My Brother’s Toy

Part 11

By Solomon

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

Mandy woke me in the morning and asked me to make sure Fag was at the bottom of the bed. I checked to see that he was there and curled up in a fetal position. There was little doubt as to why he would assume that position after all he had gone through last night. And when I resumed my place next to Mandy, everything came flooding back to me. I had thought that my life had changed as much as it could, but now that Fag was in training to join my side, I saw that there had been a lot more to go. I was going to miss Joey for all the wild times we had over the summer. I would never forget how he had started my journey into the D/s culture and what I owed him for that adventure. If not for him, Mandy probably never would have revealed to me her secret desire to have me. Maybe she would have made a pass at me, to which I would have quickly put down, but I’m sure she never would have gone as far as to see me as her submissive. When I looked down at my left breast to see my new cuffs hanging from the side of it, I began seeing them as my wedding band just as Mandy had declared them to be. I was beginning to see them as pretty cute and wildly erotic as I wondered how impossible it might be to expose my chest in the way Mandy had dictated. Remembering that damn needle as it was jabbed through my once perfect skin brought the pain of it back to mind. Then, just as quickly I remembered the feeling of coming to grips with that cold steel hanging from me as sexually titillating and even the most precious gift anyone ever gave me. My owner had taken care of me enough to let me know that she would always be there to relish my servitude. My cuffs were truly representative of what we now shared. And their placement was just as perfect as they screamed out how my body parts were now hers to enjoy as she saw fit.

The day pretty much started out as I had thought it would with me being all but joined at the hip with Mandy as we worked in tandem to permanently alter my brother’s life. I saw what Mandy felt when it came to the euphoric power that dominating someone held. I wasn’t nearly as strong willed as she was, because I still felt pity at moments over what we were doing to Fag. Even his new name seemed cruel to me at times. I would catch glimpses of his face during the day whenever we went overboard with its use and to see how it affected him was sometimes hard to take. Luckily, one of the first things we did was to find a way to mediate his names in a way that would assure him that he now lived in two worlds, at least as soon as his training was over; and that training would be over as soon as he proved his loyalty to Mandy on his own. My conversion had been punctuated with my asking for punishment and drinking from Mandy of my own volition. I wondered how long Fag might hold out. Being a guy I naturally assumed that he would take twice as long to turn completely as it had taken me, though when I thought about it, Mandy had successfully planned things out so well that I saw him surpassing me in many areas. Using her litany of emasculatory procedures to defrock his manhood really seemed to work amazingly well. I guess it was using the very thing that made him so strong, as a weapon to demoralize him, was also why it proved so effective. As they say, the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

To make sure Fag didn’t forget his new status, Mandy made sure to remind him first thing. He was awakened by me placing his new black vinyl dog collar around his neck. It wasn’t close to passable as something he might wear among the town folk without them catching on to his life style immediately, so I was again thankful that Mandy saw that and soon declared how she would have to find a better one later on. As soon as the collar was around his neck, we dragged him to his feet and rushed downstairs to the shower. He knew full well what was coming for him since he had often done this to me and mildly fought us as we sought to control his flailing around. Mandy finally got him trapped in the corner of the shower and with a good deal of effort, managed to get her crotch positioned over his head. I had a hold of his hair while trying to take away his fight for her, and when her urine began to cascade down onto his face I saw his reluctance to be claimed again melt away. There really wasn’t anything he could do about it now anyways; his ass was owned and now it was just a matter of him learning to accept that future.

When his eyes were soaked and they began stinging, he fought us again and Mandy told me to take a turn as she replaced my hands in his hair. Unlike the night before when I was half asleep and wasted, this time I was getting the full enjoyment of this act. Working to get my body in position over Fag sent a shudder through me that was electrifying. Seeing him cower knowing that his once submissive sister was now doing to him as he had done to me so many times was a study in true D/s. When I began pissing on him I couldn’t help but remember what he had done to me the morning before, and that made it very pleasurable seeing him sputtering and gasping for air under my torrent of morning pee. The surge of power I felt over him kept me trying my hardest to squeeze out several last spurts to really rub it in to him.

The rest of Sunday was spent between us girls learning all sorts of new bondage positions to use on Fag, finding what verbal assaults worked best to control his actions the most effectively, and showing him what it was like to have pictures and videos taken of him in his trussed up positions. Several goals were set for him that seemed very appropriate so as to give him incentive to move forward. For instance, though he would be forced to eat both our pussies daily, he wasn’t allowed to fuck either of us. We both found it weirdly erotic to watch him masturbate, so each day after supper he was forced to entertain us by jerking himself off. It never seemed to get easier for him being on display like that, but that was the point. At first he had to cum in his hand and was forced to eat his own sperm as we watched, then towards the end of the week we had him cumming into or onto something to eat it with; such as in pudding.

