Stephanie’s New Year              

 

By Sam Blythe

 

Part 4

 

 

Occurring Monday, New Years Day.

 

The next morning I awoke to find I was free of any restraints.  I mean my collar, wrist and ankle cuffs were still on, but they weren’t attached to anything.  I wasn’t sure if I should get up or not.  I didn’t hear Dave anywhere. 

 

My tongue felt better.  The swelling seemed to have gone done and it felt normal again – that is, normal except for a pole speared through it.  My tattoo tingled !till and my nose itched where the new stud was, but all in all, I wasn’t in any real pain.

 

Eventually, my need to relieve myself got the better of me and I left the bed and moved toward the door, half expecting to see Dave pop around a corner at any moment and punish me for moving without his permission.  As I thought of that, I was struck by how odd it was that I felt like I needed his permission just to move from my bed.  This has really got to stop… somehow.

 

As I went toward the bathroom, I didn’t see Dave anywhere upstairs.  I decided to risk it and relieved myself, then took a quick shower, trying to clean yesterday’s dried fluids from my body.  I shaved my legs and even up between them as well.  I was tired of all this, but it seemed a small thing not to get him angry.

 

Remembering yesterday morning’s towel experience, I dried off but took the towel with me.  I could always pretend I was still drying off.  I walked out naked and looked around.  Not seeing my brother upstairs, I went downstairs to see if he was there.  I felt nervous, walking around naked and not knowing what to expect.  I kept the towel ready just in case I found someone else.

 

Dave was nowhere around.  I peeked out back and still saw no sign of him.  I looked out front and noticed his car was gone.  Now what?  I was free for the time being, but free to do what?

 

If I stayed naked, should I remain downstairs or wait in my room?  Did I dare get dressed?  If I did and he came home and was ticked, what would happen then?  If I didn’t, what would happen if my mother or Mike came home and saw me naked before I had a chance to get in my room.

 

I decided to return to my room and wait there.  The clock read 9:10 am when I got back there.  I put salve on my tattoo and swabbed my piercings with disinfectant.  I tried to nap, but didn’t get much sleep.  I tried to read, but got bored, and then I worked on my journal some.

 

I could call the Department of Family Services I thought.  I could report him.  But how could I prove anything.  I couldn’t prove he’d forced me to have the tattoo or the piercings.  I couldn’t prove he was making me walk around naked.  My butt was now only faintly bruised after the spankings and whippings I’d received.  They could have been caused by falling down and landing on my rear.  I couldn’t prove that the cuffs, or collar were his idea.  And what would Mom say if I called DFS and didn’t talk to her first?

 

They would just think I was crying wolf.  And if they DID believe me and took Dave away, where would that leave me?  My mother didn’t care and Mike didn’t like me.  I’d either have no one or maybe even be put in foster care – No WAY!

 

I could call Rachel and warn her not to come over anymore, but she’d just think I was losing my marbles.  And besides, there was some comfort in having someone else to share Dave’s kinky side with.

 

In the end, I did nothing.  I just put on more salve and antiseptic. 

 

It was close to 12 when I heard the front door.  I wondered who it was.  What if it wasn’t Dave?  I scrambled back under the sheets so Mike or my mom wouldn’t see me naked.  The bedroom door opened.  It was Dave.  I was almost relieved. 

 

“Well, good morning slut.” he said as he ripped the sheets off me.

 

My face reddened in sudden shame.  I had almost started to feel normal again. 

 

“Good morning… Master.” I said, trying to keep him happy.

 

He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him.  I was pissed that he would just point at the floor and expect me to come over and kneel in front of him.  But what choice did I have?  I got up, still naked, and started to walk over to him in the doorway.

 

Like a shot, he was in front of me, slapping my face, his hand first hitting me with the palm and then backhanding me with his knuckles.  “I [slap] did [slap] not [slap] tell [slap] you [slap] to [slap] walk.  Only walk when I tell you to or make you to, got it?”

 

As he hit me I backed away and I fell to my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face.  It seemed like he kept making up rules as he went along.  I guess that was rule ten.  He stepped away from me, back to where he was and snapped his fingers again, pointing to the floor in front of him.  I crawled over to him, stopping in front of him like the defeated dog I was.

 

“Alright,” he said, his voice now tender and caring, “much better.  Steph, I love you so much and I want you to do well here, and I hate hitting you, but you have to learn to do this right.  Now, today we’ll do some obedience training, but first things first, be a good slut and suck me off.”

 

Feeling no more comfortable about sucking him than before, I took his cock out of his pants and started to work.  What had happened to my nice, gentle brother? 

 

His cock wasn’t even hard yet when I took it out.  I don’t think I’d ever really seen it close up when it wasn’t rock hard.  Soft, it wasn’t that intimidating.  It was only about 3 inches long or so and maybe an inch thick.  It was soft and velvety to touch.  But it grew rapidly as I pulled on it with one hand while I massaged his balls through his pants.  He was circumcised so there was a big bulb on the end and I bent forward and kissed it lightly on the tip.

 

With the touch of my lips, his cock quickly sprung out like a 7 inch iron pipe.  It was hard to believe that something could be so hard and stiff, yet feel so smooth and warm.  It had gotten so hot, it seemed filled with hot oil or something.  As I took it into my mouth, his 2 inch thick pole really filled my mouth. 

 

I made it all wet and sucked in as much in as I could, then kind of blew him out as my studded tongue scrapped up his shaft, making him moan in pleasure.  The stud in my tongue still hurt when it was pulled on like that and I felt tears come into my eyes from the sudden pain.  I kept it up while one hand massaged his balls and the other was wrapped around the base of his cock, helping to stimulate him more.  The sooner I could get him to cum, the sooner it would be over.

 

It only took about five minutes and when he was ready to cum, he told me to stop and pulled himself out of my mouth.  He told me to look him in the eyes and jerked himself until he came, pointing his cock right at my face.  He squirted the first shot on my nose and mouth, the next one between my eyebrows.  The third one hit my cheek and the last one landed in my hair.  And I’d just taken a shower.

 

He wiped himself off on my other cheek and used my hair to dry off. 

 

“First thing you have to learn today is to remember to be polite.  Say thank you.”

 

I said, “Thank you, Master.”  We seemed to be up to rule eleven if I was counting right.

 

He pulled a crop from behind his back – he must have had it stuck in his belt because I hadn’t seen it before.  Giving me a sharp swat on each butt cheek, he told me to always be specific.  He said I should have said something like ‘Thank you Master for fucking my mouth and cumming on my face and hair.’

 

With that, he hit me twice more.

 

“And you forgot to say thank you for punishing you.”

 

“Thank you, Master for punishing my butt.”

 

He hit me again.  I couldn’t help it and cried “Aaaaah!” both times.

 

“It’s not a butt, it’s an ass.” he said. “Butt’s a word for nice little girls and boys, not sluts.  And don’t say punish, describe what I punished and what I did to punish you.  Can’t you get anything right, you stupid cunt?  Now try again.”

