All Characters Are Over The Age Of 18 Years Old *
My mother wanted me to help make breakfast for my sister and her every morning before their day. The plug in my ass needed more lube; it was starting to rub uncomfortably in my panties. When I got to the kitchen, my mother and sister were sitting at the island counter in the middle of the room.
My sister gave me a dirty, smug smirk that she only gave me when Mom was about to give me a new set of duties to do. Mom was sitting in her black catsuit, which she wore all the time. The zip that held her D-cup tits in the suit was straining against the stress of holding them, but her black rubber corset was helping.
She beckoned for me to follow her. She stood up and walked over to the main bathroom of the house. She opened the door with force; she was very excited. She turned around, smiling, and faced me. She then reached down and unzipped the suit over her pussy. She told me to kneel on the ground. I was dripping more cum in my panties and was too excited about what was happening.
I leaned in to lick her pussy like she would normally make me in the morning, but she slapped me across the face. She told me I must wait for orders. She then sat down on the toilet and grinned at me. Then she began to piss; it sounded like she had been waiting to do this in front of me, then she stood up.
There were drops of piss on her pussy lips. She told me to clean her. I hesitated, and she told me my punishment was only getting worse the longer I waited. I leaned in and started licking her pussy, starting at the hole and ending at her clit. She then pushed me away and told me this wasn't to make her cum it was just to clean her. She reached down and zipped up the catsuit. Mom smiled and said, "Thank you, my good girl," and pushed me out of the way and walked back towards the kitchen. I stood up and followed.
My sister told me, as I entered, that she would also be making me clean her pussy. She was in a white tennis skirt and sports bra. After cooking them breakfast, my sister stood up and left for her college class. My mom told me that I had taken too long to follow her orders and that I must tie myself to the table in her room and wait for my punishment. I dreaded going to that table; it would be a painful and humiliating experience going there but if I didn't, I would be in even more trouble.
When I got there, I sat on the table, tied the cuffs around my ankles and my left hand, and waited for her to come. About five minutes later, she walked in and leaned over me and smiled as she reached to tie my right hand down to the table, her tits, wrapped in latex brushed over my face making my cock strain in its cage.
I was now completely helpless and had to submit to whatever she wanted. She pulled out her whip to start flogging me, pulled my panties to the side, she then started on my balls, which were sore because of the tight cage around them. With each consecutive hit, I screamed in pain. I was on the verge of tears. Mom made me say "Thank you, Mommy" after each hit. After the 30th hit, she stopped.
I was whimpering on the table, which was upholstered in black leather. The room was cold, which had made my already tiny penis shrink even more. Mom then grabbed my plug and started taking it out, but it was stuck; there wasn't any lube left. Mom told me that if I didn't let her take the plug out, she would force it out.
I cried out that it was stuck, and it wasn't me, but it was useless. Mom just wanted to punish me. She ripped it out with all her strength; it hurt almost as much as an oversized dildo being forced in. Mom then came over slowly, unzipping her pussy from the catsuit. She was standing over my face. I could see her pussy was dripping wet. This was turning her on. She was smiling from ear to ear; she clearly could tell that I wanted to be forced to be a girl.
She knew it turned me on, and punishing me turned her on. Mom then said that I mustn't spill anything as she sat down on my face, gripping my neck with the smooth latex of her gloves. I could feel her muscles in her legs and pussy relax. Then she started pissing into my mouth, and I had to drink everything that came out.
The piss was salty and strong I almost stared choking I needed air, I couldn't breathe then she stood up and I gasped for air, she was loudly laughing at me struggling she told me I was a good girl in a happy cheerful voice and she was smiling, She then leaned over me her face was very close to mine I could feel the warm breath on my face she whispered that from now on she would be forcing me to take estrogen and that I better not fail to obey her orders.
