Family Master Ch. 53-56

Chapter 53

Six years, almost to the day, after their wedding, Steven and his family sat in the same church, this time for the funeral of Nathan. He'd died suddenly a few nights ago, of an embolism. Steven sat in the front row; he was Nathan's family. The last ten years had brought his family together in ways most wouldn't understand. Ericka, Nathan's wife of two decades, sat near the aisle, and looked beautiful, even in her grief, her tears were constant, even as she tried to stay strong for her son, Nate. The five-year-old boy was next to her. Genetically, he was also Steven's son, so he had the brown hair and soft features of Steven. So sitting next to him, people could see the resemblance. Nobody in the room seemed to care that Steven was the donor.

Steven held one of Nate's hands, while Ericka held his other hand, and his daughter, Luna, held his other hand. She was named in honor of her mother, Lana, and was very much her mini-me. The same long, straight, platinum-blonde hair and blue eyes. A four-year-old with the same confidence as her mother and the same kindness. Next to her was Lana, strong and beautiful in her conservative black dress. And then next to her were their twin sons, Michael and Nicholas, or Mick and Nick. The boys inherited their mother's strong jaw and blue eyes, but their father's hair, which was a shade between red and brown. Steven knew that at puberty, it could lighten or darken.

Next to the boys was their grandmother, Maryanne. Even approaching 50, she was fit and beautiful, her hair even holding the same deep red color she had all her life, and Steven was pretty sure she didn't dye it. He knew her, Ericka and his father all used Botox, but hadn't gotten any other plastic surgery, instead relying on a good diet and a lot of exercise. She and Lana needed to surround the twins to keep them in line and stop them from fighting with each other. Steven smirked at the thought.

Behind Steven in the next pew, on the aisle, was his father, Aaron, a slim, fit man with dyed dark hair and soft, clear skin and features. Next to him was Steven's twin sister, Sandy, petite and pretty, with compact strength and soft, red hair. Next to her, sitting between Anton, were their two daughters. Sasha, the older, a few months younger than the twins, with the soft red hair and green eyes of her mother, but likely would have more height because of her father. And the younger daughter, Sonya, is a few months older than Luna. Sonya looked more like a twin to Luna than even the boys to themselves. The same hair color, jaw, eyes, and even the same little dimple. Anton beside her, held her hand in comfort; a strong, silent statue.

Across the aisle from Steven was Nathan's biological family. He grew up in a very sexually liberal home, but he hadn't told most of them half of his kinks; both because of Club rules, but also because it'd give away Steven's family's secrets. The only one he knew who knew everything was Nathan's brother, Jack. A man who looked similar to Nathan, with the same aura of strength. And next to Jack was his wife Ellen, a tall, thin, pretty woman with a hawkish nose. The rest of the church held a great many members of the sex club, Nathan's true friends. There were also a handful of Nathan's business associates who came to offer their respects. The church was on the small side but was still packed, with many people even standing. Nathan had left a profound mark on this world and many people loved him.

The pastor, Buddy, continued his speech, keeping the religious words minimal, as Nathan didn't practice, but instead spoke as a friend. Spoke of his family and friends, the loyalty he commanded, his strength, his drive, his intensity. A man whose confidence was often seen only as arrogance or rudeness, but the love he gave was just as intense. A man who in recent years finally became a father and his life evolved to even greater levels of pride and happiness. He leaves a wife whom he found later in life, but who shaped his whole world, drove his happiness, and gave him contentment. They had adventures together and built the life they desired.

He talked of Nathan's business acumen, gesturing to the many business partners in the pews and standing. Talked of those same businesses that supported charity, even the very church they were in. He occasionally threw in a joke that only members of the sex club would understand. After Buddy, several people came up front and gave a few words, including Aaron, Jack, and Ericka.

Then, everyone moved to the reception area, to eat and talk. Steven stayed near Ericka and Nate, providing silent comfort. People picked at the table of food, talked in small groups, laughed about stories of Nathan, offered their condolences to Ericka and Nate, and comforted one another.

Steven returned to Lana and asked her, "Will you take Nate tonight and watch all the kids? I want to take Ericka to my parents' home so she's not alone tonight."

"Of course, honey," she said kissing his cheek. "Have fun," she smirked.

He smiled back at her, "If that's what she needs, but I just want to be there for them."

"I know her. That's what she needs," she smiled widely.

"Likely..."

"Just be gentle. She doesn't need dominance, she needs love."

"Thank you, I appreciate your insight."

He waited for most people to leave before telling his plan to his parents and Ericka. She was a little reluctant to let go of Nate but saw the benefits of him playing with the twins, of being a child tonight. And she saw the benefit of having physical and emotional comfort. "Thank you... Master," she added at the end, and to Steven's ears, the word sounded different. It was too soon to make those types of life-changing decisions, but those in his orbit would certainly be waiting on bated breath for the answer.

On the way to his parents' home, Ericka held his hand and kept a thousand-yard stare out the window, an occasional tear falling. "I miss him," she whispered. Steven just squeezed tighter.

When they opened the door to his childhood home, it looked the same but felt different. He led the way, trying but failing not to be too dominating; they didn't 'need' that tonight, although they probably 'wanted' it. He led Ericka to the couch, sat her down, and then went and got her something to drink. Once she was drinking, he sat on one side of her, and Aaron sat on the other side of her, while Maryanne sat on the other side of Steven. Hands went to thighs and backs and hands; giving silent comfort. "Master," Maryanne said slowly, again the word sounding different to Steven's ears and he wondered if it was because they 'wanted' him to fully be their master, or was it the opposite, that they wanted to move on to a new Dom. He felt that was a long shot, but... He had his own slaves and a wife. Maybe they thought he didn't have the time or inclination to be what they needed.

"Just Steven tonight, Mom," he emphasized the word. "Tomorrow, or the next day... We'll talk about it. Define it. But tonight, we don't need that. We need to be here for Ericka."

"Okay, son," she too empathized that word and squeezed his hand.

Ericka finished her drink, lay her head on Steven's shoulder, let out a long breath, and whispered, "Will you make 'love' to me tonight?"

"Of course. I'm here for you. Always," he stretched the word.

Ericka slowly stood, grabbed Steven's hand, and pulled him up. They then started walking toward the bedroom. Steven looked at his parents still on the couch with the look of lost puppies, likely wondering if they were invited. Steven nodded to them and they jumped up together with smiles on their faces, following along closely.

They entered the bedroom in a somber mood. Ericka immediately lifted her dress up and over her head, before dropping to the floor. Although she didn't dress to be sexy at a funeral, even a simple black cotton bra and panties were perfect on her body. Steven preferred smaller breasts on women, not because he didn't like the look of large ones, but because he didn't like any sag. Yet, somehow, Ericka approaching 50, with large D-cup breasts, defied nature and gravity. Her stomach was always flat and toned, even bouncing back within a month after the birth of Nate. And her ass and legs followed suit. She had lovely eyes and sultry lips. Even though Sandy was by far his ideal woman, Ericka had been his wet dream from the moment he met her.

