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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/FM+, Incest, BDSM, FemDom, Oral, Anal, Spank, Strapon,
Rom


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.11 : Lessons


"You'll be my gopher for the moment, Slave-Brother. Put the suitcase
on the floor, over there, and the buttplug...Set it on the coffee
table. I'm sure we'll find a use for it." I smiled at Jim and he
nodded seriously, which amused me. "But let's move the coffee table
out of the way...In fact move all of this now...Careful you don't disturb
anyone..."

I rather enjoyed directing my brother as he pushed and pulled
furniture out of the way, moving around my father who was absorbed in
giving Katrina's derrière all the pleasure he could. She was on her
knees in the center of the big family room, with her head down and a
look of pure rapture on her beautiful face. My father's face was
buried between the smooth round cheeks of her succulent ass. He was
very good at analingus, as I well knew, and he'd been at her for only
fifteen minutes or so, and had already brought Katrina to at least one
good climax.

My mother had just started on her daughter-in-law's pussy, and I could
see Cheryl ignoring her husband while she gave my mom very specific
instructions on what she liked. It was making me wet, seeing my mother
and father like that and I waited somewhat impatiently as my brother
fulfilled my commands.

"Yes, Mistress." My brother nodded and after he'd done that I had him
undress for me.

He was a good looking man, like a younger version of my father, but
not quite so dark in the hair and eyes. I enjoyed looking at his body
very much. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't soft by any means either.
Jim was blessed with a natural physique that was pleasing in a purely
aesthetic way, the male body without pretense at perfection. I rather
liked it, especially now that he'd shaved his pubic hair as I'd told
him too. His cock stood out from the pale skin like an obscenely well
endowed child to my eyes, and his balls were clean too, smooth and
pink and hanging low. It was incredibly sexy.

"You poor thing." I smiled when my brother was completely naked and
his clothes folded out of the way. "Your cock is so hard now, isn't
it?"

"Yessss Mistress." He hissed between his teeth as I stroked it with my
fingernails. It was easily nine inches long, I thought, and thick, the
shaft darkened with excitement and showing only a few discolored
bruises, somewhat lighter in color, from his earlier punishment.

"You'd love to put this in someone, wouldn't you, slave?" I asked him.

"Oh God yes, Mistress." He was staring down at me, into my eyes.

"In me?" I chuckled. "Do you want to fuck your Mistress, slave? Your
own sister? I bet it would feel good having my Slave-Brother's big
cock stretching my little pussy."

"Let me fuck you, sis...Mistress..." He was licking his lips, hungry
to get off. Hungry for me.

"Or in Katrina?" I giggled. "She's never had a real cock, do you want
to be her first? You could put a baby in her, shoot all that sperm
inside her horny hole and knock her up. Your balls are so full, aren't
they Slave-Brother?"

"Oh please..." I was just barely touching him and he was ready to
explode.

"Don't cum, Slave-Brother." I warned him. "Maybe you'd like to fuck
Cheryl...Hmmm? Make it up to her for all those times you put your cock
inside Pauline..."

"Mistress-Sister...Let me cum..." He was ready to beg.

"Or maybe, little brother, you'd like to fuck mommy...Would like you
like that?" I took my hand away and he went on his tiptoes trying to
regain my touch. "You'd love to fuck my Slave-Mommy and you know what?
She wants it...She's been dreaming of your cock, Slave-Brother.
Rubbing her clit just thinking about it."

"Oh Jesus...Whatever you want, Mistress..."

"Whatever I want?" I laughed at him. "What I want is for you to
undress me now."

"Yes, Mistress..."

"But don't let that cock touch me." I warned him. "If you think you
can rub yourself off on me, I'll..."

"N-No...Never, Mistress...I'll be careful." My brother promised quickly.

"Good." I smiled at him, "Start up here then."

I stood still as my brother worked to loosen the corset-like enclosure
of my leather top. He was slow and careful not to stand too close,
just as he'd promised, but his fingers trembled with excitement and it
took him a moment to untie the leather lace and lift it over my head
and arms. I smiled at his approving sigh as he freed my breasts and
his eyes were drawn to my cream colored nipples, which were always
lightly colored even when I was as aroused as I was right then.

