's room staring at your mom, naked, spread, and awaiting your command. Hey, I covered my nervousness by wandering around the forbidden zone examining everything. This was the room, my parent's room, a place I was forbidden to enter without their presence, my whole childhood. Some things had changed. They used to have a queen size bed, now it was a big four poster, dark wood, king size bed, with drawers underneath the bed was higher than most beds I'd ever seen. I gave up. "Mom, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now." My mother smiled a gentle smile and stood gracefully. She walked to my side and sat me on the bed. "My darling son. Forget that I'm your Mother, for today I am a naked female that's willing to do whatever You want to do!" She knelt in front of me and placed her head in my lap, giving me time to absorb what she was saying. So if this was just another woman and we were in this situation what would I want? Her warm breath in my lap woke the snake brain and it knew what it wanted immediately. I reached down and unzipped my jeans. My new slave knew what I wanted. She rubbed her face across my pants and slipped her fingers into the opening, freeing that hard pole of flesh from its confines. Her tongue wrapped around the shaft and moistened it as she worked her way along its length. She reached up and unbuttoned the jeans, then slid me free of both jeans and underwear in one slow steady move. I pulled off my shirt and had a moment of (hey, dummy, your naked with a hard on and your mothers kneeling in front of you) shock. She didn't let me have time to adjust, her warm wet mouth simply slid over the head of my cock and she began to slowly suck in the entire length. I buried my hands in her hair, not to control her but just so I could feel her as she began to bob up and down on my dick, licking and sucking. I could feel my cock pop into her throat each time she got all the way down to the root of me. Her throat would pulse as she did some sort of swallowing thing and it felt like she was milking my cock with her throat muscles. One of her hands was cupping and gently squeezing my balls while the other was wrapped around my back, gripping my ass and using my body to help her pull her self into my groin. I was glad I had cum earlier with my sister (trust me, I am still having some mental conflicts there too) it allowed me to enjoy my mothers blowjob for many extra minutes, instead of popping off in her mouth at the first forbidden touch. I was watching my Mother suck cock, her breasts bobbing as she slurped her way up and down the cock sticking into her mouth. Too much, the snake overloaded. "Mom." I tried to warn her, she went all the way down and swallowed and kept swallowing as I pumped out more cum than I had ever shot in my life. I collapsed back on the bed totally out of it. My only coherent thought was enjoying the gentle licking and cleaning my mother was doing to my semi-erect member with her tongue. When I could think again, my first thought was that as great as my sister was at blowjobs Mom could still teach her a thing or two. It hit me again I just cock my cock sucked by my mother. "Thank you, Mother!" Family Ties Ch. 02 "My pleasure, Master!" She remained on her knees. I sat up and patted the bed beside me. "Tell about how you and Dad do this." She laughed, "Pretty much the same way we just did." Ok, stupid way to phrase my request. "I mean what sort of bdsm are you into?" "I enjoy being bound and teased, lightly spanked and roughly fucked. I love to give a man head. I love to be tied up and have a man take me in the rear. I love when a man controls himself and me until I cum wither I have permission or not. I do not enjoy the punishment this brings, but I get turned on knowing that He will punish me regardless of my feelings." Listening to her describe how she liked to be fucked was returning the life to a part of me I could have sworn had died for several hours at least. Not so said the snake, where's the pussy? I asked Mom to show me what Dad used to tie her. She opened a drawer under the bed full of ropes and cuffs, chains and locks. She explained how to fasten the leather cuffs, how to check that they weren't too tight cutting off circulation. I was strapping on the bindings as she explained, in mere minutes, I had her ankles and wrists locked in cuffs. I sat back on the bed and told her to finish stripping. The girdle was no problem and the garter belt came off in a flash, however I made a newbie dom mistake. I put on the cuffs over the stockings and left her no way to remove them. I started to reach for the keys to unlock the ankle cuffs when Mom tore the stockings to shreds, removing them without taking off her bindings. I made a note. She would follow orders and if a mistake were made I would be the one responsible. I looked around the room and began to notice things I would normally have missed or not paid attention to. The four poster bed had rings embedded in the posts near the tops and the bed rails, headboard, and footboard had places where ropes had rubbed small groves in the wood. I remembered a collection of carabineers in the drawer. I knew what they were from a class in mountain climbing I had taken in high school. I lead my Mother to the end of the bed and used a couple to fasten her arms to the post, using the D ring on her wrist cuffs. I used the rope and D rings to tie her ankles to separate posts, gently pulling until she was spread wide open and helpless. Now for the first time I examined my Mothers body at my leisure. I played with and suckled her tits; I ran my fingers through her hair and had her suck on them. I knelt in front of the holy of holies, her wet and pink cunt. Spreading the lips gently, I explored the mystery of mysteries. I lightly rubbed my fingers over her clit, watching, as the shiny pink knob grew firm. I began licking at the bud, then let my tongue slip into her juicy cunt and go as deep as I could extend it. I may not have been any great shakes as a dom but I know my way around a woman's body. I had my Mother moaning in minutes and ready to explode soon after. That's when I stopped and began opening the other drawers under the bed. I sifted through toys and vibrators and dildos in one drawer. Whips and paddles and many different types of clamps, some I knew, some I had no clue about but was interested in figuring out at another time. I returned to my Mothers bound form and began to stimulate her again. This time I also explored her anus with my finger, using a tube of lube I found with the vibrators. When she reached the point where her breathing was harsh and the moaning was getting rather loud, I again stopped and went into the bathroom for a quick piss. Humm. Well, time enough to ask about that fantasy later, maybe with sis, I wasn't sure I was ready to go there with my mother. I continued to explore drawers and found her corsets. Everything from 1800's cotton drawstrings to ultra mod latex and chrome clamps. Dad must really have a corset fetish. The next drawer had leg irons and spreader bars and some intricate metal shapes that looked like I should know what they were but... oh well another thing to discuss later. I returned to tormenting my mother/slave bring her time and again to the point of cumming and wandering away. The last time her hips kept jerking as if humping a cock, trying to spill over the edge. I heard her mutter "Bastard" under her breath and made a note to punish her later. I climbed on the bed behind her and lowered my self down between her legs. One quick thrust later I was buried deep in the place I had emerged from 22 years earlier. I reached around and worked on her clit as I fucked moms pussy, when she was at her peak and I was ready to explode once again I whispered "Cum!" She flooded hot liquid over my cock as I blew hot spunk back up her cunt hole. She screamed and I answered. When I finally finished I wrapped myself around her and hugged my Mother for several minutes. When she finally stopped shaking and hung limp in her cuffs I began to release her. I toppled her onto the bed and crawled in beside her, as we drifted off to a well deserved nap I heard her whisper "My Son, My Master." Family Ties Ch. 02 We could see him spasm as he shot about four good streams down mom's throat. She swallowed every drop as it came out with eagerness. After all these years she has not stopped loving cum and I admire her for that. She slowly removed her lips from his cock and a few drops slid down the length of his cock. She looked at us and smiled and urged Danny over with a crooked finger. Danny looked at me and I smiled to say 'go for it'. Danny crawled over to their lounger and mom offered her dad's cock. Mom smiled over at me as Danny started to lick his still hard gleaming cock. She smiled up at my mom and dad as she lapped at all the extra cum on his cock. Mom gave me a huge smile of approval and I smiled back at her as well. Danny cleaned up all the cum on dad's cock and then looked up at Sue. Mom then leaned over and kissed Danny on the mouth. Dad and I watched as the two of them kissed for a few minutes swapping some cum back and forth. Finally they broke the kiss and Danny came back over to me and kissed me for a little bit as well. I could taste the sweet cum on her lips as we kissed and I loved it. "Wow you were not kidding when you said it was quite open around here huh!" "No I was not Danny," I replied. "I think I may like it here after all," she replied. I leaned over and kissed her again and toyed with her dark erect nipples. I rubbed them between my fingers as they became harder and harder. She reached out for my cock and stroked it slowly, rubbing the still wet cum leftovers all over it. We lay back for a few minutes and relaxed in the warm sunshine. I was soon hard again but just enjoyed it and her hand without thinking anything sexual. I also continued to stroke Danni's nipples and she gently moaned as I did this. We continued on like this for about twenty minutes or so. I looked over at mom and dad to see what they were up to and they were playing slowly as well. Mom was lying on her stomach as dad slowly stroked her ass crack and once in a while inserted a finger or two in her hole. I know because I know the sound she makes when her ass is penetrated. She makes a low moan and purr almost when it happens. She smiled up at me from where she as and I smiled back. "Anyone want anything to drink?" asked mom. "Sure," we all said. "Let me get something then for us" she said. "Danni would you like to help me?" "Love to," she replied as she got up and left for the house with Susan. Dad and I watched them walk towards the house, their asses swaying beautifully as they walked. I could not help but feel lucky as they walked away from us! "Danni looks like she is quite the nice girl" dad said. "She is David," I said. "Very nice ass, have you played in there yet?" "Of course I have and she loves it!" "Excellent son." "I hope you keep this one." "I plan to dad." "How is her family?" "I have met them but I am not sure if they are as open as we are" I said. "I do not know how Danni became so open about everything but I do plan on asking" "Would be nice to find out huh." "Yes of course more playmates are always better." Dad got up, his hard ten inches bouncing in front of him as he came over to where I was sitting and sat beside me. I left him some room beside me as he sat down. We lay back on the lounger and he put his arm around my shoulders and I let my hand rest on his leg just inches from that hard cock of his. After a few minutes I could not resist and reached out for it and held it in my hand. I loved the way it felt so soft and warm at the same time! I smiled up at him as I stroked his hard cock. We are all shaved here at our home so it was nice to feel his bare cock and balls in my hand. He let out a soft sound as I played with his nuts. He had quite the large pair on him. I always loved playing with my dad's cock any chance I got. We were always allowed as kids to explore with them any chance we had as long as we were alone and strangers were not there. That was our only rule: unless those outsiders were carefully vetted they got to know nothing about our home life. We also had them sign a form to that effect as well as take some shots of them for security. This allowed us to be open without fear of retribution. And it has worked for many years now. He smiled at me as I played with his cock and he held me. I looked up at him and he leaned over and kissed me. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue and we kissed for a few minutes. We did not even hear the girls come back until someone said something. "Looks like we cannot leave them alone or they get into trouble Danni" mom said. Danni laughed at this and they put the drinks down on the table in front of us. I looked up at Danni still holding dad's cock and she smiled at me. She knew from day one that I was bisexual and had no issues with this. This is what we loved about each other. Her and mom grabbed a drink each and sat on the other lounger beside us. I took a sip of my drink and put it down. Dad continued to sip his while I slipped down to his groin. I held his cock and took a lick at the tip of his warm cock. "That is so hot!" mom said and Danni nodded in agreement. "I love watching you two." Mom and Danni sat back and watched as my lips and tongue worked over dad's large cock. I lapped at the leaking head and the warm shaft as well. I let my tongue move down to his large nuts and I licked them as I let a finger slip inside his warm asshole. He loved it when I did that and he was never disappointed with assplay. I continued to stroke my finger in and out of his ass while I sucked on his fine cock. I did not want him to cum in my mouth yet as I had better plans for him. While I sucked him I looked up to see the girls watching us with great interest. Danni was in awe as I sucked dad's cock and I saw her smile as I looked up at her gorgeous face. She smiled back at me as I licked his cock and drilled a finger in dad's ass. I have always loved the taste of cock and dad's was especially lovely. I am so glad that we were raised to be open and bi at our home. I cannot imagine those who have missed out on this opportunity! To be continued... Family Ties Ch. 03 This story has taken on its own life and even I don't know where it's going next. Comments, suggestions on the direction you'd like this story to take, and as always votes gratefully accepted. Dom Woolf * Seating in the back seat of my family's S.U.V. heading for my first bdsm party, I was once again struck by how much my life had changed in the last week. I had come home from college for the summer to discover my family's biggest secret. My father was a Dominate bondage master and my mother and sister were submissive slaves to him and now to me. Yep! That's the part that is blowing my mind; my Mother and my Sister are my sexual and daily slaves. By that I mean that not only do I get to have sex with them, but also they serve me on every level as submissive's. If I want for anything they do their best to see that I get it, food, cleaning, laundry, a massage, whatever I want they provide. It seems like the perfect deal right? There is a down side or maybe I should say a responsibility side. It's my task to make sure they aren't hurt in any dangerous manner by what we do. I am responsible if they are exposed and thereby lose jobs or attract attention by the police. I am in charge and so must make sure that they stay healthy and aren't exposed to s.t.d.'s or a.i.d.'s, etc. Hey, I am just learning this Dom stuff and haven't quite figured it all out yet. That brings me back to the car ride. We are going to my first bdsm party, which according to my Dad is a group of like minded kinky (His word not mine) people that meet to do and discuss and practice sort of semi-public bondage and discipline on and to each other. My father is escorting my Mother as his submissive and I am taking my sister (though I have been told that for today she is just to be referred to as my slave L. I guess even to kinky people incest is still a bit taboo. Hell until a week ago making it with my mother and sister would have set off all my social conditioning alarms. How it came about is a whole nother story. Suffice it to say I got into it by a weird set of circumstances, but now I am loving every moment of it. The party was being given by people my Father knew (don't ask me how I don't know and am not sure I want to), they don't know my mom or me and sis, so however we are introduced should be accepted. Dad intends to introduce me as a family friend and his slave, that way if the opportunity comes along for me to play with my mother it won't look too hinky. I hope it does, so far the play we have managed has been elementary school level by my Fathers standards; but I am learning. I have spent more time on the internet and surfing bondage web sites than I probably spent last semester at college doing school work. The things I am learning that people do to one another has been an education all on its own. Did you know that there are women (and men I suppose) that enjoy such high levels of pain that they allow their Masters to nail parts of them (tits and pussy lips and hands) to boards while they are beat with sticks (called canes or crops) or whips (too many different kinds to even count) and they both (Master and slave) get off on it. Ok, One, I am not into causing that much pain to anyone. Two, my mom has already said she isn't into that kind of heavy pain play. And three, I'm not sure what my sister is into as I haven't gotten the nerve so far to ask her. That reminds me, did you know this whole bdsm thing has rules? The first and foremost according to what I have read and my father is S.S.C. (safe sane and consensual. In other words whatever play you get into has to be safe for the slave to experience should not have people questioning you or your slave's sanity and must be agreed upon before hand between all parties. This one rule covers a lot of ground when you stop and think about it. If you don't know the toy your about to use on somebody and haven't experienced it yourself on your own body then it's not safe or sane to use on somebody else. Consensual is sort of self explanatory, nobody can buy or sell people (at least in this country) so a slave is a slave by their own consent and wishes. Going beyond what they agree to is both rape and assault, neither of which the police find funny. For the most part I expect to do a lot of observation at this party and very little playing. I know how very little I understand about domination and submission and bondage in general so I will observe and learn. Dad surprised me this afternoon when he invited me into his room and showed me the outfits he had picked out for our slaves to wear. Corsets, big surprise dad has a fetish for women in corsets. Garter belts and stockings, high heeled spiked shoes; just looking at them hurt my feet. Low cut matching tops, thin white with puffy sleeves and no shoulders and finally, black leather short skirts slit up the sides. (Sitting next to sis the slit was open high enough I knew she wasn't wearing panties.) He then showed me what we would be wearing. White French looking long sleeve shirts, open deep on the chest and black leather pants with some kind of tied flap in front. Topped off with big knee high black boots. I thought we looked like pirates and was wondering if this was a costume party, but I figured I didn't know enough yet to question. Once we arrived and were ushered in I was glad I hadn't asked. If anything we were underdressed. While I was being introduced to our host and hostess (him in black leather with silver rings from head helmet to boots and her in a harem outfit or at least the skirt was, the top was pulled down exposing her small tits and silver rings) I saw many outfits weirder than ours. Everything from full leather to some kind of wrap around diaper, pony harnesses complete with tail to total nudes up to and including one girl without a hair on her body. I later realized there were plenty of people in just plain jeans, dresses and such, but with the fantasy outfits drawing the eye they kinda get overlooked. Dad or I should say Master Richard, as he is known here, led us through the house past a dining room with a table piled with munchies in a buffet style and out to the homes three car garage. The space had been converted to a playroom. Soft carpet, hard wood walls, and a plethora of bondage equipment. There was a Saint Andrews cross, which is basically a big X, a medical exam table with stirrups, a padded table with all sorts of tie down points and a big wheel mounted to the far wall. At least I thought it was mounted, as a girl was tied spread eagle to it, however I saw another young woman begin to spin it and watched as the girl was rotated upside down. I have to admit I was doing the wide eyed kid in a candy store routine. I mean lets face it except for porno videos and one naked pool party at college (doesn't count by that time everyone had stripped off, I was too wasted to appreciate the view much less have a clear memory the next morning) I had never seen so many naked or semi naked bodies. Ages varied from young (late teens to early twenties types) to mature (my parents age) to old. One grandpa with a grey beard and white hair, who by the way, was with the youngest looking girl at the party. Along one wall were toy bags belonging to the guests, while above fastened to or hanging from the wall were whips, floggers crops, cuffs and a variety of toys (I don't know what the heck they were or were for). Dad dropped his toy bag in an open space and turned to my mother. He unzipped the front and rear zippers on her skirt turning it into four panels held on at the waist. I saw him clip her wrist cuffs together behind her back before slowly pulling her top even farther