Taking Steph’s chin in her fingers, looking her in the eyes. “I’m going to give you an orgasm, Steph.”
Steph hasn’t been allowed release in so long, it’s almost a distant memory of the feeling. In a frightened, mousey, hopeful tone, “Really, Mistress?”
Gently stroking the sissy cheek Alathia coos, “Yes, but there is a price to pay, my special girl.”
Steph bespelled by Alathia’s charm, “What do you want of me, Mistress Alathia?”
Alathia’s grin grows, knowing she’s got Steph right where she wants her. “It’s simple. I want your submission to me– your complete and total submission. Even that little bit you’ve kept for yourself, away from Lynda. I want it all, Steph.”
Steph looked down, feeling the weight of her decision weighing down on her. “I’ll do that for you, Mistress. All I have is yours, Mistress.”
Alathia grinning, “This is how you use the carrot and not the stick. See, I have Steph’s complete and utter obedience; now, don’t I, my pretty, sissy girl.”
In a lustful voice, sissy moans, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Turn around and lift your skirt, my sissy girl.”
Rushing in a way Lynda’s never seen; at a level of enthusiasm from Steph that she has never shown in her entire time being Lynda’s personal sissy slave. Steph lifts her skirt, slipping her panties down to her thighs. The chastity cage that holds Steph’s cock is the size of a shot glass. At this point, Steph’s cock has become completely useless. Grabbing the tube of lube from the table, Alathia begins spreading a generous amount of lube on her fingers, working it deeply in Steph’s ass, gently working her fingers in her anus, massaging her taint, drawing the cutest, most vulnerable sounds from Steph’s lips.
Lynda becomes increasingly annoyed, that it seems Alathia’s method has some merit. Slowly caressing Steph’s ass, her skin after years of lotions and treatment is the softest she’s ever felt. “Lynda, while you get my order, I’ll need all of Stephanie’s skin treatments, too; for Bex, of course.”
Lynda makes a mental note to add the lotions and potions to Alathia’s order.
Alathia slips two fingers deep into Steph’s ass, making Steph lose control, compelling her to make the cutest squeaking sounds, forcing her to cover her mouth, blushing.
Lynda glares in Steph’s direction. “Well, I see where your allegiance lies, Steph! Et tu Brutus!”
Placing a free hand under Steph’s cock, Alathia milks Steph’s prostate causing ropes of cum to shoot from her bound cock like a geyser, with the force like from a fire hose. Alathia collects Steph’s femboy milk from a blushing Steph, who is gasping and moaning her gratitude for the most intense orgasm she’s ever experienced.
“Not quite yet, sissy Steph. You have some cleaning up to do, you sexy, little slut!” Raising her cupped hand to Stephanie’s lips, as she hungrily drinks down her femboy milk, in a way Lynda’s never seen from her little sissy slave.
Kissing Steph on the lips, rolling her tongue, tasting the femboy milk in her mouth, Alathia strokes Stephanie’s hair. “You did so well for me, Stephanie. Can you load Bex’s clothing order into my jeep, while I get my slut down from her bondage.”
Turning to Lynda, licking her hand clean with a shit-eating grin. “Yes, Lynda, the stick is important, but the carrot can be so much more fun.” With a mischievous wink, Alathia strolls on by Lynda, wiggling her ass seductively at Lynda, giving her a playfully teasing show.
The first unforced-real smile in years, crosses Lynda’s lips. She’s truly enjoying the growing friendship between Thia and herself. It’s not often Lynda meets someone with a similar interest and demeanor.
Entering the dungeon, Alathia sees her sister trussed up in bondage, and suspended from the ceiling like a slutty pinata. Alathia slowly takes in Lynda’s handiwork, “Well, she truly is an artist of pain.”
Bex feels something pulling on the mask that’s been strapped to her head, and it is removed. Blinking a few times to stop the blinding light blurring her vision, blinking to focus her vision, to finally see her little sister, her savior; she’ll set her free.
Caressing Bex’s face, and stroking her hair, Alathia removes the earplugs.
As the sounds come rushing back into her senses, it’s a cacophony of sound crashing against her skull; it’s a bit disorienting. Bex takes a moment to collect herself, with her eyes pleading to her sister to remove the gag.
The drool rolls out of her mouth like a water hose sputtering and spitting. Bex begins pleading, “I’m so sorry, Mistress. Please, Mistress, please forgive me. Please release me, Mistress!” Bex begs and pleads to her mistress, crying and sputtering.
Comforting her big sister, “I’ll be freeing you from your bondage, my pet. Did you learn your place?”
Whimpering, “Yes, Mistress. Yes, please forgive me. Yes, Mistress.”
“Of course, my precious pet!” Walking behind Bex, Alathia begins playing with Bex’s clipped clit, causing the most lewd and salacious sounds to escape her pet’s mouth. Giving the clamps a little tug makes Bex hiss in pain.
