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Stephanie’s New Year Part
2 Stephanie Goes Further
Our story begins…
The next morning, Friday, I woke up as I’d been left, arms stretched above my head and secured to the headboard, legs stretched apart and attached to opposite sides of the food of the bed. The vibrator rested in my bikini bottoms, now lifeless. I reeked of dried, sticky pussy juice. My arms and legs ached, having been stretched out all night. The clock on my dresser told me it was 8 in the morning.
I became aware of another sensation. I had to pee. Bad! I called out for Dave, but heard nothing. I called louder. Nothing. My body started shifting around. I wanted to squeeze my legs or cross them. I was afraid I was going to wet the bed. About the time I thought I was going to let loose, Dave showed up at my door.
“I gotta pee NOW!” I said.
He smiled and came over to the bed, starting to remove the cuffs from my ankles.
“Do I hear a please?” he asked, removing the dead vibrator from my crotch.
“Pleeease!” I said.
He then removed the collar and the wrist cuffs and I bolted for the bathroom.
“Take a shower while you’re in there.” he called to me.
I didn’t need any convincing to do that. While I was in the shower, I heard the bathroom door open. I’d locked it, but knew all it took was a small screwdriver or bobbie-pin to open it.
“Get out! What are you doing in here?” I screamed. He ignored me.
“When you get done, I put your change of clothes on the counter… oh, and you get a penalty for locking the door and then yelling at me. That’s not being very respectful.” he said and I heard the door close again.
“Crap!” I thought. I was afraid of that, but wasn’t willing to just let him waltz in and see me naked either. And besides, just how respectful was HE being walking in the bathroom while I was in the shower? And what made him think I wanted to keep playing this stupid tie-up game, anyway?
It was good to feel clean again. It took a little extra warm water and soap to clean up between my legs. As my hands rubbed away the residue of last night’s excitement, I again became aware of how much my pussy was still itching. Dave had gotten me so excited and I still hadn’t had any satisfaction. My fingers dipped through my slit and rubbed my pussy lips. Mmmmm, it felt so good… and I still felt the need to cum.
“You’re not in there being a slut and touching yourself are you?” I heard Dave’s voice on the other side of the curtain. He hadn’t left after all.
“Dave, please get out!” I said as I pulled my hand away from myself.
“When you’re done, I’ll leave, but then you’ll only have two minutes to get dressed and open the door again.”
I hurried up and finished and turned off the water. He passed me a towel over the curtain and I started drying off. As he left, he reminded me of the two-minute limit. When I got out of the shower, I found a very small pile of clothes folded on the counter. As I looked at them, I realized it was the black pleated cotton skirt and a white top with spaghetti straps. When I put it on, I remembered that it was a size too small and was tight across my chest. I noticed that it had also been shortened even more than it was before. It had been cut so it just barely covered my small breasts and left my midriff bare. There was no bra, no panties. The skirt came only a couple of inches below my butt cheeks. I didn’t like the idea of no panties, but at the moment didn’t have a choice. I finished getting dressed and opened the door before the two minutes were up.
I dried and brushed my hair. As I prepared to leave the bathroom, I paused, studying my reflection in the mirror. I wondered what the day would hold for me. Yesterday had been full of wonderful sensations, but lots of humiliation, too. Maybe he’d let me quit this silly game for a while and I could call a friend up and go have some fun without all the embarrassment. On the other hand, I don’t think I’d ever had a more intense day.
Dave was waiting for me on my bed when I arrived in my room. Actually, I’d thought about putting on a pair of panties. That idea was looking less promising with Dave in the room.
He looked up at me and got a big smile on his face. “You look awesome” he said, “sooooo sexy.” His eyes seemed to take me all in, roaming from the top of my freshly cleaned hair down to my toes.
I blushed, but was really tickled by the compliment. He patted the bed next to him and invited me over to sit with him. I did.
Putting his hand on my bare knee, he said, “So, you ready to start your day?”
“I guess. Rather than playing the tie-up game, why don’t we just relax and watch some TV?” I said hopefully. “And you forgot to put panties on the counter, so I still need to finish dressing.”
“Nope” he said, “I didn’t forget anything, and yes, I think we’ll play another day.” he said with a big grin.
“But… I can’t wear a skirt without panties” I said, incredulous… and a little nervous.
“Well… you could always go without the skirt then” he said.
“That’s alright, I’ll keep it” I said.
“Well, now that you’re all clean, let’s get you back in your, ah… jewelry.” and he holds up the dog collar for me.
I decided to be bold. “I thought I’d give the game a rest and call up one of my friends and go do some girl stuff. Would that be okay, Dave?”
“Hmmmmm” he pretended to ponder with a thoughtful finger on his jaw. “Since I’m not supposed to let you out of my sight, that means I would get to put up with two gossipy teenaged girls who probably want to shop or do other really fun stuff,” he said with a yawn. “Or… I can spend a day giving pleasure to my little sister, and kind of tormenting her at the same time. Now… whatever shall we do?”
I could have predicted he wouldn’t be too excited about my hopes. What had I gotten myself in for?
“I think we’ll play with your friends some other time. Now let me see that pretty little neck of yours.”
“Pleeease Dave,” I said as I backed away a little, “I don’t want to play right now.”
“Does someone want a spanking?” he asked with a look of disapproval on his face.
“No, no… I’ll play.” I sat there obediently while he put the collar on me. Then he attached the leash before moving on to attach the soft leather wrist cuffs, locking both in place, but not to each other.
He pulled me to my feet and then showed me his next toy. It was a leather bondage belt. He put it around my waist and cinched it uncomfortably tight, locking the catch behind my back. My wrist cuffs were then attached to the belt, just slightly forward of being directly at my sides. It immobilized my arms without the strain of being behind my back. But I couldn’t touch even my fingertips, nor could I reach my aching pussy.
Once again, I was helpless.
He pulled me by my leash so that our faces were close and briefly kissed my lips. “Feeling vulnerable yet?” he asked. I didn’t bother to answer him at first. I felt his free hand rubbed my crotch through the thin fabric of my skirt.
Oh yeah, I felt vulnerable. He saw it in my face, but I nodded anyway.
Even though my body was more covered than it was with just the bikini I wore yesterday, I still FELT more exposed. I could feel the air swirl around my pantiless crotch.
Tugging on the leash, he led me downstairs to the kitchen where I could see he already had breakfast waiting. There was a bowl of cereal, and once again, a cup of his white, creamy spunk. He sat me down and I stared at the cup like it contained poison.
Dave seemed to enjoy my discomfort, and sat beside me. He dipped a spoon into the cup and presented it to my mouth, but I just couldn’t seem to open my lips. This was not how I imagined starting my day.
“A spanking would be kind of fun without panties, don’t you think?” he said.
I opened my mouth and let him stick the foul stuff in my mouth.
He hammered another nail in my pride by saying, “There’s my good slut… eat up all of your brother’s spunk.”
I turned beet red and felt my eyes watering in shame. But he made me take it all and then again wiped the cup with his finger, which I had to suck clean. When I was finished, he pushed the bowl of cereal in front of me. It was mostly milk with maybe a cup of cereal in it. “Eat up babes.” he said.
