Family Master Ch 29 32

Chapter 29

Sandy didn't know what woke her up at first. She felt her father's arm wrapped around her waist. Then, she heard it, "Sandy, Aaron?" It was her mother's voice.

"Mom?" Sandy called out, noticing her mother, who was backlit by the hallway light and standing in the doorway.

"Honey, wake your father up, and both of you get up. We have a task from Master."

Sandy felt a pang of joy thinking of it as she gently shook the arm over her body. "Daddy, wake up."

"Baby?" Aaron groaned.

"Mom says we have a task."

"Oh!" He said excitedly, hopping up from the bed fast. "Honey?" He asked toward his wife.

"Master Steven ordered me to make him breakfast in bed and wake him with a blowjob, and I have an idea that you two can help with..."

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The first thing Steven noticed as he returned from sleep was a mouth over his cock; stiff from morning wood. The next thing he noticed was a tongue licking his balls. And then a third tongue began licking his nipple. So as his mind caught up with what he was counting, he realized three tongues meant his father was doing something to him as well, which annoyed him a little after last night trying to separate himself from his father. But then he realized that his slaves likely didn't see last night the same way he did.

He opened his eyes and saw that the room was lit by the less bright bedside lamps. The first thing he saw was his sister's red hair in pigtails, licking his chest. Then he looked around her and saw his mother's red hair, also in pigtails, sucking his cock. Then finally, he saw his father's dark hair, in tiny 'pigtails', squeezed under his wife, licking his testicles. "That's nice," he said.

"Master!" Sandy said excitedly, jumped up off the bed, and then posed. She was wearing the schoolgirl costume that they bought at the mall. Then he noticed his mother was as well, and now that Sandy was no longer blocking his view, he saw that his father was as well.

"Dad?" Steven said a little confused at the sight.

His father disentangled himself from under his wife, jumped up, and stood next to Sandy, "Good morning, Master!" He was wearing enough make-up to make it noticeable, even in the dimmer light. He had the same outfit as Sandy, but the skirt's color differed. He had thigh-high socks, black low-heeled schoolgirl shoes, a very short blue plaid skirt, and a white belly shirt tied over his chest, and because the skirt was so short, Steven could see he was wearing white cotton panties as well. As he was hairless, with a thin frame, had a flat stomach, and a toned ass, he actually looked good; a little too good, as Steven was aroused for a second before clearing his head. Sandy was exactly the same, except the skirt was red.

"Morning, Sir," she said in a sultry, slightly baby girl voice as she wrapped an arm around her father. "We've been bad girls, sir. We might need to be punished," she moaned at the end of the sentence. His mother continued to suck his cock.

"Kat, stand next to them," Steven said.

She pulled her mouth from his cock with a plop and said, "Yes, sir." She hopped up and stood next to her husband. The only thing different about her outfit was that the skirt was green. As they stood next to each other, Steven's cock twitched looking on. His father's jaw was just a little too strong to make him 'hot' but with the make-up and outfit, he was close. Add into that two women that Steven literally had wet dreams about and it became incredibly sexy.

"Kat? Was this your idea?" Steven asked.

"Yes, sir," she said with pride.

"It's very sexy, but these were not my instructions, were they?"

"Not specifically, sir, but I did make the meal," she pointed to the side table. "And I was the one to do the blowjob," she said abashed, looking down. "The rest I thought you might enjoy looking at while you ate."

Steven swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked at his standing slaves, "kneel." They dropped down to their knees. Steven was too inexperienced here. His mother had followed his instructions, it was very sexy, and if he knew it was an option, he might have ordered it. But, he didn't know if his subs were supposed to follow his instructions to the letter, or if they were to anticipate their master's needs. Steven used his foot to lift up each of their skirts in turn as he thought about his options. He realized Sandy had provided him with an out here; punishment and reward in the same action, no need to confirm for his slave if he was happy or upset. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he said it with a slight smirk in his voice.

"Yes, Sir," Kat said with a shivering sigh. "I've been bad," she added in a higher-pitched baby voice.

"Red. Come here," Steven said.

