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Sister Is My Slave
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“Let go of me!” Brian begged his sister.
“No, I don’t want to.” Karen said as she kept her thighs pressed tight around his face.
“I tapped out, you have to let go now.”
“Ummm, I don’t have to do anything. I like squeezing you between my legs. It feels good.”
Brian pried at her legs again, but struggled to budge them even an inch. His younger sister’s legs were strong, and once she got them around his head, there was no escape.
“Karen come on, I have to go. Alex is waiting for me.”
“I don’t care who’s waiting for you. I’m not letting you go.” With that she squeezed her legs tighter and Brian squealed in pain.
Brian continued to pull uselessly at her legs, his eyes watering from both pain and embarrassment. Six months ago this never would have happened. Karen was both younger and smaller then him, and he could have easily beaten her up.
But six months ago she had taken up gymnastics. She trained four days a week and her body quickly transformed from skinny to fit. Muscles all across her body tightened up and she looked incredible. Everyone that saw her commented on her physique.
“Ouch…Karen I’m serious. This really hurts.”
“I know it hurts. I know how hard I can squeeze.”
“Can you please just let go of me?”
“Nope”
Karen squeezed her legs tighter and she felt Brian crumble in pain. She was thoroughly enjoying herself.
“Karen this really really hurts. I’m serious. If you won’t let go, at least don’t squeeze so hard.”
“You are so pathetic. I’m your younger sister for christ sake.”
“Karen please.”
Karen smiled and kept her legs wrapped tight around his head. It felt so good to keep him trapped between her thighs. She loved the feeling of holding him, keeping him trapped.
Several minutes went by in silence. Karen continued to squeeze him tight as he squirmed in pain. Then an idea popped into her head.
“How bad do you want me to let go of you?” Karen asked him.
“I’ll do anything. I swear.”
“Ok. I want you to be my slave.”
“Your what?” Brian asked confusedly.
“You heard me. Agree to be my slave and I’ll let go.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
Karen took a deep breath then squeezed her legs harder then ever. Brian cried out in pain but she continued to press her thighs tight together.
“Actually, you don’t have a choice. You are my slave already.”
Brian started to struggle again, but Karen squeezed her legs tight and he went still.
“I’ve decided that you are my slave. Time for you to admit it.”
“Karen, you are absolutely crazy.”
“I am not crazy. I’m completely serious. I’m making you my slave.”
Brian didn't know what to say. His head was being squeezed so hard between her legs that there was nothing he could do.
“I want you to admit it. Say that you are my slave.”
When Brian refused Karen squeezed her legs tight again. She pressed hard for several minutes, then eased up slightly.
“Say it. Say you are my slave.”
Brian refused again, and Karen squeezed him relentlessly.
“Say you are my slave or I’m going to keep squeezing you.”
“Ok ok, just stop already. I’m your slave. Fine. Let go.”
“That’s not good enough. Get on your knees and say it.”
Karen then opened her legs and released him. She pointed at the ground and ordered him onto his knees.
But Brian refused and tried running away. Karen quickly caught up to him, through him back onto the floor and once again wrapped her legs around his head.
“Can’t you see that theres no escaping from this? YOU ARE MY SLAVE!”
She squeezed her legs tight again and Brian squealed in pain.
“If you try escaping from me, that will only make things worse.”
“Karen come on, this is ridiculous.”
“I know how this must be hard to accept. But I’m not playing around. I really am making you my slave.”
“I’m not your bloody slave. This is insane…”
Karen squeezed her legs tight and cut him off.
“Yes you are. As of this moment, I’m enslaving you. There’s no choice. The sooner you admit it, the better.”
She then squeezed him again, pressing her thighs together with all her strength. Brian cried and squealed and begged, but she wouldn't let up. Finally she let him go and once again ordered him onto his knees.
Brian looked up at her, then saw that he truly did have no choice. He got onto his knees.
“Give me your oath. I want to hear you declare yourself my slave.”
“Karen, please.”
“No, I won’t show any mercy.”
Brian let out a deep breath and his shoulders sagged low.
