Chapter 1

“What if someone sees me?” Honey muttered to herself as she stepped out of her heels. Honey quietly realized she shouldn’t have said that out loud but it was too late to take it back.

She was already completely naked except for a metal slave collar. She surveyed the motel parking lot. It was early and they hadn’t seen anyone watching them.

“It is a clothing-optional beach, you dumb Banana!” Sugar, her daughter, mocked her mother’s concern sarcastically. She was also completely naked and stepping out of her shoes.

“It isn’t clothing optional for YOU either,” Joe slapped his sister hard across her bare bottom.

“At least not for you two sluts. You’ll be naked at the beach until you are told otherwise,” he snickered.

“Yes, Master Joe,” Sugar accepted the decision of her brother and quickly apologized for her joke.

She didn’t apologize to her mother. She apologized to the men of her family for speaking out of turn in their presence.

Honey and Sugar were obviously not his mother and sister’s original names. They were once Karen and Claire respectively, a mother and daughter in a fairly typical suburban American household. Karen had become Honey six months earlier when she and her husband had decided to tell their children about their lifestyle and began openly practicing BDSM 24/7.

Claire had only recently become Sugar to her family and friends. She ultimately chose to learn about BDSM and domestic discipline and had been struggling to fully adopt the same submissive tendencies as her mother.

They were in Florida near the East Coast but not too far east of Orlando. Mike was planning to attend one of Daytona Beach’s Bike Week events later in the week while the teens enjoyed Disneyworld. For early March, Mike could hardly believe the weather forecast was for the low 90’s today. They’d left home in time to beat a blizzard!

Both girls were nervous that someone might open their motel door or pull up and see them in the motel parking lot before they left. They were used to being exposed but the fear of being caught, never fully subsided.

The journey to Florida had taken three and a half days of mostly non-stop driving. The girls rode in the backseat completely naked the entire time with the exception of slave collars and high heels. This was the first family vacation they had taken in years and it was long overdue. Mike Mcgifford is the patriarch of the family and Honey’s husband and owner.

He is the one who makes all the rules for how the girls ride in the car but he allowed their two sons Joe and Kyle to frequently change the girl’s positions.

The default riding position for Sugar and Honey was to have them hold their cunt lips or stretch their nipples out. Kyle and Joe usually made them play with each other or even eat each other in a pretzel-like 69 position. The girls had come to terms with the fact that as submissive slave meat, they would be subjected to frequent makeout sessions with one another as part of their training. Being mother and daughter was simply not part of any equation.

The girls were expected to sit up straight and be uncomfortable for most of the journey. The idea was to establish that they were not entitled to privacy and that they were not to take even simple pleasures for granted. Mike informed them both that they would be serving during the entire vacation.

Kyle frequently played travel games because he shared the backseat with his mother and sister and they could no longer ignore him like they might have when they were Karen and Claire. His favorite travel game had been a modified form of “punch buggy”. The first person to see a Volkswagen bug had to yell out, “punch buggy!”

If Kyle yelled it first, then he would stuff a magic marker into each of the girls’ pussies. If one of the girls yelled it out first, then they would get to stuff a marker into the other girl’s pussy. The idea was to keep going until they run out of markers or they couldn’t fit anymore in a pussy. They always ran out before they couldn’t fit anymore magic markers in their cunts.

Once the game was over Kyle made them clean the markers with their mouths so they could play again. In one rouand, Honey had called out, ‘punch buggy!’ when she saw a fiat, thinking it was a VW bug. Kyle had made her shove a marker in her own cunt. Of course Sugar wasn’t to be outdone even if it was by mistake, so Claire ‘accidentally’ mistook first a Mini then a few minutes later a Miata as VW’s, much to the consternation of Kyle. After the Miata mistake, Kyle made Sugar complete the round with a water bottle shoved up her ass and her butt plug in her mouth, thinking it’d help her focus better. Sugar secretly congratulated herself for one-upping her mother.