Mandy decided that in public his new name would be Jojo. It held a dubious task in that even my mom wouldn’t see it as much more than an affectionate change to Joey, however, it held that feminine quality to it that would always remind him of what he was to Mandy. The few times we had been alone without Mandy present, I tried getting from him his story of how he had started liking guys, and if what Mandy was doing to him was entirely forced. I guess he thought I was spying for her and didn’t say much of anything. So, since he wouldn’t talk to me, I went off repeatedly on how greatly it turned me on to see him blowing those four men. And I made sort of a loose promise to myself that until he was willing to talk to me that I was going to take every opportunity to rub that word into his face that really seemed to hit home; cocksucker. Just the look on his face as I called him it proved that he was entirely new to at least the aspect of giving blowjobs. Maybe he had been doing it for a long time, but he certainly hadn’t come to terms with his desire to please men yet.

Mandy was getting crap from her parents over how little time she was sleeping at home, so at the close of the week she informed me that handling my brother for at least the next week would fall on my shoulders. I promised to keep him on track, but that was when I was told that I would also be going back to my more normal routine as a submissive to the both of them. At least, that would be getting phased in. It seemed like she was going to reward Fag by allowing him to have me back when she wasn’t around. I was a little depressed with that idea since I had been having so much pleasure as her sidekick, but when she added that I was also going to rule over my brother from time to time even after he was fully on board, I saw it as having the best of both worlds. And those new worlds started on Friday night. My mom would be coming home Saturday morning, so Mandy was interested in getting us back to normal so that she wouldn’t see a difference in our behavior towards each other. She left us Friday afternoon with very distinct instructions for our behavior and when she informed Fag how he had been so good for us during the week that he was going to be allowed to dominate me each night after six o’clock, I finally saw him smile for the first time since his demise as Joey. He was giving full rights to do as he pleased with me as long as he didn’t go overboard, and that included being able to fuck me again. When I heard that, I shot a look of horror towards Mandy. First, he hadn’t had the right to fuck all week so I assumed that she would want to be the first to get one. And secondly, he hadn’t fucked anyone all week. Combined with wanting retribution for what I had been doing to him, being involved sexually with us but not being able to cum without his own hand, and knowing how horny that pecker of his had to be, I was almost scared to be left alone with him. When I exclaimed my fears to her privately, she snickered and told me she knew all that, and was relying on those elements to be my reward for having helped her so well. She proclaimed that I should be walking bowlegged by the time she saw me the next day.

The second Mandy walked out our door, Jojo turned vicious. The look on his face scared the hell out of me and he immediately grabbed my wrist and dragged me up the stairs to his bedroom. I wanted to fuck my brother again, but not when his mind was still raging as clearly as it was now. In the past I had been ordered to strip, but this time he began tugging at my clothes in a madman fashion. When I tried to control his hands from ripping them away, he bull rushed me onto the bed and forcefully stripped every stitch of clothing off me. When he was done, he sat back and stared at the cuffs on my boob. I saw his true emotions over that jewelry and he absolutely hated to see it there. I had no idea that he had seen it as a constant reminder of how Mandy had stolen me away from him. He was jealous! I guess I couldn’t blame him; I had been rubbing my new ownership in his face all week.

The one thing I knew for sure was that Jojo was ready to fuck the shit out of me. When he ripped his shirt off, I expected it to happen immediately, but he had obviously been thinking of how he would pay me back all week. When he turned back towards me, he had a pair of handcuffs in his hand and I freaked. He was a beast that wanted to ring my neck. We had sort of role played him raping me in the past, but the look in his eyes made it clear that this was no role playing. When he came at me with the cuffs, I kicked at him and warned him that our owner wouldn’t be pleased if he hurt me. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear right then and I felt stupid saying it. It became a real battle trying to keep him from cuffing my hand to his bedpost, but he was easily capable of getting it done eventually. The moment I was successfully restrained by one arm, I gave up and Jojo seethed over my disrespect to his command over me. It suddenly occurred to me that he was right. Mandy had given me back to him for the nights, and it had been a week since I had to show him any respect. My mind slowly melted into the persona that I had once been accustomed to, but I knew I was still going to have to fight my brother to keep him under control enough to keep him from hurting me. Obviously, he wanted to rape me. Not just have sex, but he wanted to force it on me. I loved the pounding he normally gave me, but now I had to wonder if there had been anything held back before.

I soon learned of his contempt for my working with Mandy when he fell on top of me, pulled me down into a lying position, and came at me with his teeth bared. I thought he would bite my nipple off when he went for my boob, but he grabbed the cuffs in his teeth and tugged at them. He wasn’t trying to pull them off me, he just seemed so irritated by them being there that he wanted to gnash at them with his teeth. All his tugging at them was hurting the barely healed over wound of the piercing and I winced in pain. When he finally realized that he couldn’t hurt them without facing Mandy’s wrath, he sat back and gave my boob a hardy slap from the outside. It was nothing compared to what Mandy did to me, but was more to indicate that that boob had disappointed him.

Jojo left me there as I heard him going into the basement. Several minutes later he returned with another set of handcuffs, two pieces of rope, and a plastic cover sheet. I had my free hand handcuffed to the opposite bedpost before I realized what the plastic sheet was all about, and I had to wonder what was going through his mind. Every time I tried to ask him a question, I was threatened with a backhand. I wisely learned to keep quiet. He worked the sheet under me and I knew what he was planning, but why this was his mission seemed more complicated. When he was done restraining me, he left the room again and when he returned this time he had a two quart soda bottle of water with him and his video camera.

