My Sister’s Slave

       I guess I should start by telling you how my Sister enslaved me. It was really my own fault.

       My name is Jake, and ever since I was about twelve years old, I’ve been obsessed with women’s underwear. It didn’t seem to matter whom the underwear belonged too. It could be the hot girl next door Lucy. It could be my Aunt Sally. It could even be my very own Mother. Or, you guessed it, my Sister Sarah.

       It was sick and twisted, I know, but every time I laid eyes on their soft, smooth and delicate knickers, I was unable to stop myself. I would fondle them, rub them against my face, smell their wonderful scent, and even masturbate with them. I was always ashamed of myself afterwards and I’d promise never to do it again. But I would, and I did.

       I was sixteen when my Sister caught me in the act. I didn’t realise it at the time. She only told me about it afterwards - after she set me up. She watched me from the shadows as I caressed her knickers, and then used them to bring myself to orgasm.

       After that, it was only a matter of time. She never told me how long it took, but eventually she decided to blackmail me, and get her revenge.

I thought it was just another day. Our parents were out for the day, and I thought Sarah would be as well, so I went into her room and started looking through her laundry basket. I found a pair I liked (cute and pink, and so soft) and brought them up to my nose to sniff. I could smell her pussy. For some reason this just turned me on more. I quickly undid my jeans and pulled them down along with my underwear. My cock was already hard and ready. I wrapped my Sister’s knickers around my hand and started to jerk.

It didn’t take me long to cum.

I was an expert at this, so I was ready and I caught all my seed in my free hand, making sure none of it got on her panties or on the floor.

Then my Sister opened the door and busted me.

I froze in shock. She stood in the doorway, her face unreadable, just looking at me. I could feel my face turn a bright shade of red. My heart was pounding. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. I was extremely aware of my jeans and underwear wrapped around my ankles, of her soft knickers in one hand, my cum pooled in the other. I couldn’t even pull my pants up.

‘So,’ she said, and smirked at me.

I felt like crying. This couldn’t be happening! I tried to speak, make an excuse, something, but nothing came out.

‘Cat got your tongue little brother?’ She looked pointedly at my crotch, and my exposed, flaccid penis. Actually, I was older than her, but right then, in that situation, I really did feel younger. And of course, she wasn’t talking about our ages, but about the size of my penis. It was about two inches when flaccid, six max when hard.

I should probably describe to you what my Sister looks like. Let’s see, as I said, she’s younger than me, fifteen to be exact. She has long blonde hair, eyes like emeralds, and naturally long eyelashes. She’s short, but very athletic - exactly the opposite of me, really. My friends say she has killer legs, and I can’t argue. They lead up to her perfectly round ass. Her tits are the only part of her I’d say was lacking, but even they’re gorgeous. Yeah, my Sister is beautiful, and the sight of her standing so confidently made her even more so.

She was wearing a simple t-shirt, tight, with the words “Girls Rule, Guys Drool” stretched across her breasts. Tight jeans hugged her ass and revealed just a hint of her knickers underneath. They were red. She had nothing on her feet, revealing her expertly painted toenails, also red.

She watched me like cat playing with a mouse. I thought back to her earlier words and realised it was true. She was a cat. And she had my tongue. I couldn’t say a damn thing and she knew it. I was trapped.

I had no idea how much.

‘That’s okay,’ she said, walking into the room, her hips swaying in that sexy, feminine way, ‘I’ll do all the talking. You just stand there holding my panties in one hand and your spunk in the other, with your boxers around your ankles. Don’t even think of pulling them up. Trust me. You don’t want to make me madder than I already am.’

She didn’t actually seem all that mad, if I’m honest. Truthfully, she seemed to be enjoying herself. Of course, I wasn’t going to question her. She definitely had me between a rock and a hard place, and so much more than I knew at the time.

‘Alright pervert,’ she said, circling me like a shark. I could feel her eyes all over me, my exposed private parts especially, judging me. She stopped in front of me, looking down at my flaccid penis, and then meeting my eyes. I looked away in shame, but, ‘look at me,’ she commanded, and I met her smirking expression. ‘I’ve really got you by the balls don’t I?’ she giggled. ‘Oh, you don’t even know the half of it. Look over there. See that camera?’

Camera?! My heart lurched into my throat. True enough, I saw it, a camera hidden underneath a mound of books on her desk, aimed directly at me. The red light indicated it was recording. Oh no, I thought. My knees quivered and almost gave way, my lip trembled, and tears came to my eyes.

Sarah laughed at me. ‘Oh yes,’ she said triumphantly, ‘I’ve recorded the whole thing. This isn’t the first time I’ve caught you playing with my things either. I’ve got several videos, all like that one there, and they all show you in very compromising situations.’

‘P-p-please,’ I managed to stutter, but she just laughed at me.

‘Puh-puh-puh-puh-thetic!’ she mocked. ‘That’s what you are. Pathetic! Things are going to change around here whack-off. No more demeaning me in front of my friends. No more name-calling. No more big-brother-knows-best. Now it’s my turn. And if you don’t do exactly what I say, at all times, I’ll show these videos to mum, and to all your friends, and I’ll even post them on the internet and plaster the address all over school.’ She jabbed a finger into my chest and I winced. ‘Got it crybaby?’

I was fucked. How could I get out of this? Maybe I could somehow find the videos (though I’m sure she’d hid them), and destroy them, but then, I didn’t even know how many she had. My will crumbled. She’d outsmarted me. I really was fucked.

‘…yes..’ I finally mumbled, head lowering in shame.

‘Prove it loser,’ she said, a wicked glint in her eye, ‘prove that you’ll obey me. See that cum in your hand?’

‘…yes…’ My body trembled. Oh god, what did she have in mind?

She smirked at me. ‘Wipe it off all over your ugly fucking face.’

Wipe…? I sobbed in retched humiliation. I couldn’t, could I? But I had no choice. It was either this, or face worse humiliation, publicly.

Sarah stood there assuredly, hands on her hips, the very picture of power. She knew I was trapped. She knew I had no choice. And she enjoyed watching me realise this.

I reached up, looked at the cooling puddle of creamy semen in the palm of my hand, and then smeared it straight down the center of my face, over my forehead, down my nose, and (I couldn’t bear to rub it on my lips) then veering off to the side. As I completed the degrading task, my face twisted with distaste. I could smell it and feel it all over my face. God, it was horrible.

Sarah giggled again, hiding it behind a demure hand, but her eyes sparkled with wicked amusement. ‘Now face the camera and smile,’ she said through her giggles.

Knees trembling, I turned in s shuffle to face the camera, exposing not just my cum-smeared face, but also my tiny cock and balls, and forced a smile onto my face. It was more of a grimace, but Sarah seemed satisfied.

