My Sister's Slave

My Sister’s Slave

Part Two

       True to her word, my Sister allowed me to clean my face before mum came home. However, before that, she also took the time to humiliate me further, and lay down a few new house rules.

       After hobbling back to my room, I shut my door and sat on my bed. My mind was in a daze, one half trying to think of a way out of the predicament I’d gotten myself into, the other half resigned to my fate, and worrying over what my Sister would do to me next.

       As I sat and worried, my cum dried slowly on my face. I didn’t even consider disobeying and cleaning it off without her. That’s how under her thumb I already was. I tried to take my mind off things and play some video games, but I couldn’t focus, and finally I gave it up and went back to sitting silently on my bed, just waiting.

       Waiting for my Sister to return and tell me what would happen next.

       My stomach was in knots of terrified dread. I felt sick. I cried to myself and prayed it was all a nightmare, but I knew it wasn’t.

       Then my Sister walked into my room, not even bothering to knock, and she had her video camera in hand, ready to immortalise my further degradation, and bind my fate even tighter to her wickedness.

       She noticed my tear streaked face and actually smiled. She didn’t care that what she was doing to me was causing me so much distress. I suppose a part of me did deserve it, but surely I didn’t deserve to have my life ruined so completely. I knew that’s what she intended. She was going to make life hell for me.

       ‘Goood boy,’ she cooed, like I was a little puppy. She aimed the camera at me and I once again noticed it was recording. I glanced down in shame. ‘Your cum looks so good dried on your perverted face like that. Don’t you think so?’

       I shook my head, tears falling anew.

       ‘Aww,’ my sister openly mocked me in a babyish voice, ‘is the wittle baby cwying? Am I being mean to you, huh?’ Her voice turned stern. ‘Tough shit jackass. Get used to it. You still got those knickers? You know, the ones you jerked off with earlier, you stupid little freak.’

       I nodded again. I couldn’t speak.

       ‘Good,’ she said, ‘now stand up here in front of me. Come on. Hurry up!’

       I did as I was told, standing before her, my eyes cast down. I could feel her eyes on me, but I didn’t dare meet them. I just couldn’t bear to see her gloating.

       ‘Strip!’ She snapped her fingers commandingly. I hesitated. Sarah stepped up to me and hissed in my face. ‘If you don’t strip off every single bit of clothing you have on right now I’m going to absolutely fuck you up. You have no idea. You think I’m being mean now? Don’t push me.’

       I was shaking in fear now, my tears dripping off my chin. She stepped back.

       ‘You have to the count of ten,’ she said, and immediately started counting. ‘One. Two. Three.’

       I fumbled at my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them off as quickly as I could, so fast I almost fell over.

       ‘Four. Five.’

       I whipped off my top.

       ‘Six.’ She started to slow down her count, watching me with an amusingly evil expression.

       My socks came off next - first one and then the other.

       ‘Seven. Eight.’

       I paused now that all I wore were my boxers. I knew she’d seen me exposed earlier in the day, but this felt so much worse.

       ‘Niiiine,’ she sang.

       I grabbed them and yanked them down as fast as I could. I stepped out and tossed them aside to join the rest of my discarded clothing, and then stood with my hands cupping my groin, face aflame of colour.

       ‘Hands on your head, legs spread,’ she said commandingly, lips twitching in anticipation.

       I did as commanded and once again looked down in disgrace as I exposed myself to her.

          ‘Look at me!’

       I looked up and she immediately exploded into a fit of giggles, pointing one of her beautifully manicured fingers at me. 

       ‘Do you realise how stupid you look?’ she asked, running the camera up and down my body, captured my nudity in its entirety. ‘Here you are. Standing in front of your little sister. Stark fuckin’ naked. Your stupid useless little cock and balls dangling pathetically between your spread legs. Your hands on your head like a naughty schoolboy. I mean – come on!’ She laughed again.

           I simply stood there shaking in humiliation. I wished there was something I could do to escape this, but there wasn’t. At least nothing I could think of at the time

       ‘And you know what?’

       ‘….w-what?’ I managed to stammer out.

       She grinned. ‘I’m just going to make it worse. Get those knickers you used to masturbate with.’

       I had a feeling I knew were this was going. I really hoped I was wrong as I reached trembling hands to recover the panties I’d stashed under my bed. In case you forgot, they were cute and light pink, with girly red hearts on them.

