Family Masters Ch. 05-08

Chapter 5

Luna woke in one of the guest rooms in The Mansion. Last night, after she gave her partial answer to her parents, and they talked for a long time, they told her that she should probably not go back to her room in her house, as it'd likely be loud. The thought, even in the morning, made her blush. She was wearing a set of satin pajamas that were kept in many, many sizes in every guest room of the house, for what she now knew was for her parents' many orgy guests.

She left the room, a little paranoid about what she might see. Her dad had said people would be serving food naked. She didn't know if that meant during breakfast or not. She tiptoed through the very long hallway like she was a thief in the night. Finally, she reached the dining room door, took a long, deep breath, and pushed it open. The table was full of her family, and they were silent. Her grandparents, Aunt Sandy, Sonya, and Ericka, were the only ones missing.

"Good morning, Luna," Steven said from the head of the table. "Have a seat. It's going to happen soon."

She gulped and moved to her usual seat, the one that would have been next to Sonya. The family meals were very common and very important. Thirteen people often had trouble coming together every night, but they managed to do so most nights. Grandpa and Grandma prepared a large meal every night, one that likely took hours to prepare. For as long as she could remember, it was something that her dad made sure to mention was important, and she'd loved it growing up, like a Christmas dinner every day with laughter and closeness.

The silence continued as everyone looked intently at her, likely waiting for her to freak out, likely when the naked people would enter the room. She coughed, "So, how was everyone's night?"

Sasha gave a hearty laugh, "So good!"

Steven gave her a stern look but then broke into a smirk.

"I also had a good night," Nate said quietly.

Mick and Nick smiled at each other, "Same!" They said together.

Luna understood the concept behind their smirks but had trouble wrapping her head around what they might have actually done. She looked around at all of them again, trying to decide if she should play along or shut it down. But it became moot, as the door that led to the kitchen opened and Grandpa walked in, naked. He held the door open, and Grandma, also nude, pushed a trolley full of food into the room. It's the same way they'd done it her whole life, except for the nudity. Sonya, Sandy, and Ericka followed them in.

It was surreal; half her family were sex slaves, serving the other half naked. And, according to her father, this was going to be the least surprising thing she would see today. The five of them began to unload the trolley, putting a plate of food in front of each person. Sonya walked a plate around the table and moved toward Luna. She looked at her cousin, at the leather collar she wore around her neck, at her shaved pussy, at her beautifully proportioned breast, at her tight ass, at her beautiful face, so similar to Luna's own, and at the look of submissiveness.

She set the plate in front of Luna, keeping her head mostly down, but trying to catch her eyes, trying to gauge if that version of her disgusted Luna. It didn't, it was hot, but it was surprising, maybe a little sad, a little scary; she was seeing a new side of someone that just yesterday, she would have said she knew better than anyone in the world. She wondered if she ever knew her at all. Where had the slave kink come from? "Thank you, Sonya," she nearly whispered, trying not to break a moment that felt solemn.

"You're welcome, ma'am," she said clearly but quietly. Then she backed away and went to retrieve a pitcher of orange juice. She looked at the meal that had been placed in front of her; chocolate chip pancakes, covered in whipped cream, syrup on the side; her favorite meal when she was a child, and still ranked near the top. She wondered if it was a subtle reminder of family and happy times together.

The five naked members of her family then moved back toward the wall, stood back straight, head and eyes down, and arms behind their backs; still as statues, it was weird and very erotic. They moved with a practiced grace, even Sonya, who couldn't have been a sex slave for very long. "Dad?" She got his attention. "When was Sonya told about all this?"

He had his coffee mug most of the way to his mouth, "um, three months or so."

"How do you decide when you'll tell us?" She asked.

He set his cup down. "We don't have a set time. You were all different. We don't do it right when you turn 18. We want you to have a little time as an adult without it over your head. We like to wait until after you've had a relationship or two so you can figure out your own desires, and then it's a matter of finding a time when every member of the family can be together for a long weekend."

"Why a long weekend?" She asked.

"Because, if they say yes, we want to give them a taste of as many aspects of the life as possible so that they can make a more informed decision."

That was interesting. They were going to throw everything at her to see what sticks. It sounded like it'd be intense.

"Ready for the next part?" her dad asked.

She gulped, but said, "I guess."

"Slaves! Under the table," her father ordered, his voice taking on a harsh, strong tone that Luna could feel in her chest. It was subtle, but it felt like a supernatural power. Then the naked people moved, quickly but orderly, moving around the table, then dropping to their knees, then crawling between chairs under the table. Luna felt someone brush past her knees, then there was a long pause, and then her brother, Nick, moaned.

Then Uncle Anton said, "Thank you, Aaron." Luna's eyes went wide. Her grandpa was doing something to Anton? She was pretty sure she knew what, but focusing on it felt weird.

Then her mom squeaked out a sharp, long sound.

Nate squirmed around, his fork shaking, but he was silent, and finally her dad leaned further back, but looked exactly like nothing was happening. She wanted to see who was where and what they were doing, but the thought of looking felt embarrassing, which was a silly position to be in, but that's how she felt.

"Luna, honey?" Her mom asked. "You okay?"

She, with a bit of exasperation, said, "Yeah, fine." She didn't want to be highlighted.

"Honey, you're going to have to get used to that. We're going to keep checking in. Keep reminding you that you can stop any or all of it. We never want you to feel like you're being forced or that you don't have a choice, especially due to family pressure. I know half a dozen people watching you closely for a breakdown can be intimidating, but it's important."

She sighed, her mother was right, "I guess... I understand. Sorry."

"No need to apologize. You can feel however you want."

"Slaves! Switch!" Steven ordered. And then a few moments later, the last three people, Lana, Sasha, and Mick, all made a move as though they were being touched under the table. "Luna?" He grabbed her attention. "Would you like someone to 'switch' to you?"

"What!? I mean... what? You mean... who? I don't..." She stuttered and then thought about it. She loved oral, she didn't mind women doing it, considering four of the five slaves were female, but they were all her family... Her father just stared, waiting for her to process it. She only said she'd watch, but her dad also said they'd be throwing everything at her. Was she not going to do any of it? But she didn't have to jump in on the first activity. "No... Thank you."

"Okay, dear," Steven said and went back to his meal.

They continued to eat and talk, all the while, people were getting pleasured right next to her. Her dad called a switch twice more, and some people had obvious orgasms, but otherwise the meal was 'normal'. Then, after about 10 or 15 minutes, her dad called the slaves up to the table to eat. When her grandma came up, Luna saw that she had a small dollop of cum on her chin. They grabbed their own meals from the trolley and took their normal seats. It seemed normal, except they remained naked, with only leather collars and the fact that they didn't speak unless spoken to. When she asked Sonya the questions you'd ask of a best friend who you hadn't seen in weeks, she'd answer a little clinically and coldly. It was somewhat annoying; she didn't want to lose her friendship over this.

She'd never seen a person eat while naked; it was surreal; something normal mixed with something erotic. She found her eyes looking at Sonya many times, going to her breasts, watching as she ate; turning it sexual just by being young, naked, and hot. She shivered a little, remembering Sonya's confession and the kiss. What would a relationship with her female cousin look like? Was it even possible? Then she looked at her parents, both of whom had been in a relationship for over 25 years with a sibling. Of course, it was possible. It was just that she had to make that choice.

Her hand tentatively went down to Sonya's naked thigh, where she rubbed it a couple of times. Sonya looked at her, and Luna smiled back to reassure her. Then, just as quickly, she removed it, showing love and comfort, but not yet total acceptance. She then looked at her grandma and saw the cum was still there, and nobody was pointing it out. "Grandma. You have some cum on your chin."