My hands are secured, and he didn’t offer to feed me. I just stared between him and the bowl. He turned away and left the room. I did the only thing I could; I started lapping up the milk and cereal with my tongue. I felt ridiculous, eating like a dog.
He came back about the time I finished. I’ve got milk all over my nose, my chin and running down my neck onto my chest. He stared at me and chuckled.
“You’re a mess,” he said. “Looks like I’m going to have to clean you up a bit.” He starts cleaning me with his tongue, licking all over my face, even parts that weren’t splattered with milk.
At first I was disgusted, but it tickled a little. But once I’d gotten over my initial revulsion, I had to admit it felt kind of good. I liked him licking me and giggled when it tickled. Then he licked my neck and proceeded down my upper chest.
“Mmmmm… It looks like you got some underneath your top too. Oh well.”
Without even waiting to see what I’d say, he pulled the strap of my top off my shoulder and exposed my right breast, continuing to lick up the few streaks of milk that had slipped beneath.
“Hey!” I said. “Stop that! That’s not in the rules! I didn’t say you could do that!”
Part of me knew I should be mad, but it tickled and… I have to admit I was enjoying the attention and wasn’t really that mad. But I WAS embarrassed at him seeing my little boob and knew I had to lodge a protest.
“Oh, sorry” he said, “but I guess it’s too late now” and he continued licking me, including my nipple.
I protested a few more times, but not really seriously. As he continued licking me, his hand moved to my inner thigh, but he stayed a couple inches south of my pussy. His ministrations actually felt good and I started getting a little excited again, so I didn’t protest any further.
I leaned my head back and just let him do what he wanted. After a minute when I didn’t say anything else, he pulled the strap off my other shoulder and started on my left breast, now totally exposing the upper part of my body. His other hand moved up to my pussy, but kept his hands on top of my skirt.
My pulse doubled and my breathing got raspy as he worked me over. He just rubbed across the top of my slit over the skirt, without pushing down into it at all, so he built my excitement, but wasn’t giving me enough to get off.
I start trying to push my hips up into his hand, but then he stopped.
“Better quit before you get your skirt all wet.” he said. Then he pulled my top back up and put the straps over my shoulders.
I whined in frustration, not sure if I should be madder at him for exposing me or for not letting me cum.
“What’s wrong baby?” he asks, “Do you want more?”
I hesitated, unsure how to respond, but my need got the better of me and I nodded my head.
“Weeellll, we don’t want to get your skirt all messy with pussy juice, now do we?”
Actually at the moment, I didn’t really care about my skirt, but said nothing.
“And sense you don’t want me really touching your pussy, I guess we just have to quit for now” he said. “Besides, it’s time we were leaving” Dave said.
I managed to ask him where we were going, but he didn’t answer. So I said if we were going out, I really needed to put on a bra and panties.
He just laughed and told me, “I don’t think so.”
He pulled on my leash and I stood up. He removed the waist belt and refastened my wrists cuffs in front of me. Then he put a jacket over my wrists, like I was carrying it in front of me.
As we got to the door, he took the leash off my collar and twisted the collar around so that the ring was hidden by my hair and it looked a little more like a leather choker. Then he knelt down and picked up my feet, one at a time, and put on my slip-on tennis shoes.
We walked out and he put his arm around me as we walked to his car. I felt loved and protected and safe somehow. But I was also beginning to feel owned, like I was Dave’s property or something. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It was a little embarrassing to go out in public with my wrists cuffed, even if no one else could really see.
I guess I could have just stopped, turned around and headed back to the house (except he had the keys). I could have made a scene, protested, or just told him, no, I wasn’t going to be treated this way.
But even though these thoughts went quickly through my head, I didn’t do anything; didn’t say anything. I just got in the car when he opened the door for me. I’m not sure I liked how he was treating me, but I didn’t hate it either.
“So where are we going?” I asked.
He just reached over and caressed my cheek and smiled at me saying, “You are so gorgeous baby.”
Obviously, he wasn’t going to tell me where we were going. Then he told me to close my eyes and keep them closed until he told me to open them again. We drove about 15 minutes while he used his right hand to rub my thigh.
Why didn’t I open my eyes? I was curious about where we were going, but just did what I was told. When the car stopped he reminded me to keep my eyes closed. He got out and came around and opened my door, helping me out while I kept my eyes closed. Dave removed my wrist cuffs, but told me to keep my hands together unless he either took my hand or told me otherwise.
I told him okay and we went through a doorway, Dave led me by holding my arm.
He whispered that I could open my eyes.
I look around to see
cases of earrings, studs, and other personalized jewelry. We were in a piercing shop! I started getting a little scared and was
reluctant to go further, now knowing what he had in mind here. He herded me over to a sales girl and told
her that I’m there because I wanted a belly button piercing.
I was surprised and a little relieved. I’d been afraid for a minute it might be something worse. I’d actually wanted a belly piercing for a while but was afraid my Mom would freak. I wondered how he knew, or if he knew. Maybe he didn’t care if I wanted one or not.
The girl showed us several different ‘rings’. They were pretty much all shaped like a ‘(’ but the difference was what was attached to the bottom. Most were some kind of dangly thing like a large earring.
When she showed us one that had a circle on it, Dave squeezed my thigh and I knew to tell the girl that was the one ‘I’ wanted. It had a small clear crystal on the top and the bottom had a brass ball about 3/8” in diameter with a brass ring going through it, about a half inch in diameter.
Dave told her that I really wanted it as permanent as possible and could she solder the connection once she put it through me. She looked at me to make sure, and after a little hesitation while Dave squeezed my thigh a little harder, I just nodded at her. Next, she asked if I wanted it through the top of my belly button or the bottom. Dave told her the bottom, with the jewel inside my belly button. Knowing resistance was futile, I nodded again.
She had me get on a table with a cushion in the center that lifted up my abdomen. The girl sterilized everything and applied an anesthetic to deaden the skin. Of course, it did little to dull the pain as it went through me. She told Dave to hold my arms so I wouldn’t jerk as the bar went through. He got behind me, took hold of my wrists and pulled them up over my head. I watched as she pinched me, placed the sharp end inside my belly button, and pushed it slowly through my flesh. I only learned later that piercing through the bottom was more painful than the top.
The pain was actually pretty incredible. I hadn’t realized the post would be burning hot! It was cauterizing the blood vessels as it went through. If Dave hadn’t been holding my arms, I know I’d have brought them down to protect myself. As it was, I instinctively tried to jerk my hands down, but he held them tight. It seemed as if it was moving in slow motion. I felt the thick bar pushing through every millimeter of me. I kicked my feet a little until she told me to hold still. I gritted my teeth and endured.
At last it was through the other side. Damn, it hurt!
The girl paused and told me that putting solder was probably going to hurt even more and suggested they strap me down so I couldn’t jerk around. I only heard her as if from a distance as I was still dealing with the puncture pain. It felt as though I’d been stabbed! She put seatbelt kind of things across my thighs, right above the knees, and another across my hips, and one more below my breasts. By this time I was figuring out I was being strapped down and it concerned me. Actually, it scared me.