He hugged her close, kissed her lips lightly, and reached around to the clasp of the bra. He pulled the bra from her shoulders and off her large globes, revealing hard small nipples. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, staying slow and sensual. Next to them Steven's parents were making out and stripping each other. Then Ericka began to remove his suit; slipping his jacket over his shoulders, unbuttoning his shirt, and then his pants. She moved slowly and carefully with a calm attitude. Steven could tell she wanted to enjoy it but didn't want to let go of her sadness.

His parents got naked before him and Ericka, and Maryanne pushed her husband onto the bed. They, like Ericka, exercised a lot, and ate very healthy, even more so as they continued to age, and as such their bodies looked the same as he remembered when he first got to see them naked. However, he could see his mother's breasts while holding on, were not as resistant as Ericka's. Aaron, had worn a cock cage under Nathan for over three years, until he reached a new deep level of submissiveness; even when Aaron didn't wear it, he had a lot of trouble getting hard if not ordered by his Master, but once it was ordered it became fully hard very quickly; that is the submissiveness Nathan had instilled in him. So as Maryanne dropped to her knees and engulfed Aaron's dick within her mouth, Steven had to turn to him and say, "Enjoy it, Dad."

Once he was naked, Ericka also sat him on the bed knelt in front of him, and slowly started stroking his cock. She twisted it back upward, beginning some strokes along its entire length. Ericka didn't seem to be in any hurry as she casually stroked the erection, her hand around it, up and down the shaft. A wonderful sensation ran through his body as she caressed him earnestly.

She never missed a stroke with her hand and then he felt the warmth of her mouth close over the head of my cock. He lay back and listened to the slurping around his erection, her hand sliding back and forth along it, pushing it in and out of that warm wet mouth. He was getting close and she wasn't slowing down. He knew she wanted it to last longer, so he subtly stopped her. "Come here," he said gently, holding his arms out wide like he wanted a hug.

She climbed up onto the bed, over his body, rubbing her breasts along his cock as she moved up to his body. When she was over him, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in tight to him. His lips brushed her lightly. She fitted her body up against his and threw her right leg over his hip so that his erection felt the heat of her pussy.

Her hand reached between them and guided his dick into the wet channel of her spread labia. She was so hot and running wet. On instinct, he thrust his hips as soon as her hand retreated and his cock slid all the way to the entrance to her vagina and then withdrew back again until my tip rolled over her clitoris. He placed his hands on her ass and pulled her tighter toward him.

Her body was demonstrating the raw need of her desire. Her lips found his again and she kissed him. Her lips quickly parted, her tongue sliding into his mouth, seeking out his tongue. The kiss was sensual and slow; loving. He rolled over to straighten his body on top of her, rolling her onto her back. She spread her legs wide apart for a moment and then the head of his cock nudge into the opening of her vagina, she folded her legs over the back of his thighs, and she moaned, "Yes."

She was so wet that his cock slid easily into her clutching vagina. She began humping her hips up at him in a crazed desire even before his cock was fully seated inside her tight passage. He slowly eased his cock out of her warm sheath, paused with only the head of his cock held tightly at her entrance, and then he just as slowly drove his whole shaft back into her in one long glide. "Oh, Nathan," she whispered-moaned. Steven didn't feel angry or disrespected by the name. She needed it at that moment for him to be her husband.

He concentrated on the hot body beneath him, he inserted himself inside her, then pulled back, in and out, over and over. Slow, steady, loving, quiet, comforting, passionate, together.

Tears formed in her eyes as she remembered Nathan. Remembering them together like this, just hours before his death, he had made love to her. So much had happened to change her life in just days. She humped her hips up at him, her arms and legs wrapped around him, urging him on to take her to great heights. Her sighs and moans filled the bedroom.

She was getting louder, something powerful was happening within her body, causing her to gasp and cry out, and her breath became labored. And then it happened, she orgasmed from the hard thrusts of his cock in her pussy. "Nathan!" She yelled in pleasure and a few more tears fell. Steven felt her need and drove on, increasing the pace, and heard her striving to reach another peak, getting there quicker this time.

She crested a second time, and she sounded like this one was even more powerful than the first. He plunged on, unrelenting in his quest to make her feel good. He wanted to keep going, to try to give her a third, but his body was rapidly giving up on him. He pumped harder and faster into her. His cock burst forth inside her, spraying streams of cum into her. She pulled his face to hers as his release exploded inside her, kissing him deeply and passionately with lots of tongue. When the kiss ended, he dropped his head down into the crook of her neck. "Thank you," she whispered with just a slight sniffle.

"Of course. I love you," Steven said to her. He moved to her side and she grabbed hold of him in a tighter hug. She didn't want him to move away from her and so he stayed. Then he felt his mother push into her back and then noticed his father move in on the other side of Maryanne. Faster than Steven thought possible, Ericka's breathing slowed, and she fell asleep; exhausted from the day, the sex, and the emotion.

Chapter 54

Steven woke up alone in his parents' bed. He heard the shower running and a small moan. Then his father walked in from the hall with a tray of food, "Good morning, Master," he said cheerfully.

Steven sighed, he knew he had to address it, with all of them, but it was too soon, there were too many things that needed to change for it to work, he needed to talk to his wife, he needed to talk to his slave-sister, he needed to decide if he 'could' do it. He'd made a half commitment years ago to his parents and a smaller commitment to Ericka, but it wasn't as formal as with Sandy or her husband, Anton. But, in the same thought, he knew that if he didn't do it then they'd go out to look for a new Dom and he didn't want that. He didn't want a new force in his and his parents' lives. Nathan had been a tidal wave on their family, one they survived and eventually thrived through, but it'd be unlikely to happen again. "Good morning, Dad," he said, using the name but not emphasizing it.

Aaron set the food on the side table and then knelt next to the bed, He was naked, but not wearing a collar; he was acting as a slave, but holding something back. "Where's your collar?" Steven asked carefully but curiously as he picked up a piece of toast and bit the corner.

Aaron looked down, sadness radiating off of him, "That collar... It was from Master Nathan, it was for him... He's not here..." A tear built up in the corner of his eye.

"I understand," Steven said carefully and placed his hand on the side of his father's head in a show of love and dominance. He then moved his legs off the bed, leaned down, and kissed his father on the lips. "We'll get through this... together."

"Together," Aaron whispered.

"Thank you for breakfast."

"You're welcome, sir."

"Please. I know you need it, but can we just do 'family mode' today? I'm still... reeling from the loss."

"Okay, son," Aaron said sadly and stood back up. "We're all trying to 'deal' with this. I don't know what I'm going to do." He looked down at his cock and touched it, rubbed it a few times, and it didn't respond. "Master Nathan... He made my," he gestured to his dick, "submissive. I can't go back..." He whispered with fear.

"We'll figure it out..." Steven also whispered, a little in fear.

Ericka screamed out in orgasm from the bathroom, breaking the solemn moment. Steven ate the last bite of toast and said, "Let's go join them."