down until it just barely covered her nipples. He locked a leash on her collar, winked at me, and led her off to a group standing around talking. (Ok, Oh domly one, Your at a bdsm party with a young and willing slave, so what now?) I hate it when my mind whispers sarcastic things to me trying to goad me into action. I mean, I'd get there by my self; I didn't need to be prodded. I bent down and started looking through the toy bag. Ahh another leash. I clipped it to Laurens collar. There was also a light suede flogger. I got that out and a couple of short pieces of rope. I had an idea, whither or not I could carry it out was another thing. Leading Lauren to the big cross I was almost ready to tie her on when I remembered my first newbie Dom mistake. You remove the clothes before tying up the slave, dummy. I reached over and lifted Laurens top up and over her head in one smooth movement. She started to cover her tits with her hands, but stopped and put her arms back down. (Later I found out this was her first party also and she had never been nude in front of strangers before.) I undid the buttons on the side of her skirt and watched it fall to the floor, then unfastened the corset leaving Lauren delightfully naked. I took her wrist and tied the cuff to one of the rings of the cross, I did the same to her other wrist, then spread her legs and fastened the rope around her ankle and snugged up against the cross. Stepping back I took a moment to admire my work. A beautiful young woman spread out in an x, tied at wrist and ankle, her hair falling down her naked back. High heels and stockings and a garter belt showcasing her bare and rounded behind. It needed something... I remembered and ran back to the toy bag. I pulled Laurens head back by her hair and as her mouth opened I inserted the small cock shaped gag between her lips. I pulled it tight and fastened it behind her head. I remembered to check and make sure it wasn't too tight. (Very nice, oh domly one, but now what?) Watch and see oh sarcastic twit. I reached between my sisters spread legs and began to rub her clit. She began to squirm most delightfully. I could feel her getting wet and transferred some of that moisture to her tiny brown ring, she clenched her ass muscles, and I spanked her butt. That got such a nice reaction that I continued to spank her. I used one hand to rub her clit and the other to alternate swatting her ass cheeks until they were glowing a nice rosy red. I was hearing nice muffled gasps and groans from my sister and maybe a bit of pleading but it was hard to say. I remembered (ok a little late) and went and got a small ball for her to hold. The ball is so she can drop it if things got to be too much for her as safe wording with a gag just doesn't work too well. I was really getting into this. Something about her helplessness, hanging off the cross and being wide open and spread, unable to resist the spankings and the fingers invading her intimate areas had me harder than I have ever been. I had seen a few other couples fucking, some bound, some not and what's the use of a bound and naked female, if you aren't going to fuck her; I ask you? I undid the flap (ok sometimes I'm dense. Of course that's what the flap was for) on the fancy pants dad had supplied and freed the steel bar that used to be a soft part of me. I stepped in close and shoved that rod right up her waiting and wet pussy. I used her big tits to hold onto her and fucked my sister for all I was worth. I could feel her respond, pressing back and down to meet my thrusts. Anticipation is a bitch; I came deep in her womb in seconds. I admit I hung there for at least a minute, squeezing and pulling on her breasts, but Man when you come that hard it takes a few to recover. I stepped back to find both my Father and my down on her knees mother watching, as well as several other people. My father snapped his fingers and my mother crawled over and cleaned my cum soaked and pussy moistened cock with her lips, then dried it with her hair. Ok that got me hard and embarrassed. I tucked myself away as she crawled back to my Fathers side. Dad picked up the flogger I had set down (and forgotten frankly) and asked if I minded, pointing it towards Laurens bound form. I waved him towards her, he handed me my mothers leash and took up a position behind my sister. He started with a twirling motion and slowly moved closer until the blur of the spinning flogger straps were making contact with Laurens pert little ass. He would slowly move the flogger from side to side covering her entire butt cheeks. The red glow began to take on a deeper hue and Laurens was wiggling and thrusting forwards to no avail as the flogger followed her every twitch. Dad snapped the ends up and around his head and across her back flipping sis's hair up and away from her now exposed back. He began a figure eight motion, decorating her naked backside with a cross of it's own from the raised and whipped skin. Laurens groans were louder now and timed to each strike of the flogger, but she had not dropped the ball so the session continued. Dad now alternated his strokes, stepping into her position and letting the ends of the straps wrap around her body and across her tits and nipples. Laurens moans took on a new tone and she seemed to be fighting the ropes holding her wrists. Every few minutes, Dad would stop; run his hands over her entire body, checking for any strike that may have caused damage. He would use this time to reach around and pull her nipples or squeeze her boobs. He also reached between her legs and finger fucked her pussy, rubbing her clit and asshole with her own juices. I could tell from the way her hips and ass were moving, almost as if she was humping the air, that she was really close to cumming. That's when Dad started whipping the flogger between her spread legs. Each time the leather struck the tender flesh of sis's pussy she screamed into the cock gag in her mouth. It's weird but the muffled effect of her screaming through the gag was more of a turn on then if she had been screaming out load. It was as if the gag by controlling her screams added to her helplessness in my mind. My little snake head was fully aroused once again and painfully pushing at the flap of these leather pants. (Hey dummy! There is a hot and waiting mouth doing nothing at the moment just inches away, use it.) Mom. I had been so totally absorbed in watching Dad flog my sister I had forgotten I had mom's leash in my hand. I pulled on her leash and pointed to the bulge tenting my trousers. Mom crawled over and undid the flap with her teeth, that in it self was a relief. Her hot and wet mouth closing around my way too engorged cock was ecstasy itself. I just had to do it. I know she said she was not into pain all that much but I just couldn't help myself. I reached down and freed my mother's right tit from the corset and twisted her nipple as she continued to suck my shaft. I heard her give a little yelp that was muffled by my cock in her mouth. Looking up, I saw my father had dropped the flogger and undone his flap. Damn Dad's cock was a thick hard shaft bigger than mine was and he pointed it at the rosy rear entrance of my sister butt. I had sorta figured he might after watching him lube it with my sister's own cunt juices as he played with and flogged her. What I couldn't have imagined was what the sight of my Fathers thick cock pressing inch by inch, deep in my sister's ass, her body squirming and trying to escape the painful intruder, would do to me. I had buried my hands in my mother hair and was face fucking her like a street whore. Her right breast hanging from her top, bouncing at each thrust. Her hair entwined and being painfully used to force her down on the cock of her son. The drool and saliva escaping her lips and running down her chin forming clear white chains that pooled on her breasts. Too much. I came deep into her throat, holding her face smashed against my groin. And came and came. When I finally released her, she fell back onto the floor, coughing cum and spit while trying to draw in huge lungs full of air. Her face smeared with fluids and her tit dangling in mid air dripping liquid from the nipple. As her son, I was both concerned about her being ok and slightly horrified at the idea that I had just faced fucked my mother in front of a room full of people while watching my dad ass fuck my sister. As a guy, the sight of this beautiful woman who had just been fucked, lying on the carpet, collared, half exposed and covered in cum and other fluids was probably the single most erotic image I had ever seen. God I wished I had a camera. I bent down next to her and whispered. "Mom are you going to be alright?" She coughed a few more times before turning her cum coved face towards me and smiled. "That was a little more intense than I expected. I will be fine Master. May I get cleaned up now? I helped her to her feet, uncuffed her wrists, and led her over to the toy bag where dad kept moist towelettes and a couple of small towels. While helping her clean off the remains of my deeds and cleaning myself up, I suddenly remembered what started this. I turned towards My Father and my sister's fuck and flog fest just in time to see dad tell her to cum as he shoved into her ass so hard he literally picked her off her feet with his cock. They both came hard. Dad's arms wrapped around her body, holding himself up by putting his weight on her. Lauren was slumped against the cross, as limp as I have ever seen a human body. Mom tapped my foot; I looked down and saw she had a set of towels and the first aid kit out of the bag. I nodded picked up the kit and led her crawling at the end of her leash over to her master and my slave sister. Dad had regained his feet by then and we both worked at untying my sister's body from the cross and laying her down on the floor. Dad ordered mom to fetch water and chocolate from the buffet. Water I understood, later I was to find that the chocolate helps the body regain its energy levels. We examined Laurens body, bruising and red marks, a few small tears from the tips of the flogger and her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw. Dad treated and wrapped her wrists and ankles and told me in a quiet voice that he would show me how to tie her so that didn't happen again. "She's fine but she's toast. She's way into subspace and when she comes out of it she's going to be exhausted." I nodded like I had a clue what he meant. "I guess we will just be observers the rest of the night." My Father gave me one of those looks and again went quiet. "I had thought that was what you were going to do to begin with." Opps that had been the plan. Somehow I had just gotten caught up in the whole thing. Dad offered to clean up the equipment, something one is always supposed to do so the next people using it get clean and sanitary use of the toys as well. He suggested (ordered) that I might want to take my slave to one of the couches and keep her warm and get her rehydrated and feed. I took his (suggestion) and the water bottles mom brought as well as the plates of fruits and chocolate over to a couch and wrapped Lauren in a light blanket while feeding her bites and sips. While doing the aftercare, I was able to sit and watch as a slightly overweight middle aged blond was stripped and cuffed to the med exam table. She was partially surrounded by her Dom and another couple who proceeded to play with her body as they poured a warm bottle of oil over her from neck to pussy. The bottle came out of an oversized pot of water steam still rising from top. I wondered why they needed such a large pot for a relatively small bottle of extra virgin olive oil. I got distracted by the sight of the standing women's hand, coated in oil being pressed into the bound woman's gaping pussy. The Dom and his friend were busy playing with and oiling her tits and upper body, with occasional slaps to her ass and teats. The woman was really grinding her small hand into the wide open and now oil dripping cunt and getting the most sensual moans from the bound submissive when I saw the Dom reach into the pot and pull out a jar of melted red wax. He touched it with his finger and then poured a few drops on the back of his hand from varying heights. Seemingly satisfied He held the jar over the med table and began to drip hot wax on the bound woman's body. Family Ties Ch. 03 He moved from place to place dropping a few drops here and there, each drop eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the victim. The other man removed a green jar from the pot and also began to cover her naked flesh with hot wax. All the while the other woman kept up a steady push, pull and twisting motion burying her hand to the wrist in wet and oiled vagina. Now the strapped down female began to moan and twist her head from side to side. I watched as drops here and there became poured streams of molten wax that ran down the curves of the flesh and pooled here and there. Other colors came out of the pot, covering the already poured wax and finding areas untouched to coat with the hot liquid paraffin. A jar of deep blue wax was handed to the woman who withdrew her hand leaving the cunt spread wide open for her to pour the hot mixture in and over. I watched the submissive strain to the limits of her strap's with an audible intake of breath as the molten liquid coated her erect clit and ran down and into her tender pink opening. More wax came out of the pot and layer after layer coated the woman's body. By now Lauren had recovered somewhat and spread the blanket to cover both our laps as she stroked my cock while watching this bizarre waxing. We could see the woman's upper chest rise and fall as she took huge breaths one after another. Her face and hair were soaked with sweat. The room was cool enough to me but then I wasn't covered with hot wax. The three waxers were now using their hands to shape and mold the cooling mixture of multi colored paraffin, making sure that every inch from neck to pussy was coated several layers deep. At last they stepped back and stood watching as their human sculpture cooled and hardened. Their mold lay quiet on the table as they gave her some water and mopped the sweat from her face. Finally I could see that the Dom decided it had hardened enough and the three began to slip their oil renewed and coated hands under the edges and work the wax free. It took quite some time before they lifted the wax covering from the woman's body almost intact. They had had to cut around her pussy and pull that part free separately. It came out like a dildo of blue from where it had filled her well oiled cunt. Lauren was the one that pointed out to me the skin of the woman that had been waxed was bright red from the heat and still coated in oil which the three took advantage of almost immediately. The dom slid into the just opened hole vacated by the blue wax and his friend climbed on the woman's chest, covering his hard cock with overheated and warm tit flesh as he tit fucked her. The woman released some lever and dropped the submissive' head back until she could stand on the small shelf at the bottom of the table and place her own pussy directly over the submissive' mouth. I watched in awe as the three fucked the woman in a ballet of sex. While watching people fuck is defiantly enjoyable, I got distracted by the crack of a whip. Lauren and I moved to the other end of the garage turned dungeon. Hoisted to the tall ceiling by a mechanical winch was a semi-naked man, semi because his cock and balls were incased in a silver cover of some kind and his head was covered by a leather helmet that left only his eyes and mouth uncovered. The whip was being welded by a tall woman in an interesting dress; it covered her ass but had an uplifted front exposing her pussy. Her breast's were covered but bounced each time she moved and she was moving. In her hands was a six or seven foot whip that she snapped back and forth, each stroke landing on the exposed flesh of the male subbie causing him to sway and spin as the whip lashed his flesh leaving broad red stripes. That was way more pain than I was was comfortable with so I pulled Lauren by her leash and headed off for some food in the buffet. Fruit and chocolate was good energy food but once at the table I filled plates with chicken legs and thin sliced ham, deviled eggs and rolls. I found one seat open and sat down placing Laurens plate on the floor and having her kneel down beside my chair. Looking around I could see various forms of play continued even in here. The grandpa type I saw when we arrived had the young girl, did I mention she was dressed as a catholic schoolgirl, plaid skirt shorter than any nun would ever allow, a thin white button down shirt so thin that you could see the basic white bra clearly, and even a tie. White knee high socks and basic white panties completed the outfit. I could tell about the panties because gramps had her across his knees, plaid skirt raised to her waist and was busy pulling the panties down over her smooth creamy ass cheeks. Lauren and I ate while watching the young woman get a long slow spanking. Gramps started out slow, just swatting one cheek then the other, the girl squirming in his lap. When her cheeks began burning and turning red, the girl reached back to cover her ass cheeks. Gramps caught her wrists and removed her tie which he used to fasten her elbows together and then her wrists, in what I assumed was a reverse prayer from pics I have seen. Now he began to whale on the girls rear end not giving her time to recover between strokes. The girl was crying and beginning to wail and scream. Gramps stopped just long enough to finish removing her panties and stuff them in the girl's mouth effectively shutting her up. After five minutes or so (about half the overloaded plate of food) he dumped her off his lap and ordered her to stand up. She stood sniffling in front of him while he undid her skirt and dropped it around her ankles. From where I was seated I could see her ass cheeks were everything from pink to deep red darkening to purple. Gramps had a heavy hand. Once we finished eating, I took Lauren and wandered the party stopping to talk with various groups or couples. I learned quite a bit about different types of protocols and disciplines in the bdsm community. I admired many different slaves and pets and got quite a few compliments on my slave L. Dad found us just after midnight, toy bag, and Lauren's clothes in hand. It had become so natural to have Lauren naked at my knee; I almost forgot she would need clothes to get home. Once she was dressed we said our goodnights to our hosts and left. Quite the enjoyable night. Family Ties Ch. 04 Thank you for all the e-mailed suggestions on where to take this story. Please keep them coming. Thanks also for the regular comments and votes. Much appreciated. Dom Woolf * I have to admit that after three weeks of waking up next to nude and bound women, I am finally getting used to it. Now don't get me wrong I have enjoyed it thoroughly each and every day, but it does take some getting used too. What I mean is for 22 years I slept alone or for the few times I had a girlfriend stay over, sleep wasn't much on our minds. Anyway, for the last few weeks, I have been sleeping with one of my two shared slaves or the other. That's the other thing that has taken some time to get used too. I share two slaves with my Father. One of whom is my sister. The other is my mother. Ok yeah it's weird and taboo and kinky as hell, but both my sis and mom are submissive's. My father is their Master and now so am I. This takes some getting used too. This morning it was my mother, chained to the head and foot board of my new and larger bed. A double bed really isn't large enough to both tie a woman to and still have room for a second person to sleep comfortably. The king size that I now have is large enough to tie one on each side and still be comfortable sleeping in the middle. I decided to play with Mom to wake her up. After all her legs were already spread and that pussy was just so open and available. Who could resist? I licked my finger to get it wet and started rubbing on her clit. Mom started to squirm and moan even before she was fully awake. Enough play, I took my morning hard on and slipped between her legs, guiding it into her open pussy. Mom woke up with a nice intake of breath as I pressed myself in as far as I could go on the first stroke. I propped myself up on both arms so the only point of contact was my cock and her pussy. I started stroking, the long slow strokes that is my personnel favorite. I love the way it feels to have my cock rub slowly up into a warm and wet cunt and feel the drag against my dick as I pull back out. Fucking this way I can normally go for a long time and I did, watching my mothers face while fucking her. I find it unbelievably erotic to watch a woman pull against the hand cuffs locked to the steel bar across the head of my bed, feel her try to move her legs knowing they are fastened wide apart and she is helpless to resist. I admit it's not PC to enjoy fucking a helpless woman. Especially ones own Mother. It's probably not very politically correct to pull out and shoot you're cum all over her face and tits either, but it sure is fun. "Good morning, Mother." "What a wonderful way to wake up. Thank you, darling. May your mother please get up and use the potty before she pees the bed?" Mom was laughing, knowing that I enjoyed my morning fucks and seldom thought about her need to pee first thing in the morning. I unlocked her cuffs and watched her dash to the bath room; I lay back enjoying the warm soft bed and the feeling of coming down from my morning fuck. I must have fallen back asleep because the next thing I remember is the feeling of a warm wash cloth cleaning my cock and balls and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Opening my eyes was a treat, my