Chapter 14

by Shelly Morton

Steve and I have what most people would call a healthy sex life. In other words, we screw like bunnies and love every second of it. We also do a lot of things bunnies wouldn’t even think of. Well… not real bunnies, anyway. Playboy bunnies, maybe. And then a couple years ago we went a step further. We got into the S&M thing. Actually, Steve was the S part and I was the M part, an arrangement that suited us both perfectly. It was the usual stuff. Steve would tie me up and beat me and whip me and stuff like that. Some of it got pretty intense. And I did some real suffering. But it worked for me and it worked for Steve and he knew my limits so it was good.

We have two gorgeous children, Beth and Todd, and they put a small crimp in our sex life and our slightly off-the-wall hobby, but nothing serious. We had them, one right after the other, when I was twenty-two and twenty-three years old. They’re fourteen and fifteen now and two of the sweetest kids you’ll ever meet. Todd has had some growing pains but a very unusual set of circumstances seems to have solved his problems. I truly believe that he is coming to terms with himself and his sexuality. Beth never had any problems. It’s as if she was born in control. Both of herself and her destiny. And others.

That was the situation until a certain day when we were entertaining our best friends, the Smith family and David Tancredi. The four of them raised our "hobby" to a whole new dimension. Our "hobby" evolved to a point where we had each assumed certain roles. Some of the roles are pretty fluid but still well defined.

David – The master. When he ordered, we obeyed. David is strong, handsome, viral, intelligent, controlling and rich. He loved us all and we loved him.

Beth – Our other master. Beth is my daughter. She is a beautiful and very sweet fifteen year-old girl going on thirty. In other words, mature beyond her years.. She controls us because we love her and would die for her. She beats and humiliates us and we beg for more. When I say we, I should point out that I was not a recipient of her control until our camping trip.

Todd – Todd is our fourteen-year-old son. He began life as an uncontrollable self-centered boy who had no idea what life was all about. He’s now a wonderful son who deeply loves Megan and her brother Eric. He suffers with nobility and controls with passion. His sexual preference is sex. Gay or straight, as long as it’s sex.

Jill – David’s lover and the mother of Megan and Eric. Jill is a beautiful and wonderful person. You always know what she’s thinking and she loves fun. Her baby oil parties are famous for unrestrained, no-holds-barred sex. She suffers with the best but will hold back when inflicting pain. She’s just too damn nice.

Megan – If you’re ever going to have a best friend it will be Megan. She loves unrestrainedly. She’s fun to be with. A lot like her mother except when it comes to the inflicting pain part. She will make others suffer with passion and glee. I think she likes to suffer so that she can better understand the pain she is so capable of inflicting. And after she turns someone in to blubbering jelly she’ll comfort and console.

Eric – Jill’s son and Megan’s brother. Eric is a fascinating person. He’ll take a few additional words. He’s slight of build and lean with wiry finely developed muscles. His features are fine and almost feminine. He has a smile that will bring joy to your heart and he uses it often. He’s androgynous in appearance and actions. Although his penis is definitely masculine his abundant sexuality is androgynous. In an effort to accentuate his ambivalent sexuality, Beth, Megan and Jill will regularly remove his hair from the neck down. The three of them will use soap, razor, depilatory and tweezers in an effort to remove every hair from his beautiful body. Watching them do it is like watching worshipers at a temple. They’ll pet, kiss, lick, discuss and fondle every part of him. At first I think Eric was embarrassed by the attention and ashamed of his feminine appearance but he has become comfortable with it and it seems like it has released his true personality. With strong encouragement from the girls he has even let his hair grow longer.

Frequently the girls will go one step further and make him up. They’ll spend hours with lipstick and rouge and eyeliner and mascara and nail polish. And not just his face and nails. They’ll highlight his nipples and rouge his testicles. They’ll lipstick the head of his circumscribed penis and I’ve even seen them highlight his anus.

Occasionally, they’ll dress him up like a girl. Not like a flaming queen but just like one of them with a top, padded bra, short skirt, panties and a pair of sandals. When dressed up he looks quite feminine. Maybe a tad tall and his feet are a bit large and maybe his shoulders are a little broad but not unlike a lot of girls. And his pretty face and bright smile will turn male heads and get a stare or two. When dressed we’ll go to the mall or out to dinner and Eric transforms into Erica. He/she is very good at the necessary mannerisms. He/she can even raise his/her voice a notch and it takes on a sexy pitch and tonality. He/she enjoys him/herself exceedingly during these outings. Eric is definitely the most bi-sexual of us all.

