Chapter 2

It was a warm sunny day even though the Atlantic water was cold. The beach was clothing optional but it didn’t mean that everyone on the beach chose to be nude. There were topless women and people in typical bathing suits as well. There were already a dozen or so families or couples at the beach. They were obviously tolerant of nudity though, as everyone was aware through posted signs that this remote section of beach was clothing optional.

The girls were used to being naked at home and even flashing in public. They were not used to being openly naked on a sandy beach. Mike left them feeling exposed and vulnerable while he walked with his sons along the beach a short distance away. Both females were left with the mens’ other gear, wearing only matching metal collars around their necks.

It seemed to Honey that being practically as naked as every other person in sight should have made this easier for her. Even then, she had considered begging to be handcuffed or tied up in some way so that everyone could more easily recognize she was in service because she knew instinctively that people saw what they expected to see and most wouldn’t equate a simple steel collar with service.

Honey and Sugar were each on what Kyle playfully called, their ‘perch’. The perches were replica road cones about a fourth the size of real road cones and they were penetrating the sluts’ asses. Each slut was allowed to squat on the cones but the longer they squatted, the further the cone would penetrate the slut’s ass and the closer that ass got to the sand below their widely spread thighs as the girls legs became tired from squatting in such an uncomfortable position.

People passing by might think they were sitting on low seats and in a way they were, just a seat that went up their asshole instead of a platform for their butt cheeks to press against. Each of them was required to keep their back straight, their tits out and their piss flaps parted. Anyone wandering by could look right into their cunts and anyone would see how wet they were. What was harder to tell at a glance was that the sluts weren’t actually sitting on seats. Mike had instructed them to hold their butt cheeks and not let them go until he returned. The girls frequently sat in this uncomfortable manner at home and it had taken hours of practice to become used to enduring this awkward and humiliating position.

Mike told his slaves they were in ‘Low Protocol’, which meant they could talk to each other casually and address people politely if they approached the pair.

One thing made their situation not so bad. At least they were on a nude beach and their nudity by itself was not an issue. On the other hand, it felt to Sugar like they were flaunting the fact that they had road cones penetrating their assholes, which increased her humiliation tenfold.

Sugar surveyed the beach camp they’d just finished erecting. She hoped her Masters and Mister Kyle wouldn’t ignore her for too much longer. They’d taken a stroll down the beach and left her and Honey on display like mannequins in a shop window. Her thighs were already burning and still she felt the cone slip a little deeper into her stretched ass.

“What’s the point of this, mom?” Sugar asked Honey after a moment’s silence. She knew being called ‘mom’ bothered Honey as much as Honey calling her Claire. “I mean what’s the point of being naked just like everyone else here?”

“You feel less special?” Honey grinned at her daughter, knowing what she was really asking.

“No, I mean yes, I mean I don’t want to go back to the way things were and I know that being naked is a constant reminder of my place. But here, everyone’s swinging in the breeze. No one’s even hovering over me, supervising, not that I mind or anything,” Claire said defensively.

Honey looked at Sugar and replied, “We still have to carry ourselves tits out, butt up, shoulders back and our ass holes should be visible when we walk or kneel. Our cunt lips should always be parted so we stand out as objects even amongst the naked. Don’t kid yourself, slut. Our Masters are keeping a close eye on us even while they’re pretending not to be. Go on, you can reach it. Open the cooler and dig out a can of soda. See if they really are ignoring you.”

Claire considered it for a brief moment. She had only been in training for a month and a half and she still had a strong mischievous and willful side. She decided against attempting to take a soda for herself. She wasn’t afraid of being punished. She liked being spanked. She was concerned she’d let her brothers and father down. She wasn’t used to being concerned about their feelings and it made her uncomfortable but strangely happy that she could admit these new feelings to herself.

“Nah, Master D would probably be disappointed with me for taking something I am not entitled to have, Mom,” she said.

Her father liked her to call him Master D now that she was serving. Sugar used to call him Daddy instead of Dad when she was trying to manipulate him, before her training ever began. He had decided to disarm her use of that term by requiring her to call him by that title if she didn’t address him as Sir or Master D in public.