mother bent over my cock, washing it, her lovely breasts hanging down and swaying back and forth slightly. I reached out to grasp one of those erect nipples and closed my hand around the cup of coffee Mom moved into my grasp. Oh well, that was almost as good. I sat up sipping the hot dark coffee and just watching my Mother's nude body as she went around the room, cleaning up clothes and toys and just generally straightening up. Moms got a great body for a woman in her mid forty's, shoulder length blondish brown hair, full large tits that hang a bit with these large nipples and golden rings piercing them. Her hips are wide and her ass is nicely rounded, her waist slopes in and her belly has just the slightest bulge, but Dad has her working on that. She has really nice muscular legs from bike riding. We got dressed, or I should say I did, Mom put on her usual slave outfit. Around the house she normally wore a corset, stockings and garters and high heels. Oh and a collar. The corset and garters were Dad's fetish. I noticed for the first time that Mom had a series of small scars across her ass, hardly noticeable but defiantly there. "Mom. What's with the scars on your butt?" She stopped and glanced back as if she could see them, "Oh those are from your Father's whip. Sometimes I'm a little hard to train." She grinned at me. "Your Father has his way of making sure I remember his lessons." I mused on that one for awhile while I finished my coffee. There was a sharp rap on the door before Dad stuck his head in. "Lauren's fixing breakfast if you can be ready in five." He vanished before I could answer as usual. "Let's go eat." I swatted Mom's ass as she headed out the door. I'm not sure how other people react and from what I have read in places were everyone is naked all the time, the gallant reflex as it's called doesn't pop up 24/7. (Recently I have been looking up all sorts of unusual subjects on the web.) In my case with the men being fully clothed and the women being half naked and dressed to be sexy, let's just say I was more aware of the uncomfortable state of my tent pole and the fact that it spent more time at attention than was the norm. It may be an urban legend that men think about sex every thirty seconds but I was doing my best to up the odds. Can you blame me? My Mother's walking around in a corset and garters, her tits hanging out and swaying in the breeze. Lauren my enormously big titted and big assed sister is kneeling beside my Father feeding him bits of bacon and wiping the grease on her naked tits. I was averaging five seconds at best. Dad announced he had a business meeting that would take him out of town for a few days and he was leaving me in charge. Whoa, talk about a comment coming out of left field. This would be my first time as head of the house and Master of all I surveyed. Ok a bit dramatic, but it would be my first time to be in charge of my Mother and sister as slaves. After breakfast, while the women cleaned up, Dad explained that the women knew their duties. If I didn't screw up the system, that things should run just fine. Then Dad totally surprised me by taking me out into the garage and asking my opinion on turning it into a play space. We spent most of the day discussing what the best use of the space would be as it was just a one car garage not a big three car monster like the one at the party. We both agreed that a cross and a table was mandatory and maybe a small winch hanging area or a cage. Dad was leaning towards the cage, making wonder just how much of a problem my sister had been. (The reason this whole d/s thing had come out into the open was the trouble my sister had gotten into while I was off at college.) The next morning Mom headed off to her office, Dad left on his trip and Lauren and I were home alone for the day. Mom would be home about sixish as usual and I would have both the slaves for the night. Do you think I might be anticipating just a little? The summer days had finally warmed the pool up enough to go swimming and truth be told I was feeling a little house bound myself, so I told Lauren to put on her swimsuit and lets get some sun and swimming in. I am still learning that some women look more naked in clothes than they do nude. I should have known simply from my reactions to the outfits around here for the last few weeks but I keep getting hit over and over with the same message. Someday, maybe I'll learn. Lauren came to the pool in a thin white bikini that slapped the message right across my face and left my mouth hanging open. I assumed (stupid me) that she would be wearing the old one piece suits I remember her in from back when we were kids. Mama Mia, that's no kid. The top was two strings connected thin strips of translucent white that barely covered and did nothing to conceal her erect nipples. The bikini bottom showed off a perfect camel toe in front and the string thong disappeared in the back between her well rounded and well tanned ass cheeks. Instant hard on. Hard to conceal in the swim team briefs I was wearing. Oh well, it was just us at the pool. "Hey guys, long time no see." Of course there are always the neighbors hanging over the fence. "Hey, Connie, We were just going for a swim. Come join us." Connie, who still lived at home, was a high school friend of my older sister. Her parents were always off on some European or Asian trip to some place no one had ever heard of. They would breeze back in town for a few weeks talking about the polar bears they skied with or some rare fish they had barbequed in the Amazon and then they would be off on their next trip to Bora-Bora. Connie stayed home to watch the place and attend a local college (when she bothered to go) and party (any time any where with any body). Connie was a party animal of the first magnitude. She took off to gather a few things and put on her swimsuit and I dove in the cool waters of the pool to douse my overheated pole. I needn't have bothered. White and tiny must be in this season because Connie came around the fence wearing a suit that once again gave me a pole fit to hang a flag on. I didn't remember Connie being big breasted, maybe I hadn't been paying attention, but surely I would have remembered the large cantaloupe sized melons that were straining what little material there was in the top of that suit. "Wow" Ok, I was staring, but she was dressed to stare at. Connie stopped and preened, turning slowly all the way around showing off not only her figure but a tan so golden she had to have laid out for days. You knew the suit was picked to match the white blond hair offsetting the tan. "You like?" One glance at the front of my trunks answered that question and she did more than glance. "I brought some wine coolers and beer." She had wheeled a little hand cart thing that turned out to be a cooler, beach kit combo on wheels like a rolling suitcase only this had wheels designed for rolling through sand. Big spongy things. Spend the morning and early afternoon swimming and drinking with two beautiful ladies dressed in tiny scraps of material that had a tendency to turn translucent when wet and see if you can keep your mind off sex. I know I couldn't. I kept wondering what it would be like to fuck both of them in the pool. The signals I was getting from Lauren and the looks I was getting from Connie every time she glanced/stared at the front of my shorts made me think just maybe I was going to be able to live out a fantasy. We were all lying on the grass beside the pool on our beach towels when Connie asked Lauren to oil her back. I caught sis as she went by and whispered my orders in her ear, she smiled and nodded as she picked up the oil moving over next to Connie. I sat up to watch wishing I had a camera. Lauren was across from me on the other side of Connie and began by pouring oil on her hands and then down Connie's back. She began massaging it in to her firmly tanned shoulder muscles and continued down her back at a leisurely pace. Once she reached the string tie of the top of the bikini she untied it and set it off to the side without a wasted motion. I doubt Connie even noticed the tie was gone as she was half dozing from the warm sun and the massage. I love the look of a big titted woman lying on her tits, arms beneath her head and glistening from oil. Lauren continued to massage and oil down to the small of Connie's back. When she reached the scrap of material desperately trying and failing to cover those well rounded globes, she untied the strings with a gentle tug and continued to massage the oil as her hands pushed the material aside. Connie never moved a muscle and Lauren continued to move south oiling as she went. Connie parted her legs as Laurens insistent hands oiled the inside of her thighs and continued down her legs. I moved up past Connie's head and started massaging her back while leaning over her. Lauren began to move back up her legs and between her thighs, adding more oil and gently began teasing her pussy. Connie moaned as sis's fingers found, spread, and entered her pussy. Connie looked up at me. "I had better turn over so you can oil the front." She turned as Lauren moved out of the way, before moving between her now spread legs. I removed the final scrap covering her and began to oil and massage those lovely melons with their pink tipped nipples. I made a licking gesture with my tongue and Lauren got the idea. She dove down and began to explore Connie's orchid with own her wet little snake, sucking and licking the glistening pink erection at the center. Connie's hands found the edge of my trunks and freed the serpent within, she had her head cocked back and presented the perfect angle for a throat fuck so I began to see how far our neighbor was willing to go. She sucked for a few seconds before propping her upper body on her elbows and craning her head even further back. I pushed my self in ever deepening strokes until I popped into her throat. I held still for a few seconds and backed out letting her grab a quick breath then pushed in again. This time I moved back and forth just a few inches, once I was as deep as I could get. Her lips were wrapped around the root of my cock and my balls bounced against her cheek. I started to pull back, when she began to suck and swallow at the same time. I could feel her throat muscles massage the head of my cock, stretching it with each swallowing motion. I pulled back so she could get a breath and heard her say, "More." I was watching Laurens pussy eating as I fucked Connie's throat. When I saw Connie's hips begin to thrust against my sister's face I began to pump my dick into her mouth harder and for longer periods. I knew I was gonna cum with the next thrust so I pulled out and allowed Connie to take a big gulp of air, then I grabbed her white blond hair and shoved my cock down her throat and held on. She swallowed maybe twice before I filled her with my juices. She kept swallowing as I backed out and kept shaking and blowing. Lauren had finally made her cum just as I finished. She collapsed on her towel as Laurens wet face arose smiling from between her legs. Lauren crawled up and over Connie's body and kissed her full on the lips. Connie's lips parted and the two lay kissing for several minutes. Connie pushed Laurens top over her tits and began sucking on Lauren's nipples. Lending a hand, I removed the rest of my sister's suit and began to cover her and our neighbor with oil. I sat back and watched the two women slide up and across each others bodies. Oiled fingers searched out and invaded oil slicked holes, pumping them with abandon as moans and small breathless cries filled the air. I sat watching sipping a beer with one hand while stroking my still hard and oil coated cock with the other. Light hair against dark, dark tan against pale flesh, both glistening from the sunlight bouncing off soft breasts and rounded asses. They were both working up to a climax, as was I from watching them. Even though she had orgasmed just minutes ago Connie's beat Lauren to the punch and shuddered to her finish moments before Lauren followed suit. I knelt beside them and sprayed my jism over both girls before they had collapsed into each others warm embrace. Lauren reached out and licked the end of my cock, quickly taking the last drops of my cum. I don't think Connie noticed as she was spent from the sessions play. All three of us lay where we fell enjoying the warm sunlight. (Food!) My body was screaming at me, while I lay all warm and relaxed on the grass. (You can't fuck everyone in town without getting a few calories to power up the bod. FOOD!) Ok, Ok, enough already. I stumbled to my feet mumbling something about food and went back inside. Lauren and Connie joined me moments later. "Great idea. I'm starved even if you did force feed me a ton of your protein." Connie grinned smacking her lips. "College must be training you right; I don't remember you being such a take charge guy. We should have done this years ago." "I'm learning." Was all I replied and I heard my sister snort as she smothered a laugh. We raided the fridge and laid out a spread on the kitchen table. Luncheon meats and salad fixen's, cheese and breads, condiments and dressings all were piled on the table and assembled onto individual plates in moments. We each attacked the food like a pack of ravenous dogs. It wasn't long before I pushed my full and naked belly away from the table and reached for another beer. Lauren had eaten as if she had a hollow leg and wasn't far behind me in finishing her plate. Connie came in a close third, but I think she had a second sandwich which slowed her down. Now that I had the time and was close enough to pay attention, I examined Connie's boobs trying to see if she had had them augmented or if they were as nature made um. Connie noticed and turned towards me. "Their real, buddy boy. 100% all natural as you should have known from playing with them as much as you were." "I just didn't remember them being that hu... nice. " "You meant huge and they are. I'm what they call a late bloomer. Nothing until I was twenty and then "Boom" they blew up and out. I am a constant reminder and embarrassment to my mother's state of tiny tits." "You'll get no complaints from me. I think they are fantastic." I have always been a big boob guy, infantile maybe, but hey I know what I like. "Actually I am glad they came in late, it made me realize which boys liked me for me and which only liked me after I developed these boy toys." "It must be the water." I muttered. "What?" Connie asked perplexed. Lauren laughed. "He means both you and I exploded tit wise while he was away at college and he has been in tit overload since he got back." Connie laughed. "I can see how that would affect the poor boy, kinda like it seems to be affecting him right now." They both noticed my rather obvious condition. Staring at the two full sets of bouncy juggs had caused me to once again, assume a full salute. "I think we all need a shower." Connie exclaimed. "Before we oil up the rest of the furniture and your mother kills us." I followed the rotating hips and undulating asses up the stairs, which did nothing to lesson my spear like condition. Neither did crowding into the master shower and soaping all that soft yet firm and wet female flesh. Just getting all the oil off (I admit I over did the oiling especially when they were doing the lesbian lover thing) took most of the hot water, not that I rushed. I was enjoying the hands sliding all over both their bodies and their four hands exploring mine. Don't ask me to explain it or even how we got there but we, all three wound up in bed, me fucking Connie's warm and inviting pussy and Connie slurping away at Lauren's wet snatch balanced over her face. Which by the way blocked Connie's view of sis and I kissing and me playing with her tits and torturing her nipples just a little. However, I am sure I am going to have to explain it to my Father when he gets home, especially as I forgot the time. Mom got home, didn't know Connie was over (and under sis and I). So Mom did what she had been trained to do, she stripped naked, put on her corset and collar and cuffs, and crawled into my room to find her Master. I'm not making excuses I was busy. I was paying attention to the two women in bed with me. I didn't notice Mom until she asked, "Would Master like to fuck me also?" Family Ties Ch. 04 At which point Connie sat up, (incidentally dumping Lauren off the bed). Her voice was a little shocked to say the least. "Mrs. Taylor?" Family Ties Ch. 05 This story seems to have gotten a lot of people interested and so I will continue it as long as you the readers enjoy it. Votes and comments are always appreciated and e-mails get personnel replies. Enjoy Dom Woolf My Father and Master of the house is due home any minute and to misquote Ricky Ricardo from I Love Lucy, "I got sum esxplainin to do!" You see Dad left me in charge of my slave mother and sister while he was off on a business trip. We have a fully committed bdsm household, 24/7/365 with the understanding that the neighbors might not quite understand the whole incest/bondage/slave-master thing, so we keep it under wraps to the outside world. That's where the explaining is gonna come in, cause I kinda blew it and let the cat out of the metaphoric bag. I was enjoying a quiet afternoon of sex and fooling around with my big titted neighbor and my big titted sister/slave Lauren and sorta lost track of the time. Mom came home and being the good little slave she is, got naked and collared and went searching for her Master. Which is a little hard to explain to the vanilla neighbor, when your mother crawls into her son's bedroom and begs her son/master to fuck her. Connie (the neighbor) was a bit shocked. Ok, a lot shocked. I, the big strong dominant Master type was sitting naked on the bed, my hard on melting away, and my mouth hanging open totally speechless. Lauren, who got dumped off the bed, was sitting on the floor rubbing her butt and quietly giggling hysterically. My Mother (who in her own right is a CEO of her own line of clothing stores) summed up the situation perfectly. "Oh shit!" Connie grasped the whole situation at a glance, folded her long naked legs into a lotus sitting position. "So that's why you're such a take charge guy nowadays." Connie looked at the both Mom kneeling on the floor and Lauren laying there giggling before looking back at me, "You're their Master?" While my brain was trying to stammer out some kind of coherent reply and force it to my frozen vocal cords, mom began to get up off the floor. "STAY" Connie ordered. Mom dropped back in a submissive position. My mouth dropped open even further. Connie swung off the bed and walked around my mothers kneeling and naked posture. She slapped Lauren and the giggles tapered off. "Kneel," She ordered Lauren who scrambled to her knees and presented her arms out in front of her. "Wow!" Connie was standing over both the submissively posed women and looking at me with a strange look on her face. "How long has this been going on?" Caught red handed so to speak I decided honesty was the only choice. "Dad has been Mothers Master since college; he had to take charge of Lauren when she began to run amuck last year. I only found out about all this, when I came home for the summer a few weeks ago .This was my first time to be in charge of them both and I have really screwed this up!" "Oh I don't know about that." Connie's strange look had morphed into one I would call cat that ate the canary. She reached down and took my mothers collar in her hand. She lifted my mother up until she was sitting, up arms at her sides. Mom automatically spread her knees, opening herself up to expose herself completely. "Does Lauren have a collar also?" I was regaining some of my composure. "Lauren. Go get your collar and cuffs on and get back here. Now!" Lauren looked startled as she glanced from me to Connie to mom but she scrambled to her feet and ran from the room. She was back in less than a minute, still fastening her wrist cuffs as she returned to her position on her knees in front of me. Connie looked over the two submissive women kneeling on the floor and then beckoned to me with her finger. "Let's talk." She headed for the door of the room, her ass bouncing nicely as she stalked away. "Stay here and clean up this room." I followed Connie out and down to the kitchen table where we popped a couple of beers from the fridge and sat across from each other. Connie's hand stroked the cold beer bottle as if she was masturbating a cock and then she sucked the bottle into her mouth, tilted her head back, and swallowed. A little of the foam gushed from the sides of her lips and ran like cum down her chin as she set the bottle down. She scooped it up in her fingers and slowly licked them. I watched mesmerized. A single drop fell on her breast and trailed down to her nipple. She thrust her chest forward and I bent over and licked the droplet off. "You're really fucking both your sister and your mother?" We talked or rather I talked and she interrogated me about the whole bdsm thing, the Master/slave relationship, and the incest. We talked about domination and sex and toys and the future. Hell, we talked for three hours and drank and called down mom and sis to make dinner and we talked some more. At one point I remember Lauren was explaining about being a pain slut to Connie while kneeling at her feet, while I had mom between my legs sucking on my cock. The whole thing began to take on a surreal, dream like quality. I drank a lot more than I was used to both from nerves and just because every time I reached out there was a cold beer in front of me even though I don't remember anyone getting up for more. I woke up with sunlight way too bright in my eyes, a raging hard on, and the overwhelming need to piss like a Russian race horse. I also woke up with Connie propped on one elbow watching me sleep. "Morning Sunshine. You passed out on me last night." 