I watched him setting up the camera and couldn’t believe he would videotape me repeating the most embarrassing moment of my life. When the camera was set perfectly and turned on, he came over to me with the water bottle and smiled a huge grin as he placed the throat of the bottle to my lips and demanded sternly for me to drink it. I wanted to beg him not to do this to me, but to keep from spilling the water all over me I took the entire top into my mouth to control the flow. He held the bottle straight into the air and ordered me to empty the bottle. I knew there was no way I could do that, but under his threats I began drinking what I could as he worked his hand over my throat to force an involuntary reaction to swallow. I choked several times, but until he had managed to force me to drink half the bottle he wasn’t satisfied. When he finally took the bottle away, I worked to get my mouth to beg him to take me right then. I figured that the water would take a while to work, but he saw what I was doing and just laughed at me.

Next came the ropes. He worked my legs one at a time up close to the bedposts and tied me up so that my butt was pulled into the air and my hands could touch my toes. In this position I wouldn’t be able to prevent any tiny thing from happening. He grabbed at my cuffs again as if he wanted to rip them off my breast, and then went downstairs. I heard him turn on the television and knew I would be trussed up this way for a while until the water worked its magic. I thought about peeing on purpose to prevent his desired filming, but I knew that would just delay the inevitable.

A half hour later he came back to me to see me twisting against my bonds over the need to pee badly. He pushed on my bladder several times to cause me to react. I tried begging him not to do this to me, but all I got in return was, “I bet you wish you were nicer to me now. It’s your turn to be humiliated now, at my hands.”

I looked at his bare chest and how it had always appeared so manly to me before. I knew now that his newest role would be as a toy for other men to enjoy as a source of pleasure for our owner and wondered how such a perfectly chiseled torso of a man in the making could so willingly suck the cocks of men for pleasure. He may have been forced into it, but there was no denying that he had been willing to a huge degree to comply. Jojo took his pants and underwear off as he continued to stare at the object of his hatred; Mandy’s wedding ring I wore so profoundly off the inside of my boob. I knew I would have to tell her how he reacted to it later on; I was hoping that I would get that chance soon. I hoped that she would be able to simmer him down over it so I wouldn’t have to fear him anymore.

I tried one last time to keep him from doing what he had in mind. “Please, Jojo, don’t do this. It’s so fucking humiliating for me. I swear I’ll be nicer to you in the future… please?”

“Jojo? What happened to Fag, you little bitch? You like those names? You don’t think they embarrass the fuck out of me? You’re trying to beg me to leave you alone, but you’re still using that effeminate version of my name? I’ll show you what’s fucking embarrassing.”

I hadn’t thought about how Mandy had come up with Jojo because it did have that very effeminate touch to it. I tried frantically to explain, “But you know I have to do that. If Mandy finds out I’m calling you Joey, I’ll get punished. Those names were her idea; I just have to obey her.”

I hadn’t made anything better at all. He rubbed his fingers through my gaping pussy and easily slid several fingers into me. Even that was too much for my now ready to empty bladder. When he ran his hand over my upper mons area, I twisted as much as I could to get away from it. The evil look on my brother’s face as he took his position between my legs told me I had no chance of ending this. I took another look at the red light of the camcorder and wanted to die. I saw his cock was like a steel rod and knew it was hard more over his pleasure in demeaning me than because he just wanted to fuck me. Or better said, rape me.

In the D/s world, the word rape isn’t used as most of society would take it as, but rather to describe the submissive’s inability to physically stop it. Whether because of restraints or just the physical inability to prevent it, it was termed as rape to mostly inflame the mind of the sub. In the D/s culture, there was no real rape. Even a court of law would have to agree that despite the circumstances, that a sub was a voluntary position that knew what they were getting into and had given up their legal claim to say “no” as part of their position. Whether I was taken by my Dominate or handed over for the use of another person, I had agreed to their title to make those decisions for me. But even more powerful than the law was the fact that in the D/s culture, about the most sinful thing a sub could do would be to snub the authority of the culture itself and deny their role as a sex toy for any reason. And then there was what was about to happen to me. Jojo wanted his revenge, and making me hurt mentally was well within his rights as my temporary Dominate. I knew the sex would be rough, but that would be nothing next to what he really wanted from me.

I felt his cock sliding very easily into me and tried as hard as I could to stem the flow I knew would eventually come. Jojo had one other hold over me now and when he made it a demand of Didi, I instantly had to try my best to obey him.

“You’re mine again bitch and Didi had better own up to it. You don’t hold it until I cum, I’ll be showing this tape to every fucking person I know.”

With that he began stabbing me hard and deep to torment my bladder more than anything. When I was first taken by Mandy I had wished to be in the safe hands of my brother, but now I was wishing for Mandy to save me from him. I endured a vicious pounding for several minutes and when I was nearly out of my mind over the unbearable pain of having to urinate so badly, I begged him to finish with me quickly; but in a very wrong way.