“Please, no more, Mistress, please. Will you remove whatever that is from my pussy, please.”
Alathia removes the clip with the three one-ounce weights on it, causing Bex to howl in pain causing more tears to spill. The relief of having that evil contraption off her clit is almost euphoric. Next, Bex feels the pussy spreader being removed from her inner labia, causing a very pathetic yelp to escape from her lips. Alathia begins gently caressing her sister’s very red and painfully battered pussy, giving it a gentle kiss. Alathia returns to face Bex, and continues to caress her big sister’s pussy. “I’m so proud of you, my slut. You did so good, you made me so proud of you.”
Alathia’s words help calm the sexually and emotionally raw Bex, distraught at the conflicting feelings still swirling around inside her. It’s as if Alathia’s words are the sun breaking through the storm clouds of her mind. “I’ve made my mistress proud. I made Alathia proud. I’m a good girl!” Then she feels her little sister’s lips crash into her own, with a kiss loaded with love and pride in her pet slut.
Giving Bex’s head a few strokes, “Let me get your nipples free now.” Removing both clips simultaneously causes another scream of animalistic sound to rip itself out of Bex’s throat.
Gurgling in pain and with such relief, “Oh thank you, Mistress. Thank you for freeing my nipples.”
Giving her nipples a loving, kiss-away-the-pain-type kiss, “Oh you’re very welcome, my slut.”
Gently lowering Bex to the floor, Alathia begins quickly removing the rope and any other implements that Lynda used on her poor, battered big sister slut. Gently cradling the sobbing ball of raw nerves, pain, and pleasure, Alathia begins giving her pet some reassuring words and compliments, that shows how very proud of her she is.
Alathia begins asking in a loving manner, “Did you learn your lesson, my pet?”
Sobbing into her mistress’s lap, “Yes, Mistress. I’ll treat everyone with the utmost proper respect Mistress. I’ll never make you feel bad ever again, Mistress. I promise. Please, don’t ever give me to Mistress Lynda ever again, Mistress!”
Alathia rocks her sister lovingly, so she can regain her calm, softly hums a soft song, ‘In The Air Tonight’ by Phil Collins. “Good girl. That’s a very good girl, Bex.”
Still blubbering into Alathia’s lap, her little sister comforts her, waiting for the pain in her body to subside.
“Can you put your dress on, my pet?”
Sniffling, wiping away her tears, “Yes, Mistress.”
Alathia hands Bex her dress, allowing her to get dressed, returning to the lounge to hear Lynda berating Steph for being a traitor and moaning like a bitch for another woman.
“Go load Thia’s order in her jeep. You know, I’m gonna paddle your ass mercilessly tonight.”
Steph cringes a little, “Yes, Mistress.” Looking down, Steph curtsies, mincing away quickly.
Alathia chuckles, “Oh Lynda, don’t hurt poor Stephanie. Why not try the carrot method.” Lynda and Alathia hug, giving kisses on the cheek wishing each other good evenings.
**********
Alathia, behind the wheel of her purple and black jeep, is pulling into the parking lot of ‘Devils Ink Tattoo and It’s Gonna Hurt Piercing Pagoda’. The logo of the devil smoking a joint is illuminated by neon lights.
Bex taking in where she is, begins sobbing uncontrollably in the front seat between sniffles. “Mistress, please don’t make me do this, please.”
“Bex, look at me.” Bex slowly turns to meet her mistress’s gaze, to see a very sympathetic look, Alathia taking her hands in hers. “This is going to happen, you’re getting piercings. I want to decorate your body to make me happy. You want to make me happy, don’t you, pet?”
Sniffling, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Now, Bex, I need you to be a brave girl and do what you said you’d do to keep your shirt; remember, you promised to be good.”
Looking down, Bex feels the futility wash over her; the loss of more of herself and her own autonomy. Taking a deep breath, Bex exits the jeep, determined to not be beaten. “I will not lose to my little sister. I’ll show her who I am!”
Alathia taking Bex’s arm, guides her into the shop. With a renewed confidence, Bex plans to push through whatever sadistic thing Alathia has planned for her.
Entering the lobby of the parlor, a mohawked woman with a blue-and-green dye job sits playing a video game. The alt girl jumps up yelling, “Alllliiiii!” and grabs Alathia in a hug, kissing her lips deeply. “What brings you into my shop, Princess?” P Finally catching sight of Bex, “Is this who you mentioned? My virgin canvas I’m working on today?”
Pulling Bex forward so Triny can get a better view, Alathia replies, “Yes, Triny. This is your new canvas– virgin skin, no tattoos, no piercings.”
Bex was lost in a memory of the one time she called Alathia by the name Ali, which resulted in what the family affectionately calls the spaghetti incident. Still to this day, on a particularly hot day, you can still smell spaghetti and that was retaliation for calling her Ali. And this weird punk girl is calling Alathia, Ali and princess; both, I know, she hates. Did they kiss? I’m so confused.
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