Chapter 5

Our house smelled of cinnamon and pussy juice. Christmas music was blaring, and the outside was decorated with plenty of lights, just like the inside. My sister Holly was a serving tray. She had a silver tray of pigs in a blanket clipped to her pretty little tits and another tray balanced on a dildo sticking out of her ass.

Many members of my family had flown or drove a long distance to be here, and they were staying with us. Most of them stayed at hotels while they were in town. A few of them brought cages for their wives and daughters and kept them in my room.

Uncle Mike was here with his wife Honey and his daughter Sugar. Sugar was not a submissive the last time she visited. I guess she decided to take the plunge to serve 24/7 completely. Her head was shaved bald, just like her mother. They both had matching butt plugs fashioned with a long lock of the blonde hair from their heads like a horse’s tail. My cousins Joe and Kevin were there too.

Uncle Harlan was there with his wife and Aunt Candy. They had driven all the way to Oklahoma from Florida. Harlan’s wife and Candy were squirting their breast milk into shot glasses for party guests. They mix it with Vodka or Schnapps. It’s a family tradition! Every year different women donate, but the same guys drink it down. It tastes sour to me, but I never got to have it with the alcohol. I am told it is an acquired taste.

My Grandfather was outside, smoking cigars with my Dad. He was very proud of my father. My Grandfather is kind of the Patriarch of the family. My Grandmother is kind of the whore of the family. She doesn’t look like a typical grandmother. She has long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She has enormous fake tits. She also has big metal hoops through her nipples and clit. Unlike my Mother, Grandma Morgan doesn’t have a single tattoo on her body. She looks like any upper-crust classy MILF you might see at a Country Club when she has clothes on. However, she was busy fucking my brothers, cousins, and uncles in the living room. Grandma can take four or five guys at once, and she likes it incredibly rough. She was calling for me to join in and plug her holes several times. I was waiting for Olivia and kept stalling.

It was already 5 p.m., and I told her to be there before then so she could offer to perform at the party to my father. I intended to tell my Dad I had been training her and hope he approved of what I had done. I texted her several times, and Olivia didn’t respond. I started to get worried because that slut ALWAYS had her phone with her.

I even joked that I’d be sending the pictures to her parents if she was planning to chicken out. I thought about it after I sent that text and second-guessed myself. I texted, “I really won’t do that. You asked me to use that as an incentive to perform for me. If you don’t want to be at the party, that is fine – just let me know you are okay.”

I regretted sending that text because it sent a mixed message, but it was already sent. I sent several more texts growing annoyed, concerned, desperately worried. I pictured Olivia getting raped on the way to my house in nothing but a jacket. I wondered if I should have escorted her to the party. I pictured her parents discovering the texts and dirty pictures we traded all week and grounding her for life. I may have been making things worse by texting her.

It was probably five-thirty when my Mom told me there was someone at the door asking for me. She answers the door completely naked with a mistletoe over her nose, pussy (Mistletoe over the camel toe), and asshole and asks if anyone wants a Christmas Kiss or a Christmas Wish. It’s charming, but sometimes people have the wrong house and leave pretty shocked – that’s the funniest times of all.

Olivia was removing her jacket at the door when I walked up. She had no shoes on, and she looked blue in the face. She had dusted off the white fluffy snow and was trying to warm up as she apologized.

“I am sorry, Master. I was shoveling your snow and couldn’t find a shovel. I thought I would be done faster,” she said as she presented herself to me. Her dark nipples were a light blue, and her bald pussy looked like it had a light dusting of frost on it. I smiled warmly at her and hugged her. She reached for her phone to check her messages before hanging up her coat. I told her not to worry about that right now. I was a little ashamed of the many texts I had sent her, and I felt I could deal with that later.

I told her I wanted to introduce her to my father. “Crawl or walk? Sir,” she asked dutifully.

“Crawl,” I was pleased to see Olivia spread her legs wide so that two inches of her clit was sticking out behind her, and her entire asshole was spread before me. She let her tits drag the carpet as she followed me through the house.

My Grandmother looked up with two dicks in her hands, one in her mouth and two in her ass and pussy, and smiled. She raised up a thumb in approval and I knew she understood why I hadn’t joined into her seasonal gangbang.