 

“Thank you, Master, for whipping my ass.” I said, crying now in humiliation again.

 

This time he massaged my ‘ass’ with his hand saying, “Much better my beautiful little cock-sucking slut.”  Once again, his voice had changed back to the “kind” Dave.

 

I just knelt there, naked, on my hands and knees, tears leaking from my eyes, not sure what was going on or what would be next.

 

“Now,” he said, “you should ask to please me whenever possible.  So even if I tell you to suck me off, ask me first.  Say something like, “Master, may I please suck your cock.”

 

“Yes, Master.” I said, thinking we were now up to rule twelve.

 

He told me to kneel straight and hold my hands together behind my back with my knees apart.  This would be the Normal position I should be in whenever I was not restrained, or told to be in another position.  So, when he’d cmme into my room a few minutes ago, this is how I should have presented myself.

 

Again, I said, “Yes Master.”

 

Then he had me put my arms behind me, my hands holding the opposite elbow, and lay down on my back with my legs spread as far as possible.  This was the ‘Ready’ position he said.  I hated this; it made me feel so exposed and vulnerable.

 

After he had explained what this position was for, he knelt between my widespread legs and started tickling my feet – just a little.  He told me to close my eyes as his hands continued their journey up my legs, teasing my skin with gentle touches.

 

Dave’s hands worked up my calves to my thighs.  He went first to the outside of my thighs and then moved inside from the knee.  The stretched tension of my legs and the vulnerable position I was displayed in, seemed to help me respond to his touches by sending shivers all through me.  My pussy grew hot and wet in anticipation.

 

But his hands bypassed my pussy and went up my hips to my waist.  He played around below my belly button, lightly pulling on the ring connected to the stud there.  He teased me by dipping his hand down where my pubic hair used to be, and meandering back up again. 

 

He bent down and kissed me on my freshly shaved pubic mound and said very huskily, “I appreciate it when you shave your cunt for me.  You will be rewarded.”

 

I kind of thought I already was.  He licked up and drove his tongue around the piercing in my belly button.  As his hands went to play with my breasts, his tongue wandered around my stomach.  It was like he was bathing me with his saliva.

 

His tongue was driving me wild.  I kept getting shivers all over me.  My stomach muscles convulsed repeatedly as he kissed and licked his way around my abdomen.  He moved up and began licking my breasts as one hand finally went to play with my pussy.

 

I was moaning and rocking around on the floor as the heat of my passion increased, my pussy creaming with preparatory juices.  I was going crazy.  Gone from my mind was any thought of calling a halt to our ‘games’ or telling him to stop.  I just wanted to cum.

 

His hand and mouth switched again and his tongue began to circle my pussy, then up and played around my clit.  I pushed my hips up into his mouth, trying to increase the contact.  Then his tongue stabbed into my pussy hole, twirling around and lapping up my juices.  He kept prolonging my orgasm, pulling out his tongue and simply licking the outside lips of my pussy.  Then he’d lick my clit again, and push his tongue back inside me.  After about fifteen minutes of driving me wild, he suddenly plunged as deep inside me as he could reach, leaned his head forward to push his nose against my clit, and pinched and twisted my nipples hard.

 

I came.  I came hard.  And not just once, but as he kept up his tongue lashing and nipple twisting, I came several more times.

 

As he finished and I lay panting on the floor, he stood up and said, “That’s your reward for pleasing me with your freshly shaved cunt.”

 

I just lay there panting, trying to recover.  He went right on with his instructions. 

 

“When I tell you to present yourself, I want you on your knees with your legs spread wide and your hands in front of you.  Your head should be touching the floor.  Now, present yourself slut.”

 

My mind was somewhere in lala land.  I was still trying to catch my breath and come back down to earth from my orgasm.  I didn’t even really hear him.

 

All of a sudden my freshly sensitized pussy exploded in pain as the riding crop came crashing down on it.  I let out an ear-piercing scream as my arms came from behind my back to cup my pussy and my legs came together to close my lips together.  I rolled on my side to try to protect myself.

 

But the crop found my hip as he continued to lay blow after blow on me, telling me over and over again to get into my presentation position.

 

I kept apologizing and pleading with him to stop.  I told him I didn’t know what he meant.

 

So he told me again, one step at a time, each punctuated with more slaps of the crop against my defenseless body.  I rolled over on my stomach (slap), then got up on my knees (slap), put my arms out in front of me (slap), head on the floor (slap) and spread my legs (slap).  It made me think I was facing Mecca and praying to Allah.

 

“You forgot to thank me for punishing you” Dave said.

 

I tried to make up for it but he interrupted me, saying that for being hard headed, I would get 20 slaps with the crop.  But first, I had to beg him to whip me and then I had to thank him for each smack.  If I didn’t beg him to whip me, he’d do it anyway, but wouldn’t start counting the 20 until I begged to be whipped.

 

With tears falling from my eyes to the floor, I begged him saying, “Please Master, please whip my ass with your crop.  I’m so sorry for being bad, so please punish me with your crop.  I’m sorry I was bad Master.”

 

“Good job slut, your wish is granted.  Now stay in your presentation position.”

 

The first swat came down on my right cheek and the pain seemed to explode in my butt.

 

“OW!  Thank you Master for whipping my ass.” I said.

 

The second landed on my left cheek.

 

“OOOWWW!  Thank you Master for whipping my ass.”

 

It went on and on… first one cheek then the other.  My tears puddling on the floor below me.  He made sure to cover my butt all over, sometimes hitting the same spot twice.  By the twelfth or thirteenth blow, I was screaming and trying to say thank you at the same time.

 

Finally, it was over.  Dave told me to relax a few minutes.  I collapsed, face down on the floor, my hands reaching behind me to massage my butt.  He walked away and came back a few minutes later.  I was still shaking with my sobs.

 

He pushed my hands away and I felt his hand on my butt as he rubbed something cool and soothing into my burning, reddened cheeks.  How could someone who could give me so much pleasure one minute, turn around and in the next give me so much agony then flip again and be tender?

 

He pulled me to my feet and gave me a tight hug, holding me and caressing my back until my sobs subsided.  After I’d calmed down, he went through my clothes and handed me a skirt and tank top, told me to put them on, clean up a little and walk downstairs to the kitchen for something to eat. 

 

As he walked out of the door, he reminded me not to forget to assume a normal position when I got to the kitchen.

 

I dried my tears and got dressed.  The skirt was one I’d had for awhile.  It came to about mid-thigh and was made of light blue cotton.  The top was yellow and came down to just below my belly button.  Compared with what I’d been wearing, this was a modest outfit.

 

I went to the bathroom and repaired my face, brushed my teeth, and used a washcloth to wipe off the cum he’d left to dry on my face and got what I could out of my hair.  Then I rinsed between my legs as good as possible, trying to be gentle since it was still tender.