“I’m your slave.” He mumbled.
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I wake up , during the night. "What a nightmare heh..." Looking at the time i notice its too early to wake up at all. "Oh well...." yawning i decide to go the kitchen , everything was silent , and dark , all you could hear was cars racing around our street. When I get downstairs I head right into the kitchen to drink a glass of water. I didn´t bother to open anything so I sat down and rested. Something was strange , "I don´t usualy wake up this early..." , weird voices could be heard from upstairs.I wondered what can i be ? Continueing to sitting , the voice gets louder and it looks as its..." Sister? Maybe she a nightmare as me, maybe I should check it out..." The more i go upstairs I hear the voice louder and clearer , as well light was shining from my sisters room. I took a peek and froze , as i saw my little sister masturbate. It was weird to me why she would do it . Watcher her turned me on , mummbling "This is bad...." she looks my way and stops , and I get scared. Just when she jumps on her bed. " I , I , It´s not what you think Brother!" she and me as well get all red and I reply " I , I didn´t see anything..." , "You saw me do it , with this thing in my hands didn´t you?..." she raised a small pink ballon type thingy , it was dark so i didnt see a thing. "Come on brother , you actualy liked it ..." poiting at my bulge i notice it myself. " No , its not what you think it is!..." "You can tell it someone else brother , come here!" once i came closer to her she said "Kneel before your Princess you slave !" half alseep i did as she said "You dont have to shout you know?". I yawned , i should had done that , my sister smiled , giggled "Your wide open!" then she showed that ballon thingy into my mouth making me choke a bit just about i fell back she put a tight collar over me "And what can you do now? Slutty Brother , you like it dont you?" sme smirked stepping on my knees , while brabbing the collar on me "How about you just stop resisting when you like this brother, i can let you have my body but only , if you become my pet slave and beg for it."
Alright so first things first. I'm new here and but have browsed the site for quite some time and I absolutely love the stories. I figured that it was time to return the favor by writing one of my own, which just so happens to be my first time creating one!
The story, like all the others here, is pure fiction. I could say it was non-fiction and that all this awesome stuff was happening to me, but that would be, ya know, lying. There is also no sexual content because I'm not a psychopath. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the story. I had some free time today and cranked out the first parts of it, and you can definitely expect more in the future.
Becoming my Sister's Obedient and Faithful Servant - Part 1 - My Huge Mistake‘
Please don’t tell! Please! If mom and dad find out I’ll never be allowed to drive again! You can’t tell them!’I was pleading like crazy.
My sister had just caught me stumbling around the house after a night of drunk driving. I didn’t think anyone would be home, as our parents were out of town and Rachel (my sister) said she was spending the night at a friend’s house, but her plans apparently fell through. She’s an 18 year old HS senior with 10/10 looks, and with a very bitchy and self-absorbed personality. She watched me grovel before her with the smug, narcissistic grin that she had perfected throughout her life. I could tell just by looking at her that whatever the outcome was gonna be here, it would not fare well for me. However, my main goal right now was to avoid the wrath of mom and dad, so I continued to beg. ‘Rachel you can’t tell them…nothing bad happened and I won’t do it again! Come on we are brother and sister! I never tell on you!’ I begged and begged and begged.