I could feel my cock getting rock hard in its cage. This had caused me to flinch because she smirked and let out a giggle at my pain, then stood up and slowly walked around to the front of the table. She hit my balls with her whip the hardest she had ever done it. She then put my panties back on and tapped where my cage was. I was leaking tons of cum, and she told me that later that night she would be stretching my ass with her largest dildo to prepare me for her hook up, which, from the conversation I had heard. Had a 9-inch long cock that was extremely thick. I had heard the moans my mom made when he fucked her.
Later that day, I was in my room getting into the outfit my mom made me wear as a uniform around the house, which was a red bikini with a tiny skirt on the thong. Mom thought that it was the most girly thing she could think of. I have a very slender frame and silky soft skin with thick shoulder-length black hair. Looking in the mirror, my caged cock was barely visible; it was already tiny before Mom forced me into the cage.
You could see the blue gem in the back of my butt plug through the back of the thong. Mom called me outside to put sunscreen on her. She was in a black one-piece swimsuit, lying on a sun chair next to the pool. She had sunglasses and a sun hat on. I could feel my penis getting tight in its cage, looking at her curves and tits,
I hadn't gotten hard out of my cage for months, and Mom's body always turned me on. Mom saw me coming and started to take off the swimsuit slowly. I was standing next to her, watching her strip, holding the sunscreen. She was rolling the swimsuit down, exposing her tits. Mom had perfect skin; there were no blemishes anywhere on her, and she kept her body pristine through exercise. She continued to take off the swimsuit, finally exposing her perfect pussy. It wasn't wet, and she had made me wax her pussy 3 days ago. "Come on, you must start if you want to be a good girl," Mom said.
I put some sunscreen on my hand and started to rub it on her back. On her shoulders, her soft skin and exposed body were making me strain in my cage really hard. Then I moved my hands down to her lower back, where she had a tramp stamp. Mom told me to stop and turned around, and told me to start on her tits.
As I was rubbing on the sunscreen, my cock was twitching in its cage. She could see this and grabbed my cock. I could feel her nails hurting my balls through the thong. I let out a slight noise. "Are you enjoying this?" she asked. As she gripped tighter, my balls really started to hurt. "No," I said. "Good girls don't get hard from other girls," Mom said in her nurturing and motherly tone. "If you don't stop this, I'm going to have to cut off your balls, honey," she said.
I started crying from the pain, and the eyeliner I was wearing started dripping down my face. She started to smile in the way she only did when she got turned on. I could tell her pussy was starting to get wet; she loved making threats about taking my balls. She then told me to go into the kitchen. I was standing in the kitchen, goose bumps formed over every surface of my shaved body.
Then mom came in, she was back in her swimsuit and her rubber corset holding her tits. Swinging in her crotch was a 10-inch purple strap-on dripping with lube. She bent me over the counter and told me to drop my panties. She pulled out my butt plug easily. I felt her finger going into my ass; it was cold and covered in lube. I let out a soft moan. Mom smiled. She then pulled out her finger and forced me over the counter.
I felt the tip of the strap-on in my asshole. She then thrust hard, and I could feel each vein on the rubber cock. A wave of pleasure made my body shudder. I let out a loud pain-filled moan. It was too big. Mom kept thrusting in and out, getting faster. She was heavily breathing. I could feel a sensation building up in my penis like I needed to piss; the force of the strap-on on my prostate was making me need to cum.
My cock was painfully straining in my cage. Mom ordered me to cum she was loudly moaning, her pussy was soaking, and there was a wet spot growing in her swimsuit. With a load-strained moan, I could feel cum spurting out of my tiny penis. A sensation I hadn't had in months.
Mom then pulled out the dildo. My asshole was gaping. Mom then grabbed my hair and shoved my face into my cum on the floor and told me to clean up. Licking up the cum it tasted the same as what I had to lick out of her pussy when her hookups were over. She then looked into my eyes with the biggest smile I had seen on her face in days. "Thank you, Mom," I said.