 

Reluctantly, I went down to the kitchen for whatever awaited me there.  I was thankful he had allowed me to walk rather than crawl.  I was ravenously hungry.  I had eaten very little the last few days and it was already after 1 in the afternoon.

 

Entering the kitchen, I saw Dave fixing something, and I sank to my knees, putting my hands behind my back.  I said, “Thank you Master, for letting me dress and clean up.  Also, thank you for letting me walk down here.”

 

“You’re welcome slut.” he said.

 

He had me poor the drinks while he served some sandwiches he’d made while I was upstairs, then invited me to sit at the table and eat.

 

“Thank you Master for allowing me to eat at the table.”

 

We had a pleasant meal, almost like normal, except every time he addressed me, he called me “slut.”  It was a none-to subtle reminder that things weren’t quite back to normal.  Plus, sitting normally was rather painful on my recently whipped butt.

 

When we were done, he told me to clean up and then join him in the living room, also telling me I could walk unless he told me otherwise.  I remembered to say thank you.

 

There wasn’t much to clean up, so it wasn’t long before I joined him again.  I wasn’t sure if I should stand or just sit down, so I played it safe and assumed the ‘normal’ position, kneeling on the floor with my hands behind me.

 

Dave looked down at me and smiled.  I saw his eyes go to the clock.  It was close to 1:30 in the afternoon.  He looked thoughtful and then said we might just have time.  He told me to strip.  Sighing to myself, I obeyed.

 

“Play with yourself slut.” he said.  “I want to see you cum for me.”

 

I hesitated a few seconds and was about to protest.  He’d never made me play with myself in front of him before, and I just couldn’t imagine just doing it in the open like this.  When I hesitated, I saw him beginning to get angry again and decided to comply.  I quickly changed my tune and said “Yes Master.”  I put one finger in my pussy and started to play with my nipples with the other hand.  This was sooo embarrassing!  I could tell by the tent in his trousers that it was making him excited though.

 

After about 10 minutes of working on myself, I felt the heat building toward a climax.  Then he calmly mentioned that Mike would be home around 2.  I panicked knowing that time was rapidly approaching and almost lost my arousal. 

 

“Speed it up slut.  You don’t get to stop until you cum for me.”

 

I went back to work on myself and after a few more minutes of diddling myself, the idea of someone else finding me like this kind of added to my excitement and my pussy started heating up even faster.  Finally, I came. 

 

As I knelt there panting for a minute while I recovered, I glanced at Dave and noticed his digital camera in his hand. 

 

‘Dave, you DIDN’T just take pictures while I was playing with myself, did you?” I asked feeling embarrassed and betrayed.

 

“Sure, just a few pics to remember the moment.  You looked incredibly sexy doing that.  But I don’t recall giving you permission to ask me questions, and you didn’t say “master” and failed to thank me for letting you cum.”

 

I quickly apologized and fearfully added, “I’m sorry Master.  Thank you for letting me cum Master.”

 

“You’re welcome.  I’ll forgive you for the moment, but it might add to a later punishment if you slip up again.” Dave said, “Get dressed again and come sit beside me.”

 

I got dressed, but wished I could clean the juices that were now drying on my crotch and thighs.  Those pictures worried me.  I hadn’t even noticed the camera on the table beside his chair.  As I sat down beside him, he put his finger in my pussy, swirled it around, and then put it in my mouth, saying, “mmmmm, cunt juice, delicious.”

 

Then he stuck his finger back in me again and put it in my own mouth.  I licked it clean and said, “Thank you master for letting me suck my juices off your finger.”

 

“You’re doing very well, my little slut” Dave said.  “But any minute, Mike will be back and Mom should be home this afternoon, too.  I want to speak candidly for a minute.  Our little weekend together is almost over.  For the moment, we’re back to being a normal brother and sister.  I want to know what you’re feeling.”

 

I didn’t know what to say.  I didn’t know what to do.  I was taken by surprise.  And I wasn’t sure if he meant it was over for just a few minutes or forever.

 

“Take your time, Steph, and think carefully.” Dave said.

 

“I don’t know Dave.  I don’t really know what I feel.” I said.  “Confused I guess.  Sometimes I’m mad at you for treating me like you have been, and I’m afraid of you now.  Most of the time I don’t want to do this anymore, but then when you make me feel good and cum, I like it.”

 

“Let me tell you something,” he said, “something about yourself.  If you’d hated what’s been happening the last few days – if you’d been really angry about it – then as soon as I said it was over and I said things were back to normal, you would have said, “Great!”  You would have been glad it was over.  You would have cried for joy.

 

“But you didn’t do any of those things.” he went on to say.

 

“Instead, you were confused.  You had many different feelings.”

 

 “But…” I started to say, but Dave held up his hand to still my voice and went on.

 

“You might not want to admit it, but part of you liked all the attention.  And you enjoyed the times of pleasure.  Part of you even got excited about the humiliation, and part of you was excited about the pain, though of course, it might not have been an enjoyable excitement.  And you never really fought against the confinement, and the loss of decision-making felt freeing.  You didn’t have to worry about anything except what I might want you to do.”

 

Mike came through the front door about then, waved to us with no real greeting, and went upstairs to his room.  We waved back and said ‘hi’ but he was gone in seconds. 

 

“Does that ring true, Steph?” he asked, continuing.

 

For a long time I just sat there.  I knew he was right about some things.  But there was another part me, the normal part, that wanted to BE normal… that wanted to make my own decisions… that didn’t want to be sexually aroused every time I turned around… that didn’t like being humiliated and spanked and walking around naked… that didn’t like being tied up and led around on a leash or crawling like a dog.  I wanted to control my own life and make my own decisions.  I wanted to be proud of who I was and to be treated with respect.

 

So I told him that it was partly true and partly not.  I tried to tell him about the ‘normal’ life I wanted to lead.  I told him the excitement of the last few days had been, like, wow!, but I told him there was just so much going on inside of me, I just couldn’t get it all out.  I was just really confused.

 

“You just don’t like making decisions for yourself, do you Steph.”  He didn’t really ask me that, but rather made it a statement.

 

I wanted to respond anyway.  I took my time and said, “I like the excitement.  I like to cum.” I said blushing.  “But I want to live my own life, too.” I said.

 

“You want to have your cake and eat it too.” he said.  He was trying to make me see that “normal” meant I couldn’t also enjoy sexual freedom and excitement.  But I couldn’t see that little manipulation tactic in those days.  I just got confused.

 

“I…  No, I…maybe… I”

 

Hold up his hand, Dave shushed me.

 

“Here’s something else to think about.  If you want your life back, fine, but you’re going to have to explain to Mom why you have a tattoo and several piercings…”

 

“NO!  I can’t!  She’ll kill me and then ground me for life!  What can I tell her?  Besides, YOU made me get them!”

 

Tears were coming to my eyes again as I felt the fear overcome me.  How the heck was I going to explain this to my mother?  And in the back of my mind were the pictures that I knew he’d been taking during all this.  I knew there were more than what I’d seen him take.  I wondered how many and what they revealed.  I also was a little afraid of what he might do with them.