While Honey accepted her owner’s rules as simply necessary to her wellbeing and embraced them for that reason as just one of many needs she could name, Sugar took the rules as a challenge to excel at. Living this way had become somewhat addicting to her, especially the rush of competing with Honey to be the best of the pair.

Joe instructed them to both kneel. The sun had barely risen and the light caught Sugar’s blonde hair making it look deeply golden. She was quietly biting her lip but she hadn’t raised any sort of complaint like Honey had inadvertently done.

They both felt silly kneeling in the remote parking lot. They were frequently humiliated in their hometown this way and the neighbors had almost grown used to seeing the two of them jogging laps around the yard wearing nothing but pasties and duct tape.

Honey and Sugar were both intensely competitive with one another. Serving with another slut had added a new and very welcome layer to Honey’s submission. They were both intent on waiting for the other one to chicken out before they themself did. It also helped that Honey and Sugar were reluctant exhibitionists who secretly got off on being exposed this way.

They just hated to admit it. It was fairly obvious to their family because they didn’t hesitate to drop to the shell-infused pavement and their cunts were dripping wet with excitement. The girls had already stretched, done their morning kegels, shit, pissed, ate, been washed down and had shaved their bodies in preparation for today.

Kyle responded to Honey’s question about being seen, with an unexpected order. “Puppy mode, mom!” he said firmly. “See, now you don’t have to worry,” he smiled at his mother when she obediently sat on her heels and put her hands up to her impressive chest like puppy paws, while allowing her tongue to hang out of her open mouth.

Kyle had it firmly fixed in his mind that Honey would be mistaken for a real puppy if she acted like one, so telling her to assume puppy mode was him doing her a favor by forcing her to stop thinking like a human.

He spent long hours teaching his mother and sister tricks to play as well as to fetch like real puppies and it was a large part of their day-to-day routine.

Honey couldn’t really become a puppy as easily as Kyle thought she could but she appreciated him showing enough concern for her that he wanted to help her in that way.

She straightened her back and barked for Kyle using the code he’d taught her to vocalize when she wanted inside, since in puppy mode she was not allowed to speak human words.

“Yeah, Sugar, you beg too,” Kyle stroked his sister’s pretty long hair when she quickly rose up to join her mother in the humiliating puppy play ritual. She knew better than to hesitate or be reluctant when her brother made a suggestion like that because it would earn her an immediate punishment and right now she didn’t feel like she’d enjoy one of those.

“Please Masters, Honey wants to know if we are allowed to load up and climb into the back now?” Sugar guessed at what Honey wanted.

It certainly wasn’t like her to beg on her mother’s behalf and she was well aware that if she’d kept her mouth shut, she would have proven herself to be more committed than Honey, who Sugar knew, just wanted to get into the relative safety of the RAV4. But now Sugar had come to Honey’s aid by speaking the plea Honey couldn’t, since she was still in puppy mode.

Sugar made one last effort to belittle Honey so it wouldn’t completely sound like Sugar was protecting Honey by pleading on her behalf. “Mister Kyle has it right, though!” Sugar agreed with Kyle. “Honey certainly is a bitch in heat this morning. She’s making a puddle already!”

Sugar was referring to Honey begging in puppy-speak to be able to climb into the SUV and end her display in the unfamiliar parking lot. At the same time as both of them being humiliated by being made to kneel naked outside, Honey’s pussy was betraying her excitement and Sugar felt the need to redirect everyone’s attention to Honey so they might not notice the mess her sloppy cunt was also making.

Sugar refused to beg for herself even though she too was experiencing the same humiliating pussy drip of an overexcited slut, as Honey. By asking FOR Honey, she could verbalize their shared desire and still win the competition she was having with herself, to endure anything Honey could. Also, because she wasn’t in puppy mode, she could speak the words she knew Honey longed to use but couldn’t.

They were all clustered around the RAV4. The guys were wearing beach shorts and it helped that the girls had been instructed to prepare the beach blankets, a picnic basket, sunscreen, towels, an umbrella, tent, beach chairs, beach ball, buckets and spades and everything else a family of five needed for a day at the beach. And of course whatever toys Mike had packed into a special slut bag. Only the males of the family had seen what was inside that one.