Todd, by the way, is madly in love with him. He has always been madly in love with him but he has only recently learned how deep his passion is.

Steve – Steve’s my rock. After hearing about David you may find this hard to believe but Steve is the strongest of us all. He’s quiet and doesn’t usually assert himself but when he’s committed to an idea or course of action there is no stopping him. He is my master and the master of everyone around him. Even David will defer to Steve when there’s a question. Beth takes after him in this regard. The major difference is that she’s a more active participant. Steve likes to observe except when it comes to Todd and me. He commands us and uses us but always loves us. I know that he has fucked Beth but I suspect that it’s been Beth who has been the initiator.

Me (Shelly) – Up until the camping trip this would have been the most difficult personality to define. (Isn’t your own always the hardest?) But when my tongue was attached to Todd’s toe and I was forced into what has to be the ultimate position of subservience… It was painful and it was humiliating and it was me. No matter what I did I was bowing at his feet. When I ate, when I moved, even when I went to the bathroom I was on my knees and my lips were fixed firmly against Eric’s foot. I was convinced (and it was later confirmed) that my lot during that camping trip was defined by Beth and Steve. They knew me better than I knew myself.

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When the mosquitoes came out it was time to head for the tents. Megan and Todd headed for one of them and Jill and I had no choice but to follow. The two of them were both sexually aroused and in a hurry. But when you have a person’s tongue attached to your toe your movements have to be slow and deliberate. With liberal use of their whips they finally got us arranged in the tent in a position that seemed to work. Megan was on her back, knees up and feet flat. Jill knelt by her left foot at a right angle to Megan’s body. Todd was lying between Megan’s legs and I was kind of curled in a ball at his feet. In this position I could take a couple toes entirely into my mouth. To do this I had to slip his toe ring halfway around and rotate my tongue 180 degrees but it was an arrangement that was more comfortable. As their fucking grew more frenzied I clamped my lips over those toes and hung on for dear life. When Todd finally came (it seemed like it took forever) he must have forgotten all about me. He drew his leg up and almost jerked my head off my neck. I had grabbed his ankle with my hands and he literally dragged me across the tent floor. I got floor burns on my breasts. Megan had raised her foot off the ground and dug her heel into Todd’s back and Jill’s head traveled with it. Megan slid her heel down Todd’s back to his butt and that got Jill kneeling on top of me as her cheek slid over Todd’s cheeks. I’m sure that if anyone saw us they would have burst out laughing. When the two of them finally came down from their orgasms and remembered their poor mothers we all got rearranged more comfortably.

Jill and I spread a blanket over ourselves as we fitfully slept at our children’s feet. In the middle of the night Megan and Todd decided it was time for another fuck and this time I don’t think they even knew we existed. We were all over that tent, hanging on to their ankles for dear life and scraping our knees and shoulders and everything else. I dug my knees and elbows into Jill and she did the same to me.

When they finished screwing Jill and I was exhausted. With Todd’s toe in my mouth I fell asleep and didn’t know a thing until I was awakened at daylight with a sharp crack of the whip over my shoulder.

"Time to get up, sleepyhead," he said and at the same time I heard a whip crack into Jill’s naked body.

"Oh, thit!" she said. "I gottah pith."

We crawled out of our tent and toward the latrine holes. Our progress was accompanied with catcalls and laughter. Evidently we were the last ones up. I was stiff and sore. The continual crawling was damaging my knees.

After taking care of our bladders Megan and Todd took us back to our tent where we got our toiletries and it was off to the water shed. Jill and I painfully knelt on the gravel as Megan and Todd bathed, shampooed and brushed their teeth. Then they sat on the grass at the edge of the gravel and Jill and I attempted as best we could to take care of our own hygiene. To give Todd his due, he did try to help as much as possible by putting his foot in appropriate positions. After some discussion our two kids decided that the best thing to do was have Jill kneel on all fours, head to the ground, while Todd rested his foot on Jill’s back. That way I was in a better position to bath, shampoo and brush my teeth. As I brushed, Todd’s big toe probably got the best cleaning of its fourteen-year existence. When I was through, Jill and I switched positions and I was Megan’s footstool. That done it was back to the campsite for a breakfast of eggs, toast and juice.