"Get on your knees, slave, and remove my skirt now." I told him
patiently, watching my brother's heavy cock bob up and down as he
moved, dripping precum like a horny dog after a bitch.

I put my hands on Jim's strong shoulders as I stepped out of the skirt
and gave him a moment to fold it carefully. I was standing in my small
black thong and three inch leather heels, and that was enough for me.
The rest of my family was completely undressed, with the exception of
Katrina's black leather collar. That came off only rarely and only by
hands.

"Now open the suitcase and find me a crop, I'm sure Katrina brought
one." I smiled, giving my beautiful slave a glance but she had her
eyes closed, and she was flushed scarlet and trembling like a leaf
beneath her new Daddy's expert tongue.

While my brother did as I asked, I reached down to touch my father's
neck, telling him to look at me.

"Are you tired yet, Slave-Daddy?" I asked him and it was obvious that
he wasn't. His face was red and wet with saliva and sweat, he was
panting as well, taking the opportunity to gulp cool fresh air into
his lungs. But despite that he was burning up with adrenaline, and I
could see the lust in his eyes.

"No Mistress..." He swallowed and licked his lips. "Katrina's ass is...
Delicious..."

"Is it?" I narrowed my eyes like I didn't believe him. "Spread her for
me, wide..."

My father pressed his fingers into Katrina's pinkish skin, pulling her
cheeks apart so I could see her anus clearly. That brought a fresh
moan from her lips and I chuckled as I examined her pretty little ass.
Her anus was glistening pink and slightly open and the girl spasmed
for me just then so that her asshole puckered slightly as if blowing
me a kiss and I smiled.

"Let me see..." I pushed the middle finger of my right hand inside
Katrina's ass easily, feeling her moist and hot inside as far as I
could reach, and I savored the way her rectum was soft and gripping at
my intrusion only gently. Katrina's muscles were well stretched from
that buttplug and it would take some time before she was truly tight
once again. And my slave was sighing happily, pushing her ass against
my finger and doubtless wishing I'd insert another...And another after
that. I might have fisted her then, and Katrina would have really
loved that.

"Mmmm..." I pushed my finger into my mouth, sucking it for a long moment
and tasting my slave's ass, a tangy slightly acrid flavor that I was
all too familiar with and much enjoyed. And all the while my father
watched me from his knees, breathless and smiling, waiting upon my
approval.

"Mistress..." My brother was there, holding a blonde switch. It was made
of lightly colored bamboo about thirty inches long, a quarter inch in
diameter, and split neatly at the end.

"You were right, Slave-Daddy. Her ass is delicious." I pushed my
finger back into Katrina's ass, fucking it in and out for a moment
while I ignored my brother. Katrina responded eagerly and it was nice,
feeling the girl trying to squeeze my finger and keep it inside her.

"Yes, she is Mistress." My dad nodded happily. "Thank you, Mistress-
Daughter."

"What do you think, Slave-Brother?" I withdrew my finger and rubbed it
across and then between Jim's lips. "Clean my finger, taste Katrina's
ass."

My brother sucked my finger greedily and I could feel his tongue
moving around it while my father and I watched.

"Delicious, yes Mistress." My brother nodded after I pulled my finger
from his mouth with a soft plopping sound.

"Do you like eating ass, slave?" I asked him.

"Ummm...I don't know, Mistress." Jim ran his tongue over his lips. "I
never really did it."

"Hmmm..." I smiled at him. "We'll have to see then, won't we?"

"Yeah...Oh yes, Mistress." He was probably thinking I meant right then,
but Daddy was my ass slave.

"And this..." I clucked my tongue, picking up the switch and holding it
in front of my brother's face. "...Is not a crop."

"I...I'm sorry, Mistress...I thought...I'll get a different one..." His brown
eyes were wide.

"This is a switch and it's used like this..." I tapped my father on his
shoulder. "Move out of the way, Slave-Daddy."

"Yes Mistress." My dad stared at the bamboo and swallowed nervously.

"Katrina?"

"Yes Mistress?" She practically purred and I knew she was just cumming
down from a nice little orgasm, probably several of them.

"I'm going to show my new slaves how a switch works."

"Oh...Yes, Mistress." She opened her eyes, looking up at me and nodded.
"Thank you, Mistress."