She took my right wrist from Dave and attached it to a leather restraint above my head, then did the same with my left wrist. I didn’t like this!
“Why are you doing this? What’s going on?” I asked, tears coming to my eyes.
The girl looked at me coldly and said, “I’m sorry dear,” Yeah right, I thought, “but in order to fasten this together, we need to heat the bar that I just put in and since its metal, it will probably burn you. If you jerk around, the hot solder will get on your skin, and then you really WILL be burned, and it will scar. So, hold still.”
The girl picked up a foam ball and stuffed it in my mouth, telling me she hated screams. I was getting more and more scared. Then she picked up a soldering iron and touched the free end of the bar. The heat traveled quickly through the metal and added to my agony as it burned me from the inside. My whole body went rigid as the pain swept through me. Fortunately, it didn’t take long and she put some solder on the end and quickly screwed the ball onto it while keeping it hot.
“There we are. All done with that one. Will there be anything else while you’re here?”
Dave appeared thoughtful and then looked at me. “How bout it Sis?”
I just shook my head. I didn’t think I ever wanted to be pierced again! The girl released me and told me not to worry about infection from the piercing, but to keep it clean until it healed completely.
After we were back in the car, Dave put my wrist cuffs back on and fastened them together in front of me. He told me to keep my eyes closed and relax. As we left, he added another instruction. I wasn’t to talk unless he asked me a question. I was beginning to feel like I just wanted to go home and lay down. My belly still hurt like it had a hot poker in it.
We went out to lunch and he treated me to a fish sandwich and fries. I don’t really like cheeseburgers and prefer cheeseburgers, but not being able to talk, I didn’t get the choice. He had to feed me every mouthful though since he didn’t release my hands and I had to keep my eyes closed. We sat in the restaurant next to each other and every time I was ready for a bite, he’d pick up my little sandwich and hold it while I took a bite. I didn’t get many fries actually. He only let me have about a dozen.
It must have looked pretty silly from the perspective of the other diners. I heard them commenting to each other about how cute we looked and how nice the boy was to be feeding the little girl. And with my eyes closed, I was also getting ketchup and mustard all over my face; I could feel its cool sticky touch on my cheeks.
What the other customers couldn’t see was what my brother’s hand was doing to my thigh and my crotch while we were eating. The tablecloth hid his actions from anyone else. He still didn’t touch me down there except through my skirt, but it was still making me hot. I had been yesterday since he’d let me cum and then he’d kept me itchy all last night and this morning.
When we were finished, he told me to stand up. Then he told me what a mess my face was with mustard, ketchup and french-fry grease all over my lips and cheeks. I was embarrassed and wanted to wipe my face clean, but he made me walk out as I was. When we got into the car, he chuckled and then I felt him licking my face clean of all the mess right there in the parking lot by the car. Oh God, what if some we knew could see us?!
I kind of thought it was gross at first, but then it felt good and even turned me on a little, especially since he saved my lips for last. He licked around the outside and as he got closer, I just naturally parted my lips. Dave licked even the inside of my lips and then his mouth closed over mine and he sucked my tongue into his mouth. Before I knew what was happening, his tongue was playing with mine and searching all through my mouth. His soft, but at the same time hard tongue, pushed into my mouth sliding over my own tongue. He’d then pull back and thrust it in again. I sort of thought he was like, you know, fucking my mouth with his tongue.
My emotions were on overdrive. My belly still hurt. My mouth and face were being assaulted right out in public, which was embarrassing, but also somehow excited me. I was held helpless by the cuffs underneath my jacket. He was really driving me crazy!
After he figured my face was clean, he put me in the car. Once he was in on the other side, he released my wrists, only to refasten them behind me. With my arms behind me, there wasn’t much I could do but sit there, but I was feeling totally controlled. His left hand went to my left thigh and his right hand was holding my collar, forcing my head toward his mouth as he started to kiss me again. I let out little “mmmphs” of protest as he manhandled me. But on the other hand, I was turned on by what he was doing. His left hand was getting provocatively close to my pussy, but didn’t touch my now oozing snatch. After a few minutes of this (and after I was really horny again), he quit, patted my cheek and reminded me to keep quiet.
Leaving the restaurant, we drove some more, but with my eyes, closed, I had no idea where we went until after we got there. I knew we’d parked and he came around and got me out of the car. As I got out, he unfastened my wrist cuffs and I heard him drop them in his pocket. We walked for a ways. Finally, I heard him order “two adults” for a movie I’d wanted to see.
Once we were in the dark theater, he refastened my wrists behind my back so I couldn’t reach my pussy in the dark. We sat down in the theater and I heard the advertisements and previews start soon after. I sat there, my eyes closed and my hands fastened behind me. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned toward him.
“Dave,” I whispered, “Can’t I open my eyes and watch…” As soon as I’d said Dave, his hand had gone to my bare knee, but I’d kept going. It quickly increased in pressure until I shut up.
“I told you not to talk!” he hissed at me. “Now keep your mouth shut and your eyes closed. I WAS going to let you look when the movie came on, but not anymore. You just flunked your lesson in obedience.” And he gave me one more quick squeeze on my knee to enforce his will and then left his hand there.
As the movie started, I felt his hand begin to caress my knee in small circles. After a while, the hand moved up my thigh, caressing, fondling, squeezing, and teasing me. He kept me aroused through the entire movie.
After about 20 minutes, he let me open my eyes and watch the movie, but he kept his mouth close to my ear. He whispered questions to me. He made me look at the men in the movie and had me tell him which ones were hot and why. He had me describe what I thought their asses looked like with no clothes and even how big their cocks were. Occasionally, he’d lick my ear and I’d feel his hot breath gently blowing against the wet surface of my ear. His hand on my thigh, his tongue on my ear and the images he kept making me see made me so hot and horny.
His hand was either on my thigh or on top of my skirt rubbing my crotch most of the time. When he wasn’t doing that, he had his other arm around my shoulder with his hands draped over my breasts, playing with my nipples while he kept me pulled near his ear.
I was afraid if someone saw us, we’d get kicked out. Finally, the movie was over and he released my wrists again, but told me to keep my hands clasped behind me. At least I got to walk with my eyes open.
As we were leaving, he pointed out that my skirt had a wet place on the front like I’d wet myself. I was SO embarrassed! Of course, it was wet with my own juices from where he’d bee rubbing me.
“I guess that’s what happens when I have to rub you through your skirt.” he said, but he didn’t sound very sorry about it.
With my arms behind me, I couldn’t even cover myself. I was really tempted to disobey and move my hands in front to cover myself. It was then I noticed some of the people who passed us gave me a second glance. I just wanted to crawl into a hole.
Dave didn’t have me close my eyes again until we got to the car. It was like he wanted me to see people looking at me. He had me lean forward and he fastened my wrists together again behind my back. On the way home, he asked me how my piercing felt and then reached over and played with it a little.
I winced and told him it hurt worse now than when I got it. He told me the anesthetic had worn off. He continued to play with it a little, like he enjoyed my discomfort. He said he’d put ice on it when we got home. And then he started playing with my already wet crotch again.