'Sorry, must have drank too much. I gotta piss!" I started to get out of bed, when Connie's hand wrapped around my cock stopped me. "Don't waste it." She scrambled out of bed. "Come with me." She made it hard to refuse as she had hold of my cock and lead me back down to the kitchen and out on the back patio. There she led me to two wire cages inhabited by the bound forms of my mother and sister. These were Dads play cages, small with specially designed holes, the cages held a slave in such a position as to be totally available in any hole or one could reach in to play with any part of the slave. Both Mom and Lauren were asleep, suspended in the cage by various ropes. Connie pointed my still hard cock at the cages. "Now let er rip." I swear I got harder. Peeing on a woman was one of those dirty little fantasy's I have had for awhile but always thought was too dirty to really try. Now Connie was suggesting I not only pee on a woman but on my mother and my sister. She was stroking my cock, teasing and pointing first at one then the other. "Piss on them." Her voice was a whisper, soft and seductive. With a groan I released the pent up stream of hot yellow urine and Connie directed it like a fire hose. The very first stream hitting my mother in the face, startling her awake and pouring into her open mouth. Connie swung the stream across her body and into the thick dark hair of my sister soaking it with my pee. Back and forth she played the steaming liquid until I finally ran out of juice. The last few squirts she took into her own mouth as she knelt in front of me and began to lick and suck my cock. I stood in the warm summer morning light, a beautiful blond sucking on my cock while two naked and piss covered slaves waited in cages for my attention. Life doesn't get any better. Just as I started to cum, Connie pulled back from my cock and directed my dick as she pumped it, so I came showering the cages and my slaves' hair and bodies with my spunk. Connie licked up the last drops of my cum. "Not enough for breakfast but maybe we can coax some more out later." We released mom and sis and sent them off to shower while Connie and I made breakfast. We even allowed mom and sis to sit at the table to eat, while we talked. I found out what I missed from the night before. After discussing most of the ramifications of the family situation Connie agreed to keep things a secret if she was allowed to join in. Connie had no intention of being submissive; she was way to outgoing for that. She wanted to try her hand a being a dominatrix. She had gotten a good start last night, after I passed out she had mom get the toy box out and spent several hours having mom and Lauren demonstrate how to use the toys or rather how to have the toys used on them. Lauren got to demonstrate the use of a two ended dildo strap on. Connie had her strap it on, inserting one end in her own pussy and the other in moms tied open pussy. Connie used the riding crop to motivate Lauren into fucking her own mother at just the pace she demanded. Connie explored the nipple clamps called clover clamps. The neat thing about clover clamps is the more one pulls on the chain attached to them the tighter they clamp. So when she clipped one end on moms nipple and the other end on Laurens and when she whipped Lauren into a nice fast fucking motion, well let's just say the movement caused the clamp to do it's thing, bringing pain to both even as they fucked to orgasm. Connie had joined me in bed late last night after tossing both mom and sis into cages. This morning she had offered her proposal. I had agreed in principle subject to final decision by my Father. This brings me back to sitting here, waiting for Dad to get home. Mom had offered some suggestions which I gratefully took. Let me tell you, when the CEO of a successful retail chain and the thirty-plus year wife of a Dom offers suggestions on how to handle said dom, especially when you have fucked up big time; you're a fool if you don't listen. So that is why I am sitting in the recliner, dressed in a dark slacks and an open shirt, my naked (except for collar and chains) sister on her knees at my feet. My Mother is dressed the same as my sister except for a leash which is in the hands of Connie who looks killer in black leather pants and a lift and push out half bra that exposes her large nipples and sets her big melons way up high. She is sitting in the other recliner and together we present the picture of bdsm domestic bliss. The front door opened and slammed (I jumped, Connie didn't) and in strode my Father bags in hand. He stopped in the doorway of the living room, took in our little one act play, and motioned to me to follow him with one finger. Connie started to get up but he issued one command. "Stay!" Connie sank back down and shrugged her shoulders at me as I hurried to catch up with my Father as he headed up the stairs to his room. I waited at the door just as I used too as a small child. "Come in son. I can see you have been busy. Explain." He sat on the edge of his bed and I stood almost at attention as I gave him a short version of the last three days. He listened without a word until I had finished, then proceeded to give me one of the most through dressing downs I had ever received. He beckoned me to follow him and returned to the living room. He sat in his usual chair and explained to everyone that I had made several errors in judgment (his words) and now must be punished. Connie sat up at that point and looked interested. He ordered my sister to take down my pants and underwear. As I stood in the living room of my parent's home, nude from the waist down I began to realize just how humiliating it was to be the naked center of attention. Connie was watching with a sort of half smile on her face, my Mother knelt beside her looking at me with a sort of sad smile. My brat of a sister was openly grinning as my Father bent me over his knees, ordering me to spread my legs. There is something about being naked from the waist down, bent across a man's knees knowing your presenting your naked ass, balls and cock for everyone to see that is both embarrassing and totally designed to take you right back to being a naughty five year old. The first swat stung, the next even more, from there it just sort of kept building as Dad whaled on my butt. These weren't just smacks; he was putting his entire arm and muscle into each stroke. I could feel his palm press deep into the fat and muscle of my buttocks as his powerful spanking continued. I found myself crying silently, vowing not to make a sound. Dad stopped at one hundred and stood me back up. He ordered me to stand where I was and not say a word until he got back, then he took Connie upstairs. I stood arms at my sides resisting the urge to rub my burning ass cheeks. My sister ever the brat and not having been ordered to do or not do anything crawled over and playfully patted my aching rear end. I looked down at her and growled deep in my throat which just got her to lick my inflamed ass cheeks. She knew she would pay later but for now there was nothing I could do to stop her as she kneaded my butt sending shooting pains across my ass. She crawled around in front of me and began to suck my, up to now, limp dick into her hot mouth. Bitch that she is she continued to squeeze and press her fingers into the aching muscles of my buttocks even as her mouth and tongue stimulated my semi hard cock. Talk about pain and pleasure. Lauren added insult to injury by slowly pushing her index finger into my tight asshole and pressing on the sensitive nerve cluster inside almost triggering me to cum. She kept it up until I was hard as a rock and standing tall. That's when she got her payback. She crawled back to spot next to the chair leaving me exposed and erect. Of course, that is exactly when Dad and Connie made their return. "Ohh the bad boy's been having naughty thoughts." Connie teased. Dad just looked at my erection and then at my sister. We both knew that he had figured it out and at least sis had the decency to blush. "He is your problem now, at least for the next two weeks." Dad was looking at Connie as he said this so his next words weren't quite the surprise they might have been. "I think you need to learn what it means to be helpless and needing the protection of your Dom.' He was standing in front of me as he said this so I guess he meant me. "You are going to be her slave for the next two weeks, so you can learn not to take your responsibilities so lightly." I felt the collar go around my neck as Connie slipped it on from behind. I was fucked. Now I didn't need to go along with this. I could have refused, it was my choice, but if I did I knew all the fun and games would come to a complete halt, as well as my position in the family and probably my college funding as well. Dad never did do things by half measures. Connie snapped on a set of wrist cuffs and a set of walking cuffs on my ankles. She locked a leash on my collar and picked up my pants and underwear, but she didn't give them to me she just lead me out the back door and towards her house. My one happy moment came from the scream and the meaty swat I heard as the door closed behind my new Mistress and me. Sis was paying for her little tricks and for the next two weeks so was I. Connie pulled on my leash and headed for the alley that went between the street her house was on and the one our property was on. Suddenly I was very conscious of the fact that except for the tee shirt and collar I was wearing I was starker's, naked, nude and my red ass, cock and balls were on full display for whoever we ran into. Connie continued on down the alley tugging at my leash. I had no choice but to hope and pray that nobody was around to see my little streak. My luck hadn't changed, half way down the alley two of the neighborhood girls walked out of the gate that accessed their property. I looked for a place to hide or at least shield my lower body; my new mistress had other plans. She hailed the girls, who on second look were at least collage age and obviously friends of Connie's. The girls headed over to Connie and when they finally spotted me trying to hide behind her, burst out laughing. The taller blond looked me over from top to bottom so to speak. "Connie, darling, who's your pet?" The shorter blond walked around me checking out the package as Connie stated, "This is my new slave. He is a friend who lost a bet and has to be my toy for two weeks. I am planning a little get together tonight, why don't you drop by around seven?" The short blond was feeling up my ass. "Whatcha serving? Hotdog?" All three laughed at that. The girls agreed to drop by and Connie headed on down the alley. Fortunately we didn't run into anyone else as we reached Connie's parents house. Once inside Connie immediately put me to work cleaning house. It needed it. Female bachelorettes are as messy as males when they don't expect company. However as I learned they are much more demanding of perfection in cleaning when they are expecting. Connie left to run a few errands but left me with more than enough housework to keep me busy. When she returned she had enough food, pre made party plates, snack trays and dips and chips for a small army all of which had to be arraigned to her satisfaction. When everything was ready my new mistress escorted me to the shower and proceeded to have me debilitate from the neck down. She had bought hair removal creams that she had me rub in all over my body and once they had been showered off she used a razor and shaving cream to remove the rest. I don't know how girls feel about shaving their legs and underarms, let alone their pussy but for a guy to be hairless and I mean all over feels the most naked I have ever been. Worse I was conscious of being naked more so than I have ever experienced. She gave me clothes to wear for her party, if one can call chaps and a wife beater tee shirt clothes. The chaps left my cock and ass exposed and the wife beater tee was one size too small clinging very tightly to my torso. I guess she had been making some phone calls because at five to seven her guests began to arrive. I had to open the door in my cute outfit with my collar and cuffs and ankle chain, escort her guests to the living room, and get their drinks. Per her instructions I was not allowed to say anything unless asked a direct question and was not allowed to refuse any requests or liberties they might take. And take they did! Oh My God was usually the first comment I would hear as I opened the door, followed by a bunch of giggles and ohh's and aww's. I'd like to think it was because of the size of my impressive package but I know I'm just average sized and the commotion was due to the unexpected sight and unusual circumstances. It was seven thirty by the time her guests, all seven including the two blonds from the alley had arrived, been seated and given food and drink. Connie announced to the group that I was to be their servant for the night and would perform as requested. The short blond from the alley immediately had me pose and turn and bend so she and the other guests could inspect the goods. She grabbed my ass and spread my ass cheeks, teasing my ass hole with her fingers. She asked Connie if I had ever been ass fucked? Connie directed me to answer. "No Maam, I have not." Blondie laughed and said "Not until tonight!" I am so screwed and it looks like you can take that one literally. The others of course had to feel my muscles and balls and pull and stroke my cock. One pretty brunette sucked me into her mouth and licked the underside of my dick to get it harder than it was already. She then rolled a cock ring down the shaft. This made my cock turn a deep purplish red and appear very shiny. She explained to the others that her ex boyfriend used it to stay hard for hours and keep from cumming. The ladies laughed and agreed that that would be a good thing as they had plans for my manhood. Connie suggested that they start by seeing how good her new toy (me) was at eating pussy. A petite redhead with long hair lifted her skirt and called. Family Ties Ch. 05 "Here kitty kitty" I crawled between her spread legs and removed the light green thong. P.S. the carpet matched the drapes. Now normally when I am eating pussy I have use of my hands and arms to help spread and hold, impossible to do when ones wrists are cuffed together. All I could do was nuzzle my way between her lips and use my tongue and teeth to reach the little bud that was my goal. Needless to say my tee shirt didn't last long and while I don't remember the chaps being removed I knew when they were gone as I could feel hands running up and down my legs and teasing my cock and balls. I will say I enjoy eating pussy, more so than most of the guys I have talked to at college. Most gave it a lick and a promise on the way to fucking said pussy or as an inducement to getting the girl to suck on their member in return. I enjoy the taste and feel of a hot cunt and really like to feel the girl quiver as I lick and suck her to orgasm. It's a good thing, but now I have a working definition of too much of a good thing. Eight wet and waiting pussies are too much of a good thing. My jaw was hurting and my tongue was worn out by the fifth or sixth cunt. It was about that time that somebody found a strap on and decided I needed to be treated as they had all been treated at one time or another. I got ass fucked, repeatedly, by several of them. My cock got rubbed raw as they played with it or rode it like a hobby horse, all the while having me service one or the others pussy. Face sitting, spanking, ass fucking I was used and abused the entire night until I finally was jerked off for the enjoyment of the group and allowed to cum into a wine glass that I was then made to drink. The little redhead gave me a kiss on the lips as she and the rest of the group took their leave. Connie had me clean up the mess and put the remaining food away before taking me to her room and cuffing me to the foot of her bed with a pillow and blanket on the floor. I was asleep before I could get comfortable. Family Ties Ch. 06 It was a long two weeks under the booted foot of our neighbor and my temporary Mistress. Thank God I'm back home sleeping in my own bed with my sister/slave tied beside me. I understand now what Dad was trying to teach me as he explained last night when Connie brought me home. "Son, I was brought up old school by your Grandfather. In his time a Dom spent several years under the tutelage of an older Master, much of that time as a slave/submissive to learn all the protocols and get a mastery of himself before he was allowed to master others. I spent my summer of my seventeenth year as the slave/submissive to a much older Mistress before your Grandpa thought I was ready to begin to learn how to be a master." He paused and looked at me sitting across from him in his den. "Times have changed and the scene has changed, not completely for the better. Your Grandfather wasn't pleased at the changes between his generation and mine as things got a lot looser. That was nothing compared to the changes between your generation and mine." Dad sighed and shook his head, "Son, in the time between your grandfather's generation and you, the whole world has been remade. Traditions that have been around for hundreds of years were gone in an instant. The liberation of females, racial equality, the internet, the very speed in which we live our lives, travel. Every thing changed." "My father started teaching me to be a Master as a child. We lived on a farm way out in the country, no close neighbors and I grew up knowing women were meant to serve men. My mother was a slave to my father, my sisters were submissive to the men in the family, and being the master was just a normal and traditional part of life growing up. Then came the sixty's and free love and women's lib and my sisters and the women I knew changed as well." My dad looked a little older as he sat reminiscing about his life. "I went to college, first in our family to do so and instead of returning to the farm, got a job in the city. Suddenly we lived in the suburbs with people all around us that wouldn't understand our lifestyle. Laws got more and more intrusive into private lives and living as a d/s couple would have meant exposure and possibly jail. So we compromised. We lived our lives hidden from the outside world and only indulged in the privacy of our bedroom." "You got cheated son and I'm sorry." I was blown away. My Father apologizing to me for things he couldn't control and opportunities I missed by being born a generation too late. "Dad, I know my life is a lot different then yours and Gramps, but you have shown me that we can life our lives the way we want if we just be cautious. I bet even Gramps didn't lead Grandma around on a leash in town although he may have had more freedom to be the Lord and Master while out on the farm." I get it now, what my dad was trying to show me about being careful. I had screwed up by thinking with my dick and not my head and it could have been a disaster, both legally and for the family. I also found out from my father that everything Mistress Connie had put me through in the last two weeks had been discussed and approved or suggested by my father. He had as usual run the whole show; Connie had just been his puppet. It was the deal my father had made with her, before he would consent to train her as a mistress. Dad and I talked late into the evening about the lifestyle, changes he had seen and the things he wanted to do in the future and also about my future. It was the longest discussion as equals I had ever had with my dad. I lay back in the warm comfort of my quilts and allowed my hand to roam over the naked body of my sister. She stirred in her sleep, my touch invading her dreams perhaps. I thought about what I would be doing to her beautiful body in just a few hours, Dad had decided to show me how to use the four foot single tail to both stimulate and punish. He also knew I wanted a little revenge for the trick sis had pulled on me just before my punishment began. Sis also knew I was going to get my revenge but it seemed that she was more excited than afraid. I'd have to see if I could work on that, after all if she was looking forward to being punished it kinda defeated the whole purpose of punishing her. My hand had strayed as it almost always did to her huge tits, my fingers automatically going into the rings that pierced her nipples; I pulled up lifting and stretching her nipples and then the heavy flesh of her breasts. I continued to pull until I got the moan I was waiting for. Sis arched her back but with her wrists tied to the bedpost and her ankles locked to the footboard she could only get so much relief. I continued to pull until the moan changed to a whimper. That's what I was wanting. I held her in that position until I saw the tears start to flow. In one quick move I released her tit and rolled over on to her body, positioning my morning hard on between her tits. I took a leather tie from the head board and used it to tie her tit rings together. Looping the end over the bar above the bed allowed me to pull her tits up and away from her chest stretching them once again to the point of being painful. Only this time I can tie them off and sitting on her chest slowly fuck those stretched tits. I used my hands to squeeze her tits tightly around my cock then poured oil from the bottle I had in the shelf of my head board into her cleavage, oiling them and my dick. Now I was ready to slowly, fuck her tits. I know each time I rock forward, pressing that warm tit flesh around my cock, it strains her nipples from the rings being tied so tightly. I watch her face enjoying every grimace of pain. She's not enjoying this. Too bad, this time, this is for my enjoyment not hers. I reach behind her head with both hand and bring her