“Please, just cum already… I can’t hold it any longer. Please Fag, just do it.”

Even before he had time to react, I knew I had blown it hugely by calling him by his sub name. Worst of all, it was belittling the very manhood he had been trying to take back. That caused him to fly into a rage and I was bewildered when he immediately pulled out of me. But when I felt the head of his cock poking at my bottom, I really went crazy.

“No, no… no, Jojo, not there. I didn’t mean to call you that. You know I don’t do that, please.”

“When you were mine I told you I wouldn’t touch your ass,” he grabbed my left tit really hard until I could feel my cuffs bulging out and added, “but now it’s gonna be mine.”

I gasped as I felt him pushing extremely hard at my butt hole. I tried clenching to prevent him from penetrating me, but with a strong second effort, I felt his cock ripping into my ass. I screamed out over the pain of losing my virginity in that area and felt tears rolling down my face. I had never been fucked in the ass before and never even had a desire to try it. Now it was his for the taking and when he began fucking wildly at it, I thought my muscles would rip apart trying to prevent it.

I was pissed that he was raping me there and finally flew into my own rage. Even as I unleashed the most contemptible words I could muster I knew I was only making things worse for me, but I needed to lash out in the only way left to me.

“You fucking faggot. Why you doing this to me? I’m not a fucking guy. Stop it… stop it now.”

As anyone overlooking the situation might see, I was my own worst enemy, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Why are you doing this? I’m not the faggot, you fucking asshole. Is that what’s pissing you off? You want to take it out on me because I caught you sucking guys’ cocks? You don’t think I know how much you like doing that? I saw you cumming… I saw you cumming.”

“Yeah, I’m the fucking faggot, but you’re the one getting your ass raped now bitch. How you like that?” He grabbed my tit so hard that I thought his fingers would tear my skin. “I guess you liked that, huh? You liked watching those guys fucking my face that much, well now you pay. And if you don’t hold it, you’ll be so fucking sorry.”

His last threat echoed in my head over what he could do to me. I clamped down so hard on my muscles to prevent my accidently letting go of my pee that my ass hurt twice as much as he slammed into me over and over. I was reduced to nothing more than a collection of holes waiting to explode. When I finally saw signs that he was ready to cum, I begged him to hurry. My mind went into a haze of blindness trying to wait just a few more seconds, but then I felt one hard squirt explode from me.

“I can’t hold it any longer… it’s coming now.”

I felt my muscles trying to obey my mind, but twice more I felt hard squirts escaping from my body. And then Jojo slammed hard into my ass really deep and I felt his warming sensation just as my body gave out. He lifted himself up to look down at my crotch while he continued emptying his load of semen into my ass, and I saw my body go into complete failure as a stream of urine rushed from me onto my brothers mons area. I barely caught a look at my brother’s face, but it was very apparent that he was getting what he wanted. A steady stream ran out of me as he kept stiffening his cock still buried in my ass. I tried to stop my involuntary urination, but my muscles were so sore that I couldn’t tighten them at all once they had given up on me and I watched in total humiliation as my stream just kept coming and coming. Even when my bladder was emptying, I still couldn’t stop the flow. I saw me running out and the stream slowing down, and I wondered if I would ever be able to stop it ever again. Jojo pushed away from my body and took a swat at my piercing to take one last shot at me. Feeling his cock slide out of me was a heavenly feeling.

I would never be able to understand completely why Jojo did this to me. I kept trying to catch my breath as he leisurely grabbed his new video of me in the most embarrassing moment of my life. Not only had he forced me to lose control of my bladder a second time, perhaps the hardest part for me to deal with, but he had raped my ass and had me nearly hogtied as he did it all. He was laughing all the time and when he left with the tape I screamed for him to release me first. Since my ass was still in the air, only my lower back was sitting in my enormous puddle, but my arms and legs were sore, along with my left boob which already felt disfigured. I could see bruises already forming from his fingers and wondered how he would explain that to Mandy. Most troubling of all, I could tell my butt hole hadn’t closed up entirely. I could feel the air still telling me that my muscles had been so assaulted that they were taking their time coming back to life.

The shower told me that my brother wouldn’t be back for several minutes at least, and I became infuriated all over. I wished that I had done more to him for what he had now done to me. There were so many more things I wished I had said to him. One thing was for sure; I was going to berate his homosexual leanings even more whenever I had the chance, which was odd considering how he had just proven to still be a very virulent male.

It was another ten minutes before my brother sauntered back upstairs and finally released me. I wanted to spit in his face, but until sunup I was still under his dominance and feared things getting out of hand. There was no way I would hide what he did to me from Mandy. Although, thinking about telling her the lurid details made me rethink that idea. I had always considered anal sex as abhorrent and dirty, not to mention having to tell her how humiliating I found it to wet myself like that. It was weird that I found peeing in the backyard at night when neighbors could possibly see me on my collar and leash as okay, yet so fucking embarrassing having it forced from me like Jojo had done, and the way he did it. Remembering how it felt to half squat with my hands on the ground as a female dog to pee even stimulated me to some extent, but losing control during sex was so much different for me.