She took off her strap-on, unbuckling the leather harness, she pulled her swimsuit to the side to expose her pussy, and forced my mouth on her wet hole. There was so much pussy juice, it tasted salty like normal. I was licking hard from hole to clit each time she let out a moan. Her legs were twitching. "Make mommy cum" she said. I began licking faster and harder. She let out a loud moan and closed her legs on my head. After a minute, she pushed my head away. "Good girl," she said, "Your sister should be home soon."
Chapter 2
My hole was sore from the pounding I received that morning, and my cock was still hard in its cage. Mom made me wear a red thong and a small skirt to match, which only highlighted my already tiny frame. Whenever my mom saw me dressed up like this, she would get excited and start talking about how happy and proud she was of what she had made her daughter become.
I was sitting on the floor, legs crossed watching TV. Mommy walked in wearing her tight-fitting black catsuit that showcased her perfect body. She had also put on makeup and tied up her hair into a ponytail, which made her look even more arousing than usual.
My sister walked in. She had just gotten back from playing tennis with Tom, her boyfriend. She made eye contact with me, my straining cock from seeing mommy went soft, and I could feel my heart start beating faster. She lifted the front of her tennis skirt, revealing a wet spot on her panties. A gentle smile was on her face. "I need the toilet," she said. I sheepishly stood up and started walking to the main bathroom.
"Your boyfriend is coming tonight, and you know he likes to torture her, don't break her yet," I heard Mommy saying gently to my sister. "He likes to see her mascara run down her cheeks". I know Mom wants to turn me into a pet, someone with no purpose other than to serve, please, and use.
I was kneeling on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, and I held my hands behind my back. My sister walked in, pulling down her tennis skirt and panties, and sitting down on the toilet. She gestured for me to come over. Nervously, I crawled over. Normally, she would just press her pussy to my mouth and piss, flogging me if I spilled any.
Her relief showed as she began to piss. Her body twitched with a relief and discomfort that was intimidating. The smell of piss filled the air. This was just another part of her show. My nose was inches away from her clit. She was holding my head in place. Her fingers were carefully but firmly running through my hair.
Looking at the stubble around her pussy was starting to turn me on. My cock started expanding in my cage. She noticed, pushing my head back, and stared into my eyes. She gently stroked strands of my hair behind my ear. Then smiled and moved her hand down to caress my chin. Her smile faded, and then she slapped me hard on my cheek. "You must wait for orders," she told me sternly.
She stood up and told me to clean her. I leaned in and started to lick her pussy. Drips of piss on the edge of her pussy lips. As my tongue touched her clit she pushed my head back, snickering. As she walked out of the bathroom, I lay on the floor. I could feel my heart beating in my chest.
I picked up her skirt and panties to take to the laundry. Just before putting her panties into a basket, I sniffed them. I had been caught before, Mom threatened to cut my balls off if I was ever that disgusting again, but her pussy smelled so delicious. The taste was magical, secretly smelling them made me feel as if I could fuck her one day. I quickly stuffed them into the basket.
Mom called me into her bathroom, telling me to sit on the edge of the bath. She was going to paint my nails. She pulled out her white nail polish, gesturing for me to lift my foot onto the edge of the bath. The cold paint causes me to stress, accidentally getting the nail polish onto anything else, and I would be severely punished. However, Mommy's latex-clad hands holding me make me feel safe. They were warm; they made me understand Mommy's love. She suddenly grabbed my chin, her fingers tightly holding me. She stared into my eyes and reminded me that I am just a fleshlight to be used, abused, and discarded as Tom wishes.
After she was done painting, she put bright red lipstick and the darkest, runniest mascara on me. She told me to go and change into my catsuit and corset for tonight. She slapped my cage, smirking and going back to her makeup. Slyly commenting, "You should try stretching your hole".
Walking into my bedroom, pastel pink everywhere, opening my closet, several catsuits, swimsuits, bikinis, and skirts hang. Tom, my sister's boyfriend, is extreme. Being his cum dumpster is a humiliating experience, struggling to walk for days. He had a massive, veiny cock. Thinking about it made my mouth water and ass hurt.