Maryanne's eyes went wide, and so did her smile. She reached up, rubbed it with her finger, and then licked it off while keeping her eyes on Luna, sucking her finger as sexily as possible. "Thank you, dear."

The non-slaves ate normally, talking and laughing. While the slaves ate quickly, silently, and with their heads down, seemingly trying to catch up with those that have been eating the whole time. Luna didn't like it. It felt rude. Then he remembered what her dad said about his grandma, 'she wants to do it', 'she loves doing it', 'she's a dirty slut'. "Grandma? Are you happy?" She asked seemingly out of nowhere.

"Oh, my god! Yes! So happy! I'm happy the last one of you kids are in the loop now. No more hiding. Slave-play every day! I've been waiting for years to get back to it!" She moaned and shivered at the thought. Her smile was definitely genuine.

Luna was a little shocked at the enthusiasm. She'd expected some of that, but not full-on joy and contentment. "Okay, thank you," she mumbled.

Suddenly, Sasha spoke up, "Slave Mommy, Slave Sister, do you have to pee?"

"Yes, Mistress," Sandy said.

Sonya gave an embarrassed side look to Luna before saying, "Yes, Mistress."

"Okay, let's go!" Sasha said with a wicked grin.

"Wait, I'll join you." Steven said, "Kat, Rex, and Bunny, we'll go too. Luna," Steven got her attention. "Why don't you come with us? You should experience it."

"What, Dad? Go where?" Luna asked.

"Just follow and ask questions," he said with the confidence that she'd agree.

"Okay," Luna finally said. "Why are you calling them Kat and such?"

"It is their slave or pet names. It shows I'm in charge, that they are pets, and they can be called that in public to know what I want of them."

"Are they like your own personal names for them, or can other people use them?"

"I have no problem with others using them, but most Doms like to give their own nicknames. Pet names can be used to belittle your slaves, but if you just treat them as just another name, they lose their power."

"Oh," Luna said as she followed Sasha and her father out the door, followed by the slaves, then everyone else seemed to get up and follow. She wondered what was going to be so exciting. They went to one of the many closets in the mansion. Sasha opened it, pulled out many leather leashes, handed some to Steven, and then attached them to Sandy's and Sonya's collars. Steven gave one leash to Nate and then attached leashes to his parents. When Nate hooked up Ericka, the three doms tugged at the leashes and headed to one of the doors leading out to the back of the house.

Steven opened the door and pulled his parents outside. It was mid-Autumn and earlier in the morning, so there was a slight bite in the air. Not painful, but would definitely bug naked people after a few minutes. He stepped off the path, into the grass, still wet with dew. After a couple of steps, he stopped and said, "Down!" and her grandparents fell quickly to all fours. Sasha and Nate came up near him and ordered the slaves on their leashes to do the same.

Now, five members of her family were naked, on all fours, on leashes, in the cold morning sun, waiting like obedient dogs, waiting for their master's command. It was weird, surreal, erotic, strange, beautiful, and simply hot. The beautiful slaves pushed out their best features as though in a dog show. Luna could feel her body shiver and her pussy pulse, and she started to get wet. Then Steven gave one loud, clear command, "Pee!"

Luna's eyes went wide... That was weird, but then she looked around the yard, at the dog-like slaves, and wondered what else they'd do... But, still! Sonya was the only one who looked embarrassed, and her eyes caught Luna's, subtly asking for forgiveness. The others, though, just moved away from each other, raised legs or squatted, and just let loose a stream of yellow liquid onto the lawn. "Wh... Why?" Luna found herself quietly asking.

Her father calmly answered, "Control and humiliation. It's one thing to have a slave who will have sex with you or do something that they enjoy. But it's real power to have them so devoted to you that they'll do something scary, weird, even illegal under different circumstances. Few people naturally have a kink to pee in the backyard, few want to do it, few are comfortable doing it, so 'making' them do it gives a Dom power and makes a slave feel small and weak; something they crave."

Luna looked around and noticed there wasn't a neighbor for more than 3/4 of a mile, nobody who'd ever see this, short of a drone overhead, and she subtly checked the sky.

Steven saw her and smiled, "You should have seen our old house's backyard. We did have a little distance from the neighbors, but from a few of their upstairs windows, or if they'd walked to their fences, they would have seen a scene like this. This yard doesn't offer the same fear. We sunbathed topless or nude without fear, but it's close enough for a good master-slave relationship."

"Slave!" Sasha stood over Sonya and slammed her hand down on her naked bottom, "I said pee!"

"Sorry, Mistress. It's hard..." Her voice quivered as she once again looked at Luna, again afraid of being seen in a bad light. But slowly, she too raised her leg, and a stuttering stream escaped from her pussy. She closed her eyes tightly to shut out the embarrassment.

Another slap, "Open your eyes. Watch her watching you!"

"Yes, Mistress," she said and locked her eyes on Luna.

Luna looked around. Everyone else was standing around like it was a performance... Luna realized it was a performance. They didn't 'need' to pee in the backyard; they had likely done it before, but Luna guessed they were doing it now to show her that they did. To show the power or the submissiveness of the act. They and Luna herself didn't know if she fell on either side of the Dom-sub line. It was hot seeing it, but could it also be hot doing it? It 'was' embarrassing, but it could be interesting. She caught herself and shook her head. She didn't want to be naked, walked on a leash, or be made to pee in the backyard! And yet, her heart was racing for 'some' reason.

"Now, clean each other up!" Steven ordered again.

Luna didn't think much of the command until Grandpa Aaron moved behind his wife and began to lick her urine-soaked pussy. Her eyes, which she didn't think could get any wider, nearly popped out of her head. Sandy moved behind Ericka to do the same thing. And Sonya, after giving one last look at Luna and maybe mouthing 'sorry', moved behind her grandmother and started licking. Luna's mind reeled again. She couldn't picture herself doing that, the way she could see herself just peeing.

Once they finished with the croutches, they looked for stray droplets on thighs and calves. They worked quickly and efficiently, finishing one person, then moving on in a chain, until everyone was clean. She really couldn't figure out if she thought it was hot or too weird. She looked at Sonya again, hearing her confession in her mind again, 'I love you'. If, a big 'if', she got together with Sonya, would she be expected to 'walk' her cousin, to make her pee, to make her clean up? Could she be a Dom? Or could she join her!? She closed her eyes tightly to organize her thoughts and the concepts, and the kinks, and her feelings for her cousin. It felt like a long time, but it was likely only a few moments.

"Well, let's go clean up," Steven said, "we'll all take a shower together."

Chapter 6

The Mansion had over a dozen bathrooms with a variety of tubs and showers, large and small, but there was only one that she could think of that could hold a dozen people. When the kids were growing up, there weren't a lot of hard rules, but one of them was that they weren't allowed in The Mansion's basement. Therefore, the first chance that 6 pre-teens got to sneak into the basement, that's what they did. The walk down the stairs seemed to take forever; the two stair lights seemed like too little light; it was exciting and scary. There were several doors at the bottom of the stairs; a laundry room, a small half-bath, a utility room with furnace and water heater, a large storage closet, and one big, dark, and very locked door.