First Megan and Todd ate while Jill and I knelt at their feet. Eric asked how we slept.

"Gudth, exthepth for the thucking," I said.

Everybody laughed and Todd picked up his whip and gave me several sharp licks on the rear. I was facing him and, of course, my lips were pressed to his toe and as a result my ass was sticking up. Todd managed to snap the whip thongs into my crack and they curled around and snapped against my anus and my pussy. I shrieked. It hurt terribly. They all laughed some more.

After Todd and Megan were through with their breakfast they would take a bite of food, thoroughly chew it and feed it to us. This took a while but eventually both Jill and I were full. We drank orange juice out of drink boxes through straws. Our tongues had been attached to the toes of our children for over 12 hours. How much longer, I wondered? How much more suffering? Todd and Megan were enjoying our predicament but it wasn’t their decision. That belonged to Beth and David and it didn’t seem like they were ready to let us go just yet.

We sort of hung around for a while after breakfast until I decided that I had to poop. Todd and I trudged off once more to the latrines and I spent several minutes farting and pooping into the hole as Todd stood over me and looked down at me in disgust. It wasn’t my fault I had normal body functions. And besides, Todd had to do the same thing later in the day. I knelt at his feet and a foot away from my face I watched his turds drop into the hole. You could say that mother and son were getting to know each other pretty well.

We returned to the campsite after my constitutional and found everybody there. Eric surprised us with an unexpected greeting.

"Happy Mother’s Day, mom."

Mother’s Day! Today was Mother’s Day! We were celebrating Mother’s Day. The two mothers were celebrating with continual pain and maximum humiliation. Well, at the time I thought it was maximum.

"Thank you, dear," Jill responded and I heard a whip snap against her naked skin as Megan seconded the greeting. Todd responded in kind and his whip wrapped around my side and the thongs bit into my breast and nipple. God, he was getting good with that thing. Practice makes perfect. Beth came over, knelt beside me, lowered her face to mine and kissed me on the cheek.

"I love you, mom," was all she said and as she rose she gave my upturned butt a playful smack. It was nice of my children to remember Mother’s Day.

Then David announced that it might be fun to go for a hike. Fun?! Fun for you, David, but hell for Jill and me!

We began walking toward the barn. They established a leisurely pace that exhausted Jill and me.. My neck ached, my tongue ached and my knees hurt. The whips continually bit into our skin and we were both a mass of red stripes and welts. Both Megan and Todd were getting very good at delivering the thongs exactly where they wanted them and snapping them into our skin with maximum pain.

Their whips had loops on the handle that they looped around their wrists. Those whips never left their wrists. They ate with them, peed with them and even fucked with them. And they used them constantly. Sometimes Megan thought that because of our relative positions she had a better shot at me. Crack! Her whip would snap in to my body. Todd would say, "Thanks, Meg," and snap his into Jill. It was nice seeing how our children were learning to cooperate with each other.

When we arrived at the barn David opened it and we entered. Todd stood at an angle and tilted his foot a little bit so that I could see better. There was enough light entering from the dirty broken windows and the chinks in the siding that we could make out the contents. Mostly junk. By the door there was an old scale, the kind with weights that you still sometimes see in a doctor’s office. It had been cleaned up and looked usable. In the center of the floor there were two sulkies like racing sulkies for harness racing. They consisted of an axle with a bicycle wheel on each end. Mounted in the center of the axle were a small seat and two poles about six feet long extending forward from each side of the seat. Each pole had a footrest on it for the driver. The two poles were joined at the their ends with a cross bar. The whole affair was too small for a horse or even a pony. I judged that the poles were spaced exactly right for my twenty-five inch waist.

"Thit," I said.

"Double thit," Jill said.

"Will you look at that," said David. "Maybe we’ll have time to come back tomorrow and see if we can think of some ways to use those things."

With that we continued our walk. We circled along the edge of the woods. It was mostly grass and not too uncomfortable on our abused knees. Because of my position it was difficult to take in the surroundings or see where we were going. Mostly, all I saw was Todd’s foot, which I had gotten to know very well, and the ground about four inches in front of my eyes. In most places the grass was tall enough that it obscured my vision. As I crawled along I thought how narrow my universe had become. Pain, humiliation and Todd’s foot. It was difficult to ruminate too much on why this worked for me as well as it did because I was so busy keeping up with Todd’s foot. But worked it did.

