Stephanie\'s New Year

Stephanie’s New Year               Part 3         Stephanie Has Company

 

 

Our story continues in the morning …

 

I woke up about 8 a.m.  Dave was still asleep.  He and I were still in our mothers’ bed and I was still dressed as I’d been, in a short T-shirt and bikini panties.  I wore ankle cuffs that were fastened together with very little play between them.  My wrists were stiff cuffed and attached to the waist belt.  I couldn’t really stretch my arms fully and they were cramping, having been at a forced angle all night.  And of course, my ever-present dog collar.

 

 My immediate need was to pee, but with my ankles and wrists restrained, and the end of my leash somewhere beneath Dave, I was going to have to wake him up.  I whispered his name gently, yet urgently.

 

Dave woke up reluctantly.  Actually, he seemed pissed that I woke him up.  I told him the only reason I’d done it was because I had to pee.  He released my ankles and one wrist and told me impatiently to hurry up and use Mom’s toilet.  I hurried and was back in just a few minutes and laid back down on the bed.

 

Dave refastened my ankle cuffs and my free wrist to the belt.  He then rolled over and faced me, saying he’d like to make me a deal.

 

“Okay…” I said, not sure where this was going.

 

“You get me off and I’ll get you off.” he said in a rather off-hand manner.

 

“Dave, can’t we just have a normal day?” I asked.

 

“This WILL be a normal day… But I suppose we should start with a refresher on the rules of our game that we’ve been developing.” he said.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“First rule… we never do anything you haven’t agreed to, right?” he asked.

 

“Right.” I said with a little more enthusiasm. 

 

“Second rule… You can’t go back on any permission you’ve already given.”

 

“But…”

 

“Stephanie, we talked about that already.  Remember?”

 

“Well,” I said with considerably less enthusiasm, “okay.”

 

“As I told you, we can’t very well be playing along and all of a sudden you want to go backwards, can we?”

“I guess not.”

 

“Third rule… No speaking unless you are asked a direct question or you have permission.”

 

“STILL?” I asked in shock.  I didn’t realize he was carrying on with that one.

 

“Yes,” he said, “and that includes now.”  He looked at me sternly when he said this.

 

“Okay.” I said with disappointment.

 

“Fourth rule… always address people with respect.  You shouldn’t just say, ‘yeah’ or ‘okay.’  Say ‘sir.’  Got it?”

 

“Yes SIR.” I said with a little sarcasm.

 

“Fifth rule… You can’t orgasm without permission.”  This he said with a smirk.

 

“Uhh, okay.” I said, my face turning beet red.

 

“STEPH!  Did you already forget the fourth rule?”

 

“Yes Sir, I mean no Sir.” I said flustered.

 

“Now you’ve got ME confused.” he said with a smile.  “Recite rules four and five for me.”

 

“Rule four is that I need to call people sir.”

 

“Well, speak respectfully, including sir.” he said.  “And rule five?”

 

“Um, when I want to cum, I have to … uh, I have to have permission.”

 

“Not bad, but now say it again with respect.”

 

I sighed.  “When I want to cum, I have to have permission, SIR.”

 

“Better.  Now, rule six… You have to do everything I say so long as it complies with the first rule.”

 

This one I was even less enthusiastic about.  “What happens if I don’t like a rule, or want to negotiate a rule?  What happens if I don’t want to play the game anymore?”

 

“You just broke rule four.” he said with a sigh.  “I did not give you permission to talk.  All you need do is acknowledge a rule.  But for your information, you don’t have the right to question a rule.  And quitting the game is not an option.”

 

“But…” I started to say, my jaw hanging open.

 

“Okay, that’s enough!” he says and flips me over on my stomach.  He jerks my panties down to the middle of my thighs and starts beating my butt with his hand.  Bound as I was, there was nothing I could do to stop him.

 

“OW!  Dave!  Stop!” I cried.  “Okay… SIR!”  I kept trying to divert his attention as he whacked my butt with his hand, but he didn’t stop, didn’t say a word.  He just kept pounding me until I started screaming in pain, tears leaking out on the sheets.

 

Finally, he stopped.  He must have hit me like fifty times.  He pulled my panties up tightly into my crotch.

 

“Now, if you think you can obey rule four, we’ll continue.  Rule seven… as we’ve just demonstrated, any infraction of the rule will be punished.  Though I can punish you any way I see fit, including temporarily setting aside rule one, if I spank you, all spankings will be on bare skin.  Do you understand?”

 

“Yes sir.” I whimpered feeling defeated.

 

“Now, why do we need these rules.  What are you Steph?”

 

I was too upset to think clearly, so I just said, “You’re little sister.”

 

WHACK!  He hit my ass again hard.  Then he reached between my legs, which I hadn’t thought to close too tightly, and started fingering my pussy beneath my panties.

 

“Now let’s try again.  What are you?”

 

“A slut.” I said in shame, knowing now what he wanted.

 

“That’s right.” he said as he continued to finger me.  “And do you think a filthy little slut, no matter how pretty she is, should be questioning me or trying to think for herself?”

 

“No.” I said meekly, filled with renewed shame, feeling my pussy getting wet.  I hated his words, but obviously what he said was true.  I was a filthy little slut, even now getting wet while he humiliated me.

 

“Rule eight… you belong to me.  You are my slut, my slave.  When you deserve it, I’ll give you more pleasure than you’ve had in your life, but you will serve me at all times.  Understand?”

 

“Yes sir, I will serve you at all times.” I said through my sobs.  I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by “slave” but didn’t feel I was in a position to ask too many questions just then.

 

“Okay, that’ll do for now.  We’ll maybe look at more later.  Now let’s get back to our day.  And it’s going to start with you sucking me off.” he said in a stern tone.  “Now get with it.  Surely you don’t want another spanking?”

 

“No sir, I’ll do it.” I said, and started working my way over to him as best I could without use of my arms or legs.  At least I was already face down.

 

While I was maneuvering toward his crotch, he worked out of his underclothes and I could see his cock pointing almost straight up as he sat back down on the bed.  Precum was smeared across the tip of it.

 

As I lay there looking toward his cock, I just wasn’t sure if I could bring myself to suck it.  So I tried one more gambit.  “Dave… sir, can’t we please just go eat breakfast?” I asked as respectfully as I could.

 

He said nothing, but grabbed my hair and brought me down in contact with his stiffened cock.  I hated myself and him right then, but I started to kiss his cock, then licking it like a popsicle.  Dave gave me instructions on how to do things and improve my technique as I worked on him.  He even helped drag it out more so that he didn’t come quickly, but would last longer.

 

He moaned in pleasure, telling me how good I was, how great I looked with a cock in my mouth.  He said I was the most beautiful girl in the world when I was sucking cock.  My hands were fastened to my sides and I was sprawled across the bed using my neck muscles to move up and down on his cock.

 

After about 15 minutes, his cock suddenly hotter and larger and pulsed into my mouth.  He filled my mouth with his cum and I struggled to swallow it all, knowing he’d be angry if I didn’t.  In the position we were in, if any leaked out, it would drain back down on him.  As his cock shrank down to normal again, we both lay there panting.  Despite my efforts, some of his spunk had leaked out and was drooling down his scrotum.

 

“Missed some, didn’t you?” he said.  “Always clean up someone who has used your services.”

 

Humiliated even further with him treating me like a thing, I sucked his ball sack into my mouth and licked it clean, then made sure his cock was also clean.  I wanted to go wash the spunk out of my mouth, but my ankles and wrists were still fastened.

 

After a few minutes he said, “Well, a deal’s a deal” and he got up on his knees and moved toward me, unfastening my ankles, but leaving my wrists attached. 

 

He grabbed the waistband of my panties and slipped them off me, making me naked below my high rising shirt.  I was bare from my toes to three inches above my belly button.  I protested him stripping me telling him that I hadn’t told him he could do that.  He just reached up and slapped me, not hard enough to bruise, but not lightly either.

 

“Enough” he said, “No more back talk.”

 

I had tears in my eyes as he pulled my ankles up and pushed them toward my head, my knees touching my chest.  To keep them that way, he fastened my ankle cuffs to the headboard.  At least I still had my t-shirt on.  But my position completely exposed my butt hole and my pussy to him.  He put a finger inside me.  It came out wet. 

 

“I see my little slut likes sucking cocks.” he said.

 

I was so ashamed, but knew the morning’s activities had already been making my body excited.  He started licking me out then, dragging his tongue from my butt hole to my clit.  Taking his time, he gradually urged me toward climax. 

 

After Dave had made me suck him off, I really didn’t feel like cumming myself.  I just wanted to take a shower and rinse out my mouth.  But I couldn’t help myself as he continued to lick my pussy.  Shivers started flying through me as his tongue worked around and around my pussy, played with my clit, and drove into my hole.

 

My fists balled into fists and my blood seemed to boil.  My pussy was the source of the fire.  Dave was fanning the flames of my body’s desire.  My resistance crumbled and all of a sudden I wanted to cum more than anything.

 

His hands pushed my T-shirt up off my breasts and played with my nipples, his fingers circling my nipples.  Closer and closer they went until they were playing with my nipples, pinching them, kneading my breasts, flicking the tips that had grown hard and extended as he mauled me.

 

Occasionally, Dave would give a slurping sound as he sucked up the juices from my pussy.  The next minute, his tongue would lap at my butt hole, tickling the rim of my anus.  I thought it was disgusting, but it also felt really good.  He put his mouth over my pussy hole and sucked like from an inverted straw.  It felt like he was trying to suck my whole sex up into his mouth.  It was sending me closer and closer to the edge.

 

I was frustrated I couldn’t use my hands.  I thrashed around, limited by the way my knees were positioned out to my sides as I was bent in half for him to pleasure me.  I came in a powerful orgasm that covered his face in my juices.  I screamed out in my ecstasy.  I wondered later if the neighbors heard me.

 

But Dave didn’t stop.  He kept his tongue twirling around inside me and then I felt his finger, coated with my own juices, push through into my butt hole.  That sent me over the edge again at the same time I screamed “NO!”  I didn’t want him in my butt hole, but it made me cum all the same, and he ignored me anyway.

 

He kept at it until I’d cum 3 more times.  I was so exhausted, I didn’t even have the strength to bring my legs down from where they were fastened when he released them.  Dave pulled them back down until they were in a normal position.

 

I was close to comatose as he released my wrists from the belt.  He pulled me into something of a sitting position and pulled my T-shirt over my head and off.  I was naked, but was so spent, I no longer had the energy to care.

 

“You are such a cunt slut.  I’ve never known of someone who can cum so much.  But you are so gorgeous when you’re cumming.  But I know something to make you look just perfect.”

 

He refastened my wrists to the waist belt and then picked me up and carried me into our bathroom, where he laid me on the bath mat, right there on the floor.  He got some things from the counter and set them beside me.  I was still pretty oblivious to what he was doing.  I just wanted to sleep and a couple of times as I lay there, I may even have nodded off.

 

He moved my legs apart and knelt between them, facing me, keeping me relaxed with his hands caressing my thighs, my stomach, my breasts.  He just kind of rubbed me so I’d be relaxed, not stimulated.  Besides, by now I was actually a little over-sensitive between my legs.  I started coming around a little more as I felt him massaging me above my slit.

 

It felt pretty slick and I guess I figured it was with my pussy juices.  Then I felt a kind of scraping sensation.  He was shaving my pubic hair!  He kept talking to me as I regained my senses.  He told me how beautiful I was and how sexy.  He said how I would look even better without hair down there.  He said it would be easier for him to lick me if he didn’t have to lick hairs.

 

His voice was soft and reassuring.  It was mesmerizing and kept me in that calm state I’d had after my climaxes.  The only thing I could think of was what he was telling me.  This would be easier for him.  I’d look better.  All sluts shaved themselves.  It would make me sexier.  I’d like it a lot.

 

Soon he was done and picked up the stuff he’d used on me and put it away.  Then he turned on the shower.  He removed the cuffs from my wrists and my ankles.  He even removed my collar and waistbelt.  Then he used steel handcuffs and refastened my hands in front of me.  He helped me up and put me in the warm water of the shower, helping me to stand as he used his hands to completely wash my body.

