I Became My Little Sister’s Bitch Ch. 06 by Cobaltofdark

Literotic asexstories – I Became My Little Sister’s Bitch Ch. 06 by Cobaltofdark,

How I Became My Little Sister’s Bitch 06

Thurs 26th of May

Bex, wearing her maid outfit, primps in front of the mirror; it’s early, but the workouts and Alathia’s ridiculous standards are shaping her. Bex she can see some of the early results, with her dainty feet wrapped in six-inch, pink, pump heels. “God, I hate the heels the most. I swear my mistress is a fucking sadist, making me wear six-inch heels constantly.”

The pink pumps cover her white silk stockings that Bex takes the time to make sure the pink ribbons on the back, line up perfectly. The pink garters clip to the white stockings. “I seriously don’t think my ass or mind could take another punishment today.”

Taking in a deep sigh of sad frustration, Bex begins putting her head dress on preparing for her morning duties. “Fuck, I really hope Alathia is in a good mood. I need a fucking break or my body and mind are gonna break– that may be that cunt’s mission– to break me. And fuck, Bex, get your shit together; you shouldn’t be happy about being dressed as a pervert’s wet dream come true!”

Under the watchful eye of the younger sister of the Reid family, her personal maid-slave works at preparing pancakes for breakfast. Stepping behind her slave, Alathia slips her hand under the short skirt, snaking her well-manicured fingers into Bex’s panties, teasingly pulling on Bex’s new clit bell. “I can’t believe what a fucking slut you are, and now your body reflects that from your clit bell to your nipple rings; your body now screams, ‘I’m a fuck toy use me.'”

Shuddering to her mistress’ touch, and her words striking at what little self-esteem Bex managed to scrape together last night, Bex quietly quivers, and replies with a whispered moan, “Yesss…Mistresss!”

Bex now realizes that a side effect of her new piercings seems to be her clit and nipples are always engorged and erect, driving her crazy. It’s been four days of constant stimulation and it’s driving poor Bex mad. Her clit is almost a raw nerve, it’s tittering on being painful. Hearing Alathia playing with her clit bell, the ringing sound still brings a redding flush to Bex’s cheeks.

Alathia begins nibbling Bex’s neck. “You’ve become such a horny slut, haven’t you?”

Bex moans, “Yes, mistress.” Bex placating her mistress, only slightly disagrees with the sentiment. Bex’s body has become hyper-sexually sensitive– the relief she needs is always just barely beyond her grasp, like a child pulling a toy away from their little sister, always just out of reach, riding the sensation of her sister’s fingers.

Bex can feel her little sister’s warmth and compassion wash over her, causing a happy, content moan slip from her lips. “Why can’t my mis–sister be like this all the time? I’d willingly be her slave if she treated me like this all the time. I survive in these moments of love,” she asks herself, trying to stave off Alathia’s next onslaught to her poor mental state.

Bex, with a soft, quivering voice, asks her mistress, “Mistress, you once said if I begged, that I could orgasm; can I beg now, Mistress, please.”

Bex’s request hits Alathia, causing her to grab her by the back of the hair. “Oh my poor little fucktoy,” stroking her slave’s cheek, “for fuck’s sake, I was trying to be nice to you, bitch, but you won’t let me.”

Bex quickly realizes she stepped on an emotional landmine named Alathia’s rage. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Please don’t punish me. Please, Mistress, I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

Alathia quickly pulls her belt free from her skirt, with her hand still in Bex’s hair. Alathia guides Bex back to the table, forcing her to bend over it. “Lift your skirt, cunt!”

Bex pleads to her sister-mistress, “Please, Mistress, I’m so sorry. I won’t ask again.”

Trembling, Bex slowly reaches back pulling her skirt up, grateful she got the last of the pancakes so they wouldn’t burn.

Rubbing her belt over the panty-clad ass, Alathia taunts, “Oh my sister, I’m going to enjoy spanking your oh-so-cute, little ass. Now, you’re gonna lower your panties down. I want you bare ass ready for punishment.”

Jill, hearing Bex and Alathia’s interaction, sneakily watches Bex comply with Alathia’s commands. “My oh my, Alathia, you really seem to have a talent for this lifestyle.”

Bex whimpers, knowing her ass really can’t take much more without a break, slowly pulls her panties down so that her exposed bottom is ready for its spanking. “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry that I’ve angered you, please correct my behavior.” To herself, she thinks, “Fuck, I hope this pathetic display makes my mis–fuck, again with the mistress bullshit. Fuck you, Alathia!”

Raising the belt to begin punishing her slave, Alathia is stopped by her mother. “Come now, Alathia, please don’t abuse the help. Sometimes, a spoonful of honey can work wonders over a reddened ass. Although, a reddened ass can be a very sexy sight, my daughter.”