“You’re learning,” Honey chuckled when it became obvious Sugar wasn’t going to take her dare.

“I don’t want one right now. Anyway, there aren’t any bathrooms out there,” Claire agreed with a lemony smirk.

Sugar was of course joking with Honey. Bathrooms were for free people. The girls were trained to squat and piss and shit in their backyard. They were always supervised and were expected to squat over a toilet if they were using public restrooms. They were denied even the simple pleasure of alone time sitting on a toilet seat.

They were also trained to drink piss in their food bowls and both women were used to drinking the guys’ piss by now. It wasn’t Sugar’s favorite thing but she had insisted she would do anything her mother would do when she first started training and so she had.

Sugar remembered the first time she had been told to kneel in front of her father to be piss trained. They were on the back porch near the hot tub and she was kneeling on the tile flooring. Her brothers and mother were watching from inside the house. It had only been about six weeks ago but she had been a quick study and very willing to prove herself.

Mike ordered her to take his cock out of his pants with just her mouth. She unzipped him and took his dick, holding it in her mouth the way she had practiced. She had seen her mother drink piss but until she tasted it she had no idea how demeaning it would feel to be used as a personal urinal. She waited until he was ready to use her face. He’d eventually treated her to a full stream of his piss and made her swallow it, but he’d teased her first.

Her brother Kyle giggled. Joe watched with a small smile, both of them knowing what was about to happen. They’d been warned of what was coming so they could decide for themselves if they wanted to be somewhere else. Kyle couldn’t wait and Joe wanted to see if his dad was pushing too hard, too fast. At that time, Mike’s plan had been to provide her a hell week of submission.

She’d agreed to serve for a week, just like her mother. It was something she volunteered to do after she had been caught experimenting with submission on her own. Sugar had already experienced dominating men online, by making fun of them. It was something she had stumbled upon by accident but found she was naturally quite good at.

She had eventually turned to experimenting with the submission side out of curiosity and a genuine desire to stop feeling like a cruel bitch who did nothing but use and hurt other people. Mike really didn’t expect his daughter to continue through the entire week but he’d committed to try and educate her on the core fundamentals of BDSM. He had already tested her with pain, humility and other aspects of service but she thrived on those and wanted more.

He didn’t want to push her into a life of servitude or cause her any psychological issues by using her as a fuck doll, however the more he initially held back, the more disobedient she seemed to act and the more her smart-assed old personality would shine through. In just days, she’d become quite a challenge to him. He began wanting to see if he could make her quit before he seriously took her down the same path he’d travelled with his wife. Mike was testing his daughter’s resilience and willingness to obey him.

He’d already found that ordering Sugar to service him with any of her holes had not made her quit. She really seemed to embrace the idea that sex with her father or brothers, or anyone else for that matter, was simply part of her training and she hadn’t even tried to ask for limits to her sexual use. While other girls her age were experimenting with heavy petting and the occasional hand or blowjob, Sugar was taking a full-sized cock in her ass. He knew if she did this today, there’d be no turning back for him.

“You’re naked at my feet, Sugar. I could fuck your mouth from here or I could whip your tits. But no, today, I’ve got something else in mind. Today we’re going to see how you deal with being turned into an object. You are going to be a useful object for the family today. Are you ready to be my urinal?” Mike moved back a half step, pulling his flaccid cock from his daughter’s mouth.

“Yes Master Daddy, although you don’t have to ask me if I’m ready. Just tell me what you want me to do. I agreed to this and we both know that nothing you make me do is really going to stop me being a bitch at the end of the day. So just do whatever you plan to, Daddy,” Sugar could hear the impatient whine in her own voice and it annoyed her as much as being asked if she was ready to be treated how she’d begged to be treated in the first place.

Mike ignored her trying to tell him that he was ‘allowed’ to proceed. He knew she still had a long way to go before she could appreciate she was even doing that. “Then shut your eyes, slut,” Mike had ordered.