‘Now get out of my sight retard,’ she said, ‘but don’t you dare wipe off your face. I’ll let you clean up before mum gets home, but not one second before. And take those panties too. I don’t want to wear them now. Eww! Freak!’

I quickly tried to run from the room, but I forgot I had my pants around my ankles, and ended up tripping flat on my face. Sarah burst out laughing as I scrambled to pull them up and retreat from her room.

I’d never felt so mortified in my entire life. What else could my evil little sister have in store for me? 

           

My Sister’s Slave

Part Two

       True to her word, my Sister allowed me to clean my face before mum came home. However, before that, she also took the time to humiliate me further, and lay down a few new house rules.

       After hobbling back to my room, I shut my door and sat on my bed. My mind was in a daze, one half trying to think of a way out of the predicament I’d gotten myself into, the other half resigned to my fate, and worrying over what my Sister would do to me next.

       As I sat and worried, my cum dried slowly on my face. I didn’t even consider disobeying and cleaning it off without her. That’s how under her thumb I already was. I tried to take my mind off things and play some video games, but I couldn’t focus, and finally I gave it up and went back to sitting silently on my bed, just waiting.

       Waiting for my Sister to return and tell me what would happen next.

       My stomach was in knots of terrified dread. I felt sick. I cried to myself and prayed it was all a nightmare, but I knew it wasn’t.

       Then my Sister walked into my room, not even bothering to knock, and she had her video camera in hand, ready to immortalise my further degradation, and bind my fate even tighter to her wickedness.

       She noticed my tear streaked face and actually smiled. She didn’t care that what she was doing to me was causing me so much distress. I suppose a part of me did deserve it, but surely I didn’t deserve to have my life ruined so completely. I knew that’s what she intended. She was going to make life hell for me.

       ‘Goood boy,’ she cooed, like I was a little puppy. She aimed the camera at me and I once again noticed it was recording. I glanced down in shame. ‘Your cum looks so good dried on your perverted face like that. Don’t you think so?’

       I shook my head, tears falling anew.

       ‘Aww,’ my sister openly mocked me in a babyish voice, ‘is the wittle baby cwying? Am I being mean to you, huh?’ Her voice turned stern. ‘Tough shit jackass. Get used to it. You still got those knickers? You know, the ones you jerked off with earlier, you stupid little freak.’

       I nodded again. I couldn’t speak.

       ‘Good,’ she said, ‘now stand up here in front of me. Come on. Hurry up!’

       I did as I was told, standing before her, my eyes cast down. I could feel her eyes on me, but I didn’t dare meet them. I just couldn’t bear to see her gloating.

       ‘Strip!’ She snapped her fingers commandingly. I hesitated. Sarah stepped up to me and hissed in my face. ‘If you don’t strip off every single bit of clothing you have on right now I’m going to absolutely fuck you up. You have no idea. You think I’m being mean now? Don’t push me.’

       I was shaking in fear now, my tears dripping off my chin. She stepped back.

       ‘You have to the count of ten,’ she said, and immediately started counting. ‘One. Two. Three.’

       I fumbled at my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them off as quickly as I could, so fast I almost fell over.

       ‘Four. Five.’

       I whipped off my top.

       ‘Six.’ She started to slow down her count, watching me with an amusingly evil expression.

       My socks came off next - first one and then the other.

       ‘Seven. Eight.’

       I paused now that all I wore were my boxers. I knew she’d seen me exposed earlier in the day, but this felt so much worse.

       ‘Niiiine,’ she sang.

       I grabbed them and yanked them down as fast as I could. I stepped out and tossed them aside to join the rest of my discarded clothing, and then stood with my hands cupping my groin, face aflame of colour.

       ‘Hands on your head, legs spread,’ she said commandingly, lips twitching in anticipation.

       I did as commanded and once again looked down in disgrace as I exposed myself to her.

          ‘Look at me!’

       I looked up and she immediately exploded into a fit of giggles, pointing one of her beautifully manicured fingers at me. 

       ‘Do you realise how stupid you look?’ she asked, running the camera up and down my body, captured my nudity in its entirety. ‘Here you are. Standing in front of your little sister. Stark fuckin’ naked. Your stupid useless little cock and balls dangling pathetically between your spread legs. Your hands on your head like a naughty schoolboy. I mean – come on!’ She laughed again.

           I simply stood there shaking in humiliation. I wished there was something I could do to escape this, but there wasn’t. At least nothing I could think of at the time

       ‘And you know what?’

       ‘….w-what?’ I managed to stammer out.

       She grinned. ‘I’m just going to make it worse. Get those knickers you used to masturbate with.’

       I had a feeling I knew were this was going. I really hoped I was wrong as I reached trembling hands to recover the panties I’d stashed under my bed. In case you forgot, they were cute and light pink, with girly red hearts on them.

       ‘You know,’ Sarah said lightly, leaning against the doorframe of my room, ‘it’s lucky you picked those to perform your disgusting little wank-off routine. Oh, not lucky for you. Lucky for me. See, I don’t wear such baby girlish underwear anymore.’ She pulled the strap of a sexy red thong out of her jeans. ‘I wear real grown up women’s lingerie now. Stuff like that,’ she waved a hand at the girly knickers, ‘are for little girls. But now instead of letting them go to waste, unused, in my drawers, I’ve decided to give them to you. Seeing as you like them so much. Put them on.’

       I swallowed, a lump in my throat, but knew I had no choice. I stepped reluctantly into the pretty girly panties and drew them up my legs. They fit tight (really tight!). I had to really pull them up to get them on, and the result was that I ended up practically giving myself a wedgie.

       My sister giggled at me again. ‘They suit you,’ she teased, ‘and look, a perfect fit!’

       They were far from perfect. As the day went on, I would learn that eventually my balls would fall out one side, no matter how many times I corrected them, and that if I ever got an erection, the tip of my penis (thought not large) would stick out of the top. My Sister, of course, didn’t care. She just enjoyed seeing me humiliated.

       And yes, she was still recording; adding more material to blackmail me into total, complete slavery.

       ‘Turn around. Let me have a good look at you.’ 

       I did as instructed, turning slowly, lower lip wobbling pathetically. Sarah made me rotate several times, recording every angle, and teasing me with her endless giggles and mockery.

       ‘So cute! Those pretty little hearts are adorable, aren’t they sissy? You like them, huh loser?’ And so on.

       ‘Now,’ she said, her voice serious again, ‘let’s talk about how you’re going to start serving me. First, you keep those knickers on until I say you can remove them. And yeah, you’re going to be sleeping in them tonight, and only them! Do I make myself clear?’

       ‘…yes…’

       ‘Speak up idiot.’

       ‘Y-yes,’ I repeated, louder, unable to keep from stammering.