It had a deadbolt and a keypad. They messed with the keypad for a while, randomly trying different codes, but it was pointless, as even if they got it, the deadbolt would still be locked. They nearly gave up the whole excursion when Nick, who was looking around the utility room, yelled out to them. When they all went into the room, he pointed at a small vent in the wall. Looking through, you could see another vent on the other side of the wall, and into the massive and dark room. Nick removed the vent on their side and kicked the one on the other side. Everyone freaked out about that. Now the parents would know they'd been down here.

The hole for the vent was quite small, but maybe the tiny pre-teen girls could fit. Then they could open the door from the other side and fix the vent. They didn't have a choice, so Luna squeezed through a tiny hole. It hurt her shoulder, but then she was through. She didn't understand what she was seeing on the other side; benches, racks, frames, swings, stocks, ropes, cuffs, toys, beds, and so much more. She snuck through the dark room, unlocked and opened the door, turned on the lights, and then they explored a sex dungeon.

And there in that sex dungeon was a shower room, like in a high school gym. It could hold 20 people easily, likely double that if they were close to each other. It seemed it was used for after orgies or to play out locker room fantasies. And that's where Steven led the group. Through the dark door, into the playroom, Steven made a quick, half-hearted attempt to point out equipment and toys, but they didn't stop moving until they reached the locker area outside the shower. Then everyone started to strip.

The slaves, already naked, just removed their collars, so it wasn't that surprising. The other women, not yet naked, her mother and Sasha, she'd seen naked before in the sauna. She did take a moment to admire their figures. Sasha was so tall and thin, with small breasts and long red hair. She was beautiful, less feminine than her mother, Lana, but a strong, hot presence; just standing there naked, Luna could feel her dominant energy.

Her mother had a perfect female body; tight, toned, perfect lines from thighs over her perfect ass and hips, and following over a flat stomach and amazing full C-cup breasts. Her silhouette was amazing. Her hair was silky and smooth, her eyes a piercing, hypnotic blue, her nose and mouth small and delicate.

But it was the men stripping that truly pulled her focus. She'd never seen any of them naked before. All of them were only wearing some form of pajamas, shorts or bottoms and a t-shirt, full flannel pajama, and the like. So they all stripped faster than she could clock, but she just stared. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up. He heart rate increased, her breath became more ragged, her fingers clenched, her pupils dilated to focus on naked skin, a jolt of sexual energy ran up her spine, and her pussy moistened. She'd seen them hundreds of times topless around the pool, but combining that with genitals made their chests simply look different.

The twins' bodies were quite average. Thin, skinny, fit, but with no defined muscle mass, their whole body shaved, with average-looking cocks, 6 or 6 and a half inches, not thin, not thick. Nate had a similar look, a little fuller chest and hips, a little more muscular; biceps, abs, and pecs noticeable from a distance, but not shocking. Cock just a bit larger as well.

What was shocking was her father's and uncle's bodies. Twenty-five years older than the other men, but fit in a way that put them to shame. Her father, at six feet tall, had tight, toned, lean, and well-defined smaller muscles, like a professional swimmer, slim and very strong-looking. But if her father looked strong and hot, then her uncle looked like a Greek god.

Short platinum blonde hair, the same blue eyes as her mother, strong jaw, and a stoic smile, but it was his body; a perfectly sculpted statue. Thick chest, large biceps and thighs, more than six-pack abs, every muscle full and defined, he could be used in an anatomy class to point out muscle groups. Tight ass, thick cock, tall and strong, a powerful aura. Dad had said he was a submissive, though it was hard to picture the largest, most manly person in the room as submissive.

All the while, when they were stripping, they laughed, groped, leered, complimented, and teased each other. Luna just stood stock still next to the lockers, still in her satin pajamas, the only one in the room in any stitch of clothes. Occasionally, one person or another would look at her, but make no mention of her choice. They didn't push, joke, guilt, or mock; they just let her look and decide.

They moved to the shower room, a big open space, one pipe in the exact center with five shower heads on it, and all along the back, a half dozen more, tiled in white marble. It looked simple, like a high school gym, and somehow elegant, like a Greek bath. Luna followed slowly behind at a distance, then leaned against the opening of the room as the rest of the group went and started to turn on the nozzles.

As steam began to rise, twelve beautiful people stepped under the flowing water. It was so hot and erotic, she didn't care that they were family; that was so far from her mind as the water flowed over breasts and butts and cock. Her eyes were glued to it all. She had to fight her hand from moving to her pussy. Last night, she asked herself if she could see herself having sex with her brothers, and now, seeing their cocks rising, she thought the answer was yes. She suddenly had a flash of taking three cocks at once. Then she shook her head. No! That wasn't her...

Her father stood by the wall, under the hot water. He ran his hands through his wet hair and said one word, "Anton."

Uncle Anton looked up at him, grabbed a loufa and some soap, and rushed over to Steven. Anton started to lather Steven's back, running his hands from his shoulders all the way down to his ass. He then put his arms around Steven, caressing his chest.

Luna was watching closely as her uncle soaped up her father. He was running his hands up and down Steven's back. Her dad had a naughty grin on his face. Luna's eyes ran up and down their naked bodies, admiring their firm muscles.

Anton was right up against Steven, massaging his chest. Luna was entranced. The others were pairing off; Lana, Ericka, Sandy, Aaron, and Maryanne were on their knees, performing oral on the rest. Her mom was sucking Mick's cock, that was intense. But, for some reason, Luna couldn't take her eyes off her father and uncle. She imagined being between them. She put her hands on her breast over her pajamas and squeezed a little. Her fingers pinched her nipples. Her eyes were on the two naked men. Anton's hands were on Steven's hips. They had erections. They looked pretty turned on. Anton rubbed Steven's ass. The sight of the two guys covered in soap suds, caressing each other, was almost surreal.

The water from the shower splashed on Anton's ass and ran down his legs. Luna's eyes were transfixed on that tight ass. She moved one hand down her body and slid it into her pajama bottoms. Her finger rested on her clit. She slowly began to circle it. Her other hand unbuttoned a few buttons, and her hand went under her top, onto her bare breast. She was doing it, masturbating in front of her family. A big part of her didn't want to do it, didn't want to succumb to passion, but raw 'need' pushed past her doubt. The hand on her breast squeezed harder.

Anton put his hand on Steven's cock and started stroking it. She pressed hard on her clit, and began rubbing it. Waves of pleasure swept over her. Her knees felt weak. She put her hand on the wall to catch herself. Her passion and desire rose, and for a long moment, she wanted to strip naked, rush into the shower, and take hold of her father's dick. That thought alone made her hornier than anything else going on in the steam. But it felt too soon; too much. She threw herself back into the wall, using her weight to hold back her legs from moving on their own. She stopped touching herself, trying to hold back the heat.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched her mother and her aunt rise from the floor and move toward her father and uncle. Then, since her mother had been sucking Mick's cock, and Sandy had been sucking Nick, now that they left, without prompting, Nick dropped to his knees in front of Mick and took the cock in his hand. That pulled Luna's focus, and suddenly a jolt of sexual pleasure radiated throughout her whole body. A small orgasm from watching her brothers being intimate.

Her eyes darted back to her father, then back to her brothers. Did she have a male-on-male kink!? She'd never considered the possibility. Why would that be her kink? Where'd it come from? She focused harder on her brothers, trying to figure out if it 'was' man-on-man, incest, or just the whole thing. The angle wasn't right to see his mouth on the cock, but as his head started to bob, that thrill built in her chest and pussy again. Oh, god! It felt so weird. She didn't want to admit to herself that she had any kinks, let alone that one.