Sugar thought that he was going to do something he didn’t want her to see and that just pushed her buttons even more. “Just do it already! Jeez, I’m not five anymore, Daddy!” she complained.

Mike didn’t argue with her. Nor did he hesitate a moment longer. He aimed his dick at the bridge of her nose and began to piss on his own daughter’s pretty face. His salty piss hit her directly in her eye and she nearly fell over, she was so shocked. But she shut her eyes and tried harder to stay still while he pissed on her, the piss that had hit her eye really burning.

“Open your mouth, slut!” Mike demanded, then started directing his spray at her lips.

He already had his cane in hand, expecting to have to use it on her. The cane wasn’t quite necessary. A moment later, Sugar parted her lips and a moment after that, she relaxed her jaw. She felt the first stream of her father’s urine enter her mouth and she had to fight her gag reflex to keep her lips parted and not hurl on him.

It was harder to do than anything she’d ever had to do before but she did it! Mike filled her mouth with his salty piss and she held it there while he continued to move his stream southward, down her neck and onto her tits. Eventually he emptied his bladder and the flow stopped. Sugar was a piss-covered slut with a mouthful of the stuff. She didn’t know if she was allowed to spit it out now or not. Mike answered her unasked question.

“Swallow it!” He demanded as if annoyed that she hadn’t already.

Sugar’s eyes popped open and although she really couldn’t see out of one of them, she was able to focus on her father enough to realize he wasn’t joking. He really wanted her to swallow his piss! She closed her mouth on the piss sitting on her pallet and her nostrils flared as she tried to relax her throat enough to swallow. Her father just looked impassively at her as if expecting her to suddenly spit out his piss and flee.

She gulped and the mouthful of urine drained down her throat. It took a moment to realize she wasn’t going to suddenly die from swallowing piss but when she did, she felt triumphant! She’d done it! She’d swallowed piss without freaking, throwing up or anything! The taste was absolutely disgusting but she’d done as she was told. It gave her a sense of achievement unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

“I’m sorry for not closing my eyes when you told me to Daddy,” she said when she found her voice. “I needed that training. I hated it too, but I did it, didn’t I?” she asked, fishing for validation.

“Eventually, yes, slut. You still need to learn to drink piss without spilling a drop though. Today was just to show you that your mouth is useful for something more than taking cocks and thanking their owners. After you’ve cleaned my cock you will crawl to both Joe and Kyle and offer your mouth for them to piss in too. They might not want to immediately but they need to understand that you need them to, some time today. It doesn’t much matter if they agree, just that you beg them to. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy. My mouth is for taking cocks, thanking my betters and now, for swallowing their piss too. I have to ask Mister Kyle and Master Joe if they will piss in my mouth before this evening, even if they choose to refuse my offer,” Sugar said somewhat breathlessly, hating the idea as much as loving the feeling of telling her father she’d do it.

Mike altered his plan a little and made Sugar crawl out into the backyard after he’d finished pissing on her. He thought his sons might not want to get someone else’s piss on them. Sugar was dripping everywhere. She thought he was going to hose her off but instead, he left her out in the sunshine to dry as if she was a pair of damp swimming trunks. Mike left her like that, out in the sun, for nearly 20 minutes. By the time he called her back inside, she was nearly asleep in position and long since sun-dried.

Her skin felt hot and burned, as if the piss on her had accelerated the tanning process. Before she’d submitted, Claire had avoided the sun for the most part. Sugar didn’t recall ever having spent so much time out in the sun at one time before, especially nude. If it had been a sunny day any other time, Claire would have been covered head to foot in clothing to ensure the sun never touched bare skin. Now her creamy white skin was already beginning to show freckles she was sure had never existed before,

Since that day, Sugar and Honey had competed for the opportunity to swallow piss. They routinely took turns being the family urinal and the boys rarely if ever bothered to walk the girls all the way to the bathroom. The girls also drank their own piss mixed into every meal. They quickly became used to taking full piss showers all over their bodies. On the way down to Florida, the guys pissed into Mountain Dew cups and the girls drank them in the backseat of the car, which saved a couple of extra pit stops.