       ‘You know,’ Sarah said lightly, leaning against the doorframe of my room, ‘it’s lucky you picked those to perform your disgusting little wank-off routine. Oh, not lucky for you. Lucky for me. See, I don’t wear such baby girlish underwear anymore.’ She pulled the strap of a sexy red thong out of her jeans. ‘I wear real grown up women’s lingerie now. Stuff like that,’ she waved a hand at the girly knickers, ‘are for little girls. But now instead of letting them go to waste, unused, in my drawers, I’ve decided to give them to you. Seeing as you like them so much. Put them on.’

       I swallowed, a lump in my throat, but knew I had no choice. I stepped reluctantly into the pretty girly panties and drew them up my legs. They fit tight (really tight!). I had to really pull them up to get them on, and the result was that I ended up practically giving myself a wedgie.

       My sister giggled at me again. ‘They suit you,’ she teased, ‘and look, a perfect fit!’

       They were far from perfect. As the day went on, I would learn that eventually my balls would fall out one side, no matter how many times I corrected them, and that if I ever got an erection, the tip of my penis (thought not large) would stick out of the top. My Sister, of course, didn’t care. She just enjoyed seeing me humiliated.

       And yes, she was still recording; adding more material to blackmail me into total, complete slavery.

       ‘Turn around. Let me have a good look at you.’ 

       I did as instructed, turning slowly, lower lip wobbling pathetically. Sarah made me rotate several times, recording every angle, and teasing me with her endless giggles and mockery.

       ‘So cute! Those pretty little hearts are adorable, aren’t they sissy? You like them, huh loser?’ And so on.

       ‘Now,’ she said, her voice serious again, ‘let’s talk about how you’re going to start serving me. First, you keep those knickers on until I say you can remove them. And yeah, you’re going to be sleeping in them tonight, and only them! Do I make myself clear?’

       ‘…yes…’

       ‘Speak up idiot.’

       ‘Y-yes,’ I repeated, louder, unable to keep from stammering.

       ‘That brings me to my second point. You must speak to me with respect at all times. You worship me. I am your fuckin’ Goddess. I expect you to show me respect in every damn way possible. You do as I command at all times – I think you’re already getting the hang of that, and you know what’ll happen if you disobey me. You must… how should I put this… pamper me with words and praise at all times. Understand?’

       I didn’t. ‘Please… I don’t…’

       ‘Tsk,’ she scoffed, ‘you’re so stupid. Here. I’ll give you an example. If I command you to do something, or ask you a question, you will reply, and then add something worshipful of me on the end. Example. I command. You reply. “Yes oh beautiful superior, Princess of Princesses.” Now do you understand?’

       ‘I… I think so,’ I said, unsure.

       She rolled her eyes. ‘Clearly you don’t.’ She grabbed me by my hair. ‘Speak. To. Me. With. Respect! Did you just do that?’

       I lowered my eyes, snivelling. ‘No… Princess… erm… of Princesses.’

       She sneered at me and released me with a shove. ‘I can see this is going to be tricky for you. Okay. If you fail to please me, you will just be punished. So, slap yourself in the balls. Now!’

       I did it without thinking, grunting slightly.

       ‘What the hell was that? Do it hard fucktard!’

       I tried again, hitting myself as hard as I dared, grunting again with the impact.

       Sarah sighed with irritation. ‘Hard!’ And she smacked me, open palm, right between the legs, her hand blurring with the force of the blow.

       ‘Ooh-oh-oh,’ I cried out, falling to my knees, hands clutching between my legs. It hurt so much. My stomach heaved in agony, like someone had poured acid into my belly. ‘Uh. Uh. Ooh. Ow.’ I continued to moan and whimper.

       ‘Oh! Ow! Uh!’ My Sister mocked, imitating my weak voice. ‘Get up weakling.’

       I struggled to stand.

       ‘Apologise for being so inept you don’t even know how to hit yourself in the balls correctly.’

       ‘I-I… I’m sorry… erm… Princess of Princess. Er.’

       ‘Jeez,’ Sarah said, shaking her in exasperation, ‘I’m not impressed wanker. Don’t just repeat what I told you. I expect you to use your imagination. I suggest you work on that. If you continue to displease me, you will be punished. You think that little slap to the balls hurt?’ She chuckled menacingly.

       I felt terrible and every second, things just seemed to get worse. When would she get bored and leave me alone? Would she ever? I sobbed, broken.