 

“On the other hand, like I told you earlier, if you agree to continue as we have been, I’ll handle Mom.  I’ll tell her it was all my idea and you didn’t have anything to do with it.”

 

Salvation!  Dave could fix it!  My face lit up with a smile.  He would take the heat from Mom…   All I had to do was… continue being his slut slave.  And my face fell.  Could I do it?  Oh God!  I just didn’t know what to do.

 

Dave put his hand on my thigh, and rubbed me casual-like.  My mind was in such a state, I hardly noticed.

 

“Take your time Steph… just think about it a while.”

 

I gasped as I felt his hand move up under my skirt, his fingers slipping into my slit.  He moved up and down as I began to lose the thread of our conversation.  I leaned back, not really thinking about it and parted my thighs to let him stimulate me.  Pushing between my lips, his fingers began separating my folds and then pushing under my hood, he gently grabbed my clit between his thumb and index finger. 

 

I was trying my hardest to ignore what he was doing as I tried to figure out what to do.  If I took responsibility for my actions, my mother would ground me forever, and likely regard me as the slut Dave had been turning me into.  Either way, I wasn’t going to have any freedom for a while.

 

It was getting harder and harder to concentrate as his fingers continued to excite my clit.  My mind kept being pulled down to my crotch.  I was getting really turned on… again. 

 

“Dave, I… “ and I gasped again as one of his fingers entered my hole while he pinched my clit.

 

“Oh god!...” I said.  “Dave…”  I wanted to tell him to stop so I could think, but I just couldn’t get it out.  I was panting and gasping continuously as my brother continued fingering me toward orgasm. 

 

“You want me to keep going?” he asked.

 

I nodded without even thinking about it. 

 

“But I’ll be glad to stop and give you your freedom.”  And he stopped, his fingers still resting on my clit and inside my vagina.  “What’ll it be Steph?  Keep going or stop?”

 

By that point, I’d stopped thinking about decisions.  All I could think of was getting off.

 

“Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

 

His fingers moved again, massaging my clit, twisting it, pinching it.

 

“There’s my good girl.  Now tell me what you are Steph… tell me what you want.”

 

I just sat there, my head leaning against the back of the couch in shear ecstasy.  I only half heard him.  But then he slowed down again, almost stopping.  “Come on Steph…  let me hear you.”

 

“Okay, okay” I cried.  I was on virtual autopilot again from the last few days.  “I’m a slut and I want to be your slave… Master.  Just please let me cum.”

 

His fingers sped up, now aided by his other hand which went beneath my top and pinched my nipples.  And then I came.  He kept it going as I came and came again, continuously for like five minutes. 

 

Finally, he stopped.  His hand resting on my thigh all sticky from my juices.  His other hand moving my top back to cover my breasts and then stroking my hair.

 

“That’s my good little slut.  You’re such a pretty cunt.”

 

And I burst into tears, realizing what I had done.  I had given myself over to him.  I had my chance for freedom and let it slide out of my own pussy.  I curled up into a ball and sobbed while Dave stroked my back and my hair.

 

“Normal position slut.”  He emphasized the instruction by pushing me haphazardly off the couch.

 

I landed on my knees and slowly moved my arms behind my back, tears streaming down my face.  I was a slut.  I knew I needed to cum more than anything else, even freedom or pride.  I was ruled by my damn pussy.  My shoulders shook as I sobbed before my brother – my master.

 

“Now my beautiful little cunt, suck me off before Mom comes home.”

 

I scooted forward between his thighs, and pulled out his cock.  I remembered just in time…

 

“Please Master, may I suck your cock?”

 

“Ask me nicer, cocksucker.  Beg me in a way I can’t refuse.  Show me what a cock loving slut you really are.”

 

I felt so humiliated.  He was really pressing home his advantage over me now.  And I hated myself.

 

“Master please… Please allow your slut to suck on your big beautiful cock and make you cum.  I want to feel you cum in my mouth.  Please Master, I want to taste your spunk on my tongue and swallow your juices to hold in my stomach.”

 

My face was scarlet.  I wanted to crawl in a whole again.  He grabbed my ears and directed me toward his cock, a big grin on his face as I started to work, kissing the tip of his cock.  It grew harder and bigger as I slid my mouth down his shaft, using my tongue to make him wet as I worked my way down, licking his balls, sucking them into my mouth and then back up his shaft again.

 

He kept his hands on my head, holding my ears as I put the head of his cock into my mouth sucking while using my hands to massage his cock.  I twirled my tongue around his rod as I sucked him deep into my mouth.  Then I felt his hands pulling me further in.  He pulled my head until my chin was being scratched by the hairs on his balls, my throat choking as his cock was forced down my air passage.

 

The muscles of my throat contracted and spasmed as I fought for air, all the while massaging his cock.  He pushed me away enough for me to breathe, then pulled me back onto him again.  When I would start to really struggle for breath, he’d pull out a little.

 

This went on for hours… well, probably only ten minutes… and he finally came.  I swallowed it all.  I don’t think I’ll ever really like the taste of spunk, his or anyone else’s.  It tasted really yucky.  

 

He allowed me to go to the bathroom to clean up but I had to crawl there.  It seemed like he was doing everything he could to humiliate me this afternoon, to remind me of the life I had chosen.  But had I?  Just because I liked to cum, does that mean I have to be his slave?  I hoped not … at least forever.

 

I cleaned my mouth out, wiped my pussy and my thighs of juices, and fixed myself as good as possible.  Then I crawled back into the living room, returning to my ‘normal’ position, kneeling in front of Dave with my hands behind my back.

 

A few minutes later, Mom came home. 

 

I started to get up, but one look from Dave made me settle back down.  At least I had clothes on.

 

Mom called out saying, “Hi kids, I’m home!”

 

As Mom came in we both said hi and heard another greeting coming from Mike’s room.  She came on into the living room and stopped in her tracks when she saw me kneeling on the floor in front of Dave.  She looked at me and said, “Lose something, Stephie?”

 

I was about to answer but again, Dave silenced me.

 

“Mom, why don’t you have a seat.” he said.  “I’d like to talk to you for a few minutes.”

 

She got a puzzled look on her face, but went over and sat in an easy chair.  “Okay, what did you have in mind?” she asked Dave, her eyes moving back and forth between him and I.

 

“I need to tell you about Stephanie.” he said.  “She and I have had an interesting time the past few days and we now have a different relationship.  I’ve been working on her discipline, making her more respectful and willing to do what she’s told.  Isn’t that right, Stephie?” He asked, looking down at me.

 

“Yes… sir.” I said.  I wasn’t sure if I should say ‘master’ with Mom there, so I compromised, hoping it would be alright.

 

Dave smiled.  Mom raised her eyebrows, a slight puzzled smile coming to her face.  Then she saw the shine of the stud in my nose.