Honey seemed to enjoy being a piss whore more than Sugar - Sugar still found the act of swallowing urine the most degrading thing she could be made to do and she still had to force herself not to gag - yet she still got the same thrill from doing it as she’d received that very first time. Honey seemed to focus more on mentally categorizing the taste of the piss.

Honey had once remarked that Joe’s piss had the weirdest taste but that was probably due to the supplements he took. Kyle’s tasted almost like plain water but then he was ALWAYS tanking water whenever he could. Honey and Sugar’s piss, in Sugar’s opinion, was REALLY the strongest but then none of the males in the household received an additional portion of their daily fluids in the form of piss, like Honey and Sugar did.

Now, squatting on the beach with a cone up her ass and a collar around her neck, Sugar couldn’t help but smile at the joke she’d made about using the bathroom. “I wish I had mentioned needing to piss. Now it is all I can think about,” she squirmed uncomfortably on the orange cone she had impaled her asshole on. She pressed her butt cheeks closer to the sand to get her mind off of the idea that she’d probably be expected to squat on the beach and piss out in public view like a dog.

Mike, Joe and Kyle had walked down the beach about a hundred yards. Not far enough that they lost sight of the girls, but far enough that Mike and Joe could have a quiet discussion and Kyle could check out the surf, without the girls overhearing any conversation. The guys were still able to keep their eye on the sluts, something Mike had drilled into his boys on numerous occasions. Each of them knew that Honey and Sugar would make the most of any opportunity to squander unsupervised time even when they had very specific tasks to attend to.

“What do you think about Sugar, Joe?” Mike asked when he was satisfied his voice wouldn’t carry back to them.

“What do you mean? She’s Sugar. About the same as Honey, dad,” Joe replied in confusion. Joe had been forced to make changes in his own view of the world when his mom had announced she was going to be his father’s naked slave, six months ago. He’d had to let go of the woman his mother was and create a special category in his mind for the slut she became. To him, she was more of an ‘it,’ now. She had three fuck holes and an ability to fetch and carry.

Four months after that, Sugar had been created as the antithesis of his sister Claire. A couple of weeks after that his sister had officially taken on the identity of a second painslut whore for the family to deal with as if one in the family wasn’t enough. Sometimes Joe wished he hadn’t dared her to try it but mostly now, it was as if she’d always been Sugar and never Claire. Joe freely indulged his dark side with both of them equally these days while considering himself as being part of the best, most loving family in the world.

“I mean do you think she occasionally regrets submitting or would you say that on the whole, these days she’s happier than she’s ever been?” Mike searched for a way to better explain his question.

“She’s being treated like a grownup, dad! What sixteen year old doesn’t want to be treated like an adult? She gets to fuck and suck anything that moves without worrying about being caught by her outraged parents and she’s finally begun applying herself to SOMETHING. Even her grades have improved, although I don’t really get that bit. It’s like she actually remembers what she hears at school now instead of letting school float over her head while she giggles and snickers with her stupid friends. She’s always been smart, dad, but it’s like now she’s finally realized it’s okay to be smart and be a slut at the same time. If anything, I bet she wishes she’d submitted years ago,” he summarized. “Why? Don’t you think so too?”

“No, I agree with you, Joe. But what about Honey? She knows that on this vacation, the plan is to make her fully mine. What’s that going to do to Sugar when she doesn’t get to become owned too?”

“Ahhh! Shit, I’ve never thought about that before. So are you going to claim her too, just to keep her happy?”

“That’s what I’ve been asking myself. Honestly, I doubt it. I want to show Honey she’s owned. She has a place with me for the rest of her life. More of a place than she had as just my wife. Sugar has the same opportunity too if she wants it, but you said it. She’s sixteen. In a year or two she might meet mister right. Who knows what will happen? Maybe she’ll want to give all this up and live a vanilla lifestyle. I’d still be very happy for her if she did. I love her, Joe, but I’m not IN love with her. Apart from anything else, she is and will always be, my daughter. When I brand Honey as mine, I don’t want to do the same to Sugar. I just don’t know how to break that to her without ruining everything.”