Later that night, Jojo fucked me again right in the living room where anyone might be able to look in the windows and see us. I had been forced over the back of the overstuffed chair and treated as nothing but a hole for him to use. At least he didn’t hit the wrong one this time. And when we both calmed down just before midnight, he brought me to the basement and showed me what it had been like for him to be assaulted while cuffed to that tee gismo. He went easy on me and I saw that his infuriation with me was subsiding. As soon as he was done feeding me, I just had to ask him two questions. The first was about his sperm and how and why it changed during his intimate events with men. He had no answer for that, but agreed that cumming at the hands of Jacob felt dramatically different in every way. He also didn’t know why it was happening without using his hand like it had.

My second question that I asked was clearly troublesome for him. I wanted to know why the men had dropped those dollar bills at him last week. Mandy wouldn’t tell me yet, but she had impressed the reason on Jojo. It seemed like a burden he wanted to get off his chest. He began freeing my arms as he told me what she had told him.

“She turned me into a fucking prostitute… it was to pay me. The dollar was to… to show me what I was worth to her. You happy? Now I’m just a cheap fucking male whore.”

I hugged him and told him that I was sorry that she had done that, but it really didn’t matter in the end. I told him how I knew he liked what had happened, albeit certainly a head trip for him the way it happened, but I knew he was going to enjoy our new life with Mandy as soon as he really accepted her dominance over him. He pushed me away to look into my eyes as his lips pursed and he bristled in anger over what I had said. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop her though, so it was just a matter now of him making peace with it.

We slept together for the first time in a week that night and nearly got caught in his bed together the next morning by our mother. Luckily she called out to us and then went to the kitchen to check for us there. That gave me just enough time to make it back to my room. I threw on some clothes and went down to meet her. I rushed to use the bathroom and realized that the top I had grabbed was very skimpy and nearly see-thru. When I looked at my piercing I wanted to pull it out until I changed shirts, but that would be denying Mandy of her place. I decided to try to sneak past mom and hoped not to be seen by her. No such luck though.

As I passed the living room, she came out to greet me. She asked about how everything had been going and I crossed my arms trying to hide my cuffs. I made a little small talk with her until I saw her eyes target my chest. She kept talking and when she asked about how Mandy was doing, I remembered her warning about testing me. Had she somehow tricked my mom into doing that for her? After a few more benign questions, she looked at my boobs again and I wanted to die when she asked what she was looking at through my top. I told her it was a piercing and when she bit her lip in despair that I had marked myself in that way, I tried calming her down. When she asked to know what the jewelry was, I was left no escape avenue. I lifted my shirt up over my boobs to show her. Mom had probably only seen my boobs twice since they had grown and those times were both accidents. To have her lean in to examine my cuffs was ultra embarrassing for me, but when she stood back again and I dropped my shirt, she blew my mind.

“Oh, honey, why there? And why handcuffs? That had to hurt like hell. How long have you had that there? And those bruises?”

I told her I was fine and how it was only a week old. I had hoped that would also satisfy her questioning of the very bruising that Jojo had left on me the night before. I explained away the cuffs as simply something I found cool. Explaining the location was much harder because I didn’t know of any way to tell her that she would believe. She asked to see it again to make sure my hole had healed over properly and this time it was easier to lift my shirt. Seeing her caring more about the quality of my “pervert piercer” made me feel less self conscious about showing her my boobs.

“I heard about girls piercing their nipples, and other places, but I never took you for one of them. Oh, well, there you go. I’ll never figure out why the hell you put it there though. Aren’t you afraid it’ll get caught on your clothes? At least if you had put it on your nipple you would only have to worry about what kind of bra you wore.” She laughed and added, “That’s right, you don’t like wearing those awful things. Honey, you shouldn’t worry about how big they are, you look beautiful with them just the way they are now.”

Since she had just seen them up close twice, I had to believe she really meant that, but she had two cup sixes on me and hers had that gentle sag to them that guys love. I barely had enough to stick out, let alone enough to bellow out at the bottom. Jojo came down the stairs and he took her attention away from me. I was thankful to get away from her probing questions. I started to change my top, but when I realized she had already seen the worse, I figured, “What the hell!”

The next time I saw mom she was getting some of the things together that she had left behind. She wanted some of her clothes and stuff that I had borrowed and never given back and I told her I would get them later. My failure to get them when asked would haunt me soon enough. Mandy called and invited me out to go shopping with her and I headed out the door. A part of me wanted to tell her what her other property had done to me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to admit those things to her. Either way, I should have done my chores first.

At supper mom loved how my cooking was improving, but when she heard me referring to my brother as Jojo, she wanted to know why I had called him that. We both choked and I finally came up with, “We’re just getting along so well lately that I sort of use that as a pet name. It annoys him, but too bad.” I laughed at the near truth of my words, but Jojo didn’t see it as being so funny. Mom reminded me of the shoes and a couple pieces of jewelry that she had asked for and I told her I would get them after supper. I again failed to follow through on that promise.