 

“Stephanie!  What on earth have you done to your nose?”  Then she saw the ring peeking out from below my top which had ridden up a little since I was holding my hands behind me still.

 

She came over and lifted my top a little to expose my belly button ring.  Her mouth dropped open in shock, anger seeping into her face.

 

“Mom,” Dave said, “please sit back down.  The piercings are my responsibility.”

 

Shock turned to mystification, but she sat back down to listen, still not looking happy.

 

“I decided Stephie needed to learn her place a little.  She’s been needing an external control.  I don’t think she’s very good at controlling her own life, or making decisions for herself.  The, ah, choker is actually a collar with a ring on the back and the wrist and ankle cuffs can also be used to restrain her.”

 

I wanted to die of embarrassment.  I hung my head in shame.

 

Mom, on the other hand, sat back in her chair.  I didn’t know if it was surprise or … something else.

 

Dave went on, “We’ve also added a few other touches.  As you can see, she has a stud in her nose.  That’s just for looks, but reminds anyone who sees her that she’s a slut.  She needed to come down off her high horse a little.”

 

“Well, that’s true.” Mom said thoughtfully.  “She always has been a little stuck up.”

 

I turned my head toward my mother in shock.  I could not believe she thought I was stuck up, nor that she was saying this to Dave.  I thought she’d freak at what he’d done and take him over HER knee maybe.  Certainly she’d disapprove of what Dave had been doing to me.

 

“Oh, get over yourself, Stephie.” She said.  “You’ve always acted like you’re just a little better than everyone else, including your own family.”

I couldn’t believe my own mother felt that way.

 

“The belly piercing is attractive and sexy, I think,” Dave said, “but the ring attached to it makes a handy place to attach things.”

 

“Hmmmmmm, yeah, I bet it would.” Mom said, grinning now.

 

“Okay slut” Dave said to me “crawl over to Mom and show her your other piercing.”

 

I saw Mom’s eyebrow arch up when Dave called me a ‘slut,’ but she didn’t say anything.  Feeling more humiliated that I’d ever felt, I brought my hands around in front of me and crawled over to my mother, resuming my normal position only tilting my head back, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue as far as I could, showing her my tongue piercing.

 

“Oh my!” Mom said.  She stuck her finger in my mouth!  She felt the stud and moved it around a little, drawing a wince from me.  My still sensitive tongue was fine when it wasn’t bothered, but sucking cock or having someone play with it still hurt.  Then she played with my collar, moving it around so the ring was in front.

 

“Stand up, slut.” Dave ordered.

 

I stood up, still facing my mother.

 

“Good girl.” he said, “Now lift your skirt up and show Mom the new artwork.”

 

I balked.  I didn’t have any panties on and the LAST thing I wanted to do was show my naked, hairless pussy and new tattoo to my MOTHER!! 

 

“Dave!” I pleaded.

 

“NOW!” he commanded.  “We’ll deal with your punishment later, but if you don’t want to add to it, do what I told you.”

 

Slowly, my hands lifted my skirt in front.  My mother’s face got a peculiar expression on her face as all this was going on, glancing between my brother and I.  She gasped as my shaved pussy came into view, obviously with no panties on.

 

“Come on Steph, get on with it.  Or do you want to lose the skirt altogether?”

 

I quickly complied and lifted my skirt to my breasts, now showing the tattoo clearly.

 

“OH!” my mother said with a little gasp.  She leaned forward to study the tattoo more closely.

 

“I think I see now.” she said, looking as though she recognized the symbol.

 

“Normal.” Dave said.  I dropped my skirt and knelt down again.

 

“You’ve made her a slave.” Mom stated.  It wasn’t a question.  Somehow, she knew.

 

What did that tattoo mean, I wondered.  What was it about seeing the design on my skin that made her understand so quickly?

 

“Yeah, it seemed like the best way.  In all honesty, she’s not crazy about it, but she has admitted to being a slut and chosen to continue as my slave, haven’t you Steph?  Tell Mom what you are.”

 

“Yes Master.” I said, filled with shame yet knowing the secret was out, and also, I didn’t want to incur any further punishments.  But to say that in front of my mother was so humiliating.  “I’m a slut, Mom.”  Why wasn’t she stopping this? 

 

“Well, you two have been busy, I see.  I’m going to have to think about these developments.”  As she said this though, she reached out and played with the ring in my belly, pulling on it a little to see the effect on me.

 

“What does Mike know?” she asked.

 

“Nothing, he hasn’t been here for any of it.  I’d just as soon keep him out of most of it for now.” he said.

 

“Fine with me… but maybe you and I should talk.” Mom said.

 

“Okay slut, on your feet and come here.”

 

I went to him and he had me turn around, facing my mother again while he took my wrists and fastened them together behind my back again.  He told me to go to my room until he called me.

 

I left looking at Mom and wondering why she didn’t say something.  She was letting Dave do this to me and not saying anything!  I went upstairs, feeling like a trained monkey.  I could not figure out why Mom was acting like this.  Why wasn’t she upset?  I thought she’d be furious.  Why wasn’t she on my side?  Why was she so calm about it all?  And just what did that tattoo mean?   I felt betrayed by my own mother.

 

I sat down on my bed, tears running quietly down my cheeks, and waited for whatever was to happen next.  It was about 3:00 in the afternoon.  I tried to figure out what was going on and how I’d somehow gotten into this mess.

 

When the clock said 3:30, I heard Dave calling me from the bottom of the stairs.  I rose from the bed, where’d I’d lain down for a while, and started downstairs.

 

They were sitting on the couch together when I arrived in the living room.  As I came toward them, Dave signaled with his finger and I went down on my knees in front of them. 

 

“Stephanie,” Mom began, “your brother and I have been talking and I’ve decided to allow this to continue.” 

 

I opened my mouth to protest, but caught a look from Dave and I wisely decided to wait and hear them out.

 

“You’ve been getting really uppity lately young lady.  I know you disapprove of my relationship with John and I think maybe this is just what you need to learn your place.  And after what Dave has told me, it’s pretty apparent that underneath all that high and mighty exterior, you’re pretty much just a slut anyway.”

 

I hung my head in shame, tears once more rushing to my eyes to spill down my cheeks.  I felt like dirt.  I knew I was never mommy’s ‘little girl,’ but I couldn’t believe she was going along with this.

 

“So I’ll assist where I need to, but your brother is in charge and what he says, goes.  You will do what he tells you, Stephanie.  I’ve been worried how I was going to keep control of you during the next few years.  Most girls your age become a bit hard to control.  With this arrangement, maybe we won’t have to worry so much in your case.  Of course, you’ll still go to school, but misbehave there and you will be dealing with both me as your mother and Dave as your master.  Understand?”

 

Still crying, I nodded my head.

 

“Your mother asked you a question, slut.” Dave piped in.  “I expect you to make a proper and respectful response.”

 

“Yes Master.  I’m sorry Mother.  Yes, I understand.”