Mom called for me to come back to the bathroom. Walking in, she gestured towards the metal rings on the floor. I got down on my arms and knees. Mom pulled out handcuffs. Cuffing me to the floor, whispering in my ear as she did, "You have been behaving so well today, I'm proud of you."
After she cuffed my ankles, her hand wrapped around my cock, gently massaging my balls. Her latex glove was warm and soft. I immediately got hard in my cage, and a wave of embarrassment came. I could feel a small prick in my ass cheek, a small amount of cold fluid being injected. A wave of calm came over me the urge to resist my Mom and Sister vanished.
I could feel fingers running down my back, finding their place under the base of the plug in my ass. Mom ripped out the plug. All I could feel was searing pain and a hollowness; not having my plug in was starting to become strange to me. Mom was running her finger around my gaping asshole. Hearing her moving away and towards the counter. She started running water into a jar and squeezing soap into it.
Mom gently pushed a metal nozzle into my ass, and I felt the warm, soapy water entering my hole. The discomfort from the soapy water was making me want to try to push everything out. Mommy would squeeze my balls if she noticed me flinching. The smooth latex of her gloves touched my cheek, and my mom bent over me. She started to whisper in my ear. I flinched, slightly pushing the nozzle out. Her hand left my face as she stood up.
I feel the tails of her flogger gently brush down my spine. "Sorry, Mommy," I cried out, shaking. "I'm not going to punish you until I've finished cleaning you," Mom said sternly. "Thank you," I whimpered.
As I lay there, waiting for the soapy water to stop, I felt a sense of pride wash over me. My mother had trained me that I should always be obedient, no matter how humiliating or painful the experience may be. She had trained me to enjoy my discomfort, and tonight, I would show the same level of selflessness to Tom.
As my sister entered the bathroom, she was wearing a crop top. I could see her nipples through the thin fabric, and her bare pussy. Her hair was in disarray, despite being in a ponytail. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I watched her walk confidently past me to help Mommy. If I had a real pussy I could be useful.
"Hi, sis," she said, smiling at me. "I need you to behave tonight."
I nodded, too ashamed to look her in the eye. I could feel my heart rate increase. This was just another part of their fun, I reminded myself. She knelt next to me, staring at my straining cock in its metal home. "You're going to be a good girl tonight, aren't you?" she said with a smirk.
She removed the nozzle from my hole. My body was shaking with embarrassment and desperation. She picked up the funnel from the counter, gently dabbing lube on the end. She started wiggling the funnel into my hole. I was desperately trying not to let anything out.
She positioned herself so her pussy was over the mouth and started to piss. I felt her warm juices start to go deep into me. I put my face down on the tiles. Ass up in the air, letting her nectar fill me. When she finished, she rubbed her pussy on the back of my neck to dry herself.
Mommy started to push a butt plug into my ass, and a wave of relief washed over me. I couldn't leak anymore. As Mommy unchained me from the floor, she complimented my sister's frame and how her shaved pussy was adorable. She reached over and rubbed her pussy. "You are dripping wet, honey." Mom cooed.
My sister got up and walked over to the cabinet. She pulled out a set of paddles and a flogger. As she walked back over to me, I could see the hunger for pain in her eyes. "I want you to understand," she said, raising one finger to signal for silence. "That our torment is not punishment. It's about breaking you down completely so you are useful for once."
She ordered me to bend over the bath. After I compiled, the flogging started. It was merciless; it was after 30 flogs, Mommy told her to stop. I was now quietly crying. Mom expressed her satisfaction at the flogging and how my sister should start taking the responsibility for my maintenance spankings. That was a terrifying idea. My sister was younger, stronger, and more violent than Mom. One final flog to my balls, when my sister disobeyed mom, it was a naughty streak that made her giggle.