There was very little that Katrina and I didn't enjoy together so far
as corporal punishment went. She'd brought the switch for a reason,
namely because she enjoyed receiving it as much as I enjoyed giving it
to her, but it wouldn't do to use it on her without warning. That was
a different game, usually involving blindfolds and bondage, which was
a warning all its own. To just strike a slave out of the blue and for
no reason; that was something I couldn't imagine myself doing under
any circumstance, and Katrina almost certainly appreciated that. It
was one reason out of many that I enjoyed her trust.

Ssssnick!

I brought the switch down quickly, but not very hard. All I wanted was
a nice sound and a long red strip across both of my slave's cheeks.
This wasn't a punishment, merely a demonstration, and I knew neither
my brother or father had seen anyone caned before, although perhaps my
dad had been stroked with a switch as I child, I wasn't sure. In any
case it would sound and look much worse than it really was.

"One Mistress." Katrina breathed and she'd been prepared for something
much harder. I thought I detected a bit of humor in her voice.

Ssssnick!

"Two Mistress." Katrina wriggled her ass, just to let me know she was
ready for a real one any time I felt like giving it to her, but this
was a fun tease.

Ssssnick!

"Mmmm...Three, Mistress. Thank you."

"Getting bored, Katrina?" I chuckled. "Let's try it on your new
brother, see how he feels about it."

"M-Mistress?" Jim stared at me and glanced down at the three thin red
lines that were laid across Katrina's ass, very nearly one atop the
other.

"Get down on the floor, next to your Slave-Sister, just as she is..." I
told Jim and I caught Cheryl out of the corner of my eye.

She was lifting my mother's head and saying something, so that my
mother was standing and leaving the room. Cheryl got off the sofa and
joined us a moment later and I could see her sex was aroused, her
pussy open and wet with juices running down her thighs.

"Are you going to whip him, Mistress?" Cheryl asked me.

"It's called a caning." I smiled at her. "Whipping is a little
different."

"Can you teach me, Mistress?"

"Of course." I grinned at her. "Slave-Daddy, go see if Katrina brought
any restraints with her."

"Uh...restraints, Mistress?" My father looked at me like he'd never
heard of the word.

"In the suitcase." I shook my head at him. "Look for leather cuffs,
you'll know them when you see them."

Katrina giggled and she was smiling at my brother, who was looking
rather nervous as he knelt on the carpet beside her.

"Ass up, slut." Cheryl prodded her husband with her bare foot.

"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." My brother said immediately and Katrina
giggled again, but she was just trying to draw some attention. She'd
had a taste of the cane and wanted more. She wasn't a pain slut by any
means, but she did enjoy the stimulation, the after glow of being
caned, or whipped, or any of a number of other methods I might use to
excite her flesh.

"Okay, look here. This is a switch and what we're going to do is
strike evenly across both of the slave's buttocks, like so..."

I was speaking to Cheryl, but this was good for Jim to hear as well. I
pressed the cane against my brother's ass, showing Cheryl exactly how
I wanted it to land, and even that was enough to make my brother
jerk.

"...Some canes flex quite a bit, but this one is pretty stiff so it's
good for striking a little harder than I might otherwise. And it
stings, it's not very big around, see? And so it can cut the skin if
you're not careful. We don't want to do that, right?"

I stared at Cheryl and she nodded, her hazel eyes fixed on the bamboo
I was holding.

"It isn't the sort of thing you can just go wild with, it's really
made for nice, deliberate strokes. I'll show you..." I reached down to
press my hand to Jim's back, giving him some reassurance. "I'm going
to give you three strokes, slave. You'll be fine."

"Y-Yes Mistress..." He breathed, but my brother was tense and that would
just make it worse.

"Just relax." Katrina was whispering to him. "It'll feel good
afterwards, you'll see."

Ssssnick!

"Hssssshhhit..." My brother jerked away from the pain, but of course he
couldn't escape it.

"One Mistress." Katrina counted for him.

I gave my brother a moment to settle back down, and I'd caned him only
as hard as I'd done Katrina a few moments before. He had a nice red
stripe across both cheeks now, exactly where I'd wanted it."See? It
works best if you keep your wrist a little stiff, you don't want to
flick it like you would a crop or a whip. The important thing is to
keep it level, keep the cane perpendicular to your target." I was
smiling at Cheryl, rather enjoying being a teacher just then.