 

“Dave if you’ll remove her restraints, we’ll get a move on.”

 

I looked up in curiosity, but they didn’t give me any clues.

 

“Come here, slut.” Dave said.

 

I got up and went over to him.  He indicated I should turn around and then he released my wrist cuffs.  He told me to go with my mother and do what I was told, and that I should respond favorably to anything my mother suggested.

 

“Yes Master.”  I followed my mother outside and to her car.  Though I still had on my skirt and my tank top, that was ALL I had on, which meant I was barefoot too.  As she told me to get into the back seat, Dave called from the doorway and reminded me not to say a word unless asked a direct question.

 

Mom didn’t say much on the way to our destination.  I just sat and looked around, wondering where we were going.  We pulled in front of a shoe store first.  We went in and she had me try on several pairs of shoes… with high heels.  She bought me four pair.  The shortest had four inch heels, which I wore out of the store.  There was another pair with 5 inch heels and the other two both had 6 inch heels. 

 

I was a little shaky since the most I’d worn before were 2 and a half-inch heels.  Walking awkwardly back to the car, I got in and awaited what might happen next.

 

We arrived at a small, out of the way, medical office.  The sign beside the door read, “A. Martin, MD, OB-GYN” and as we went in, I noticed a small design carved somewhat discretely above the door.  It was the same symbol I now wore below my belly button!  Very strange.

 

We went to the nurse’s window and Mom told her we were here for our 4:30 appointment for Stephanie.  The nurse assured us the doctor would be right with us.

 

Mom sat down, but indicated I was to stand beside her chair with my hands behind me.  There was no one else present.  However, after a couple of minutes, a girl about 20 came from the back and left, smiling timidly to us.  A few minutes later, the nurse called us back.

 

I was treated to the normal weigh-in, temperature check, blood pressure check, pulse rate and stuff.  The nurse had me strip – completely – and put on a gown.  This type fastened in front but when I went to fasten it I noticed there were no snaps, no belt, no ties; nothing with which to fasten it closed.  So I just held it together.  When I was ready, the nurse had me get up on the table… you know… the gynecological type with the stirrups.  I was to sit down and wait for the doctor.

 

About five minutes later, Doctor Martin came in, scanned my chart, and then asked about my sexual history.  He wanted to know if I’d had intercourse yet, if I’d ever had anal sex, and what kind of oral sex I’d engaged in. 

 

It was so embarrassing!  I had to answer these questions right in front of my mother and this strange doctor.  But I told him.  I didn’t tell him who I’d done the oral stuff with though – just that I’d done it.  Since I hadn’t done the intercourse or anal stuff, I was able to tell him that I was still a virgin.

 

He did the usual stuff of listening to my chest and back, then he examined my piercings very carefully, pronouncing them free of infection and healing nicely.  Next, I was told to lie back on the table.  He moved my hands away, spread my robe open and examined my tattoo very carefully, saying that it too, was coming along well.

 

Next, he examined my breasts, checking for lumps, I suppose.  He pressed them, massaged them, kneaded them and squeezed them.  The doctor turned his attention to my nipples.  He bent over to look at them closely as he played with the nipples and pinched them, making them hard.  I was embarrassed, wondering why the ‘doctor’ was playing with my breasts a little more than a doctor normally would.  I began to feel chill bumps arise on the skin of my breasts while he played with them.  He told my mother they looked fine with good strong nipples.

 

Then he took my left ankle and put it in the stirrup, fastening the straps to secure my leg.  He did the same with my right ankle.  I was wondering why he was strapping me in since this was just a normal exam – or so I thought.

 

I shivered as I felt his fingers touch the lips of my pussy.  It occurred to me that most doctors used gloves when touching a patient.  Dr. Martin did not.  It was an unusual exam.  I was getting nervous.  He seemed to be caressing my lips more than examining them.  I wanted to move myself away from him, but of course, I couldn’t being strapped in.  I tried though, and as he continued to touch me, I started to squirm around.  My mother told me to lie still, so I quieted down for a while.

 

The doctor separated the lips of my pussy and bent his head down to get a real close look.  I could feel his breath on my thighs, and then on my lips.  He pushed the stirrups apart, spreading me wide open.  I was so humiliated, even if he WAS a doctor.  Using his fingers, he spread the lips of my outer labia and looked inside, running his fingers from one end of my vulva to the other. 

 

He kept saying “hmmmmmm” and “ummm” and “mmm mmmmm” and sighing and such during the whole exam.  I gasped as his finger penetrated my hole, working its way around inside me.  My hands went instinctively toward my crotch.

 

He stopped and looked at Mom saying, “Well, we can’t have that.”

 

Mom grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head, holding me so I couldn’t interfere with the doctor’s examination.  His fingers probed my hymen, feeling it completely, pushing against it, and moving around the border of my vaginal walls. 

 

With his other hand, he started to play with my clit.  He rubbed it, squeezed it and flicking it as it continued to get harder and longer, engorged on the blood of my unwelcome arousal.

 

I finally figured out that he was, at the moment, less interested in ‘examining’ me than he was in getting me off.  The doctor was deliberately masturbating me!  What kind of a doctor WAS this?!

 

I cried out, “MOM!”

 

But she just said, “Shut up Stephanie and stay still for the doctor.”  Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered to me, “You know I have to tell your brother about when you are a bad girl.”

 

I just couldn’t believe what was going on!

 

“She moistens up readily enough.” the doctor said.

 

“Yes,” Mom said, “she seems to be quite the little slut.”

 

How humiliating!  My own mother was telling some pervert doctor that I was a slut.  But the doctor was right about one thing…  I could feel myself getting wet.

 

I could feel myself continuing to build in excitement, even though I was trying real hard to remain calm and not get aroused.  I tried to think about other things, about school starting tomorrow and my other friends, but it wasn’t working.  My crotch was getting hot!

 

His finger worked at dipping in and out of my vagina and the other ones played with my clit made it hard to think about other things.  More and more of my concentration was focusing on what was happening between my legs.  Unconsciously, I started thrusting my hips up to meet his fingers pushing inside me against my hymen. 

 

Without realizing it, I was soon completely focused on the pleasure the doctor was giving me.  I was aware of nothing else than his fingers and my own arousal.  In a few minutes, I came with a small scream as my body stiffened and jerked under the doctor’s administrations.  I lay there panting as the doctor removed his fingers and started chuckling. 

 

“I see what you mean, she IS a little slut, isn’t she?” he said.  Even my mother chuckled a little.

 

I felt so degraded and started to cry as I recovered from my orgasm.  I didn’t understand how my mother could have allowed the doctor to do this to me.  And I really couldn’t believe I’d actually cum in front of my mother, brought off by a complete stranger.

 

“Well,” the doctor continued, “I think we’ll start with an injection of Depo-Provera.  It should last about 12 weeks, so I’ll write you a prescription for follow-ups.  Then I’ll have my associate come in and we can take care of the laser treatment.  Mind you, it will require one or two more treatments to be permanent.”