       ‘Poor little brother.’ Her faux sympathy was somehow worse than her cruel amusement and devilish wickedness. ‘Get on your knees.’ She pointed to the floor in front of her. I lowered myself into the demeaning position and she smirked down at me. ‘Last rule for the time being. You will not, ever, touch your pathetic little dick without my permission. That means no wanking and certainly no cumming. Now,’ her grin widened, ‘I know that might be hard for a lonely virgin like you, but if you disobey me - and I’ll know, trust me - you know what will happen. All those mean old videos I have of you will go very, very public. You don’t want that, do you retard?’

       ‘No, Goddess…’ I just couldn’t think of anything. I knew what she wanted now, but every time, my mind went blank, and all I could think of were the examples she had given me.

       ‘You really need to work on that,’ she said, offhand. ‘But for now, I’ll let it slide. Don’t say I’m not a kind Mistress.’

       ‘Uh, thank you… Mistress…’

       ‘Shut up fool,’ she said, ‘and put that tongue of yours to good use. Worship my feet.’ She extended her bare right foot out to me, painted toes wiggling. I swallowed, and then lowered my head down to place a soft kiss on the top of her foot. It was extremely humiliating. I was kneeling in my own bedroom wearing an embarrassingly girly pair of panties, kissing the feet of my little Sister. How had I fallen so low so quickly?

       Sarah hummed. ‘Goood boy,’ she said, in that same patronizing tone as before, ‘that’s it, kiss my feet. Don’t forget to suck on my toes and clean all that nasty toe jam out with your tongue. After all, I let them get nice and dirty, just for you.’

       More evidence that she had been planning this little day for a while. I took her big toe between my lips and sucked. Ugh. Her feet tasted awful. They were sweaty and smelly and grimy. She really hadn’t washed them in a while.

       ‘Toe jam!’ she reminded me with a smile and a giggle. It seemed she was back to enjoying herself again - at my expense, of course.

       I didn’t know which I preferred. When she was mean and punishing me with psychical pain, or when she was amusing herself by degrading me.

       Nevertheless, I didn’t want to incur her wrath, so I stuck out my tongue and licked between her toes.

       ‘Eeugh!’ I gagged. It was foul.

       ‘What’s wrong?’ Sarah said, getting my attention. ‘Don’t you like my toe jam?’ The look on her face let me know exactly how she wanted me to answer.

       ‘Uh… of course I do Princess, and, uh, my Goddess and Mistress.’

       ‘Now you’re just stringing them together,’ she said, warningly, ‘and that is not being creative!’

       ‘S-sorry Princess.’

       ‘Never mind,’ she said, wiggling her toes and smiling again, ‘well, if you like my toe jam so much, what are you waiting for? There’s plenty more waiting for you and I’ll let you clean up every, single, bit.’

       ‘… thank you… Mistress.’

       I obediently stuck out my tongue and licked between the next set of toes. God, it was repulsive. But I kept going, knowing what would happen if I stopped, worshipping each toe and licking out the gathered dirt between each of them as I went along.

       ‘Don’t forget my other foot!’ Sarah sang cheerfully, giggling.

       Even as I performed the degrading task of cleaning my Sister’s dirty feet with my mouth and tongue, I had to admit she had beautiful feet. The way they arched so perfectly, her dainty little toes, and the perfect, immaculate way she painted them. If I hadn’t been so repulsed by the odour of sweat and the taste of muck in my mouth, I might have gotten an erection.

       As it was, I barely managed to finish the task without gagging again. Sarah inspected them once I was done. ‘Hmm, I suppose they’ll do.’ She checked her watch. ‘Aww, looks like mum will be back soon. I guess we better get that ugly face of yours cleaned up.’ She sighed. ‘Come on then.’ She beckoned me to follow, so I stood up, but that immediately drew her attention. She turned to face me angrily. ‘What do you think you’re doing? Did I say you could stand?’

       ‘Uh…’

       ‘On your fuckin’ knees! You crawl when we’re alone and you’re in my Superior presence.’

       ‘Yes my Princess.’ I got back down on my knees, eyes lowered submissively. It seemed I kept making mistakes. I hoped she wouldn’t tire of my lack of wits and just decide to out me.

       She motioned for me to follow again, and this time I knew what to do, and crawled after her like a dog. From this angle, I had a perfect view of her bubble butt, encased in tight blue jeans, the red strap of her thong still showing. Her ass moved so intoxicatingly, I couldn’t help but stare as I followed her down the corridor to the bathroom.

