Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Joanne ran her fingers along his sperm encrusted chest, tweaking his nipples. He hated being bound, but he loved her more than his hatred, just as she loved him and hated being bound herself. But today had been hers, to torment and play with his body, forcing him to ejaculate over and over, until he had no more to give, and suffered painfully with each new empty ejaculation. Next week, when he had recovered, she would be his and he would be in control, but today, she still had more she wanted to do, if his body could take it, but the last hour was almost over. The eight hours of the day's session had gone too quickly. She desperately wanted more time, and she looked up at the clock, the minute hand's inevitable journey would all too soon end her playtime. She had only minutes left now, the hours had fled away.
She grabbed his cock with her right hand. It was red and raw from her considerable manipulations. And due to the medication she had fed him in the water she provided during the session, it was still hard and and looked ready to go, if very angry. This wouldn't stop her from jacking him off again, as she thought, "Was there time for one last orgasm?" She wondered aloud, hearing him groan in anguish before her. Should she try, she thought, grasping his testicles with the left, pulling and squeezing the balls. No permanent damage, she remembered her agreement with her husband Robert at the last moment, and cupping his orbs with his left hand, she lowered her mouth to his cock, and kissed the end gently.
Although she had fifteen more minutes left, it was time she decided. Time to release the love of her life and help him recover. If she did any more, he might actually be damaged, and she knew what would happen then, her life as she knew it would cease.
He was laying on the specially built table. It was padded to prevent sores, it had arms that folded out, which allowed the limbs to be stretched out in every conceivable position, including some that were impossible. The table was currently angled at 45 degrees. His hands were tied to his shoulders, right to right, left to left, with his arms bound tightly in ropes. His feet and legs had faced similar bindings, only years of flex training had allowed him to end up in the position.
Years of experience in tying ropes, allowed them to release their victims quickly, at the pulling of a few strands. She quickly released his arms, pulling them down to rest in his lap. Then she released his legs, stretching them out to be supported by two table arms.
"Children," she called. "Come here now."
Five young adults, none under the age of eighteen came into the room. Howard, the eldest shuffled forward, the cuffs on his legs, where fastened together by a chain that was only eleven inches long. His arms were fastened behind his back in an black sleeve, fastened with laces, which pulled his shoulders back. A rope had been tied to his testicles and behind him he dragged a small barbell weight. He stopped, swaying before her, "Yes mother," he mumbled. His dick was also red and sore, and equal to her husband's in size and girth. But as their playtime had only started 30 minutes ago, the state of his dick was more probably due to his constant desire to masturbate, than to any punishments he may have received. Harry was ineffective as a dominant, he preferred to be subjugated and found the only way he could participate as a Dom, was to listen very carefully to his sisters when it came his time to dominate. Joanne often thought that he would be much happier if his younger brother was in charge of his sessions. But she and Robert had only agreed reluctantly to their requests to join in the fun and insisted on keeping it to male/female play.
"Don't complain," she snapped at him, "you were the first one who wanted to participate in our fun. If I remember correctly, you got quite forceful about it."
Beatrice, the next eldest, bounced in behind him. She was wearing a short skirt, but had her bare breasts bound tightly at the base, and were now hard dark purple orbs.
"Beatrice, unfasten those ties," she snapped. "You know what dark purple means, you could damage yourself."
"Oh mother," she replied, "I like them being bound." And she pulled a red string from the sides of the ties, and released her tits from bondage.
Timothy came next. His arms and legs were bound with tape, he scuttled along the floor on his elbows and knees. His mouth held a large rubber bone in it. He too pulled a weight behind him, but the string it was fastened to was bound around the base of his penis and testicles, which were, if anything slightly larger than his father's.
Sally bounded in behind him, twirling, she wore a ballerina's outfit, complete with tutu. "Mother, your early!" she complained.
"You wouldn't complain ending early if you were the one being a puppy." Henry replied.
Sally reached over as if to slap his balls, before Beatrice grabbed her wrist. "You know it's my turn with Henry," she said.
Lucy, the youngest at nineteen, entered last. She was as naked as her brothers and father, but without any bindings or torments. Completely unlike her parents or siblings, she seemed to have had no desire to torment, or be tormented, but only had the need to watch.
"Mother may be early," Lucy said, "but only for father. They may have finished, but your playtime only started an hour ago."
"You may continue your playing," their mother said, "and the time this takes will not be counted, so you can have the extra time spent helping me now, for your games later. Right now, Beatrice and Sally, I want you rubbing your father's legs. Lucy release Henry, his arms haven't been bound long enough for him to lose feelings. When your arms are free Henry, you rub your father's left arm."
"What about Lucy?" Henry whined, as his arms were expertly released. Lucy had been taught as much as her siblings on how to bind and quickly release someone, but never seemed to want to use her knowledg.
"Lucy," their mother continued as if Henry and said nothing, "You apply the healing ointments to your fathers penis please. I'll release your fathers head and will rub his left arm."
