“Um, Mistress, I keep one of my toys in the drawer. Would you like me to use it on you?”
Surprised at her big sister’s offer of using a toy on her, Alathia is more than okay with the suggestion. “My, oh my, does my pet wanna fuck her little sister with her favorite toy. I’d love to have you use your favorite toy, but your lips never leave my pussy and you better rub yourself real fucking good.” Alathia almost growls the last part, experiencing the beginning of her sexual high.
In her most petite voice, “Yes, Mistress.” Reaching into the bathroom drawer, Bex pulls out her favorite dildo. It’s surprisingly pink, and a decent seven inches with moderate girth.
Watching Bex with her toy, a truly mischievous idea crosses Alathia’s mind. “Suck that toy, Bex. Get it wet for me. You’ll also talk dirty to the dildo; pretend it’s dad’s cock, bitch. Hahaha.”
Scooping her phone up, Alathia begins recording Bex’s little performance. Bex can’t keep the surprise from crossing her face– something about the request really gets Bex’s vaginal juices flowing.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Taking the dildo to her lips, “Oh my, daddy, your cock is so big. Did you get this hard watching your daughter, daddy?”
Watching Bex licking the dildo like it’s a real cock, Alathia begins rubbing herself. Alathia thinks to herself, having my slutty big sister fucking our pathetic sissy father would be so hot, I should maybe even make my big sister a pussy licker service for mom; fuck, that makes me horny as fuck.
Moaning softly, Alathia is watching Bex attempt to deepthroat the dildo like a ravenous whore. “Oh daddy, do you want to put your cock in mine or Alathia’s tight pussy?”
“Oh, you kinky little slut, you’re going to fuck me with that dildo, huh, slut?”
“Only if you’d like, my Mistress.”
Alathia spreads her pussy open with two fingers, motioning Bex to come fuck her; Bex is moving forward, with her eyes locked on Alathia’s snatch. With a quick grab, Alathia has her hand in Bex’s hair, tabling her up into a kiss, that sends small explosions to Bex’s sex, causing little explosions in her own crotch to go off.
Alathia slides her tongue into her big sister’s waiting mouth, like a venomous water moccasin hunting her tongue, rolling her own tongue around Bex’s draws the most delicious sounds Alathia’s ever heard. While Alathia’s tongue is checking her teeth for cavities, Bex slips her toy into Alathia’s very wet, very ready, and very fuckable pussy; causing Alathia to whimper in pure pleasure, spilling into her big sister’s waiting mouth, who drinks down her little sister’s moans like vintage wine.
Bex’s thoughts bounce around like a rabid squirrel on cocaine. “Fuck why do you do this to me, Alathia? I just want your approval. I just want to make you happy. I don’t care if that means being on my knees spreading myself open for you.”
Breaking the kiss, Bex latches onto Alathia’s nipple, pulling harder on her little sister’s nub, suckling like a newborn at their momma’s tit. Alathia begins stroking her hair. Bex continues working the dildo, flipping the switch on the end, turning the vibration function on.
This causes the sexiest moans to escape Alathia’s black-lipsticked lips. “Fuck me, you fucking slut. You’re gonna drive me over the edge, aren’t you?” P Grabbing Bex’s head, Alathia plants a deep kiss on Bex’s lips, while she climaxes all over her sister’s favorite toy and hand, breathing roughly into her big sister’s arms.
Bex pulls the toy from her sister’s wet pussy. Then begins taking it to the sink.P
“Oh no, my slutty little pet. You’ll need to lick that clean.”
Alathia slips into the shower, beginning her showering routine, leaving Bex back, kneeling, taking the dildo back into her mouth like a cock.
Tasting the nectar of her sister on the toy is doing all kinds of things to Bex. “I can’t say I hate tasting Alathia’s pussy, it’s actually amazing.”
Now having washed off the effects of the run and last night’s sweat, Alathia instructs Bex to take her shower, begins to lay out the clothes for her to wear, and then tells her she is to then return to Alathia’s room. “You’ll also keep your hands out of your pussy, slut.”
“Yes, Mistress. May I wash the dildo and put it away first, Mistress?”
Smiling, Alathia was hoping to punish Bex for her disobedience about the dildo. Remarking to herself, “Bex is farther along than I initially thought she’d be. You were born to be on your knees, slut.”
“Yes you may, my pet slut.”
Stepping into the shower, Bex washes the toy, setting it to the side, before she runs through her own routine. While Bex is focusing on washing her hair, Alathia finishes laying out Bex’s outfit for the day.