"Yes... Steven," Aaron said, accepting the command while pretending to be in family mode. They moved through the open bathroom door and walked through the steam to the glass door of the shower. Ericka's ass was pressed against the glass wall. Steven opened the door and stepped inside and under the water, he then looked at the women, Maryanne on the floor, mouth covering Ericka's sex, her tongue working quickly along the slit. Aaron followed along after him like a lost puppy, keeping his head down as he moved near the wall, trying to be small.

Steven rubbed the water into his hair as he continued to watch the women, Maryanne working frantically, Ericka's head back, eyes closed, breath ragged, moans constant as she grabbed Maryanne's hair and directed her. While Steven wasn't acting as the master, it seemed Ericka 'was' acting as the Mistress. "Dad. Wash my back."

Aaron moved quickly, grabbing a washcloth and soaping it up. A few moments later he felt the cloth on his back, slow steady circles on his upper and then lower back, then up to his shoulders, and then slowly, tentatively over his ass, then Aaron knelt and worked the legs. Steven knew what his father wanted, that he wanted to go further, to give his everything to this task, but at the same time, Steven asked for family mode and Aaron was pushing it. Yet, he was also grieving, sad, lonely, and afraid, and he wanted Steven to be the master, to give Aaron his purpose back. He inwardly sighed, but said, "Now wash the front," his tone stronger and more commanding.

Aaron's face showed a sly smile and then he moved quickly in front of his son. He started with the front of the legs again and slowly moved up, he licked his lips and then started to clean Steven's crotch, rubbing up and down the shaft twice, but then he moved on, his orders were to clean, not please. He moved up the front of Steven's body, taking a little longer on the abs and nipples, before moving onto the arms. "Thank you, Dad," he said carefully. His father was pushing past family mode and Steven had let him, ordered him to, but if he didn't stop it now, it'd undermine his authority.

He paused, licked his lips again as his eyes roamed Steven's body, then lowered his eyes, and said, "You're welcome, son."

"Well, if you're not going to use him, I will," Ericka said with confidence only slightly twanged with sadness. "Little one, lick my ass while your wife continues in front."

"Yes, Mistress," Aaron said and moved to her as she pushed herself off the shower wall to allow him space.

As Aaron and Maryanne began a renewed attack on Ericka's holes, Steven watched on. He'd seen similar actions dozens of times over the years, and as such, he felt something was different. It was hard to place. It may have just been the grief of yesterday, or tiredness, or a thousand other things, but something was lacking. There was a feeling of them going through the motions. So Steven just observed, trying to decide if he could give them their purpose back. Ericka squirmed and moaned; at least she was getting joy. She deserved it.

"Steven," Ericka got his attention, talking as though two slaves weren't licking her from the shower floor. "Did you see the text from our lawyer?"

"No," Steven said, he hadn't plugged in his phone after getting back from the funeral. It was probably in his pants and dead. He should plug it in soon; Lana was watching four rambunctious kids and he hoped he didn't miss any of her calls.

"Well, he wants to see all of us today. He said there are things in the will that are time-sensitive," Ericka said, surprisingly calmly.

"Even if it is 'time-sensitive', that seems a little rushed," Steven said trying to be sensitive.

"Maybe," she said sadly. "But I trust him, he's a friend, and wouldn't be flippant about..." She screamed out an orgasm before she could continue. After a few moments of coming down, she said, "Thank you, slaves. Get cleaned up. We have somewhere to be today."

"Yes, Mistress," they said together.

Steven saw that the fun was over, stepped out of the shower, and dried off. He went to his old room, mostly the same as when he lived there, but set up more to house his children when they spent the night. He checked his closet for something to wear home. He smiled at an old T-shirt that he found and put it on with some jeans. He then plugged in his phone and sat on the couch, luckily no calls from Lana, but there was the message from the lawyer. A man Steven was vaguely familiar with from The Club.

Ericka and his parents came out of the hall a few minutes later and went to the kitchen to get their own meals. Ericka was still in her funeral dress, as she didn't have any appropriate clothes here. Steven stayed on the couch, checking e-mail and texting Lana and Sandy, while the others ate in silence.

Eventually, they were all more or less ready, and they left the house. Ericka said, "I'll ride with Steven. You two go to Sandy's, pick her up, and meet us at the lawyers' at 3."

"Yes, Mistress," they said again.

Ericka and Steven began to drive toward the city. First to Steven's and Lana's home; a suburb fifteen minutes from the city. Ericka came in with him, Lana hugged her tightly in comfort and passion, asking how she was doing, and they talked for a while as Steven changed into something he could wear to a lawyer's office. After, saying goodbye to his kids and kissing his wife, he and Ericka left again, heading to Ericka's apartment. She too changed into something that was still professional, but less formal than a funeral dress.

They reached their lawyer's office, a man named, Jenson. An older man, 55 years old, silver hair, a worn face that looked like it belonged more on a man who spent his life outside, a fisherman or carpenter, rather than a man who spent time in his office and in the courtroom. As a member of The Club, he too maintained a strong fit body. In his outer office stood Steven, Sandy, their parents, Ericka, and Jack. Nobody talked; it felt solemn again.

They entered the conference room and all took a seat, Jenson was at the head and a beautiful petite raven-haired paralegal was standing next to him. Steven thought he also recognized her from The Club. "So," he started without preamble. "We are here for the reading of Nathan's will. The official version that was filed with the court had to be a little creative, but we, as part of The Club, know there is more. There is a special dispensation, based on your actions and decisions... Steven," he said, and looked at him.

"What?" Steven asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, let's start with the immutable part. Six minor children, Nathan Jr., Michael, Nicholas, Sasha, Sonya, and Luna, will all get a trust, with Nathan's part being larger. Sandy, Maryanne, and Aaron all get a similarly sized trust. Jack, Ericka, and Steven all get a larger trust. The numbers are not insignificant. But, the lion's share of properties, stock portfolio, and liquid assets will first be offered to Steven. There is a letter here," he held up a manila envelope that seemed to hold more than just a letter. "If you can fulfill the conditions in the letter, it will go to you. Otherwise, it will be split between Jack, Ericka, and Nate."

"Oh," Steven said with a far-off look. "What are the conditions?"

"Private. In the letter," Jenson said, sliding the envelope to Steven. "You have 48 hours to get the signed papers back to me." He gave Steven a look that was of interest, likely because he didn't know everything in the letter. "Now, let's go over the several specifics of the trusts." And then he went on to coldly and clinically talk about taxes and regulations and dividends; all the while, Steven stared at the unopened envelope in front of him.

Everyone got packets of paperwork. He, Sandy, and Ericka got more for the children. And then the meeting was over; a man's life boiled down to an hour and paperwork. Everyone filed out slowly, lightly talking about the packets they held, when Jenson said, "Steven, you're welcome to use the room to go through the letter."

"Oh, thank you," Steven said and sat back down.

"Steven," Ericka said, "I'll wait for you out here."

