Sandy walked her dad around the pool to the nice soft lawn. It was a surreal sensation to be walking in her own back yard, the warm morning sun on her face, with her naked dad crawling next to her on a leash like a dog. Master’s warm smile greeted Sandy, and he thanked her for helping him. He then gave a tug on slave maryanne’s leash to get her already undivided attention, and gave the command, “Pee.”
Stepping back a little apprehensively, Sandy watched on as her mother stepped around a little to find a good position, opening out her back legs, and quickly unleashed a wild stream of yellow pee onto the grass below. Her mother, member of her school’s PTA, woman who taught her to be mindful of accidental flashing, was peeing like a dog in their back yard. Try as she obviously did, some of the pee was clearly splashing on her thighs and legs, but the relief she felt at emptying her bladder overcame that embarrassment.
As the stream of pee splashed eagerly out of slave maryanne’s exposed pussy, a long moan of relief slipped from her lips, until Master called “Stop.” Sandy watched, surprised, as the flow of pee halted to a few dribbles as a look of intense concentration came over her mother’s face. Master smiled, reaching down and rustling his fingers in his slave’s hair. “Good girl. Let it go now,” he told her, and again the pee rushed out of her urethra as her daughter and husband both watched. Finally the stream dwindled to a few drops, and finished. As if just suddenly aware of what she has just done, slave maryanne’s cheek flush as she smiles at her daughter.
Sandy couldn’t help but look at the ground and watch the puddle of pee, if just to make sure it wasn’t running in her direction. The leash in her hand reminded her that at the other end of it was her increasingly desperate father. Chewing her lip, Sandy shook the leash a little. “Go on…” she hesitantly instructed her father.
Master held slave maryanne’s leash a little tighter, and showed Sandy – “First you get the pet’s attention.” He gave the leash a tug. “Then you give the command – ‘Pee!’.”
Instinctively at hearing the command slave aaron’s cock began to dribble pee as he tried hard to hold it. Chewing her lip, Sandy toyed with the end of the leash. “Ok, um…” She pulled the leash tighter, and then tugged, making her father almost lose balance. “Oh sorry, dad!” she said hurriedly. “Ok, sorry, so – Pee, daddy.”
A little awkwardly her father lifted one of his legs into the air, and – for a moment nothing happened. Thinking she had done something wrong, Sandy repeated the command. “Pee!” As her father continued not to pee, Sandy couldn’t help but bend to see her father’s caged cock, which was bouncing a little under him. Seeing his daughter’s concerned face, slave aaron closed his eyes, his nervous bladder not finding it any easier with her staring at him.
Master’s patient but firm voice interceded. “little one, open your eyes. Look at your daughter and obey her.”
“Yes, Master,” came slave aaron’s strained reply.
Sandy realised her father was struggling to pee in front of her, even though toilet doors never stayed more closed or off limits than bathroom doors in their house. She had seen her father peeing – from behind – regularly, even if not seeing his penis. Frowning in thought, Sandy suddenly barked out “Pee, now!” at her father.
Finally slave aaron began to pee. The cage around his cock caused the strong yellow stream to spray wildly, and Sandy found she couldn’t take her eyes off her father’s erupting cock. She felt Master Nathan and her mom watching her as she stared at her urinating father. She wasn’t sure why, but knowing they were watching, she felt the urge to try something. “Stop!” she practically yelled. Her father, with some great difficulty, stopped his stream and looked up at his daughter, clearly embarrassed and desperate to continue. Master smiled from ear to ear.
“Pee.” Sandy ordered, and her father started to pee again. “Stop!” And he stopped. “Pee!” Sandy giggled at the insane situation she was in, and the power she suddenly felt she had over her father’s most basic bodily function.
A hand rested on Sandy’s shoulder. “With great power comes great responsibility.”
The quote was lost on Sandy.
With great relief, slave aaron finished peeing over his neatly manicured lawn, for not the first time in his once mundane life. Whilst the yard was secluded, he had wondered on many occasions over the past months what the neighbors may have heard, and wondered. And he knew it was always possible someone could look over the fence if they wanted to badly enough. The compromising situations he had found himself in since submitting to Master seldom felt as intense as in his own back yard.