 

If felt so good to have him wash me, to feel his soapy hands all over me.  He massaged shampoo into my hair and washed out the sweat and tangles of the previous few hours.  Dave even washed my pussy.  When he was ready to wash my butt, he made me lean forward and spread my legs as far apart as the shower stall allowed me.  I had to use my bound hands to steady myself as he pushed me further into a bent over position.  He soaped up my butt and massaged my spanked butt with his hands.  Using a soapy finger he pushed a little way up my butt hole.  That was enough to bring me around completely and I tensed up.  I would have straightened up, but I was leaning over too much. 

 

“Dave!  No!” I protested. 

 

“Shut up, slut!” he said as he pushed in a little further and twisted his finger around.  I wanted to cry.  This was not something I had agreed to allow him to do.

 

He didn’t continue much longer though and pulled his finger out of me.  He helped me stand up and the told me to wash him off.  I did, using my cuffed hands and soap to wash him, even his cock and his butt.  But I didn’t push a finger in him like he did me.

 

He got me out of the shower and had me dry him.  Then he dried me, taking his time with my private parts.  He put on his robe, reattached my collar and pushed me to my bedroom and stood me in front of my dressing mirror.  He released my wrists and set the handcuffs aside.  Then he stood behind me, and began to brush my hair.

 

My hands went instinctively to cover my breasts and pussy.  He reached up without a word and moved my arms to my sides.  I stood there with my brother, completely naked and  unrestrained save for my collar, wondering what was coming next.  I fought the tears that wanted to spring into my eyes at my embarrassment.  No one had seen me naked since I was a little girl.  That was what I looked like now as I gazed down at my freshly shaved pussy.  I looked like a ten year old.

 

“YOU SHAVED MY PUSSY!” I said incredulous, as if realizing it for the first time, my voice filled with incredulity, grief, and growing anger.

 

He nodded.  “Who owns you?” he asked, his hands suddenly gripping my arms tightly.

 

I just hung my head, too mad to surrender to him right then.

 

“Who OWNS you?” he asked again, a little louder, rubbing the hair brush on my butt.

 

“You do.” I said, my emotions swinging quickly from anger to fear.  Part of me realizing if I could let him do shave me, I must belong to him.  But I still couldn’t believe he’d done it, especially without asking.

 

“And what are you?” he asked.

 

I didn’t want to say it.  I knew what he wanted me to say, and I knew, looking back over the morning’s orgasms, it was true.  I felt my pride crumbling more and more within me.  I had just been so filled with my own slutty passion and pleasure that I had let my brother shave me without protest.  I knew the truth.

 

“A… a slut” I said sheepishly.  My soul seemed to die a little.

 

“Hmmm… actually, I think you’ve graduated” he said.  “You are now my cock-sucking slut.” he said with a smile.

 

I felt really low.  I wanted to just crawl under the bed and disappear. 

 

“So, tell me again what you are.” he demanded.

 

I took a deep breath and admitted, “I’m a cock-sucking slut.” I said.

 

I sobbed.  He held me in his arms, saying, “That’s right, you’re my beautiful little cock-sucking slut, my personal little slave and I love you.”

 

I just sobbed some more.  But I still wondered what he meant about ‘slave.’  I was afraid he wanted a more sexual relationship – that he’d make me do things with him.  We hadn’t done any sex, yet.  Well, maybe sexual stuff, but we certainly hadn’t had intercourse.

 

“And I’m going to try to give you as many climaxes as you deserve, every day.  I know how you love to cum baby.” he continued.  “But before you can cum, I’m normally going to have you give me pleasure, just so we can keep things fair, okay baby?” he said.

 

I just stood there, tears streaming down my face.

 

“And we need to get you used to things, so for now, I’m going to leave you unrestrained, except for your collar and leash so long as you’re a good girl, and we’ll skip the clothes for now too.” he said. 

 

“No, please Dave” I pleaded through my sobs, “Please let me wear something.”

 

“What did I say about talking without permission?” he asked smacking my right butt cheek with the brush.  “Now enough of that.  Do you really think cock-sucking slaves deserve clothes?  Clothes are for goodie-goodie girls.  You’re a beautiful cock-sucking slut.  You need to display your pretty body.  That’s what you’re good for, Steph.  You have the terrific job in life of giving other people pleasure.  No one needs your worthless opinions and your personal desires aren’t important.  Now be quiet and let’s go downstairs.”

 

And I felt worthless.  Why was I even alive?  Was it really for other peoples’ pleasure?  Dave was destroying any self esteem I had, except he praised my body and my ability to give pleasure.  My never-ending tears continued as I hung my head in humiliated submission.  At fourteen, my self-esteem was shaky anyway.  Like everyone else at that age, I was trying to discover my identity.  Maybe years later, when I was more sure of who I was, I wouldn’t have been so easily manipulated, but he was quickly reforming how I saw myself.

 

He refastened the cuffs to my ankles and wrists, though left them free, and clipped the leash to the ring on my still-sore belly button piercing.  Then he turned to go out of my room.  This was a new one.  If I didn’t go along, he’d probably rip my belly apart.  Naturally, I followed, naked though I was, trying to keep slack in the leash.  I put a hand on the leash to take up the tension, but he told me not to or he’d cuff my hands again.

 

He sat on the couch, but made me kneel down on the floor in front of the couch, but close enough where he could touch me.

 

“Hmmm, I like you like this.  And since you’re a little cock-sucking slave slut,” he said, “you will always kneel on the floor in front of me unless I tell you otherwise.  Is that understood?”

 

I just nodded, humiliated.

 

There was a sharp yank on the leash connected to my belly button.

 

“OW!” I said.

 

“Answer me!” he ordered.

 

“Yes sir” I said.

 

“Yes sir, what?” he said.

 

“Yes sir, I’ll kneel in front of you unless you tell me otherwise.”

 

“Good.  Now that’s rule nine.”  He just petted my head like I was some kind of dog and turned on the TV.

 

“Okay slave slut,” he said, “go fix me some sausage and fried eggs for breakfast.”

 

I said, “Yes sir” again and started to get up, but he pulled me back down and told me to crawl into the kitchen on my hands and knees, dragging my leash between my legs.  He told me a slave slut didn’t deserve to walk.  Tears of humiliation fell to the carpet as I crawled.

 

I wanted to quit, to say I’d had enough, but each time I’d questioned him, he’d spanked me hard and I didn’t want to be punished again.  As I fixed his breakfast, I began to wonder how I could approach Mom about it all.  Would she even care?  After all, I think Dave had always been her favorite.

 

I looked at the sausage and eggs I was frying up for him and almost drooled.  I was so hungry.  I put it on a plate and called to him, asking if he wanted to eat it in the kitchen or in the living room.  When I turned, he was in the doorway.  I almost put my hands up to cover my nudity, but stopped myself.  Dave just smiled at me as he saw what happened.

 

He let me fix my own breakfast too, a measured cup of cereal and a half cup of skim milk.  He told me to put it on the floor.  So, with my eyes tearing again, I did.  I had to lick it out of the bowl, kneeling on the floor, naked as a jaybird.  When I was finished, he told me to get under the table and give him a blowjob while he finished eating.

 

Well, somehow that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  I’d had to give him a blowjob earlier, been spanked, given a bunch of rules I didn’t like, made to play this stupid game, walk around naked, leashed at my navel, kneel at his feet, and crawl to make HIS breakfast.  I’d had enough and without thinking of the consequences I got up from the floor about as pissed as I’d ever been in my life

 

“FORGET IT DAVE!  “I’VE HAD IT!  I’M NOT ABOUT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!” I stormed.  “I’ve had enough of this game and I DON’T want to play anymore!”

 

And with that, I turned around and headed out of the kitchen to go upstairs and put on some clothes.  I wasn’t going to be his little slave cock-sucking slut anymore.  I didn’t care if I never had another orgasm in my life.

 

But I’d forgotten… in my anger, I’d forgotten about the leash connected to my belly button.  As I turned and started to walk out the door, I experienced an excruciating pain that felt like my stomach was being ripped open.

 

It twisted me around, facing back toward Dave and hurt so bad I fell to my knees instantly grabbing my stomach, like I wanted to hold my guts in.  I saw the leash coming from between my hands and wandering over across the floor, where it was pinned beneath his foot.

 

Somehow while I’d been concentrating on other things, he’d managed to step on the leash so when I’d attempted to leave, it had jerked me back.  I looked at the loop that went through my belly button and saw that I’d torn something a little.  There was a little bit of blood.  Frantically, I tried to release the leash from myself, but it was locked in place and wasn’t going anywhere.

 

“Dave, please let me go.” I pleaded.  “I don’t want to do this anymore.  I’m through playing this game.”

 

He ignored me and just sat there finishing his breakfast.  While he was looking somewhere else, I tried to disconnect the leash.  I tried to remove the loop from my belly button.  Nothing doing.

 

When he was done, he stood up and put his plate in the sink.  He still hadn’t said a thing.  I was starting to get scared as I realized I couldn’t get free.

 

He pulled lightly on the leash and said, “Up.”

 

I didn’t want to obey him anymore.  I wanted this to stop.  I didn’t move.  He pulled up on the leash harder.  It was really starting to hurt my belly button.  He didn’t say anything else, just kept gradually increasing the pressure on my leash to get me to stand up.  I grabbed hold of my end of the leash and tried to yank it out of his hands, as well as relieve the pressure on me.

 

It didn’t work.  He reached down and grabbed one of my naked nipples and twisted it as far as his hand would turn, then pulled up on it and the leash at the same time.  I shrieked!  God that hurt! 

 

Shakily, I stood up.  As soon as I did, he twisted me around, pulled my wrists behind my back and locked the cuffs together.  Then using the leash, he compelled me to follow him into the living room.  He had me stand in front of him, completely naked, with my arms fastened behind me and only about 6 inches of play in the leash which he held close to my abdomen.  Then he fastened my ankles together and sat back to just look at me.

 

After a minute or two, he asked, “Now … what is all this about.”

 

In rapid fire, filled with anger and fear, yet trying to reassert my personhood, I told him I wasn’t a slut, and I wasn’t a cock-sucker.  I wasn’t a slave, and I didn’t belong to him.  I was my own person.  I was free.  I might not be a goodie-goodie, but I was a good girl.  I didn’t appreciate being treated like a dog to lick cereal out of a bowl.  I didn’t like dressing like a slut or traipsing around without clothes on, or having my belly button pierced without a say so.  I told him I didn’t appreciate him taking liberties with my body and I didn’t want him touching me anymore.  I was done with his little games and if he didn’t quit right now, I’d tell mom as soon as she walked in the door tomorrow.  Tears of frustration were leaking from my eyes as I finished my tirade. 

 

“Done?” Dave asked.

 

He looked unphased by all that I’d just said and just sat there looking at me patiently.

 

I nodded, hoping his lack of anger meant that it could all be over.

 

“So, you’ve cum like there’s no tomorrow, but you’re not a slut?” he said.

 

I shook my head and said, “No.”

 

“You ate sperm and sucked cock, but you’re not a cock-sucker?” he continued

 

I shook my head again, “No, I just did that cause you made me.”

 

“You don’t belong to me so I guess that means you’re not my 14-year old sister who our mother told to do as I said, when she put me in charge?” he asked.

 

“I am your sister, but I don’t BELONG to you.”

 

“You didn’t want your belly button pierced, even though that’s what you’ve been saying for months?” he said.

 

I just stood there.  He kind of had me on that one.

 

“And you haven’t enjoyed the way you’ve been treated, right?” he asked.

 

I shook my head, though not very vigorously, knowing the conflict inside me.

 

Keeping a tight grip on the leash attached to my belly button, he reached forward before I knew what was happening and poked a finger into my pussy.  It came out damp and shinny.  He wiped it all over my mouth.  I couldn’t help but smell myself.  It smelled sweet, but again I felt humiliated.