Sssssnick!

"Ahhh...Two, Mistress." Jim responded to the switch immediately and he
hadn't tried to get away that time. It wasn't nearly as bad as he'd
imagined with that first one, it had just taken a few seconds for him
to realize it.

"Mistress Cheryl...I have your um...Dildo." My mother had returned from
wherever it was she'd gone and I grinned when I saw her offering a
large strap-on dildo to Cheryl. It was black and thick with wide
Velcro straps dangling from it.

"I got it from home." Cheryl smiled at me and blushed, just a little.
"I told you I've been with a girl before."

"I guess you did." I chuckled. "Last one, slave. "Yes, Mistress." My
brother breathed softly.

Ssssnick!

"Ohh Yes, three Mistress." And my brother hardly moved at all at that
one.

"See?" Katrina was talking to Jim softly. "It's nice, isn't it?"

"Yeah." He nodded, and he was smiling beneath his red face and wide
brown eyes.

"Do you want to try?" I asked Cheryl, but she was busy putting on her
dildo.

"Actually, I want to make love to my husband, if you don't mind,
Mistress." Cheryl looked at me as if expecting me to say no.

"He's your slave, sister." I smiled at Cheryl and freed her from any
obligation to me as her Mistress.

Jim lifted his head at the sound of our conversation, but I pressed
the tip of my switch to his head, pushing him back down.

"I think he needs something to keep his attention." I shook my head
slowly. "Slave-Mommy, get down there...On the floor in front of your
son, let him kiss you properly."

"Ohhhh...Mistress...You mean..." My mom's soft brown eyes blinked at me.

"I mean let him eat your pussy, while his Mistress Cheryl makes love
to him." I glanced at my sister-in law. "Assuming that's okay with
you, sister."

"Oh yeah, suck your mommy's pussy, slut..." She grinned and pulled the
straps tight. "See this?"

Jim looked over his shoulder and I didn't stop him this time.

"This is how we'll make love from now on." Cheryl stroked the smooth
black shaft of her dildo, which was very close to the same size as her
husband's cock, ironically enough.

"Uhhh...Mistress...Heh...Cheryl, uh..." Jim licked his lips. "...I don't think..."

"What, you think you can just stick your cock in any old hole and its
fine...But if I want to do it, there must be something wrong?" Cheryl
laughed at him. "That's hardly fair, slave."

"No, I just..." Jim couldn't take his eyes off the dildo jutting
obscenely from between his wife's creamy thighs.

"Quiet now, your mother's waiting." Cheryl giggled and I knelt down
beside my brother, suddenly aware of our father who must have been
watching silently for some time.

"Slave-Mommy's pussy is so pretty now..." I reached beneath my brother's
head to find my mom's freshly shaved cunt with my fingers. "So soft
and sweet...Kiss it, Slave-Brother...Show your mommy how much you love
her."

My mom was watching my brother and holding her breath, smiling broadly
as another fantasy came true for her. Just as she'd lusted after me,
she's wanted my brother for a long time. Now he was about to put his
tongue inside her pussy and my mom gave me a quick look of gratitude.

"Kiss it nicely, slave...I know all you men are good for is eating ass,
but at least try and give your mommy an orgasm." I pushed the back of
my brother's head and it wasn't difficult to get Jim started, he
wasn't resisting me. "You're mommy has a big clit, doesn't she? I love
Slave-Mommy's big clitoris...Suck it for her..."

"Oh God...Thank you...Yesssss..." My mom lifted her butt, as she felt my
brother's mouth on her sex and it was everything she'd imagined, I was
sure. She'd cum just from that, it wouldn't matter how good or bad my
brother was at licking pussy. All that mattered to mom was that it was
her son doing it.

SLAP!!

Cheryl spanked her husband's ass hard. "Lift your ass up, slut...I'm
going to enjoy this."

"There's lube in the suitcase, Mistress." Katrina said, but I couldn't
tell if she was talking to me or Cheryl.

"Hold on a second." I told Cheryl, deciding I'd better get the
lubricant because it looked like Cheryl was ready to strap my
brother's ass dry and he wouldn't like that very much, I didn't think.