“Good boy. Ok little one – clean the puppy.” Master instructed Sandy’s father. For a moment he hesitated, his beet red face at having just peed in front of his daughter not sure whether he could now perform this last step, even if he had done it for Master many times. But knowing better however than to resist, he crawled over to his wife, and started to lick the salty tang of his wife’s pee-wet pussy lips, licking up the droplets that had remained after his wife had relieved herself. Knowing that Sandy was watching him made his cock ache inside his cage as he moved on to licking his wife’s thighs, too, making sure she was clean.
Master studied the expression on Sandy’s face. She had seemed quite excited before, but was clearly unsure about watching her father licking up her mother’s pee. He turned to the clean slave maryanne. “Clean the puppy,” he simply commanded, and without hesitation Sandy’s mom began the same process, however her job was a little impeded by the metal cage around her husband’s cock. Licking at it first, her face pressed under his belly, the scene still clearly confused their teen daughter, however also caused her a little mirth watching her mother now having to clean her dad up.
“Urine is sterile, Sandy.” Master explained. “As long as the person peeing is healthy, and the pee is consumed before anything can breed in the open air, it is completely safe. I am not asking your parents to do anything dangerous.”
Sandy glanced around the yard. “So long as the neighbors don’t see…” she said, even knowing it would take a neighbor to be peering over the tall fence to see them.
Master grinned. “Well, nothing has happened so far, and we’ve played quite a few games out here.” They watched as slave maryanne licked and licked at her husbands caged penis, and down his legs, using her tongue to mop up the mess of pee that he had made pissing out of his cage.
Once the puppies had cleaned each other, Master Nathan stepped over and gave slave aaron a pat on his side. “Good boy. Good boy!” He reached under the slave and gave his caged cock a little rub, which Sandy saw immediately made her father’s back arch. Still holding her father’s leash, Sandy stepped back a little watching the male – male interaction. She could see Master’s thumb was rubbing over the tip of the cage, clearly causing a strong reaction in her father.
Almost as if she was a jealous puppy, slave maryanne pressed her face into Master’s other hand. He chuckled, and redirected his attention to her. “And you were a good girl too, weren’t you, slut!” He gave her a pat too, and then reached under and Sandy watched as he pinched one of her nipples, immediately eliciting a gasping moan from her mother. Bringing his hand back up, he firmly ran his hand down the slave’s back, repeating what a good girl she was.
His hand rested on her ass, enjoying a little grope before he let a finger slide between her pussy lips and momentarily teased her clit. Although her husband had just licked up her pee, her pussy was wet from her pussy juices. Sandy stood awkwardly watching as she was reminded that this man seemed to have complete control over her parents. And that seemed to make them both horny as all hell.
“Now, did you mention a farmers market, slut? Let’s go check that out.”
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Chapter Eight
Master, Mistress, and their two slaves all disappeared into the Master bedroom to get ready to go to the market. Sandy wandered into her room, her head spinning a little from what she had just taken part in, and Steven hurried into his own room, too. There were no locks on the doors inside the house except the main bathroom, but at that moment Steven dearly wished there was one on his bedroom door. His cock was tenting his boxers, and there was a visible wet patch where his cock head was pressing outward.
Whilst Master had been giving Sandy a lesson in open-air urination with their parents, Mistress Erin had wanted to know all about how he had fared sleeping in his sister’s bed with her. When he initially said that simply nothing had happened, Mistress’s hand, which was firmly pressed against his loosely covered cock, squeezed. Gently. But pointedly. Steven did not have a great amount of experience with women, but he knew this type of behavior from an older woman, a friend of his parents – would normally very much not be “okay”. This wasn’t how a woman should treat a friend’s teenage son. But this wasn’t a normal friend, this woman owned his parents, and he was very much starting to see why.
“Remember, Steven. It’s just common courtesy to be honest.” Her fingers teased his cock, making it incredibly hard for him to think.
Nonetheless he recounted how he and Sandy had talked about what they had seen, but soon found himself confessing that Sandy had admitted she had been “excited”, at least until Master had involved their dad. All the while they could see out the window as Master guided Sandy with slave aaron and slave maryanne. Mistress’ fingers concentrated around the head of Steven’s cock, feeling his foreskin sliding back and forth over his crown, making him quiver slightly at such intense intimate sensations in such unusual circumstances.
“Did you hear anything during the night, Steven?” Mistress wasn’t asking him.
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