“Well you could talk to her and find out what she thinks but she’s just going to be pissed no matter what if she thinks her mom’s getting something she’s not.”

Kyle came running back from the water’s edge. “It looks so nice out there but it’s cold!” Kyle paused a moment. “What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, realizing that Joe and his dad looked so serious.

“No! You haven’t done anything wrong,” Mike insisted then filled Kyle in on what they’d been talking about.

“She still wants to lie, manipulate and be nasty to people but she is learning there are consequences. It’s bliss for us but I think she truly sees the point of discipline and is thriving.” Kyle pointed out. I think she likes herself more now.”

“You really sound so sure, Kyle. Maybe she’ll prove us wrong and be pretending to do this as some sort of goof,” Joe laughed. “I can still imagine her one day standing up and telling us she’s had enough. Our treatment of her hasn’t worked at all and she’s still the same as she ever was on her worst day. It’d certainly be a good joke on us!”

“I think we turned that corner a month ago. The fact she submits without threatening to quit even if she mutters and grumbles, tells me she is getting something more out of this than just a few jollies. She could get those whenever she wanted,” Kyle sounded more mature than Mike had ever heard the boy who loved puppies and had talked for days about building sand castles.

“So what are you going to do, dad?” Joe could see Mike had made up his mind.

“I’m going to see what those boys want,” he said, nodding his head towards a trio of boys down the beach, walking towards the sluts.

“Hey,” one of the boys said when he got close to Sugar who was still squatting in the sand next to Honey. He waved awkwardly at the pretty girl. It was obvious he was nervous about approaching the naked women.

“Hello, Sir,” Sugar replied, not letting go of her butt cheeks.

Usually she’d have a lot more to say when a boy tried to initiate a conversation with her but other than a cowboy hat to shade his eyes, this boy was naked and he didn’t seem to care that his junk was hanging out as he walked. The casual way he was naked put her off balance. She struggled with the protocol standards she was training to follow.

Her father had created three protocol standards for the girls to follow; high, low and goof. The high protocol was used at home and in places where everyone already knew what role the girls were to play. The goof protocol was for use when they were in public and wanted to entertain others without going into detail about their lifestyle. Usually the goof protocol would only be used on a single person, such as their neighbor back home. Afterwards, the recipient of the goof protocol could tell his friends and they’d probably think he was making everything up.

Mike had placed the girls in low protocol before he left them on the beach on their perches. Low protocol still required them to behave politely and kept them in a submissive mindset but without the requirement of calling anyone ‘Master’. They would have to hold their ass cheeks while they sat on the perch as the boys approached. Sugar tried not to blush as she looked up at them. She was expected to make eye contact when people were speaking to her. It was something so intimate and personal that she often struggled with it more than she did drinking piss.

One of his buddies had shorts on but the third was nude too and Sugar found herself attempting to see if he actually HAD a dick hiding within his mass of black pubic hair. To her, it looked more like his knob was attached directly to his groin. There was no length to dangle yet he didn’t seem to care. Claire could not have kept her mouth shut. Sugar on the other hand, just bit her lip and ignored the temptation to make a joke about the size of his package.

The girls were completely shaved and their cunt lips were spread wide, completely exposing the wet pink inside. The boys noticed immediately and made no secret that they were staring up inside the women’s parted cunt lips.

“Ma’am,” the boy nodded to Honey but otherwise ignored her. “We’re looking for a fourth and we were wondering if you wanna play?” The spokesman asked.

Sugar and Honey passed a glance between themselves. Mike had obviously done a better job of setting them up to be obvious sluts than they’d imagined.

Honey bit her lip and didn’t reply to his greeting other than to say hello back. It seemed to her that for whatever reason, the boy wasn’t interested in including her in his invitation to play and his greeting was no more than acknowledgement of her presence. She WANTED to tell him she wasn’t a ma’am but decided to keep quiet instead.

Still, she blushed a little when she thought about being unworthy to be invited to play when she’d been publicly serving twice as long as Sugar.