The only thing completely different about this load out than any other family, was that the females had carried everything from the motel room to the car and had then stripped naked while the guys supervised. Mike never seemed to tire of watching the girls strip off in public even if it wasn’t likely strangers would see. Kyle seemed to think it was his duty to take pictures as tits, cunts and asses were revealed along with the myriad of facial expressions the girls unconsciously revealed while doing so.

His family archive of pictures and video now included terabytes from months of training and the best of the pictures found their way onto the walls at home in much the same way as his pre-teen artwork used to find its way onto the fridge. Joe had quickly warmed to the idea of seeing the most humiliating pictures stuck to walls around the house and had even had the best of them blown up and professionally framed.

Their family portrait over the fireplace at home had recently been swapped for one that showed Kyle, Joe and Mike standing over a naked and collared Sugar and Honey while the two sluts had demonstrated their latest tricks for Philbert. Kyle had been proud that he’d masterfully edited Philbert’s thumb out of the corner of the picture.

Philbert wasn’t nearly as good as Kyle at taking pictures yet all of them had enjoyed some facet of the result, whether it was the goofy expressions on the girls’ faces, the marks on their bodies, the poses they’d assumed or the pleasure on the faces of the family males. That one portrait still seemed to humble and yet inspire the girls when they saw it.

“You cunts are going to be on your best behavior on this beach and I won’t hesitate to punish you right out in front of anyone who wants to watch if you screw up. If they ask why you are being punished you will be honest with them. Is that understood?” Mike asked his wife and daughter.

“Yes Master, if we misbehave we will receive an immediate correction. If anyone wants to observe, we will not make them feel like they are intruding. We will gladly tell them why we are being corrected and thank them for understanding how important discipline is to us,” Honey verbalized her understanding.

The girls were expected to be explicit whenever possible in their responses when they were asked questions. Honey knew this was a standing rule and Mike had made it clear that the rules on vacation would not change.

Once he was satisfied that Sugar understood as well, he told them to both load up. The girls started to rise out of their puppy positions to load the vehicle. Mike chuckled and told them that they would need to load the car the way they did before they left on vacation.

Sugar groaned at the tedious instruction even though she had done it many times. Mike enthusiastically punted his daughter squarely between her legs and kicked her bald cunt. Sugar was shocked initially but endured the pain when her dad’s shoe connected with her clit.

“Dad! Don’t kick muh dog!” Kyle smirked as he made an inside joke of pretending to talk with a southern accent. He calmly explained and demonstrated that doggies get disciplined with firm smacks to their buttocks, “like this!”

Kyle played the bongos on his older sister’s butt cheeks to discipline her. It didn’t hurt her but it made her distinctly aware that the longer they took, the greater the chance they’d be discovered in this humiliating position in the motel parking lot.

Once the guys were satisfied both girls sufficiently understood their place in the family pecking order and how they were expected to load the RAV4, Mike again gave the order for them to begin.

Honey yipped excitedly. Mike was sure he heard relief in his wife’s puppy-speak. She STILL had issues being nude in public although doing so also still turned her cunt into a faucet.

With Honey officially in puppy mode, she couldn’t carry their stuff to put it into the rear hatch of the RAV4 with her hands, so it was Sugar that had to do most of the heavy lifting. Honey could only pick up the bags with the beach toys, the picnic hamper and the second bag with sunscreen and stuff in it, using her teeth.

They were frequently trained not to use their hands around the house and they both knew that this would be expected even though they dreaded the tedious chore – they didn’t complain.

Still, she moved as quickly as she could on the rough blacktop parking lot surface. She even remembered to keep her nipples in contact with the ground and scrape the sensitive and engorged nubs as she moved.

Once everything was loaded in the cargo area, the females were allowed to climb in. There was very little room for them in addition to everything Mike had decided they’d need, so they couldn’t ride while kneeling on hands and knees. They had to top-and-tail in the small amount of space left, with Sugar on the bottom and Honey’s ass pressed against the rear glass as if she meant to moon anyone who looked at the car from behind.