       ‘That brings me to my second point. You must speak to me with respect at all times. You worship me. I am your fuckin’ Goddess. I expect you to show me respect in every damn way possible. You do as I command at all times – I think you’re already getting the hang of that, and you know what’ll happen if you disobey me. You must… how should I put this… pamper me with words and praise at all times. Understand?’

       I didn’t. ‘Please… I don’t…’

       ‘Tsk,’ she scoffed, ‘you’re so stupid. Here. I’ll give you an example. If I command you to do something, or ask you a question, you will reply, and then add something worshipful of me on the end. Example. I command. You reply. “Yes oh beautiful superior, Princess of Princesses.” Now do you understand?’

       ‘I… I think so,’ I said, unsure.

       She rolled her eyes. ‘Clearly you don’t.’ She grabbed me by my hair. ‘Speak. To. Me. With. Respect! Did you just do that?’

       I lowered my eyes, snivelling. ‘No… Princess… erm… of Princesses.’

       She sneered at me and released me with a shove. ‘I can see this is going to be tricky for you. Okay. If you fail to please me, you will just be punished. So, slap yourself in the balls. Now!’

       I did it without thinking, grunting slightly.

       ‘What the hell was that? Do it hard fucktard!’

       I tried again, hitting myself as hard as I dared, grunting again with the impact.

       Sarah sighed with irritation. ‘Hard!’ And she smacked me, open palm, right between the legs, her hand blurring with the force of the blow.

       ‘Ooh-oh-oh,’ I cried out, falling to my knees, hands clutching between my legs. It hurt so much. My stomach heaved in agony, like someone had poured acid into my belly. ‘Uh. Uh. Ooh. Ow.’ I continued to moan and whimper.

       ‘Oh! Ow! Uh!’ My Sister mocked, imitating my weak voice. ‘Get up weakling.’

       I struggled to stand.

       ‘Apologise for being so inept you don’t even know how to hit yourself in the balls correctly.’

       ‘I-I… I’m sorry… erm… Princess of Princess. Er.’

       ‘Jeez,’ Sarah said, shaking her in exasperation, ‘I’m not impressed wanker. Don’t just repeat what I told you. I expect you to use your imagination. I suggest you work on that. If you continue to displease me, you will be punished. You think that little slap to the balls hurt?’ She chuckled menacingly.

       I felt terrible and every second, things just seemed to get worse. When would she get bored and leave me alone? Would she ever? I sobbed, broken.

       ‘Poor little brother.’ Her faux sympathy was somehow worse than her cruel amusement and devilish wickedness. ‘Get on your knees.’ She pointed to the floor in front of her. I lowered myself into the demeaning position and she smirked down at me. ‘Last rule for the time being. You will not, ever, touch your pathetic little dick without my permission. That means no wanking and certainly no cumming. Now,’ her grin widened, ‘I know that might be hard for a lonely virgin like you, but if you disobey me - and I’ll know, trust me - you know what will happen. All those mean old videos I have of you will go very, very public. You don’t want that, do you retard?’

       ‘No, Goddess…’ I just couldn’t think of anything. I knew what she wanted now, but every time, my mind went blank, and all I could think of were the examples she had given me.

       ‘You really need to work on that,’ she said, offhand. ‘But for now, I’ll let it slide. Don’t say I’m not a kind Mistress.’

       ‘Uh, thank you… Mistress…’

       ‘Shut up fool,’ she said, ‘and put that tongue of yours to good use. Worship my feet.’ She extended her bare right foot out to me, painted toes wiggling. I swallowed, and then lowered my head down to place a soft kiss on the top of her foot. It was extremely humiliating. I was kneeling in my own bedroom wearing an embarrassingly girly pair of panties, kissing the feet of my little Sister. How had I fallen so low so quickly?

       Sarah hummed. ‘Goood boy,’ she said, in that same patronizing tone as before, ‘that’s it, kiss my feet. Don’t forget to suck on my toes and clean all that nasty toe jam out with your tongue. After all, I let them get nice and dirty, just for you.’

       More evidence that she had been planning this little day for a while. I took her big toe between my lips and sucked. Ugh. Her feet tasted awful. They were sweaty and smelly and grimy. She really hadn’t washed them in a while.

       ‘Toe jam!’ she reminded me with a smile and a giggle. It seemed she was back to enjoying herself again - at my expense, of course.

       I didn’t know which I preferred. When she was mean and punishing me with psychical pain, or when she was amusing herself by degrading me.

       Nevertheless, I didn’t want to incur her wrath, so I stuck out my tongue and licked between her toes.

       ‘Eeugh!’ I gagged. It was foul.

       ‘What’s wrong?’ Sarah said, getting my attention. ‘Don’t you like my toe jam?’ The look on her face let me know exactly how she wanted me to answer.

       ‘Uh… of course I do Princess, and, uh, my Goddess and Mistress.’

       ‘Now you’re just stringing them together,’ she said, warningly, ‘and that is not being creative!’

       ‘S-sorry Princess.’

       ‘Never mind,’ she said, wiggling her toes and smiling again, ‘well, if you like my toe jam so much, what are you waiting for? There’s plenty more waiting for you and I’ll let you clean up every, single, bit.’

       ‘… thank you… Mistress.’

       I obediently stuck out my tongue and licked between the next set of toes. God, it was repulsive. But I kept going, knowing what would happen if I stopped, worshipping each toe and licking out the gathered dirt between each of them as I went along.

       ‘Don’t forget my other foot!’ Sarah sang cheerfully, giggling.

       Even as I performed the degrading task of cleaning my Sister’s dirty feet with my mouth and tongue, I had to admit she had beautiful feet. The way they arched so perfectly, her dainty little toes, and the perfect, immaculate way she painted them. If I hadn’t been so repulsed by the odour of sweat and the taste of muck in my mouth, I might have gotten an erection.

       As it was, I barely managed to finish the task without gagging again. Sarah inspected them once I was done. ‘Hmm, I suppose they’ll do.’ She checked her watch. ‘Aww, looks like mum will be back soon. I guess we better get that ugly face of yours cleaned up.’ She sighed. ‘Come on then.’ She beckoned me to follow, so I stood up, but that immediately drew her attention. She turned to face me angrily. ‘What do you think you’re doing? Did I say you could stand?’

       ‘Uh…’

       ‘On your fuckin’ knees! You crawl when we’re alone and you’re in my Superior presence.’

       ‘Yes my Princess.’ I got back down on my knees, eyes lowered submissively. It seemed I kept making mistakes. I hoped she wouldn’t tire of my lack of wits and just decide to out me.