By the time we arrived back at the house, my skirt was a mess, the front considerably wet with my juices and I smelled of my own sex juices. But he didn’t get me off. He would get me close and then he’d stop. After we pulled into the driveway, we stayed in the car as he finished one last effort to bring me to the edge. But then he stopped and said, “We’re home, let’s go in.”
I wanted so much to beg him to finish me… to let me cum, but he hadn’t allowed me to speak yet. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of my eyes. He led me into the house, still with my eyes closed and my hands fastened behind my back.
Once inside the door, he removed my shoes and refastened the leash after turning my collar around again. Since my eyes were closed, he led me by my arm to what I guessed was the living room. He had me stand there while he went upstairs and to get some stuff.
I confess that when I heard him going upstairs, I peaked just to kind of verify where I was and in small rebellion of his control. When he came back downstairs the first thing he did was actually blindfold me with a cloth tied behind my head. Then he put a ball gag in my mouth. He was making me more and more dependent on him.
Then he sat down and pulled me down onto his lap, my ass stuck up in the air. He laid his hand down on my butt, over top of my skirt and said, “Now first we have to give you your punishment for breaking my rules. You spoke in the theater without permission. You were a bad girl, weren’t you?”
I just lay there in shock. I hadn’t really expected this.
“Now remember, you are supposed to answer me when I ask you
a question. Just nod your head for yes,
shake it for no. You were a bad girl,
weren’t you?”
This time I nodded, though not with much conviction.
“And you deserve to be punished, don’t you?”
I hesitated, but went ahead and nodded.
“And since you violated my rules to speak, part of your punishment is for me to break one of your rules, so I’m going to lift your skirt and spank your bare ass.”
I shook my head no and tried to squirm off his lap. It did no good. He kept me there easily with one arm while he used the other to flip the back of my skirt up and tuck it into my waistband. Then he started the spanking without any fanfare. They were hard slaps too. After each one though, his hand would rest on my bum, rubbing away the pain a little. It was so embarrassing. I just knew he could see everything!
Smack! rub… Smack! rub… Smack! rub. On and on for twenty smacks. My ass was on fire and I was sobbing by the time he was done. He told me I was a good girl again and pulled my skirt out and smoothed over my rear.
While I lay there, I felt Dave doing something with my bound wrists. Then he stood me back up and I felt something dangling down the back of my leg. Next the dangly thing was gone and I felt him pushing something beneath the waistband on the side of my skirt. Then I felt a string or rope or something being fed between my legs. I felt him reaching his hand beneath my skirt on the same side and I guess he threaded this something through underneath the waistband again.
He held onto it near my belly button as he pulled it taught beneath me, up through my legs. I learned later it was called a crotch rope. It was thin, only about a quarter inch thick, thin enough to be fed though my belly button ring. There were also a few knots tied in the rope and positioned so they’d be in contact with my slit. He pulled it tight, pulling on my arms and settling one of the knots into my slit. Then he knotted it above the ring so it wouldn’t slide back through.
“Ok, Steph,” he said, “you control that rope with your hands. Pull on it too tight and your new piercing will probably hurt like a bitch. But if you do, you might be able to stimulate that hot little pussy of yours.
“I know you want to do that.” he said and I could ‘hear’ the big grin on his face.
He demonstrated by holding the rope right below my piercing (so it wouldn’t hurt so much) and then pulling my arms away from my back, straining the rope. I could feel it rubbing me inside my slit and even up against my clit. But the rope on my clit was smooth; the knots were in the lower part of my slit.
Dave laid me down on the couch, on my back and fastened my ankles together. I was laying on my arms which wasn’t too comfortable. Then he went away for a couple of minutes. When he came back I felt something cold placed on my belly. He’d put an icepack on me. Then he pretty much ignored me as he turned on a ballgame.
I was still excited and frustrated by what he’d being doing to me all day, especially in the car on the way home. I really wanted to cum. But when I pulled on the rope, I could feel my new piercing screaming in pain, even with the ice. Of course, the ice began to really cool off my stomach and that wasn’t any fun either.
It was REALLY COLD!
But my pussy was really hot and that offset how cold my stomach was. I wanted more in my pussy. I kept trying to move the crotch rope, but I just couldn’t move it very much without causing pain in my belly.
My mind lost the sound of the ball game, lost awareness of Dave. I was totally focused on trying to get enough power and speed in that rope to get myself off. But I couldn’t… not without pulling so hard on my belly button that if felt like I was going to rip it out. I started squirming around, trying to do anything to change my condition so I could get off.
Dave told me it had been 20 min, and he had to take the ice pack off, so my stomach started to hurt a little more after that.
After what I later learned was about 45 minutes, I was crying. The tears were coming because of my frustration. I tried holding still and not moving the rope. But I felt it there. I knew it was there. I could feel the knots in places inside my slit. I knew that if I could only move it enough I could cum. But I couldn’t move it enough.
I couldn’t take the pain. Dave was torturing me without moving a muscle. I told myself it wasn’t Dave’s fault. He wasn’t doing anything. It was me. I was slut enough that I wanted to get off despite the pain. I just wasn’t strong enough to either stop trying or finish myself off. I was a weak, worthless slut. This just made me cry even more.
After maybe 90 minutes but what felt like hours, I was really a mess. I was soaked with my juices running down my thighs and soaking new places on my skirt. I was sobbing in frustration and self-pity. My belly button was aching constantly and every movement of the rope would send little knives of pain throughout my abdomen.
I couldn’t help but twitch that rope. And any natural movement also twitched it. My pussy was on fire, my pussy lips swollen and super sensitive, reacting to every twitch of the knots in that rope. I couldn’t stop trying. I felt so dirty, trying to get off with my brother sitting beside me, trying to give myself pleasure and pain at the same time.
Finally after about 2 hours (I figured because the game went off), Dave came and sat beside me and started stroking my face. He removed my gag, but I was in such a shambles, I could think of nothing to say right away.
“Stephie, do you want to cum now?”
I just nodded and pleaded with him, “Please Dave, please let me cum. I have to cum so bad.”
He removed the crotch rope, pulling it from between my legs painfully through my sensitive pussy lips. But my poor stupid pussy missed even that torturous contact and I started crying harder, but at least it helped my belly.
“I’ll get you off, but I’m going to have to reach under your skirt and touch you. Is that okay, Steph?” he asks.
NO, it wasn’t okay, but I was so far gone, I didn’t care anymore. It didn’t occur to me that he could have used some other method to get me off. I just heard him say what he “had” to do and would probably have agreed to anything right then… and he knew it.
I nodded yes.
“Steph,” he said, “I want to make sure what you want” he said as one hand starts rubbing my thigh while the other one rubs my breast through my top.
He was keeping my arousal at a peak.
“Tell me Steph. Tell me to lift your skirt and put my hand in your pussy.” Dave said.
I don’t think I even knew what we were saying. I just wanted to cum, especially now that the pain in my belly had subsided. Only a part of my mind realized that I was weakening further and surrendering another part of myself.
“Dave please. Please lift my skirt and put your hand in my pussy. Please just get me off. I need to cummmm.” I said as I cried harder.
“Okay Stephie, I’ll do it, but only because you want me to.”