We walked out of the grass and onto dirt and halted. Again, Todd tilted his foot so that I could see better. I was looking at the swamp. It wasn’t really a swamp. More like a big muddy field. I could see where someone had diverted the creek water into this particular area. I thought of David’s three-day absence about a week previous. It was nice to know that he was thinking about Jill and me, even while he was gone. The field was originally hard clay where little grew. The water had turned it into deep, thick mud and muck. It bordered the woods and was about a hundred yards long. There was not much doubt in my mind about why we were here and where the four of us, Megan, Jill, Eric and I, were going next.

"You two hang on to each other to steady yourselves so you don’t fall," he told Megan and Todd. "You want to pace yourself so that the foot with your mom on it will be in the mud a minimum time and out of it the maximum. Have a nice walk."

Megan and Todd held hands and stepped to the edge of the muck. They were between Jill and me. I was on the their right and Jill was their far left.

"We’ll start with our inside foot," said Megan.

With that they simultaneously lifted their feet and stepped into the mud. The two feet sunk in about an inch. Now the fun began. They slowly raised their feet with us attached to them and moved them forward. Our hands entered the mud and I watched it pass under my eyes as Todd’s foot advanced. Moving forward, my knees entered the mud and the foot lowered to the muck. I tightly shut my eyes but it wasn’t necessary. His foot found bottom before my face was in the mud. The slop rose to my lips but no further. The tops of Todd’s toes were barely covered. Our two children moved their inside feet forward quickly, planted them and raised their outside feet. Slowly our faces advanced once more. This time I saw that the mud had covered Todd’s other foot almost to his ankle. Again I closed my eyes and this time it mattered but only a little. The mud just barley covered my face. The next step was the killer. I saw his inside foot sink in to the ankle. Then I felt the mud wash up and over my face. The two kids got a rhythm going where their inside feet moved quickly and their outside feet gave us maximum time to recover and get some air in our lungs. The mud obscured my vision and I could see nothing. As we walked it got deeper. My hands would slip and I’d land on my elbows. Mud was in my eyes, nose and ears. No matter how tightly I closed my lips over Todd’s toe I got mud in my mouth when I sucked in air. With one step my face kept sinking and sinking as mud and muck got in my ears, my hair and closed over the back of my head. It was half way up my thighs and over my elbows. It washed my shoulders and breasts. As quickly as they could the kids raised our faces out of the muck with a sucking sound and then they paused, with their foot suspended in the air and holding on to each other to steady themselves. I blew out trying to clear the mud before I sucked air in.

"Ready?" Todd asked.

I nodded my head yes as I heard Megan ask her mother the same question. The foot advanced and once more my head was plunged deep into the mud, muck and ooze. Over and over my head was thrust deep into the mud. It was sticky and clung to me and I could feel my head get heavier with it. It got more difficult to clear from my mouth and Todd and Megan had to pause longer between steps. I was isolated in mud. It covered my vision and stopped my hearing and plugged my nose. It was in my mouth and all that I tasted. I had become mud. Thirty, forty, fifty times my head descended into the ooze only to raise again as I ate the mud, drank the mud, swallowed the mud in an effort to suck air into my lungs. Only slowly did I notice it getting shallower, that my head was no longer covered, that eventually my ears remained out of it and then my nose, my eyes and even my lips.

We were on dry ground. I steadied myself with one hand and used the other to clear mud from my eyes, wipe it from my nose and clear it from my mouth. I blew and spit as best I could and ran my hand over my head and through my hair and big globs of mud and muck fell to the ground at Todd’s feet. I was panting but slowly regained my breath. I collapsed and was no longer on my knees but sort of curled on my side with my head cocked over Todd’s toe. I heard Beth’s voice through my mud-plugged ears.

"That was fun," she said. "But we better start back. It’s almost time for lunch. Think we ought to take the same route or go a different way."

Jill and I began wailing and begging immediately.

"Pleath! Pleath, Mithtreth Beth. Pleath not again."

I was crying. Real tears were streaking over the mud on my cheeks. I was actually shaking in fear. The thought of returning through that swamp from hell was more than I could even contemplate.

Todd dropped to a knee and put his hand in my muddy hair to comfort me and I heard him say, "Maybe a change of scenery would be nice, Mistress Beth. I think mom would like to see something else on the way back."

God bless the boy. He knew my limits even if my daughter didn’t. God bless him.