       She motioned for me to follow again, and this time I knew what to do, and crawled after her like a dog. From this angle, I had a perfect view of her bubble butt, encased in tight blue jeans, the red strap of her thong still showing. Her ass moved so intoxicatingly, I couldn’t help but stare as I followed her down the corridor to the bathroom.

Oh God, I thought, as I realised I was getting an erection. My hardening cock-tip pushed against the waistband of the little pink panties I still wore. I willed it to go down as we finally entered the bathroom, but it wouldn’t.

Oh God, I thought again, what will she say when she notices?

‘You may wash your face now,’ she said.

I hesitated. Was I allowed to stand?

‘Problem?’ Her tone was sweet. Too sweet. She knew what I was thinking, and it pleased her. That never bode well for me.

‘I… uh… Princess… am I allowed to stand?’

‘Stand?’ she giggled. ‘Why would you… oh, silly me… did I not mention? You don’t need to stand. I said I’d let you wash your face, but I never said you’d wash it in the sink.’ She pointed to the toilet. ‘Wash your face in there!’ She burst out laughing. Hell, she practically cackled like a witch.

I ducked my head and crawled meekly over to the toilet. I really hope the last person who used it flushed, I remember thinking. Somehow I doubt she would have let me. Thankfully, the toilet was relatively clean, for a toilet. I went to cup a handful of water, but Sarah made a noise to get my attention.

‘Ah-ah.’ She wagged a finger. ‘No hands.’

‘Uh… how am I…’

‘Ever had a swirlie at school? I bet you have. A spineless geek like you would be a prime target huh? No? Well, there’s a first time for everything.’ She walked over to me like a predator, hips swinging side to side. My erection had been subsiding, faced with the humiliating prospect of cleaning my face in a toilet, but the sight of her walking so sexy in her jeans, it brought it right back. She still didn’t seem to have noticed, so at least that was a mercy. ‘Put your head in the bowl loser,’ she instructed, standing next to me with her hand on the flusher. I did, closing my eyes. My seemingly endless stream of tears dripped into the water. ‘Let’s see how many flushes it takes to clean your face,’ she said, and then flushed.

Water gushed, flowing up my nose and swirling around my head. I tried to pull away instinctively, but Sarah was ready for it and roughly forced my face further into the toilet. When the water finally subsided, I gasped, and she pulled my head up by the hair and examined my face.

‘Nope,’ she said with a smirk, ‘you still have cum-face. Let’s just wait a while for the water to build back up. I think this may take some time.’ The prospect of giving me multiple swirlies seemed to amuse her.

Toilet water dripped from my hair and from the end of my nose.

‘How many swirlies to do you think it’ll take to clean your face? If you guess correctly I might just let you go.’

‘Uh…’ Was she serious?

‘No guess, alright, fair enough.’

‘Wait!’ In my panic my voice came out with a squeak.

‘Oh, you do have a guess mighty mouse?’ Her eyes shone with mirth as she toyed with me.

‘Uh…’ The trouble was, I really couldn’t tell how good a job the toilet had already done of cleaning my face. How was I supposed to make any kind of educated guess? I couldn’t, and my Sister knew it. I just had to take a blind guess. ‘Three.’ The thought of two more swirlies was horrible, but it seemed the safest bet. I didn’t want to miss an opportunity because I was afraid of a little more humiliation.

‘Hmm. I guess we’ll see.’ I couldn’t read her face.

The second swirlie was even worse than the first. My Sister caught me by surprise when she suddenly pushed my face back into the bowl and pulled the flusher. Water rushed into my mouth this time, as well as up my nostrils. I coughed and spat out water when she pulled me out again, giggling evilly.

She examined my face again and shook her head. ‘Think you guessed correctly?’

‘I… don’t know, Princess.’

We waited for the toilet to fill back up again, and then she gave me the third swirlie. My heart was beating in my chest as I waited hopefully for her ruling. She looked at my face long and hard, drawing out my anticipation, and then an evil grin cracked her features.

‘Aww, too bad,’ she mocked in that cooing voice of hers.

I hung my head in defeat and sobbed.

‘I think we’ll be here all day if we continue this,’ she said, and I realised I hadn’t even been close. She’d just been fucking with me. ‘And as much fun as it is flushing your dumb ass head in the toilet, mum will be home soon. Grab some tissue paper, clean up, and then go get dressed. But remember,’ she said as she stood up, looking down on me, ‘keep those sissy knickers on! No boxers either.’

Then she left me kneeling before the toilet, my face dripping wet, a defeated shell of a man.

                

        

        

        

 

         

       

My Sister’s Slave

Part Three

Mum came home not long after my second round of tormenting. By that time I’d managed to clean up and get dressed again, though, as per my Sister’s orders, I still wore the ultra girly pair of knickers instead of my traditional boxer shorts.

I was all too aware of them as Mum called me down for dinner. I felt like she could see them, even through my blue jeans. God, I’ve never been so scared in my whole life as when I entered the dinning room to see my Mum and Sister setting the table.

I’ll be honest. My Mum is a milf. Or, rather, a mulf – a Mum you’d like to fuck. It’s clear where my Sister got her good looks. Mum is tall with really long fit legs; legs kept in perfect condition by the morning runs she and my Sister take. Mum’s hair is blonde like Sarah’s, but she keeps it shorter, around neck length, and they have the same deep green eyes. Despite a few faint wrinkles, Mum looks pretty good, considering she is advancing into her forties.  

I entered the dinning room timidly, but Mum didn’t even bat an eye at me. She left my Sister and I alone to finish setting the table and went into the kitchen to bring out the food. Sarah immediately sat down and looked at me pointedly – she expected me to finish on my own. I did so, feeling her mocking eyes watching me.

I finished just as Mum was bringing in the food. Mum sat at the head of the table and my Sister and I sat across from each other. Our usual routine went as follows, Mum helped herself first, and then it was my turn, and finally Sarah, the youngest. But this time, after Mum was done filling her plate (with lasagne and chips), Sarah met my eyes and then reached out to go next. I didn’t object. She took a generous portion of both lasagne and chips, leaving me next to nothing.

Mum noticed and said, ‘Honey, that’s not fair on your brother. Don’t be so greedy.’

Sarah just looked at me.

‘It’s okay Mum,’ I said, my voice coming out sounding weak, ‘I’m not . . . that hungry.’

‘Aren’t you feeling well?’

‘I’m fine,’ I replied, scooping what was left onto my plate. It was a pitiful amount, but I couldn’t exactly complain. My Sister well and truly owned my ass. ‘Just not that hungry.’ Actually I was starving.

‘If you say so,’ Mum said, and left it at that.

We finished the meal mostly in silence. Mum asked Sarah a few things, but I couldn’t really concentrate on what they said. Sarah looked at me every now and then, smirking, enjoying my obvious misery.