“Wow! Really, Sirs? We could use the tent if you want?” She replied trying to look sexy while mentally congratulating herself for winning again against Honey - with all three boys, too!

“Huh? Have you got a ball in there?” The teen asked in more apparent confusion than he should, considering he was talking to a teenage girl with a road cone up her ass and a steel collar around her neck.

“We’ve got all sorts of toys!” Sugar replied just as Mike, Joe and Kyle returned. She obviously thought the boys were expecting to have sex with her and maybe her mother too. She was now very used to being thought of as an object whose only purpose was providing sexual pleasure.

“Hi guys. Can you believe this is March? I’d be wearing an overcoat right now, back home!” He laughed.

“I know! I’m from Michigan and these two are locals but my folks come here every winter. I didn’t mean to interrupt but I was hoping for a fourth so we could all have some fun,” He replied. “Is this your daughter, Sir?” He asked respectfully.

“She sure is,”Mike said, sounding very proud. “That’s Honey and she’s Sugar. I’m Mike, and these are my sons, Joe and Kyle. What do you guys go by?” Mike asked with a smile.

“Honey and Sugar? Are those real names?” The guy in the shorts asked disbelievingly. He then blushed as if he’d accidentally insulted the females. “I mean those are real pretty names,” he corrected himself.

“I’m Derek and this is Al and Moose,” Derek replied, indicating the hairy guy then the guy in shorts.

Introductions made, the three newcomers chatted with the three guys, the girls not saying much although answering any questions directed at them. Sugar fielded a question from Derek about her collar. “Why do you have matching necklaces?” He asked inquisitively.

Sugar nearly choked before realizing he was serious. He’d taken the obvious BDSM collar for a necklace! “It’s the latest craze where we’re from,” she joked before catching herself. “I mean, my mom got one and a few months later, I knew I had to have one too, Sir. They’re not necklaces though. They’re actual collars, like dog collars but made for people who like that sort of of thing around their necks. See, they have locks and everything, Sir,” she showed him the tiny padlocks and explained that Mike held the keys so only he could remove the collars. “It’s a message to everyone who sees them that we’ve given up our free will to someone else.”

“But why would you do that?” Moose asked, trying to imagine ANY reason someone would choose to give up their free will.

“We’re not really very nice people when left to our own devices,” Honey answered. “For example, we don’t like to talk to strangers or go to nude beaches. The only reason I would have even acknowledged your presence would have been to make fun of your shorts, except that the collar reminds me of my place and I’ve learned it’s not my place to judge, Mister Moose,” she admitted.

“It’s not Mister Moose, it’s really Jason, but people tried to make fun of me with that nickname when I moved here from Tampa and it was sorta cool, so ... well even my folks call me Moose now,” he almost boasted. “But you don’t have to be mean to people so why would you?” he asked.

Mike, not really interested in wasting an hour or more of their time at the beach with a demonstration and education session, jumped in. “It’s an alternate lifestyle thing. I would think the question of why, isn’t as important as asking if Sugar and Honey are happy to wear their collars. Doesn’t that sound more important?”

“Yeah! I bet they’re hot in the sun, too!” Derek suggested.

“They are hot, Sir, but I would hate to be without mine anyway,” Honey assured him. She then surprised him by asking if he always wore his watch. “Why do you care what time it is on the beach, Sir?” she asked.

“Well I don’t really. It’s just that I got my first watch when I was ten. My brother got his first cell phone but within a month, he broke it. I still had my watch and my mom said that if I continued to look after it, she’d get me a cell phone for my eleventh. These days my watch connects to my cell,” he said proudly. “My brother is still using a flip phone coz he can’t look after anything!”

“Well our collars remind us that we have someone looking after us, too, Sir. All we have to do is whatever our masters tell us,” she concluded.

“So like you wear them all the time?” Moose asked. “And we’re not sirs you know. Just Derek, Moose and Al,” he reminded her.

“We have to call anyone not wearing a collar Sir or Ma’am, Sir,” Sugar interjected. “It’s just one of our rules. You’re okay with that, aren’t you, Mister Derek?”