Finishing up her shower, Bex looks over the new maid outfit. It’s not the baby-blue one of the previous days. This one is a pale-pink one trimmed in white, and all the accompanying accessories with a pair of pink, six-inch heels with a pink heart bows on the toes.
Flopping on the toilet, Bex can’t help but be disheartened by the whole maid outfit and fucking heels again. Being the house bitch sucks. In what fucked-up porn does the maid actually clean anything.
Picking up the stockings, Bex hates to admit she’s kinda falling in love with the feel and look of stockings. Picking up the underwear, they’re a far cry from her comfy regular ones. The style of the new panties is more like ones you buy as a prepubescent child. They radiate cute, not sexy at all; the giant bear on the butt doesn’t help. This is the icing on the embarrassment cake. Slipping the panties up her legs, pulling them over her cute little ass, Bex gives her a butt a little wiggle. “I may be lacking in the top department, but I’ve always had a cute ass.”
Pulling the dress over her head and pulling the white floppy bow tight, really brings her figure out. Her wide hips are prominent in the satin pink uniform, which feels amazing on her freshly cleaned skin. Brushing down any wrinkles, she looks over her half-assembled outfit, making sure it’s on properly and everything is in the right place.
She places the headpiece on, making sure it’s on correctly. The long gloves are slowly pulled up her arms, feeling the soft material caressing her fingers. Putting off the heels as long as possible, finally Bex notices that these heels are different; they have little gold locks, so once they’re locked on, they can’t be removed. “Fuck I hate these torture devices and now my little sister expects me to lock myself in them, as well. I hate to admit it, but they do make my legs look amazing and my ass spectacular.”
Entering Alathia’s room, Bex can’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy, seeing Alathia in jeans and a tee shirt. Bex longs to be comfortable like her little sister is.
With a smile that lights her eyes, “You look so cute in that outfit. Come sit at my vanity. I’m going to do your makeup. I’m thinking youthful, early makeup looks minimal with the right amount of cuteness. What do you think, my pet slut?”
Straining through gritted teeth, “Whatever makes you happy, Mistress.” Taking a seat in front of Alathia’s vanity, the little sister moves around her big sister in a blur, working her makeup magic on Bex. Slowly, her usual tomboyish look disappears into a prepubescent-princess look.
“There she is, my slutty pet is so cute!”
Bex keeps her emotions in check, “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Now follow me, pet. I’ve set up the next part of your training.”
Confused, Bex follows Alathia back to her room. Bex notices all her comfy underwear is in a pile on her bed. “Um, Mistress, why is my underwear piled on the bed?”
Stroking Bex’s cheek, “You’re getting rid of all these panties. You’ll be getting more like what you’re currently wearing, and I’ll let you keep your sexy ones, especially the crotchless ones.” Alathia is giggling evily, watching Bex’s discomfort at realizing she’s losing more and more control faster and faster.
Holding back her rising anger, “Yes, Mistress. What do you need me to do?”
Alathia replies, “I’ll be going through all your clothes and will be getting rid of all your inappropriate clothing today.”
Struggling to keep the shock and disappointment off her face, Bex answers, “Yes, Mistress.”
Pointing to the black trash bags, Alathia tells Bex to begin bagging up her clothes. Bex sees her favorite shirt in the trash pile. “Mistress, may I please keep this shirt?”
Tapping her chin, Alathia takes a moment. “Okay, Bex, you can keep it. But you’ll be compliant all day, no arguing about getting pierced, and you can keep that stupid shirt.”
Knowing the piercings are gonna happen if she capitulates, but that she can keep something precious to her, Bex tells herself, “I can’t lose the gift Nathaniel gave me.” Replying, “Yes, Mistress. I’ll be good.”
“Then you can keep your lucky rag. Take the rest of this inappropriate attire and load it in my jeep. It should be unlocked.”
Bex begins carrying the full bags to Alathia’s jeep; she really can’t mourn the loss of her wardrobe over the aching in her feet and the ache in her pussy. After a few trips, Bex’s old clothes are gone; her bare closet now contains a few maid dresses in different colors and a few dresses are all that hang in a once-full closet, along with anything that Alathia deemed appropriate. Bex can only guess what she thinks is appropriate attire now.
Finally taking a moment to realize her very near-empty closet. “This is going way to fucking far! She’s essentially turning me into her personal sex toy, maid and doll. What the fuck? And I’m entirely upset with it. The idea makes me horny for more! No, no, pull yourself together, Bex. Focus!”
Hearing her little sister’s voice pulls her out of the haze of her lost thoughts. “Okay, my slutty pet, we have breakfast to make.”
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