She looked back at her parents. Anton and Steven had moved and placed their backs against the wall, and Lana and Sandy dropped to their knees in front of them. Aunt Sandy took her twin brother, Steven's cock, in her hand. Her mother did the same with Anton. Luna's face flushed, her nipples got more erect, and she could feel the slickness in her panties. Nate grabbed Ericka's head and roughly held her onto his cock as he obviously came. Sasha and Sonya, being pleased by their grandparents, continuously let out low, intense moans. Sonya's fingers were heavily entangled in her grandmother's hair, holding her and guiding her mouth.

Lana and Sandy began to lather up their legs. They started on the calves and worked their way up their leg. When they got to the top, they lathered up balls. Luna could see Anon's hand continue to rub Steven's chest. Then she saw Lana grab Anton's wrist and guide him down to Steven's dick. As Anton began stroking, she resumed caressing his balls.

Sasha suddenly pushed Maryanne away, moved to a wall showerhead, leaned her back against the wall, arched her back to push out her small tits, and said, "Boys, come clean me!" She made it an order. Luna wasn't entirely sure who exactly she was talking about, likely the twins, maybe Grandpa Aaron, although 'boy' didn't fit for a few reasons, but Nate was supposed to be a Dom, so would he come to her call? It only took a moment for her question to be answered as Nick rose and went to her, then Mick and Nate followed to her naked body. They all put soap into their hands and put them on their cousin. Sasha closed her eyes, moaned deeply, and said, "Good boys!" Luna marveled at Sasha's control, confidence, beauty, and sexual power that entranced the men.

Nate's half-erect cock touched her body, and she smiled at him with lustful anticipation. She gasped again as she felt Nick's hands on her shoulders. Her chest heaved with excitement as she pushed herself a little away from the wall and raised her hands over her head, inviting them to touch her. The men before her rubbed their slippery hands over her stomach, moving along her sides up to her arms. They advanced onto her ass, and she instinctively pushed back against the hands.

Eager hands massaged her ass, and at the same time, the other two worked their way to her breasts. As they simultaneously cupped one each, she threw her head back in pleasure. With closed eyes, she seemed to greatly enjoy the sensation of six hands groping her naked body.

They kept sliding their hands over her body. Luna watched intently and saw all three men fully erect. She and Sasha both panted with the same sexual hunger. The three hard cocks were pointing straight up at Sasha. They all looked ready to fuck.

"I think I'm clean now," Sasha said suddenly, "Now, let's get dirty!" She then grabbed the back of Nate's head and pulled him into her lips, French kissing him deeply. Her other hand landed on the top of Nick's head and pushed him down to his knees. Then Mick's mouth moved to Sasha's tit, and he inhaled her nipple. Luna again took in a sharp intake of breath. This was so hot. The most amazingly erotic thing she could imagine. She could see herself in Sasha's place, feeling three mouths exploring her body. Why not? Why not go in and ask to join? Why not demand to join!?

Sasha's hands found both Nate's and Mick's cocks at the same time, and she began to stroke them. Mick's middle finger slid easily as he moved it along her slit. She moaned as he reached her clit. She moaned again as Nick suddenly ran his tongue over her slit. The guys at her sides leaned in to suck on her inviting nipples.

Sasha enjoyed their mouths for several minutes before pushing them away and moving down onto her hands and knees. She panted heavily. Three men stood around her, all of them ready to fuck her. The guys seemed to communicate silently with nods and gestures to sort out who should go first.

She relaxed her arms and lowered her upper body to rest on her elbows, pushing her ass up high, and waited. Nate was the first to move behind her. He knelt and ran his cock along her wet slit. Teasing her. He inserted the head of his cock. She squealed with gratitude as he slowly inserted his full length in one steady motion. He started out slowly, moving his rigid cock back and forth inside her. Gradually, he increased the intensity, creating a smacking sound as his hips slammed hard against her ass.

Mick moved down to his knees, near her head, and slowly stroked his cock near her face. She smiled at him, grabbed his dick, and pulled him into her mouth. She sucked between the moans caused by Nate's thrusting.

Nate pulled out of her, but it only took seconds for Nick to take his place. Nick began slamming into her. Luna was again transfixed, and she noticed her hand was back on her pussy. She didn't remember moving it there. Her hand moved with furious intensity as she watched her cousin being spit-roasted. Nate then moved to Sasha's front and, like her pussy, replaced Mick. Then Mick moved to the back and replaced Nick, and they continued in that pattern for several minutes.

With Nate slamming into her from behind, she was presented with two hard cocks near her mouth, glistening with her own juices. She licked along their shafts. They reached down and caressed her tits, gently pinching her nipples as she moved her mouth between them.

Nate's pace picked up even more, jerking forceful strokes. And then he came with a roar that echoed within the shower room. Mick then moved from her mouth and took Nate's place and slammed into her cum dripping cunt. "My ass!" She yelled back at Mick, "Finger my ass, too."

He covered his fingers with spit and slowly and gently inserted one. She groaned as he added another. She began rocking back and forth. Mick skillfully continued to thrust and delicately played with her ass.

"Oh fuck!" She cried out. She bounced back and gyrated her hips. "Oh fuck!" she reiterated, her voice now emphasizing the intense pleasure. She took Nick back into her mouth and used her hand to stroke Nate. It seemed like she had a lot of trouble keeping everything moving at once. And the more Mick moved, the more Sasha shook, and the harder it was to concentrate on the cocks in her mouth and hand. Then suddenly, and accompanied by a massive scream, her body started rocking uncontrollably. She came hard. And somewhere during that long, loud orgasm, Mick seemed to have also cum, very subtly.

And Luna, seeing Sasha scream and shake, with her own hand grinding harder onto her clit, and the view of her brothers and cousin pushed her over the edge, and she fell back into the wall, cumming hard, but trying to be silent.

Mick pulled out and moved away, and Nick noticed and moved back to fuck her too. As he knelt and lined up, Sasha yelled, "No! Not you! Use your tongue!"

Nick looked surprised and a little angry, but finally said, "Yes, Mistress," and he leaned down and started to lick her pussy and the dripping cum.

Both Luna's and Sasha's orgasms seemed to last forever. She knew the room faded away for a bit, and when she opened her eyes again and looked back into the shower room, most of the people were looking back at her. Her face went bright red. She pushed herself away from the wall, smoothed her pajamas, tried to speak, "I, uh, I'm..." then she rushed away.

She heard her father call her name. Not mean or forceful, but not comforting either. She ignored him and fled the basement.

Chapter 7

She rushed to her home, the smaller one, rushed up the stairs, to her room, and threw herself onto the bed. She didn't know why she fled. Embarrassment, yes. But she knew she didn't have anything to be overly embarrassed about. Her brother had licked his twin's cum from her cousin's pussy. Her father got a handjob from her uncle. Her mother and aunt gave their siblings blowjobs. Getting an orgasm in that environment wasn't a cause for fear, but she still wanted to hide. She didn't understand why.

A few tears fell as she hugged an old stuffed animal. She had to figure out what she wanted and who she was, or she'd lose her family and herself. There was no denying it was an amazing, sexy, erotic, and powerful scene in the shower. There was no denying she enjoyed watching it. There was no denying that she fantasized about more. No denying she had an amazing orgasm. But...

She didn't know what the but was, didn't have anything in the 'con' column. But she still didn't stand up and go back. Something was holding her back. It was more than just 'incest is weird'. She searched her feelings and couldn't figure out what 'it' was. She nearly screamed in frustration, but was stopped by a knock at the door. She didn't want to talk to them, but then Sonya's voice came through, "Luna?" Another knock, "Can I come in?" Her voice was a submissive whisper.