 

“Thank you Doctor.” my mother said.

 

He adjusted the stirrups so my legs were pushed upwards, lifting my butt off the table a little.  He picked up a hypodermic off the counter and then rubbed a spot on my left butt cheek with a sterile pad, then injected me with something.

 

I couldn’t help buy yelp as I felt him push the needle in and push the liquid into my rear.  My tears started freshly.  “What did he just give me?” I wondered.  I didn’t seem to have any say in my life anymore.

 

The doctor wiped the spot again with the sterile pad and then applied a band-aid.  He called in another lady who also wore a white jacket and they brought over some kind of machine. 

 

“Okay young lady, we’re going to apply a laser treatment to your whole body except your head.  This will remove the hair from your body so you won’t have to shave anymore.  Cool, eh?”

 

“Ah…, yeah” I said, not sure what to think about this.

 

My mother twisted my wrists which she still held on to and said, “Show a little more respect and appreciation Stephanie.”

 

“OUCH!” I said, “Yes sir, it’s very cool.  Thank you, sir.  I’m sorry if I showed any disrespect.”

 

He patted my cheek and told me not to worry about it, this time.

 

“We have a very fast Alexandrite laser and it should only take about three hours, so just relax Stephanie.

 

“But we don’t want your poor mother to get tired holding your hands, so we’ll just fasten them to the table with these straps.”

 

Before I knew it, he’d fastened my wrists to the table, stretching them above my head.  I felt so vulnerable, virtually naked, tied down to this table with these strange, perverted people doing who knew what to me.  And my mother was certainly no protection.

 

 

They used the laser thingee and went over every part of my body, except my head.  They even did my crotch and my ass.  Releasing my legs and turning me over, they did the other side of me as well.  It seemed like I lay there forever.

 

As they ran the machine over my body, I felt a tingling sensation, like maybe little pins sticking in me and a kind of warmth where the machine touched me.  When they got around to doing my mound and my pussy lips, it was really uncomfortable but they’d strapped me back in the stirrups by then.

 

It was just after 8:00  in the evening when they finished.  I looked at myself and I was red all over, except my face.  I looked like I had a sunburn, everywhere!

 

I was allowed to dress while my mother went with the doctor to pay the bill, I guess.  As I went out into the lobby, the doctor was giving my mother a bottle of pills and told her to have me back in 11 weeks for another injection and laser treatment.  Surely we wouldn’t be still doing this stuff in three months!  I could not imagine.

 

Mom led me back out to the car, again ushering me into the back seat.  I had so many questions, but was afraid to ask, afraid of what Dave would do if I spoke without permission.  So I just sat there in my misery.  I felt like everyone had betrayed me.  I was becoming some sort of family toy.  It was like I wasn’t a person anymore.  I just didn’t know what to do about all this.

 

When we arrived at home, my mother marched me inside and over to Dave who waited on the couch.  He smiled as I came over and told me to stay standing.  Then he ran his hand all over me, feeling my now completely hairless body (except for my head).

 

“Smoooooth” he said.  “Very nice.  I love the heels too, really makes your legs stand out.  Helps you look more like the slut you are.” 

 

He lifted my skirt and felt my mound and my pussy lips.  He raised my arm, lifted my shirt, and felt my underarms and then reached around to feel my butt, then ran his hands down my legs. 

 

“Thanks Mom.  I’m sure Steph appreciates this as much as I do, don’t you slut?”

 

“Yes Master.” I said, hanging my head.

 

“Well she didn’t really show the doctor all that much appreciation and respect.” Mom said.  “She wouldn’t stay still, she kept squirming around, she protested and tried to get me to stop the doctor from performing his examination, and I had to tell her to say thank you to the doctor.”

 

Dave’s face changed and he looked angry.  Straight away he pulled me down onto his lap, lifted my skirt and tucked it into my waistband.  Then his hand started raining blows down on my butt.  He kept it up for five minutes, me screaming and crying the whole time.  My skin was already sensitive from the laser treatment, not to mention earlier whippings, and it burned like fire as he spanked me.  When he finished, he held me on his lap and I heard a voice from the stairway.

 

“Soooo, what’s going on around here guys?”  It was MIKE!

 

“Oh, Hi Mike.” Mom said, “Our little girl Stephanie has been rather bad I’m afraid.  My wrists just aren’t as strong as they used to be and I asked Dave to give her a little punishment for me.”

 

“Really, a bare butt spanking, eh?” Mike said. “Must have been something pretty bad.”

 

“Yeah, I found out she’s gotten a tattoo and some piercings while I was away for the weekend.  I’ve had it with her attitude and strutting around like a princess who can get her way all the time.  If she wants to act like a slut, we’ll just have to treat her like one.” Mom said.

 

“Whatever.” Mike said.  “I was pretty tired of her shit, too.  Maybe you can knock some sense into her.”  Then he chuckled and said, “Need any help, let me know.” He said with a mischievous smile.  Then he kind of chuckled and said, “But she does have a nice ass.” 

 

Dave finished and pulled my skirt back down over my butt.  Mike lost interest and went away.

 

My WHOLE family?  Everyone was against me.  What had I done to deserve this?  Was I really that bad?  I just continued crying as I lay across Dave’s lap, my butt on fire.

 

He pushed me off his lap onto the floor, telling me to assume my normal position.  I got onto my knees and put my arms behind me, but my head hung low and sobbed from pain and loss.  I felt so totally alone, like I had no one in the world.  I was alone. 

 

“I’m going to bed you two.  It’s a school night so don’t keep her up too late.”

 

“Okay.  Night Mom.” Dave said.  Then he turned his attention back to me.  “Ah baby, don’t take things so hard.” he told me.  “Come up here and sit in my lap.”

 

I got up and did as he told me.  My freshly spanked butt was not comfortable sitting on him, but I tried to get comfortable.  I was still crying but at least my body wasn’t being racked by the sobs.  He drew my hands from behind me and put then around his neck as he hugged me around the waist, pulling me tight.  He held me like he cared… like he loved me.  I put my head on his shoulder and allowed all my feelings to come to the surface and just cried.  He caressed my back and my head, holding me like a brother, giving me comfort. 

 

Dave told me how much he loved me.  He kept stroking me and saying it was okay and he loved me.  He said he had to spank me for my own good… that it was necessary for me to be a good girl and learn how to behave properly. 

 

I complained that Mom and Mike didn’t like me and thought I was stuck up. 

 

He told me that he knew that wasn’t true.  That deep inside me was my true self.  He could see it, even if no one else could.  Dave told me that the person I truly was meant to be was kind and considerate, that I wanted to please other people, that I knew that deep down, other people were not better than I was.  He said that underneath it all I knew I was just a common slut and wasn’t the little princess I tried to come off being.  He told me he had always loved me because he could see the inner me, the slut I had always tried to hide.  All my life, I had tried to act like someone I really wasn’t, like some kind of royal princess that was entitled to be better than others.  The princess was just a cover – a disguise.