head painfully forward so that each stroke of my cock ends up pressed into her mouth. Her eyes have gone wide and she opens her mouth extending her tongue. She knows I'm pissed and for the first time in her life, she has figured out that she is not getting any points for being my sister or any pity either. Today, right this second, she is just a female slave in trouble with her Master and is being treated as such. I fucked her tits for a long time, enjoying the feeling of slipping my oiled cock between her hot mounds. Her tongue caresses my cock head at the end of each slow stroke. Every few strokes I pause and allow her to lick and suck at the head of my cock. When I am finally ready to cum, I slide my entire body further up her chest pressing hard against her captured tit flesh and thrust my cock into her mouth while pulling her head down tight against her own tits. I don't think I ever came quite as strongly as I did that time. I filled her mouth and because of the way her neck was strained she couldn't swallow. Cum poured from her mouth and nose until I finally released her head which flopped back hard on the bed as she coughed and gasped for air. The very act of dropping back on the bed stretched her nipples even more rewarding me with yet another cry of pain. I released the tie and watched her breasts settle back on her chest still wrapped around my cock. I unlocked the wrist cuffs and tossed the keys on the bed as I rolled off her and stood up. "Release yourself and get me a cup of coffee, then get the shower started. I need to be washed up and ready to go and you had better not be slow about being ready yourself or today's punishment will be twice as much as you have already earned." It's gratifying to see how fast Sis can move when she has the proper motivation. She was running full bore as she left the bedroom and I could follow the sounds of her feet all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Dad walked in grinning. "Someone lit a burr under her saddle this morning." Sis slipped into the room at that moment and down to her knees presenting my cup of coffee. I smiled as I saw Dad nod with approval. "Your Father needs a cup also, you lazy whore." "Yes Master!" Once again she was off and running. Dad had the biggest shit eating grin I've seen on him in years. "I think we need to go on a family outing today." Dads grin got even wider as he saw the disappointment in my face. "I was thinking we need to go out to Grandpa's farm so we have plenty of room to practice your whip training." Sis returned at that moment kneeling and offering the hot cup of coffee to Dad. I ran a finger across her back getting a satisfying shudder. "Yeah plenty of room and no one around to hear the screams." While I was getting ready to go on the family trip my mind was going back over the times I spent with Grandpa in light of the new revelations about the family secret. Gramps had always been a disciplinarian even on the summer vacations I had spent with him and grandma on the farm, but I had always known that when chores were done Gramps was a lot of fun to be around. He was the one who taught me to fish and hunt and camping, he taught me to ride horses, drive a tractor and for that matter a car, actually an old fifty's pickup he used just around the farm. I never saw any overt signs that he was into the lifestyle. Oh sure, Grandma deferred to him about almost everything, but that was normal male dominated life for couples from that generation. Or did I? Now that I was looking through my childhood without the rose colored glasses I began to see and question things in a new light. Gramps playful swats on his wife's behind were always just a little too powerful for most to consider playful (unless one looked at it as s/m play), his hugs with his hands carefully concealed from young eyes, never the less, got small gasps from Grandma that she couldn't quite repress. Now that I was looking back critically, Gramps sure had a lot of foreign exchange students working on his farm, most of them female and there was the smaller barn that we kids were not allowed to play near or go into regardless of the fact that every time I had seen it the doors were locked. Dad called for the family to hit the road and we all piled into the S.U.V. Mom and Sis were wearing light cotton dresses, conservative by most standards. Dad and I were in tee shirts and jeans with work boots. Sis had her hair tied back in a pony tail and neither wore more than the bare minimal makeup. Dad explained that Gramps wanted them dressed that way so as not to stand out in the small farming community we were headed too. Two hours later we got off the freeway, I had amused myself along the way by torturing Laurens tits and having her suck my cock to the delight of several truckers we passed and a half hour later we turned down a dirt road that ended in Gramps farm. I remembered the series of gates you had to get out, open, and close behind the car. I realized that would slow down anyone heading for the farm and the security locks on the first one would alert the farm that company was coming. Finally we passed through the trees that provided the wind break before one reached the farm house and barns and again in my new awareness I realized it also kept prying eyes from seeing at a distance anything going on at the property itself. While we waited for the dust cloud to pass I looked up at the farm house and beheld my Grandfather still strong and vital in his late sixties looking every bit the farmer I remembered. Grandma however was a bit of a different picture; somehow I never remembered her collared and kneeling behind and beside Gramps. I had seen her in overalls before but usually wearing a blouse underneath. Not today. Today her ample breasts were just barely covered by the rough material of the overalls and her back was completely exposed. Once again my head was going into overload reconstructing every image of my grand parents in light of the new reality. It really didn't help to have one of the exchange students, a long brown haired female, go by at that moment pulling a wagon full of hay to the barn to feed the horses. Of course I had done that many times during my summer vacations. You took the wagon and pulled it to the hay barn, loaded it with hay, dragged the heavy damn thing over to the horse barn. Swept out the old hay and pitch forked a new layer down for the horses. The difference being I never pulled the wagon by being hitched to it, buck naked except for the leather harnesses. Slo Joe, one of Gramps farm hands was riding the wagon urging on the girl with judicious use of a long wagon whip. Gramps came over and gave me a rib cracking hug as was his usual greeting and looking around as he greeted Dad; I noticed both my Mother and sister were kneeling behind and to the side of Dad and myself. "Bout time your Father let you into the family secret, son." Gramps looked me over from head to toe. "Maybe now you can quit being a city sissy and act like the man I know you are." "Thanks Gramps, I love you too." I sassed back at him and caught a quick grin. "Richard, take the ladies into the house and get settled. Suppers cooking and I want to show your son around the farm proper before we eat." With that Gramps laid his muscled arm across my shoulder and led me off towards the barns. "Now you know this here is a working farm." Gramps began. "What you didn't know is we also train servants and slaves for people all over the world. That just began about the time you were born. The farm was doin poorly and I was afraid we were gonna lose it. Most all the family farms around here had been bought out by the big combines, all high tech, and run by college boys and automation." Gramps looked at me. "There isn't one single family that was living here when I grew up that still owns their farm. Hell there isn't a small farm within ten miles of here. It's all corporate farming now." "Your father was talking with some of the people he associates with and one mentioned that he wished someone had a school he could send his wife to for training as neither he nor she knew enough about being a full time master and slave couple. Your father and I worked out a deal for him and his wife spent about six months here becoming a proper slave. He came out on the weekends to learn how to be her Master." Gramps and I walked into the forbidden barn, now wide open and I could see several pony girls in stalls as well as several female slaves cleaning and watering the "ponies" under the watchful eyes of another of the farm hands. "Word got around and before I knew it I had several wives or mistresses being trained here. Then someone asked for pony training and someone else got the word to some people in Europe and we became a full time training facility as well as a working farm." Gramps indicated the pony girls and the slaves with a sweep of his hands. "We train about fifty women a year, for anywhere between three months and a year. I employ five farm hands (trainers) and two real good pony girl trainers. I have a full time leather smith and a blacksmith and after expenses this farm makes close to two million a year." I whistled at that and Gramps smiled. "I charge ten thousand dollars for three months and the great part is I get free farm labor to boot. Every one of these slaves is here because they want to be trained. Weekends I have their owners/husbands/boyfriends out to work with them. So what do you think of my farm?" "I still wonder why I never noticed anything weird when I spent my vacations here." "Because you always came for the last two weeks of August, which is the month we close down each year except for one or two slaves that are here on a yearly basis that you thought were exchange students." I walked around with Gramps for awhile discussing the farm and security and training of slaves and ponies. I learned a lot between the tour and the lecture. I watched one of the pony girls get harnessed and put through her training routine. I had never realized that it was so complicated a routine. First there were the body harnesses which have to be placed just so and buckles and straps tightened just right. Too tight and they cut off circulation or breathing, too loose and the chafe or fall off. Then there's the head gear, bits and harnesses and leads and blinders and on the elaborate show harnesses you add polished studs and buckles and headdresses of feathers or hair or; well you get the idea. Then you have the boots or fake hooves and of course the tails. Next you add whatever little gizmos the owner likes, dildos or vibrators or bells clamped to nipples or pussy lips. All of this is before you lead the pony out of the barn. Once out you have more things going on such as what the pony is being trained for. Some are work ponies attached to wagons, sometimes in teams. You have surrey ponies and racing ponies which are fastened into elaborate carts to pull their riders. There's show ponies that prance and do tricks. Each different type and style has its own gear and training regiment. The one I watched was working on endurance and prancing. She was attached to a pole in the center of a show ring by a long tether and went around and around as the pony trainer snapped a whip and constantly corrected the pony's posture or height of her knees, her speed, or the kick of her legs. The pony was sweating buckets by the time we left, drops running down between her bouncing belled breasts, along her stomach and between her legs. Gramps and I walked through the fields and it reminded me of those old plantation movies of the pre civil war era. Naked women down on their knees in the hot sun, planting and weeding as the farm hand/ trainer walked along whip in hand, offering little bites of encouragement to any slackers. We heard the bell for supper and headed for the farm house. Six of the farm hands and twelve slaves were on the farm that day as well as four ponies. The ponies would eat in the barn, but the rest were all seated at the big table in the dining room with the slaves either kneeling beside a trainer or owner, in Dad, Gramps and my case. Various slaves had done the cooking under Grandma's supervision and now served. I stopped to think of all the times I had eaten here in the big house at this table, family dinners while on vacation, thanksgiving and or Christmas almost every year since I was born. Gramps was always at the head of the table, Grandma at the foot, Dad beside Gramps and Mom down beside Gram with us kid sitting in between along with the farm hands, the women and come to think of it the female exchange students always served, food piled high and everyone stuffed. Typical kid, I never thought about who did the cooking or the cleaning up of the dishes as long as it wasn't me. Now I sat as naked slaves filled my plate and poured my coffee. Sis kneeling naked on the floor beside me waiting for me to feed her from my hand as Dad and Gramps were feeding their women. I saw that each of the farm hands were feeding a favorite slave while the rest ate from dog bowls on their hands and knees. I feed bites to my sister while enjoying my meal, playing with her tits and listening to Dad and Gramps discussing various aspects of the farm. I also played a little grab tittie and slap ass with the slaves as they refilled my plate or cups, I mean why not, it was still all new to me and little brain was pushing for all he could get. I noticed all the trainers likewise taking liberties and even Gramps and Dad weren't above a little tit grab on occasion though they spent more time talking then anything else. I was only half listening when I heard Gramps saying something about building Dad his own place on the farm. Now I started listening, turns out they were talking about Dad quitting his job and taking over the farm as Gramps wanted to retire. Dad wasn't sure he wanted the responsibility or that he knew enough about farming. He reminded Gramps that the last time he had worked the farm was a long twenty five years ago before he left for college. Family Ties Ch. 06 "From what Grandpa was telling me, the farm just about runs itself. His farm manager does most of the crop and paper work, Gramps pretty much concentrates on the business end of the training facility. The crops are mostly for eating around here, a few feed crops for the livestock and enough corn or hay to keep his farm designation for tax and privacy purposes." I stopped embarrassed that I had jumped in on their personnel conversation. My Father looked at me as if I had done something surprising. "Go on." "With the size of the farm, Gramps could qualify for farm subsidies for not growing certain crops. The government pays farmers to not grow crops that there is a surplus of or that they want to keep the prices artificially high on. Gramps could probably see another two million a year in subsidies alone." "So where did you learn all this?" Gramps asked. "Economics class. It's a required course." Dad and Gramps looked at me and at each other. Gramps made the pronouncement that would change my life forever. "Richard, I think if we get him to adjust his final year's classes a bit we have a new owner/ manager of this place." The "discussion" went on the rest of the afternoon and far into the night and the next day and the week after that, but by the end of the summer we had all agreed that after I graduated next spring, Gramps would retire, Dad and I would move onto the farm and the family business would be under new management, Mine. Dad would handle the training end until I finished learning the ropes, so to speak and I would handle the economics of running both the farm and training facility. I never did get to learn how to throw a whip that summer but all in good time; after all I had the rest of my life to learn. Oh and I got an apartment off campus for my senior year. It made it easier than explaining why there was a constantly naked and bound female in my dorm room, besides Sis liked being the alpha slave of our own place. Family Ties Ch. 07 Thanks to all my readers. As always votes and comments appreciated, e-mails get a personnel reply. Dom Woolf Chapter 07: Christine's Failure I screamed into the gag as the lash from the whip landed across both ass cheeks indenting the already red, black, and blue flesh and feeling as if a white hot molten bar of steel was burning its way into me. My mind was almost curiously detached from my body, the overload of sensations had flipped a breaker somewhere inside me and I, the me that was Catherine, was watching the naked body of a woman suspended by her wrists from a beam in this old barn, twisting and flailing about as the whip struck again and again leaving angry red marks that became welts of multi colors against the white background of her flesh. I observed the steam of her breath in the freezing cold air of this late December afternoon floating away from her swaying form, her nipples tight and hard standing out from her tits. Her feet dangled inches from the dirty straw and frozen mud of the barns floor as she hung from the chains. Could this really be me? I was a highly paid executive assistant to one of the biggest law firms in Washington, D.C., what was I doing being whipped like an old horse? The answer was so simple that even as I thought it I could see my lips smile despite the agony my body was enduring. I had fucked up and this was my punishment. My boss had paid a lot of money to the finishing school to hire me and he expected that I, a highly trained and specialized executive assistant, would be able to live up to the claims the school had made on my behalf. I had really thought I could, after all I had graduated in the top five percent of my class. Others in my class had gone on to serve C.E.O.'s for Fortune Five Hundred Company's world wide without a problem. I had been hired to be the hands behind the throne, the memory, and smoother for the senior law partner, so that the day to day activities, the million and one little things that need to be accomplished each and every day shouldn't intrude on the great mans time. They would just be handled, by me. I make sure his papers are ready when he needs them, that his clothes are perfect and waiting for his use. I make sure that he knows in advance of meetings every little fact about the people he meets with. Are the married? What's the little woman's name? Does he have kids, how old and how are they doing in school? When was the last time, "the great man" met this person and what did they talk about? What is the meeting about this time? Are there any rumors or problems about this person that He should know in advance? I take care of the million and one things "He" is too busy to do. His wife's birthday. Reminder and present are waiting. His mistress's birthday too. His coffee and limo and plane reservations, all done by me. Of course there are all the other little services I provide. Tense after a hard three hour work day; let me massage your poor tired shoulders. Nervous about the vote in the Senate on that key piece of legislation that will make your clients billions, not to mention what you and the firm will siphon off? A quick blow job under your desk just like the President and you can meet the Senator relaxed and confident. I am the Executive Assistant, nothing should get past me, and nothing should get to the big man until I have examined it, cleared it, and smoothed away the rough edges. I am supposed to watch everything, check everything, and protect Him from everything. So how did I let that reporter bug his office and plant the camera that not only provided evidence of the highest level of corruption and bribery of a U.S. Senator, but also took some damn good pictures of my cock sucking skills, which the current Mrs. Big man is using to clean him out before he gets convicted? I fucked up. Yes, I have excuses. I was tired, it had been a long six day week and it was late on a Saturday when I was alone and feeling down. He was cute and funny and sexy in that tight little jump suit as he took care of the plants and planted the camera and bugs. I was horny and bored and looking for a little relief and those strong hands felt so good on my shoulders as he massaged them that I didn't protest when they edged down and began massaging my breasts. I didn't protest when he kissed the back of my ears and down my neck and I actively helped as he removed my blouse while kissing his way down to my navel and beyond. The man could lick pussy! Oh yes he could! That hot hard tongue flicked my clit and burrowed in to my moist and overheated cunt like a snake, followed by the trouser snake that magically appeared and thrust itself deeper into me then I had been fucked in a long time. He even took me to dinner afterwards, which kept me from sweeping the office for bugs. By the time Monday rolled around I was so busy I forgot all about the plant guy, that is until three weeks later when the F.B.I. waltzed in and arrested my boss and His wife slapped me both literally and with a subpoena to appear at his divorce proceeding. I was in trouble. Oh yes I was, but not from the feds. They spent a week asking me questions and released me, then the lawyers for His wife spent a couple of days making my life miserable, but I was finished with all that. The people I was in trouble with caught up to me a day or so after the hoopla moved on to whatever side show caught the media's attention next. I walked out of my apartment complex only to have a cloth bag dropped over my head and big strong arms lift me up and drop me on the floor of an already moving van. Someone placed a hand over my mouth and nose and I caught a pungent whiff of a strong chemical, after that it was lights out until I was dropped naked and chained with the bag still over my head into a drift of snow. Someone picked me up and set me on my feet then marched me a long ways through the coldest wind I ever felt blow across my bare pussy and ass. I must have