Mandy called me to her house the next morning and I ran off to meet her. Her parents were gone for a short time and she wanted my closeness. I loved hearing that and rushed over to find that she wanted me to make love to her pussy in the worst way. She was mad that her romp with Jacob to embarrass my brother had to be delayed because he had other things to do and promised me that she would be coming over as soon as possible. I reminded her that my mom was visiting and she was so brazen as to say that we could all go to the basement for enough time to work on my brother’s further emasculation. When her parents came back, I skipped out the door so fast I didn’t have time to even wash my face. I headed back home smelling her scent overpowering every other scent on the walk. I went directly to my room to get a fresh halter top since mine also now smelled like Mandy’s crotch, and flipped out when I saw my mom on her knees with her head in my closet. When I moved closer to her, I could see she was looking at the photos my brother had taken of me months earlier. They were in her hand and the look on her face as she turned to see I was there made me want to cry. She had to be hurt to see her precious daughter in those sick positions of bondage. To my surprise, that wasn’t the first thing she talked about.

“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry honey. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this. I just wanted… needed, to get my shoes.” She looked at the pictures still in her hands and back at me. “Please tell me that you’re okay. Were these… did you let these be taken of you, or is there something more I need to know? Please tell me you’re okay.”

Seeing that mom had more concern over my safety than hurt that I would allow such photos to be taken of me, comforted me greatly. I told her over and over that the pictures were harmless and that she didn’t have to worry about me. I watched her place the pictures back into the shoebox and carefully put them back exactly the way she had found them. I was trying to figure out a way of explaining them so that she wouldn’t figure out that it was my own brother that had taken them, but all I drew was a total blank slate of fear. Finally, mom took control of the issue, and literally blew my mind.

After swearing repeatedly that she hadn’t been snooping, she begged respectfully for just enough information to assure her that I hadn’t been a victim. When I saw that that was her main focus, I eventually lied and told her that I had known the pictures were going to be taken during a sexual encounter with a boyfriend. And she probably would have left it at that if not for catching a glance of my chest and its new adornment. I saw her eyeing my boob and realized too late that she was putting way too many things together. Again, I feared that she would think about how Jojo might fit into all this, and began a new search of my mind for any plausible explanation.

“Oh, my… is this, I mean… does that piercing… and these pictures… all have to do with the same guy? There’s more to this than I thought, isn’t there?”

I hesitated as long as humanly possible and just long enough to find out that my mom knew a lot more about the D/s thing than I ever would have imagined. She didn’t know it by the name that I was use to hearing, but she did realize that the two bits of evidence pointed to what turned out to be something that had hit pretty close to home with her a time or two. As she began telling me about her first experience with a male that wanted to dominate her, I saw a devilish new side to her that no one would ever believe. The look in her eye as she described how nearly every girl/woman would foray into some area of submissive behavior some time in their sex life really made me wonder just how far she had gone. She told me about how she had even liked getting “restrained” a few times during sex to heighten her climax. However, the vanilla part of my mom came back when she proclaimed her fear. It seems that the guy she had been referring to had wanted to brand her in some way that would have been obvious to the public, to which she wouldn’t elaborate, and had freaked her out so badly that she dumped him at the first chance. Seeing my straight-laced mother talking about being some man’s plaything was humbling to say the least, but it also made me very comfortable in talking with her more broadly about the D/s culture I had become involved with over the past few months.

Our talk stayed quite generalized, but in depth enough so that I placated her fears over what I was involved in so that she finally ended the subject and left my room. It had been a couple of weeks since I had seen those pictures myself, so I got down and browsed them quickly from what I would have to assume would be the way my mom would have seen them. If it were my daughter in those pictures, I would have probably freaked out ten times worse. I looked at the one that showed my pussy in all its glory and wanted to die from the humiliation over my total exposure.

There was one thing about my mother that I could rely on for the most part; once she had made her point about something, she would let it go. Our new secret made the rest of the morning and afternoon fly by as we caught up about everything we had missed from each other’s lives the past two months. We stayed away from the D/s subject entirely to keep the girl talk flowing, but eventually she came onto the subject of Mandy. Jojo had confided to her that he had been “tapping” her occasionally and asked me how I felt about him doing that to my best friend. I lied and told her that as long as I didn’t hear about the details, I really didn’t care. I had hoped that would end the topic, but evidently I had placed an unintentional tell onto my face and saw my mom catch it. Turning away quickly told her I’d rather not talk about it and she was kind enough to leave it alone.

Mandy came prancing through our door, without knocking, and was in that devilish mood that told me she was up to something of great importance in her role over my brother and me. It would have been impossible for mom to miss the wild eyes she flashed my way and I should have suspected something when after going to the bathroom Mandy sent me off to the store for some drinks. I would have told her that there were plenty in the fridge, but I was more afraid of her dressing me down over perceived belligerence in front of my mom, so I headed off to the store to do as I was told.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Now, you are going to get an option here that is true to my weird side of writing outside the box. I am starting a spinoff to this story for two reasons: First, I have had so much feedback on this story that I wanted to expand the scope of the D/s realm, and secondly, I wanted to separate this one story into two secretive worlds. Hit on the link at the end of this chapter to take a peek of what it’ll be like as I add chapters. Hope you enjoy!

