Family Master Ch 05 08

This is based on the story "My Mom is a Slut" by darkride (with the author's permission). Early chapters are very similar to theirs, before a major shift around chapter 8.

Chapter 5

Sitting on her bed in a knee-length skirt and tight t-shirt that clung rather nicely to her small b-cup breasts, Sandy no longer felt the need to wear something conservative like the night before. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed her parents doing; naked, peeing in their backyard, and then licking each other clean afterward. As they walked back inside, Master pointed out to her that her mother's pussy was wet, and it wasn't from the pee that her dad had just licked up. Her mom had become aroused from obeying Master, even at completing such a humiliating act, not to mention being performed in front of her own daughter. There was so much to unpack there.

When she finally heard her parents' door open, she slowly drifted out of her room in time to see Master lead his slaves into the hall. Her mother was wearing a bright yellow sundress with some low-heeled sandals. The inch-thick leather collar around her neck had been replaced with a thinner black choker, with a small charm dangling from it, a small hand. But there was something else about slave Maryanne that made Sandy stare, she could clearly see her mother's nipples pressing against the dress... and her breasts seemed to be much perkier than she had ever seen them, even in her best bras.

Sandy's father was wearing shorts in a similar shade of yellow and they were very, very short. Like his wife, he was wearing a choker of sorts; a leather band ran around his neck, and dangling from it, similarly to his wife, was a hand, this time made of pewter. As he turned around, Sandy saw something pink sticking out the top of his shorts.

"Dad, are you wearing... panties?" the teen blurted out. Her father's face confirmed her suspicion. Steven, who was lingering in the kitchen, took his eyes off his mother's breasts to look at his father after hearing the question. The slave tried to pull his shirt down, but it was purposefully short.

Steven said, "Dad! You cannot wear that. You look like an old man's twink sex slave." His voice was firm. Aaron blushed and looked over to Nathan.

"He is a twink sex slave," Nathan said just as firmly.

"And this is a 'local' farmer's market. If someone who knows this family sees him it will cause problems for us all. Would you please have him change?" Steven said.

Nathan looked at Steven and then at Aaron. "Very well," he said quickly after a moment. Little One, keep the panties, but wear something that your son would find appropriate."

"Yes, Master," Aaron said heading quickly back to the bedroom.

"Thank you," Steven said to Nathan. He just nodded back. Just 90 seconds later Aaron came back in wearing tight, but not inappropriate, khaki shorts and a short-sleeve button-up blue shirt that also hid most of the collar. "Acceptable," Steven said firmly.

"Come on everyone," Master ordered, and they headed out to the car, where slave Aaron popped up the two rear seats so everyone could fit, and as he bent forward into the car it afforded everyone a better peek of the top of his pink panties.

Slave Aaron drove, with Mistress Ericka next to him. Master Nathan and slave Maryanne sat in the middle seat and Sandy and her brother were in the far back. As they got in Sandy heard Nathan ask, "The ropes aren't too tight, are they?" Sandy thought the volume he said that was meant to be heard. Master Nathan and her mother peered down the front of her dress; making Sandy understand why her breasts were so pert.

"Oh, no, Master. It's perfect," Maryanne purred.

Once they got to the market, they got out of the car, and immediately Master Nathan grabbed Maryanne's hand, while Ericka grabbed Aaron's. Master walked around with her mother like they were lovers, occasionally he'd put his hand on her ass, occasionally under the dress. This caused Sandy to glance around nervously, worried about seeing someone they knew, seeing her parents this way. She was now quite glad Steven asked their father to change; he'd have stood out like a sore thumb in addition to the PDA. They were only twenty minutes from their home after all. The casual air that her parents were portraying walking around with their 'owners' left Sandy with no doubt that this public exposure was a regular occurrence for them.

After about an hour of wandering around the stalls, Master Nathan whispered something to her mother. Her mother in turn then whispered to Sandy, "Come with me to the bathroom." She grabbed Sandy's hand and pulled her along to a very basic toilet block. The two women disappeared inside. Sandy assumed she was simply having a pee break with her mom, but when she emerged from her not terribly clean cubicle, her mother called out to her from her own stall. Whilst Sandy was carrying a small backpack, her mother was not carrying anything with her. Opening her door slightly, slave Maryanne handed her daughter a length of velvety red rope and asked her to put it in her bag.