The family had been pulled over occasionally by police. The few times it had happened, they were able to negotiate the ticket into a warning when the girls offered blowjobs to the law enforcement official.

So far they’d been very lucky that the police officers who’d pulled them over had all been males and interested in hot girls. They planned to deal with a prudish, a female or a gay cop the way they had since Honey began serving - by apologizing and temporarily covering up. Still, truckers frequently honked their horns and followed their vehicle for hours on the highway.

Sugar swiped her tongue down Honey’s cunt, just to get a reaction from her mother once they were in a Horizontal 69 position in the backseat on top of much of the gear they’d loaded. Honey squirmed enthusiastically. She and her daughter were expected to eat each other out on command but only with permission and under supervision.

They would both get in trouble if the guys caught the two of them fooling around in this disgusting parking lot. Most of the people that would stay at a cheap motel like this were probably prostitutes and drug addicts themselves so Mike didn’t expect there would be many early risers.

“Do that again and I’ll fart on your face!” Honey threatened quietly, hoping that no one else heard her speak. The girls had to be polite to everyone including strangers. The one exception was how they dealt with each other.

They were now on an equal footing in slave training. Sugar initially didn’t have the same rules and limits as her mother. She quickly demanded that there wasn’t anything her mother could do that she couldn’t or wouldn’t. Sugar had been trying to prove that to be true for weeks now and had surprisingly embraced her training regime more thoroughly than anyone had expected.

Honey’s ass was pressed against the back window in the most awkward of ways. She was not as freaked out about the prospect of being naked in her car as she was about going someplace like the beach, because she felt safer in the confines of the vehicle.

Some people don’t like to do new things because new things scare them. Honey isn’t like that because she knows fear and excitement release the same chemicals in her system. She’s not so scared anymore about riding around in the car naked because she’s done it a lot. Although she’d been naked outside a lot too, the seedy motel was a new and “untested” place and that scared her because she had no idea how people would react. She loved it and hated it in equal measure, just like Sugar.

Kyle had already donned his headphones and Joe was in the driver’s seat with Mike in the passenger seat checking out his phone to find a place for them to stop and get breakfast. Joe was fastidiously ensuring the car was ready to safely roll - checking the mirrors, ensuring the indicators worked and flipping the headlights on even though they really wouldn’t be needed.

He still felt a little intimidated having his dad in the passenger seat but Mike had insisted that Joe should drive. It used to be his mother’s car but she had surrendered that when she became Honey, just as she had done with her privacy, pride and authority as his parent.

Kyle popped off his headphones when a thought occurred to him. “If either of you two could be normal for this vacation would you want that?” he asked.

He frequently asked them questions like that. In the past they would have ignored his hypothetical what-if questions and talked over him or would have been condescending to him. Sugar and Honey knew they now had to take him seriously and answer his questions fully or face the immediate consequences. Their submission had made things far more harmonious around the house ever since it began.

Honey yipped and barked and Kyle had to give her permission to speak normally so he could understand her.

“No Mister Kyle, I would not. This is my new normal now. I am grateful you tolerate the two of us continuing our training during your vacation and don’t see it as an embarrassing distraction. I exist to serve and riding like this helps keep me in line. If I had two weeks off from it to return to Karen I would return to my old ways and then I’d have to struggle to transition back to Honey when it was all over. It was very painful for me initially to give up my old ways and accept daily training. It would not be worth any short-term comforts to lose everything I’ve gained living in restraint,” Honey smiled submissively as she breathed into her daughter’s open pussy flaps.

“You know we must be truthful at all times, Mister Kyle,” Sugar’s submissive tone was laced with sarcasm. It was something she said she couldn’t help and it was just her natural way of talking. It was often difficult to tell when she was patronizing her little brother or being honestly submissive, even for her.