There was silence as Beth appeared to contemplate the request. If I could have seen their smiles I would have known that there was no chance of returning through the mud.

"Okay," Beth finally said. "Let’s cut across the field then."

As we returned the noonday sun baked my mud and it became part of me. We walked (and crawled) to the water shed and every body cleaned up for lunch as Megan and Todd sat by the gravel and Jill and I continued to bow at their feet. When everyone else was through Megan and Todd washed there hands and Jill and I got to rinse our mouths with mouthwash. That was all we were allowed. The mud stayed.

Lunch consisted of cold sandwiches with Megan and Todd doing the work again and Jill and I suffering beneath them. We were fed in the usual manner, pre-chewed food and drink boxes. After lunch the afternoon passed slowly. Eric and Beth dozed in the shade with their feet stretched out in front of them and Jill and I curled at their toes. We were tired and slept also. Our children had dropped their whips by this time. I think they were feeling sorry for us. After their nap they decided to pass the time playing catch. It was okay as long as their throws were accurate. Otherwise they’d hobble after the ball as we tried to keep up. My knees were worn through be this time, sore, scratched and bleeding.

After catch it was back to the campsite for a round of cards. They all sat at a folding aluminum table and Jill and I assumed our regular position under the table, kneeling and lips pressed to our children’s toes. We were both exhausted. But a strange thing happened under that table. After all that had occurred I felt horny. Very, very horny. Sex was not allowed for us without permission and I doubted if permission would be given. So I surreptitiously slipped my hand between my muddy legs and began to gently rub where it feels so good. Jill tapped me on the arm to get my attention and wagged her finger at me like I was a naughty child. I think she was smiling. It’s hard to tell when a person’s tongue is attached to a toe. But I continued pleasuring myself and Jill began rubbing herself, too. No raging orgasms, or anything. But it felt good. Sooo good.

The two of us must have spent three hours under that table. We were kicked and kneed and people would rest there feet on our backs and Megan and Todd would shuffle their feet so it was impossible to rest. Jill got a break when Megan had to poop. I needed to pee and Todd gave me permission so I got a bathroom break, too. Basically, it was a very long and boring afternoon. Then dinner and then blessed relief. Eric unhooked us from our kids. It was one of the most wonderful feelings I ever experienced. For twenty-four hours Jill and I were on our knees with our lips pressed hard against our children’s’ toes. We suffered supreme humiliation and pain and discomfort. And finally we were released. It felt so good to be free it was almost worth the twenty-four hours. We were still in SPH but we were free. The four of us were allowed to clean ourselves and we crawled off to the water shack. You can’t believe what a great feeling it is to crawl with out using your face like a foot. The kids bathed and crawled back to the campsite. Jill and I must have stayed there for an hour washing and stretching. We were giddy it felt so great. Jill called out to David and asked him if we could satisfy each other. No dice. Oh well. You can’t have everything. But when we hosed each other you can guess where that stream of water spent most of its time. And when we bathed each other you can guess where our soapy fingers did the most work. When we were finished we had two of the cleanest twats you’ll ever see.

We crawled back to the campsite and lounged around in unfamiliar comfort. We were still in SPH and still naked and couldn’t stand but none of that mattered. Our tongues were in our mouths and our heads were where we wanted them and we were clean and all was right with the world. Eric was getting ready for his weekly hair removal and Beth, Megan, Jill and I finished the evening fussing and cooing over him as we depilated his beautiful body.

When the sun set and the mosquitoes rose we crawled to our tent, same sleeping arrangement as the night before.

As our bare bottoms passed through the tent flaps we heard even more good news.

"You four enjoy yourselves tonight," called out David.

"Poor Todd," I heard Eric say. "You think your baby brother’s up to it?" he asked Beth.

"I’m sure he’ll give it his best but I don’t know. Those are three horny broads."

Todd started to answer but Megan had her lips on his before he had a chance. I had his cock in my mouth and Jill squeezed her face next to mine and was trying to suck a testicle into her mouth. We were rough and gaudy. We were all over the poor boy, laughing and pinching and grabbing and rubbing and fondling. He was on his back and I straddled him with a thigh beside each ear, lowered my muff to his mouth and said, "You’re in for a long night, dear."

"Thit!" he said through his furry gag.

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Will Todd survive? Who will win the pony race? Stay tuned!

Comments and kudos, as always, are welcome and greatly appreciated.

MOF

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