 

He pulled me closer and maneuvered me to sit on his lap.  I had no choice but to set my naked butt down on his legs.  He looped the leash around my waist and then held onto my waist and the leash with his right hand while his left rested on my thigh.

 

“Stephanie,” he said patiently, “I know you better than you know yourself.  A part of you wants to stay normal, to be like all the other girls you know.  But the real you is buried under all that.  You really like submitted to someone else’s control.  You’re someone who gets off on being made to do things, sexual or otherwise.  You enjoy your own body and you want to feel everything it is capable of feeling, but it’s more exciting for you when someone else makes you have those feelings.  You can’t excite yourself like someone else can.”

 

His left hand began moving around on my thigh, even though I wasn’t at first aware of it.  I didn’t want to accept what he was saying, but part of me recognized there was truth in what he said.

 

“This is who you are, Steph.” he went on to say.  “It is the only way you can be truly happy.  I know it’s hard on you right now… to make the transition from the way society has tried to make you to become who you really are, but when the day comes for you to accept it, you will find nothing makes you happier.”

 

“My sweet little slut, I’m doing all this for you.  The longer you resist your true role in life, the harder things will be for you.  Since the caveman days, most women have wanted a man to be the one in charge.  You’re just beginning to let those instincts be rediscovered.”

 

I fought against what he was saying.  I rejected it.

 

“So it’s important that I make you see yourself for who you are.  It’s important that I encourage you and even force you if necessary to do these things, so you’ll learn about yourself.”  He said.

 

I didn’t want to believe him.  I just wanted to go back to my old life.  To the way things used to be.  I had begun to notice his hand on my thigh, moving around, gently massaging me.  The way I was sitting, it was hard to keep my thighs completely together, one of my legs was hanging slightly off to the side so I could keep my balance.  As he gently moved his hand around on my thigh, while distracting me with his words, his hand had come closer to my slit, even brushing against it ever so slightly.

 

“When Mom comes home, you can tell her if you want.” he said.  “But until then, you’ll just have to take my word for it.  And it’s important that I don’t give you any choice.”

 

“Dave” I said, “I don’t want to do this anymore.  I just want my life back.”

 

“Then why are you thrusting your pussy at my hand?” he asked.

 

I looked down at his hand near my pussy.  I froze in shock.  I had been completely unaware I was doing it, but there was my slit, right up against his hand.  Who knows, maybe he exaggerated or made it all up.  But I died of embarrassment anyway.

 

“As I said,” Dave went on, “this is who you are and all I’m doing is letting you see it.  Now, I’m afraid we have to deal with that little rebellion you had.  It is important that you come to realize who is in charge.  You have to learn to obey so you’ll be a good girl.  Bad girls are disobedient and keep trying to be independent.  Good girls do what they’re told.”

 

Pushing on my hips, he made me stand up briefly, then laid me down across his lap.  I knew I was in for another spanking and with my wrists and ankles restrained, there wasn’t going to be much I could do about it.

 

I did struggle though.  I didn’t want to be treated like that and I certainly didn’t want another spanking.  He reached between my legs, grabbed the leash and wrapped it around his foot so I was locked in place.

 

One arm held my waist and the other held onto the inside of one thigh near my crotch, so that he had a good grip.  He waited while I thrashed around until I started to run out of energy.  Then his hand went up and back down again like it was on a tight spring and slapped my butt cheek hard!

 

“OW!” I screamed.  That hurt and my butt was still sore from the spanking I’d had before breakfast. 

 

But he did it again, and again, and again.  With my wrists and ankles restrained and my belly button cinched to the floor by the leash, there wasn’t much I could do, but I kicked my legs up and down until I was exhausted. 

 

He continued to spank my butt, first one cheek then the other, until they both hurt like fire.  I screamed and pleaded and cried, but he kept spanking me as hard as he could.  It felt like he spanked me for half an hour.

 

I screamed until my throat was horse.  I cried, I sobbed.  It just went on and on.  Finally, he stopped.  I just lay there exhausted, not that I could do much else.

 

He released my wrists and let me slide down off his lap so that my knees hit the floor.  But he held onto my wrists, which he then moved in front of me and recuffed together.  Then he pushed me away so that I was on my hands and knees, a couple of feet from him.

 

“Now, back to the kitchen slut!” he ordered and slapped my rear again.

 

Slowly, pushing my hands first and then bringing my knees up to them, I crept toward the kitchen.  My butt was flame and the spanking had exhausted me.  Every time I paused, he would hit my butt again.  When we got to the kitchen, he made me crawl under the table then he sat down in the same chair, a fresh cup of coffee in front of him.

 

Then he opened his robe and told me to get to work.  I couldn’t come out until he’d cum and anything I let spill out of my mouth, I had to lick up from the floor.  Having no choice, I got to work.  I licked his cock like a popsicle stick and got a good taste of the pre-cum on the tip of it.

 

Taking the head into my mouth, I twirled my tongue around it and started sucking on it.  I leaned into his lap, forcing his cock up into my mouth as far as it would go, then leaned back, sucking on it as it pulled from my mouth.

 

I kept it up for almost 15 minutes.  I had no idea how he held out so long.  It was like he was somehow holding back, just to make it worse on me.  Finally, he came… hard.  The hot cum spurted onto my tongue and the back of my throat like liquid fire.  I tried to swallow it as it came: squirt, swallow; squirt, swallow.

 

But I missed a drop that hit the floor.  He noticed.  When I was done, I knew I had no choice so I leaned down and licked the drop of cum up off the floor.  Finally, he pulled me out from under the table and released my ankles, then had me stand.

 

He led me into the bathroom and then got some rubbing alcohol out of the medicine cabinet.  Dave again switched my arms so they were fastened behind me again.  Then he poured a few ounces of alcohol over my stomach, making sure it got well into my belly button.  It stung like acid as it worked into where my belly had torn a little earlier.

 

He lifted me up and set my rear on the sink counter.  I said “OUCH!” because it hurt like hell for my butt to be sitting.  Then he used some toilet paper to wipe off the excess and dab my belly button.  Using a hand, he stroked my pussy and inserted a finger into my hole.  He worked it in and out, also rubbing my clit and leaned forward to suck on my nipples until I was close to cumming.

 

Whispering in my ear, he asked, “Does the little cock-sucking cunt want to cum?”

 

My damn body had betrayed me again.  I did.  I wanted to cum, but I refused to answer him.  I had a tiny vestige of pride left.  He kept me on edge, just about to cum, until I finally nodded my head, the tears coming freshly down my face.

 

“Then beg your master, slave.  Beg me to let my slave cum.”

 

No, I thought to myself.  I just couldn’t fall back into that again.  But he kept me close to point of cumming, always pausing enough so that I didn’t go over the edge.  At least I didn’t give in right away.  Soon, my pussy was once again itching with its need.  His fingers moved around the lips of my pussy, stroked and squeezed my clit, and moved in and out of my slit.  I lasted for almost twenty minutes with him keeping me close to cumming until I just couldn’t take it anymore.  I felt defeated.

 

“Pleeeease, let me cum.” I said.

 

He didn’t yet.  He said, “Come on, beg you master to let his slave slut cum.”

 

I did it his way.  “Please master” I said panting, “Please let your slave slut cum.”

 

“That’s my good girl” he said, “That wasn’t so hard was it?”  Knowing perfectly well that it was one of the hardest things I’d ever done.

 

“But…  No.” he said, “You were a bad girl so you’ll have to wait.”

 

And with that, he stopped, and withdrew his hand from my dripping pussy.  I shrieked in frustration.  He put his finger in my gapping mouth and made me clean my own juices off his hands as I crumbled.

 

I couldn’t believe he wasn’t going to let me cum after all that build-up and making me say those things.  I just sobbed all over again.

 

“If you weren’t such a slut,” he said, “you wouldn’t need to cum so bad.  You see, I DO know you.  You even called yourself a slave and a slut and begged to cum.  You’re nothing but a filthy pathetic little cock-sucking cunt.  You’re a slut who’s a slave to sexual pleasure.”

 

I just hung my head and cried, filled with shame.  I knew he was right.  I didn’t deserve freedom.  I didn’t deserve a ‘normal’ life.

 

He released my ankles so I could walk, and led me back to my bedroom, where he had me kneel beside my bed.  I actually preferred to kneel rather than sit with my butt hurting like it did. 

 

It was 10:45 in the morning and before anything else happened, the phone rang.  He picked up the extension by my bed and said hello.

 

Someone must have asked about me, because he said, “No, I’m sorry… She’s kind of tied up right now and can’t get to the phone.  Can I pass a message to her?” <pause> “Okay, sure… I’ll tell her, but hey, I know she’s not allowed to come out tonight, but you’re welcome to come over here and join her for New Year’s Eve.  I’m sure she’d love to have a friend over to help her celebrate.”  I was freaking to know who he was talking to and then he said, “Just give us a call and let us know if you can come.”  Then he hung up.

 

“That was Rachel.” he said.  “She wanted to invite you over to her house for New Year’s Eve, but I told her you couldn’t come and invited her over here.  I’ll bet she’ll have fun joining in our little activities.”

 

I was shocked, and I was afraid for Rachel to see me like this.  “No Dave, we can’t do this if she’s over here.” I said. 

 

He got an angry look on his face and I realized I’d spoken without permission again.  He pushed the upper part of my body down across the bed, my knees still on the floor.  Without hesitation, he began smacking my tail again.  Thank goodness it didn’t last long this time, just long enough to remind me to keep my mouth shut.

 

Part of me hoped that she would come so we might have a break from all this stuff.  I had a feeling she’d want to come over.  She’d always had a thing for Dave, but he’d never shown any interest in her, especially since she was like 3 years younger than him.

 

He looked through my drawers and pulled out some clothes.  He tossed an old tan colored skirt I’d worn last year on the bed.  It had been short last year and I’d stopped wearing it because it was too small and tight.  Next, he tossed a white tube top, again from last year.  He also put some pink bikini panties down.  Then he told me to get up and get dressed.

 

He released my wrists and waited while I got dressed.  After I was dressed, he refastened my hands in front of me and pulled me into the bathroom by my leash.  When I saw myself in the mirror, I saw how much of a slut I looked like.  My legs were bare all the way up to the top of my thighs, with my little pink panties barely out of sight.  My abdomen was completely exposed, as were my shoulders.  Without a bra, the thin tube top allowed my little nipples to poke through when there were hard, like now. 

 

He set a pair of my mother’s sunglasses on the counter.  Using butterfly band-aids, Dave taped my eyelids closed.  Then I felt him using gauze pads and adhesive tape over top.  I felt the glasses being placed on my face.

 

“Poor thing,” he said, “you’ve had flash burns on you eyes and are temporarily blinded.” he said with a chuckle.

 

Before we left the house, he put a sweater over my shoulders and removed the leash from my belly button.  Reminding me not to say a word unless he told me to, we left.

 

It was strange, being led around without seeing.  Yesterday, I could at least see light through my eyelids.  Today, there was nothing.

 

As we were driving, Dave told me we were going to a tattoo parlor.  I was to ask for a tattoo to be put on my lower abdomen.  He pressed my body where he wanted it.  It would be put right above where my pubic hair had been, inches below my belly button.  He also told me I was going to ask for a small stud to be placed in my nose.  When asked for details I was to tell them to ask my brother Dave.

 

I tried to tell him I didn’t want a tattoo or a nose stud.  Not able to see, I never saw the blow coming.  He slapped my face, hard.  I just gasped.

 

“I told you to be quiet unless I wanted you to speak” he said.  “I don’t remember asking what you wanted.  That’s a lesson you had better learn slut!  You won’t be able to sit for a month if you keep this up.”

 

The radio said it was 11:30 a.m. just before I felt the car stop.  Dave released my wrists, freeing my hands, but warned me I was to keep them at my sides at all times.  If I didn’t behave myself inside and do what I’d been told, he’d use a belt on my butt the next time.

 

Dave helped me out of the vehicle and led me into a shop where he told someone that Stephanie was here for her appointment.  A girl’s voice said just a minute and we waited in silence for a minute.