"Thank you, Ericka," Steven said absently. After the door closed, he opened the packet and pulled out several things. The first was another envelope, which he set aside, the other thing seemed to be a breakdown of Nathan's finances. He worked with numbers, and he recognized much of the basic framework, although there was too much to go through now, but the bottom line was that the assets were... Substantial. He then opened the letter.

'Steven,

If you're reading this, I am dead and my lawyer has presented you with this letter. I am updating or rewriting it every year; one week after my son's birthday. So he should be five when you're reading this. Too young to lose a father. A handful of moments defined my whole life, discovering BDSM, meeting and marrying Ericka, your parents, you twins, and the birth of my son. And you, Steven, made that happen for us. That and your dominance, give me the confidence to make you my successor, at least until you're confident that Nate can take over. But, if you can't or won't take the steps necessary to do so, then my brother Jack can take it on.

As for those steps... It shouldn't come as a surprise or too much of a burden, but you need to completely take over as Master for Ericka, Maryanne, and Aaron. And you need to be the type of Master they need and want, not the type you are for Sandy and Anton. We've had this argument many times about you being too soft. Sandy has lived and grown in that softness, but the others have not. And then there is the issue of Aaron. You've taken many of the steps with Anton for the past several years, but you're still too soft for what Aaron needs. Get them to pledge themselves to you completely, you accept them completely, sign the papers, and return them to Jenson. That's it.

Good luck, Steven.'

Steven stopped reading, but expected so much more. Guidance, or direction; even when they were co-masters, Nathan was the stronger, more experienced, and Steven thought Nathan would whisper the right thing in his ear to get the slaves to agree. But that advice wasn't coming. The ask wasn't that big, he'd been considering it already in the last two days, but that didn't mean it was going to be easy. He didn't overly like several of the harder parts of BDSM, but his parents did. They liked it rough, hard, they liked to be humiliated, to be made small and weak. They liked to be treated like dogs or pets, but he treated Sandy as much closer to lovers; a lover who liked to be submissive, but it definitely fell on the lighter side of the kink.

Ericka liked to be beaten with paddles, whips, and the like; she loved bondage and pain. Aaron liked being a small weak man; cucked and fucked. Maryanne liked to be used; given no responsibilities, only being a mindless toy. Technically, he could do all that; being with men was still hard, but the rest he could learn and build on. But it was not a small or easy commitment. He was a husband, a father, a master of his sister and her husband, he worked, and he still took some part of his parents' sex life. It was a lot. But the money would help ease that.

He sat for a while longer, rereading the letter, looking for insight, and thinking about his future. He needed to speak with his wife, but Ericka was outside the door and she'd want to talk on the drive home. He left the room, ushered Ericka to the car, drove out into traffic, and started to drive before saying, "So...? Do you know what was in the letter?"

"Not all of it, but I think I know," Ericka said as she looked the other way out the window.

"Any initial thoughts?"

"My first thought is that I love you and Sandy and your parents and given the choice between Nathan's money or staying with all of you, I'd choose my new family... My second thought is you're a decent Dom and I still want that... Third, you're... 'one' of Nate's fathers and I'd like you in his life..." She trailed off with more reasons on her tongue.

"Those seem like solid reasons," Steven said slowly, "but, you seem... unsure?"

"How can I make such a decision within a few days of the funeral? And, what if we can't make it work, and 'you' get all the money? I know you... I don't think it will happen, but shouldn't I take the money for Nate?"

"Okay..." Steven said even slower. "Well... I need to talk to Lana. I need to go through all the financial stuff. I need to talk with my parents and Sandy. I don't need an answer before you get out of the car. Give it a few days. Call me if you have questions or you're just spiraling. We'll talk again, soon."

"Okay. Thank you."

They drove the rest of the way back to Steven's house. Then Ericka collected Nate and they ordered a car to take them home. Then Steven said hello to and played with his children for a bit, then they ate, put the kids to bed, and finally, Steven and Lana made some drinks, sat on the couch, and got a moment to talk. Steven explained what he needed to do and what they would gain if they did it.

"That doesn't seem too bad. You act as their master all the time."

"True, but the wording is that I 'need to control them completely'. This isn't weekend fun or occasional sex, it's full commitment. I work, I'm a father, a husband, and already put a lot of time and energy into Sandy. It feels like something would break if I tried to be everything to everyone." He said and took another drink before continuing, "That being said, I think there is a way it could work and be better for everyone. I was looking at Nathan's finances and it seems he was planning for this..." Steven then showed Lana what he was thinking.

Chapter 55

The next morning, Steven pulled back up to his parents' home, walked inside, and first found his mother cleaning the kitchen. She wore a lingerie-like maid outfit, little more than frilly wrist cuffs, a frilly hairband, high fishnet stockings, and an apron that only covered her stomach. She was down on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor with her ass out high shaking it as she frantically moved. Steven had texted to ask if they were home and said when he would stop by. She knew he was there, he wasn't quiet coming in, and she moved in the most sexy way possible while pretending it was natural cleaning. He was always surprised at how tight and toned her ass looked, even approaching 50. He walked over to her and placed his hand on that ass, she pushed it back and up into his hand, and he rubbed it back and forth. She moaned in desperate desire for a man's touch, "Welcome, Master," she said in a sing-song voice.

"Good morning, slave. Your ass is looking amazing."

She moaned again, "Thank you, Master. It's all yours."

"I know," Steven said with full confidence. "Where's Rex?" He used his father's slave name, showing his willingness to play today. Maryanne's tensed ass shows she caught that as well.

"Cleaning the basement."

Steven gave a slight smack on her ass and moved to the basement door, opened it, and yelled out, "Rex! Come here!"

"Coming Master!" he called back. Then started climbing the stairs a moment later. He was mostly naked, but had the cuffs and headband as well. Steven turned and moved back toward the living room, knowing his parents would follow him. And as he turned and sat on the couch, there they were, a handful of feet away falling to their knees, lust heavy in their eyes. He just watched for a moment, realizing they were different types of slaves than Sandy was to him. He wasn't or hadn't been this demanding; naked cleaning, quiet followers, horny sex toys. He liked the power, but it was a stressful type of Dom. He knew Nathan agreed with that assessment as well as he never had them move closer and rarely had any session longer than the weekend. He wasn't 'fully committed' either.

"Well, that answers that question," he mused quietly. "Please, sit, as parents. We'll play afterwards."

They smiled widely, jumped up, and rushed to the couch. He looked them over, and both still held a vibrant youthfulness, tight bodies, lustful eyes, submissive desire; it was hot being yearned for by these slutty people. "As you know, Nathan gave me a task to gain access to his estate, and I suspect you know what that is... That I need to take you on as my slaves; no more half measures, fully committed." He left it hanging in the air as Maryanne fidgeted and licked her lips and Aaron's hand moved to his thigh, as close to his crotch as possible.

"Oh, Master... Steven," Maryanne's voice practically moaned, "Yes! Please! Take me, use me, fuck me, control me!"

Steven, himself, shivered at the sexual desire that permeated the air, "Soon," he whispered, "But first, we have to talk."