"Mom!" Sandy gasped, seeing her mother standing out in the open, dress down, exposing her breasts. One of which was still bound with rope, bound tightly around the base, causing the flesh to bulge out. The skin had a purple hue, while the released one was bright red as the blood began to recirculate and it started to return to its normal shape. Sandy moved herself to obstruct anyone from seeing her half-naked mother, although no one was in sight. "What did he do to you?" she asked in shock.

Mom smirked at her. "It's alright, honey. He's just tied my breasts. It makes them look and feel so sexy... but after a while," she made a face and rubbed her freed breast. "Tingly!" Sandy watched as her mother released the other breast from its rope, and before her eyes saw the flesh similarly turn from purple to red as blood filled the tissue again. Sandy watched with a fascination she'd never shown toward her mother before.

Her mother handed her the second rope and rubbed her breast before pulling her dress back up. Sandy saw a real gleam of excitement in her mother's eyes, subconsciously expressing to her daughter how she felt being a slave to Master Nathan. "Oh, hang on! I need to pee!" she laughed and turned away from Sandy, hiking up her dress. As she bent to lift the toilet seat, Sandy saw a shiny object gleaming from between her mother's butt cheeks.

The slave and her daughter eventually found the others sitting at a table with a variety of fresh fruit, french fries, and smoothies. When Mom sat next to her Master he plunged his fingers through her hair and kissed her passionately right in front of everyone. Sandy heard him asking if her mother was okay, before he discretely let his hand run down her stomach, and rest on her lap. Her mother's legs parted just enough that she was sure his hand must be rubbing the top of her pussy.

"That always makes me so wet, Master. Thank you," slave Maryanne whispered loud enough for Sandy to hear.

After they were finished walking the stalls of the market, everyone returned to the car. The kids again climbed in first to the back seats, then Master Nathan helped slave Maryanne to her seat.

"Bare ass on the seat," Master commanded. Slave Maryanne hiked her dress up to her waist before she sat on the leather seat. The summer-heated leather caused her to jump a little and then moan a little from the pain. From their position in the back, the twins couldn't see what was happening but were very much aware that something was occurring. Sandy pulled the two red ropes from her backpack, and leaning forward, dropped them into Master Nathan's lap.

"I believe these are yours," she said, as she took the opportunity to peer down and could just see that Master Nathan's hand was cupping her mother's pubic mound. Sandy saw his fingers rapidly moving, the middle one seemingly right over her clit. He was making her move her hips to rub herself on his finger, her wet pussy also sliding on the leather. For the entire drive, including whilst stopped at every traffic light regardless of who may be peeking into the car, her mother teased herself on his finger.

Sandy sat silently transfixed by what was happening in front of her. Her mother humped herself on her Master's finger in front of everyone as they drove home; the scent of her mother's sexual excitement filled the car. Sandy's understanding of Master's power over her mother grew by the minute; the reason she was so willing to give herself to this man's whims as he smiled happily at her obedience. Her mother seemed so close to orgasm, several times, yet was nowhere near as vocal as she'd been last night. But every time she got close, Master backed away so she was left horny and breathless by the time they reached home.

As soon as they stepped inside the house, the married slaves put down the things they were carrying and went to disrobe. Master Nathan stopped them. "Keep your clothes on for the moment." The instruction left the slaves looking confused. "Sandy, Steven, how about we all play a little game..."

Chapter 6

Steven saw Sandy chew on her lip, as she watched her mother. Spread out in the center of her bed, still wearing her yellow dress but now sporting her proper leather collar, Maryanne presented each wrist and ankle in turn to Nathan, who was slowly attaching each one with a similar set of leather cuffs. The cuffs were then tied to the corners of the bed using metal chains. Nathan demonstrated to the teens how the cuffs, were very strong, yet quite comfortable. The chains vanished beneath the corners, and Steven noted they were already in position when Nathan had ushered them into the bedroom. Seeing her laying there on her bed, with Nathan hovering over her gave his mind an image of the sounds he had heard the night before.