It reminded me that I had to keep a close eye on the woman, not only
because she was new to BDSM, but also because her motives were a
little suspect when it came to her husband. She might want to punish
him then, but later, once she'd had time to understand what was going
on better, Cheryl would regret it if she pushed him too hard and too
fast.

"Sit up Katrina." I told her a moment later, tapping her ass with the
switch and tossing the small bottle of lubricant on the floor. "Get
them ready."

"Yes Mistress." Katrina gave me an impish smile, while Cheryl took a
little breath. My sister-in-law was feeling impatient I was sure, as
my bother lapped eagerly at his mom's pussy.

My dad was still there, holding a pair of leather cuffs, restraints
that would fit the wrists or ankles equally well. They had silver
buckles, and they were well worn so that much of the original
stiffness was gone from them. And Daddy's cock was swollen as he
watched his son pleasuring his wife's sex. It may or may not have been
a fantasy of my father's to see his son and wife together, but the
reality of it wasn't bothering him a whole lot.

"Give me those, Slave-Daddy." I rubbed his ass with my cane.

"Uh, okay...Yes, Mistress." My dad smiled at me and blushed, feeling
caught I supposed as he watched his wife and son having sex on the
floor of the family room.

"I'm going to teach you about caning, Slave-Daddy...Down on your hands
and knees...Next to your son."

On the other side, Katrina squirted clear lube on Cheryl's dildo
first, covering it from tip to base with the slippery fluid. She
rubbed her hand over it, almost lovingly as my slave did enjoy such
toys herself. A moment later Katrina was pressing her fingers between
Jim's cheeks, spreading his firm ass with one hand and squirting a
generous amount of liquid from the bottle with the other. She worked
her fingers around his anus and my brother stiffened only slightly,
giving a soft groan into our mom's cunt as Katrina pushed a finger
carefully into his rectum. She had long nails and she knew to be
cautious, the same way I'd been with her, but my brother wasn't nearly
so loose as Katrina had been.

"That should be enough, Mistress." Katrina looked up at Cheryl who
gave her a thin smile.

"Too much probably." The woman said.

"May I ask, Mistress...Have you done this before?" Katrina spoke gently,
her eyes soft and submissive.

"Not with a man, not anal." Cheryl shook her head.

"May I help you, Mistress?" Katrina asked. "Let me guide your cock
inside him....Here...It'll be good for you like this..."

And it was impossible for Cheryl to refuse and I was very happy with
Katrina. She always knew the right thing to do, the right thing to
say. It was her gift, I thought, a genuine talent and Katrina was
going to make sure that Cheryl didn't hurt her husband by mistake.
Ramming nine inches of dildo up his ass, lubricated or not, wasn't
going to be fun for Jim, or even particularly healthy, depending on
how deep his rectum happened to be, and where his prostate might be
located. It was one of the first maxims in BDSM that pain is good,
injury is bad.

Katrina would watch over him though, she'd control Cheryl without the
other woman even realizing it.

I had my father on his hands and knees and I put his face on the
carpet, his head turned to the right so that he could watch Jim eating
out our mom. Her clit looked even larger now, the size of my thumb
perhaps, as her pretty pussy was completely shorn of pubic hair. I had
it in mind to pierce my mother's clit, if she'd agree to it, because
for all its size, mom's clit didn't seem oversensitive. My own clit
became almost unbearably sensitive once I was fully aroused and it was
always interesting to me how different people were from one another.

"Put your hands behind your back, I'm going to cuff you this time,
slave." I put my switch down for the moment as I fastened one leather
cuff and then the other to my father's wrists.

They were loose and comfortable enough, and wouldn't put any
unnecessary pressure on his flesh. I generally preferred such
restraints over handcuffs or even traditional rope bindings, which
required a lot of monitoring. The leather restraints Katrina had
brought gave us a lot more freedom to play as I could largely ignore
them. The cuffs were secured with simple buckles and each of them had
a metal spring clip and separate ring, so they could be fastened
together or to almost anything else.

"Comfortable, Slave-Daddy? Wiggle your fingers for me." I told him,
although I knew those restraints were fine; it would reassure him to
see me concern.

"Yes Mistress, they're...Okay..." He was panting in sympathy with my
mother, I thought, watching his wife being pleasure by his son.