A big part of her didn't want to answer, but another part of her, the part that made a childhood promise to her best friend that they'd never shut each other out, said, "Of course." And the door opened a moment later.

Sonya walked in naked, collar once again in place. Luna got a little annoyed that she'd stopped to put it on rather than rushing after her. She slowly shuffled into the room and sat her naked butt on Luna's bed. Again, for reasons Luna couldn't explain, she got a little annoyed at that, too. "Do you want some clothes?"

"Do 'you' want me to get dressed?" Sonya asked demurely.

Luna's nose bunched up. She could tell what Sonya was doing. She wanted to be ordered around. She wanted Luna to order her around. "Are you even able to stop doing that?" Luna asked snidely.

"Do what?" Sonya asked with a look of genuine confusion.

"Stop being a sex slave long enough to have a real talk with your best friend," she said with a bit of a bite in her words.

Sonya looked away, hurt evident on her face. "Do you have any sex kinks, Luna?" She asked seemingly out of nowhere.

Luna's first instinct was to say no, but then she thought about her arousal at seeing two men together in the shower. She didn't know if it was a fleshed-out kink, but it wasn't nothing either, and it was the true answer to Sonya's question. So, after a few seconds of stubborn delay, she explained what happened in the basement.

"Nice!" She said with a smile. Happy with the admission. Ready to embrace any thread to lead her to Sonya's bed. "And, do you know why you got excited about that?"

"No!" Luna answered quickly with frustration.

"Exactly!" Sonya laughed. "I love this," she gestured to her nudity and the collar. "But, I can't explain it! I hated being told to clean my room as a kid, but I could get an orgasm now if Master Steven or Mistress Sasha ordered me to. I don't understand it, but I don't want to stop it." She wrung her hands together before finishing, "But, I'm not a mindless robot. If you, as my cousin or best friend or my mistress, want me to get dressed, I will. But, if you don't care, then I don't want to!" Her voice had more force than Luna had heard from her in a while.

"Fine!" Luna threw her hands up, "Stay naked! I don't care!" She got angry at the absurdity for a solid minute. Then she looked at her cousin, really looked, looked at the silent happiness that she had from being a sex slave. At the comfort, she had in being naked. At the shiver when she touched the leather collar. Sonya was happy with this kink, in this family. She couldn't take that away from her. "I'm sorry," Luna said quietly.

"Me too," Sonya whispered back. "I like it, but... I like you more. I'd give it up for you." Her eyes looked hopeful. She wanted Luna to confess her love.

Luna made sure to mask her face, but inside, she was all over the place. That was a lot of pressure. Even if she could see herself in some kind of relationship with Sonya, then she'd also have to dictate how much she'd be a sex slave, dictate her kinks, and take or give all her purpose. That didn't seem fair to Luna. "Why are you here, Sonya?" Luna asked with more bite.

"What!? I'm your friend, you were upset... I came to see if you were okay."

"I get that, but... Did you come on your own, or did one of your Doms command you to?"

Sonya subconsciously reached up and touched the collar, and her embarrassed eyes looked away. "I mean, Master Steven... He, suggested..."

"Exactly! How can I respect this 'arrangement' if it turns you into... Someone I don't recognize."

"Because it's who I am!" She yelled and jumped up. Then she looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry..." She paced across the room a few times, then returned to the bed and tentatively sat right up next to Luna. She didn't stop her as Sonya gave her a hug, and Luna returned it. They'd fought hundreds of times, and always made it to the other side. They just had to be calm and start from the beginning. She started to whisper, "When I started dating Derek in High School, we had this same fight. You said I was changing too much, that I didn't have time for you..."

"That's not the same thing!" Luna argued. "I was a teen, and it was a few dates that cut into our movie night. This is your whole life, your personality, your freedom; it's not the same."

Sonya grimaced, "Fine. It's not the same thing..."

Luna cut her off, "I get it. I really do. This weekend isn't indicative of your whole life, of what our relationship will look like. I haven't decided where I fit, and I'm lashing out because I'm scared. You're defensive because you're scared. You don't know where you fit in my life, and I don't think you even know where you fit in your own life. You want answers to things I can't bring myself to think about yet. You want me to... be with you, but I have to work through everything else before I get to you. I'm sorry, but you're not being fair to me, and you only checking on me if allowed... It pisses me off!"

Sonya started to cry. Real, heavy, sobbing tears. "I'm sorry!" She wailed. "I love the sex slave stuff! I don't want to give it up!" Her statements were yelled between sobs. "I'm not trying to cut you off! I just... Don't know how to do both!" She covered her eyes with her hands, "What do you want from me?!"

The question hit Luna hard. She was being selfish. It had been all about her. The weekend was supposed to be about her, but still. Sonya was having a hard time, too. It wasn't fair to put her own comfort over Sonya's. "I don't know," she finally answered the question. "But, you've been through this. You know it's hard. I don't know your journey, but I know you. It hasn't even been 24 hours. Am I not entitled to a freak-out or two?"

"You're right. I'm sorry." Sonya hugged her, naked breasts pressed into Luna's shirt, and her breath caught. "I did freak out, too. Far worse than you. But, I didn't have my best friend to fall back on, to talk to... I'm here for you. We can talk this out..."

And they did. They talked for hours. Sonya, while naked, sat there in total confidence, and they talked through every issue, every fear, every desire. It helped a lot. She saw through most of her fears, but it didn't change the fact that she still wasn't sure about joining, but it got her past the impulse to hide in her room and at least keep watching. And she did start looking at Sonya's naked body and seeing... possibilities. They talked past when lunch would be, and although Luna felt she could talk for hours more, hunger got her to start moving.

They entered The Mansion, found sandwiches on the dining table, and soup being kept warm in the kitchen. Then they moved further into the house, into the main living room, where the family meeting had been yesterday, and there she found her family, talking and laughing. The slaves were now dressed, although they still wore collars. Her freak-out likely scared them. "Hi, sweetie," her mom said from the couch, "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Sonya helped," she gave her cousin a smirk, who now looked small and embarrassed, the only naked person in the room.

"There is more planned," her father said. "Do you want to stop, or see more?" He was calm and comforting.

Luna took a deep breath to steady herself. "I'll keep going."

"Okay. Just keep us in the loop. You don't have to flee if you're uncomfortable. We'll stop at any point during any activity."

Luna stared back, "No, that's not fair. It wasn't what you were doing... It was that I was... overwhelmed. Stopping it in the middle... I don't think it would have changed anything."

Her father gave a sympathetic look, "I think you'd be surprised. Giving you the power to stop it all, at any time... It will give a sense of comfort and control. Not just over the situation and the sex, but over your life."

"Oh," Luna said, not thinking of that. "Thank you... I'll try... If it happens again."

"Good," he said with a fatherly smile, "Let's go eat and then move on to the next activity."

They went and ate soup and sandwiches, mostly quiet, or at least no talking about the elephant in the room. Then, after the meal, they headed back toward the basement. "Luna, come here," Steven said and held out his hand. She looked at him suspiciously for a moment, like there was an alternative motive behind it, something she wouldn't have done even yesterday morning. Finally, she took it and he led her, hand in hand, down the stairs, back to the dark door. He brought her to the keypad, "This is the code," he said, typing it in. "You're always welcome to use the room. It's yours as much as anyone else's."

"Thanks, Dad," she said as she took another deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew what was on the other side of the door and knew what her dad's next activity was.

