Epilogue (Part 1): Familial Bonds

I put the car in park and grab a small bag before stepping out. As I close the door, I reach my arms above my head and stretch to loosen myself up before I head inside. I'm not used to running errands, especially all by myself, but today I made an exception. With how special this is, it just didn't feel right having someone else get it for me...

I won't lie. I feel a bit anxious about what I'm going to do today. I'm not really sure why, I guess it just feels like a big moment. Still, I don't feel quite ready to go in, so I instead take a slight detour. I lock the car and step out of the garage into the open air.

My little walk isn't too long, but it does give me a chance to take in a sight that I still haven't gotten used to. Standing in front of me is a large, pristine house. Well, it's more of a mansion really, but I like to call it a house. Makes it feel more welcoming. Hard to believe I really live in a place like this now. The perfectly-cut lawn, the giant garage that can fit multiple cars, the backyard with a fancy patio and a swimming pool. If you had told me when I was a kid that I would eventually own a mansion, I never would have believed you. And yet, here I am. This is my house. My name is on the deed.

We've only owned this place for a few months now, so I'm still not totally used to living here, but I'm getting there. I will say, all the girls have settled in pretty well. It's been nice to see all of them under one roof. It certainly makes it easier to divide my time more evenly among them, which has been really nice. This place may not be perfect, but no place is. Still, I'm happy with how things have turned out.

Alright, that's enough stalling. I think I'm ready to go in. I walk up the long driveway and make my way to the front door. Just like at the old house, anytime I come home, I like to play Who's Waiting on the Other Side of the Door? Granted, the game's a lot harder when you have over a dozen possible choices, but there are a few that tend to come up pretty frequently. Go ahead and place your bets now, because I'm going in.

As is basically always the case, I find a scantily-clad woman waiting right behind the door as I open it. And when I see who it is that's here to greet me today, I can't help but smile at the sight of her.

"Welcome home, Master. How may I serve you?" My oldest sister Michelle asks seductively.

God, that's a hot outfit. I love seeing her in that little black lingerie set. Of course, I use the term "lingerie" very loosely, as that outfit does absolutely nothing to cover any part of Michelle's body. That's probably why I like it so much. I notice that wrapped around her neck isn't her normal pink collar, but instead a large black one with a matching leash that she is currently playing with as she waits for me to respond. Recently, I got her that and a few other collars to use for various occasions. The pink one is by far her favorite since it marked her officially giving herself to me, but she will wear some of the other ones every now and then. This one in particular she only wears when she's in an especially submissive mood and wants me to be extra rough with her.

Understanding the message she's trying to send me, I walk over, reach my hand around her and give her ass a tight squeeze. She lets out a moan, and as she does, I take the opportunity to grab the leash from her and pull on it. Michelle lets out a content sigh as her eyes glaze over ever so slightly.

"Is this what you were hoping would happen when you got all dressed up like this, ****? That I would treat you like the **** slut you are?" I ask as I reach up and pull one of her nipples.

"Y-yes, Master," Michelle answers before biting her lip.

"I have to say, I do like seeing you like this. Such a good girl, trying to please me," I say, which immediately causes Michelle to start getting excited.

Michelle spends most of her time trying to do whatever she can to make me happy. With the money coming in from some of the other women, she was finally able to quit her job and live as my **** fulltime just like she's wanted to since I first collared her. She's kind of become the unofficial maid of the house, doing a lot of the cleaning and cooking (both of which she has gotten incredibly good at). She's also eager to satisfy me anytime I want, which I take advantage of quite frequently. Overall, she makes it no secret how much she loves her new life. All it takes is a word, and she'll drop whatever she's doing and come running over to show just how ready she is please me.

"Look what I have here, Michelle," I tell her while holding up the bag I brought with me.

"Is that...?" She asks quietly.

"Yep. I was planning on giving it to her now. Would you like to come with me?"

"Yes, Master! I'd love to! I'm sure she'll love it!" My sister exclaims.

Luckily, I'm already pretty sure where I need to go. With Michelle close behind me, I make my way through the house. We don't run into anyone else on our way over, so it doesn't take long before we find ourselves in front of a bright pink door. The only door in the whole house to be painted such a vibrant color, I might add. I open the door and am greeted with the sight of a fully grown woman giggling as she happily jumps up and down on her bed.

It's been really interesting to see how Julia's life has changed these past months. Most obviously, she's completely given up on trying to look mature, instead fully leaning into her youthful appearance. She always wears a decent amount of makeup and her entire closet is filled with frilly dresses in light pastel colors. There's no one in this house who likes to doll themselves up as much as Julia, which I suppose is appropriate, all things considered.

My sister has also lost all interests in going to school. She prefers to stay home and play with anyone who will give her attention (though she prefers my attention above anyone else's, unsurprisingly), or when she can't do that, find some way to cause trouble. That doesn't sound great, but she's mostly harmless, so it's not a huge deal. As for the whole school thing, I can't really blame her all that much, since I basically did the same thing. In fact, the two of us actually dropped out at the same time. Neither of us really had any desire to keep going, and in case the fact that we live in a mansion doesn't make it clear, we're not exactly hurting for money anymore.

Anyway, when Julia realizes I just came in, she quickly stops hopping around on her bed and smiles widely at me.

"Daddy! You're home!" She shouts with glee as she suddenly leaps off the bed towards me.

I catch Julia and spin her around before setting her down and placing a hand on the side of her face. She leans into my touch, happy to receive any amount of contact she can get.