"Now listen to me, Slave-Daddy." I was kneeling beside him, stroking
his shoulders with my hand. "I'm going to cane you with my switch and
it isn't a punishment, I just want you to experience it."

"I...Yes, Mistress." My dad was so warm beneath me, his body was
trembling, although from pure excitement more than any fear of what I
was about to do.

My mom was in heaven, watching me take care of Daddy while her son
worked his tongue around and inside her excited vulva, and Cheryl was
allowing Katrina to guide the head of her black strap-on into Jim's
ass, eager to fuck him as punishment for cheating on her with his
secretary.

"Ohhhh......Ugh...Ughhh...Fuck...Mistress..." Jim lifted his head his groans
punctuated with deep grunts as his wife pushed her dildo inside his
virgin ass slowly. He would be stretched nicely by that large phallus
and if he was a virgin, which I assumed my brother was, it would be a
little scary at first, but if Cheryl did it right that emotion would
pass into pleasure soon enough. Jim would like it, maybe, although I
knew it would be uncomfortable for a long while to come.

"Mmmm...Mistress...Fuck him nice...Back a little...Push slowly...Nice...You're
fucking him good, Mistress..." Katrina was whispering, her hand on
Cheryl's round butt, caressing her as it flexed with the effort of
pushing that cock past her husband's resistance.

Katrina was doing it perfectly, complimenting Cheryl, stroking her
ego, and reminding the woman to take it nice and slow, to work that
big prick inside an inch or so and then take a little of it back. It
was fun to watch, especially since it was my brother getting fucked,
and it was uncomfortable for him at first, but not painful. He could
thank Katrina for that. It would even start feeling good for him soon,
I thought, once the dildo nudged his prostate gently, filling his ass
and making him warm inside.

I'd fucked a lot of men, a lot of submissive males the same way, and
some of them had asked for it, others had accepted it only hesitantly.
In the end though, almost without exception, every man I'd strapped
had enjoyed it intensely. A few of them were even able to achieve
orgasm without any stimulation of their cocks, just from the repeated
pressure on their prostates, and those scenes had been especially
good.

"I want you to count out loud for me, Slave-Daddy."

I was standing now, just to the left of him and rubbing my father's
ass with the switch. Katrina looked into my face, giving me a smile
and I suddenly wished it were her beneath my cane, but we'd have time
for that later, and she was busy enough. Cheryl was focused entirely
on raping her husband's ass, but she wasn't hurting him, at least not
deliberately. It was all mind games for them, as most BDSM tended to
be, even in some of the more extreme punishment scenes I'd played out
with Katrina and others, it was all pointless if the heart and mind
weren't engaged.

"Yes, Mistress-Daughter...I'm...Ready, I think." My dad responded quickly
and he needed it, perhaps not the caning specifically, but some form
of involvement with what was happening next to us.

Ssssnick!

I brought my switch down hard, but only as much as I'd given Jim
previously. My father yelped and it was a surprising sound, high
pitched and sharp.

"What was that?" I narrowed my eyes. "A little girl?"

"O-One...Mistress." My dad's voice was once more his own, but it had a
little tremolo in it.

"Ssssnick!

"Aiii...Mistress!" My father's body jerked hard and his arms strained
against the cuffs binding his wrists.

"That's definitely a girly sound, Slave-Daddy." I teased him, but it
wasn't entirely untrue. He was very sensitive to the switch and it was
playing with his vocal chords.

"S-Sorry...Two, Mistress."

"Don't be sorry, Slave-Daddy." I giggled. "I rather like it."

Ssssnick!

I actually hit him just a little harder, not a lot, but enough to make
him jump forward on his knees and Katrina giggled as she was watching
us closely then. My sweet slave was attracted to such things as a bee
to honey.

"Ohhh!...Three M-Mistress...It hurts." My dad gasped and he had a trio
of nice thin stripes across his ass, so red they were practically
crimson.

"It's supposed to, slave." I rubbed his body with the varnished tips
of my bamboo. "But it isn't supposed to make you cry like a girl.
Perhaps I should just put you in panties, Slave-Daddy. Would you like
that better?"

"P-Panties?" Daddy tried to look over his shoulder at me and my mom
was staring at us, smiling as Jim mouthed her engorged clitoris.