I vaguely felt him lifting my skirt up above my waist, at least where I wasn’t laying on it. The hand that was on my thigh moved to my pussy and slowly started to stroke it. It felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. The previous pain being completely overwhelmed now by pleasure. There were like electric shocks going all through me. His gentle caresses felt soooo good. Even now, though, he wasn’t in any hurry.
His other hand moved my top up off my breasts and started rubbing my now naked nipples. We hadn’t talked about doing that, but since he was playing with my naked pussy, what the hell?
His finger slowly circled my nipples, first one, then the other. Then he’d pinch them, and rub them and pinch the other one. I could feel my climax building stronger than ever. His right hand was moving up and down between my pussy lips, going oh so slowly. He’d play with my clit a little, then leave it for a minute, teasing me and stroking my fire.
He started dipping his finger into my tight hole, just a little at first, then gradually deeper and deeper. I was really tight, but I was also soaked. He had no trouble pushing his finger inside me. I had turned onto my back and was pushing my hips toward his hand, trying to push him deeper, harder, faster. My pussy locked onto that finger inside me, not wanted it to leave me.
But he took his time. Building me up slowly to orgasm.
“Are you my little slut?” he asked.
I nodded… anything to get him to make me cum.
“Say it.” he said.
“I’m your little slut.” I said.
“What does slut want?” he said.
“Slut wants to cum” I said, “Please let me cum. I’ll be your slut; just let me come.”
He pulled his finger out of my cunt hole and put it in my mouth. “Now suck your cunt juices off my finger like a good slut my beautiful darling.”
I was so far gone, I did it without hesitation. A small part of my mind registered this further humiliation. Would he ever stop degrading me? When his finger was clean, he stuck it back on my slit and stroked me again.
“Okay my beautiful slut, go ahead and cum.” he said, “That’s my good girl.” Somehow, the insulting language excited me more, even though I felt absolutely humiliated.
Dave pushed faster and deeper into me, bouncing off the fragile walls of my hymen. He used his thumb to go wild on my clit and with his other hand he pinched and twisted one nipple while his mouth first licked and then lightly bit into my other nipple.
I came. I exploded in an orgasm harder than ever before. The waves of pleasure rippled through my body like an earthquake. If felt soooo good.
And again, he rewarded my long day and my desires by continuing his actions until I’d come like 4 times. He kept calling me his little slut. He said how only a real slut would get so wet and turned on by her own brother. He said he was glad I was a slut, and not a goodie goodie. Nice, pretty sluts were so much better than stuck up old ugly goodie goodies. At some point in all the insults and pleasure, I passed out.
When I came to, I was still on the couch, but I could feel the rough texture of a terrycloth towel under my butt to shield the furniture from all my juices. My hands were now fastened in front of me and so I was much more comfortable. The gag was off, but my blindfold was still on and my ankles fastened. I could tell my clothes were once again covering me.
I lie there remembering what had gone on that day. I felt totally degraded. I had let myself be pierced and then let my brother kiss me in a very sexual way. Then I’d pleaded with him to expose my nakedness and to touch my pussy with his hands and get me off. I felt so low. I really was a slut.
He’d been making me feel like being a slut was a good thing -- that it made me beautiful -- that he (and others) liked me better that way. He was challenging my self-identity, refashioning how I saw myself. I was just too naïve to know it at the time.
“Ah, you’re awake. Are you ready for something to eat?” I heard him say. “It’s past seven.”
I just nodded, realizing I was starved. He hadn’t really been giving me much to eat.
“Now Stephanie, nodding is fine when you are gagged, but if you’re able to talk, you should be more respectful. You should say, ‘Yes sir’ when I ask you a question, okay?”
I nodded again, but also added, “Yes Sir.” I didn’t know why I should call my own brother ‘sir’ but I was too tired and hungry to argue just then.
He helped me reposition so that I was sitting up on the couch. He left for a minute and came back to sit next to me.
“I’m going to let you hold it with your hands so you can lick your appetizer out of the saucer I have for you.”
I cringed, feeling suddenly less hungry, figuring correctly his spunk would be in the saucer. This time, rather than feeding it to me with a spoon, I had to lick it out of a small saucer as he placed it in my bound hands. This was even more degrading than being fed it with a spoon – to eat it without being actually forced. By the time I was done, I could tell I had it on my chin and my nose and my cheeks. It’s hard to lick something when you’re blindfolded.
“Mmmmm, my little slut makes me so hot doing that... here, wait a minute. Hold your hands here.”
He repositioned my hands so that I was holding the saucer where he wanted it. It was about an inch from my lips, but I was leaning forward slightly and since I was seated, it was just at waist level. My blindfold still prevented me from watching what was going on, but I heard his belt being released and his pants fall to the ground.
Somehow, I knew what was coming. I heard him panting and the small noises of flesh on flesh as he jerked himself off. It didn’t take long. The first spurt landed on my hand. I cringed. I really wanted to say something; to protest this new twist, but I was afraid to piss him off again.
The second squirt hit my nose and dripped into the saucer. I gasped. Then I heard and felt the spurts landing in the saucer, some of it spattering onto my lips (which were clamped tightly shut). When the squirts stopped, I felt a little pressure on the saucer as he wiped himself off on its edge. He even wiped some of it on my fingers holding the saucer.
“There you go,” he said, “there’s some nice hot fresh medicine for you. Eat up now.”
I didn’t do anything for a minute. I was frozen, tears of humiliation beginning to pooling behind my eyelids.
“Do we need another spanking?” he asked.
In total humility, I licked the warm spunk from the saucer into my mouth and swallowed it. Little did I know at the time, but he was taking digital pictures of the procedure. When he figured the saucer was clean enough, he told me to lick my fingers and my hand clean, then he had me lick the tip of my nose and as much around my mouth as I could. He helped clean the last of it off my face with his finger and had me lick it clean.
Beneath my blindfold, I was crying. He kissed my forehead and told me what a good little slut I was, and how proud he was of me, and how much he loved me. And he hugged me close and held me while I just sobbed.
He kept telling me how good I was doing and then he’d caress my face, my arms, my legs. Eventually I felt better. He gave me water to drink, which I gulped down to remove the taste of his spunk. He fed me some Chinese takeout, a spoonful at a time, but still not enough to feel full.
Then he released my ankles, pulled me up by my leash, and led me upstairs to the bathroom. He released my wrists, removed the cuffs, and fastened the leash to a nearby towel rack. He removed my blindfold and told me I had five minutes to use the toilet. I had to blink in the harsh light of the bathroom, but realized I really needed to go. He left the bathroom, but didn’t close the door completely, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
After five minutes, he came back in and led me to the shower and fastened the leash to the shower curtain rod. He turned on the water to warm up, then told me to get in and hand out my clothes.
I got in, removed my soiled clothes and handed them to Dave around the curtain. He gave me 20 minutes to clean up. For a whole 20 minutes, I’d be by myself, relatively free.
But I didn’t feel free. The leash was a reminder that I was still under someone else’s authority; someone else’s control. But if felt good to get clean again. Should I tell Dave I was finished? That I wanted no more? Should I risk his anger to end all this? Did I want it all to end?