 

I heard a guys voice say, “Hi, I’m Steve.  So, this is Stephanie.  Aren’t you a pretty young thing.”  He sounded kind of creepy.

 

Dave said, “She had kind of an accident and her eyes were flash burned.  Put out your hand Stephanie and shake Steve’s hand.”

 

I did.  He took my hand and shook it.  His hand felt clammy.  Steve told us to follow him and Dave guided me back.  I could tell by sounds and the way I was led that we’d gone into a smaller room.  They seated me on some kind of recliner. 

 

“Okay” said  Steve, “What’ll we have?”

 

Dave said, “I brought a picture of what she chose.”  I heard the rustle of some paper.

 

“Ahhh…” said Steve, “kinky, isn’t she?”

 

“You know it.” Dave said with a laugh.  That made me really curious about what they were going to put on me.

 

“Where do you want it, sweetheart?”

 

Embarrassed and turning red, I pointed to my mound and said, “Here.”

 

“Well we’re going to have to pull that skirt down a ways.” Steve said, chuckling.

 

“Allow me” Dave said.  “Steph, you’re going to have to push your hips off the seat a little.”

 

As I pushed myself up, I felt my skirt being pushed down… not an easy task considering how tight it already was.

 

“That’s as far as it will go, I’m afraid” Dave said.

 

“Hmmmm, that’s not really far enough” Steve said, “Tell you what.  I’ll get a towel she can cover up with, if you’ll just remove it altogether.”

 

“Oh sure, she can do that, can’t you Steph?” Dave said.

 

I wanted to say no way, I wasn’t about to take off my skirt to get a tattoo that I didn’t want in the first place, but wisdom prevailed, or was it my butt that was still sore from the last spanking.  I felt something placed over my middle; I guess it was the towel.  Dave had me lift up again and I felt him release my skirt and pull it out from under the towel.

 

I felt really vulnerable in this strange man’s presence with only a towel covering my panties.

 

Then I felt the towel being inched down.  The way it felt, it barely covered my pussy when the towel stopped moving down.  Then my panties were rolled down to just above my pussy lips.

 

“Now this is going to hurt some.” Steve said.  “She might be tempted to move her hands to stop things or twist about.  I recommend you allow us to restrain you Stephanie.  Otherwise it could be a problem.  Also, if she doesn’t do pain well, she might want to scream.  This is a sensitive area we’ll be working on.  We can put some gauze in your mouth so it won’t be so noisy if you’d like.”

 

I shook my head, scared, but I heard Dave say, “Sure, I think that’s probably a good idea and I’m sure Steph does too.”

 

I felt belts or straps fastened around my waist just under my belly button, my chest just under my arms and across my thighs.  My arms were then fastened to the arms of the chair and I felt something like a roll of gauze being stuffed into my mouth – a large roll of gauze which stretched my jaws open wide.  It was crammed behind my teeth and I knew I’d not be able to push it out with my tongue.

 

“Now just some disinfectant.” Steve said and I smelled alcohol or something like it and then I felt my lower abdomen being swabbed down.  I could feel him push the waistband of my panties way down.  I just hoped I was still covered.  “It’s good she has no hair around here or we’d have to shave it.”

 

“Okay, now for the fun part” Steve said with a little laugh which Dave echoed.  Somehow, I didn’t’ think it was going to be all that fun.

 

As the needle was applied to my skin, I yelped into the gag.  It hurt a lot more than I thought it would.  Maybe because it was such a sensitive area.  After a while, I guess I became more desensitized to the pain.  It didn’t seem to hurt as much.

 

They told me it took an hour of work, but eventually the tattoo was in place.  I was dying to know what they had put on me.  When he was done, Steve put a bandage over the area.

 

“Now” Steve said, “I understand she also wants a stud in her nose.

 

“Yeah” Dave agreed, “She’s becoming quite the little slut.” 

 

My face burned in embarrassment.  They talked about what kind of stud to put in my nose and came to agreement a short time later.  Next, I felt a band strapping my head to the back of the recliner so I couldn’t move my head.  Why they didn’t remove the other straps, I didn’t know.

 

I felt an instrument next to my nose and also something being put up in my nose.  I wondered when they’d put the ice on me to deaden the nerves when all of a sudden I felt the gun fire into my nose.

 

“HMMmmMGRfff”  I said into my gagged mouth.  They just didn’t bother with the ice or anything else to ease the pain.

 

“There we go” Steve said.  “Now is there anything else I can do for you two while you’re here?”

 

Dave hesitated saying, “hmmmmmm.” thoughtfully.

 

There was silence for a minute.  Then Dave told Steve as how I’d always wanted my tongue pierced.  I jerked around on the chair.

 

“I think we can arrange that.” Steve said, ignoring my protesting body movements.

 

The next thing I knew I heard Dave’s whispered command in my ear, “Not a sound.”  He emphasized his instruction with a hard pinch on my arm.

 

Steve removed the gauze from my mouth and pulled my tongue out of my mouth before I could utter a protest even if I’d wanted to.  He used another gun device and in two shakes fired it into my tongue.

 

My scream was a gurgle around the fingers in my mouth and my tongue sticking out.  I almost bit my tongue off.  It hurt SOOOOO bad.  I couldn’t believe they’d done that to me.  He wrapped my tongue in gauze and then pushed it back into my mouth, finishing by just putting the rest of the roll inside.  There was enough gauze to once again fill my mouth.

 

“All done.” Steve said.

 

He gave us instructions on keeping things cleaned and disinfected for a few days.  He said I’d probably be wanting to eat through a straw for a while and should use mouthwash regularly.

 

Dave told him I liked to suck popsicles and asked if that would be a problem.  Again, I just died of embarrassment. 

 

Steve chuckled and said it would probably hurt for a while, but wouldn’t cause any real damage, but that any, ah, foodstuffs should be shot as far in as possible.  I wanted to crawl into a black hole and be swallowed up.

 

They next started talking about price.  Dave asked if there were any discounts available.  Steve said no, but then I heard him whispering something.  I couldn’t make out what it was, but Steve became suddenly agreeable to a 50% discount.

 

“She’ll love it, don’t worry” Dave said.

 

All of a sudden, I felt my tube top being pulled up off my breasts and the towel being removed.  I tried to protest, but it hurt too much to even move my tongue, nor could I move much in the restraints.  The next thing I knew there was a hand groping my breast, a mouth covered my mouth in a kiss meant to cover any sound I could make with my tongue wrapped in gauze and another hand was playing with my pussy.

 

I thrashed around as much as my bindings let me, trying to get free or at least indicate I didn’t like what was happening.  Somewhere a few feet behind me I could here Dave’s chuckle so I knew it had to be Steve that was molesting me.

 

The worse thing was, it was working.  My body betrayed me and he was working me toward an orgasm.  I was so humiliated to be here, strapped down in a chair, being molested by a complete stranger, virtually naked… and, I was close to cumming.  Somehow the idea of being forced was even more exciting.

 

When he twisted my nipple and pinched my clit while burying a finger in my hole, I came.  I was crying, but I came.  My humiliated tears were soaking the gauze over my eyes.

 

Dave said, “That’s enough.  She was a bad girl earlier today so she only gets to cum once.  Just enough to remind her what she is.”

 

As the fingers left my pussy, I tried to push my hips up to get more but the straps prevented me, so I just cried more into the bandages on my eyes.  As I lay there trying to recover, I felt the tube top being lowered over my breasts and my restraints being let go.  But my top wasn’t as low as it was before.  I could tell that now it was pulled down only just below by little breasts.

 

Dave whispered in my ear as he released the head restraint, “That’s my good little slut.  Only a true slut would come from a complete stranger forcing his finger up her cunt.”

 

Crap!  I was so humiliated.  I just wanted to slither away across the floor.  I know I turned beet red; I could feel the heat in my face.  But I knew he was right.  I was a complete slut.  It seemed all I wanted to do lately was satisfy my pussy.

 

He pulled me up out of the chair and but left my panties pulled low; so low I was afraid they might work themselves down further when I walked.  But he did put my skirt back on.  He put it on a little higher than before so the waistband wouldn’t chafe my new tattoo.  I was grateful for that, but knew that the skirt was now that much higher on my thighs and I kept feeling drafts between my legs and around my butt.  He fastened my wrists together in front of me, clipping them to my belly button ring, then put the sweater over my arms in such a way as to cover my bound wrists.

 

Steve said, “Nice trick.” 

 

Would the humiliations never end?  I wondered why Steve didn’t protest the mistreatment of a minor, but then again, he’d just molested me himself.

 

Dave led me out of the store by holding my arm.  My hands were fastened to my belly button, I had a new tattoo right below that, my nose was freshly pierced and my tongue had a pole in it.  That, and the gauze wrapping my tongue made me feel like my mouth was chocked full of cloth.  I was a mass of pain and discomfort.

 

We made a stop at a fast food restaurant.  I could hear Dave ordering through the window.  All I got was a milk shake, which he told me I couldn’t have until I’d earned it.

 

When we went in the house, Dave first released my restraints and told me to take my clothes off right there in the front hallway.  I was absolutely shocked!  I stood there, not believing what he was asking me to do.

 

“O WUAY!” I told him through my gauze filled mouth.  Then I regretted trying to say anything as pain shot through my whole mouth from where my tongue had been pierced.  My hands shot to my jaws to hold my mouth.

 

I heard a swishing sound, which my slow brain informed a few seconds later had been his belt being pulled from his pants.  The next thing I knew was a <crack!> sound and then a searing pain in my butt.  I tried to move away, but ran into the wall as another slap hit my thigh.  I tried to put my hands down to protect myself, but he’d just hit another place.  He only hit me five times and then asked me if I was ready to do what I was told.

 

“Besides,” he said, “what’s the big deal?  I’ve already seen it all haven’t I?”

 

Maybe, I thought, but that wasn’t me willingly stripping for him.  But I didn’t want to get hit again so I took off my top and skirt, dropping them slowly to the floor.  I sniffled in pain and embarrassment as I stood there naked in front of my brother, my hands moving to protect my pussy and my breasts.  It was embarrassing, even though I couldn’t see anything through my bandaged eyes.

 

My hands had barely stilled from moving when I felt him slap my face, first in one direction then another.  It wasn’t really hard, but it still hurt.

 

“Don’t ever do that again.” he said sternly.  “You’re a slut, remember?  You’re supposed to show yourself.”  Then his finger was inside my pussy.  It was only then that I realized I was wet. 

 

“You see what I mean?  You’re such a filthy slut, just stripping in front of me makes you wet, or was from getting spanked?  Either way, it just shows how much of a slut your are.”

 

I hung my head.  I couldn’t see with my eyes bandaged, but somehow, I felt unworthy to be seen, even by my brother.  I felt like scum.  Dave refastened my hands together in front of me, then attached them to my belly button ring.  Then he reattached my leash to my collar and told me to get on my hands and knees.  He made me crawl, still blind-folded, into the living room.  He removed the sunglasses, but left my eyes bandaged.

 

I heard his trousers drop and he sat down on the couch.  He removed the gauze from my tongue (for which I was grateful) and then ordered me to give him a blow job (for which I was NOT grateful). 

 

I was appalled!  How could I do that with my tongue freshly pierced?  I remembered what happened this morning when I’d refused and didn’t want a repeat, much less a belt.  Still, I wanted nothing to do with having something in my mouth right then.  I tried to back away, shaking my head.

 

He grabbed my hair and pulled me toward his cock.  He stuck his thumbs in my mouth, forcing my jaws open.  As my mouth opened, I screamed around his penis at the pain my new post caused me and tried again to back away.  But his hands in my hair wouldn’t let me.

 

I had no idea Dave could be so cruel.  I felt like a piece of meat as he fucked my mouth.  I was certainly in too much pain to respond.  I tried to keep my tongue out of his way, but it wasn’t possible.  It felt like he was going to rip my tongue out as he pushed his cock in and out of my sore mouth.  I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me so soon after my tongue had been pierced.

 

“Oh yeah, baby.  Suck me good.  That stud feels so good on my cock.”