Back to the story…

When I got back from the store and went to put the sodas into the fridge, I felt uneasiness in the house between Mandy and mom. Their easy going chitchat seemed to end as soon as I got there. I figured it probably had been something about Mandy and Jojo and what was going on between them, but since there was no serious look of shock on mom’s face, I felt secure in the fact that Mandy couldn’t have revealed much of the truth. I had to rethink how my owner was interacting with mom however when she stepped out of her role as my girlfriend and all but ordered my mom to get ready for a night out with her friends. Maybe she couldn’t see that she had slipped into her Dominating role for that one instance, but the questioning look on my mom’s face told me she had picked up on it as well. Mom was cool though and I guess she assumed that Mandy had some major gossip to tell me and did exactly as she had suggested to her.

It turned out that there was some major news she wanted to dish out and it was that Jacob was coming over in an hour or so. As she told me her plans for the night, I wasn’t sure at first if she was more excited over the prospects of digging her way under my brother’s skin, or getting laid by another guy. For a moment I felt bad over what she was going to do to Jojo, I mean Fag, however after remembering how he had purposely abused me in such a humiliating way two nights earlier, those thoughts were quickly replaced with her acknowledgement that I would be attending the event. I never told Mandy before, but I had often fantasized what it would be like to watch her fucking a guy. In the past it usually involved some totally faceless stranger, or more recently my brother, but since I knew a little about Jacob I was becoming very excited over the idea of seeing my best friend getting fucked. Becoming a voyeur to such intimate behavior had me wetting my shorts. Just thinking about how she would look on her back pulling that man’s ass into her was unbelievably hot. Poor Fag, this was not going to be easy for him to watch.

On her way out the door, my mom gave me a quick peck on the cheek to say goodbye, a somewhat stern look at Mandy as if to tell her to behave out of her presence, and turned to leave. Mandy was randy, for sure.

“Awwee, I don’t get a kiss goodbye? My mom never does that to me.”

I guess it was her playful whining, but mom actually went over and gave her a peck as well. I was happy to see Mandy brighten up to share the new closeness my mom and I had developed since her finding the pictures. I had already decided to keep that information away from my owner over fear of her exploiting the situation. Mom would be gone in the morning and so Mandy would never have to know about my getting caught being a submissive. Hell, if she found out that I had been caught and hadn’t brag that she was my new owner, she would probably force me to tell mom just to embarrass me.

Mandy had set everything up already and by the time Jacob knocked on the front door, she had been playing somewhat cruelly with Fag for several minutes. She was an expert in setting his mind up for utter destruction. She kept telling him how he was the greatest fuck she had ever had and how when she needed to get that special attention, he was her guy. It was nice seeing his ego getting inflated, because I wanted payback for the other night, so I was enjoying seeing Mandy suck him in this way. In his mind, her kissing him and hanging on his body meant that he was about to get laid, and probably for the first time in front of me. I’m sure that would have been a fantasy-come-true for him, but that wasn’t the threesome he was going to get.

The minute I answered the door and led Jacob into the kitchen, Fag’s face went from king of the throne to whipped puppy. Now that he had matched up the face of the man to the cock he had sucked off while hooded, he was probably thinking some pretty awful things were coming for him, but he never would have guessed this.

Mandy jumped into Jacob’s arms and began making out with him. Eventually she told him how she had been needing a good fuck for the longest time and couldn’t wait for him to get started. She leered my brother’s way and saw she had successfully destroyed his manhood again. Seeing her teasing him so unmercifully sent shivers straight down to my crotch and I could feel myself getting wet. I had often seen how jealous guys would get just thinking about their girl getting laid by another guy, but now I was going to watch it happening right in front of one and get to see his facial expressions as he had to watch it. I’m not sure why jealousy was such a turn on for me, but I would have to guess it was the primitive nature of the emotions that was setting me on fire. I had rubbed more than one guy into another’s face for revenge in the past just for the satisfaction of topping the guy’s bad behavior, but this was the epitome of that action. Other than flashing quick looks at both me and Fag, Mandy concentrated all her efforts on Jacob. She turned into a wanton whore and threw herself at him like a forty year old virgin might. Clearly, Mandy was putting on a show to destroy my brother’s self-esteem to better control him, but her looks towards me also told me that she was excited to have me watching her in her throes of euphoric excitement. I have to admit, watching your girlfriend throw herself at a guy as she teased him into a sexual mess was hotter than any porn. I was trembling waiting for her exercise to actually begin.

Moments later I was placing two chairs beside the mattress in the back room as Jacob was checking out his first look at this voyeuristic heaven for himself. He seemed especially interested in the two-way mirror. I knew the chairs were for her audience and was amazed to see how Jacob was handling things for himself. I would be amazingly self-conscious of anyone watching me do the deed, but he seemed to be feeding off it. After ordering us to be seated, she began a slow strip tease for Jacob as his eyes bugged out over her lewdly suggestive movements. I saw she had completely shaven her pussy bald and wanted to dive between her legs myself when she made a huge deal out of her “little girl” appearance. I never thought reverting to that look would be so fucking intoxicating for me, but I guess I had a lot of perverted thoughts of my own.