been a sight, naked with chains cuffed between my ankles, another around my waist and my wrists cuffed to it. I can just imagine how my breasts must have bounced while my little nipples hardened in the cold as I was pulled along through the snow to the barn where I now hang like a side of well tenderized beef. The bag was pulled away and a gag shoved into my mouth as someone hooked my handcuffs to a pulley and I was lifted slowly off my frozen feet. Somewhere off behind me a woman's voice was counting the strokes of the whip as the punishment continued. It's amazing how one can be freezing cold and burning from the lash at the same time. Each stroke hits a new area, my ass must look like a sheet of red, and blue horizontally lined paper. My back is covered with matching vertical stripes. Occasionally the tip of the whip snakes between my legs to bring it's burning brand of tongue lashing across the delicate lips of my now swollen pussy or wraps itself around my body to lick across the frozen nubs of my tits and light it's fire there. I don't remember much about the last of the whipping, somewhere around seventy five by the count of the unseen voice I must have spaced out. I don't recall being taken down or moved to this tiny iron cage. I must have been totally unconscious, because I can't for the life of me, figure out how they manipulated my body to fit in this cage. I doubt I could have placed myself in this tiny enclosure. The cage is cold iron bars with circles placed here and there, I imagine for access. My ass is right over one of the circles on the bottom of the cage, my feet stick out between the bars, and my back is against the rear of the cage. My legs are bent so that my knees are almost lying on my breasts and the front bars of the cage is angled in such a way that the front of my knees and legs rest against them. The cage isn't tall enough for me to raise my head up, I have to keep it bent so I am looking between my tits at my spread open and oiled pussy or I would be if I didn't have my old friend the black cloth bag back over my head. My arms are parallel with my back and my wrists are cuffed to the bottom of the cage. Did I mention the entire cage is two feet off the floor, braced on some kind of swivel? I think the entire thing can be set at any angle they choose. At the present time it's angled so that my back is taking about half my weight and my pussy is front and center. The circle of metal is lined for easy access to my cunt if anyone should want to reach in. At the moment the only thing reaching my pussy is waves of heat from an electric space heater pointed directly at the hole in the cage. The heat is also warming the front bars of the cage to a uniformly uncomfortable degree. I must still be in the barn because I can smell hay and manure and other barn type smells while experiencing the cold on my backside that only an unheated space like the barn could provide. Hot and cold seem to be the order of the day, parts of me are freezing, parts are burning, and all of my body is in agony from the whipping, the confinement, and the knowledge that this is only the beginning. I am in big trouble. My mind wanders as my body endures, back along the path that led me here. I was a typical rebellious teenager, never in big trouble but screwing up enough that my grades suffered. The summer before my senior year in high school my father decided he'd had enough. He announced that I was going to spend my summer vacation in a special school for young ladies. I would be taught the academics I would need to graduate and be trained for a field of employment for which I was best suited. I, of course, told him to go to hell. I would decide what I wanted to do after high school; after all I would be an adult. My father, of course, took this pronouncement in stride, agreed that I would be an adult and so should decide my own fate. Like hell. He turned me over his knee, pulled my jeans down, and proceeded to offer reasons why his way might be my best course of action which I tearfully agreed to about twenty minutes later once I fully understood all his reasons for wanting me to succeed in life. In other words he beat my ass raw and gave me no choice in the matter. That was how I found myself at the Woodward Private Institute, a finishing school for girls featuring and I quote "private therapeutic treatment programs for young women." According to Mr. Woodward, the current headmaster, "Elegant, exclusive, challenging, charming, and practical, The Institute will prepare you for a role in the business world and society, aiming to help you become both an efficient, creative hostess as well as a career woman who understands varied cultural customs and is more effective in multicultural environments and dealings. Founded in 1854 by the great grand-mother of the present headmaster, the Institute has developed a unique know-how in International Business and Social Etiquette as well as Diplomatic Protocol. The Finishing program, whilst keeping the best of tradition is also geared to the modern woman. Since 1904, the school also provides its knowledge to other schools and to the corporate world." I was listening very attentively to his pontification, not that I had a great deal of choice, I was tied to a form of spanking bench. My arms spread out to either end of a cross beam while I was forced to bend slightly at the waist, my belly pressed up against a padded bolster, my legs were stretched upwards forcing me to be on tip toe and my ankles were cuffed together. This position I would soon learn left the derriere pointed outwards and level and was the perfect position to administrate a needed correction of attitude. My Father was seated in a large leather chair, listening to Mr. Woodward whilst being able to keep a watchful eye on his wayward child's first disciplinary adventure. Did I mention I had been stripped naked? Something about my clothing being inappropriate to a young lady embarking on her final education experience. I had been ordered to put on the uniform of the school, a rather demure dress with a full skirt and boots. I had declined. The headmaster insisted. When I protested he called in two of the schools "social directors" who proceeded to strip and tie me in my current state awaiting correction. Mr. Woodward didn't keep me waiting long. He produced an oak paddle with holes drilled through the board to cut down on air resistance and proceeded to give me five swats or as he called them demerits. The first had me yowling to the moon as it felt as if my ass had been permanently shattered. My Father walked over and examined my bright red and uniquely marked (those damned holes) ass. I felt his hands roam over my naked butt for the first time since I was a baby. Sure he had spanked me but always over my panties, never on my bare butt. Now his hands explored me in a way that both made me nervous and in some ways excited me. He returned to his chair and watched with a strange gleam in his eye as the remaining four demerits were administrated. "I see she will be in good hands, Mr. Woodward." Father stood next to me shaking hands with the headmaster. My Father reached down and fondled my dangling breasts. "Be good darling and maybe you can return home for the Holiday break." With that my Father strode from the room and my education began. It was to be three long years before I would see my family again. I was not the easiest student to break of my "Many bad habits, poor deportment, and dismal attitude." The headmaster explained the rules of the school, what classes I was to begin with, and the punishments for failure. He then released me from the bench and had me stand in front of him as he examined me in very fine detail while questioning me about school, my classes and grades and life in general. He then began to ask me about my attitudes towards sex, getting more detailed and intimate as he went along. I remember a few of the questions. "Have you preformed oral sex on a boy, on a man, on other female students or teachers?" Yes. No. No, and God no. "Have you ever had intercourse? Were you tied up at the time? Have you ever fantasized about members of your family? Yes. (Once with a senior I thought I was in love with and I sweated for two months worried I got pregnant.) No! Of course not. (Not until my Father started to feel me up, Oh My.) All the time he was quizzing me about my intimate and almost non existent sex life, his hands were roaming about my body in ways I hadn't been touched except by a doctor. Once he finished he took several pictures of me nude from several angles and then had me dress in the school dress. At this point I didn't even ask why there was no underwear, I was just glad to be covered. The headmaster printed out my class schedule on his computer and handed me my schedule and room assignment. I was then given into the hands of one of the social directors and told he would make sure I was given the needed instruction. The next few hours would always be a blur in my mind as I was taken to be fitted for school clothes (stripped again in front of several of the facility and measured more thoroughly then I had ever been measured in my life) and gym clothes and "other equipment?" I was taken to my room, a dorm shared with three other girls and shown my four poster bed, closet, and dressing table. I was given a schedule that according to my instructor was to be followed to the letter. I was also given a list of demerits and was told each demerit would be corrected on Friday evenings after class. Demerits could also be removed for achievements in classes or in extra curricular activities which would be explained at a later date. I was taken to the schools dining hall and given a tray of food from the kitchen. I was told to observe the other students at dinner and take my cues from them but for tonite I was just to eat and go up to bed. I watched as the other students all dressed in long skirts, short sleeve blouses, and boots, glided into the room, and sat with straight backs hands folded in their laps and waited for the signal to begin their dinner. I was sure I could never be as smooth and confidant as these young women. I was doomed. Once back in my room I crawled into bed naked and cried myself to sleep. Back in my cage I must have fallen asleep also because the rocking of the cage and a disgruntled bitching awoke me. I could feel someones hands stroking my sex and feeling the inside of my thighs. The heat was turned off much to my relief even if my backside was cramped from the cold and not moving for however long I had been in here. The heat was turned back on but this time from behind me and felt wonderful. That's when I felt the fingers covered in some kind of slippery substance began coating my pussy and then move down and grease my anus. Something heavy was dragged over in front of me and then I felt a cold hard surface touch both my ass and pussy. I heard a click and felt the cold object begin to press into my ass. I groaned, I squirmed as much as I could to no avail. It pressed against the clenched little ring until it gave up the fight. The thing forced its way into my ass. God, it was cold. I could feel my muscles and intestines beginning to cramp from the intrusion of so much cold in an area that was used to being warm. Then it began to withdraw and another cold hard thick thing began to press into the normally warm and moist pussy until I was filled to painful proportions. Back and forth the things filled and vacated my holes, changing speeds and times that they either laid still at my opening or pressed to the limits my crammed full innards. Just as I got to the point where I could at least tolerate this particular intrusion the damn things began to heat up to a painful degree and vibrate and twist and cool down to freezing. Anything one could do to an inanimate object rammed in a sheath of flesh these damn things did. Once every minute or so the damn things even came, squirting hot or cold goo that coated my insides and kept the damn things from ripping me apart. How long I endured this particular punishment I couldn't say but to me it seemed like my whole life had narrowed to friction in my ass and pussy and heat and cold. Despite the cramped position, the heat, and the cold, my body started to respond to the driving twisting movement stimulating my nether regions. They must have noticed. Of course they noticed. What kind of torturers would they be if they didn't notice? I heard a sound, a crackling, a noise I should have recognized. The electrical shock delivered directly to my clit, lit up my entire body. Muscles spasmed, nerves screamed and my body slammed against the cold and hot iron bars, repeatedly. It ended finally and my body slumped against my cage. Now I could identify the sound. A high powered tens unit. Nero-electrical stimulation, at low power, a therapeutic device to stimulate muscles and nerves for physical therapy. At the level it was used on me it was purely a pain and punishment device. Emphasis on punishment! My muscles had cramped or been strained, nerves had been fried. Too much, too much to handle, I drifted away. My first day in my new school started with one of the s.d.'s hauling me out of bed and dumping my naked ass on the floor. "Young ladies do not sleep in the nude. Two demerits. Sleeping through morning wake up; two demerits." He stood looking down at my naked body with distain. "If you don't wish to receive more demerits I would suggest you perform your morning toilet and present yourself to breakfast in the next five minutes." He strode out of the room without a backward glance. My wonderful roommates had quite deliberately not awakened me, leaving me to the tender mercies of the social director. I rushed to wash my face and put on one of the dresses I found in my closet before rushing to the dining hall. I made it in just under five minutes only to discover that morning breakfast dress is gym clothes as everyone's first class in the morning is physical education. I received two demerits for being "inappropriately dressed." Family Ties Ch. 07 P.E. was my first shock of the day as we were run through a set of exercises that my old gym teacher would have died rather than see young ladies attempting. First were the warm-ups, general stretching and bending. Next came moves I had only seen in ballet classes designed to stretch the leg and back muscles and done slowly to give each move a semblance of grace. Next we were placed on our backs to do pelvic lifts and Kegel techniques. According to the P.E. Instructress (a bruin Hilda looking German woman of amazing proportions, wearing a skin tight leotard that covered everything and concealed nothing.) "Zee aim of Kegel exercises, named after Dr. Arnold Kegel, consists of contracting and relaxing the muscles which form part of the pelvic floor, zhis is to fortify muscle tone by strengthening the pubococcygeus muscles of the pelvic floor." Here she paused and pointed at her barely covered cunt. "Kegel exercises make the vagina tighter. A Kegel exerciser is a medical device designed to be used by women to exercise the PC muscle. Zare are three main types: barbells, springs, und rubber bulbs. The vaginal barbell can be used as a vaginal exerciser or as a vaginal dildo or sex toy. It is made of smooth stainless steel. It is cylindrical in shape, with a rounded bulge at each end. Zhey typically weigh one pound and measure approximately 6 ¾ inches in length about the size of your boyfriends, yah?" This got embarrassed laughs from most of the class. "Zhey have a diameter of one inch at the widest part. Being made of stainless steel, vaginal barbells are nonporous and can be wiped clean with a cloth moistened with mild soap and water. Because zhey do not have a flared base, vone should not be used as an anal dildo as zere is no way to prevent zem from slipping inside. Spring devices are made of plastic, with removable springs to allow progressive resistance. Zese allow pressing directly against resistance. An advantage of rubber bulb devices is zhat zhey provide visual feedback (via a gauge) of how much pressure you are applying. Zat is vat you will be using today." Once again I and the rest of the class were made to strip off our pants and insert these devices much to the amusement of the older classes, to whom these exercises must have been old news. We were informed we were expected to practice twice a day until we reached an acceptable level. What that level was and how it would be measured none of us dared ask. At the end of the class we were sent to the showers and then back to our rooms to change into regular class wear. Walking through a school wearing only a towel was a new experience but most of the older girls seemed to think nothing of it, in fact several merely carried their towels over their shoulders walking naked back to their rooms past many of the male faculty as though it was nothing unusual. Even wrapped in my towel I and several of my junior classmates were blushing bright red. Once dressed I hurried to my next class, which turned out to be also an orientation for the new girls in school. Liz Brewster, the etiquette teacher gave the lecture, "Ladies, for the next five years, we here at the institute will be training you to be the women of the future. Here we teach three and only three career paths. Number one, Companion. A Companion from our school is a full time 24/7/365 profession. A Companion is literate, informed on world events, physically able to handle anything the client wants to do, knowledgeable in all forms of style, of deportment, elocution. She can be equally at home in the finest hotels and dining establishments as she is at a rodeo. Companions are taught massage, tantra, computers, cooking." She paused. "Companions will master some of the hardest techniques in haut cuisine." "In other words a Companion is able to fit into any situation and provide for the clients needs. This is not a lady of the evening or a paid escort but a life partner. Only the best of the best are chosen for this position. Many of our companions are now the wives of some of the most powerful men in the world." The second career path is The Executive Assistant. The training is similar to that of the Companion but with an emphasis on business and the law. Our E.A.'s are the most sought by the fortune five hundred C.E.O's, top law firms and politicians world wide. Many have gone on to head the very companies that hired them originally." "The third position is the most demanding physically. Personnel body guard." She laughed at the shocked expressions. "Hardly seems like it fits in with the rest does it? However our people have to fit in and be invisible in a highly visible position. Ideally no one would ever know that the pleasant young woman escort is armed to the teeth and deadlier than the hulking security guard. They will focus on that guard when going after one of our clients. By the time they realize their mistake, the client will be safe and the attackers neutralized." "Which career path you will be set upon will be determined by your first year's performance. Basic classes are the same for all three careers. You will be taught to master your own bodies and desires and to master the desires of your clients." Here she looked at each of us in turn. "You will be taught to please sexually any man or women. You will leave this school one of the most sensual creatures on the planet. Sex is our greatest asset and weapon and you will each become masters at it. This is not your grandmother's college course; here you will learn the realities of the future." I awoke in a small cell lying on a cot with a thin blanket, my body in too much pain to catalog. I thought about the realities of the future, which at one time seemed open and endless and now looked to be very short and bleak. In school we had heard of the many grand successes of some of our graduates. Wives of presidents or C.E.O's, some had gone on to become politicians or C.E.O.'s in their own right though that was frowned upon. We were the powers behind the throne, the whispers in the ears of power. We were the instigators that changed the world, not the world changers ourselves. We were Helen of Troy, not Cleopatra. Jackie Kennedy, not Jack. Caesar's wife not Caesar himself and if you think that was a secondary position you don't know your history. One of Caesar's wives was the entire reason we have Christianity instead of the many roman gods in the world today. That is power. Our failures were few and far between. I unfortunately was one of those. My failure would go down in the Institute's records as one of the most idiotic; my punishment should probably set records also. I could hear my punishers coming, heavy boot steps approaching my cell. I stood in the center of the cell, head down awaiting my fate. The cell door was unlocked, swinging open to reveal my warden. "Christine. I am so disappointed in you!" The voice was familiar, the face even more so. I stood in shame, naked and unclothed before the man that had always encouraged me, loved me, and always took the time to talk to me growing up. My humiliation and failure was complete. "I'm sorry Grandpa." Family Ties Ch. 08 Chapter Eight: Free at last and heading home. Free at last, free at last. Thank the gods I'm free at last! Eighteen years of servitude, toil and degradation was finally over. I had graduated, received my walking papers, got my M.B.A and been released from the prison of university life and unlike my poor colleagues, my fellow toilers at the well of finer education I was not going out into the cold cruel world of reality to search for an entry level position, trying to build a life and advance at some corporation while paying for the last six years of very expensive learning at six percent interest compounded yearly. I was free and about to apply my vast business knowledge (according to that shiny new piece of paper I had been presented) and my