"I have a plan, or rather Nathan was planning something. He was building a compound of sorts, a large mansion surrounded by three other homes; one for me, one for Sandy, one for you two, with Nathan in the main house. On a lake, private, secured." Steven let it hang there. "I can't give you what you need, what you want, if you live so far away... How do you both feel about you moving there, that you quit your jobs, and take on the role of maid, nanny, and groundkeeper? You serving me completely and I give you what you need."

"Oh, god! Yes!" Maryanne said with a smile.

"What about money?" Aaron asked looking excited, but scared.

"You just got the trust. It's plenty. But, you can also rent out or sell the house. It will be enough to retire with. Plus, you won't be paying any bills, so it's all fun money."

"Honey," Maryanne turned to her husband, "This is what I've wanted for so long! Just serving a master. Cleaning for him, working for him, servicing him, being there for him. Don't you want that?"

"Yes," Aaron said dropping his head, "But..." He looked sadly at Steven, "Steven isn't... doesn't give me what I need," he dropped his eyes lower.

Steven grimaced inward, but kept his voice strong, "If you commit to me, then I'll be what you need."

"You think you actually can?" Aaron asked with hope.

"Yes," Steven said simply and strongly.

Aaron fidgeted and practically moaned. Then he turned to his wife, squeezed her hand, looked into her eyes, and seemed to have a whole silent conversation. Then finally he turned back to Steven, dropped off the couch and onto his knees, Maryanne following right after, and said, "We accept... everything. We are yours, son... Master. Please, use us."

"I need you to know, that this is still contingent on Ericka joining as well. It may not be as perfect as I hope without her, but that doesn't change my commitment." They nodded their heads at him, understanding, and accepting the risk. Steven then pulled out two collars from his pocket; new ones for his parents. "Kat," he used her slave name, "Do you agree to serve me as a slave to a Master?"

"God, yes, Master! Forever!" She said through shaky breaths and he wrapped the leather around her neck, clasping it in the back. She immediately reached up and stroked it with her fingertips.

He then moved to his father, "Rex, do you agree to serve me as my slave?"

"Yes, son, Master. I commit myself to you. My body, my soul, my life, my choices; all yours." Steven repeated the ritual with another collar.

He then took a step back and looked at them with a newfound light. They were his. He was theirs. He gave himself a huge responsibility, but he was getting so much back from them as well. He then pulled out another thing, a cock cage, "Rex, put this on."

Aaron's eyes went wide. He hadn't had to regularly wear one in years. He has been trained not to need one. His mouth moved as if to speak, but he'd just agreed to serve and wouldn't question him now. "Yes, sir," he said and tentatively took hold of it.

Steven then handed a key to Maryanne, "It won't be anywhere near as long as your first time. But, it is mine now. You need to feel it, understand it, and believe it. When your dick knows it belongs to me as much as you, yourself does, then it can come off again."

"Yes, sir." He then put it on right there in the middle of the room and Steven was the one to click the lock shut.

He looked down again at his parents, feeling and remembering the moment, "Perfect," he whispered. He then started to strip off his clothes in front of them. He looked to the front window, covered by a thin, nearly sheer curtain, and he thought about people who could be watching, seeing the debauchery in their quiet neighborhood. Soon he stood in front of his parents, naked, erect, strong, and in control of everything; in this moment and all aspects of their lives. "Suck this. Both of you."

They moved with predatory speed, each gently taking hold of his cock, with Maryanne was fastest and first. She extended her tongue as she lowered her head toward his cock. He became even firmer, the smooth flesh taunt. She lapped at his warm cock flesh. She licked. She opened her mouth further, her lips slid over his firm cockhead. She took him between her lips, slid over the ridge to savor the cock in her mouth. His cock lay heavy on her tongue. She sucked.

His cock stiffened in her mouth. She slid her lips down his shaft to take more of his cock into her mouth. Then up again, her lips slid up his cock as she sucked, then down again to take as much of his cock as she could. She was desperate to please, to suck, to be used.

More of his cock entered her mouth, slid between her lips. Her head bobbed back and forth. Aaron tried to get a turn, he was insistent, hand massaging Steven's balls, but Maryanne wouldn't let his face in; she wanted it more than anything. Steven knew what his mom actually wanted, how she wanted it, how Steven rarely gave it to her, but now he needed to be more. He ran his fingers through her hair; gentle, loving at first, then he grabbed a fistful and pulled her roughly forward. His cock rammed down her throat, "Take it, Slut!" He roared at her.

Then just as roughly he pulled her off, practically throwing her off her knees. Then he grabbed his father's hair in the same way and forced him onto his couch. His cock slipped in and out of Rex's mouth, sliding between his lips. His hand roughly guided his head. "Suck it, bitch!" He ordered his father. He pulled his father off and then slapped his face with his cock, then slapped his lips and tongue repeatedly. He took the cock back into his mouth. He took him as deep into his mouth as he could, then up and down his length.

"Let's take this to the bedroom. I'm going to fuck you both." The inclusion of his father in that declaration would be a profound proclamation in that room. And his father's wide eyes looking up at him showed he caught it.

He leaned back, letting the cock fall from his mouth reluctantly. He got to his feet, with Maryanne right behind him, and they were taken to the bedroom. "On the bed on all fours, Kat!" He loudly ordered. She again rushed with excited energy, climbing up and pushing her ass out to him and his father. "And you! Lick her asshole! Go deep," he ordered Rex and slapped his ass as hard as possible to get him to move. Aaron shivered and rushed forward, bent over, and buried his face deep into his wife's ass.

Steven then moved to their side table and found the lube, poured it into his hand, moved behind him, poured more over his dad's ass, pulled him down and out, lined up his own cock, and pushed forward into his father's hole. He put his dick between ass cheeks, and Aaron started grinding on him, he was moaning from the pressure and desire. He was raising himself up higher and higher while grinding until the point of Steven's dick was pointing straight into his hole and he felt the pressure from the tightness of his ass as it slowly enveloped his dick. "Oh fuck!" Aaron groaned into his wife's ass.

They moaned together as Steven slammed forward and Aaron pushed back. They started to pick up the pace. He'd almost cum, so he slowed a lot, wanting to make the encounter last much longer. He slapped Aaron's ass every once in a while making him squirm and moan at the same time.

"Harder, Master! Please," he begged. Their movement synchronized and inch by inch his cock slowly made its way into his ass, burying himself with their balls touching.

He picked up the pace and with it he smacked into his ass. The room was filled with the sounds of bodies slapping against each other along with three moans. "Where do you want my cum?" Steven asked his.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste you and swallow your big load!" Rex begged.

He pulled out and dragged Rex off the bed, forcing him to the floor. Slave Aaron opened his mouth as Steven jacked off in front of him, from time to time putting the head of his penis on Aaron's tongue where he would lick the underside while moaning.

Soon, spurt after spurt of cum came out of him and slowly started filling his mouth. Before he swallowed, he showed Steven just how much cum filled his mouth and with a smile he gulped down on the cum in one go and showed a clean mouth.