I finished first, mostly because I didn’t really have a lot on my plate. Sarah was next, although she left a good third of hers. I wanted so badly to reach out and take it, but I knew what would happen if I did. Sarah caught me staring at her plate and gave a contented little stretch.

‘Ooh, I’m stuffed,’ she said, ‘guess I’ll just have to give the rest of this to Byson. Don’t want it to go to waste, after all.’ Byson was our dog.

‘Hmm,’ Mum replied distractedly, obviously off in her own world.

I nearly sobbed when after dinner, Mum went to prepare dessert, taking the plates away, and leaving me alone with my Sister.

‘Please,’ I whispered, ‘I’m so hungry.’

‘Aww!’ My Sister proceeded to rub under her eyes and pull her face in the universal sign of a crybaby. ‘Too bad. But, you know, I’m actually pretty fuckin’ thirsty. Go get me a glass of coke.’

I tried hard not to cry, just about succeeding. ‘Yes my glorious Princess.’

Sarah smiled. ‘Better.’ I’d been practising and researching on the Internet.

  

I went into the kitchen just in time to see Mum scoop all of Sarah’s leftovers into Byson’s doggy dish. I turned away and focused on my task, trying not to think of Byson – our damn dog – eating all of what should have been my dinner. I grabbed a bottle of coke out the fridge and two glasses, filled them up, and then put the bottle back in the fridge.

‘What’s going on with you and Sarah today?’ Mum asked out of the blue, eyeing the two glasses of coke.

‘What?’

‘You’re being awfully civil,’ Mum pointed out.

I shrugged (couldn’t think of a way to explain it save the truth, and that wasn’t an option) and then went to deliver my Sister her drink. She scowled when she saw I was holding a glass as well.

‘Did I say you could get one for yourself?’

‘Uh. . .’

‘No, I don’t think I did,’ she said, crossly.

‘I . . . I’m sorry Ma’am. I didn’t think . . .’

‘No you certainly did not,’ she said. She looked at me for a moment and my pulse pounded in terrified anticipation. I knew I was going to pay for this, but how? ‘Give me that glass.’ I handed her my coke. ‘You really thirsty?’ I saw that wicked twinkle in her eye and knew this wasn’t going anywhere good for me, but I really was thirsty.

‘Yes oh Supreme Goddess of Sister’s,’ I said, really laying on the flattery, hoping it might make her more lenient with me, ‘please, I am so thirsty.’

‘My, you have learnt fast. Keep it up.’ She paused, making me wait. ‘Okay. I will allow you to drink this coke.’ My heart lifted. ‘But,’ and here it sank again, ‘I think I better . . . give it a little extra . . . Goddess flavour.’ Then she hocked up a huge glob of phlegm and slowly let it drip into my glass.

I watched, unable to do anything as the disgusting mixture of spit and snot dribbled into my drink. Finished, my Sister handed it back to me with a grin, just as Mum re-entered the room carrying dessert: three warm chocolate fudge cakes with ice cream.

Sarah sipped at her coke as I stared into mine. ‘What’s wrong Jake?’  Her voice taunted me. ‘I thought you were thirsty?’

Mum watched, oblivious to everything.

I swallowed, my adams apple bobbing, and then proceeded to gulp down my loogey-flavoured beverage. Sarah’s smile widened as I drank down the entire contents of the glass in one go.

‘Wow, he really was thirsty,’ Mum commented, and Sarah laughed.

‘No kidding,’ she said to Mum, and this time they shared a laugh. I flushed. While Mum was ignorant of my true humiliation, hearing them both laughing at me, I felt incredibly out numbered.

After dessert, Mum went into the front room to watch her soaps, and Sarah and I were expected to do the washing up. My Sister followed me into the kitchen, but I knew she had no intention of helping me. True enough, without saying a word, she just leaned against the fridge and looked at me smugly.

I went to start on the dishes, trying not to look at her, but she spoke to get my attention.

‘Wait a second little brother.’ She waltzed over to the door leading into the dinning room and took down Mum’s apron, which hung from a hook on the back of the door. My heart sank. It was a very feminine floral apron with pink ruffles around the edges. She handed it to me with a smirk and said, ‘put it on.’

  

‘B-but . . . ’ But what if Mum came in and saw me wearing it, was what I wanted to say, however, the words seemed to have failed me.

‘Are you questioning me?’ Sarah said sharply, a glare narrowing her eyes.

I gulped. ‘No my most Magnificent Queen.’

Sarah’s mood suddenly shifted again, and she giggled. ‘Then do as you’re told slave.’

‘Yes Mistress.’ I slipped the apron over my head and tied the pink ties at my back. My Sister gave me a once over, nodding with cruel satisfaction, and then motioned for me to resume doing the dishes.

I did. Sarah came over to lean against the counter right beside me. The way she positioned herself, elbows on the counter, head titled slightly back, chest thrust out, drew particular attention to her budding breasts. I didn’t know if she was teasing and taunting me on purpose. I couldn’t tell if she knew the affect she had on me. I just tried hard not to look at her, because if I did, I knew my eyes would betray me and stray to her tits.

‘Did you enjoy the special drink I gave you?’

I kept my eyes on the plate I was cleaning and answered how I knew she would wish. ‘Yes Princess, it was delicious and very refreshing.’

She laughed. I felt my cheeks react, burning in embarrassment. ‘Maybe I should flavour all of your drinks that way then…?’

I felt like crying again. ‘Please . . .  no . . .’

She narrowed her eyes again, but her smile remained in place. ‘No? I thought you just said you liked it? That is what you said, isn’t it?’

‘Y-yes . . . ’

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes oh Glorious One.’

‘Then it’s settled,’ Sarah said haughtily. ‘From now on, if you want a drink, you must come to me and ask permission, and if I’m in a good mood, I’ll add a little special flavour just for you.’ A giggle. ‘Aren’t I just the nicest Mistress?’

‘Yes Mistress,’ I was forced to reply.

I was just starting to dry up when things got even worse. Mum came into the kitchen. I turned in surprise, nearly dropping the plate I was holding. She stood in the doorway, looking at me with a baffled expression on her face. I glanced at Sarah, but she didn’t seem at all put out by this turn of events. In fact, her smile seemed wider, as if she was pleased that Mum had walked in on us.

Mum seemed to get over her surprise. She raised a hand to her mouth, but not out of shock, like she wanted me to believe. It was to cover a smile of her own. She got herself together and pulled out her stern face.

‘Alright,’ she said, hands on hips, ‘just what is going on here? You two have been acting strange ever since I got back. Jacob, why are you wearing my apron? Sarah, why aren’t you helping your brother do the dishes? Someone better starting talking soon . . . ’

Sarah spoke first. ‘I can explain Mum.’ She let me hang, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. My heart wrenched in my chest. Oh God, no, please don’t explain! ‘See, Jake here lost a bet to me this morning.’ I almost gasped in relief. It was short lived, though.

