“I can’t believe I lost the key!”

“You, you what?” Alan stood naked in his daughter’s room, his hands behind his back, his head lowered. Today was one of the two days a month that his daughter and mistress would unlock his cuck cage and allow him orgasmic relief.

“I took the chain off to go shopping with Hannah before I left. I didn’t want her asking questions when we were in there trying on stuff. So I took it off and I put it in the… Oh, fuck me! It’s in the car.”

Alan’s fit body relaxed. He closed his eyes and let his breath out in one big finally. He had grown to love his metal confinement. Mostly, he had grown to love these moments where she made him wait, and wait, and then let him release. These few orgasms he was receiving lately had become so epic that he nearly passed out. To imagine not being able to-

“Go out and get it for me. It’s in the cupholder.”

“Yes, Miss.” Alan dutifully turned and picked up sleep shorts he had removed when he came in the room.

“What are you doing, SD? Did I tell you you could put your clothes back on?”

“No, but I have to go outside.”

“And?” Rebekah loved these moments. When her slaves’ internal conflict made them question the entire relationship. An excellent way to test loyalty and conviction, they made her extremely wet and horny.

Slaves, plural. She had that guy, Eddie, for the one summer after freshmen year at Purdue. He loved the leash. And, she had someone submit to her in Prague, who was also going to the same medical school. They had initiated their relationship and Allie, the blonde good girl, had easily submitted to Rebekah’s powerful personality.

While she watched her father‘s brain go through a gymnastics routine, she smiled to herself, wondering once again, “How the fuck did we get here?” When she first discovered her family’s secret incestuous triangle, she was never angry about the sex, only the deception. Now that everything was open, including her legs, she allowed her burgeoning BDSM lifestyle to enter into the family sexual dynamic.

“Go get it or stay in cage until I leave next week.”

Alan’s mind made a mental path through the driveway and back. If he went through the garage, it would be shorter but noisier and easier to notice. If he went through the front door, he could hide behind the bushes until the last moment when he would have to dash for the car.

Regardless, there was a good chance at this time of day that he might go unnoticed. Gulp…and as strong a chance that he would be spotted.

“I…I … yellow.” He slumped, almost completely. He had given in and said his caution word. It wasn’t meant to stop, but it gave him an opportunity to talk it out.

“Becky-baby I don’t know if I can do that. If Mrs. Landon next door saw, I don’t know if we could ever explain it.”

Rebekah half lay on her bed, her black stiletto boots hanging off the edge. Her marvelous breasts were inviting him to worship. Her delightfully warm sex was so close yet so far.

“Please.”

She let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, but only the shorts. And when you get back? We need to talk about you using the wrong name. Even with yellow, you know that’s not allowed. Who am I?”

He dropped to his knees and kissed her extended hand. “My Miss.”

His caged cock stirred, and he shivered at her power burning right through her skin and into his lips.

“We will have to add ten strikes to today’s training.”

He looked up in surprise and slowly nodded.

He was actually quite excited at the prospect.

He was down the stairs and out the door, even while still pulling on the shorts. In less than a minute, he was back upstairs, naked again on his knees and holding the key out to his crazy-sexy daughter.

“Excellent job, SD.” Sperm Donor was his slave name. She had adopted it from her brother and lover who used it when their father would watch him fuck his mother. It was accurate yet a tad bit harsh. He was their dad, except when they were having sex. She cutified it to SD, sometimes Essie, if she was having a moment of emasculation/humiliation. “Dad” or “Daddy” felt stupid.

She slipped the gold chain over her neck and oriented the key to lay right between her breasts. Where he liked to look. Where she liked him to look.

She reached forward and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into her, just inches away from her face. She gave him a scorching kiss, and he moaned at her invading tongue. When she pulled back, she spoke quietly with power and a touch of menace.

“Good slave, Essie. But… Next time I give you an order, there will be no negotiations. When I say go outside naked, you will go outside naked and thank me for the opportunity! Am... I... clear?”

“Yes, Miss,” father submissive said to dominant daughter. His heart was racing, and his caged cock was screaming for relief. But first, he needed the consequence for his misbehavior.

“Up! X pose. Hold onto the door frame. Spread wide.”

Alan quickly turned and oriented himself as if he was an X looking out the door. His hand gripped the top of the frame, his feet pressed right inside the bottom to give him some stability. He was just about to ask what the method would be when he heard the familiar whoosh of the aerated paddle and felt the hard impact on his left ass.

Damn, she was fast!

“AHH! Ohhh…fff…one.”

Maureen, his wife and other mistress, gave him physical punishments over the years: spankings and a bit of cock abuse. But she never took it to this level. His daughter was reworking his sexual self into a pain slut and a humiliation junkie. And he was stunned by how much he loved it coming from her.

“Ayyyttt!” He shook with debauched delight even as he stared at a wholesome family picture on the wall of the hallway. “Disney 18,” read the collector frame. Everyone looked so -

Whoosh! “Tehhhnn!”

Rebekah greatly enjoyed issuing impact punishment. Allie, one of pets in Prague, would actually ask for it. Mistress would then deny the sexy blonde slave what she wanted until she herself, as dominant, could no longer wait.

Whoosh! “Fifffteeen!”

Alan’s cramped scrotum was nearly purple with pent up spunk. Despite all the reassurances from his pre-med daughter/domme, he feared for his health.

“Puh-puh…” he panted. “It feels—FUCK!” Thwack! “Twennteee…”

The punishment was delivered. She was soakingly satisfied. She tossed her paddle and ran her fingernails over his sore and scarletted buttocks. Heat from his flesh nearly made her cum from arousal.