He gave Steven's dick a few more strokes and cleaned up the remaining cum. Maryanne had lay down and was watching intently as Aaron sucked her son; her hand vigorously rubbing herself. "Keep sucking, little one. I need to be hard again to fuck your wife." Aaron moaned again and latched himself back onto Steven's cock. His tongue worked with passionate vigor trying to coax the blood back to the penis.

"Yes!" Maryanne purred, "fuck me, son." Her hand didn't stop moving. "Do you want mommy's cunt?" She said as she spread her legs and her pussy lips. Steven watched her intently as his father continued to suck and stroke him. His parents working in concert was enough to bring his cock back to life. As soon as it was hard, his father seemed to want it more and doubled down on his technique, but he once again roughly grabbed hold of Aaron's hair and pulled him off and forcefully pushed him away. The look in his father's eyes was sadness, but also lust and love; he enjoyed being degraded.

He moved over to the bed, grabbed his mother's ankle, and pulled hard on her, dragging her to the edge of the bed. He stood between her legs, bent down, and kissed her as his dick pushed against her pussy. "Yes, Master! Fuck me, please!"

He stood up straighter, looked down on her, and then slapped her hard across the face; hard enough to leave a mark. If people saw her, there would definitely be questions. It was harder than he'd ever hit her face, and he saw it in her eyes that she recognized that fact as well, but also in her eyes was lust and horniness, "Yes! Thank you, Master! Use me! It's your pussy!" Her screams were intense and moans deep, the desire overrode everything else, she truly was a nympho. His hand went to her throat and squeezed hard. It was something he'd been shown by other doms and practiced a few times, but it wasn't his kink, so he was nervous.

Her eyes went wide. This was new for her, at least from Steven; he didn't know if Nathan ever did it. His other hand went to her cunt and attacked her clit, rubbing vigorously as his hand held tightly to her windpipe, watching her eyes very closley for fear or struggle, but he only saw desire and need. Her hands went to her nipples and pinched them roughly, adding yet another sensation. Tiny squeaks escaped through Steven's grip. Her eyes started to roll back in her head and the skin color on her face began to change, so Steven released her, but doubled his effort on her clit. "Yes, Master!" She croaked, her voice rough.

He grabbed her leg, moved it across her body, and with a real attempt and strength, flipped her over onto her stomach. She giggled and moaned. He leaned down and set his cock against her crack and set his body weight against her back, he whispered in her ear, "Would my whore like something?"

She wiggled her ass against his throbbing cock. He ran a hand down her leg. "Please Master..." She whispered.

"What does she want?"

"Please," her need was electric.

"I can't give it to you..." He took a handful of hair and jerked her head back, "... Unless you tell me."

"Please make me cum... please... use me... please..." She said it fast.

Steven groaned and said, "I'm going to take what I want."

"Yes, Master... I'm yours... It's yours... please... take it however you want!"

He ground his cock harder into the soft fold of her ass crack. "Up to your knees," he ordered. She struggled to rise, but she was too slow, so Steven pulled her up by her hair. She gasped. "You're a cock-whore! You can't wait to have my dick?"

"Yes! I'm a whore, a slut, your slut, I need your cock, Master! Fuck me, Please!" The word stretched long as her ass continued to push back against his dick, trying to catch and trap it in her pussy. "I need it!"

He leaned back and smacked her ass hard. Then again and again and again until he could see a deeper red on her smooth pale skin. She relished it all, moaning in pleasure with every strike.

He grabbed the bottle of lube that sat at the corner of the bed and poured out another large dollop into his hand and then into her tight asshole. One finger, then two, stretched her as she moaned softly. Over and over he twisted his slick fingers into her. She started to push back, fucking his fingers with her ass. "You're such a filthy whore," Steven laughed as he slid his fingers from her ass. She whimpered at the loss.

Then he grabbed her hips, lined up his cock to her tight hole, and push forward and pulled her back. He pushed in steadily, hearing her struggle until his balls were finally resting against her soft pussy. He pumped in and out of her. Her ass stretching to accommodate him. He picked up speed and increased his depth: faster, harder, deeper. "Yes," Steven grunted, "So fucking tight." She whimpered softly, causing Steven to fuck her ass faster and harder.

"Please, Master... I'm going to... may... I..." Her voice trailed off.

"May you what, whore? What do you want?" He punctuated each word with a thrust of his cock.

"Cum... I wanna cum... Please!"

"Cum. Cum now!" He continued to pound into her, and she came. Her ass squeezed around his cock, getting him off with her. He flooded her ass with hot cum, his cock jerked deep within her. And then he finally collapsed on her back, his slowly deflating cock still inside her.

His breath was ragged, his heart beat fast and hard in his chest, his legs were sore, and his dick hurt a little from the hard thrusts into the tight crevice, but he had to keep going, he had to make this so memorable that they would remember it every time they called him master, every time they wore their collars, every time they served him as maid or cook or gardener. He was cementing his power in this moment.

He pushed himself up off his mother, his cock making a little pop as it escaped from her asshole, followed by a small amount of cum. He stood tall and looked down on his father, who had been watching intently only a few feet away from his ass. He grabbed his hair again and dragged him forward, and pushed his face into Kat's ass. He could have just ordered it and Aaron would have moved quickly and with joy, but by forcing, pulling, and hurting him while doing it, it gave him more power and control. "Clean it!"

Aaron didn't hesitate for even a moment, his tongue jumping from his mouth like it had a will of its own. But, even so, Steven pushed the back of his head down and further into the ass. "Deeper!"

Aaron mumbled something that might have been, 'Yes, sir.'

Steven let go and went back to the toy trunk and then returned behind Rex and said, "Ass up!" Aaron did it quickly and Steven didn't hesitate to swing the cane onto his cheeks. "Deeper!" He yelled even though it wasn't possible. Aaron mumbled into the ass again and flicked his tongue even faster, pushing hard against her hole, sucking, searching for cum. Steven swung again, a welt jumping from his father's toned ass, and a pained moan coming from his mouth. "Thank me." He said coldly.

Aaron pulled out and away just enough to say, "Thank you, Master. Thank you for letting me serve. Thank you for using my ass, my mouth, my tongue... Thank you!" Then he dove back in. Steven felt it was true, he felt the sincerity, the desire, the want, the need. Aaron was a submissive slave, he wanted all this, and he wanted Steven to do it. The rush of power he felt at that moment was almost as good as the orgasm he released into his mother's ass. He swung the cane again, crossing the other two lines; a powerful sound filled the room.

"Now, both of you, clean my cock!" Steven ordered. Aaron pulled away from his wife and helped her stand, then they both dropped to their knees in front of him. They both took one side of his cock and used the tongues to lick from head to balls and back; searching for any mess along the way. Steven moaned again. It felt so amazing, and not just the physical feel of it, but the control and his parents' desperate need for him. He loved being loved. Wanted to be wanted. Needed to be needed. His cock stirred, but two orgasms in ten minutes was difficult to overcome.