 

As he was saying these things, my crying intensified.  Part of my mind tried to rebel and say, “No, it isn’t true, it’s not!” but the rest of my family seemed to think it WAS true.  Did I really act like I was better than everyone else?  And was I really a slut underneath.  God, I felt so low, like a piece of dirt.  It was shameful for a lowlife like me to act like a stuck-up princess. 

 

“But don’t you worry Steph, I’m going to fix all that with you.  I’m gonna help you become who you really are.  I’m going to help you discover the true slut within you.  You are such a pretty sexy girl, Steph.  You were made for sex, to be a slut and used for what you are.  And Steph, that’s such a wonderful thing.  You’ll find out how good it feels to be yourself.  Maybe someday you’ll get a job or something, but rather than the fake ‘Princess’ Stephanie, it will be the real slut Stephanie that does that.  And you will be so much happier.  You’re sad now because you’re not used to being yourself.  You’ll get over that.  It’ll just take some time.” 

 

Dave kept caressing my body, but his hands had moved from just stroking my head and back.  He was also rubbing his hand over my stomach and my thighs. 

 

“Give us a kiss so you’ll feel better.”

 

I was getting used to doing what I was told, even though I really didn’t feel up to it.  I took my head off his shoulder and moved my lips over to his lips and kissed him.  He did the same.  He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my nose, my eyes and he used his tongue to caress my skin in subtle little places as he did it.  He moved his mouth to my ears and licked inside and kind of sucked on the outside.  It tickled, but it also began to distract me from my sadness.  He even licked the tears from my cheeks and eyes.  It sent little tingles all over me.

 

“You are sooo beautiful, my little slut.  I want you with me always.  I love to touch you, especially now… your body is so smooth and silky.  You were made to be touched and caressed, to be held and kissed.”  As he said this, his mouth engulfed my own, his tongue dancing with mine.  His hand moved to the inside of my thigh and up under my skirt toward my crotch.  Almost instinctively, I spread my thighs a little to allow him easier access.  I wasn’t really even thinking about it. 

 

“There you go slut, just react, don’t try to figure things out.  You are a creature of passion, of feelings.  Just let your mind float and enjoy the feelings that come naturally to that hot little body.” 

 

I found myself doing just that.  I stopped crying and gave myself Dave’s permission to feel.  I felt his right on my back, rubbing underneath my top against my bare skin.  I felt his lips as they caressed my own, his tongue as it probed inside my mouth.  I felt his left hand moving inside the lips of my pussy, his thumb against my clit, his middle finger beginning to probe inside my vagina.  I felt his cock hardening beneath my butt.  “mmmmmmmmm”

 

Rapidly, my pussy started getting wet as he began to arouse me.  He pushed his finger in against my hymen and twirled it around inside me.  Then he added his index finger inside me.  It made me feel all full inside.  My mouth sucked his tongue into my mouth hungrily.  I wanted him.  He was the one who cared about me, who loved me.  I held him tight as his hands, his fingers, and his mouth worked their magic on me.  I rubbed my butt against the cock hardening below me.  A part of me wanted closer contact with that powerful tool beneath me.  It was a magnet that drew me.

 

I came hard, held by my brother as his fingers squeezed my clit.  My pussy gushed into his hand.  He kept me going for several minutes, from one orgasm to another.  All the tension of the day washed out of me as my body stiffened and clenched.  I sagged into him as I collapsed against him, panting and exhausted.

 

Dave held me close.  He told me again he loved me.  He loved his little slut.  He stroked my head and gently kissed my cheek.

 

“All better now?” 

 

I just nodded.

 

“Good.” he said.  “Now get back in your normal position slut.”

 

I slowly pulled myself together and got off his lap.  I slipped down to the floor and moved my hands behind my back.  Dave got the leash off the table beside the couch and attached it to my collar after he moved it around so the ring was facing front.  Slipping his zipper down and pulling out his rock-hard cock, he pulled on the leash so my mouth was touching him.

 

“Now be a good cocksucker and do what you do best, slut.”

 

Somehow, this time I didn’t feel insulted when he called me a slut and a cocksucker.  It didn’t really affect me at all.  I placed my lips on the tip of his cock and gave it a kiss.  I put out my tongue, tasting the drop of pre-cum there, and ran it down from the head to the base, making him wet with my saliva.  I ran my tongue, slowly around and around his cock as I worked back up to the head.  I sucked him into my mouth, my tongue continuing to caress his stiffness and feel the veins popping through his skin. 

 

If this is who I was, I suppose I should try to do the best I could.  I was still turned on by what Dave had done to me, so I was using one hand to help stroke him and massage his balls while my other hand went to my own crotch.  Without thinking, I started to masturbate myself.  Dave slapped my arm though and told me that this was not about my pleasure, but his.

 

I concentrated on doing the best job I could.  I tried to make his pleasure the most important thing for the moment.  Dave leaned back on the couch, spread his legs further and told me to put my hands behind me again… to do all the work with my mouth.  This also meant that there was no way I could touch myself.

 

I worked my head up and down on his cock, my tongue slipping around it while it went in and out.  With great effort, I suppressed my gag reflex and took him down in my throat, the hairs of his ball sack pressed against my nose, my throat muscles flexing on him.  As he approached climax, he grabbed my hair and held me in place as his cock grew even larger and hotter as it started pulsing stream after stream of hot sticky goo down my throat and into my mouth.  Just as he was about to finish, he withdrew and shot the last stream onto my cheek where it slowly drooled down toward my chin. 

 

“Ahhhhh” he said contentedly, “There’s nothing sexier than seeing you with cum all on your face slut.”  He took his finger and spread it around a little, then put his finger into my mouth to clean it off.

 

Standing, he used the leash and had me crawl behind him as he led me upstairs.  He led me into the bathroom where he waited beside me as I pissed.  When I finished, he also used the toilet, while I knelt beside him.  I could smell his piss as it fired out of his cock into the toilet bowl.  He told me to strip while I waited for him.  I did, somehow not moving from my knees much.  Stuffing his cock in his trousers, he pulled me like the naked dog I was, into his bedroom. 

 

While I rested in the normal position, he fastened my ankles together and then my arms behind my back.  He picked me up and put me down on the far side of his bed.  He crawled in after me and pulled the covers up, telling me to go to sleep.

 

It was not particularly comfortable.  My arms were behind me forcing me on my stomach most of the night so my arms wouldn’t go numb.  My ankles were fastened together and the leash seemed to be trapped under Dave, limiting how far I could move around.  When he first put me on the bed, I had a momentary fear that he wanted more sex stuff tonight, but he went to sleep almost immediately. 

 

My sleep was troubled by the events of the day.  I had so many questions.  Maybe Dave was right.  Maybe it was easier to just not think, only feel.  But that wasn’t easy, laying here with nothing but my physical discomfort to occupy my mind.  Eventually, I drifted off to an uneasy sleep.