She slowly walked over until he took hold of her arm and just pulled her over his lap. He was in total control. He flipped up her skirt and brought his hand down on her, spank! The first fell, followed by another. Smack. Smack. Smack. Three in a row. Not really hard, but enough to know that it had begun. Then five rapid-fire blows rained down. Trying to make the sting build up to a slight crescendo, making her squirm and creep slightly in response. His spanks followed her movements. Smack. Slap. Thwack. "Let's get these off," Steven said as he pulled her panties down her thighs.

He stroked her ass and kneaded her naked bottom. It was his to use. A rhythmic series of spanks followed quickly, with a slightly greater amount of force than the purely pleasurable ones. Then he picked up the pace; a half dozen more lighter blows.

"Oh, Master! That's so good! Please..." Steven could tell she didn't know if the plea was to stop or to keep going. The crescendo built up for the second time. She squirmed away in response and Steven stopped the spankings. He paid more attention to her rear end, as he massaged her butt in a very strong and controlling way. It was his ass to fondle as he saw fit. He brought his hand down hard three more times in quick succession. Her legs kicked out from their position as she tried to escape from the sting of his hand. And she slipped and ended up kneeling on the floor in front of him. He got up fast looking down at her. She rose into a natural recovery position moving back by her father. Hands on her knees and breathing hard, as she pulled her panties back up, looking ashamed at giving up.

Next in line was his father, this was the reason he didn't want his father to come to him without Steven making the call. He couldn't make one of his other slaves spank him here and if Steven did it himself, it'd be another line crossed. A choice he didn't want to make so soon after the last one.

Steven bent down and pulled out the sex toy suitcase, he opened it and pulled out a small paddle; about the size of a ping pong paddle. "Rexy Girl. Up here," he said. He knelt there looking at the paddle, breathing hard. Then he stood up and turned toward his master. "Bend over with your hands on the bed." He didn't hesitate for even a moment. Then spread his legs apart in the 'ready position' and placed his hands on the bed. Steven lifted the skirt, which caused him to look back and see the paddle for an instant, before, whack! The first blow from the paddle. It was harder than his hand, by a large stretch. After the first blow, another landed, followed by a third. Steven paused for a few moments then, smack. Whack. Slap. Rex's body twisted involuntarily from the force of the paddle. He was grunting from the pain. It took him a few seconds to recover and then he moved back into position over the bed. Steven lifted the skirt again, and then another swat from the paddle. Rex moved forward slightly with each and every blow. Whack, then thrust forward. Return to position and, whack. Jump forward and return. Rex started to shake and breathe deeply.

Steven observed him for a moment and then sat down on the edge of the bed. He still had the paddle in his hand as he motioned his father back over to his kneeling position. Rex dropped his head and whispered, "Thank you, sir." His body relaxed and his breathing slowly returned to normal.

"And finally Kat. Stand here." He said pointing in front of him. She rose and took a step forward. He grabbed her ass and pulled her forward until she was between his legs. "Were you a bad girl?" he asked in a husky tone.

"Yes, sir, I've been bad." Her voice quivered.

"What happens to bad girls?"

"They get punished, sir."

"That's right." He said as he reached under her skirt, grabbed her panties, and pulled them down her legs, dropping them to the floor. "Over my lap." He said firmly.

She turned and knelt over his lap. He moved her a little and then lifted the skirt and gently rubbed her cheeks, then rubbed a finger up through her pussy and then slid two fingers into her ass. He rubbed them around a bit, then pulled them out and brought them to his slave's mouth. She opened up and sucked them into her mouth. She moaned around his fingers.

Her relief was short-lived as Steven brought his hand down. Then without pausing, another landed. Whap. Whap. She gritted her teeth as the spanking continued, one following the other. Smack. Smack. Her eyes shut tight. Slap. Steven's pace increased and the crescendo of pain followed. Whack. She bucked over his lap. Smack. She was breathing hard with exertion. Steven's focused on her stinging bottom. He rubbed her ass strongly. His hands kneaded and fondled her tortured butt.

She held onto his legs as he availed himself to her ass. They remained in that position for a long while. He liked to fondle her bottom. Smack. Steven started again without warning. Two more harder slaps. She moaned and then groaned a little; leaning toward pain. He rubbed softly over her red cheek and then leaned down and kissed it. "Back in line, slave!"