“Who is in charge of this ass?” She spat the question out as a drill sergeant with new recruits would.

“You, Miss.”

“Good Essie. Sit on the bed.”

He hesitated, looking cautiously happy.

“Well?”

Alan sat on the edge of the bed, almost forgetting the pain in his buttocks. The coarseness of the bedspread made him shake, but he sat up straight with his hands flat on his thighs, the way he was trained. His insides were boiling. The steam of his arousal was reaching critical.

Rebekah bent at the waist, her magnificent breasts swinging, nipples erect and hypnotic. He could see between her stocking-clad legs that her shaved and swollen labia were glistening with her own need.

She locked eyes with him and sneered as she ran her fingers up and down his thighs. He started to open his mouth to speak, and she raised a single eyebrow, her countenance changing quickly to caution.

Without saying a word, she bent enough that the key could reach the tiny padlock on the side of his cage. He loved these moments. The rush of blood to his genitalia was nearly as incredible as the orgasm that often followed. With a simple unlocking click, his whole body began to relax. She leaned in and ran her tongue from his collarbone up to his ear and back down again.

“You ready?”

Her father and sex slave bit his lip and simply nodded. He feared his voice would burst out louder and more aggressive than he wanted.

She was still making eye contact, still bent, naked but for boots and stockings set. She could smell her own pussy wafting wantonly. This was gonna be an incredible session.

In moments, the cage had been unlatched and slowly and carefully slipped off of his cramped cock and balls. He was fighting the adrenaline rush, trying to focus on relief rather than the pain of sudden blood flow.

As always, she put her hand on his shoulder and held it tight in her grip. Her voice was inches away from his ear, calm, reassuring, loving. Mistress replaced by sexy daughter.

“Hmm, breathe through it; let it go, let it flow easily. That’s it, Dad. Deep breaths. You’ve got this.”

He had a moment where pain made his eyes pop open. He turned his head slightly. They were within inches of each other.

She held his chin.

“Today only, for relief, I want my dad to fuck me. I want my dad to fuck me hard and make me cum. Of course, if he fails, his mistress will come back and he will be my disappointing SD. But during the next couple of hours, your daughter needs dad cock.”

***

On her friend's marital bed, Maureen was on orgasm three when she heard the familiar message buzz. Her boyfriend, Hal, was standing by his bed with his thick cock driving her doggy-style body and mind to “cum space.”

The noise pulled her out of the bliss.

“Fuck, baby! I thought I had it on silent!”

Hal didn’t slow down. In fact, his fingers gripped her sumptuous ass a bit tighter, and he grunted as if to punctuate his sentence. “That’s okay, babe. Nngh! She’ll get it for you. Won’t you, Lil’ Cunt?”

He was talking to his wife, Greta, who currently sat in a wingback chair on the other side of the room. She had her legs spread over the arms and a vibrator resting on her soaking and abused pussy. Since she had convinced the two of them to let her watch them fuck, the decision was made that she needed to be controlled during their sessions. Maureen wickedly thought it was wonderful that her short, sweet friend would have repeated orgasms while watching her best friend fuck her husband.

“Yes, Cunt. Get my - fuck yes, baby, right there! Get my phone!”

Greta grunted as she removed the wand and stood; her shorter and pudgier legs shared the same sheen of arousal as that of her friend’s limbs currently shaking from another orgasm. In a perfect mix of humiliation and nearly out-of-control desire, Greta took a deep breath and stepped towards Maureen‘s purse on the dresser. She pulled the cell phone from the side pouch and extended it towards Maureen‘s face so she could see what the message was.

The screen opened and Maureen granted Greta permission to find the message from her daughter.

Greta dutifully brought up a video from Rebekah and was dumbfounded to see it was of the young hottie blissfully riding a stiff cock.

“Oh my god, is that-?”

“Hot as fuck!” Hal bellowed and pulled his lover’s shoulders back as he exploded with a second load up his wife’s bestie. “Fuuu!! Yesss!”

Rebekah’s mother shrieked as she saw white. The combination of this incredible fuck, Greta being made to watch, and a video of her daughter riding her husband‘s cock, was too much. This one exploded in new places with new intensity. So much so that she collapsed onto the bed, Hal‘s impressive and wet cock slipping out with a lewdly wet noise.

After a few minutes of blackout, and a large glass of water, she was able to watch the video with more intent. Sitting up against the headboard, she lazily stroked the red hair of her best friend between her thighs. Greta licked out most of the big load that her husband had left inside the busty sex goddess.

“Good girl, mmm,” Maureen said softly as the tongue on her pussy went from retrieval to caressing.

Hal had already showered and gone back to work. This extra long lunch had been worth any aggravation his boss would give him when he returned late.

“God, Cunt. Did you watch this whole thing?”

Greta simply mumbled and nodded, still not taking her mouth off of her best friend’s pussy. This new element in their sex play made them both crazy aroused.

“She’s riding him cowgirl while holding his head to her tit. It’s nearly smothering him until he has to slap her ass to get her to release. So fucking hot.”

And it was. But what put it over the top and made Maureen nearly have orgasm number five was when her daughter turned to the camera.

“My slave earned one day out of his cage. And this is fuck number three. Isn’t he the cutest- ungh- little Essie?! Love you, Mom. See you at dinner.”

Her sassy, stunning, sexy daughter winked and blew her a kiss and the recording stopped.

“Yes, you will.”

Number five slowly rose, wrapped around her like a hug, and made her shake. She didn’t think she had any fluid left in her, but there was enough to soak her friend’s face. The perverted satisfaction made Maureen smile.

TO BE CONTINUED

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