He opened the door and gently led her inside. Knowing that they would be using the equipment soon made it look so much more intimidating than when they rushed through earlier. Still holding her hand, in a way that was somehow more intimate than a father-daughter hold, but she couldn't explain how. He began to give her a more in-depth tour, explaining how machines worked, showing off how cuffs, clamps, whips, paddles, and rope were used and enjoyed, showing off fantasy suites within the basement, themed bedrooms, saunas, and small stages. During the tour, everyone else moved deeper into the basement, to where Luna thought might be a locker or dressing room.

Finally, her dad turned to her, sat her down on a normal-looking bench, knelt in front of her to look into her eyes, grabbed her hands, and said, "Seriously, baby, I need you to let me know if you get overwhelmed. Even if you don't participate on either side, it can get intense. You should know the safe words: 'yellow' for slow down or hit softer, giving a few seconds to recover, 'orange' means stop and you can talk through their issue, and 'red' means stop immediately and don't talk about it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said, a little scared.

"We're going to demonstrate several things in quick succession, so we won't do full sessions. We'll check in with you, offer for you to be the Dom, or if you feel comfortable and want, you can try being the sub. We'll try not to pressure, but it can get intense and may come off as... Harsh. Okay?"

"Okay," she gulped.

"Any questions or fears?" He smirked.

"Yes!" She said with part sarcasm because, of course, she had fears and questions, and part sincerity, hoping for her daddy to protect her. "But, I don't think your answers will help with those fears," she gave a half-laugh.

"Okay. Wait here, we'll all be right out," he said and kissed the top of her head. Then he headed to where the others went.

She sat and fidgeted for a few minutes until they all returned to the large main room. Six people, in skimpy lingerie, wearing collars and led by leather leashes held by six people in a variety of outfits. Maryanne, Ericka, and Sandy were dressed similarly. Stockings, garter belt, lacy bra, and panties. The colors were different: Sandy in red, Ericka in yellow, and Maryanne in green. It was sexy and seemed to instill boldness into their movements.

Sonya wore a sheer, white, babydoll lingerie set and g-string panties, small and innocent, her nipples poked against the thin material. Then, there was Grandpa Aaron and her brother Nick, both wearing leather short-shorts and nothing else.

Her dad, holding Ericka's leash, wore an expensive black suit, black tie, black shirt, and gleaming black shoes. He looked like a powerhouse of control and dominance. The leader, the master, the god of his harem and the house. He didn't seem anything like the man who had left her side just a few minutes ago.

Next to Steven was her mother, holding Nick's leash. Somehow, the fact that it was his mother made it more intense and sexy. She wore a short, tight black dress that showed off a lot of cleavages. Her hair was up high and tight, also giving her a powerful look.

Sasha held Grandpa Aaron, wearing high leather boots, leather panties, a short leather skirt, and a leather halter top. She looked like a classic dominatrix, and her harsh, tight face made her look scary. Next to her, Nate led Maryanne. He wore a suit very similar to Steven's, but he didn't have the same presence that their father had. He looked nice and strong, but also like he was a pale imitation of Steven.

Anton wore tight leather pants and an open leather vest that showed his tight abs and the edges of his pecs. He held Aunt Sandy's leash, and Luna, knowing that Anton was a submissive, she could see it now in the way he held a few steps back from the rest, the way his head and eyes were a little lower, the way his shoulders hunched. It was so subtle unless you were looking for it, but everybody holding a leash had a different level of dominance, control, and power. Luna could see and feel their energy.

Then, finally, Mick walked Sonya forward. He wore nice black pants, but his shirt was salmon or pink, a different vibe from their father. He said he wasn't a dom or sub, he was just going with the flow, and Luna could also see it. He was free of expectations; he didn't need to prove his power to the rest of them, and so it didn't push him down or away. Simple and direct, like he couldn't be put in any labeled box.

The Doms were in front, leading the rest. It was an amazing, weird, and beautiful scene. A thrill ran through her body, and she had to concentrate to avoid shivering. Her father brought Ericka over to her, put his hand out, which Luna took, then he helped her up, and then laid Ericka face down on the bench that Luna had been sitting on. Nobody said anything as he quickly pulled leather cuffs from his pockets and locked Ericka down. Quick with practiced skill, Ericka was soon immobile, her yellow thong framing her soft, tight ass that was facing straight up at them. Luna stayed a few steps back but watched her father's actions and Ericka's body intently.

All around her, the other subs were being locked into various pieces of equipment. Sandy was hung by her wrists to the ceiling, feet a few inches off the ground. Maryanne was placed in a square frame, open in front and back, wrists and ankles locked into the four corners. Aaron was locked in a thing on the floor that kept him on all fours, legs slightly apart, asshole on full display for use. Sonya was placed in the stocks, forced to stand bent over and locked in; neck and wrists. Finally, Nick was laid down on a bed-like thing, and wrists and ankles were spread-eagled to the four corners.

Then the six doms went to the wall, to the trunks, and drawers, and gathered paddles, whips, canes, clamps, and more. Then they walked back toward Luna, quiet and confident. And Steven said, "Let's begin."

Chapter 8

The silence was intense and unnerving, but Luna abided by it too, not talking, hardly breathing as the Doms returned to the slaves they'd walked in with. She basically stood in the center of six sexy pairs but mostly focused on her father. Steven walked up to Ericka and, without warning, slammed his hand down on her thong-framed, bare ass cheek. The sound echoed throughout the room, and Ericka moaned out, breaking the silence. Luna's eyes shot to Ericka's ass, watching as a red handprint formed on the smooth, pale surface. Then he did it again, another moan, and this time Ericka said, "Thank you, Master." Then another slap. Ericka's ass was already covered in red marks.

Then she heard other pairs spanking. There were moans from all around her, small 'thank you' remarks and slapping sounds. It was getting intense fast. "Stop!" She said loudly, but not yelling or panicked. And they did, all of them, some in mid-swing, just stopped and took a step back. It was eerie, but the feel of power did shoot through her body.

"Honey?" Her father asked calmly.

Luna took several deep breaths, but then said, "Sorry. I just... Needed to know that you all would... actually stop." Then she took several more deep breaths.

"I understand," Steven said calmly. "Just breathe." Luna took more breaths; she was calm, but it felt good.

Finally, she stood up tall, back straight, and said in as strong a voice as she could muster, "Continue." And instantly they did, several slaps against soft flesh rang out through the room in a single chorus. That same sound seemed to pulse through her body; it felt amazing. Surprisingly, she didn't know if the pleasurable feeling was from commanding or the thought of being in the sub's position. As every new smack came down, she felt a spark of it, and her arousal rose.

"Luna?" Her father said, trying to catch her attention. He held a smaller square paddle in his hand, lightly held up to her, "Would you like to try?"

Luna's eyes went wide, "I..." She stopped talking and let herself think about it. Being active with another person was a big step up. At least he was asking the volunteer to be Ericka, the only person in the house she didn't share blood with; that thought helped a lot. "Yes," she finally said simply and calmly, raising her hand to take the paddle.

She took the paddle and stepped forward, and her father got behind her, "You're lucky. Of all these sluts, Ericka enjoys the pain the most. The harder you hit, the more she'll get off. You'll be very unlikely to hurt her, but I'll be here to stop you if you go too far, and Ericka will use her safe words."

He got up right behind her, his crotch pressing into her back, his mouth moving close to her, his breath tingling the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. He guided her hand like he was showing her how to toss a bowling ball, "It's not rocket science. Paddle on the butt. Be careful not to hit the lower back or thighs; there are much better tools for that." Then he took a step back.