Oh God, I thought, as I realised I was getting an erection. My hardening cock-tip pushed against the waistband of the little pink panties I still wore. I willed it to go down as we finally entered the bathroom, but it wouldn’t.

Oh God, I thought again, what will she say when she notices?

‘You may wash your face now,’ she said.

I hesitated. Was I allowed to stand?

‘Problem?’ Her tone was sweet. Too sweet. She knew what I was thinking, and it pleased her. That never bode well for me.

‘I… uh… Princess… am I allowed to stand?’

‘Stand?’ she giggled. ‘Why would you… oh, silly me… did I not mention? You don’t need to stand. I said I’d let you wash your face, but I never said you’d wash it in the sink.’ She pointed to the toilet. ‘Wash your face in there!’ She burst out laughing. Hell, she practically cackled like a witch.

I ducked my head and crawled meekly over to the toilet. I really hope the last person who used it flushed, I remember thinking. Somehow I doubt she would have let me. Thankfully, the toilet was relatively clean, for a toilet. I went to cup a handful of water, but Sarah made a noise to get my attention.

‘Ah-ah.’ She wagged a finger. ‘No hands.’

‘Uh… how am I…’

‘Ever had a swirlie at school? I bet you have. A spineless geek like you would be a prime target huh? No? Well, there’s a first time for everything.’ She walked over to me like a predator, hips swinging side to side. My erection had been subsiding, faced with the humiliating prospect of cleaning my face in a toilet, but the sight of her walking so sexy in her jeans, it brought it right back. She still didn’t seem to have noticed, so at least that was a mercy. ‘Put your head in the bowl loser,’ she instructed, standing next to me with her hand on the flusher. I did, closing my eyes. My seemingly endless stream of tears dripped into the water. ‘Let’s see how many flushes it takes to clean your face,’ she said, and then flushed.

Water gushed, flowing up my nose and swirling around my head. I tried to pull away instinctively, but Sarah was ready for it and roughly forced my face further into the toilet. When the water finally subsided, I gasped, and she pulled my head up by the hair and examined my face.

‘Nope,’ she said with a smirk, ‘you still have cum-face. Let’s just wait a while for the water to build back up. I think this may take some time.’ The prospect of giving me multiple swirlies seemed to amuse her.

Toilet water dripped from my hair and from the end of my nose.

‘How many swirlies to do you think it’ll take to clean your face? If you guess correctly I might just let you go.’

‘Uh…’ Was she serious?

‘No guess, alright, fair enough.’

‘Wait!’ In my panic my voice came out with a squeak.

‘Oh, you do have a guess mighty mouse?’ Her eyes shone with mirth as she toyed with me.

‘Uh…’ The trouble was, I really couldn’t tell how good a job the toilet had already done of cleaning my face. How was I supposed to make any kind of educated guess? I couldn’t, and my Sister knew it. I just had to take a blind guess. ‘Three.’ The thought of two more swirlies was horrible, but it seemed the safest bet. I didn’t want to miss an opportunity because I was afraid of a little more humiliation.

‘Hmm. I guess we’ll see.’ I couldn’t read her face.

The second swirlie was even worse than the first. My Sister caught me by surprise when she suddenly pushed my face back into the bowl and pulled the flusher. Water rushed into my mouth this time, as well as up my nostrils. I coughed and spat out water when she pulled me out again, giggling evilly.

She examined my face again and shook her head. ‘Think you guessed correctly?’

‘I… don’t know, Princess.’

We waited for the toilet to fill back up again, and then she gave me the third swirlie. My heart was beating in my chest as I waited hopefully for her ruling. She looked at my face long and hard, drawing out my anticipation, and then an evil grin cracked her features.

‘Aww, too bad,’ she mocked in that cooing voice of hers.

I hung my head in defeat and sobbed.

‘I think we’ll be here all day if we continue this,’ she said, and I realised I hadn’t even been close. She’d just been fucking with me. ‘And as much fun as it is flushing your dumb ass head in the toilet, mum will be home soon. Grab some tissue paper, clean up, and then go get dressed. But remember,’ she said as she stood up, looking down on me, ‘keep those sissy knickers on! No boxers either.’

Then she left me kneeling before the toilet, my face dripping wet, a defeated shell of a man.