 

It may have felt good for him, but it was torture for me!  Every time he moved in or out, my post shifted angles and his moving cock seemed to be trying to pull the post out of my tongue.  The pain was excruciating!  I screamed and moaned and bucked my head trying to get away.  I could feel his cock scraping past the stud in my tongue, in and out.  Each movement felt like he was tearing my tongue apart.  But he seemed to get heightened pleasure from it. 

 

“Oh yeah, that feels so good.  Do it slut!  Take my seed, you little cocksucker.”

 

Fortunately, he must have been really worked up because it didn’t take him long to cum.  As I felt him getting ready to shoot his load, he pushed really hard and I felt his cock bend down into my throat.  He deep-throated me as I felt his spunk shooting down my gullet.  Gross!

 

I couldn’t breathe until he was done and shrank enough for me to get air past his cock.  He pulled out and I cried in pain.  I just crumpled there in front of him as he put his thing away.  I was a blubbering mass of degraded little slut. 

 

Dave picked me up enough to return me to my knees and gave me the milkshake.  I sucked it in, trying to keep the straw in past my new post.  It helped to rinse the taste of his spunk out of my mouth and the cold deadened my tongue a little.  After a couple of minutes and several gulps, I felt a little better.  As I drank in relief, Dave rubbed my head, and complimented me.

 

“I love you so much Stephie.  You’re so pretty and you suck cock so good, baby.  You’re such a beautiful little slut.  I’m going to love you forever.”

 

Somehow, it made me feel better that he liked what I did; that I’d pleased him and he thought I was pretty.  Maybe I just didn’t hear him call me a slut. 

 

Dave pulled me by the leash on my collar and made me crawl upstairs to my bedroom.  He let me sit on my bed and asked me if I wanted to have a nice cum and a nap.  I felt so drained, I just nodded. 

 

He laid me down on the bed and released my hands from my belly button, but kept them fastened together.  He then attached them to the head board.  Dave told me to open my legs.  Almost on automatic pilot, I complied, spreading my naked body for him.

 

He gave me a deep french kiss as his hands started massaging my slit.  I could feel him playing around with my tongue post, which hurt, but not as bad as when his cock was in there.

 

I was already wet.  Maybe I just stayed that way these days.  His fingers slid up and down my labia, spreading my wetness around.  He rubbed my juices over my shaved mound, which somehow made me even hotter.  It was like being ‘naked’ there made me even more sensitive to being touched where once I had hair. 

 

His finger dipped into my hole while his thumb worked on my clit.  I grew hotter and hotter.  My pussy ached to cum.  It didn’t take him long; it seemed like I was always ready to cum these days. 

 

But then, just before I came, Dave had me humiliate myself more and admit I was a cock-sucking slut who was his personal slave.

 

I was so hot.  I wanted to cum so bad.  I’d already done it many times so once again, I submitted.

 

It hurt to talk and my words were a little muffled, but I said, “Yes Dave, I’m a cock-sucking slut.  I’m your personal slave.  Please can I cum?

“Good slut,” he said as he continued to finger me enough to keep me on edge, “You’ll do whatever I tell you, won’t you, slut?”

 

“Yes… yes… Please can I cum?”  Each word was new torture to my mouth

 

“Are you my cunt?”

 

“Yess, I’m your cunt.” I said becoming out of breath and with growing need and pain.

 

“Are you my slave?”

 

“Yes!  I’m your slave.  Please, can’t I just cum?”  My pains from today seemed less important by this point than my need to pleasure my aching, starving pussy.

 

“Okay, but beg me good now slut.  Tell your master how much you want to cum.  Tell him you’ll be a good slut and do as you’re told.”

 

“Please!  Please master, let me cum!  I need to cum so bad.  Please let your slut cum!  I promise.   I promise I’ll be a good slut and do what you tell me.  Just please can I cum?!”  I just wanted to keep my mouth closed and cum.  It seemed important to have a little pleasure after all the pain.

 

“Okay, my little slut.  Cum for master.”

 

With his mouth biting a nipple, and his fingers suddenly pinching my clit, I came really hard, squirting my juices over his hand.  He spread it all over my thighs and belly, avoiding the bandage over my tattoo.

 

After I came, Dave left me to sleep.  Which I did almost instantly, hands still fastened above my head.  When I woke, I was incredibly sore – all over.  I had no idea how long I’d been asleep.  My eyes were still bandaged and my wrists still fastened above me.  I could tell my tongue was swollen as it seemed to fill my mouth.

 

I needed to piss again.  I tried to call Dave’s name.  I discovered it was really hard to talk with a post in my mouth.  I didn’t get much volume out.  He must not have been far though because I heard him come in my room and ask what the problem was.

 

Somehow I got him to understand I needed the toilet.

 

“And did I tell you to talk?” he asked.

 

“No, but I really need to go.” I said, thickly.

 

“Fine, if you can’t hold it until I’m ready to release you, wet your bed.” he told me.  And then I heard him leave.

 

I was determined not to wet my bed.  But the more I thought about holding it, the more I had to piss.  I tried to think about other things.  I tried to think about school on Tuesday.  I tried to think about cute guys I liked.  I tried to think about what it could be like tonight when Rachel came over.  I tried to think about how I wanted to tell Mom what had been going on.

 

But always, my mind kept returning to my need to piss.  It felt like I’d held it for hours.  I had no idea of the passage of time.  Finally, I decided Dave wasn’t going to come back in time and my bladder let go.

 

Soon I was lying naked in a pool of my own piss.  It smelled awful.  Once again, I was humiliated.  Dave seemed to be waiting for that moment because I soon heard him over my own crying, come into my room.

 

“Tsk tsk tsk” he said.  “Just couldn’t hold it, could you.  You are such a bad little girl.  And with Rachel coming over in a while.  Hmmmm…  Oh yeah, she called while you were asleep and said she could come.  She’ll be here at 10.”

 

He released my wrists and removed the eye bandages and got me up.  Taking me into the bathroom, he told me to take a shower, clean myself up and fix my hair for tonight’s party.  Amazingly, he left me in there, unrestrained, but told me I might get the bandages back on my eyes later.

 

Of course, the first thing I did was look in the mirror.  The first thing I saw was the stud in my nose.  Actually, it wasn’t too bad.  It was a simple small stone with a hint of green that matched my eyes.  I thought it was kind of cute really.

 

I opened my mouth to see my post.  It only extended maybe a quarter of an inch above and below my tongue.  I was relieved.  It felt like it was a mile above my tongue.  There was a deep green stone visible on the top of the stud.  If I hadn’t had it put in against my will, I might have liked it.

 

I took the bandage off my tattoo to see it.  I’d never seen the symbol before.  It was all in one color, kind of dark blue.  It was circular and looked like three overlapping teardrops with a small red dot in the middle of the bottom of each drop.  It was maybe three inches in diameter.

 

It was kind of cool, but I had never wanted a tattoo.  I looked at it with a sense of loss, tears again coming to my eyes.  The piercings could all heal over in time, but this… this was permanent. 

 

Dave had marked me.  I felt like I’d been branded.  I grieved at the loss of something inside me.  I felt like something of who Stephanie used to be as an individual was gone, gone forever.  This wasn’t a game.  For the first time, I realized that this wasn’t some kind of kinky weekend game we were playing. 

 

I took a long hot shower.  The tattoo was painful to wash, but it felt good to be clean again.  I dried off, fixed my hair and applied some makeup.  I also made sure my bowels were empty.

 

Without thinking, I wrapped a towel around myself and went back to my room.  Dave was in his room and called to me to change my sheets before I did anything else.  While I was finishing that up, Dave came in and saw me wrapped in the towel.  He was ticked again and said I should know better than try to get away with something that stupid.  In a stern angry voice, he said, “Did I tell you to wrap up in a towel?”

 

“No … sir.” I mumbled as I took it off and put it on the bed.

 

He grabbed my wrists, put them behind me and took his belt out of his pants.  Then he sat on the bed, forcing me onto his lap by pushing on my wrists with his left hand.  Doubling the belt, he smacked me with it on my butt.

 

I screamed bloody murder!  It hurt like hell!  He slapped me with the belt five times… on my butt and upper thighs.  Be the second hit, I was sobbing again.  I kept trying to tell him I was sorry.  That it would never happen again.

 

“I’m sorry Master, I’m sorry.” I pleaded, but he just kept whipping my butt with that belt.  I doubt he even understood my words.  It sounded like I was gagged with my swollen tongue.

 

When he was done, he released my wrists from his grasp and let my feet and knees fall onto the floor, but held onto my waist, giving me a hug, saying, “Steph, you’ve just got to learn, okay sweetie?”

 

The contrast was amazing.  Minutes ago, the anger had flared and now he was so tender and kind.  He rubbed my sore butt and kissed me.  He stood me up and rubbed a salve on my tattoo. 

 

I just rubbed my fiery butt trying to put out the flames while I continued to cry.  I could feel that he’d raised welts on it and they stung like a thousand bees.

 

He checked over my piercings to look for redness or swelling and even had me stick out my tongue.  It was obviously swollen, but didn’t seem infected.  He put antibiotic ointments on everything to make sure (except to my tongue of course).

 

I was surprised when I noticed the clock said it was 9 pm.  I had napped longer than I thought.  My stomach gurgled and growled.  I hadn’t had much to eat today.  Breakfast had been a cup of cereal and milk while lunch had been a little bit of milkshake through a straw.

 

Dave heard my stomach though and said it sounded like I was hungry.  I just nodded.  He pushed me down on my knees in front of him and told me to suck him off and he’d think about something for me to eat.

 

I thought about telling him no, but didn’t.  I opened my mouth to take him in, but my whole jaw hurt like fire.  I didn’t think I’d get his cock far into my mouth since my tongue already seemed to fill it.  My tongue hurt like hell as I tried again and again to push onto him.  Dave got impatient though and pushed against the back of my head, forcing himself inside.  I screamed!

 

Again, he fucked my mouth while I wailed and cried at the pain.  I could feel every millimeter of his cock scraping by my tongue and its new pain rod.  But my pain and tears didn’t stop him from becoming quickly excited.

 

When he was about to ejaculate, he sat up straight and pushed me away a little while pulling out of my mouth.  Then he told me to use my hands to jerk him off.  I did and when he was about to cum, he told me to point it at my naked tits.

 

Soon, my breasts had his cum all over them.  He told me to rub it around and work that cum into my skin real good, like it was a beauty treatment.  And just after I’d had a shower!  I rubbed an even coat all over my breasts and even some of my abdomen.  Satisfied, he told me what a good little slut I was and patted the top of my head.  I just bowed my head in shame, though part of me was glad that he was happy with me now, rather than angry.

 

“What shall we have you wear for our little party tonight” he mused. 

 

He started going through my drawers and my closet.  In the end, he settled for the Wilma skirt he’d bought for me and a tight white half shirt with a band logo on the back.  No bra or panties of course.  My abdomen was exposed from about 3 inches above my belly button to about the same distance below it.  My waistband rested just above the new tattoo.

 

“Okay,” Dave said, “you have permission to talk tonight (if you can) and you are free to act normally, but follow my lead if I decide to take things in a different direction.  You cannot tell me ‘no’ tonight, so if I tell you to strip and jump up and down on one leg, you do it, even if Rachel is watching.  And you will agree with anything I say, so if I say the sky is falling, you agree, okay?” he asked.

 

“Yes sir.” I said.  I couldn’t help but wonder where this was going.  Surely, he wouldn’t let Rachel in on what had been going on.

 

Dave told me to lie down on my bed and hold onto the headboard with my hands.  Under no circumstances was I to let go or I’d have to wear wrist restraints while Rachel was here.  Then he lifted my skirt onto my belly and started fingering my pussy. 

 

“You know you’re already wet, don’t you my little slut?” he asked. 

 

I nodded my head, feeling shamed again.

 

“Well that’s good,” he said, “you wouldn’t be a true cock-sucking slut if you didn’t love it enough to be aroused by it.”