My sister took my hand and pulled me to the living room, taking her top off, leaving her completely naked. She sat down on the couch and gestured for me to sit on her lap. She was gently massaging my stomach, and the mixture of her piss and soapy water was causing cramps. She was gently caressing my head. The smooth, soft skin of my sister's thighs soothed the raw skin on my ass.
Mommy walked in holding the toy I feared and adored the most. It was an inflatable latex collar. Mom gently tied the collar around my neck. It was one of those things that you start to get attached to and feel naked without. I loved the overwhelming feeling of safety I got from it. It made me feel as if I had no responsibility; I just had to be an object, a hole for the use of my protectors.
Smiling, I thanked Mommy. My sister's gentle hands were nursing my balls from the flogging. She tapped the flat top of my cage. She clenched her hand into a fist and pretended to hit my balls. "You have been a good girl. Good girls shouldn't be scared of their big sister." She said.
"Mommy, can I release my" I said. Before I could finish, Mommy pumped some air into the collar. I felt it tighten around my neck. A strange feeling of relief appeared. I relaxed my body, seeing this. My Sister and Mommy started grinning. One more pump came into the collar; it was restricting my breathing, but staying relaxed meant I didn't feel the difficulty breathing. It made it hard to hold in the enema.
My sister told me to get on the floor and start licking. Complying, I tasted the sweet nectar, the most euphoric experience ever, giving pleasure to her, the most perfect, elegant being in the world. The taste was metallic, reminding me that this pussy was tailored to please cock. It saddened me that I would never get to feel the pleasure it could give me.
She was holding my head in place between her thighs; it was hard to breathe. While trying to, I got drops of her juices into my lungs, and I started to cough. She pushed my head out. I was gasping for rough breaths of air. "Do you not like the taste of me?" She sadly asked. Mommy came in and hit my ass with a paddle. I finally got some air. Breathing again, Mommy pushed my head into her pussy. I started eating her sopping holes. Playing with her clit, licking deep into the folds of her lips.
Savoring every second of the taste. I was intoxicated by pride. I could feel her moans of ecstasy, the fact that I could give her pleasure, and be of use to her. Her pussy was so tight I could feel the pressure on my tongue when I slipped into her hole. "Such a good girl," Mommy applauded. "Yeah," my sister barely got out, stammering. I felt her thighs tense. She squirted vast amounts into my face, screaming with delight. Mommy pulled my head back. I got a sight of my adorable sister, she was breathing heavily, arms and legs spread across the couch.
Mommy was petting me, rubbing her latex-covered hands through my hair. Her pussy squirt was making the mascara run down my cheeks. I grabbed and cuddled her leg, wrapping my arms and legs around her. Licking the last of the precious taste of my lips.
Chapter 3
Clutching on to Mommy's leg, the suffocating embrace of the collar around my neck, desperate to release my enema, I was grinding my cage against her. The soft latex was making my clit strain in its cage. Mommy gripped my hair tightly, pulling it to get me to stop humping her.
"Go release your enema," mommy ordered as she let the air out of my collar.
Relieved, I made my way to the bathroom. Releasing the enema stopped the cramping. I wanted to stay stretched out. Grabbing the lube from under the sink to apply to the plug. I gently pushed it inside the warmth of satisfaction, and wholeness returned.
Mommy sat down on the couch next to her daughter, her pride and joy. She straddled Mommy, her fingers digging into the straps of her corset. I could hear the moment their lips touched; the sounds of pleasure were palpable.
Mommy's arms wrapped around my sister, pulling her in violently. My sister's perfectly toned, beautiful naked body was glued to Mommy's bright red latex. She wrapped her legs around Mommy's waist. Rubbing her tits against Mommy's smooth second skin.
I could hear when she unzipped the catsuit's crotch. She started to rub mommy's clit. The moans got louder, despite being muffled by each other's lips. Then the couch started creaking, my sister was rubbing her pussy against Mommy's leg.