"Ericka? Are you okay with me... doing it?"

"God, yes! Please!" She moaned. It surprised and excited Luna.

Luna looked down on the bright red ass, licked her lips, stared at the perfect mound that was her backside, and then she raised the paddle and slammed it down. The sound and feel of it were amazing. That heat rushed through her body again. Ericka screamed in pleasure. Luna swung down again. Another moan, another flush of joy, another spank; again and again, 7, 8 times. Ericka didn't squirm, but her voice rose higher in pleasure, and then suddenly she came in a loud, long scream, and the thin material over her pussy soaked through. Luna bit her lip as she too felt her pussy pulse again and again, walking the edge of an orgasm. The pleasure shook her body, making it hard to hold the paddle high.

She wasn't getting the quick burst of pleasure that Ericka was; instead, it was a slow, steady, subtle hike up the hill. Small pulses of sexual energy jolted her pussy and radiated out to the tip of her fingers and toes with every breath. She needed more of that feeling, so she raised the paddle and slammed down again and again, and then on the third one, an orgasm escaped her body, and the moan escaped her mouth. Her legs shook, and she had trouble holding herself and the paddle up. "God!" She said to no one and everyone at once. Her father had a huge smile on his face.

He then handed her a leather crop. A long, thin piece of solid leather with a flapping piece of leather at the end. "This one can be used on the rest of the body; sharp, but careful snaps on the skin. Start with the thigh," he said it as an order. Luna wondered if he meant to. "Try it."

Luna tapped it on her palm, feeling the texture and weight. Then she smacked it down on the thigh. She didn't get it right, too much of the shaft, not enough of the tip, but Ericka didn't seem to mind. The same sound escaped her lips as before, "Thank you, Mistress!" She yelled out.

Luna absorbed the word, tasting it on her tongue, in her gut, and her pussy. 'Mistress'? Was she a mistress, a dom? She didn't know, so she smacked down again, still not getting it perfect, but she wanted to understand which part was giving her an orgasm. A third smack and more pleasure from both her and Ericka. She 'was' enjoying it.

"Please, Mistress! More!" Ericka almost yelled. It shocked Luna; she was getting so much more than Luna could understand. "Do it!" She screamed, and Luna acquiesced and flicked her shoulder; this time, a tiny red mark appeared almost instantly. Luna smacked again and realized it wasn't the hitting that was doing it for her; it was Ericka's pleasure. It was her moans of pleasure that were rolling through Luna's body; the hits were just the medium to get her there. And Ericka was filled with pleasure, driving Luna further into the depths of her orgasms.

She was so focused on the woman in front of her that the rest of the pairs faded away, which she didn't think was the plan. She looked around and listened. Sonya was the next loudest; the stocks forced her face away from everyone else, but her moans and screams were intense. Mick's technique was simple, a medium-powered smack slower than other pairs, but each one caused a shiver from Sonya.

Anton used a cat-o'-nine tail across Sandy's back, butt, and thighs. Red marks appearing from shoulders to knees. She looked at Sasha, who was putting on a strap-on dildo over her panties. Luna's eyes went wide at the dildo and then at her grandfather's position with his ass up high, imagining the next step there. She turned away from that quickly, not sure she wanted to see it. Her mother was kneeling on the bed, obviously giving Nick a blowjob; she wasn't sure she wanted to see that either. Nate, like her, was using a crop on their grandmother, dozens of tiny welts spattered across her front and back. She had tears falling from her eyes, but her smile and moans were a real pleasure.

This was so much again; she could feel her heart rate increasing again. She closed her eyes tightly and took a second. Why was it bothering her? She just got orgasms from her own actions, so why was this overwhelming her? She didn't know for certain, but she suspected it was mostly because it was family. But, it was also because of bondage and paddles, and a group of beautiful people all moaning in orgasm at the same time. Before this weekend, the most people in the room when she had sex were the two other people in a threesome, so 13 people were intense. Orgies were apparently intense.

"Luna?" Her father tried to grab her attention again. She looked over at him. "Do you want to try the other side?"

Just as she was getting her heart rate and breathing under control, suddenly they picked up again. Did she!? On the one hand, she wanted to know what was giving Ericka so much pleasure. She knew that during sex, she enjoyed a few spanks, but that was an 'enhancement' to the pleasure. Ericka was getting earth-shattering orgasms from pain and bondage alone. Was she ready to test that? She was almost more afraid that she'd like it than anything else. Did she want to be someone who liked that? To open that door meant so much more than just this moment; it would be a new lifestyle...

And, it was more than just 'doing' it. It was doing it in a full room. It was getting mostly undressed in front of the family. It was her father who would hold the paddle. Those were not minor steps into experiencing BDSM; this felt like jumping in headfirst. There were a dozen reasons not to do it. So, then, why didn't she just shout out 'no'? Why was she going back and forth? Why was her pussy starting to leak again? Again, she had to close her eyes against the world, but this time it was to control her arousal.

She opened her eyes again, and instead of answering, she returned her gaze to the pairs again. She wanted to see them enjoying bondage and submissiveness, wanted to 'see' herself in them. She first moved to the most dramatic pair. Sasha was plowing away into Grandpa Aaron's ass, rough and fast. There was a violent intensity, and yet Aaron was moaning and begging harder than anyone else. He was completely immobile but seemed to want to push back into Sasha's cock. "God! Yes, Mistress! Fuck my ass! Thank you! Thank you!" He repeated it over and over again. Luna took in a sharp intake of breath. It was a hard, dominant fuck, and her grandfather was loving it.

Sasha yelled down at him, "Take it, cuck! Take my cock, you little bitch!" Then she slapped his ass.

"Thank you, Mistress! Harder! Please!" Aaron begged. He actually wanted to be used and abused. Enjoyed every moment of it.

Luna felt the heat rise in her face and her loins. It was so weird, and yet, so hot. Why was she into this? She had to peel her eyes away from the scene, moving to her mother as she continued to suck Nick's cock. He pulled hard on the bonds at his limbs and whispered, "Yes, Mommy! Please!" Mommy!? Where had that come from? Weird, but... Sexy?

She looked at Nate, who had a handful of Maryanne's hair, pulling her head back and giving her a deep kiss while his other hand roughly played with her breast and twisted her nipple. She then looked at Anton, who was also kissing his partner, but much more gently and lovingly, his hand slowly and carefully roaming her body. Then, finally, she looked at Sonya and Mick. Mick was in front of her, the action blocked by the rack, but the frantic movement of his hips could only mean one thing. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and his smile was a mile wide.

Then, after taking everything in, she turned back to her father, who had waited patiently and silently, waiting for Luna's brain to catch up with his question. There was no doubt that the subs were all enjoying their positions, that they were getting great pleasure from bondage. Then she said more to herself than to her father, "Yes... I'll try." She dropped her eyes in embarrassment.

When she looked back up, he had a look that was hard to interpret. Happiness, lust, power, understanding, love; it was hard to tell, as she'd never seen him in that light before. Her father held out his hand to her, letting her take that final step. She took another beat, her stomach was in knots, her heart hadn't slowed down for a long while, but she was so horny, so she placed her hand in her father's.

He pulled her gently forward toward a bench like the one Ericka was cuffed to. "Would you like to remove the pajamas?" Steven asked gently.

More questions!? She didn't know, she didn't want to think about it, she just wanted him to take control... Instead of answering, she reached up and started to unbutton the top. Once it was open, she pulled it off, then leaned over and dropped the bottoms. Now she stood in front of her father in bra and panties. They weren't as nice as the lingerie the others wore. She and her family were wealthy, so they were high quality, and on her tight, young body, they still looked great. Simple pink cotton that covered a lot more of her ass than Ericka's thong, and she wondered if that would affect the pain or pleasure of a paddle.

