Authors note: This story is in two parts. Part one is told from the perspective of Susan, Sara's mother. In part two the perspective changes to Sara and will be told from her point of view from there onward. After all it is her story. Hopefully this helps eliminate any confusion.
Warning: This story combines BDSM with incest. If you find either of these subjects offensive please read no further. Otherwise I hope you enjoy this story and as always comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.
Part I
It's Friday evening and I am patiently kneeling on the living room floor. Something I have done many times before. The text that I been expecting had come earlier that day while I was still at work.
"I will be home at 6 pm. Have dinner ready. Be wearing your usual outfit."
My usual outfit is quite simple. It consists of a black leather collar around my neck. Matching cuffs on my wrist and ankles complete the outfit.
Tomorrow my daughter arrives home for the summer after attending her first year away at college out west. Or I should say Susan's daughter is coming home. Susan has a beautiful daughter and a wonderful and loving husband, but when I am wearing my collar, my name is Slut and she has neither. She only has a Master. And tonight would be his last chance to use and do with her as he chooses for some time.
Master arrives home to find me as ordered. "Stand for inspection," he commands. With those words I quickly stand, spread my legs apart, place my hands behind my head inter locking my fingers, and look straight ahead, but with my eyes remain looking down at the floor.
Looking up and down my nude body Master closely examining what he has seen many times before. He gently caresses my right tit then pinches and pulls on the nipple. Next he moves his hand down my body cupping my cunt before slowly inserting a finger to test my wetness. Then he asks, "Is my dinner ready?"
"Yes Master."
"Have it on the table in five minutes. I will be back down then."
Exactly five minutes later I am kneeling in the dining room next to the table as Master returns. I have made one of his favorite meals, beef pot roast for dinner. Not until after he sits, do I stand and begin serving him his meal. As he eats I kneel at his side waiting for him to finish. I stand only when needed to replenish his plate if he should ask for more or to refill his glass. It is very seldom that I am allowed the privilege to eat at the table with him. When he has finished with his meal he takes his plate into the kitchen as I follow. He scrapes his plate into a stainless steel bowl on the counter then he adds a little more from the pot still warming on the stove.
Setting the bowl down on the kitchen floor he commands, "Eat. Then clean the kitchen and wait for me. I will be back down in thirty minutes."
Master walks from the kitchen as I kneel down at my bowl and begin eating my meal.
Once I have finished in the kitchen I am again to be found kneeling in the living room awaiting my Master's return.
"Did you have a good day my Slut?" Master asks upon his return.
"Yes Master, today was very good," I replied, "It became even that much better after I received your message. I was every much hoping you would want to use me tonight."
"What would you like to do first?" he asks.
"Master, as always I am yours to do use and do with as you please."
"Get down on your elbows and present your ass for me," he orders. As I move into position Master comes around behind me. Soon I can feel his cock pressing at my entrance. First he only pushes in a little ways, teasing me with only the tip. Slowly he increases the depth and the speed of his strokes. Soon I feel his hips, as his entire shaft is now inside of me, start hitting my ass cheeks as his entire cock moves in and out of my cunt with full long thrusts.
Quickly I start to feel my orgasm approaching. "Master, please, your slave Slut requests permission to cum," I must always ask permission to cum.
"Not yet Slut, I am going to shoot my cum inside of you first." After several more very powerful hard thrusts I feel Master unleash his seed inside of me.
"I'm coming; Slut cum now." Upon hearing those words my orgasm is released and my cunt muscles begin to spasm around my Masters shaft as he remains still hard within me and then he slowly begins to withdraw from me.
With his shaft withdrawn from my cunt my Master commands, "Now go to your room and wait. I will join you there very shortly."
Upon hearing these orders I rise and head down stairs to the basement a part of which has been finished and converted into a Home Theater. At the bottom of the basement stairs there is well equipped large room with a very comfortable sectional sofa, a pair of equally comfortable recliners, several small tables and a well-stocked wet bar complete with a mini frig. Hanging on the wall in front of the sofa and recliners is a large 60 inch flat screen TV. Along the other walls hang several family photographs. Approaching one photograph in particular of my Master standing next to famous professional golfer that has also been personally signed by him, I run my hand along the right edge of the frame and lift the photo away from the wall so that it swings out away from the wall on hidden hinges. This reveals a secret touch key pad set into the wall behind it.
Entering a secret code known only to my Master and me into the key pad the clicking of latch can be heard releasing a lock, and then I push on one of the wood paneled walls and a hidden door opens. As the door opens lights automatically turn on revealing a secret room hidden in the basement. This is my room. I walk to the center, kneel, and await my Master.