She melted off his lap down to the floor and crawled back to the end of the line. "Thank you, Master," she moaned.

He then lay back down in the middle of the bed and said, "Okay now to finish that blowjob." He nodded at Red, who took her place first. She climbed up onto the bed. When her head was even with his groin, she sprawled down onto his right side. She slid her hand up and down his thigh a few times, sending shivers and tingles up and down his spine.

First with her fingertips, then with her nails, she slid her hand up and down his leg. Then she slid her hand down between his legs and cupped his scrotum. She lightly massaged his balls, concentrating on the left one. He fidgeted and sighed.

Finally, Red looked directly into his eyes and pursed her lips into an obscene pout, then dropped her head toward his cock. She gradually, lightly, tenderly outlined the tip of her tongue along the surface of his scrotum, gently licking it with mild pressure. She lifted his left ball up with her tongue, and let it drop back down. The gentle tugging felt amazing. She sucked, she nibbled, she slurped. Finally, she let his ball pop out of her mouth and lounged back onto her elbow. Steven then nodded his head at Rex.

Like Red before him, Rex clambered up onto the bed, but at his other side. He crawled up beside his master, and gently sucked his right nut into his mouth. He held his ball in his lips and flicked it up and down on the tip of his tongue. He sucked it in and out so rapidly that Steven thought he would cum right then and there. But managed to hold out. Once again his father was in a position that the Steven of last week would have found disturbing. But now in his new position, and after yesterday and dressed as Rex was, Steven was able to imagine 'her' as someone else. He was able to let the discomfort and fear go and just enjoy 'her' annoyingly good skills.

After a few moments, Red joined Rex in his groin, pulling his left ball back into her mouth. The two slaves sucked and slurped on his balls, sometimes in unison, sometimes in counterpoint, working them into a fervor. His breathing was getting ragged and sweat was breaking out on his forehead. The sensations were indescribable.

Finally, Rex and Red stopped at the same time, released their holds on his testicles, and leaned back. He looked up and saw Kat come forward.

She rose up onto the foot of the bed, right in the middle. She kneeled between his outspread legs, and lightly jacked the shaft of his cock a few times. There was a sly smile on her lips. Then she moved her hand down to the base of his cock and lowered her head. Her soft, moist, tender lips planted the most delicate of kisses on his cock head. Then her tongue came out and delicately licked around the sensitive rim, causing him to shake and moan. She licked and slurped with her tongue. Finally, she lowered her head more and engulfed his head into her soft, wet, sucking mouth. He felt the velvety dampness engulf him. She bobbed her head up and down, she twisted her mouth from side to side, she flicked her tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock.

Somehow he managed to maintain control as she finally leaned back up. The three slaves, sitting upright on the bed, dressed as three sexy schoolgirls, looked back and forth at each other. "Now?" asked Red.

"Now," said Kat.

Three heads descended toward his groin as one. His left ball, right ball, and the sensitive, head of his cock were all engulfed in the warmest, wettest, most wonderful waves of pleasure he had ever known, all at the same time. Kat inhaled his cock head and shaft deep into her throat, slurping and sucking. Rex and Red sucked his balls into their mouths, popping them in with a pressure that danced on the threshold between pleasure and pain.

All he could see was three heads of hair, swirling around his groin. The slow, exquisite, almost excruciating feeling jolted through his body. Kat's talented mouth wrapped around the shaft of his cock. She knew exactly how to drive him crazy. Just the right amount of pressure, the right amount of saliva, the right speed, depth, and suction. Combined with the simultaneous assault on his testicles, her tender ministrations on his shaft and head sent him over the edge.

The pressure in his balls increased, his buttocks clenched, his jaw clamped down and he grunted in his throat, as his fists grabbed the sheets. A long, hard, loud, searing wave coursed through his body and he exploded into his mother's mouth. Red and Rex never let go of his nuts and continued to nibble and suck on them as he came.

Kat held on and licked the head before she leaned back, her mouth obviously full. She grabbed the back of her husband's head and kissed him, sharing Steven's seed. She then leaned toward her daughter. "No!" Steven said, "Don't share with her." Kat stopped and visibly shallowed. Sandy looked at him with a confused look, "Come up here, Red." She crawled up to him and he kissed her deeply. "Cuddle with me." He said lovingly. She hugged him tightly and buried her face into his chest.