Her father just stared at her; it was a look she'd never seen or imagined from him, but it excited her. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. She didn't think any of her swimsuits covered more than the underwear, and she'd occasionally sunbathe topless at the pool, which he'd seen. But, somehow, bra and panties in the sex room made it hit differently. He led her next to the bench and said, "Lie down on your stomach."

She gulped and said, "Okay, Daddy." She winced a little at saying daddy, but it also felt right.

She lay herself on the bench when her father said, "Okay, I'm only going to use hand and paddle; no crop, no cane, no whips. I won't go under your bra or panties. But, I will touch on top of the material and in other intimate areas. Remember the safe words. Yellow, and we'll slow down so you can calm down. Orange and I'll release you, and we'll end the session. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said, the name coming easier. He then grabbed her arm and attached a thick leather cuff to it, latching it tight. After it was in place and he was moving to the other wrist, she tested her movement; she had about six inches. He only attached the wrist, nothing on the legs or body like the other subs, likely to not overwhelm her.

Then he moved back to her head. "I'm going to blindfold you and use these headphones to cut off your hearing."

"What!? Why!?"

"Breathe," he said and placed a hand on her upper back. "This will enhance what you 'feel', you will focus on the pain and pleasure more when that's all you know. It will be more impactful when you can't see it coming, or from who it's coming from. It will help you forget it's me doing it."

She had to take several more breaths before saying, "Okay. I trust you." She said it with conviction and love. Then her vision went black as the blindfold was put in place. Then, a few moments later, large headphones went over her ears, and she could hear classical music and nothing else in the room. Then, she was waiting in silence and darkness, and time seemed to stretch on. It felt like she waited for a long time, with nobody touching her, with no spanking, her mind just drifting.

Then, suddenly, the lightest tickle on her upper arm. The light touch moved down the inside of her arm toward her hand. Then, as she was getting used to that, suddenly another touch near her right ankle, then another on her lower back, and yet another on the back of her knee. She almost panicked; more than one person was touching her, not just her father, but other members of her family. She wanted to yell yellow; this wasn't what she agreed to, and yet, it felt, not exactly pleasurable, stimulating. She relaxed into the sensations.

It felt like single fingers were caressing along her body, on the edge of a tickle, slow circles and long drags, gentle and simple, but with her senses dulled, it was like nothing she'd felt before. It was slow, sensual, and lasted a long time, but likely not as long as it felt with sensory deprivation.

And then, a hand slammed down on her ass. She jumped and screamed, and not the pleasurable screams the others had, but a surprised, painful scream. Then came a second smack, less surprising this time, less painful. She tightened up her cheeks and prepared for another smack, but after 30 seconds, it still hadn't come. She relaxed, and suddenly she got another spank. She cried out in annoyance.

So far, she didn't understand Ericka's reaction. It just stung and tingled; the soft fingers were much more enjoyable. Then a hand was on her ass, over the panties, but firm; it stung for a second, and then the hand began to massage her butt, soothing the sting. She moaned, but caught herself, embarrassed.

She then noticed the feeling was changing. Most massages were nice, and someone touching her ass was usually pleasurable, but the underlying sting wasn't just painful anymore; it was co-mingling with the pleasure, it was moving through her body, it was stimulating her pussy, it was heightening her desire. Her body shivered, and then someone spanked her again. A new sting. Another smack, then massage, then three smacks, then touching; no pattern, just pleasure and pain mixed.

Somewhere along the way, she stopped holding back, moans and screams and exclamations of pain and surprise escaped her mouth in equal measure. "Oh, Daddy!" She moaned, not even a little concerned with how it sounded. "Harder! Spank me!" Her own words surprised her. It was getting good, but harder!?

There was a long pause, and then a hard, fast hit with a paddle. The pain doubled up; it hurt again. "Ow!" She yelled, and a tear leaked from her eye. It was much more intense than the hand, and she was thankful her panties covered most of her ass; she thought bare skin would be worse. Another hit, more pain, another scream; all pain, no pleasure leaking through. She thought over and over about stopping it, to use the safe word, but what if it got better? The paddle came down again, and then again, and then a third time in quick succession. More pain, more intensity, less pleasurable, but she didn't stop it, couldn't stop it. It hurt, and she wanted more smacks. "More!" She begged, "Please." Two more quick spanks, and she moaned. It still wasn't pleasure, but the sting, the tingle, the pain, was... needed? Why!? Why did she want more smacks, more pain? "Again!" Another spank. Whoever was using the paddle was following her lead.

They kicked it up a notch. A nice, sharp smack that stung really good. Her ass wiggled, she moaned, and another really sharp blow stung hard; she let out a loud yelp. They smacked again sharply. She felt the pain even between blows, not just during them. They kept spanking harder and harder. It was really hurting.

But, she didn't stop it. She thought about why. She was a student athlete, a swimmer on her college team, and she thought of practice, of pushing herself to her limit, of the pain of muscles breaking down and building her back up stronger. That was what this pain reminded her of. Of something breaking down and somehow coming out stronger on the other side.

Smack, smack, smack! Her ass was likely bright red; she felt every inch of it. Her pussy was wet, her desire like a fire. He kept on going at the same pace for a while. It really hurt, but she wanted to go all the way and do this right. She grit her teeth.

Her pussy felt as hot as her ass. She was so fucking turned on. The pain part was more than she had bargained for; it felt fiery on her ass. Her ass was burning up, but she willed herself to take it to her limit. She didn't know what her limit was yet, but she was determined to find out. She screamed in pain when he spanked her even harder. Finally it was too much, and she shouted, "Stop!" Forgetting the safe word, but the paddle stopped nonetheless. The burn really sank in. She struggled in her bondage. It felt so hot being unable to escape.

Her whole body was sweating, her heart was going a mile a minute, her ass was on fire, her pussy was soaked with desire, her muscles were tight with need, and her mind was reeling, trying to figure out why this felt... not pleasurable, not good, but she felt contentment. Felt like she was safe. It was so backwards.

She thought about continuing, despite the pain, but she didn't think she'd get any closer to orgasm than right now, at least without pussy stimulation. She even considered for a long moment to ask for just that, until she pictured her father as the one who'd do it. "I think... That's enough." She said through deep breaths.

Quickly after her pronouncement, the headphones were carefully removed from her ears, and the sound of the basement rushed back into her head. And then the blindfold, and she blinked a few times against the light, and the first thing she saw was her father's smiling face, "Welcome back," he joked. "How are you doing?"

"It stings," she whispered, "And it's intense... But, I think I'm okay."

"Good," he said as he reached down and uncuffed one of her wrists. Once it was off, she tested her movement. Then the other cuff came off, and her father was helping her stand. She had a hard time standing up; her legs were surprisingly weak. She subconsciously sat on the bench and immediately jumped back up; the pain in her ass redoubled when she put pressure on it. Her father laughed. She rubbed her own ass, the massage stinging and pleasurable at the same time.

Her dad pulled her into a gentle fatherly hug, then addressed the room, "That's enough for today." Everyone perked up at his words, like a proclamation. "Luna has seen and done a lot. You need to process," he said to her. "There will be no more sex, or nudity, or surprises tonight." He stepped away from her. "We'll just be a normal-ish family tonight. We'll even let you pick the activity!" He said excitedly.