minor in farm management to the business of taking over my family business. Gramps wanted to retire and Dad was running the place but as he himself admitted without the necessary background. That's where I come in. I was now to be groomed to run the family farm. Ok, I can hear the laughter, eighteen years of schooling to drive a tractor and slop pigs. Not exactly. My family's farm is more of a pony/training facility. Still the laughter? Oh, not the type of ponies those little girls want for their birthdays. These ponies are the type that little girls someday hope to become. Now you're beginning to understand, we train young women to be human ponies. We also train wives and girlfriends and mistresses to be ponies or puppies or just good ole fashioned domestic slaves. Sex slaves, pain sluts or total submissive's, we train um all. Take my sister for example; she has been a sex slave/pain slut for the last three years. A year and a half with my father who trained her and the last year and a half as my personnel slave, taking care of my every need, want and desire whilst keeping our apartment clean, doing the cooking and shopping and generally taking care of everything so I could concentrate on my studies. Incest! Gasp horrified expressions of religious fervor! Give me a break. Two hundred years ago maybe there was a justification, but with today's modern birth control methods and without a belief in that ole time religion, she is just another willing pussy, as is my mother and older sister and my grandmother cum to think of it. Yeah it's a family thing. I dare any male over the age of twelve to tell me he didn't at least have a fleeting thought of it when he caught sight of his sister or mother naked in the bath or swimming in the family pool. Ever have an aunt come over for the holidays and catch her or one of your female cousin's in flagrante delicto? If the thought didn't cross your mind and harden your cock, I'm sorry for you. Regardless in my family we all enjoy each other as sexual beings as well as dominates and submissive's. I suppose sometime in the future I will have to shop for a wife as the saying goes and my sister will want a husband of her own but for now we are young and free (that wonderful word again) and time is on our side. My entire family was there at graduation to see me parade around in my cap and gown with the exception of my older sister Christine. When I asked about her Gramps said we would talk later and I was so busy it slipped right out of my thoughts. Even our neighbor Connie came to watch the ceremonies and congratulate me on my achievement. There was surprising news on that front which I'll get to later. Dad took everyone out to dinner at a real fine restaurant and a good time was had by all, as the saying goes. While I was technically free, finishing up various academic things kept me at the university for another month after graduation. Paperwork, closing out accounts at the library, the bookstore: finishing my paperwork for the various students that I was a teaching assistant for all required time. Finally all I's were crossed and the T's dotted and all that was left was the going away party hosted by friends we had made during our time here. Collen and his girlfriend had a nice house a few blocks away from campus with a pool and spa which in the early summer was the perfect place for a party. Thirty people, some we knew, and some we had just met or seen around campus showed up and by 10 pm everyone was feeling no pain. Collen ran a nice bar and several keggers had everyone enjoying the warm summer night. Experience is a good thing, so unlike the last time I was at a party where almost everyone stripped off and had fun, this time I was just feeling the booze and not totally inebriated. The same could not be said for my sister/slave (known as my girlfriend to the campus crowd). She was totally soused, gonzo, three and a half sheets to the wind. This had the effect of lowering what few inhibitions she possessed, to the point where I found her naked in the spa, a cock buried in her pussy from behind and another working to push it's way into her stomach via her deep throat. I was seated in a lounge chair watching the sexual antics of the very athletic trio and enjoying the show. Collen and his significant other Pamela had come over to join me, worried no doubt about my reaction to the goings on in the spa. I reassured them with my first words. "If there was room, I'd see it she could handle three cocks at one time but the positioning in that spa would be a bitch and far too much work for as relaxed and comfortable as I am feeling at the moment." I smiled as they pulled up chairs next to mine. "They do put on a good show." Pam a striking red haired slim woman had a body builder's biceps and a dancers legs, the result of years of fencing. She was slim waisted and small breasted and sitting much closer than was usual for someone you hadn't been intimate with while Collen with his tennis players body and California blond surfer hair was relaxing behind her. "We are so glad you're not upset." Pam smiled and leaned in even closer. "We have wanted to try a three way for some time now but were hesitant. We wanted to find someone that could handle the dynamics without getting stuck on the whole love/sex thing." I looked over a Collen and saw his ear to ear grin and he nodded which I took as a good sign. "Here in public or would you rather slip inside to the privacy of your bedroom?" Pam smiled and kissed my cheek as she stood up. "Give me a few minutes and them you boys come along to our room." Pam half sauntered half ran for the sliding glass door to the house. Collen stood up and excused himself saying he was going to fetch drinks for the three of us. I walked over to the spa and tapped my sister on the shoulder. "Be good to the gentlemen. I will be back in a while." She nodded but couldn't say much around the cock stuffed in her eagerly sucking mouth. I laughed and headed for the house. Once inside our hosts nicely furnished and decorated home I headed for the bathroom to relieve myself and wash up a bit before making my way upstairs to the master bedroom. I paused in the doorway just taking in the scene of Pam's now naked and oiled body laying on the sheet a top her bed. Seeing all the muscled and trimmed body, those tiny firm tits and wet and oil glistening pussy gave me an instant hard on. Collen came up behind me with a couple of bottles of nice wine and three glasses. "Waiting for an invitation?" "Nope just enjoying the view!" I waved at the king sized bed with its naked occupant now on her hands and knees facing us. "I see what you mean!" I walked over and bent down to kiss Pam as Collen began to open the wine. Pam kissed as good as she looked. Her fingers were already busy opening my drawstring on the swim trunks and pushing the material down my legs to pool on the floor. She continued to kiss down my body until she reached her goal, kissing from my stomach along the top of my hardened cock and sucking in the head. Her tongue made rapid swirls around the tip of my organ then began licking her way back down the underside of my organ, where she sucked in first one then the other ball sack and proceeded to lick and suck on them. Collen handed me a glass of wine as he crawled up on the bed behind his beautiful companion. He spread her ass cheeks and kissed, licked and nibbled on the firm flesh. I took a drink, taking time to enjoy the sparking bite of the alcohol before dribbling a few drops at a time the golden nectar over my cock and into the open mouth of this pretty woman servicing my cock. Pam pulled away swallowing, opened her mouth and murmured "More" I poured a little directly into her waiting mouth and watched as she let it fill the lower jaw, capturing it, and then using her half filled mouthful to bath the head of my cock in a pool of cool liquid in her warm oral cavern. She griped my ass cheeks and forced her head down on my cock swallowing the now warmed wine and my shaft in one easy swallow. She held me in her throat, the muscles massaging my shaft as her tongue teased the rest of my cock. Collen had been working over her ass, loosening up the tight ring of her anus. I watched as he pressed one then two and finally three fingers into her rear and the remaining into her open cunt until he was holding her like a bowling ball. Now he reached around her leg with his other hand and began to search out and manipulate her clit. This brought her gasping and rising to her knees, which gave me the perfect chance to swoop in and suck the tiny hard buds of her small breasts completely into my mouth tonguing her nips into hardened arousal. I bit each little nub lightly drawing a swift intake of breath from my hostess, her arm wrapped around my head and pulled me in closer and tighter. "More, harder." She instructed. Always one to please a lady, I sucked as much of her right tit as deep in my mouth as I could and lightly bit down on the breast. She tightening muscles pressing me closer signaled she was enjoying this so I bit harder. A long drawn out "Ahhhhhh" gave me the incentive to continue and I swapped tits. This time I went for a little more pain as I bit and felt her shudder. Her fingers were wrapping themselves in my hair and holding tight. Collen had released his hold on her ass and pussy and was pressing into her tight ring with a truly impressively wide cock. He wasn't overly long but was at least as wide as my wrist. I could feel her shuddering and pushing back against him as his length disappeared into her rear passage. She dropped back onto all fours and once again found my cock with her talented lips and tongue. I took her short red hair in my fingers and took control of her head matching my face fucking to Collen's rhythm as he fucked her ass and we seesawed the woman between us like pistons in an engine. Pam was slowly getting noisier as her voice went primal and her facial muscles grew tighter the closer she came to her tipping point. When she began to shudder through her climax Collen slammed into her to the root of his cock and I unloaded onto her face as she screamed with her own climax. Collen pulled out and sprayed his load over her back and ass just moments later and we all three collapsed on the bed. Sis choose that moment to walk into the room looking to see if it was ok to join us. I waved her in and told her to clean us up. She was topless having lost her bikini top somewhere between the pool and spa and Collen seemed mesmerized by her swaying and ringed juggs as she crawled onto the bed and began licking his spunk from Pam's back and ass. When Pam' backside was clean she sucked Collen's wide cock into her mouth and cleaned him. Pam allowed her to kiss and lick my dripping sperm from her face and tit's before she finally came over and gently licked my cock and balls to glistening perfection. I handed her my wine glass to wash down her efforts and thanked her for the service. Both Pam and Collen were fascinated by the rings in her nipples and pussy lips and spent awhile examining her. One thing lead to another and Pam was soon doing a lezbo sixty nine a top of Lauren while Collen fucked sis's pussy and I fucked Pam's tight little hot box. None of us lasted long even though we had cum quite well not a half hour earlier, but the effect of a hot tongue on the clit while a hotter cock spears your pussy or plunging deep into a war and wet pussy while a snake like tongue stimulates the upper ridge of your cock has the tendency to stimulate the explosive ending of a session no matter what went on before. What happened to the rest of the guests, how long the pool party went on we never did learn as we spent the rest of the evening and far into the night exploring our own smaller more intimate party. Sunday dawned and stretched into midmorning before I was able to crank open a single eye only to see a warm pink sunrise climbing over the top of a blue sheet mountain. Pam's glorious naked tit stared me in the face and I was wrapped around her still sleeping form. Warm softness snuggled into my backside informing me where my sister was and the heavy muscular arm across my midsection told me Collen was on sis's other side and wrapped around her as well. Of all the things I like about sex waking up wrapped in warm bodies after a night of hot sweaty sex is probably the best. Pam noticed I was awake and kissed me good morning, but before I could take that kiss further she shushed me and beckoned with her finger for me to follow her as she glided out of bed and drew me along. She closed the door softly behind us and turned to give me a proper good morning kiss. Snuggling up to and embracing a warm relaxed and soft in the right places woman is a great way to start a day. We walked down the stairs naked as the day we were born hand in hand and headed for the kitchen. Hot fresh coffee is almost, almost as good as a warm woman first thing in the am. "Thank you and Lauren, last night was incredible." I smiled. "You were pretty incredible yourself. And Lauren and Collen seemed to be enjoying themselves if I remember correctly." Pam laughed an easy relaxed laugh. "Oh you remember correctly. Collen is totally enamored by those big titties of your girlfriend and those rings. I am afraid he is going to want me to get pierced as much fun as he was having with them. I'm afraid my tiny tits won't be enough to satisfy him now." "I think Collen is a lucky man. And your tits are just fine as I recall from last night, perfect for sucking in and biting." Her hands went to her tits. "Yes you did and I'm not one who can take a lot of pain but somehow last night it was wonderful even if I am a bit sore this morning." I brushed her hands aside and massaged her tits. "Not too sore I hope?" I bent over and began sucking on her nipples again. Her intake of breath told me sore wasn't what she was feeling. Her hand stroked my cock and the resulting wood told her how I was feeling. We kissed and groped and played for a few minutes before I turned her around and bent her over the counter. I snatched up a bottle of olive oil from the display rack on the counter and oiled my cock and her ass. She crouched and offered the best angle as I pressed my dick into her resisting ass ring and slowly began to insert myself into her. We began slowly enough to allow her to open to me but before to long I was pounding her butt like there was gold at the bottom and I was drilling for all I was worth. The edge of the counter was hitting her right across her clit and she came twice before I emptied my load into her sweet ass. I lifted her light frame and dropped into the chair with her on my lap and still impaled on my cock. We sat snuggled and drank the remainder of our coffees, before Pam eased herself off my now less than rigid member. She ran off to the bathroom as I poured us both another cup. Pam returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned me up ending with a lick and a promise. We sat enjoying the morning and had actually begun breakfast fixings when the two slug a beds finally managed to stumble down and join us. Collen and Lauren had indulged far more than Pam or I and were paying for it this morning. "Mimosa's that's what we need. A little hair of the dog." Pam went and brought a bottle of champagne which I opened as she mixed up some frozen o.j. Several glasses and a hearty breakfast later we adjourned to poolside, everyone still sans suit, or anything else and spent the early afternoon just soaking up the sun and talking. Collen had secured a position in town and Pam was already coaching fencing at the university so they were pretty well set for the next few years. We discussed the farm that I would be managing (not that I could tell them much about what the farm really produced) and we all wanted to stay in touch and get together when possible. Lauren and I left early that evening to finish our packing with two very close friends as a finish point to our educational experience. Monday found us on the road, the apartment cleaned up and returned to the management company and looking forward to reaching the farm and the next chapter in our lives. It was early afternoon when we cleared the last gate to find the entire family waiting for us by the old farm house. Hugs and kisses and congratulations all around and then Gramps and Dad sprung their little surprise. Not one but two new houses had been built each on its own small area of land forming a new square with the old farm house and the two barns. One was for my parents who had moved in upon completion last fall and the newest one for me and for the moment sis. While from the outside all three residences looked almost the same, on the inside my new home was as ultra modern as Gramps was old fashioned. Solar heating and cooling, ultra efficient insulation and three pane windows, satellite TV and high speed data connections throughout. Marvelous walk in fridge and pantry, spa tubs and stand alone showers, big screen TV sets and the biggest kitchen I'd ever seen. Gramps walked me around the farm updating me on several new things when I saw a slave in heavy chains, covered in whip marks and filthy from blood, dirt and other fluids I couldn't even identify. She was a mess. I looked at Gramps and for the first time in my life Gramps wouldn't look me in the eyes. I stopped him and really looked at the slave. Christine. What the fuck? Gramps suddenly looked every bit the worn out old man instead of the vibrant hale and hearty man I knew him to be. "Son." His voice quivered. "We need to talk about your sister." Suddenly the thought that I was free at last sounded more like the slamming of a cage door in my head. Family Ties Ch. 09 My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Votes and comments are as always gratefully received. E-mail will get a personnel response if you remember to leave me a return e-mail address. Enjoy. Dom Woolf Chapter nine: September Morning I am sitting in a cold drafty barn, my butt freezing on the thin layer of straw barely covering the rough hewn boards that make up the floor. At least I'm dressed in a winter coat; the girl hanging from the rafters in a small iron cage is naked except for the dirt, excrement and other filth that covers her shivering body. A portable gas heater is pointed at the cage and is probably heating the bars to an uncomfortable degree, but only on one side, the rest of the cage is open to the cold blasts of air that swirl through the old structure. It is only the first week of September and while the days get into the eighties at night the temperature plummets below fifty. Fall is here and winter is not far behind. I can't see her face due to the rough hemp bag tied over her head but I can remember her smile and the way her eyes would light up when she was up to some mischief. I remember her tanned and toned body glistening with oil and water as she rose from the pool, wet hair flung back and dripping, a mermaid or the Lady of the Lake. Unlike my younger sister who was the bane of my young existence, Christine was the keeper of secrets, the soft touch when I needed another quarter, the wise one that could help me with my homework or who would spend time watching those dumb monster flicks with me when no one else in the family could stand them. We would laugh at Benny Hill or be in groused in the adventures of the Highlander and she would be the one to plead with our father to watch the last fifteen minutes promising immediate tooth brushing and bed with no further stalling. Please Dad! She was the babysitter and the one in charge of us younger siblings and could always make us behave with a joke and laughter rather than fear and intimidation. She was the one that got me out of a lot of trouble growing up and now she was the one in trouble and I didn't know if I could help. She had been one of a very elite group of women who were entrusted and trained to be the power behind the thrones of some of the worlds most powerful people and she let a momentary lapse of judgment ruin six years investment in her training and forcing the school to not only return her very high contract payment but also make restitution not only in monetary form but in favors owed, which were called in to hush up and mitigate the charges against some very powerful people. Charges that would never have seen the light of day had not my sister screwed up. The Firm is the group of wealthy families that runs an international organization, some of which is legal and upstanding and upfront business, some of which is not so legal and not so upstanding and some that are down right forbidden and could bring down nations if discovered. They run the Institute that Christine was a graduate from and they use and have an agreement with my Grandfathers farm, part of which is to punish certain employees that have caused problems. It was their way of exacting payment for sins against The Firm. Someone had to pay and that someone was Christine. My fear was that the cost would be her life. That was a cost I wasn't willing to pay. I stood up slowly, painfully aware of my stiff muscles and headed for the big house and my father and grandfather. On the way I stopped and issued orders to the two trainers I passed, and then I walked into the house. My mother and sister slave my grand mother were kneeling beside their husbands and masters, neither wore any clothes and it was clear I was going to interrupt a quiet evening of television. "You two, out." I ordered. They both looked up at their masters but when no orders to the contrary were forthcoming stood and left the room. I closed the door behind them and went over to the remaining chair and sat. Several minutes of silence passed before I spoke up and they waited patiently. "Her death is unacceptable. Punishment, yes, deservedly so but I refuse to watch her die for something so stupid." I said quietly. "We have several millions in the bank and much more invested