The feelings he had given me were incredible – indescribably wonderful. And I had the feeling it was only just beginning. There was more to come. But it was all so humiliating. I felt like the Stephanie I’d known was sinking lower with each encounter, losing herself in a turmoil of overpowering and confusing emotions.
Even in the shower, I couldn’t keep my hand away from my pussy and kept touching myself, not enough to cum but enough to kind of remind myself of the stimulation he’d given me. Was it worth it? Was it worth the pain and humiliation and desperate desire?
I wasn’t sure, but somehow, I couldn’t stop. God help me, I couldn’t stop.
I kept rationalizing that it wasn’t so bad. I made myself believe that Dave loved me more than anyone else. I needed him. He took care of me. I couldn’t live without him. I needed to make him happy and his happiness was more important than anything else. Of course, he was also telling me all this at every opportunity and I had begun to believe it.
I finished my shower, wrapped a towel around myself and took out my contacts. I normally wore them for a month at a time, and it was about time for a change, but I wanted to give my eyes a rest for the night. There wasn’t much else I could do as my leash still limited my movement. He came in as I was finishing.
Looking up as he came in, I saw his loving smile. “There’s my beautiful girl.” he said.
He took my large comb and started combing the wet tangles of my hair, gently pulling the teeth through my long dark hair. I felt like a little girl again -- so loved. I was being taken care of. I was still facing the mirror and Dave stood behind me. As he combed my hair, over and over again, I felt his body pressing up against me. His cock was pressing through his pants and my towel, up against the crack of my ass. As he ran the comb through my hair, the pressure pulled me back into him, pushing his cock harder against me.
It was turning me on again. I wasn’t thinking about my hair, or how I looked. I was thinking about the cock pressed against my butt. When he finished with my hair, he laid the comb on the counter and placed his hands on my breasts over the towel. He kneaded them and squeezed them, pinching the nipples through the towel. As I leaned my head back in the response to the pleasure he was giving me, his lips met mine and gave me a long, deeply passionate kiss.
He stopped after a few minutes, sighed, and said, “Oh, you are such a hot little slut, Steph.”
With that, he took my leash and led me back to my bedroom where he sat on the bed, holding the free end of the leash, and just looked at me. I stood before him, draped in the towel and wondered what was coming next.
I’d never had a boyfriend, my father was gone, my other brother hated me I think, and I was never my mother’s favorite child – Dave was. I don’t think she cared about me at all. She was never at home, never gave me any attention, rarely even bought me clothes. Dave was the only one who cared about me. He had stayed with me this weekend, not her. He was the only one I could count on to be there for me.
I needed him. I couldn’t live without him. He loved me and I loved him. I wanted to be whatever he needed me to me. I wanted him to like me and to want me with him. I was his. If I belonged to him, he would keep me and I would have someone. The old Stephanie was slowly dying. I was becoming someone – something else.
So, I smiled at him, sat in his lap, and hugged him tight.
“I love you Dave.”
“I love you too, Stephie.”
He hugged me tight, and kissed me warmly on the lips. This time, as he held that kiss, I opened my mouth to breathe in his love. I felt his tongue caress my lips and brush against my teeth, even touch my own tongue. Somehow, it didn’t feel sexual, it felt like love.
I didn’t want that embrace to end. We held onto each other for a long time, kissing deeply. My arms were wrapped around his neck, but his started to wander. His hand slipped between my legs and moved quickly under the towel to my slit.
“Mmmph!” I exclaimed through the kiss. “Uh uhm.” I said, trying to tell him no.
He ignored me. I felt one hand on my bare pussy while his other stroked the back of my head, and also prevented me from pulling back from his kiss, not that I really wanted to.
At first, I clenched my legs together to prevent his access, but as his finger slipped in and out of my slit, forcing its way between my legs, I felt my own arousal growing. My willpower ebbed away. Between the kiss and his finger, I opened my legs without conscious thought, allowing his fingers access to my sex.
I felt his finger enter my hole, already moist with desire. Then I kind of came to my senses and remembered my hands were free, so I used them to push myself away from his lips and clamped my thighs tightly together. Of course, his finger happened to be deep inside me when I did.
“Dave, Please…” I said, trying to retain a little modesty and self-pride.
He paused in his attentions and looked at me. “Please stop?” he said with kind of smirk, “or please continue.”
“I love you and I like what you’re doing,” I said, “But this isn’t right. I’m your sister.”
He sighed. “I’m just not going to be able to let you have any freedom at all, am I?” he asked, “Every time I do, you start trying to think for yourself again and get these silly little notions in your head.”
As I started to protest, he reached up and grabbed my wrists, pulling me forward so he could fasten the cuffs together behind my back again.
Then he got the ball gag out of his pocket and pushed it in my unwilling mouth again as I tried to protest. I could feel his cock hard beneath my butt.
“Remember? You already gave me permission to touch you. You need to learn not to reverse yourself and not to question me. You have to learn it’s not good to think for yourself. You just have to do what you’re told. You’re more than my sister, Stephie, you’re my slutty slave.” he said.
He stood me up briefly, then forced me down over his lap, my butt pointed up.
The towel was too short to cover me this way and had crept halfway up my butt, exposing my lower cheeks to him. He angrily tore it from my body, leaving me completely naked. I tried to cry out through the gag, but only made unintelligible sounds. I squirmed and tried to get off him.
He smacked me really hard one time and told me to be still. Then he laid his hand on my butt and briefly caressed me, saying, “It would have been better – and much more fun – if we’d just continued kissing” he said.
Then he started spanking me. This time there were no loving rubs between swats. He just rained them down on me. The tears started flowing again as my butt turned to fire. His thigh pushed against my belly button, adding further pain as my new piercing dug into my sensitive skin.
I was mad that I was getting spanked, but regretted making him need to punish me – again. He quit after giving each cheek 20 hard smacks. Then he bent down and I felt him kissing my butt, his tongue being used to massage my cheeks while his finger went inside my pussy again.
“Spread your legs.” he demanded.
This time I didn’t resist and his finger thumb went deep inside my hole, but I cried in humiliation. I just lay there and sobbed as he thrust his finger in and out of me. It wasn’t really intended to give me pleasure so much as to show me he could do what he wanted.
One of his fingers started twiddling my clit as his thumb continued to twist and curl inside me while maintaining it’s in and out thrusts. His other arm reached beneath me and played with my nipple. Within a few minutes, I was ready to come, crying all the while.
There I was, naked as a jaybird, being forcefully fondled by my brother. I was a mass of confused feelings: pleasure, pain, humiliation, desire, and anger. Wrong as I knew it was, it all made me so hot and aroused. I wanted more at the same time as I wanted him to stop. He just kept pushing my pleasure buttons. Just as I was about to come though, he stopped, adding frustration to my feelings.
He set me on the bed and released my wrists. Then he laid me perpendicular across the bed, face up, tying one wrist cuff to the head of the bed and the other to the foot, spreading my arms wide. Dave then fastened my ankles to the legs of the bed, one at the foot the other at the head. My head was on one side of the bed and my spread-open naked crotch was at the other with my legs spread impossibly wide and arching me backwards, completely exposing my nudity to his gaze. I went completely red from embarrassment but with a gag in, could say nothing to protest this new violation.