 

It was weird, but what he said had truth to it.  The things he’d done to humiliate me, even when I was getting him off, also seemed to excite me as well.  I didn’t want to admit it, but he did seem to know me better than I did myself.  He knew what excited me.

 

I felt the heat between my legs growing as he continued to finger me.  The ‘itch’ and the need were once again winning and I felt my desire to be satisfied grow.  The tingling spread from my pussy throughout my whole body.

 

All the prohibitions and morals that I’d grown up with, all the inhibitions my family and schooling had drilled into me, seemed to be getting trashed over the last few days.  My body seemed to belong to a different person than the model 14 year old girl I had been raised to be.  Dave had spent the last few days teaching me that inside my body, I was the submissive cock-sucking slut he’d told me I was.  My body got off on sucking my brother’s cock, on being fingered by him, and by being exposed and humiliated.  Even the pain aroused me a little.

 

My breathing began to be ragged as my excitement built up.  How could anyone want to cum as much as I did?

 

Being a ‘normal’ 14 year-old girl had never been all that exciting, but sticking with what was expected of me by my mother, my school and everyone else had been … comfortable.  I hardly ever got in trouble and everyone saw me as a good girl.

 

I started panting as my orgasm approached… thrusting my hips up into Dave’s loving fingers.  His fingers working inside my slit and rubbing my clit were lighting a fire in me again.

 

The events of recent days had been demonstrating that I was not really the nice good little girl everyone, including me, thought that I was.  I was a girl who seemed to crave having something stimulating her pussy.  I always seemed to want to cum, just like now… to cum and cum and cum and never come down from that sexual high.  As a 14 year-old, my hormones were racing through my body on overdrive.  And every time Dave gave me some excitement, I wanted more. 

 

Dave seemed to be prolonging my excitement without really letting me cum.  I’d get close to cumming and he’d pull his dripping fingers out of my pussy and dry them off on my thighs, then put them back inside me to build my excitement up again.

 

I didn’t want to be a cock-sucking slut.  Much of my mind refused to accept that I was turning into such a thing.  But every minute of every day, I felt my resistance draining away.  I was more and more willing to do what Dave told me to do.  My reluctance to submit to his will – to his every command – was dying with every swat of his hand, slap of his belt, and thrust of his finger. 

 

And I felt his finger thrusting up in me now, and I wanted to cum bad, but he hadn’t gotten me that far yet.  He kept taking his finger out and wiping it on my thighs, which were now a sticky slimy mess.  Once again, I could smell my own sex wafting through the room.

 

My whole body was beading up with sweat.  I was just on the edge, panting and thrusting, my heart racing… and he stopped completely.  I figured I needed to beg.  So I did.

 

“Please master…. Please let me cum.  I need it so bad.  Please let your slut cum.”

 

“Not now slut.”  He told me he’d finish me later and smiled at me, giving me a kiss.  I wanted to scream!

 

Allowing me to let go of the headboard, he pulled me up to my feet, smoothing my skirt down.  In places, it stuck to my thighs from all the juices that had spilled from my pussy.  He added to what I was wearing by having me put on my only pair of high heels.  They were only 4 inch heels, but still…

 

He led me downstairs and told me to go in the kitchen and fix some snacks for when Rachel came over while he looked through to see what movies we could watch until it was time for the Time Square ball to drop.  I asked him if I could go upstairs and put my contacts in since we’d be watching movies, but he said it wasn’t important for me to see that clearly.

 

I fixed up some popcorn and cheese and crackers and things.  I brought them into the living room and set them on the coffee table in the middle of the room. 

 

Then Dave let me sit on the couch to watch an evening sit-com.  I felt a little self-conscious with my juices and his drying on my body.  I could still smell myself.

 

It wasn’t too long before the doorbell rang.  Dave had me get up and answer it.  He also instructed me to give her a tight hug of greeting.  He wanted me to let her know I wasn’t wearing a bra.  Just the thought of advertising that with my friend made my nipples hard for some reason.  But there was no help for it.  I went and greeted Rachel, giving her the friendly hug Dave had requested.

 

Rachel could obviously feel my nipples poking her in the chest.  The humiliation just made my nipples harder.  She smiled at me a little hesitantly, and I noticed her looking at my chest when we backed away from the hug. 

 

Then her eyes went from my chest to my naked midriff where she noticed the piercing I wore there.  Her mouth dropped to the floor and she stepped back further, only to be shocked again by my hose piercing.

 

“Stephanie!  What have you DONE to yourself this Christmas?” she asked.

 

“Just a few changes.” I said, anxious to change the subject.  “Come on in the living room.”  I proceeded in and she followed me.

 

Dave stood when we came in.  He was wearing loose khaki shorts and a T-shirt.  As we were sitting down, I noticed Rachel having a hard time not ogling him. 

 

Dave sat in an easy chair while Rachel and I sat on the couch.  Rachel was dressed in tight fitting jeans, tennis shoes, and a pink long sleeve sweater (and from our hug, I knew she had on a bra). 

 

Rachel tore her eyes from Dave long enough to repeat her question to me. 

 

Before I could answer, Dave spoke up for me and said, “Oh don’t worry about her Rachel, she’s just going through one of those slutty type rebellious phases.  Everybody needs to experiment a little.”  Naturally, I turned red, but didn’t say anything.

 

Rachel asked if she could get a close-up look at things and after a glance from Dave, I agreed.  She touched my nose piercing and even looked up inside my nostril to see how it was fastened.  Then she played with my belly button piercing and the attached ring.  She asked if that was all.

 

I was about to say yes, when Dave chimed in and said no.  I looked at Dave and he just nodded his head.  I just said, “Look” and tilted my head back and opened my mouth wide to show her my tongue.

 

Rachel was awestruck.  She had me play with it a little inside my mouth so she could see it move around.  I could tell she wanted to put her finger in my mouth and touch it.  But I wasn’t too crazy about that.

 

Dave piped up and said, “Steph, why don’t you show her your other little experiment?”

 

I just dropped my jaw and froze.

 

Rachel was instantly intrigued.  “What other experiment?” she asked, looking expectantly at me.

 

“It’s… it’s a tattoo” I said.  I still couldn’t talk all that well and tried to keep my words to a minimum.

 

“YOU GOT A TATTOO!  Stephanie!!!!” she exclaimed.  Then she got a thoughtful look on her face and asked, “Where?”

 

I pointed to where it was.

 

“Go ahead and show her, Steph” Dave said.

 

“Have you seen it?” she asked Dave.

 

“Sure, it’s no big deal” he said.

 

Rachel didn’t seem so sure.  Normally I would have refused.  But I remembered Dave’s orders that I was not to tell him no tonight.  Well here was the first test of that instruction and his authority.  I wondered what else he was going to tell me to do.

 

I stood up and tried to inch my skirt down, but it was too tight to go down that far.  So, I turned it around and unfastened it, then held it together as I lowered the open waistline far enough down so she could see.

 

Rachel was intrigued.  She asked what the symbol represented.  I told her I didn’t know if it meant anything, it was just a cool symbol.  After she had her look, I raised my skirt again and refastened it.

 

Rachel looked curious and asked what all the change was about.  She wanted to understand why her friend was behaving so radically different from usual.

 

I wasn’t sure what to tell her.  I said I was just tired of the old me and wanted to try out some new looks.  I know, it was pretty lame.

 

But Dave wanted to go further.  “Oh” he said, “it’s more than that.  I think Stephanie is growing up.  She’s no longer a child and is discovering her own sexuality.  Subconsciously, she’s been trying to discover ways of portraying her sexuality.”

 

“So, what else are you doing to be sexy, Stephanie?” she asked, with a mischievous little grin. 

 

“That’s pretty much it.” I said.  “Just some piercings and the tattoo.”

 

“Oh come on Steph… you can tell Rachel.  She’s your friend.  Actually Rachel, she’s been going through a kinky stage lately” Dave said.

 

“Ohhh?” said Rachel.  “What kind of kinky?” she asked, looking at Dave.

 

“Dave!” I said, trying to stop him from revealing anything else.

 

Rachel got this look on her face like she was about to be given the keys to the Taj Mahal.

 

“She gets turned on by just about anything these days.” Dave said.  “Just look at her nipples – which you can see since she hates wearing bras.”

 

I just about died of embarrassment, but my nipples WERE hard.  I looked down and saw them poking through the thin material of my T-shirt.  My arms jerked up to cover myself, but it was too late.  Rachel had already seen and was smiling at me.

 

“Rachel,” Dave asked, “do YOU get excited all the time like that?  When people talk about you and make you reveal things, do your nipples get hard?”

 

Now it was Rachel’s turn to be embarrassed.  She turned about three shades of red, but she denied it saying, “Not me, of course not.”

 

“Well Stephanie is worried that she’s strange, like she’s the only girl that gets excited by such things.  I think she’s wrong… that most girls get excited when they get embarrassed or even when that’s combined with a little pain.” Dave explained.

 

Rachel got another puzzled look on her face and said, “Pain?  What do you mean pain?”

 

I started to object to the direction of the conversation, but one look from Dave and I sat quiet.

 

“Well, you know how things like taking a shit can be painful and feel good at the same time? How tickling can make you go crazy and make you laugh, too?  Well, lately Stephie has just begged for spankings and even to have her nipples pinched, and even to be tied up when I do it to her.”

 

“DAVE!!!” I shrieked.

 

But Rachel interpreted my protest to mean I didn’t want my ‘little secret’ revealed, not that I disagreed with him.  She just sat there and burst into giggles.

 

She looked at me and said, “You tell him to touch you like that?”

 

Turning red, I said (my eyes on Dave’s look), “Uh, yeah, but not on bare skin.”  I hoped Dave would let me get away with that little lie.

 

“Maybe we can test our theories a little tonight.” Dave said. 

 

“What do you mean?” asked Rachel cautiously.

 

“Well, as you’ve already seen, Steph isn’t wearing a bra; she likes showing her nipples, don’t you Steph?” Dave said.

 

I wanted to protest, but just as I started to say an firm ‘NO’, I caught his eye and remembered his instruction to agree with him.  Now I was beginning to understand why.  I nodded my head instead.  Do my embarrassment, as soon as he called attention to them, my nipples began to harden again and I’m sure they could both see it

 

Rachel looked at me with this big grin on her face.

 

Dave went on, “So whenever she gets a little turned on tonight, we can kind of see.  So in order to compare her with someone else her own age and sex, maybe you’ll help us out, Rachel.”

 

Rachel’s grin faded as she turned to Dave and said, “Ah, what did you have in mind?  I’m not doing anything kinky!”

 

“Well, you could take off YOUR bra and put on one of Steph’s T-shirts and you can be our control.  If the same thing that excites Steph doesn’t excite you, then we’ll know Steph is just, ah, different.”

 

“Ahhh,” said Rachel, “I don’t think so.”

 

“Come on Rachel” said Dave, “You DID just tell us that when people talk about you and embarrass you, it doesn’t make you excited.  What have you got to be worried about?  Go ahead Steph, go get her a T-Shirt.”  Dave was calling her bluff.

 

The idea of embarrassing Rachel, who’d thought my discomfort was amusing, was appealing to me.  I didn’t need any encouragement so rushed upstairs to get another T-shirt.  Looking through my things, I found another short one that I figured might be a little tight on her and brought it back down to Rachel.

 

In the meantime, Rachel had been trying to find an excuse not to participate, but Dave had tricked her into trying to appear different from me, so he kind of had the upper hand and wasn’t about to let her back out.

 

As I came back into the room, I heard him saying, “And besides Rachel, you have a great body.  You shouldn’t be ashamed of people seeing a little more of you.”

 

I saw Rachel turn beet red, but with a pleased look on her face.

 

“Here you go Rachel, you can change in the bathroom if you want.” I said as I handed her the T-shirt.

 

She looked at the T-shirt, knowing it was going to show a lot but she was stuck with her foot in her mouth so she got up and headed toward the bathroom.  I’m sure she figured she could control her reactions to anything he tried.

 

Dave stopped her with an hand on her arm and said, “Of course since you don’t get embarrassed by such things, you could just keep your back to us and change right here.”