‘A bet?’ Mum suddenly seemed interested. Her stern face dissolved.

‘Yup,’ Sarah replied, popping the “p”. ‘We were arguing about who was the faster runner between us. He said he could easily beat me in a race, so I said we should make a bet on it. He agreed and said that if I lost, I’d have to be his slave for a week. So I said that if he lost, he’d have to be mine for the week. He lost. I won. Now he’s my slave.’

Mum shook her head at me. ‘Oh, dear, you should have known better. What made you think you could outrun your sister?’

I didn’t think I could outrun her. There was no way I’d make that bet. But I couldn’t say that, though. Sarah had obviously thought this through. She wanted to embarrass me in front of Mum, and this was the only way she could do it and still keep her promise to me. I had to admire her cunning.

‘I don’t know,’ I replied, looking at my feet, ‘I just . . . thought I could.’

Mum laughed. ‘Well, I guess it serves you right. Next time you make a bet with your sister, don’t let your stupid male ego get in the way.’ Mum was a feminist, so I knew I’d get no mercy from her. She hated men that thought they were better than women just because of their gender.

‘Yes Mum,’ I replied submissively.

‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ Mum pointed to the dishes. ‘Get back to work.’ She turned to my Sister. ‘You don’t have to hide out in here now. Come sit and watch TV with me.’

‘Sure,’ Sarah said, stepping away from the counter. ‘But, before we do, is there anything else you’d like Jakey here to do while we relax?’

Mum paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. ‘I was going to do the laundry after.’

‘Nonsense,’ Sarah said, smiling and turning to face me. ‘After you’re done washing and drying, you’re going to do all the laundry, understand slave?’

Mum watched me with a faint smile. She was enjoying my subjugation at the hands of my Sister. 

‘Yes . . . ‘ I didn’t know if I was supposed to call her Mistress or what.

‘Yes what?’

‘Uh.’ I guess I was. ‘Yes, Mistress.’ I blushed furiously as Mum chuckled.

‘Gooood boy,’ Sarah used her puppy voice on me.       

‘Alright,’ Mum said, ‘let’s go.’

‘I’ll be in a minute,’ Sarah replied.

Mum nodded and went to leave. She stopped in the doorway, turning to give me a teasing look. ‘That apron looks just darling on you sweetie.’ I heard her laughing all the way back into the living room.

My Sister laughed at me as well as I glowed bright red, feeling more out numbered than I had before. Suddenly, she got in my face, trapping me against the counter, hands on either side of me.

‘Now listen up pervert,’ she whispered harshly, ‘when you’re doing our laundry, I know it’s going to be hard for you, but do not even think about fondling our knickers. Do not sniff them. Do not do anything with them except wash them. I’ll be checking on you to make sure you behave. Do I make myself clear?’

‘Yes Princess.’

‘Tsk-tsk,’ she tutted, ‘I’ll let you get away with it every now and then, but don’t forget; I want you to worship me in every way possible. Worship my being. Caress me with words. Treat me with loving respect. Or else.’

‘Yes my Divine Goddess.’

‘Better.’

I saw her arm move, her smile grow, and a moment later I felt slimy, disgusting, soapy water poured over my head. I shivered and shut my eyes, my face contorting in disgust, water dripping down the back of my top. Sarah laughed at me again. She’d taken a handful of water from out of the sink, water that was congealed with left over food and grease, and then dumped it over my head. She wiped her hand on the apron a few times and then stepped back.

‘Enjoy doing the laundry,’ she said, ‘and remember, no fondling our lingerie. Come see us when you’re done. We’ll be the Divas chillin’ on the couch watching TV.’

I slumped against the counter once she’d left. I’d like to say I was a man. That I stood up and vowed to find a way out of this mess I’d gotten myself into. But I didn’t. Instead I cried to myself like a baby for about five minutes. My life was rapidly going down the crapper and I couldn’t seem to do anything to stop it.

Finally, I was able to realise that if I didn’t get a move on with my chores, my Sister would punish me, and I didn’t want to know how she would punish me. I felt sure it would not be pleasant.

I finished the dishes first and then went to get started on the laundry. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to remove the apron, and so I left it on. Better to be safe than sorry. Doing the laundry was pure torture. As I handled my Mum and Sister’s frillies, I was overcome with my usual urges. I longed to bury my nose in them, smell their heavenly scents, and finally bring myself to an earth shattering orgasm with their knickers wrapped in my hand.

But I didn’t.

My Sister’s warning rang in my head and I feared that fate would kick my ass if I tried anything. I just knew the moment I did, Sarah would catch me on one of her promised checks. However, much to my chagrin, the promised checks didn’t occur. As far as I was aware, my Sister remained in the living room watching TV with Mum. She didn’t check on me once.

And so, frustrated and humiliated, I entered the living room after finishing my chores and waited for my Sister to acknowledge me. Mum looked at me with a mocking expression, but didn’t say anything. Sarah continued to ignore me until her program was finished. I stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do, still wearing that stupid girly apron, shuffling my feet and enduring Mum’s occasional teasing smiles.

As the program went to adverts, my Sister finally recognised me, and said, ‘Chores all done slave?’

‘Yes Ma’am.’

‘Good,’ Sarah said. I didn’t like the look she got on her face as she shared a glance with Mum. ‘Okay slave, you may take off the apron.’

‘Thank you Princess.’ Though I was grateful I could remove the embarrassing apron, I was nervous about what my next task would be.

Sarah waited for me to do as instructed, and then dropped the bomb. ‘And now your pants.’

WHAT? I looked at her in mortified shock. She couldn’t be serious. I was still wearing those ultra girlish panties and she wanted me to take off my pants and expose myself in front of Mum.

‘Now!’ Sarah demanded. She shared another look with Mum, and they grinned at each other. It was in that moment that I realised it was over. Any shred of dignity I had left was about to be stripped from me. It was clear that Mum and my Sister had been talking about me while I did the laundry, and Sarah had told her about how she had me wearing her knickers. Mum looked all too eager to see me take off my pants.

But the question was, what had Sarah told her? Had she told Mum all of the truth? Somehow I didn’t think so. Mum would not be acting this nice (and yes, this was actually nice, because my Mum could be a real bitch if she felt I had wronged her or disrespected a woman) if she knew the truth.

So really, once again I was left with no choice, and I was forced to unbutton my pants and pull them down. I stepped out of them, but hesitated to straighten up, because that would reveal my pantied state.

‘Stand up straight, hands on your head,’ my Sister said, her voice ringing with delight as she furthered my disgrace.