“Now, a special gift for you. If you hadn’t tried to be bad, you’d wouldn’t be naked, but, oh well… the fortunes of love and war. But you need to learn the heights of your own passion.” he said with an evil grin.
His hands went to my nipples to massage, pinch and twist while his mouth went to my crotch. I felt his tongue start to lick my slit! I struggled violently, just knowing this was somehow very wrong. It was useless though, and I realized it felt REALLY good.
It didn’t take long for me to start going wild, heading toward a massive orgasm. As his tongue explored my slit, digging into the well of my sex while his nose tickled my clit, my need to cum was suddenly overwhelming.
He prolonged it for a long time, milking my need, running his tongue up and down the lips of my slit. He circled my clit with his tongue, flicking it back and forth. My excitement kept spiraling upward. He paused his tongue work to look up at my face.
“You are so beautiful when you’re getting ready to cum.” he said.
His compliment made me smile just a little even though I was embarrassed to be nude, tied and forcefully eaten out. I had stopped crying… it was hard to cry when you experience so much pleasure.
He loosened my ball gag and removed it from my mouth, but left it around my neck.
“What are you?” he asked me, and then gave my slit another long lick.
“I’m… I’m you’re little slut?” I said, hoping that was the right answer.
“That’s right. You’re my little slut girl.” Dave told me, licking me again.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You” I said, “I belong to you.”
“That’s right,” he said, “And I love you.”
His tongue dived into my hole, tasting my juicing slit. Then it jabbed down as deep as his tongue could reach into me, twirling around inside me. I thrust my hips into his face, trying to drive his tongue deeper inside me. This went on for the next several minutes as I lost the capacity to speak, breathed heavily and started to pant. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt it coming.
“Do you want to cum?” he asked.
I nodded fiercely, adding, “Yes, please, I want to cum.”
“From now on I’m not going to ask you. If you want to cum, you’re going to have to beg me. And you cannot cum until I tell you. Okay?”
“Yes, okay… now please can I cum?”
“Remember to be respectful.”
“Yes sir. Please may I cum, Sir?” I begged him.
“Why sure you can, slut.” And he put the gag back into my mouth and cinched it tight.
His tongue went back to licking my stretched pussy. He drove it as deep as it would go inside me, in and out; fucking my hole with his tongue. His right hand played with my clit, rubbing it and then pinching it. His left hand pinched my nipple.
My orgasm exploded inside me as I reveled in the ecstasy of the moment. He kept it up, making me cum again and again and again. I’d never felt something so good or cum so hard and long.
Dave kept lapping up my juices each time I came as I screamed and screamed into my gag. I was in some kind of lala land, almost unconscious. He could have actually fucked me and don’t think I could have protested.
When I came to myself a few minutes later, I was laying with my head on the pillow, cuffs on but not attached to anything. The clock on the dresser showed a little after 8:30 pm. Dave then dressed me. He put one of my old short T-shirts on that I’d cut off right above my abdomen. Then he added a pair of purple bikini panties. Well, it was better than being naked.
He put my waist belt back on above my belly button and then fastened my wrists to it. He attached my leash to the headboard and removed my gag. I was just letting him do what he wanted. I had no will to protest. He helped me sit up on the bed. The leash didn’t allow for more than that. Then he walked out of my bedroom.
He didn’t explain where he was going or when he’d be back. I laid there about 15 minutes before Dave came back.
“Hey there, little slut. How are you feeling, beautiful?” he asked.
I hated being called a slut, but at least he thought I was beautiful. But what can I say? I guess he’s right. I am a slut. I’d do anything to cum. I’d let him see me naked. I’d licked his cum out of a saucer. I’d let him eat me out. That seemed to be a pretty good definition of a slut. My faced flushed in shame again.
He read the embarrassment in my face and said, “Sluts are girls who enjoy cumming, aren’t they? Sluts need to cum. Sluts want to cum all the time. That pretty much describes you, doesn’t it, Steph?”
I hung my head in shame. He sat down beside me and gave me a hug. He told me he loved me and that if I wasn’t a slut, he might not love me as much. He told me that I was more beautiful because I was a slut. He said I belonged to him and he would take care of me because I was his slut.
Part of me was getting used to being a slut. Part of me was getting used to being his. I loved him. He was really all I thought I had.
“Answer me, Steph?”
I nodded at him and looked in his eyes, tears in my own and said, “Yes sir.”
He hugged me again, then stood up. He released the leash and used it to pull me to my feet.
We went down to the living room again and sat on the couch. He put a tape in the VCR for us to watch together.
It was a porn flick! It made me a uncomfortable watching it. I’d never watched one before. It showed naked men and women. The women were tied up, spanked and even whipped. The were forced to put the men’s cocks in their mouths and sometimes in their pussies and even their butts. Even though they yelled and screamed when being whipped, they seemed to enjoy the rest.
All through the movie, Dave kept rubbing me. But he wasn’t intense in what he did. He seemed to want me to watch the show. Once again, he told me to describe the men’s cocks and asses. He pointed out how wet them women became, the smiles on their faces when the came as well. He made me aware of every sordid detail and had me tell him how it made me feel.
He asked me what I would do with their cocks. It was soooo embarrassing. At first, I told him I didn’t want to do anything with them. But he kept on. He’d say things like, “you really want to see that cock, don’t you?” “You want him to take it out and whip it in your face.” “You want that nice fat cock inside you don’t you, Steph?” “What do you think it’d feel like inside you?” “Would you feel full inside?” “Do you think it would hurt going up your asshole?” “That one looks good enough to eat, doesn’t it?” “What do you think it’d taste like?” “Look at that girl’s face – all covered in his spunk… doesn’t she look sexy?”
He kept on and on. He made me verbalize fantasies. He seemed to want me to think of nothing but cock. I was embarrassed at first, but it started to turn me on, too. When they were whipped, it made me afraid, but I also envied the pleasure the women received. Part of me wanted to be one of them. It made me hot.
I don’t know if it was the movie or his fingers on my breasts and in my slit, but I spent the next 90 minutes really turned on. He didn’t try to get me off, just kept me really aroused.
He kept whispering in my ear, comparing me to the girls in the film. He told me I was just like them. How they, like me, got off on being a slut. How we got excited about being tied up and controlled. He explained that sluts like the girls in the film were sex slaves, just like me.
The guys owned those girls, like he owned me. Every slut needed someone to control them, to own them. Sluts couldn’t control themselves. There was some kind of comfort in knowing there were others like me; that I wasn’t the only depraved slut who submitted to the will of someone else.
Part of the time I cried when he talked to me like that. But mostly, I just stayed turned on.
Toward the end of the movie, he was more active in his efforts to excite me. The movie ended before I came. I was really hot though and wanted to cum bad. I had cum so much the last two days and couldn’t seem to get enough.
“Please Dave, can I cum?”
He shook his head. “Not yet, my little cum slut, I need you to do me a favor before you cum.” he said.
“What?” I asked, frustrated and becoming desperate to cum again.