I started to walk over to my room to change into my uniform for Tom. When I heard the doorbell chime, I froze in terror. I heard the creaking on the couch stop, and hurried footsteps, presumably my sister running over to the door to greet Tom.
"Come down, honey," Mommy called.
I walked down still naked, although this wasn't embarrassing anymore; I am used to Tom seeing my tiny, frail body. Normally, I would be in a humiliating outfit. I now felt comfortable being exposed around my family. I know they want what is good for me, even when I don't like it. My nipples were fully erect, my clitty was hard.
"You are never this excited for me," Tom exclaimed, "She's become such a good girl." Seeing my firm clit.
My sister had jumped onto Tom, arms wrapped around his neck. Mommy had her hand groping Tom's cock, gently rubbing his tip through his pants. She leaned in and kissed Tom on the lips. While they were exchanging pleasantries, I walked over and knelt next to them.
"Why didn't you change?" My sister barked at me.
"She was too busy wasting your juices," Mommy claimed affectionately, "But we will punish her for that, darling."
"Are we still going out to dinner tonight?" Tom asked.
"Please, can we go out, Mommy?" My sister asked with puppy eyes.
"Should we take you with us?" Mommy asked, staring at me.
"We should take her with," Tom said, smirking, "but we should also take some toys with us."
"Should we change her?" Mommy asks, pausing briefly, "Or should we take her out like this?"
Tom took out two remote vibrators and handed them to Mommy. She took one and pushed it into my sister's mouth, gently swabbing it around to cover it in saliva, before inserting it into her own pussy the pink tail sticking out. Mommy put lube on the other one, gesturing for me to bend over. I felt the vibrator getting pushed into my hole. Tom took out the remotes and gave one to my sister.
She pushed the button. I felt an intense feeling on my prostate, a slight gasp of pleasure left my lips.
Tom pressed his button, and Mommy started smiling, exclaming, "Don't be too naughty tonight, honey. I don't want to soak my panties." Tom laughed.
In the bedroom, Mommy pulled up my panties; she chose the grey ones, telling me she wanted to see how much I leaked. I changed into the rest of my clothes, my skirt, and a crop top. My bra, Mommy, specifically got this one to make my boobs look bigger. When dressed up, I look like a real girl. I feel aroused, wondering if people are attracted to me.
Tom complimented me, "I'm getting hard looking at you."
Mommy had changed into her elegant black dress. She had put on pasties; her panties were deep red. If she uncrossed her legs, you could see her panties vaguely masking her slit. She wanted to show Tom how wet the vibrator made her.
My sister wanted to see me tormented even in public. She wore a matching black set of a thong and a bralette. She was wearing blue jeans and a crop top to obscure her perfect body from mine or any other lustful gaze.
In the Uber to the restaurant, Mommy grabbed my hand and guided it up her dress, running them softly against the smooth, delicate skin of her thighs. I felt the dampness of her panties and the tail of the vibrator peaking up in front of her clit. She was smiling, she let go, and I gently started rubbing her clit through her panties. I was sitting in the middle seat, and Mommy was behind the driver's seat. I saw the driver glancing in the mirror.
I felt the vibrator when it went off I also felt Mommy's body shake, the gentle trembling in her legs, the subtle change in her breathing. I was straining in my cage. I could also feel my panties becoming damp. I was being edged by my sister, a tiny dribble of cum leaving my clitty. I would have to clean them by licking out the cum.
The restaurant was a fancy place, lots of plants, candles on the table, the classy people enjoying their food, too indulged to notice anything other than their world. I still feel embarrassed being seen dressed up.
"A table for 4?" the waiter asked.
"Yes, please," Mommy responded.
The waiter led us to the table, and as I walked through, I wondered if anyone else had toys in them. Anyone else hiding their dark fantasies in plain sight? The table was against the wall. Mommy and I sat on the leather-padded couch against the wall. Tom and my sister are sitting in the chairs opposite us.
"Do you want to order drinks?" the waiter asked.