They cleaned, taking turns taking him fully in their mouths, sucking hard to take any cum or lube from his cock. He let them continue long after there couldn't possibly be any more mess, before finally stopping them and saying, "Go make me lunch."

They stopped, looked at each other, licked their lips, sighed, and moaned out, "Yes, sir."

Chapter 56

Next, he visited Sandy and Anton, but it wasn't much of a decision for them. While they only lived a handful of miles from Steven and Lana, the chance to live within walking distance, in new larger homes, on a lake was a no-brainer. He again gave them the warning that he needed to get Ericka on board, but they loved and respected him and so agreed.

And so he made his way to Ericka's condo. It wasn't the same one they had when Steven first visited them, that one only had one bedroom and hadn't allowed children. The new one was just as nice, large, and high enough for a beautiful view of the city. He used his own key and made his way up and into the condo.

He found her on the balcony, on the outdoor patio furniture, a glass of white wine in her hand, her eyes far away as she looked pensive over the city. He walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze, "Where's Nate?" He asked calmly.

"Down the hall at the babysitter. I figured our talk might get intense," she let out a small laugh.

"It could," he said in a sultry tone and sat next to her, placed a hand on her smooth thigh, and gently rubbed it. "Are you ready to talk?"

"I think so," he said quietly.

"Let's start with a hypothetical. If you agreed, would you continue to be a dominatrix over my parents and Sandy, or would you want to just be a sub?"

Her eyes went wide, "Oh, I don't know. Nathan made me a switch for convenience and ease and control, but I was never really a dom... Wouldn't it hurt your parents if I didn't..."

"Nobody is that naïve, Ericka. They've seen, they knew, they know, but it didn't... doesn't matter. You're a switch, they know what that is, they know what you are, they know what you want, but they were getting what they wanted, so they didn't mention it."

"Do you want me to be their dom?"

"Yes," he said simply. "Lana is a switch like you, but if you went full slave, that'd be me and Lana taking on five submissives. If you stayed as a dominatrix, then it'd be three caring for four; much more manageable." He paused to let it settle in, "I can still be what Nathan was for you. Treat you as a slave when we're alone, maybe we can even let you join the sub side during orgies; nobody would care if you took a much more public switch role. It'd be up to you how much you want to get out of this."

She moaned a little, her eyes closed, imagining it, before saying, "I 'do' want this, but I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Of losing everything that Nathan and I worked for and not getting anything back."

He grabbed her chin between his pointer finger and thumb, pulled her face towards his, and kissed her gently. "Never. We are family. Everyone has agreed, Nathan set it up, we're ready for you." He went on to explain the compound of houses and she was surprised, she didn't know about it. Not surprisingly, as Nathan would likely have presented it to her as an anniversary present.

"I love you like I loved him. I love Maryanne and Aaron and Sandy. I love Lana and Anton. I want to be part of it. I want Nate to be a part of a family, to be with his half-siblings and cousins. The houses sound great, just what we need. I am surprised that Nathan was planning this. We've been your parents' doms for 12 years and he never gave even a passing comment about moving them in with us. I'm not sure why."

"Would you have wanted them to move in?"

"Yes!" She said quickly.

"It sounds like your only real issue is that you're afraid I'll take the money and kick you out?"

She looked away, likely ashamed that she was questioning him, and said, "Yes."

"What if we got Jenson to draw up a side deal. More money in your trust, signing this condo over to you to rent or sell, signing over one of the houses so you can't be sent away. Stuff like that."

"That would help a lot. If you add more inheritance and a place in Nathan's business for Nate, so he'll be secure... Then I'll agree to be yours. Any way you want me."

"Any way?" Steven asked with a boyish smirk.

"Any and all ways. I'm yours." She said biting her lip and giving her most sultry look. He kissed her again.

"So, you'll be a dom when I need it?"

"Yes," she said, licked her lips, grabbed his head, and kissed him again. "But, you can't ignore my other needs."

Steven laughed, "Never." He rose, took her glass and moved it to the side table, grabbed her hand and pulled her up, hugged her tight, hands roaming her back and ass as he kissed her neck and lips. He then led her back to the Master bedroom, stripped off her jeans and tank top, and then his own clothes before gently setting her on the bed. She wore a light, sheer, lacy, pink bra and panty set, her fell softly in a halo around her head, her eyes held an equal measure of lust and guilt. Guiltily about moving on from Nathan so soon after his death. But, they all knew Nathan loved free love, passion, lust, love, kinks, and experimentation; he wouldn't want Ericka going even a day without pleasure.

He knew she wanted it rough, and he'd get there, but he was going to go slow. He lifted her leg and kissed her foot, then her calf, knee, thigh, hip, belly button, bra-covered breast, collarbone, jaw, ear, and then finally on her lips. She squirmed and shivered at every touch, her breath and heartrate increased, her moans grew, her pussy leaked, her desire rose. He removed her bra and took hold of her breasts, firm, full, and glorious. His fingers lightly caressing the nipples until they were hard enough to pinch and twist; ever so lightly. Ericka moaned quietly. He then grabbed hold of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs.

He leaned back down and took her nipple into his mouth, licking, sucking, and kissing for a long while. Then he moved back down, along her stomach, and then down to her pubic area. He could smell her arousal. He inhaled the musky aroma and licked his lips in anticipation. He kissed very close to her pussy lips, tickling her bare thighs with the tip of his tongue. His lips met her pussy lips.

She clenched her legs around his head, wanting him to kiss her deeply between her legs. He really plunged into it. He sucked one outer lip into his mouth hungrily and then the other before closing his lips over the entire area.

She moaned loudly when his hot lips enveloped her entire cunt and he began to make out with her pussy. He was licking the inner folds of her pussy like mad as his lips deeply kissed hers. His fingertips brushed her bare thighs; he felt her goosebumps. She began to lift her hips up to his face, eager for him to use more pressure and eager to have her clit kissed as well.

Her pussy was hot to his tongue; she was absolutely throbbing with pleasure. Her sticky juices were dribbling down his chin. He spread her cunt lips wide open with his fingertips. He savored the view, glistening pink folds dripping with a mixture of saliva and her sweet juices. He stuck a finger into her hole as deeply as he could, then he slowly closed his mouth around her folds again.

His tongue explored her clit, flicking up and down before starting a firm steady rotation. Her hips pushed her cunt into his face. Her legs clamped around his head tightly. Her groans were loud; very intense moans of pleasure, along with very heavy panting. He kept finger fucking her as well, finding the little bump of her G-spot inside her cunt. He made a motion with his finger to stimulate her inside; causing a wave of her juices to flow around his nose and lips.

She screamed, "Oh, fuck! Oh, Fuck!" Finally, she stopped speaking in verbal words and all he could hear were primitive grunts and heavy breathing. Her pussy began to quiver, contracting, and expanding rapidly. Her cunt tightly gripped around his finger, and her juices flowed across his mouth and nose as he eagerly dove in to get her off completely.