His parents stayed hugging his legs as they looked up at him. He looked over at the clock and saw that his parents had to leave for work in about 45 minutes. "You two go take a shower. Rex, use your tongue on your wife to thank her for planning this wonderful morning. Don't linger, you're running out of time."

"Yes, Master," Rex said excitedly. Steven once again had an out-of-body, surreal experience, that he could order his parents around and they'd just do it, happily. Steven could live and command in the moment, but even if he understood why his parents liked to be controlled, he was still confused about why they liked to be controlled by him. He'd never been a leader in school or sports, never was the most outgoing in class, was never the most popular, so he just had so much trouble seeing himself as 'The Master'. He reached down and grabbed his sister's ass, just to reassure himself this was real.

His parents hopped off their bed and walked hand-in-hand into the bathroom. Steven grabbed the breakfast and started eating as he heard the shower run. He teased Sandy as he fed her a piece of bacon. "That was something, huh?"

"Crazy what we've become." Sandy smiled at him.

"Sandy," he specifically said her name as he'd call a sister. "Are you really okay with this? I really do get that you enjoy being commanded and the crazy sex, and the games and outfits. But, are you okay with getting up at six in the morning, playing dress-up, taking a hard spanking, and then giving your brother an insane blowjob? It's just so off the wall... I don't know."

"Stevie," she said his name like a brother. "You have no idea how good I feel right now. I think I really do understand Dad's crazy explanation about why he serves. While it 'was' so off the wall and while I don't think I could do it literally every morning for the rest of my life. It was great... Just great. Serving you and Nathan and Ericka, just the thought of serving, makes me shiver with pleasure. Knowing how much you enjoyed this, doing it together as a family; it just... I don't know, it really does make me happy. Please, don't feel like you're taking more than I'm willing to give. I promise I'll tell you; I'll use my safe word if it's too much."

"Thank you, Sandy. I really do worry that I'm doing... Taking too much. Please, never lie to me about how you feel about our arrangement. I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you or lose you to this."

She got up to her knees, grabbed his face, stared into his eyes, and said, "I promise." She then made a cross over her heart. He just smiled at her, deep with love, and gave her a peck on her lips. He finished up the meal and then made out with Sandy a little more. His father walked back into the room, naked, and carrying the schoolgirl outfit. He folded it up, put it carefully away, and then slowly removed his collar and reverently placed it into a box in the same drawer. He then dressed in his normal business suit, occasionally looking over at his children, but not seeming overly bothered by their behavior.

"Goodbye, Baby. Have a good day..." he reached up to where his collar recently was, "Steven."

"Bye, Dad," Steven said cheerfully.

"Bye, Daddy," Sandy added.

A few minutes later the shower turned off, and soon after Maryanne also entered the room, naked, and did the same thing as their father; putting the collar and outfit away. But she then sat at her vanity and started applying make-up. "What time is the mattress meant to be delivered?" Steven asked.

"Noon to three. They know they have to move your current bed into the basement, this bed to your room, and then they're going to set up the new one in here."

"Okay," Steven said, then moved the covers over Sandy and himself, cuddled up to her, and closed his eyes; trying to get back to sleep.

Chapter 30

Steven woke again a few hours later, once again he felt a mouth over his dick. He opened his eyes and saw the blanket bouncing up and down near his crotch. He flipped the blanket aside and saw his sister's head darting quickly around his cock; her pigtails swinging around. The sight was extremely sexy, but he also didn't order her to do that. She was taking too many liberties. "Slave! Stop!"

She stopped on a dime and pulled her mouth from his cock, "Master?" she asked sadly.

"You know I enjoy it. It was good. But you also 'know' you were not told to do so. You 'know' you needed to ask permission. You 'know' you're pushing your master for your own desires, not mine!" Steven said loudly. "You need punishment. And since you're still wearing that outfit, I don't think a spanking will actually be a punishment." He stopped and thought for a minute. "You will go to your room, change into something that would not be inappropriate for delivery men to see, and then you are to remain in your room for the rest of the day. No phone! You may leave for the bathroom and water, no food."

"Master!?" Her voice quivered. "No, please..."