in both this farm and our lifestyle. Buying off her contract will be expensive; I understand that. It may severely dent our reserves but we can afford it!" My father spoke up. "It will damage our standing in the international community and will cost us a lot of future business if we go against the firm." "I have thought of that and may be able to negotiate a solution that will pacify everyone." I looked at my two mentors and began my pitch. "Here's my plan......" Several tense days of negotiations followed that long night of discussions and arguments with my seniors, but in the end they had given over the farm to me to run and I was the one who would be responsible for what followed. They also left it up to me to make the deal with The Firm and the Institute and that was a whole nother type of battle. I returned to the farm bloody by unbowed two weeks later. After briefing my Grandfather and my Father, I returned to my house and the spare bedroom where my older sister had been cared for and nursed back to some semblance of health. She lay on the bed, chained by one ankle to a bedpost, still pale and thin but looking much better than the last time I had seen her. I closed the door and pulled up a chair next to the bed. Christine looked up at me afraid of what I was going to say, afraid that I had come back to pronounce that the firm wanted her tortured to death. I spent several minutes just looking at her scared and thin body. "You are to remain a slave, the rest of your life. All that you owned or were owed is to be forfeit and used as restitution. You are confined to this farm. Period. You are not allowed to speak to anyone outside the family. Any failure to comply will bring an automatic death sentence and the family will have to pay a fine that will ruin us." I paused. "Or you can choose death. You have 24 hours to decide." I stood and walked out. My younger sister, who is my personnel slave waited in the kitchen of our home, naked, kneeling with hot coffee ready to be poured. She knows I always like a cup to settle down and for the last year and a half always had fresh coffee waiting. I sat and drained half a cup whilst running my fingers through her beautiful dark hair. It soothes me. I spent the rest of the morning doing the mundane paperwork that every business seems to generate. There was a knock on my office door around one o'clock, I looked up as my mother dressed in her usual corset stockings and heels brought in a covered tray and laid it on my desk before kneeling at my side. I lifted the covers to find my favorite lunch foods laid out. A salad with blue cheese dressing, a homemade hamburger on a sourdough toasted bun with bacon and cheese and a plate of onion rings steaming hot, there was even a ice cold container of home made ice cream shake. Suddenly I realized I hadn't eaten since before the plane trip back home and I was starving. I tore into the food, barely remembering to feed bites to my mother as she knelt beside me and for twenty minutes I blissfully pigged out. "That was great! Thanks, Mom. I'd forgotten too eat this morning. (Truthfully I had not had much appetite since finding out about Christine's predicament.) My Mother recently retired from running her own temporary agency and had moved to the farm with Dad when he retired to take over the family business. He had only agreed to run the farm until I finished college and could assume the responsibility which I now had and which was weighing heavily on my every thought. Mom moved over between my legs and unzipped my pants. I leaned back in my chair and watched as my Mother began to kiss and lick my rapidly hardening cock. She was my boyhood fantasies come true, half naked, dressed in her sexy outfit and worshipping my cock. My Mother, My slave. Watching her head bob up and down as her golden brown hair brushed against my pants, feeling her hot moist mouth and wet slippery tongue slide across my cock and knowing I could shove my now steel hard rod into any wet and welcoming hole in her tanned and trim body had fueled as many new fantasies in the two years since I was let in on the family secret as I had ever had as a growing and horny teen. I think I was more in love with my Mother now than I had been as her boy growing up. I stood up and stripped off my clothes then grasped her hair and used it as a guide to put her on all fours as I maneuvered myself behind and between her knees. Her firm rounded buttocks framed by the corset and the garters with her visible pussy lips hanging down almost had me ready to pop before I ever laid cock to pussy. I spent a few minutes, kissing and nipping at her firm yet soft ass flesh while running my fingers between her wet lips and dipping into her ready and moist hole. I loved the sighs and sharp intakes of breath as I played with her clit or suddenly inserted between one and three fingers into her virgina pressing against her g spot. (Yes, I took a few human sexuality courses in my last years at college. You can't work on the engine if you don't know what and where the parts are and how they work together.) I also used some of her very moist drippings to lube her anus as I had plans for that hole as well. When her forehead hit the floor and her ass was as high and spread as she could push herself I began to insert my manhood into the dark spot from which it had sprung so many years ago. I used her hip bones as handles and rode the woman for all I was worth. Long deep strokes and short jabbing thrusts, I would bring her to the release point and freeze waiting for her trembling muscles to settle down just enough before starting again. Finally I heard what I had been waiting for, her breathless pleading; her teeth clenched "Master, Please. Fuck me." I rammed her hard and steady using both my leg muscles to slam forwards and her hip bones to pull her tight into my thrusts until she came screaming into her orgasm. As she collapsed forward I pulled out of her dripping pussy and thrust into her now relaxed ass in one hard thrust. She arched her back coming almost completely straight up and that's when I trapped her arms as I grabbed her beautiful breasts in both hands and pulled her tight against me. One further hard thrust and my cock exploded flooding deep in her rear canal with my molten spunk. We knelt on the carpeted floor, her sitting on my thighs, my cock still buried to the hilt in her ass as we caught our breath, her head turned towards me as we kissed. How long we sat holding each other I have no clue but when she slowly toppled forward drawing out my member from her body, my legs were both asleep. We lay side by side recovering. My Mother turned on her side and smiled at me. "Thank you My Lord for saving my daughter, your sister. Neither you're Father nor was your Grandfather willing to risk the family fortune." "It wasn't their decision to make, it was mine. I don't know yet if it was a financially sound decision, but it was the right one." My mother was still smiling when she left with the dishes a little while later and I had sis wash me clean in our shower before I got dressed to tour the farm. September and business despite the "scandal" was busy. We had four ponies in training, five wives's being taught to be submissive's, two girlfriends being trained as maids and two women being taught how to be pain sluts. Most of these put in several hours each day in the fields, working and harvesting the crops that kept our farm status and provided fresh vegetables for Grandma's table. Several fruit crops including a long fence line of boysenberries and blackberries provided fruit for canning, fresh fruit for eating and plenty left over for sale in town. The thorny bushes also provided some natural opportunities for either punishment or pain training, something the trainers took utmost advantage of. There is just something about seeing a naked and sweating female form being fucked from behind as her breasts, belly and pussy are pressed into the thorns of a bush laden with fruit, watching as the juice stains her skin and hearing her tiny gasps of pain each time you thrust her forward into the thorns as you plow her pussy or ass that just makes it so enjoyable. We ate a lot of fresh preserves and fresh fruit poured over ice cream that fall. I watched as two pony girls pulled a wagon load of corn from the field. The trainer used her whip to touch up their stance and make sure their legs were lifted high enough regardless of the load they were working. If they could keep proper position pulling such a load, pulling a surrey or racing cart would be a cinch. I watched as four of the wives/submissive's and one of the maids in training returned from the fields in the early afternoon. All looked tired and sweat and dirt covered as they were marched over to the outdoor shower. Training takes all forms and getting these city women used to being naked and used to washing each other was just one step in their routines. It got them more relaxed about nudity and touching and being touched by their own sex. The dominate males and male trainers around here got them plenty used to being touched by the opposite sex. I made a note that one of the women's breasts were getting sunburned to the point of being a heath problem and notified one of the trainers. Walking around the barn I stopped to watch one of the show ponies being worked. Tits up and belled, knees raised just so as she pranced around the ring, tail swishing to and fro looking almost real as it was the exact same color as her long ponytail. Gramps had said this one was just here for training and came with her own trainer and attendants, gear and sleeping facility. I understood she was some sort of champion in the human pony circuit and highly prized by her owner, who wanted her trained here in part so her training wouldn't be seen until the next pony event. I really didn't care about ponies but he paid extremely well for the use of our farm so I checked up on her with her trainer just to make damn sure there was nothing they needed. I ran into Gramps and Dad at different times on my walk about, going over with each of them questions I had or suggestions for use and or improvements of different aspects of the farm. (Things of no interest to most people just day to day activities around any working farm.) By the time I heard the dinner bell ringing at the main house, I had toured most of the farm as was getting to be my routine a couple of times a week. I was of the firm belief that the more I knew about every aspect of the farm and the training the better I could become as its manager. Dinner was for the first time in a long time a bit strained to say the least. Neither Dad nor Gramps had much to say. Mom, Grandma and my younger sister were grinning like idiots. I was sitting there without much appetite once again because I was worried which choice Christine would make and whither or not I had done the right thing for the entire family. Suddenly being the head of the family didn't seem as much fun as the soap opera's make it seem on TV. I had made a good bargain; at least I hoped I had. I had paid off The Firm with most of our reserve capital and that worried me some but what else could I do? She was a dumb slut. Granted. She had seriously pissed off very powerful people, who could make things very rough for this family, but that was the entire point. Christine was family, come hell, or high water that was the most important thing. She was family and nothing was worth more than that. Suddenly with that internal revelation I relaxed and attacked my supper with a gusto that surprised everyone at the table. Even not knowing what choice Christine would make didn't matter any more; I had done my best, for Christine and for the family. The rest was up to the gods. I could go to sleep tonite not afraid to look in the mirror in the morning. I had done my best. After dinner I took sis back to our house, her carrying a tray for Christine. I spent some time finishing up the days paperwork, checked my e-mail and gathered up my sister/slave and went to bed. Getting up at cock crow is an old standard of farm life; it's also for the birds. Yeah the servants/slaves/maids and ponies need to be up and about their daily routines at the crack of dawn and I suppose that means the trainers have to be up long before that noisy crack but I'll be damned if I "The Master of all I survey" (just kidding) was going to get up that damned early. I mean what was the use of servants if you beat them to the coffee pot? Where was their chance to serve? I rolled out of sleep sometime near eight to the smell of fresh coffee and the sight of my half-naked (she was wearing some kind of gauzy silky genie type pants with slits in interesting places) holding out a large mug in my general direction. I took my time with my coffee and my shower (just had her wash me no sex this morning) it was still before nine when I stood outside my older sisters room. I took a deep breath and let it out then opened the door. Summer My humiliation and failure was complete, nothing worse could be done to me. My Grandfather was going to be in charge of exacting The Firms revenge for my stupidity. I remembered back to the first summer vacation I had gotten to take from the Woodward Private Institute. It was the summer break between my sophomore and junior years. The three previous summers I had remained at school, partially my own fault, my grades and advancement while good enough for the most part it was felt additional training over the vacations would improve areas where and I quote "Your physical responses are adequate, barely. Your performance lacks grace and style that practice will improve and while there are no formal classes; reviewing the last years academics can only help your studies for next semester." My sophomore year I worked my ass off and actually got better than average grades and performance reviews. So I was going home for the summer. I would see my family for the first time in three years. The final class was over, already many of the other girls were being picked up. We would wait like proper young ladies in our rooms, bags packed, sitting quietly on our straight back chairs and one by one the social directors would appear in our doorway and say a name. The lucky girl would pick up her bags and waltz through the door to relative freedom. When my turn came at long last I thought I would explode from my chair and run screaming down the hall and into the arms of my beloved family, however three years of training and discipline controlled my body far more than my meager mind was capable of. I stood, gracefully knelt down between my bags, and stood to follow the social director a carefully trained three steps behind. To my surprise I was taken to the headmaster Mr. Woodward's office. The social director knocked once on the polished oak door and ushered me inside. Déjà vu, once again I was in the headmaster's office and my Father was seated in the comfortable leather guest chair. This time however instead of punk/goth clothes I wore the regulation school uniform, White blouse buttoned up, school tie, plaid skirt down to the tops of my knees and black leather high heeled boots. Family Ties Ch. 09 This time instead of too much makeup and wild hair, slouching in defiance, I stood straight and proud, shoulders back, hair styled, and just the right amount of makeup to enhance my looks instead of shout was a bitch I was. (I told you I had learned my lessons. Pain is a wonderful teacher.) "Quite the change." Was my Fathers first remark as he sat appraising me the way one would a car that he was considering buying. "Indeed, she was a bit more of a discipline problem than I had expected. Quite stubborn and will full, but as you can see she has come around to the proper way of thinking." "Her academics are finally beginning to reach acceptable levels and her performance levels while not spectacular are above the norm and improving." "I'd like a demonstration if you don't mind, headmaster." "Certainly." Mr. Woodward looked at me. "Strip, please." Three years of training came damn close to going out the window at those simple words. I was used to being told to strip, for gym, for sexual training classes, for punishments, in front of classes and teachers and social directors and even in front of classes full of young men (more about that later) but to be told to strip and show off the things I've learned in front of my Father? The training and discipline kicked in, I doubt either man noticed the hesitation. I began to unbutton my starched white blouse. "Leave the boots on." My Father ordered. Did he know what was happening? He must with that order. I folded the blouse and skirt and placed the tie on top. I struck the first pose we are taught, legs slightly apart, one hand gracefully placed on hip, the other down along our bodies with the hand turned open and out, back straight and tits up and out. "Submit!" My Fathers voice, my trainers lessons. I sank into a graceful kneeling form, and then slid down, head on the floor, arms extended out and wrists crossed. The headmaster walked around my prone body, checking every point of my position. He bent down and whispered quietly. "Point those toes." He straightened up and strode over to my Father, the two men discussing I assume, me, in quiet tones as I remained where I was commanded to be. "Your Father wants to assess your progress. You will service him to the best of your rather limited abilities." I both froze and panicked. Service at the institute had only one meaning. It was a command to service a male person's member. Orally. I had just been ordered to suck my Fathers cock. I hesitated a second too long. Headmaster Woodward's ever present riding crop landed with his usual precision between my ass cheeks wrapping around to land squarely on my exposed cunt lips. I bit back a scream and slowly rose up on my hands and knees crawling with the exaggerated movements we had been taught. Done correctly it is a slow sensuous movement with cat like form and grace. Mine wasn't bad under normal circumstances but now was more lumbering cow than feline slink. I remember the whole time moving towards the man in the chair as if a movie was being played in slow motion. The entire way a little voice in the back of my mind was screaming. "You can't do this! It's you're Father. You can't suck your Fathers dick. This is incest." The voice trailed off as my fingers unzipped the trousers on the grey suit and fished inside for the warm living flesh of his manhood. Father's cock was large and wide and rapidly getting harder as my fingers danced across it, stroking it gently from base to head. I slid my tongue out and let the wet underside lay across the head of his prick. I used my tongue to coat the rapidly enlarging knob as my fingers milked the shaft. Now I began to use rapid flicking motions with the end of my tongue just under the ridge of his lower head. My brain had given up the battle and allowed my training to take over. I was licking; wrapping my tongue as far as it would reach around the heated rod of his cock. I licked my way down the shaft like licking a popsicle being sure to get all the way around it. I reached his balls and gently sucked them into my mouth rolling them around and using the pressure of my half closed lips to stretch them out. All the while I kept up the steady rhythmic pumping of his shaft with my fingers. It was time. I stretched my jaws and inserted the penus of my Father deep into my mouth, pressing my own head down and forward and relaxing my throat muscles until his head popped into my throat. I pressed down and back up, time and again, working it deeper each time. Finally I was able to take the entire shaft in my mouth and throat, my nose pressed against his belly. I sucked as I brought my head up and blew to expand my throat as I went down on my Father. I got the rhythm and settled down to work milking his cock. When I detected that little tremor that precedes the eruption I went as deep as I could and held using my throat muscles to milk his head a few more quick times. His hot cum flooded my throat and blasted down into my belly and I sucked and sucked until his last shudder. I sucked as I came up for air leaving the glistening organ as clean as I found it. I used my tongue to swirl the head a few more times coaxing the last few drops of white liquid from the jerking member in my hands. I dropped my head and resumed my submissive posture before my Father as he straightened his pants. "Get dressed Christine. We have a long way to travel today." The decision She lay on the bed, naked and chained to the four posts that made up the corners of the bed frame. She looked up as I came in and I could see the panic in her features. I hated that she was so afraid even after almost a month safe in this room. She had healed some of the worst of the punishments inflected upon her, but her once perfect body was now crisscrossed with pink scars that showed the whippings she had endured. Her wrists and ankles showed the sunken calloused damage of long term manacles. One of her pussy lips was ragged along one edge where it had been torn and not attended to. She was a mess despite the care that I had ordered for her for the last month. I waited with out saying a word. This decision had to be up to her after all it was her life and the choices were not that great either way. A life as a slave, no hope, no choices, used and worked with no chance for change or a home and family of her own. Or death, that ultimate last step. Either choice was a bad one but it was all I had been able to bargain for. She screwed up badly and would be made to pay. One way or the other. Christine looked up at me and gave a half smile. "You've grown baby brother." When I made no reply she collapsed back on the bed and turned her head away towards the wall. "I want to live." She whispered. I nodded though she couldn't see. Decision made. I turned and walked away.