“I’ve helped you cum so much. Do you think you can help me cum, Steph?”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, fearing a repeat of the saucer trick.
He pulled my leash until I was on the floor, on my knees, in front of him. Right in front of me was his crotch. I could see his hard-on easily through his pants. I stared at it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. For the last hour and a half, all I’d been able to think about was cock. And here was another cock. Another hard cock.
I instantly began to fantasize about it. What would it taste like? How would it feel?
Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his very stiff cock. It looked 7 inches long and about 2 inches thick. I’d never seen one before. It looked enormous, even though in my imagination, it had been about a foot long. Suddenly I came to my senses and the fantasies I’d had faded from my mind. This thing was real and it was scary.
He pointed it at my mouth and said, “I’d let you do it with your hands, but you can’t use them right now. So do you think you can suck my cock, baby? I’ve helped you cum so many times. I need to cum too. I need you to help me baby.” He was almost pleading with me, like he needed my help.
I shook my head and tried to back away, but the leash kept me there.
“Come on. Please? Cant’ you help me cum Steph? Just come here and kiss it. Every good slut needs to learn how to love cock.” he said.
He pulled on the leash, forcing my head closer and closer to the tip of his cock.
“Nooooo,” I said, “Please don’t make me.” I kept trying to back away, but was getting closer as he pulled me. My voice shook in anxiety. I didn’t REALLY want to actually suck his cock. That was just going too far.
All of a sudden, it was there, touching my lips. The precum leaving a slimy trail on my lips even as I tried to keep my mouth away from him.
“Come on my lovely angel” he pleaded. “Don’t you love me? Don’t you want to help me like I helped you?”
I kept my lips closed and shook my head.
“It won’t take long Steph, and then you can cum, too.” he said.
I did want to cum. I was still hot. My pussy was wet and itchy, begging to cum.
“Be a good girl now.” he said, “You know if you’re a bad girl, I’ll have to punish you again. Good girls do what they’re told. Be a good slut and open your mouth.”
Somehow that sank in just enough. To be a good girl, I just had to open my mouth. If I didn’t, I’d be a bad girl and get spanked. I wanted to be a good girl. I surely didn’t want to get spanked again. But I still didn’t open up.
With his other hand he put a finger on my lips and worked it into my mouth. A finger wasn’t so bad. My tongue played with it as he worked his finger around in my mouth. Then he put another finger in. As he worked his fingers in my mouth, he used them to gently encourage my mouth to open wider. It made me relax a little.
I didn’t really consciously decide to do it, even though most of my mind was still protesting. In an instant, his fingers were gone and there was a cock in my mouth. He had used his fingers to make room for his cock and then put it in while withdrawing his fingers.
I said, “hmmmmhph” as I realized what he had done.
I was panicking. I didn’t know what to do. He held it just inside my mouth for a minute. I guess he was letting me get used to it. It was hard and soft at the same time. It felt like a velvet covered pipe.
“Good girl, Stephie,” he said, “now touch it with your tongue.”
I tried to shake my head, but he had hold of the leash just where it connected to my collar and I didn’t have much movement in my head. All I succeeded in doing was moving my mouth enough to allow his cock to slip in a little more and my tongue touched it.
He kept telling me I was doing well, that I was a good girl, and even how pretty I looked with his cock in my mouth. I kept trying to pull my head back. I just didn’t want to do this. But each time I tried to move, his cock went deeper. Part of me wanted to bite down with my teeth, but I just couldn’t seem to do that. Maybe because it was my brother and maybe because I was getting used to doing what I was told. Maybe I was just afraid.
My tongue couldn’t help but touch his thing occasionally. I could taste the salty precum on it’s tip. His words kept up their barrage of encouragement. The pressure on my collar kept my head moving onto his cock.
Soon my mouth was full of it, but still it kept coming. He pushed in until his cock touched the back of my throat. He told me how proud he was of me, how beautiful I was, how I was such a wonderful loving sister.
I began to relax a little. Then I felt his cock starting to withdraw, ever so slowly. I relaxed more, thinking it might be over, even though I knew he hadn’t cum. He pulled out so that there was only an inch or so inside my mouth, just the head of his cock.
All of a sudden he pushed forward again. His hands had moved to the back of my head, holding me just behind my ears. This time, it wasn’t so slow. He pushed in quickly, striking my throat. But then he pulled out again.
“Okay, Steph,” he said, “use your tongue, slide it along the shaft as it moves in your mouth.”
He started going in and out of my mouth, coaching me on what to do until I started doing it. I didn’t think I had a choice. He told me when to lick, when to suck, when to twirl my tongue around the tip of the shaft. It seemed to get bigger, stiffer than ever.
After a few minutes, he warned me he was going to cum. He wanted me to swallow it just like I did the stuff in the saucer. I was really scared. I didn’t want his stuff in my mouth – not right out of his dick. And suddenly there was hot spunk hitting the back of my throat as he held it in my mouth. His cock expanded as it ejaculated and my tongue could feel the spunk traveling along the shaft as it was expelled.
As he came, he slowly pulled out, allowing more room for spurt after spurt of his spunk. It was a lot of spunk. He kept cumming and cumming. It filled my mouth. I could not swallow quickly enough with my mouth also filled with his cock. Some drooled out of my mouth. Finally he was done and his cock softened and he pulled it out with a plop.
After I’d swallowed what was in my mouth, he used his finger to scrap what escaped from my mouth and had me suck his fingers clean again. Then he helped me up from where I kneeled in front of him and had me lie on the couch again, all the while telling me how proud he was of me. He said I was a good little slut and was so beautiful.
I felt awful. I had sucked my brother off. I was such a slut. My never-ending tears were again streaking down my cheeks. My arousal hadn’t faded though. I guess the slut part of me had liked the contact with a man’s cock. There was some kind of feminine power in being able to get a guy off.
He’d been rewinding the porn tape during my ministrations. He must have a spot in mind because he stopped the tape before it reached the beginning. Once he’d cum, he pressed ‘play.’ It started at the point where them women were getting spanked and whipped. Then, true to his word, he got me off again. He sucked my nipples and played with my pussy and my clit until I came twice more. The film of the women getting abused seemed to add to my excitement, as well as his. But it just didn’t seem as enjoyable as before – not after what he’d made me do with his cock.
When we were done, my panties were pushed down on my thighs, once again exposing my pussy to my brother. My shirt was pushed up over my breasts. I was soaked in sweat and pussy juice.
Dave readjusted my clothes and then pulled me up by my leash and led me upstairs. Giving me 10 minutes in the bathroom to clean up a little (releasing one of my wrists, but fastening my ankle cuffs), he left me alone, but with the door open.
After 10 minutes he came and refastened my wrists to the waist belt. Releasing my ankles, he led me, not to my own bedroom, but to our mother’s. He refastened my ankles together, then put me into the big queen bed our mother slept in. Then he got in too.
We slept together that night, him keeping a hand on me and occasionally caressing my breast or my pussy or whatever his hand was near until he fell asleep. I wasn’t far behind him, exhausted as I was, I soon fell asleep as well, my eyes full of dried tears. I slept with guilt and shame, lost innocence and memories of unbridled passion. Who was I?
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