The 'game' suggested seemed almost innocent, but the deeper facets of it had potentially outlandish implications. The game was one of both sensory deprivation and sensory stimulation. The 'player' would be tied to the bed so they could not move, then have both a blindfold, and headphones playing music over their ears, so they could not move, nor see, and only hear what sound was coming from the headphones. The others would then touch the player for five minutes, drawing a feather over their skin, tickling their feet, or wherever they wished until the time was over, or the person surrendered.

Nathan vowed there would be no touching of 'private areas', the game wasn't meant to be sexual, it was just a game of sensations. Compared to taking their parents for a walk in the nude so they could pee in the backyard, this proposal hadn't seemed anywhere near as confronting, and indeed in theory it sounded like it could be fun. But standing there watching his mother being placed into a position of complete submission, seeing how comfortable his mother was with what Nathan was doing to her, Steven knew this was a position that Nathan had put his mother in many times over the past two years, and for purposes well beyond 'sensory stimulation'.

Steven was conflicted about following everyone into the room. He didn't want to give in to Nathan, there was something much deeper going on than a 'game' and Steven was now weary of anything that Nathan could hold over him. On the other hand, Steven found the submissiveness of his mother the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

Once his mother was restrained, the headphones were positioned over her ears and then the blindfold was rested on her forehead. Producing his phone, Nathan set the timer to five minutes. He showed everyone, including Maryanne, he then slid the blindfold over her eyes and started the timer. Steven watched as first, Nathan, and then Ericka began to lightly trail their fingers over Maryanne's body. They moved up and down carefully and slowly, from head to toe. Nathan called Aaron to join in as well, so now six hands were gently tickling and teasing over their mother's body. He could see the look on her face, her lips curled in a smile, and sometimes little girlish giggles slipped out depending on who was touching where.

Nathan retrieved several feathers from the side table and they started lightly skimming them over Maryanne's sensitive skin, and over her clothed flesh with more pressure to tickle there, as well. Down at her feet, Aaron started to tickle her toes relentlessly, making her toes curl and flex, her body writhing in her bonds as she laughed out loud, startling the teens a little, but also making them both smile at the sound.

Nathan moved off the bed and beckoned for Steven to take his spot. Feeling his cheeks flush, Steven took a second and thought about it. Again, he was second-guessing and third-guessing every word Nathan said to him. He was okay to play here but was again worried about how it'd look to Nathan. Steven finally knelt on the bed next to his restrained mother. Nathan spoke to him quietly, suggesting how to touch his mother, as Mistress Ericka similarly moved aside and called quietly to Sandy.

Slowing his attack on his wife's toes, Aaron watched on as his two kids awkwardly started to touch their mother's bound body. Maryanne's face relaxed without her toes being tickled, and soft little bright moans slipped from her throat. Her nipples were incredibly hard, pressed up against her dress with no bra to interfere. Her thighs rubbed together plainly trying to excite her pussy, which Steven was scrutinizing intently.

The timer buzzed, which caused everyone except Maryanne to jump and then chuckle at their own surprise. Nathan turned the timer off, silenced the headphones, and eased the blindfold off his slave's head. As Maryanne slowly sat up, getting used to the light, she smiled to either side at her kids and blushed as she saw Steven stare at her hard nipples.

Nathan beamed down at his slave, leaned forward and kissed her first on the forehead, and then tilted her face by the chin to give her a quick kiss on her lips. Nathan and Ericka released the cuffs from slave Maryanne's wrists and ankles, and Nathan amazed everyone when he was able to scoop his slave up in his arms and assist her to her feet.

Aaron was ordered to take her place, and this time Nathan showed Steven how to fasten the wrist and ankle, while Ericka directed Sandy how to do the same on the other side. Once his slave was restrained, deaf, and blind to the world, Nathan started the timer. Knowing what to do this time, though still a little uneasy at first, Sandy and Steven began lightly brushing their father's arms and legs.

As his children teased him, Aaron's cock cage became rather evident against his tight shorts; despite the cage restricting his capability to get a full erection, it was undoubtedly pushing against his shorts, raising them enough that they could notice some more of his pink panties. Steven was having fun until he saw he was sexually exciting a man and paused for a moment and then consciously moved further away from any erotic areas.

