Master all but ignored her comment. “Can you bring your father out to the back yard for his morning walk.” He handed the leash toward Sandy, who recoiled from the offer.
Watching on from the table, Steven was mostly staring at his naked mother. Mistress Erin slid into the chair beside him, and put a hand on his thigh. She could feel the tension in the fabric of his boxers.
“You want me to take my dad walkies like a, a dog?” Sandy asked, a look of both confusion and some revulsion on her face.
Master placed the collar into Sandy’s hand until she took it hesitantly from his fingers. The fact that she accepted it was all Master needed.
“Yes. They are both getting quite uncomfortable now, if you hadn’t noticed. A good Master is mindful of his slaves’ comfort.” He tugged on slave maryanne’s leash, and she lowered herself down onto all fours, like she had been the previous night.
Sandy let her eyes rest on her naked father. Her eyes were drawn to his metal-caged penis, pondering the fact that his bladder must be ready to burst, before she looked up to his face. “D-do you really want me to…”
“It is not his place to approve or disapprove, Sandy.” Master informed her. Turning to his slave, he asked, “Do you need to pee, little one?”
“Yes, Master, please may i pee, soon?” slave aaron almost pleaded, trying not to look at Sandy, even though his words were clearly for her.
Sandy bit her lip. “I don’t have to – hold him while he pees or anything – do I?”
Master laughed. “No, just bring him outside for me.” With that, he walked slave maryanne to the door, and stepped out with her into the back yard.
For a moment Sandy stood awkwardly considering what she’d been asked to do.
“It’s ok, sweetie,” slave aaron whispered, trying to comfort her.
“Quiet slave,” came a quick retort from Mistress Erin.
Making up her mind that her dad needed her help, Sandy found the end of the leash, and fumbled a little as she attached it to the D ring on her father’s collar. When Mistress offered to help her, Sandy admonished her with an “I can do it.” Following Master’s lead, she tugged on the leash, and watched her father move down onto his hands and knees. She had a sudden flashback to being a little girl, going for a ride on her father’s back as he played a horse for her. This was a very different game, she thought to herself, as she lead him outside.
Still sitting at the table, Mistress’ hand was now resting fully over Steven’s boxers, her fingers gently squeezing his cock. “Now young man, tell me about last night…”
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In the secluded yard Master and slave maryanne were waiting. As Sandy and slave aaron appeared, Master said quietly to his slave, “See, I told you,” before calling out “Bring the little one over here.”
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.