“If I was permitted to choose, I would take one day as Claire so I could visit Disney World,” she cooed in pleasure at the thought. It had been her dream to visit Disneyworld again. She hadn’t been to the theme park in Orlando since she was very little and Kyle had never been there.

“You have a chance about as fat as your ass of returning to Claire until you’ve fully learned your lesson, Sugar,” Mike twisted in his seat and reached his big, meaty hand into the back of the car to slap a random tit, showing he was listening too.

“Please, Master? What about just a juicy delicious cheeseburger covered with bacon instead?” Claire’s voice didn’t hide her intense desire for a cheeseburger of her own. “It would be so nice to eat something that was all my own and not a leftover, covered in cum, that someone has likely farted on,” she chuckled.

She said that she and her mother had both done everything they were told and deserved a treat. Her mother said nothing and silently inhaled her daughter’s musky pussy odor while keeping her nose touching her daughter’s labia.

Diet had been a big part of the transition for Sugar and Honey. They were used to eating anything they wanted when they wanted, before they began their submission. Mike had them on a strict regimen where they only ate under supervision, out of a dog bowl whenever possible.

Their food consisted of leftovers mixed with cum. The boys frequently stepped on the food or threw it on the floor and even farted on it before they let the girls eat but that wasn’t done out of cruelty. The guys didn’t consider themselves as being cruel to the girls, just thoroughly keeping up their end of the deal.

The girls had asked for this treatment and both fully understood what they were agreeing to endure, before they had asked for it. There was often some good natured teasing but the girls understood that for them to fully accept their new role, they had to live it in every aspect of their lives with even the most mundane chores or tasks. There was nothing mundane about their meals anymore.

After a short drive to the beach, the parking lot was almost completely empty. There were a total of three vehicles inhabiting the lot, their owners probably having arrived before sunrise so that they could sit on the beach and get the first peek at the sun rising over the ocean. For a moment, Mike regretted not getting the family moving earlier so that he too could have enjoyed watching daybreak with his wife and family.

He mentally shrugged and consoled himself with the fact that this was a vacation and his boys were entitled to a sleep in.

Sugar whispered to her mother once the guys had stepped out of the RAV/4. “You lying bitch! You would totally love to have a fucking cheeseburger. Why didn’t you back me up with Dad?” she asked.

“Yes, I WANT a cheeseburger but what we want doesn’t matter anymore,” Honey sighed.

The lesson about putting their desires before others was one they both struggled with but it had been reinforced daily for Sugar and she still wasn’t fully embracing it.

“We don’t deserve a cheeseburger of our own. Asking for one just proves to your father that you aren’t really ready for this,” she said as the two girls untangled their bodies in the back of the car.

“Fuck that, you just want to be the only naked bimbo on the trip,” Sugar lifted her head and planted one last big wet kiss on her mother’s pussy before they closed their legs and separated. “I do get what you are saying. They asked me to be honest so I was honest,” Sugar admitted.

“There is a first time for everything,” Honey teased her daughter. The two were very alike in many ways and they shared the same sarcastic sense of humor. Honey was just getting better at only expressing it when the two of them were alone. The gallows humor they shared often made their punishments and training much easier for the two of them to accept and deal with.

Honey had initially not wanted her daughter to join her in training. She didn’t think Claire could handle it and was underestimating what it took to submit. She was realizing her daughter was far more resilient than she’d imagined. Sugar was also stubborn when she made up her mind to do something. Sugar’s participation had made it easier for Honey to accept her treatment because they both shared the burden of service and could commiserate together so in one sense, Sugar’s service was the second-best thing to happen to her after sharing her dream with Mike.

Joe reached into the car and popped the hatch from the driver’s seat and Honey just about fell out of the back of the RAV4. Her butt had been pressed tightly against the hatch so Sugar could breathe properly, not that she thought Sugar had appreciated her efforts.

Honey backed out of the cargo area of the RAV4 and assumed her position on the ground. This time sand, pebbles and pieces of shell were on the ground to ensure she couldn’t get comfortable on her knees. At least at this time of day, the ground wasn’t scorching hot too, she thought to herself.