When the feathers came out, Aaron descended quickly into a giggling mess and soon implored to yield without the timer having even chimed. As soon as his slave had admitted defeat, Nathan told everyone to stop touching, and rested his hand firmly on slave Aaron's chest, letting him know he was safe. Nathan released his father from his bonds, and after a similar double kiss on the forehead and lips, similarly lifted his slave in his arms out of the prime position on the bed.

Steven stared at Sandy as they realized that one of them would be expected to be next. Not missing the tension between the two siblings, Nathan addressed them both.

"It is okay that you are both nervous. This is something you have not done before, and it's something that involves a lot of trust, and you have only known Ericka and me for barely a day. So, if you agree to have a turn, I promise that Ericka and I will only be watching. We will not touch either of you... Without your consent."

Steven thought about it. Again, how would this make him look? Both his submissive parents had done it, but neither Nathan nor Ericka suggested they'd be doing it. Therefore they likely believed it was a submissive 'game.' "How about you go next?" Steven said to Nathan.

Nathan stared Steven down, "No, we're trying to show you some of the experiences that your parent share with us. I don't get the same enjoyment out of it that they do. But, how about this? If you agree to play, then Ericka will also take a turn."

So, doing something submissive and getting something from them? Steven thought to himself. Would it be a loss of power? Is he overthinking a non-sexual game? "Fine," he finally said.

"Do you consent to being tied to the bed and being touched by my slaves and your sister?" Steven nodded his head, but Nathan was not satisfied. "I need you to say it. To say that you consent." He seemed a little smug, throwing Steven's earlier 'consent' statement back at him.

Steven again nodded his head, and added, "I consent."

Nathan signaled for him to lay on the bed, and then his mother and father, with discreet smiles on their faces, began restraining his body one limb at a time. Without touching, Nathan inspected the bonds before Maryanne added the headphones, and then finally the blindfold.

With the blindfold and headphones on, every touch caused Steven's body to tingle. At first, he could tell whose fingers were whose, but as time went on he began losing track; as he sensed the bed shuffling around him, no longer confident of who was where. The touches only had to go remotely near to his groin for it to feel as though they had touched him more intimately. As the touches persisted he felt sensations in other areas too that felt erotic, his nipples had never brought him much sensation before but now he felt very aware of their presence.

Steven had a huge erection and couldn't tell whether it was because of the understanding of what had happened to his parents in that same bed the night before or the knowledge of who these people were that now had him tied and helpless, but despite the promise of the experience not being sexual, it was driving him crazy. He imagined everyone was staring at his tented pants and as the touches continued he felt something growing in the pit of his stomach, something primal, causing his hips to roll on their own.

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Sandy felt self-conscious touching her brother in this unusual position. Even though they were usually quite comfortable with each other, this was so foreign. She watched as her parents fluttered their hands over their son's body, causing his pants to stir. When she joined in, she watched mesmerized as his erection rose before her eyes, understanding that some part of it was her own hands that caused his reaction. She found herself reflecting on what had happened the night before. She almost imagined she could see it now through his clothes. This supposedly innocent game was making Sandy start to feel excited, her nipples pushed against her bra, her breath faster and deeper knowing her actions were exciting Steven.

As the timer was drawing to a close, Master caught slave Maryanne's eye and pointed to her son's erection. Discretely acknowledging him, the slave let her fingers tease the crease of her son's hip, which had been revealed as he had wriggled. Her mother let her fingers travel along the inside of his thigh, the slight tension pulling at the tented fabric over his penis, producing more sheepish moans from her boy. The wet spot on his white pants spread a little bit more.

When the timer rang out, Sandy abruptly felt the world close in on her; it was her turn. She rued her decision to wear a skirt, her mind picturing how much of a show everyone could receive with her secure, spread-eagle on the bed. She began to question whether she could allow herself to be restrained. She observed as Steven blinked at the light as the blindfold was removed, and he hurriedly adjusted his pants, blushing pink as he quickly rolled off of the bed, not lingering to see if Master would try to kiss him and lift him off the bed as he had with his parents.