She let out one extremely loud guttural moan, and her orgasm ripped through her body. He sucked her clit, milking her hot cunt. He lapped at her clit and pussy lips as she rocked her hips up and down. He didn't stop until she gently pushed his mouth away from her clit. He moved his attention away from her pussy and lovingly kissed the soft flesh of her thighs as she came down to earth. Her pussy kept contracting involuntarily for a few moments. "Thank you!" she sighed.

"Move to the middle of the bed, on your stomach," Steven said coldly and forcefully.

She moaned and followed his orders, slowly, as she was still reeling from the orgasm. As she lay on her stomach, he admired her ass; smooth, tight, and toned. He couldn't stop his hand from moving over it and lightly rubbing it. He then moved to one of the corners of the bed, where he opened a hidden clasp and the top popped off. Reaching in he pulled out a leather cuff attached to a thick wire. It was a brilliant design, having cuffs always ready, but hidden from prying eyes. He pulled on it, then lightly grabbed hold of Ericka's ankle, gently stroking it before attaching the cuff and tightening it. Then he repeated it with the other three limbs, before tightening the wires and locking them into place.

He then opened the drawer of sex toys under the bed and pulled out many things, not sure how far he was going tonight. He remembered the first time he'd come to Nathan and Ericka's apartment, finding her tied to the bed then as well. He smiled at the memory and grabbed a few specific things before jumping back up on the bed.

He rubbed her back, savoring the smooth skin, delicate muscles, and beautiful feminine lines, before he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Do you remember the first time I visited you and Nathan?"

"Yes, sir."

He placed the ball gag against her mouth, she opened up quickly, and he latched the strap behind her head. He gently petted her hair, then grabbed the noise-canceling headphones, and put them over her ears. She turned her head as much as possible, her eyes catching his, lust and passion on full display, which he then covered with the blindfold. Once most of her senses were dulled, she lay her head on the bed, and whispered a soft, "Please, sir."

He once again rubbed her ass cheek, reveling in the softness, he never got tired of it, then he spanked her. She flinched and then moaned, and he hit again before she calmed down. The loud slap echoed through the room, and he smacked her again before the sound dissipated. He loved the feel of his hand bouncing on her ass, but he knew Ericka liked it harder, so he grabbed the first paddle.

About the size of a ping pong paddle, covered in leather, he swung down. The sound was sharp and crisp, her moan through the gag was intense and loud. He repeated on the other cheek, leaving the same red circular mark, then he hit her a half dozen more times. She shook and shivered and moaned, and when he rubbed her pussy, he found it slick with desire. Her ass was a shiny red hue against the pale skin of her thighs and back.

He then replaced the paddle with a crop. He once again rubbed her ass cheeks, soothing the likely burn, allowing her to relax, and as soon as her felt the taught muscles of her ass settle, he snapped a sharp sting on her upper thigh, and her ass tightened up again. He snapped again on her upper back, leaving a small red welt. Then another on the shoulder and another on the outer arm. Small sharp quick snaps that left a sharp quick pain and a little red mark on the skin. Another half dozen snaps and Ericka's body was writhing, she was moaning, she was shivering, she was leaking from her pussy, and suddenly she had an obvious orgasm.

Her scream, muffled through the gag, was as loud as he'd ever heard. Her whole body shook, pulling tight on the cuffs, trying to force her thighs to rub her pussy. Her fingers crooked as though they could reach her clit. Her breath was heavy and thick, made harder by the gag. Her body was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat even though the A/C was set quite low.

He looked at her body glistening and toned, and then looked at more paddles and toys and whips, thinking of continuing with the pain, but he was as hard as possible and wanted to fuck her. Again, remembering, the first time he'd had her tied up, he grabbed a dildo and the lube. He rubbed his hard cock up and down her pussy lips, and felt her wiggle and try to push back into it.

He felt how turned-on she was as he heard the sound of her cunt accepting his stiff prick. He started with shallow strokes to tease her, but soon was giving her his full length. She was moaning softly as he fucked her.

He put some lubricant in his hand and smeared it over the dildo and placed it on the entrance to her asshole. Then he slowly pushed it into her rectum. Slow at first, as he continued to thrust his own cock quickly into her cunt. Then he started slowly sliding the dildo out of her ass, until just the tip remained inside her, then gradually pushed forward until it was once again buried in her hole to the fullest.

He gradually leaned over her and started driving deeper and harder while also pushing the dildo at a steady, careful rate; it felt like patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time, which the focus of it helped him cumming too quickly. But, it didn't take long before she came with a muffled scream.

She'd cum twice and he was ready to as well, so he took most of the focus off the dildo and increased his pace to the speed he desired; using her. He too was sweating from the excursion, filled with heat and desire. So it didn't take long before he was filling her snatch with loads of his cum while he yelled out in a grunt that he was sure Ericka could hear even through the headphones. He fell back on his ass, dildo still embedded in her ass, and watched as his cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy.

-

Once Steven had all the papers signed, he returned to Jenson, got the inheritance, and then immediately had him give Ericka and Nate what he promised. Once everything was set in motion, it moved at what was likely a fast pace, but felt like a slog to Steven and his family. In the meantime, people put houses up for sale, quit jobs, and moved to the new estate.

It was beautiful, a long drive through manicured lawns and big hedgerows, splitting in the middle to a drive that circled around to the three other houses, while the main house was front and center. It seemed too much to Steven, who'd grown up in a three-bedroom ranch house, but it was his and his family's now. It had 11 bedrooms and 14 bathrooms; he couldn't imagine ever needing that kind of space. The other three houses were much more normal, all built almost exactly the same; four bedrooms 3 and a half baths, big open floor plans on the bottom floor, and finished basements.

With everyone gathered and the children running through the mansion, looking at the pool, and admiring the lake behind the property. Steven showed his parents the big house and said, "You two will be living here."

The statement seemed to floor his mother, "What!? No! Honey, you're the Master, this is yours!"

"Mom," he said not using a slave moniker. "We," he gestured to the rest of them, "All have children. The houses are set up for families. One, I don't want the kids to get a big head. A small, cozy, loving family home is what I always wanted for them. Three families with kids make by far the most sense to use the normal houses. Two, our extra activities... The big house makes the most sense to have the parties and the orgies and the sex rooms, but I can't or won't have my kids displaced when we do so. Leaving it 'grown-up' makes the most sense.

"Three, you two agreed, and I hope you still agree, to be the maids and cooks and nannies. You can stay here, maintain and clean the home, before and after parties. You can cook for us every night, and we'll all come for dinner, a real big family dinner every night."

Maryanne actually moaned at the thought of being his unpaid maid, "Oh, yes, we still agree. But, the 'Master bedroom'..."

"You'll not sleep in the master. It's still mine, I'll entertain there. You can have any of the other rooms."

"Okay," his parents eventually said.

They continued to walk around before he stepped onto a massive balcony that looked back over the pool area, over the three houses, and the lake. He just looked out onto his new world and thought a new chapter was about to start.