 

Rachel’s face turned pink again and she said, “Ah, that’s okay, I’ll go into the bathroom.  I’m not sure I trust you THAT far.” she said with a wink at Dave.

 

She walked slowly away like she was walking to the gallows.

 

I looked at Dave.  He had a really pleased expression on his face as he smiled at me.

 

We waited more than five minutes for Rachel.  I began to wonder what was going on.  Dave called out to her and encouraged her to hurry up, then told me to go in and bring her out.

 

When I got into the bathroom, I saw what was taking so long.  Rachel stood there in her tight jeans that had to be worn down low on her hips and wearing my T-shirt.  It exposed most of her midriff from her hips to about three inches below her breasts.  And it was tight across her nipples, which were sticking out through the shirt like stalagmites. 

 

“Steph, you’ve got to help me, I just can’t go back in there wearing this with no bra!  I can’t let Dave see my nipples!” Rachel pleaded.

 

I put my arm around her shoulders, as if in sympathy, and said, “Now Rachel, it won’t be that bad.  Besides, I think Dave likes you.” 

 

As she thought on this, I urged her forward toward the living room.

 

“You think so?” she asked in a hopeful voice.

 

“Oh yeah,” I said.  And I couldn’t resist adding, “And he’ll just love seeing those tits.”

 

She glanced down at the erect nipples, visible through the shirt and started to try to turn back, but I propelled her through the door into the living room.

 

“There you two are.” said Dave.  “Oh Rachel, that looks really sexy.”

 

Like most 14 year-old girls, an older guy saying she looked sexy was very flattering to Rachel and she blushed again in pleasure.  Dave ushered us back to the coach where Rachel and I sat, side by side.  He sat back down in the easy chair so he could see both of us.  Rachel wilted under his gaze, her nipples getting even harder by the minute.

 

“Rachel,” said Dave, “You’re not excited are you?”

 

“No,” she said a little too quickly, “of course not.”

 

“Oh,” Dave said, “and I suppose your nipples aren’t hard either.”

 

She looked down again, flustered, but said, “Oh no, they’re ah…, they’re always like that, and besides, it’s a little chilly.”

 

“I’ll bet your boyfriends just love that” said Dave.

 

“I don’t go around showing them off!” she insisted. 

 

“Ah, I see” said Dave with a smile.  “Well, time for the first movie.”  He pushed ‘play’ on the DVD and we started to see a nice family picture he had ready.

 

We all relaxed into our seats and started to watch the movie.  After about 15 minutes, Dave spoke up without apparently taking his eyes off the movie, “Rachel, you weren’t telling the truth earlier, were you?”

 

“What do you mean?” she asked.

 

“You said your nipples always poked out, but they’re not now… They’ve gone back to normal.” he said with a kind of smirk.

 

We all looked at Rachel’s chest then, and sure enough, her T-shirt showed normal sized nipples.  But of course, as we were all talking about and looking at her nipples, they were growing quickly again before our eyes.

 

She put her arms over her chest, her face turning red again.

 

“You see Steph,” he said, “most girls get excited when they’re embarrassed, especially when people talk about certain parts of their bodies.”

 

I felt vindicated!  And it did kind of prove Dave’s point… that I was like most other girls.

 

“I am NOT excited!” Rachel protested.

 

Dave looked right at her and asked, “Then why are your nipples sticking out like the great pyramids?”

 

“They ARE NOT” exclaimed Rachel.

 

“Then move your arms so we can see if you’re telling the truth.” Said Dave.

 

“I don’t have to” she said smugly.

 

She was behaving like a little child and Dave was getting a little frustrated with her.

 

“Okay Rachel, you can deny it all you want.  That doesn’t change the truth.” he said.  “But I thought you were becoming a young lady.  Young ladies tell the truth about themselves and aren’t afraid to show their physical maturity to others.  I just thought you had grown up.”

 

That got to her.  I guess most 14 year olds like to be thought of as grown up and mature.  We want to be big girls, not little girls, especially in the eyes of an older guy like Dave.  Rachel lowered her arms and showed us her breasts again.  They were still hard and poking out.

 

“Embarrassment excites you a little too, now doesn’t it Rachel?” he asked.

 

She nodded her head, looking close to tears.

 

“Don’t be upset, you’re really good looking.” said Dave.

 

Rachel instantly cheered up a little, “You think so?”

 

“Sure I do,” he said, “You have really pretty eyes, a great ass, and VERY nice tits.”

 

Rachel was embarrassed, but also thrilled to be complimented like that by Dave.  She lowered her head and said, “Um…, thanks.”

 

I just sat there and rolled my eyes.

 

“SO!” Dave said, “We have two beautiful girls and a test to take.  We need to know if the two of you get excited by the same things.  But you have to be honest, and I know you are both mature enough to do that.  Are you game?”

 

I, of course, had no choice, so I said yes.

 

Rachel hesitated just a second, but when I said yes, she agreed also.

 

“Well,” Dave said, “to make sure we can’t have any doubts about the results, I think we should get your shirts a little wet, okay?” and he went into the kitchen before we could object and returned with a spray bottle Mom sometimes used when ironing clothes.

 

“Ready?” he asked me, pointing the nozzle at my chest.

 

What choice did I have, I didn’t want to feel the belt later.  I said, “Sure”.

 

With no pause at all, Dave started squirting my breasts with the water bottle.  But just a few squirts at first. 

 

On the first squirt, I just about came out of my seat.  The water was ICE cold!  He must have had that thing in the freezer.

 

He asked Rachel if she was ready, and she nodded her head, just playing along.  I doubt she wanted to participate in this, but he’d cleverly drawn her in.  Dave gave her a few squirts too, dampening her shirt a little.  She too, let out a scream as the water first hit her, almost standing up.

 

He paused, then sprayed me some more, then sprayed Rachel more.  He kept switching back and forth until we were not just damp, he’d soaked the front of our shirts.  Both of us sat there with our shirts plastered against our chests, emphasizing every contour of our breasts and nipples.

 

Dave said, grinning from ear to ear, “Now THAT’S just beautiful.  You both have gorgeous tits.  It makes me want to just squeeze them real good.”

 

Between the stimulation of the cold water, the revealing way it displayed our breasts so it looked like we were almost naked, and his candid observation of them, both of our nipples were really hard and sticking straight out.

 

“Okay,” Dave said, “the score is still even.  You both reacted the same way to the cold water.”

 

Rachel couldn’t help it, she put her hands up over her breasts to cover her shame.  I was just sure that if she hadn’t of liked Dave, she’d have been out the door by now.

 

“Hmmmm” said Dave, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.

 

“I can tell you’re both going to want to hide your reactions, so I propose we tie your hands so you won’t be tempted.  Is that okay?” he asked, looking at me.

 

“Sure, I guess.” I said, knowing this is what he wanted from me.  He smiled when I said that then looked at Rachel.

 

“Tie our hands?  You’ve got to be kidding!” Rachel said.

 

“Oh come on beautiful, I promise I won’t take advantage of you.  You trust me, don’t you, Rachel?”

 

“Oh!... Ah, well, I guess that would be okay, but not too tight, and NO touching.”

 

“Don’t worry Rachel” Dave said, “I won’t do anything you don’t want.”  I noticed he didn’t include me in that, and he didn’t actually say he wasn’t going to touch us.

 

He disappeared for a minute (while Rachel and I sat looking around a little nervously) and returned a minute later with some lengths of rope.  He used me as his guinea pig.  I had to stand up and he attached a length of rope first to my left wrist, secured it, then attached it to my right wrist.  He left about a foot of rope between my wrists, but it was behind my back.

 

“See Rachel, it won’t be tight and you could probably untie yourself with a little effort.” Dave said.

 

That seemed to reassure her and she willingly submitted to being tied.  Dave tied her hands the same way he’d tied mine.  She and I sat back down.  The way he’d tied us was much more comfortable than if he’d tied our wrists together, but there was no way we were going to be using our hands to cover up. 

 

Naturally, my nipples were hard just because of our situation.  I looked over at Rachel and smiled.  She too, had hard nipples straining her shirt.  I guess the embarrassment of the situation wasn’t lost on her either. 

 

“Now, just a little more water to make sure you don’t dry out.” Dave said as he squirted us both again, but I really thought he just wanted to see our nipples stay hard a while longer.

 

“I see being helpless is exciting to both of you, or is it being able to see what’s happening to yourselves and each other” Dave said.  “Hmmmmmmm.”

 

She and I looked at each other and blushed, which of course didn’t help to relax our nipples.  I saw Rachel’s face flush, but then I was sure mine was, too.

 

Dave brought out two long pieces of black cloth which he used to blindfold us.  He didn’t ask us about doing this one… he just did it.  For some reason, Rachel didn’t protest.

 

“There we go,” he said, “much better.  What you’re seeing won’t add to your excitement.  I think Rachel was getting excited looking at my pants.  I mean, two beautiful girls, all tied up and helpless in front of me.  What guy wouldn’t get excited by that?”

 

“I…” said Rachel, starting to protest, “I….” but then she was silent.

 

“Perhaps it’ll be better if you two just sat there not trying to say anything” he said.  “You can trust me to be the judge of whether or not you get excited.”

 

The first thing he did was have us do our times tables in our head.  We had to do it until he told us to quit.  The idea, he explained was to think of something mundane so our excited nipples would relax again.

 

After several minutes Dave said “okay, let’s begin the next test.”

 

This test was to see if we’d get excited about a guy giving us normal compliments… nothing kinky… so he started complimenting us on how pretty we both were, how lovely our hair looked, how good we were in school, our taste in clothes… that kind of thing.  He was fair and told us both the same kind of things, though in different orders.

 

Neither of us reacted much to that kind of thing (maybe because we figured he was just trying to get a rise out of us and didn’t take him seriously), so he moved on to complimenting parts of our bodies that were a little more personal.  He also didn’t use our names, just said “You.”  That way, we could both think he was talking about us.

 

He started with our feet, telling us how cute and petite our feet were, making our feet seem sexually desirable.  Then he talked about our calves.  He described their perfect shape, how they just begged to be caressed (but since he couldn’t really see Rachel’s through her jeans, I wondered how much he really knew about how they looked).

 

Next it was our necks, how slender and shapely, perfect for a necklace or a choker “like Stephanie is wearing”  (if Rachel only knew).  He talked about our eyes, the shape of our nose, the color in our cheeks, and the soft line of our chins.  He described our lips; how full they were, how kissable they looked glistening in the light of the table lamps.

 

Then he talked about our waists and how much of an hourglass figure our thin waists gave us.  I don’t know about Rachel, but I was pretty sure my nipples were already getting hard.  I don’t know if it was from the compliments he’d given or from the direction I could tell this was headed, but I knew my face was burning.

 

He moved right up to tell us how our breasts were beautifully proportioned to our bodies, how guys just couldn’t help but look at them, how every guy in school wanted to reach out his hands and touch our tits, massaging them, rubbing our nipples, even sucking on them.

 

I could tell from the fabric of my shirt that my nipples were trying to poke right through my T-shirt.  There was no comparison report though from Dave as continued on about our sensuous thighs.  He said they were a beautiful shape and just begged to be caressed.

 

Right up into that heaven between our legs, he said.  Two halves of a perfect coin.  The backside all round and firm.  He told us how our asses had such a beautiful shape.  Guys always looked at us as we walked by, imagining what it would be like to squeeze those round globes when we were naked.  He talked about how guys fantasized about putting their finger up our asses, even what it would feel like to spank us, to feel our flesh absorb the strike of their hand, bounce a little and resume its shape for the next blow.

 

I could hear some heavy breathing coming from Rachel’s direction.  Like mine, her mind was working overtime as Dave painted his pictures.  And I knew I was again wet between my legs.

 

Then he talked about our pussies.  It was heaven on earth.  The place guys wanted to jump inside of and drown in ecstasy.  He said our pussies were like soft, velvet magnets, drawing in the desires of men.  I could have listened to him go on and on all night.

 

But he stopped his descriptions and said in a husky whisper, his head between Rachel and I, “I can see you are really excited.  I think you want more excitement, don’t you?” 

