by Alan Horn
She released her grip on me, still holding my leash tight. She fondled my labia rings and showed me her glistening fingers. "Alex, I've wanted to do that for years, but you were such a little bitch I couldn't stand you. Now You are delightful. Naked, ringed, helpless, and sexy as hell. Clean my fingers."
She was right on all counts and my mistress, for now, I opened my mouth and she pulled my head down with the leash. I licked and sucked my juices off her fingers.
Father smiled and said, "Alex, its time you learned a few more things. We have watched you on tape and have seen you having intercourse with both men and women. We know you weren't given a choice at first, but you relaxed and were a willing partner afterwards. Your mother enjoys sex with both men and women, just as you do. I am straight as an arrow. Both of us have been into BDSM for five or so years. I am a dominant and your mother submissive, extremely so at home. In public we are vanilla. At home your mother is my slave. I often keep her much as you are, naked and chained. I've had her nipples and labia pierced since we realized how submissive she was. Show her dear."
Mother looked worried and asked, "Here? Now? Thomas might return or be watching us on one of his hidden cameras."
Father said, He probably won't return in just five minutes. If he's got a hidden camera in here, the cat is already out of the bag and he's seen plenty of naked women already. Go on and show them or I'll strip you now and you'll stay that way until tomorrow!"
Mother said, "yes, sir." She lifted her dress. She was shaved and wore no underwear, just a garter belt and stockings. Her twin gold rings looked like mine only smaller. She had a vertical ring in her clit hood, too. She lowered her dress. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and unclipped the front catch on her bra. She was at least a 36D. She had a gold ring in each erect nipple. She fastened her clothes. I never noticed before, but Mom has a really good figure. Long, shapely legs, narrow waist, beautiful face and a good rack.
Father said, "Well now. We have much to talk about. Let's take a walk and you can show us around. Diane, lead her out of here. Keep her on a short leash."
My mind was whirling. I never knew. I had always been a self-centered, oblivious teenager. But to have missed this much? I showed them all the rooms in the building I knew about. We peeked into the exercise room and saw a dance class. Belly dance. They were impressed with the games room. They fawned over the cornucopia of equipment for holding and hurting the female form. I took them outside and showed them where I lived with Thomas. I showed them the fence and the safe path around the inside of the compound. I talked about the difficulties learning to walk in coffle. They asked me all sorts of questions about puppy play. They seemed most interested in that.
They sat on a bench in a gazebo in the garden. I knelt in front of them. We talked of many things. Finally, We came to that dreaded topic: What was going to happen with me? They sort of wanted me home for the summer but were concerned they couldn't spend enough time with me. They weren't interested in me coming home and being their daughter on summer break. They wanted me to stay as I am now, naked, ringed, chained. They could control me much better this way. And they both lusted after my woman's body. It turns out that Daddy has done to Mom what I've had done to me. No puppy play, but whips, forced orgasms, chained hand and foot. She says she enjoys being enslaved as much as I do. They've seen films of me. They're right. I love my life as a slave.
I'm not over all of society's inhibitions yet. Being a slave to my parents seems just as wrong as being Thomas' slave seems right. I don't doubt that the whip will make me do exactly what they want and smile while doing it. I'm also sure that I will adapt and love it eventually, just as I've embraced my life here. But I don't want to do it. I want to stay with Thomas.
We reached a compromise that we could agree on. I would stay here all the time. They would come and spend one weekend a month here as my masters. Rats. Being a slave to my parents sucked. I didn't want intercourse with them. I didn't want them controlling me. The reality is that they could have taken me home and done anything they wanted to me. I was still a minor and they were wealthy, respected members of the community. They had a lot of powerful contacts and I was a wayward teen who had a couple of run-ins with the law. This was the best deal I was going to get.
I don't know why I'm worrying. After six months I am a fully trained pleasure slave. I can have a stupendous orgasm from a whip or any other inanimate object. I'm always aroused, thanks to my rings and chains. I get aroused by obeying orders.
"Now, Alex," her mother said, "tell me about Thomas."
THE END