Alathia is shocked. She has lost track of time, and where her parents are. Slowly, she puts her belt back on. Grinning, Alathia gives her best blank emotionless smile, and simply replies, “Of course, mother. Bex, please continue to finish breakfast. I’ll be right by your side to assist you.”

The sudden reprieve has Bex feeling whiplash. The constant being flung from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other, is not helping her mental fortitude. Hiding in the calm, Bex quickly plates everyone’s breakfast in time with her father entering the kitchen.

“Good morning, my beautiful women. I am indeed a very lucky man to be surrounded by such lovely and intelligent women. Well girls, has your mom popped the surprise yet, or was she waiting for me?”

Giving her husband a playful slap, “Pubert, I haven’t told them yet.” She turns to Alathia, as Bex sets breakfast for everyone, filling up her parents’ coffee cups. “So Alathia, for Bex’s birthday, I thought we could all have a spa day before your father and I leave for the weekend.”

Alathia, a little suspicious of her mother’s offering to pamper her and her sister, thinks to herself, “What do you have up your sleeves, mother? This is not like you.”

The conversations around the table vary from what the couple has planned for the weekend, to how very proud Jill and Pubert are at Bex’s newfound discipline.

Pubert finally notices that Bex hasn’t sat to join in breakfast. “Now, I admire your staying focused on the life coaching Alathia’s providing. But it’s time you joined us for breakfast.”

Bex happily joins her family at breakfast. “Thank you, sir.” Bex takes a deep breath, and begins putting her guard down, letting herself recover from Alathia’s constant physical and mental onslaught.

Jill watches her oldest daughter, Bex, begin entering a very calm and relaxed state. Jill internalizes, “I’m gonna show you what true manipulation and degradation looks like, my young padawan Alathia.”

Clearing her throat, Jill gets the table’s attention. “Pubert, I hate to dampen the positive mood of breakfast, but I must bring to your attention the poor behavior of our new maid; she was attempting to quit again. And as we both agreed we wouldn’t allow Bex to quit this, she must be disciplined. Let’s say ten lashes with your belt.”

The kitchen has suddenly become eerily quiet after Jill’s declaration of Bex’s punishment.

“Dear, I’m sure Bex wasn’t quitting, she seems enamored in her new role as maid.”

Jill casting her mistress gaze to Pubert, lets him know in no uncertain terms, that she’ll make his life miserable if he doesn’t capitulate.

“I can fake it. I’ll take Bex to the office and fake it so Mistress Jill is happy,” Pubert thought to himself. “Okay. Bex, please accompany me to the office.”

Quickly squashing the idea, Jill with an evil smirk, states, “Oh no, I’m afraid you have to discipline the help right here right now in front of the aggrieved party.”

With a defeated sigh, Pubert begins pulling his belt off, forgetting how loose his pants are.

Alathia catches a quick glimpse of the pink-ruffle, bikini-cut panties her father is apparently wearing today; just further confirming that mom is the power in the house. The grin can’t be contained, as it slowly spreads across Alathia’s lips, as she pays close attention to her sister’s timid actions and responses.

With a heavy sigh and defeated tone, Pubert instructs Bex to bend over the table.

Bex, turning a new shade of red, slowly bends over the table, her thoughts betraying her. “Oh god, I’m so horny right now my wetness is almost palatable, and miss–Alathia is loving this god she’s such a bitch!”

Pubert raises his belt, as his internal struggle is playing out on his face like one of those tragic Italian operas.

Jill watching the pained expression blossoming on her husband’s face, is really getting Jill worked up. “I may have to have Chris fuck me like a proper slut when I get to the office; after all, today is a big day for our company.” She interrupts Pubert’s first strike on Bex’s ass. “No, no, no. This won’t do. Bex needs to raise her skirt and lower her panties. She will also thank her sister for helping her stay on the life plan she has worked so hard to help Bex out with.”

Pubert, caught off guard by his wife’s cruelty toward his oldest daughter, fights to keep as neutral an expression he can hold, in order to not provoke his ill-tempered mistress; his anger will only make Jill take it out more on Bex than she is now.

Bex knows she’s about to show her mom and dad her very wet-and-ready pussy. It is causing a very bad internal dilemma. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why am I getting so sexually aroused at the thought of daddy spanking me? Fuck, my ass can’t take more, but fuck, I want more! I want him to spank me like the dirty cunt I am! Oh fuck, what was that? oh Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

Pubert lifts Bex’s skirt slowly, handing the hem to Bex for her to hold it up. Seeing her big sister being played by her mother and father, Alathia is basking in the sheer delight of her sister’s twisted, tortured look, the younger sister’s lip trembling in anticipation of the first strike; the glistening wetness being collected between her puffy pussy lips. The anticipation is like fireworks erupting in Alathia’s green eyes, the lust bubbling up between her legs is almost aching in its wants and desires.