"I'm sure Slave-Mommy would mind letting you borrow hers, until we
could go shopping for your own." I played with him.

"I don't, uh...No, Mistress..." My father almost looked shocked, but it
was hard to tell as he was open mouthed and gasping anyway.

SLAP!!

"We could put this slut in panties." Cheryl chuckled, slapping Jim's
ass hard.

"Uhhhg! Mistress..." My brother lifted his head from our mother's
dripping sex and moaned.

She was fucking him hard, sliding that long black dildo in and out of
her husband's ass with easy strokes. His balls swung beneath his
bobbing cock and his body was so tense I was sure he was going to cum
any second.

SLAP!!

"You take my cock like a pro, slut." Cheryl spanked him again while
Katrina pushed my brother's mouth down against her new Mommy's cunt.
"I'm beginning to think you've been fucked before."

"Noommmpphhh..." My brother was trying to shake his head but our mother
was cumming, or so it seemed to me, and she'd clamped her thighs to
Jim's face, laying flat on her back and squeezing her heavy breasts
with pleasure.

SLAP!!

"I'll have to dress you up pretty, won't I?" Cheryl spanked him again
and my brother's ass was already ruddy from his wife's painful
attentions. "You'll be a good little slut for my big black cock!"

I was rather torn if I wanted my brother to orgasm that way or not, he
was certainly close enough to orgasm. He'd been on the edge for some
time, and if he did cum it would make the whole experience that much
better for him. He'd look forward to Cheryl's new form of lovemaking
after that, probably expecting an orgasm every time, which was a funny
thought. But as much as I wanted my brother to enjoy everything as
much as he could, I also wanted him to save his sperm.

The more he had the better, because I had plans for it, but he was
young and strong, and doubtless full of cum. My brother would make
plenty of it, enough for us anyway.

Ssssnick!

"M-Mistress! Four!" My Daddy gasped.

I gave my Daddy a good one that time and the sharp stinging sound
filled our ears even as my father's body lunged away from the pain.
Caning him was making me incredibly wet and my thong was soggy with
juices from my burning sex. This was all good foreplay, but it was
really just our first night together, all of us as a family, and so
there was a need to be disciplined. Too much of a good thing wasn't
always the best thing and just a taste would leave us all hungry for
more. Satisfaction rarely satisfies for long, in my opinion, and that
was a good thing in this instance.

"You did good, Daddy." I put my switch down and stroked his hot flesh,
feeling his ass tender and hot where I'd spanked him. "The switch
wasn't so bad, was it?"

"N-No...Please, let me cum...." "His voice was pleading and that was good,
it proved that those little love taps I'd given him with the cane
hadn't spoiled anything for him.

"What do you say after I spank you, slave?" I undid his restraints
slowly, determined to ignore his request for the time being. He'd cum
soon enough.

"Thank you Mistress." My dad breathed and I believed him, he really
was enjoying it now, the lingering pain mixed with some small pride
that he'd tried something new. It was a simple thing, but new
submissives are much like children that way.

He was practically shaking with the need and I let his arms go, so
that my dad could stretch him arms. He hadn't been bound very long at
all, less than ten minutes and he'd taken just four easy strokes with
a cane. By the end of a week I'd have him bound for an hour taking a
dozen of my best without complaint, if I was any judge of character,
and it seemed pretty clear that my whole family would be happy if I
kept pushing their limits.

It made me wonder sometimes how I'd ended up the only one of us so
dominant in my desires, for I really couldn't imagine myself
otherwise. If someone were to treat me as I treated my submissives I
would have been indignant and angry, perhaps even frightened, but most
definitely not turned-on. I know that because I did try it, putting
myself in the bottom role of a scene with an experienced Top I
trusted, and I hadn't enjoyed myself at all.

"Come over here now, with me....I want to sit with you, Slave-Daddy." I
waited patiently, looking into Katrina's sapphire eyes while Daddy
stood up. "It's time for a little Father-Daughter chat."

"Uhh...Yes, Mistress." My dad nodded slowly, rubbing his ass gingerly
and frowning slightly. "What?"

"I love you, Slave-Daddy." I'd been trying not to smile, but now I
just gave up and giggled, taking him by the hand.


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