My Grandfather is a stout man with a gray beard. He regarded me like I was an annoying insect when I joined him and my father outside on the patio. It was cold, and Olivia had not had a chance to warm up yet. I was so excited to introduce them that I didn’t want to wait. She was late, and I’d need time to decide how to suspend or bind her if Dad gave her permission to stay at the party.

“Why are you out here with this girl?” my Grandfather asked.

“She wants to volunteer as a party favor,” I said.

My Dad recognized her as Joy’s friend. He didn’t seem entirely surprised she was crawling, and he looked amused as he stood over her and looked down at her supple body.

“She is about to freeze her tits to the patio, boy. Get this little bimbette inside and tie her up. Men are talking,” my Grandfather waved his pipe dismissively at me.

I felt stupid for interrupting and apologized immediately. I didn’t offer any excuses because my father is not a fan of that. Instead, I took responsibility for rushing her out to see him and let her back inside on my heel.

My father followed me inside and left his Dad outside. “Pompous old douchebag,” he laughed.

I had never heard him say something negative about my Grandfather before. I was a little shocked. I had nothing but respect for him. “I don’t want our relationship to be like that. Show me your plaything, Son.”

I let Olivia demonstrate her puppy play by wiggling her ass and sticking out her tongue. Teddy threw a ball, and Olivia fetched it and dropped it at his feet. My mother seemingly approved of her and licked Olivia’s pussy while they were both on all fours.

“I am her Master,” I finally said after showing how many tricks I had taught her that week.

“I know,” Dad said as if that was obvious.

“You aren’t surprised?” I was puzzled that he had nothing more to say to me than that.

“I saw the way she looked at you when she was first here. I knew you were going to her house every day. I let you borrow my sex toys and handcuffs. You put them back clean. I knew you weren’t going over there to use them on yourself. I am smarter than I look, son,” he winked at me.

“You are the smartest man I know,” I told him. Dad let out a bear-like roar of a laugh that seemed to light up the room. “I learn something new, everyday, son. I don’t have all the answers. I guess it’s natural you think I am brilliant because I taught you everything YOU know, but I didn’t teach you everything I know. The moment I realized I knew a lot less than I thought I did was when I first started my journey being a Master,” he slapped me on the back like I was not just a dumb kid any longer.

Dad let me decide what to do with Olivia. I gave her a place of honor on the buffet table. I tied up her legs spread wide and bound her arms behind her head. I put an apple in her mouth and strawberries in her pussy. I also placed carrots and peanut butter on the table next to her. Olivia started to smirk a little at my little joke. She was perfectly at ease being surrounded by people grabbing from around and off of her naked body. I had prepared her for the fact that my entire family would eventually be nude before the end of the party.

They come in all shapes in sizes. My Aunt Suzi is a Fetish model on Twitter. She has had her tits pulled and shaped into elongated tubes that look almost like hot dogs. They hang down below her pussy, and her nipples are six inches long. Her ass is so huge that she almost looks like a centaur when she is walking. You can literally set a plate down on the top of her butt cheeks. She has huge heavy metal hoops swinging between her cunt lips that drag them down and stretch them out. Her body is covered in tattoos of dicks and erotic imagery. There is no way she can go to the grocery store fully clothed, and people not gawk or stare at her.

She probably has the most unusually shaped body, but there are fat, skinny, tall, short, old, and young at this party. There was probably about thirty people in our house around 8:30 PM. Many of them had started fucking in one of the bedrooms or playing in Dad’s garage. He set it up as a mini-torture chamber to suspend and bind up some of the women.

There are also a couple male submissives in the family. Uncle Albert has a cock cage permanently attached to his cock. I remember when his dick was almost three inches long a few years ago. The cage had shrunk it permanently, so his cock was barely just a set of balls. My Mom still wanted to suck it just to see if it was possible, but his wife wouldn’t permit him to have an orgasm.

I enjoyed myself and talked to family members. Many of them asked me about my slave, and I told them that It was just a temporary thing to help her prepare for the party. They said not to be too sure about that. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I could tell Olivia seemed to enjoy being groped and prodded. I think she did anyway – she had an apple in her mouth the entire time. Spit started to dribble down her pretty chin and drip on to her tits.

“Ho, Ho, Ho,” my Mom greeted another couple at the door. “Who is ready for a Holiday Kiss or a Holiday Wish?” she asked boisterously as she offered her body to whoever dared knock on our door.