As soon as Mum saw the cute pink panties, she cracked up laughing, falling back into the sofa and giggling like crazy. I stood with my hands on my head; face a bright red mask, enduring her derisive laughter.

Sarah smirked at me cruelly as she stood up and moved to stand beside me. ‘No need to hide anymore. Mum and I had a real good chat while you did our laundry. Mum agrees you deserve to be humiliated for even thinking you could ever beat a woman in a race. So I told her how I had you wearing an old pair of my knickers. She really loved that. As you can see.’ Mum was still chuckling, a pure look of mirth on her face as she looked at me. ‘After that, we decided on a few new house rules. For your week of slavery to us, you will no longer wear boys clothing indoors. We will dress you however we see fit. You will be responsible for all chores. If you fail in this regard, you will be punished.’ She leaned in and whispered in my ear. ‘Mum really wants to spank you.’ She giggled. ‘You will obey us both without question. Any hesitation will be punished. You will address us with respect at all times. You know how to do that, don’t you. Again, if you fail, you will be punished. Are we clear?’

‘Yes oh Magnificent Queen of the World.’ Could my life get any worse? It was bad enough being humiliated by my Sister, but now my Mum was in on it too?

Mum cracked up at that. ‘You really have trained him well.’

   

Sarah stood proudly, hands on her hips. ‘Of course. He is just a puny, weak willed male, after all. He was no match for my Feminine Mastery.’ She looked me up and down. ‘Take off that top.’ I removed it obediently, and then stood with my hands on my head again. Now all I had on was the mortifying pair of panties. I was completely exposed before their mocking eyes. ‘Now dance for us slave.’ Sarah stepped back to give me room with an evil little twinkle in her eye. ‘Entertain us!’

Mum grinned from ear to ear. ‘Shake that pantied booty!’

I flushed, but did as I was told. I knew that any hesitation would only lead to punishment. And so I complied, shaking my hips, dancing in nothing but a pair of girly knickers. Mum and my Sister burst out into a prolonged bout of giggling as I continued to dance for them. I wasn’t a good dancer. My efforts were pitiful, but I think that only added to their amusement.

‘Come on,’ Mum encouraged between giggles, ‘turn around and wiggle that little butt!’

‘What the hell do you call that?’ Sarah shrieked with hilarity. ‘I think it should be called the loser shuffle, what do you think mum?’

‘Definitely!’

‘Thrust your hips!’

More giggling.

‘Now do the chicken dance!’

‘And cluck like a chicken while you do it,’ Mum added.

Would my torment never end? I was being reduced to nothing but a plaything for their cruel entertainment. I was being forced to flap my arms and cluck like a chicken. I had no pride left. I felt nothing but shame and they delighted in it.

‘Okay, that’s enough.’ Sarah finally called a stop to my “dancing”. ‘I don’t think I can watch anymore. It’s just too pathetic.’

Mum laughed. ‘Aww.’ She looked at me. ‘Look at him blush. Are we embarrassing you big man?’ Her sarcasm was obvious to all of us.

I didn’t know what to say to that. My mouth failed to work properly, and I only succeeded in flapping my mouth like a fish out of water. That brought on another round of giggles.

‘Come and kneel here,’ my Sister commanded, pointing to a spot between them. ‘We’re going to watch the rest of our program and you’re not going to move or make a sound. Understand?’

‘Yes Princess.’

She slapped the back of my head. ‘I said not a sound.’ I remained quiet this time, understanding what she wanted. ‘Better.’

They watched the TV while I tried to move as little as possible. Every time one of them saw me twitch, I’d get slapped across the back of my head. It was getting dark outside. One program had finished (I was too miserable to pay attention to what it was) and another had begun.

Mum stretched, her bare feet extended, toes curling and then uncurling. ‘My feet are aching boy,’ Mum said casually, ‘rub them for me.’

I reached for them with my hands.

‘Do it with your tongue!’ Sarah added.

Mum actually cackled like a witch. ‘Yeah, do it with your tongue slave,’ she amended. ‘Lick my feet.’

Not again, I thought. I’d been forced to lick my Sister’s disgusting feet earlier, and now my Mum’s? I looked at them. At least they didn’t appear to be as dirty as Sarah’s had. Tongue struck out, I lowered my head to Mum’s feet and licked along the side.

‘Mmm.’ Mum moaned. ‘That feels good slave. Keep going. Massage my feet with your tongue.’

I tried to shut my mind down and just do as I was told. If I didn’t think about exactly what I was being forced to do, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. It worked a little, but not much. Not enough to prevent my feelings of shame as Mum guided me, telling me to lick her soles, the arch of her foot, to focus on her toes, lick in between, suck on them. The directions kept coming.

‘I could get used to this,’ Mum said in an aside to Sarah. ‘Maybe we should just keep him as our slave.’ She laughed. I really hoped she was joking.

‘No arguments here,’ Sarah replied. Her foot nudged my balls, as silent sign that she was enjoying my plight.

Mum had me switch feet and I went to work on the other one diligently.

‘We’ll need to take him shopping tomorrow,’ Mum said, ‘if we’re going to keep him dressed . . . appropriately.’

‘Yeah, we will.’ I didn’t like the sound of that, or the tone of my Sister’s voice. She sounded all too excited by this shopping trip. I prayed it wasn’t what I suspected. I knew it would be. I wanted to cry again, but I fought it off. It was bad enough already. I wouldn’t cry like a baby in front of my Mum.

‘I know just the place,’ Mum said ominously.

‘Oh?’ They moved and I heard whispering. My Sister laughed. ‘That will be perfect!’

What now? I felt like asking, but kept my mouth shut. Rather, I kept my tongue working on Mum’s feet. I’d found out soon enough. It wasn’t something I was looking forward to.

Mum yawned suddenly. ‘I think I’m going to go to bed,’ she said, moving her feet away from me. ‘Night sweetie.’ This was to Sarah.

‘Night mum.’

Mum stood and looked down at me kneeling at her feet. ‘Goodnight slave.’

‘Uh… goodnight Ma’am.’

Mum smirked. ‘I really could get used to this.’ With a wave to Sarah, she left us alone.

As soon as she thought Mum was far enough up the stairs, Sarah started giggling. ‘The look on your face,’ she said, teasingly, ‘oh I wish I had my camera to record it all. Did you enjoy your evening shitstain?’

I lowered my eyes under her mockery.

‘I don’t care if you enjoyed it or not,’ she went on, obviously not caring if I replied either. ‘All that matters is that Mum and I had a fuckin’ great time. It’s only the beginning as well. Oh, if you knew what we had in store for you.’ Her smile was as wide as the Cheshire Cat’s. ‘I can’t wait. Anyway, right now, it’s time to put that tongue of yours to further use.’