My Master built this secret room for me over ten years ago when we converted the other portion of the basement into the Home Theater through which I entered. The room is about twenty-five ft. by twenty ft. The four walls are painted bright white. The floor is covered in very thick padded black vinyl. The ceiling above is open exposing the joists that support the floor above. Several of the joists have large eye bolts screwed into them with pulleys attached. Several pieces of ominous furniture surround me. All of which are designed to secure an individual in the most vulnerable of positions.
After waiting patiently Master arrives dressed in black coveralls and heavy boots. Very soon after I am suspended by my wrist cuffs just barely able to stand on my tip toes. Then over the next half hour or so every part of my body from my knees to my neck is whipped and flogged. Red marks begin to cover my back from the top of my ass to base my neck. My tits, chest, and stomach also carry marks inflicted by varies crops and floggers. The pain from these marks giving the ultimate proof of my submission.
Soon Master lets me down for a brief rest before leading me over to the whipping bench and securing me in place. Once my limbs have been immobilized my ass begins to feel the sting of the cane. "Start counting Slut," Master orders.
I answer, "One, thank you Master." Quickly another strike hits my ass followed by another as I count each one. Soon my ass burns as if on fire when he finally stops after twenty hard strikes of the cane.
Master now moves around in front of me. The coveralls are now down around his waist exposing his beautiful hard cock. "Open Slut," he orders then plunges his powerful cock into my mouth between my lips grabbing my head he begins fucking my mouth. He had been thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth for several minutes when a very shocked voice could be heard.
"Mom, Dad, What are you two doing?" came a surprised voice from the door.
"How did you get here?" I heard Master say, but he still held my head tight with his cock deep in my throat so I could not speak or turn my head, but I recognized the voice.
"I wanted to surprise the two of you so I took an earlier flight then took a cab from the airport. I just let myself in and heard noises down here. I thought the two of you were watching a movie. I never could have imagined finding anything like this." I heard Sara say.
Master removed his cock from my mouth so that I could speak. "Master, please stop, please stop, not in front of Sara, please, please let me loose," I begged and struggled against my restraints.
"No, I don't think so. I think it is about time that Sara learned about Slut." Master then move around behind me and placed his cock at the opening of my cunt and forced it all the way inside of me with one very hard thrust. He kept shoving in and out of me with harder and harder thrusts. Despite the feelings of embarrassment of being watched by Sara I could feel my orgasm approaching. I didn't want to ask but I knew that I must.
"Master, please, I need to come." But Master just kept on thrusting his cock inside of me.
For several more minutes he kept thrusting inside of me. I strained to keep myself from cumming. When I felt his cock erupt within me he said, "Slut, come now." With that my orgasm released as my whole body shook. Before I even had a chance to recover Master attached a leash to my collar, un-did the restrains and was dragging me toward the stairs past Sara who still had a very dazed and confused look on her face standing just outside of the door way.
The next morning found me sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and waiting for Sara to come down for breakfast still wondering what I was going to say to her. I had checked in on her when I got up and found she was still sleeping soundly. Most likely from the jet lag. I was trying very hard to think about what to say to her about discovering my secret by arriving home early to surprise us. I guess she was the one that ended up really getting the surprise. I had just poured myself another cup of coffee when Sara entered into the kitchen.
Looking at me with an awkward glance, "Where is Dad this morning?' she asked.
"Since we didn't have to pick you up at the airport this morning he decided to make his usual Saturday morning golf game."
"Dad sure does love his golf," the awkwardness still very present in her voice.
"That he does, but I think he mostly went so that the two of us could have chance to talk," I said.
"That sure was some really kinky weird stuff I caught the two of you doing last night. And then when he didn't stop after you begged him to stop. It was like he was some other different person almost. And all the years that I have lived in this house I never even knew that secret room even existed," Sara said.
"He didn't stop because I didn't want him to stop," I said.
"What do you mean? I heard you telling him to stop. You were practically begging him too."
"Slut was telling him to stop. If I really wanted him to stop Slut would have taken of her collar."
"How could you have taken off the collar? Your arms were strapped down," Sara asked.
"Your father and I have a very special type of relationship. I am his submissive and he is my Master. If I really wanted him to stop I would have told your father to take the collar off. And he would have immediately stopped and removed the collar," I answered. "Take off my collar is my safe phrase. A safe word or phrase is something a submissive uses whenever they want whatever is happening to them to stop immediately. Most submissives choose to use only a single word. Instead I have chosen a phrase, 'Take off my collar'. To be honest last night was one of the closest times I have ever come to actually saying it during play."