“Ouch! Shit, something BIT me!” This time it was Sugar’s turn to complain when she too knelt.

“Mosquitoes? They say mosquitoes are attracted to spoiled fish,” Mike said helpfully as he rounded the back of the vehicle.

“You should like mosquitoes, Sis! You’d finally have tits!” Joe laughed about his sister. Claire’s tits had blossomed recently and while not nearly as large as her mother’s she had a respectable set of C-cup jugs swinging on her chest. It was still easy for her older brother to tease her about her tits never sprouting like he used to when she was younger.

“Har-de-har-har, Sir,” Sugar replied deadpan. It’s these shells! Jeez, remind me never to complain when I have to kneel on rice at home, anymore.”

“Well, this IS a beach. I think you’ll find your share of shells here. Tell you what. Why don’t we get this day off to a fun start before you set up the beach camp? Since this is a vacation, I’d say it’s important for you two to provide the entertainment. Maybe whoever drove these other cars here will return and get a laugh too,” Mike suggested before ordering the females into the pretzel position.

Mike had created several one word commands for his wife and eventually his daughter to obey. They had to learn to master those and execute them without hesitation. He had also created several positions they could perform together.

The pretzel position is where the females link arms with each other’s legs and bend themselves around each other to form a human pretzel. Neither had been made to do it outside before and it was clear from their hesitation that neither of them was particularly excited at the idea of doing it where strangers could potentially happen upon them.

Still with a little nervous giggling and the fear they would be punished, the two eventually did as they were told. Mike nearly had to remind them both to open their eyes so they could see anyone who stopped by to watch but they got there by themselves. Both knew they were expected not to hide by keeping their eyes closed.

Mike also frequently gave his wife and daughter what he called an affirmation. It usually involved putting them into a humiliating position like this one and a generous application of pain. It was a daily ritual that involved asking them questions and expecting detailed answers. The questions ranged from what they were learning, to describing their shortcomings. Affirmations always ended with the expectation that the girls would thank the men for putting up with them and giving them the affirmation.

Mike never wanted his sons to feel guilty about having to deny their mother and sister privacy and treat them like slaves. He frequently made the girls show their appreciation for the men as opposed to the other way around.

Mike didn’t want to beat the girls in the parking lot at the beach. He thought strangers might think he was abusing them. Instead, he planned to ask a simple question of his daughter.

Kyle made the most of the opportunity of seeing his mother and sister on the ground out in the open all tangled up like they’d just a failed game of twister by pulling out his phone and snapping a bunch more pictures and a video clip.

Once he was satisfied that the girls were sufficiently reminded of their place he allowed them to separate again. As they got back into their ready position, Kyle reviewed the pictures he’d taken.

“Hey look dad, see Honey? She looks like a monkey in this picture!”

Kyle showed his dad the picture he was referring to. He’d managed to accidentally catch a shot of his mom in such a way that it looked like her nose was mostly nostrils and her hair fell in such a way that the shadows made her look like she had a huge forehead. While it was still obviously Honey, the picture made her look like an absolute freak and it cracked them both up to see it.

“I have GOT to do some monkey training!” He promised his father with a laugh. He then showed Sugar and Honey the picture and watched his mother blush even more.

“Eek, eek, eek!” Sugar laughed, imitating a chimpanzee. “Honey needs a banana!” She was just grateful the picture hadn’t captured her looking like that.

When he’d recovered from his laughter, Mike turned his attention to Claire. “Sugar, tell me again about the first time you convinced Kyle to train you. That story never gets old!” he laughed again, already feeling like this was the best vacation ever.

He squirted some suntan lotion on the girls hands and told them to rub each other down thoroughly. “Assholes, cunts, tits and the rest of your filthy little bodies need to be fully covered. It should get hot today!” he promised them.

He’d decided that since the family was at the beach, it’d be nice to start the day with a lighthearted reminder of what brought them to this day and Sugar’s tale was as good as any place to begin. It would have to do until he found a place to give them a regular affirmation.