Sarah unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down, and then kicked them off. It’d been years since I’d seen her this uncovered. She’d changed a lot since then. Her legs had developed, toned from all her morning jogs with Mum. I’d always been a leg and ass kind of guy. As a result of this, I could feel another erection coming on as she lifted her hips and slipped her red thong down and off as well.

I tried to wrap my head around why she was stripping off. Did she expect me to . . . lick her?

‘You’re such a fuckin’ freak,’ she said, standing in front of me, naked from the waist down. Her pussy was shaven smooth. ‘I can’t believe we’re related. Look at you. You’re actually getting an erection, aren’t you?’ She slapped me hard across the face. ‘I’m your sister you disgusting pervert!’

‘S-sorry Prin-c-cess,’ I cried, ‘I can’t help it.’

She shook her head at me and then turned around and knelt on the sofa, backside facing me. And wow, was it a gorgeous backside. She was right, of course. It was wrong. I knew it. But I really couldn’t help it. She was too beautiful. Her ass was perfect, firm and round and oh so spankable. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

‘Listen freak,’ she said, looking at me over her shoulder, ‘I’m going to masturbate now. You’re job is to kiss my ass and stick that pitiful fuckin’ tongue as far up my poop shoot as you can get it until I have a nice good orgasm. What are you waiting for? Crawl and stick your tongue up my asshole idiot!’

I immediately scurried forward on my hands and knees until I was kneeling behind her. My Sister’s beautiful ass dominated my view. I couldn’t take my eyes of it. I wanted to reach down and grab my cock and jerk off until I came all over it. Unfortunately, reality was a crushing blow. I puckered my lips and pressed them up against her right butt cheek.

Sarah laughed as I kissed her ass. ‘Don’t forget the other cheek.’ She wiggled her butt teasingly until I repeated the process on her left cheek. The kiss was sealed with a faint smacking sound. ‘Enough foreplay. Tongue. In Ass. Now!’

‘Yes Most Glorious One.’

I took a breath, and then actually did it. I stuck my face into the crack of my Sister’s ass and forced my tongue between her butt cheeks, searching for her rosebud asshole. Tears of shame and humiliation dripped down my cheeks. I buried my tongue in her rear end, wiggling it around, weakly trying to find the entrance to her bowels. I was in no rush to have to lick her asshole. But all too soon, my tongue encountered her puckered flesh, and I was licking away.

At first Sarah just laughed, enjoying the degrading act she was forcing me to do, calling me filthy names and ripping at my dignity with her razor sharp tongue. ‘Does it smell nice back there slave? I forgot to shower today, you know. Oops. Ooh, that’s my asshole. Can you taste my shit ass face? Keep licking. Mmm. That feels gooooood.’

Her verbal abuse faded a little as she began to moan and her fingers began working on her pussy. It was even more humiliating, the knowledge that while I was being degraded by being forced to tongue her asshole, she was getting great sexual pleasure from it.

‘Stick your tongue . . . in my asshole . . . all the way in!’ She said between moans of sexual delight.

I did the best I could. I forced my tongue hard against her dirty rosebud, hoping that would be enough to pleasure her, not because I wanted to, but because I feared the consequences if I couldn’t. She didn’t seem to have any objections. She moaned louder and began to furiously finger herself.

Despite the deep sense of humiliation I felt, being on my knees with my face in my little Sister’s ass, I found to my utter shame that I still had a raging erection. God, why couldn’t it go down? I knew if my Sister noticed, she would have no hesitation mocking me because of it.

Sarah reached her peak and orgasm with a muffled cry as she bit down on the back of the couch. Her ass shook in my face, her body quivering in release. When she came down, she was resting with her face on the couch, her ass thrust back in my face. I continued to lick, though less enthusiastically. I didn’t know if I should stop or not and decided not to risk her ire.

‘Mm,’ she eventually murmured. ‘Maybe you’re not so useless after all.’ She turned to face me with a sleepy grin. I looked up, my face still in her butt. ‘At least you’re good for licking ass.’ She gave a little giggle. ‘You may stop. Kneel there.’ She pointed a few paces behind me.

I stopped with relief and shuffled over to the required spot. Sarah sat down on the couch and lounged back, legs spread, bare pussy on display, puffy and red and glistening with her juices. She looked right between my legs at the erection poking out of the top of my panties and got a contemptuous look on her face.

‘Did that turn you on ass licker?’ She didn’t give me a chance to reply. ‘You’re a disgrace. A filthy fuckin’ incestuous little pervert. I bet you want to jack-off, don’t you? Don’t lie to me. The evidence is sticking right out of your cute lil’ girl knickers. Go on then. Do it. Pull down your panties and wank in front of me.’

She watched me expectantly. I slowly did as instructed, waiting for her to turn things around on me, for her to fly into a rage and call me a loser. She didn’t. She just watched. That was embarrassing in itself, but I was horny, like any sex obsessed teenager, and I needed release. She knew it as well.

I started to stroke, slowly at first, but I quickly picked up speed.

‘Do not cum without my permission.’ Those were the only instructions she gave me as she relaxed on the sofa and watched.

I was nearing the edge in under a minute. I never could last very long. I looked at Sarah with desperation and pleaded, ‘please, I need to cum.’

She stood up and walked so she was standing a little in front of me, looking down on me without an expression.

‘Please oh Magnificent One, my Mistress and Superior in every way, please let me cum.’

‘You want to cum?’

‘Yes Mistress, please,’ I begged.

‘Okay, on the count of three, you may cum.’

My hopes rose high. She was going to let me cum. I was actually grateful.

‘One.’

Any second now.

‘Two.’

So close. I started to pick up speed in anticipation. I watched her lips, waiting for her mouth to move and form that oh so important number. I didn’t notice her foot move until it was crashing into my balls.

‘Ugh!’ I doubled over, my hand releasing my cock as I tried to steady myself. My stomach twisted in agony. My balls throbbed. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was happening. Why . . .

‘You stupid idiot,’ Sarah sneered at me as I groaned on the floor, ‘did you really think I’d let you cum? Fat chance fucker. You don’t deserve it. Besides, you already came once today. Don’t you remember? You wiped it all over your ugly face.’

I sobbed, a broken mess on the floor, my cock deflating in emasculated defeat.

‘Don’t even think about touching that thing without my permission. Don’t think you can just sneak off to bed tonight and jerk off. I’ll know. Trust me.’ She kicked me in the side disdainfully and then bent down to pick up her discarded clothing. She got dressed calmly as I attempted to recover from her devastating kick to my balls. ‘Oh, and don’t forget faggot, you’re to wear your knickers, and only your knickers, to bed tonight. Sleep tight sissy.’

I heard her giggling all the way upstairs.