 

I know that I nodded my head and couldn’t help but squeak out a weak “Yes.”  I didn’t hear anything from Rachel though.

 

Then I heard him say, “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you.  You like the feelings you’re getting inside.  You’re very excited, aren’t you?”  I was just sure he was aiming his words more at Rachel, but it applied to me too, so I kept nodding my head.

 

“Do you want me to touch you?” he said, “Do you want me to touch your face, caress your stomach, feel your legs?”  I don’t know about Rachel, but I know that I still nodded as if in a dream.

 

I felt his hand on my knee and the small gasp from Rachel told me that she too, was being touched.  His hand moved gently around my kneecap and down the inside of my calf; all the way to my ankle and back up again, ever so slowly to my knee.  The hand moved further, along the top of my leg to where it met my hip, and then back toward my knee down the outside of my leg. 

 

His hand moved lazily – like there was all the time in the world.  His fingers were just drifting along my thigh.  When he reached my knee, the fingers started to make slow spirals and drifted upwards again, this time along the inside of my thigh.  He wasn’t massaging me or even really caressing me… just brushing my leg in little circles.  As he approached the point where my legs joined, he shifted to my other leg and ran his finger down to my ankle and started over. 

 

When he’d come near my crotch, part of me wanted him to keep going up.  I know I was wet there.  I knew I had the advantage over Rachel if he was doing the same thing to her.  My legs were bare where hers were cloaked in jeans.

 

Throughout all of this, Dave remained silent… never saying a word.  I wish I knew what was happening with Rachel.

 

Dave’s hand moved to my bare stomach where it started at my belly button and made slow circles gradually widening out.  His touch sent shivers all through my body.  I knew that having my arms bound and my eyes blindfolded enhanced the experience.  I wanted his hands, his touch.  I wanted it in the places he was avoiding.  I wanted him to touch me everywhere. 

 

I felt a solitary finger tracing a line up between my breasts.  Then he walked his fingers over to one shoulder and then back to the other across the upper part of my chest.  His hand encircled my neck, his fingers tickling my throat. 

 

The fingers moved around my face, my cheeks, my ears.  The traveled across my nose and circle my lips.  My mouth opened and I felt his thumb brush my teeth.  Then it went deeper and caressed my tongue.  I tasted the slight saltiness of his skin.  My lips closed around his digit and I gently sucked on his finger, trying to draw it deep into my mouth.  His other fingers caressed my cheek as I sucked on his thumb.  I heard him stand as his hand withdrew from my face.

 

“Well, you girls certainly are wonderful.  You really know how to excite a guy.” he said.  “And I think that you are both a little excited too.  So I think we still have a draw.”

 

I was disappointed he had stopped.  I wanted it to last all night.

 

“Now as I was saying earlier,” he went on to say, “Stephanie also gets excited by a little pain.  Hmmmm… how shall we do this?”

 

Rachel said with a hint of nervousness in her voice, “Pain?  What do you mean?”

 

“Well, I’m not going to break your arm or hold your hand over a fire.  I was thinking about a little spanking” Dave said.

 

“SPANKING!?” Rachel said.

 

“Unless you prefer I break your arm or something” Dave said with a smile in his voice.

 

“Do we have to?” she asked.  “I don’t really…”

 

I wanted to tell her that no, of course SHE doesn’t have to.  She could tell him to stop.  She could tell him to let her go.  She could just go home.  She was free.  I had no choice.

 

“We won’t be able to find out if Stephanie is normal unless we do.” Dave said in this honey sweet voice.  “You want to help Stephanie, don’t you Rachel?”

 

“I guess so, but a spanking?  Nobody’s spanked me in years” she said.

 

“It’s really the only way.  Come on Rachel, your wearing jeans.  I’m not even sure I can hurt you.  Of course, you could always drop your pants down.”

 

“No thanks, I’ll keep them on.” she said.

 

“Okay then, I’ll start with Steph and give her ten, then I’ll give you ten, Rachel.” he said.  “I’m going to lead you both around to the back of the coach and lay you over the back.” Dave said.

 

“Remember Rachel, I won’t do anything that you tell me not to.” he said.

 

“Okay” she said hesitantly.

 

He helped us stand and moved us behind the couch, then laid us over the back of the couch.  Our butts were now pointed at the ceiling.  In this position, my skirt had ridden up and I knew my butt cheeks were almost naked and exposed to him.

 

“Okay,” Dave said, “Just stay like that a minute.  I want to make sure you’re both relaxed first”

 

I knew that he meant he wanted our nipples to relax.  For a few minutes he talked about mundane things.  He talked about the weather, school, even his job.  I felt his voice move behind us and as it stopped, I first heard the sharp slap against my naked butt and then felt the pain travel to my brain. 

 

I yelped.

 

Expecting the slaps, I controlled my yelps for the other nine, clenching my teeth.  It hurt on top of where he’d already spanked and whipped me today, but the belt had hurt worse.

 

Finishing with me, he moved to Rachel.  Without further comment, I heard the first muted slap against her butt.  I envied her the jeans.  Somehow, I could tell that Dave was trying to put more force into her spanking.  After about 7, she started yelping a little with each one.

 

After our ten, Dave pulled us up so we were standing.

 

“Hmmmmm” he said.

 

I heard the squirt of the water bottle and felt the cold spray against my nipples.  Then again it squirted and Rachel let out an “OH!”

 

“Another round, I think” said Dave.

 

We were laid over the couch again and once more I felt his hand against my butt.  Then Rachel had her ten.  Once more, we were stood up.

 

“Well Rachel, I think we’ve proved that Stephanie is a normal girl.  That is, at least you two are alike.  It seems the spanking got you a little excited just like it did her.”

 

“Now how about a backrub as your reward for help us out.” he said.

 

I felt nothing, but I could hear moans of pleasure coming from Rachel.  After a few minutes, he finished her rub and released us from the ropes and removed out blindfolds.  As he undid my blindfold, he whispered in my ear that I’d get my rub later.

 

It was almost midnight so Dave turned the TV back on and we watched the ball drop in New York City, Rachel and I once again on the couch after Rachel had changed back into her original clothes.  I didn’t get to change, but sat there in my wet shirt.

 

We all stood and toasted-in the New Year, and Dave gave us both a kiss – on the lips too.  And it wasn’t a quick one either, well, mine didn’t last long, but he was standing there kissing Rachel for almost a minute, and I could tell he frenched her.

 

She certainly didn’t seem to mind either.  As they kissed, they also hugged real tight and I could tell Rachel’s breasts were mashed up against Dave. 

 

Dave’s released her from the kiss, but continued to hug her and moved his mouth close to her ear.  I could just make out him telling her that the next time she came over she should wear a skirt.  She giggled.

 

She left in a great mood.  Dave giving her rear-end a little swat as she left.  That’s my brother, I thought, a real charmer of the 14 year-olds.

 

When the door closed behind her, Dave turned to me and said, “I am so hot!”  Then he rapidly stripped me of my skirt and T-shirt till I was naked once more.

 

We went back into the living room but he didn’t even sit down.  He pushed me to my knees and said, “I know you want to suck my cock, you little slut, but I’m going to take it easy on you this time.  You can just jerk me off.”

 

I licked my palms and started rubbing his cock up and down.  I even played with his balls some as I stroked him with my other hand.  I did kiss the tip of his cock and lick it a little, but by this time, my mouth was so sore and swollen I’m not sure if I could have gotten him in even had he tried to force it. 

 

When he was ready to come, he took over and told me to put my hands behind my back.  With one hand in my hair to control my head and the other jerking his own cock, he squirted his cum on my forehead, my eyes and nose, mouth and cheeks.  I had my eyes closed so he wouldn’t get any inside them and kept them closed, feeling the cum coating my eyelids.  He released my hair, and told me to hold my head up so he could get a good look at me.  My eyes sprang open again as I heard a strange noise.  I looked up to see his digital camera pointed at my cum-covered face.

 

“Beautiful!” he said. <click>  <click>

 

“Dave!” I protested.  “Don’t!”

 

“Shut up and smile, slut.” he ordered.

 

My face turned scarlet in embarrassment, but I shut up.  I didn’t smile, but I said nothing further.

 

Satisfied, he put the camera down after a couple more shots and tucked himself back in.  He told me to get on my hands and knees, then to spread my legs apart.  I was nervous about this position.  It left me really exposed.  He pushed my head down until it my forehead touched the floor.  Embarrassed tears and cum, dripping on the floor.

 

His hand started playing with my butt.  Stroking it, squeezing it, and running his fingers from my pussy up to my butt-hole. 

 

Then I felt him push a finger in my wet pussy.  “Hmmmmm, I thought so,” he said, “you just love to be touched, don’t you slut?  I bet you even liked me taking your picture with all that cum on your face.  Turned you on, didn’t it?”

 

I shook my head, feeling ashamed because it was partly true.

 

He slapped my butt hard.  “Answer me!  Don’t you slut?”

 

“Yes Master.” I said, knowing what he wanted to hear.

 

His hand returned to my pussy, pushing his finger in and out.

 

“Do you want to cum?  Beg me to let you cum, cocksucker.” he said.

 

“Yes, please Master, please let me cum’” I begged.

 

He played with my butt and my pussy some more, quickly building me toward climax and just as I was close, he pinched my clit hard.  I let out an ear-splitting scream as I came hard, spurting my juices into his hand.

 

He wiped my juices into the opening of my butt-hole, as he continued to stroke my fires.  His other hand played with my nipple.

 

“I love you, my little cocksucker.” he said with that husky voice of his.

 

“Now tell me to put my finger in your asshole.  Tell me to screw it in real deep.  Tell me to fill the slut’s asshole” he said.

 

“NO!” I said.  “I don’t want anything in my butt!”

 

SLAP!  His hand hit my butt.  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

 

“Do you want my belt?”  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  My face jammed into the floor with each blow.

 

“No… please.”  I was in tears but I did what he told me.  “Master, please put your finger in your slut’s asshole.  Please put it in deep and fill this slut’s asshole.”

 

I shook with my sobs, afraid for him to do it, afraid to refuse him.  My heart was pounding as he started working his finger into my butt.  It was soaked with my juices, but I was so tight, it was hard for him to make any progress.  He twisted his finger around back and forth and slowly, slowly, his finger forced its way into me.

 

I screamed as it punched past my sphincter and slipped inside.  It hurt SO bad.  He pushed in and out, slowly going further each time.  It was like he was putting a white hot iron inside me.  This was something I had definitely NOT given him permission to do.  But I’d been spanked so much today, I just didn’t have the will to refuse him again.

 

Then it was all the way in.  I felt his knuckles hit my crack.  Then he pulled out and pushed in again, time after time.  Eventually, the pain was replaced by another feeling; a feeling that seemed to radiate from my butt-hole to my pussy. 

 

It was beginning to excite me.  When he’d first started pushing into my butt, my arousal had died but now it was back.  I started pushing up to meet his finger as it thrust into me.  One hand up my butt while the other played alternately with my clit and my nipples.

 

“There’s my little slut,” he said, “that’s a good girl… now cum for me you dirty slut.  Cum with my finger up your ass.”

 

I couldn’t help it.  I came with one of the hardest cums so far.  There was pain and pleasure all at the same time.  I felt things I’d never felt before… sensations moving through my butt and my pussy and my breasts and exploding in the pit of my stomach.

 

Dave kept me cumming for the next ten minutes.  He wouldn’t let up.  Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.  Eventually, I could take no more and collapsed unto the floor, spread eagled and exhausted.

 

He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom where I released what little liquids I had taken in that day.  I barely had the strength to wipe myself.  Dave carried me up to my bed and put me in, still naked.  I lay there exhausted physically and emotionally.

 

He rubbed salve into my tattoo and antiseptic on my piercings, then rolled me over on my stomach and gave me a massage.  Sleep began to wash over me.  Vaguely, I felt him tie my wrists to opposite sides of the headboard so that I remained face down in bed.  He covered my naked body  with a sheet and left me there.  I was sound asleep before the door closed.