"I'm going to have a vodka martini, and she will have a Cosmopolitan," Mommy said gently.
"I'll have a glass of Merlot," My sister said, giggling.
"I'll have the house beer," Tom said.
"Great, I'll get those for you." The waiter said, writing the order down before leaving.
Mommy made eye contact with Tom before lifting up her dress. Tom pressed the remote and made Mommy squirm in her chair. I was trying to distract myself, all I could think about was mommy's pussy, her neatly groomed bush, and the drips of pussy juice hanging on.
When we got out of the Uber, Tom was cradling my sister; their lips were inseparable, loud groans of pleasure emanating from them. "Go up to my room," mommy ordered me.
Mommy's room was a dungeon with bondage chains, frames to tie me to, and her collection of vibrators and torture instruments on the dresser. Mommy walked in behind me, slapping my ass as she walked passed, before grabbing a clear rubber dildo. She pushed the base of the dildo over my cage and pulled my balls through a hole in the dildo. It was tight and caused a small pain in my pathetic balls.
Mommy then lay down on the bed. She was drunk, she pulled her dress up, revealing her panties that were dark and gripping to her pussy. You could see her bush through them, the elegant slit of her pussy quietly peaking through.
"Mommy, I need to be punished," I mumbled
"What for?" Mommy roared.
"I had an accident in my panties," I said, looking down at the floor.
"That's because of Tom; he will punish you for that, baby," mommy cooed. "Now come fuck me." She pulled up her dress, revealing her pasties on her perfect, firm tits, before pulling off her panties. I pulled down my skirt and dropped it on the floor.
I walked to the edge of the bed, gripping my rubber cock I placed the tip on her sopping pussy lips.
"It's okay, darling, just push it in," Mommy said. "I promise this isn't a trick to get you punished."
She raised her legs, placing them over my shoulders, and I thrust the dildo into her. She gasped with pleasure.
The door swung open, slamming into the wall. It was Tom and my sister.
"What the fuck are you doing?" my sister roared, "If Mommy wants to be fucked she can just ask Tom, someone with a real cock."
"A real cock makes me feel so sexy, it means I can still make men cum" Mommy whimpered.
"Tie yourself to the table now!" My sister sternly ordered, "And take that pathetic toy off."
I pulled the dildo off my cage before walking to the bench, tying my ankles down first, then my left wrist, before waiting for my mistress to come and tie my other hand down. Everyone's glare was tied to me. My sister grabbed my hand roughly and tied the rope around it, tighter than normal. I knew she was trying to give me rope burns, a symbol, a reminder of what happens if I misbehave.
"I can't believe that you would take advantage of our mother like that," my sister tutted. While grabbing the squirt bottle full of lube off the bedside table
She ripped the vibrator out. I felt a tiny drop of lube in my asshole. My sister pulled on a strap-on harness and grabbed a huge purple dildo, and shoved it into my mouth. I desperately tried to take as much as I could to try to reduce the pain.
"You think I don't know you are trying to lube it?" my sister smirked before forcing the dildo down my throat. I began gagging on it. She ripped it out and attached it to her harness. She waltzed around the bench to my hole. I twitched as I felt the dildo's head on my hole. I was unprepared for her thrust, forcing the dildo in.
Mommy and Tom were cuddling on the bed before Mom got up and walked over to my head. I was looking straight up at her pussy, the hole I came out of, the hole I have been desperate to go back into. She sat down on my face. I opened my mouth to start licking. I was unprepared for the torrent of piss that came out.
I could faintly taste alcohol in her nectar. I heard a moan of relief come from Mommy. Felt a sensation building up in my caged clitty, I was about to cum. The dildo on my prostate, the warm embrace of my mother's thighs, as I was drinking her piss.
The tails of a flogger landed on my tummy. It was too much; I felt the squirt of cum go into my panties. I started shaking and choking on mommy's piss.
"I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CUM!" my sister screamed. The anger in her voice was the scariest thing I have ever heard.