"What did I tell you about jumping on the bed, young lady?" I ask in a stern voice.

"To not to," Julia quietly answers. She then looks me in the eye and grins. "So what? What are you going to do about it?"

I see my sister is in one of her moods again. I move my hand from her face and grab a fistful of her hair, pulling on it slightly as I do.

"Oh, you want a be a bad girl today, do you? I'm gonna make you regret that decision," I threaten.

"Yes, Daddy. I've been so naughty. Please punish me," Julia says in a breathy voice.

As much as I'd love to give my sister a spanking right now, that's not what I came here for. I loosen my hold on her hair, which actually seems to disappoint her.

"I'll have to deal with you a little later. Right now, I'm looking for Liz. Do you know where she is?"

"Huh? I'm not sure..." Julia starts to look around the room. "I was playing with her earlier, but I guess I got distracted, and she must have left."

Dang. I was so sure she'd be here. Liz is by far Julia's favorite person to play with whenever I'm busy.

"I can go find her if you want, Master. I'm sure she's around here somewhere," Michelle volunteers herself, a pretty normal occurrence whenever I have a problem.

"If you could, Michelle, that would be great."

Michelle nods and leaves to go find our mother, but not before I give her a meaty slap on the ass. While she's gone, Julia tells me about her ideas for the next harem game day we have. Every once in awhile, the entire house will do something as a group. A lot of times, it's an orgy, but occasionally it will be something more relaxed like some games or a more traditional party. Not everyone is interested in all of that kind of stuff, so we don't **** people to participate, but they're a fun way to spend time as a group for whoever does want to be there.

Anyway, Julia and I talk for a little bit, with Julia attempting to push my buttons every few sentences in hopes that I'll move her punishment up on my schedule. However, it isn't long before we're interrupted by the sound of someone dashing towards Julia's room. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to guess who that is. A moment later, I see a figure quickly crawl across the floor and jump onto the bed before turning to look at me.

"Ruff rrruff!" Liz barks in excitement. She soon starts to wag her butt and pant loudly as she has a hard time staying still.

"Woah! Calm down, girl! Sit!" I call out.

Liz never really took to any real form of training. She'll come when you call her and do some things like play fetch, but it can be hard to get her to obey commends when she gets riled up. Eventually, though I get her to be somewhat still. As I do, I see Michelle come back into the room.

I wasn't expecting Liz to be in full dog mode when I came home. She was totally normal when I left. Well, normal for her. Liz has been steadily been working more and more dog behavior into her daily life, even when she's not horny. She eats all of her meals out of a dog bowl on the ground (though we still give her regular food), she prefers to sleep at the foot of someone's bed despite the fact that she has her own, and she never wears any clothes anymore.

Because of her level four attribute, everyone sees her as my pet, and loves to grope her whenever they pass by. Luckily, she adores being "pet" and will accept being touched just about anywhere from just about anyone, though it often causes her to get wet if she's not careful. Because of that, she ends up down on all fours barking more than I think she plans. However she doesn't seem to mind that much, so it's not that big of a deal. Plus, whenever that happens, it usually ends with me fucking her from behind, which I know she definitely doesn't have a problem with. Still, I didn't think she'd be this animalistic when I got here. I wasn't gone for that long.

"Alright. Who got Liz worked up?" I ask. Having a feeling I already know the answer, I glance at Julia.

"It wasn't me, Daddy! I swear! She did it herself!" Julia claims.

I look over at Michelle for confirmation, not even attempting to hide the doubt on my face.

"She's actually not lying, Master. I saw Liz touching herself just after you left," Michelle verifies.

Wow. I can't believe Julia isn't the one responsible for this. Anytime Liz goes into heat faster than I expect, it's usually because of Julia. It's a little surprising to hear that Liz was masturbating all on her own. Typically, she lets her arousal build naturally. Well, whatever. It's not like I need her to be human for what I have planned. If anything, it might be more appropriate to have her like this.

"Look here, Liz. I have something for you. Do you want to see?" I ask as I hold up the bag I've been carrying around.

"Arf!" Liz confirms, already starting to become restless again.

I reach into the bag and slowly pull out my little surprise. Liz's eyes light up when she sees a dog collar in my hand with a silver tag in the shape of a heart dangling off of it. The tag shines in the light, with "Liz" etched on it for everyone to see. Julia and Michelle both seem captivated by the cute red band, which just so happens to be Liz's favorite color.

I feel a bit bad for taking so long to finally give Liz her collar, especially considering that Michelle has multiple. However, when I first started looking into it, I realized there's a lot more that goes into choosing pet collars than I initially thought. There's tons of designs and styles for the collar itself, and just as many choices for the tag. I've had so many other things to think about recently, that it just managed to slip through the crack. But not anymore. Today's the day Liz finally gets a collar of her own.

I try to get Liz to settle down again before holding the collar out to put on her. She does her best to stay still, but I can tell she's having a hard time keeping her growing energy back. Michelle runs over and helps me by hold Liz's hair up as I secure the collar around her neck. The second the two of us let go, Liz jumps down off the bed and starts to run around the room, pure joy on her face. She rubs up against all three of her children as we can't help but burst out in laughter.

It's nice to see my whole family in such high spirits. For a while, everything just seemed to keep going wrong. From all the money concerns, to Julia's suspicions, to my mother having trouble grappling with her identity, we were all struggling. But seeing how happy they are now makes it all worth it. Should I have used the remote on my family? No, almost certainly not. But I'm glad I did, because now, we're all closer than we've ever been before.