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 dining 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 run 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 dining room timidly, but Mum didn’t even bat an eye at me. She left
my Sister and me 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.’ Bryson 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 practicing 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 of 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 Sisters,’ I said, really laying on the flattery, hoping
it might make her more lenient with me, ‘please, I am so thirsty.’

‘My, you have learned 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 flavor.’ 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 Adam's apple bobbing, and then proceeded to gulp down my loogey-
flavored 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 outnumbered.

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 for a second little brother.’ She waltzed over to the door leading into the
dining 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 effect 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

flavor 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 flavor 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 start 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. ‘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 bigg feminist,
not those karen feminists but the real ones, 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, and her smile grew, 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 leftover 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 sat on the sofa with her legs wide open. And wow,
was it a gorgeous sight. She was right, of course. It was wrong. I knew it. But I
really couldn’t help it. She was too beautiful. Her tighs was perfect, firm and
round. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

‘Listen freak,’ she said, looking at me, ‘I’m going to masturbate now. Your job is
to kiss and lick my princess pussy.

I immediately scurried forward on my hands and knees until I was kneeling in front
of her. My Sister’s beautiful vagina was right in front of me. I couldn’t take my
eyes off it. I wanted to reach down and grab my cock and jerk off until I came all
over it. Unfortunately, the reality was a crushing blow. As I went ahead and tried
to lick her pussy, she slapped me and asked me to stay still. She then proceeded to
rub her clit with me looking.

"eyes closed", she ordered. I hesitated but closed them anyways, now I could only
hear her and smell her wonderful wet scent. She kept rubbing herself.

Then came another slap from the right and then another from the left, but I could
feel the back of her hand this time. she kept slapping me, though they weren't too
hard but the randomness of it gave me the rush.

Due to her scent and slapping I was throbbing and ready to cum, she saw that and
kicked my hand away from my dick. She ordered me to stop jerking and to lick her
feet. She then sat in such a way that her feet were touching her thighs, you know
in the way you go sit-ups.

I went close and to my surprise, she didn't slap me or do anything, she kept on
pleasuring herself. My nose was so close to her that I could practically taste her
from there. But all in my mouth was her toe jam.

This continued for some time, till she orgasmed and wow the smell of it was the
most heavenly thing I ever smelled. She yanked her feet back and said "You can now
open your filthy eyes you bitch".

I opened and in under an instant, she slapped me, this time with her right hand,
which was on her pussy, not some seconds before.

She said " Does my pet wants to cum? huh.."

I replied, "Yes goddess of all goddesses". "good, now start jerking your puny dick
through those panties

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 looked at Sarah with desperation and
pleaded, ‘please, I need to cum.’

She stood up and 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.’.'Oh and one more thing , I want you to be up
and about before i and mom come back from running tomorrow."

I heard her giggling all the way upstairs.

I took my clothes and walked up to my room, on to find her there, "Give me your
phone bitch" she said. I knew that if I gave her my phone then I'll be done. So I
pleaded on my knees to her. "Give me your phone right now or I'll show all those
videos to mom!"

In utter defeat I gave her my phone, "And don't even think about taking this back
without my permission" she said. And I was left in my room, alone, I sat on my bed,
thinking about what will happen next and how do I get out of this. Sadly, I
couldn't think of anything at all.

I slept then, in my sister's panties, with my dick laced with all the precum from
before.