‘I’ve never been stupid enough to get caught’, she said to me with a look of satisfaction on her face, like a predator deciding what to do with her captured prey. ‘But apparently you are!’ she laughed wildly to herself. I desperately yelled out “Yeah okay I’m stupid! I’m an idiot! Ok? Please don’t tell mom! Plea-“ “Will you SHUT UP?” she interrupted me angrily. “I’ve known you were an idiot long before this, you don’t need to tell me. Now go sit down in the living room while I make myself a drink. I’ll come and let you know what I decide
”I sat down in the lone chair in the living room and nervously awaited my fate. I didn’t dare turn on the TV, I just sat there frozen. After a few minutes Rachel came into the room with her glass of water and immediately pointed at the floor. “Get the fuck out of the chair, that’s where I’m sitting.” I didn’t think twice and fell to the floor, almost as if I was under mind control. I knew that I was at her mercy and I had no intentions of pissing her off. That was the best I could do for now, just try and get on whatever was left of her good side and maybe she wouldn’t rat me out. I sat there at her feet while she drank her water and looked down at me. She then explained her decision, in a very businesslike and matter of fact tone. “Mom and Dad will be back in three days. I caught you drunk driving and we both know that they will absolutely murder you if they find out. They will also certainly reward me in some manner if I do the responsible thing and tell them what you did. However, I’m going to give you a second chance. All you have to do is be on your best behavior from now until the time they get back and I won’t say a word. Understand?” I didn’t really understand exactly what she meant, as “best behavior” was just a tad bit vague, but I wasn’t going to argue with her. “I understand. I won’t cause any trouble at all, I promise.” Rachel smiled and said “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.” She turned on the TV and we watched some TV for a few minutes as I sat there feeling as if I just escaped an execution. That’s it? Just don’t do anything else bad and I get out of drunk fucking driving? What a relief. I felt like a huge weight was now off my shoulders.
I thought everything was going to be fine until I told Rachel that I was going to go to sleep. She looked at me and said “Yeah me too, but before you go to your room bring me my slippers out of my room. The light purple ones that are in the back corner.” I looked at her confused and said “Uh aren’t you going up there now anyway? Why would I need to bring you them if you are going up there?” Rachel responded in a patronizing tone of voice “I’m sorry, but didn’t you say you were going to be on your best behavior for me?”, she grinned and nodded towards the stairs. “Uhhhh okay sis” I said nervously and went to go get them. I brought down her purple slippers and walked back into the living room. She smiled and said “Good, now put them on my feet.” I completely froze. “Now”, Rachel said as she crossed her left leg over her right one, holding her tanned and pedicured left foot out for me. I was in shock…so THIS was what she meant by “best behavior”. I felt my heart sink down to my leg…I had an incredibly bad feeling about this. I knelt down at her feet, which she watched with a great sense of enjoyment, and took her first slipper. I gently placed it on her left foot for her, and then she re-crossed her legs and held her right foot out for me. It was just inches away from my face. She didn’t even say a word, just held her foot out expecting me to obey her. I placed the other slipper on and she immediately got up and left without saying a word, leaving me on my knees alone in the living room. I had no idea what the fuck just happened. I was shaken…and went to bed with a sense of fear for the next day.
Part 2 - Rachel Makes Things Clear
Typically when I go out and get drunk, I spend the next morning sleeping in and not doing shit with my life due to the wild night/hangover. Even though last night was scary, I was definitely planning on not giving a fuck in the morning. My sleep was going as planned, stretched out in bed, blankets everywhere, snoozing in dreamland…when all of a sudden my cell phone alarm goes off at 7am. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. I definitely had my alarm set for noon…something was wrong. I went to my phone to turn the alarm off when I saw it was set with a message to it…
“Good Morning! I changed your alarm when you were fetching my slippers just so ya know. Now that I’ve got your attention I need you to do some things for me before I wake up. I know you aren’t a morning person but it’s better be up now than deal with mom and pop right? J Anyways I’ll take a English muffin and French toast for breakfast with glasses of both orange juice and milk. I also need the basket of laundry done that I left outside your door for you. Wake me up at 8:30 and then we can have some more fun. Thanks bro!”
I couldn’t believe what I just read. Make her breakfast? Do her laundry? It was clear, I was gonna be doing what she said until our parents came back. I hungoverly and sluggishly washed her clothes (with a machine, thank god) and got to work on her breakfast. It was time to wake her up so I went to her room and knocked on her door and told her to get up. She opened her eyes, but had a pissed off look on her face.
“I don’t like it. Try it again, more respectfully.”
“Whatever Rach, just get up. I got all that other stuff done.” I said, completely frustrated by her attitude. “Whatever just get up? Is that what you just said to me? How about I call Mom and Dad and tell them to ‘whatever just get up’ so they can hear all about what happens when yo
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