Jacob stood still and allowed her to slowly remove his clothes as felt his newly bared muscles every chance. She was now overcome with her own lusts and Fag and I ceased to exist for the next several minutes. Her heat was demanding attention. She had driven herself into such a sexual frenzy that I was blown away to see her suck on the head of Jacob’s cock. She was not a big fan of giving blowjobs, so this act was so unusual that it proved to me just how horny she had worked herself into being. Jacob couldn’t wait any longer and guided Mandy to her feet, spun her around, and pushed her forward onto the mattress. She responded just as he had implied he wanted and pushed herself back up into a doggie style position. Watching her smooth labia peeking out between her legs had me wishing it was my turn to please her, but Jacob’s torso blocked my view and reminded me that she was all his for the moment. I was so frigging hot that I would have dove between her legs even in front of this stranger just for a taste of her.

Watching Jacob line the tip of his cock up to her slit was unreal. Seeing what a guy actually goes through to prepare for his penetrating motion was surreal; the way he wiped the head of his cock through her wetted lips to find the sweet spot, gently applied pressure until it slipped to the right area, and then disappeared into my friend’s body. Mandy lurched forward slightly as her body accepted the intrusion and then just as quickly leaned down onto her elbows to align the angle of attack better. I had never seen Mandy in this fashion before; she was submitting to a man. I hadn’t even thought about how the act of fucking forced every woman into becoming somewhat submissive at some point just to make the biology work. For a very brief moment I was experiencing my owner in her own moment of submissive weakness. If Jacob pulled away from her right now, I knew he would be met with a barrage of begging rather than any order to continue. Mandy was in her moment of ultimate submission; a look that I would never forget.

I looked at Fag and saw his heart breaking to see the very girl that had just spent so much time bragging over his skills, now enjoying the fuck out of someone else taking her. He had one windfall coming for him that I wouldn’t have been able to predict, but after Jacob left, Mandy would go right back to bragging over how much better he fucked than Jacob. Being a girl, I know how hard that must be for a guy to understand. We always know who we consider the perfect fuck, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t enjoy the hell out of a stranger just as much as an occasional change of pace to realize what we have elsewhere. The thrill and excitement of being claimed as another notch on some man’s headboard was an all-consuming power all on its own.

Jacob was getting off on stealing glimpses of me and Fag as we watched him taking our owner. It occurred to me that he wasn’t really aware of our D/s relationship, but he had to have some recognition of her hold over us. He decided to switch positions and spun her over onto her back. I watched him ram her legs high into the air and caught peeks of his cock just before launching back into Mandy over and over. She looked so blissful and showed my brother and me just how much she enjoyed getting fucked. It was also clear that she was very willing to allow this man to manipulate her body at will to satisfy his needs of her; an act that seemed to fly in the face of her Dominant standing over us.

I saw the back of Jacob’s legs tensing up and Mandy began whimpering as she felt his ejaculation coming into sight for herself. I couldn’t help myself as I elbowed my brother to taunt him over watching what he had assumed once to be his girl, about to be filled with another man’s sperm. I saw the torment in his eyes as he was forced to watch another man steal away what he had thought was his. He should have seen it so much differently, however. This was our owner and we should be nothing but delighted to see her being satisfied so well; no matter what that might take. I felt it was a privilege to be her invited audience during such an intimate act. To see her letting her guard down enough to submit to this man was a very special event for me. It was even showing me how I should act for her in my role in the future.

When Jacob thrust into her those final times as he ejaculated and filled her womb with his seed, I had an orgasm of my own. As I hunched over in my chair, I saw a remarkable transition in Fag. He too was getting off on what he was seeing – finally. The clear outline of his erection was pushing upward in his pants. He had come around to understanding our owner’s needs and was finally happy for her. I heard her grunting much as a man would as she strained to clamp down on his cock to milk it from every drop of his cum. We watched her thank her man with a deep kiss of approval over his efforts and he rolled off her. I took another look towards my brother’s crotch and saw he was still very much excited. I had to jump in and help Mandy show him his place before her.

“My god, that was hot, Mandy. But you’re such a mess now. Shouldn’t Fag clean that up for you?”

Fag’s eyes darted my way filled with a mixed bag of emotions. He had to think about how his girl had just cheated on him to some extent, but I was sure he also wanted to taste that delicious nectar that he would gladly love to feed upon if he had collected it for himself.

Jacob taunted him with, “Yeah, get over here you little faggot and clean this up. Make yourself useful.”

Mandy was delighted that Jacob and I were aiding in her control over my brother and made it a command for Fag to comply. She then rebuked Jacob for referring to him as a faggot. Though it was true, she pointed out that his name was now Fag and that pretty much said it all. My brother got between her legs as we all talked about how this task obviously had to be his new duty. Mandy ruffled his hair as she told him exactly what to do and gave him one moment of comfort as he continued this extremely emasculatory duty.

“Don’t worry Fag, you’re going to get your turn soon enough. I have a special girl I’ve decided to give to you soon. Then you can feel like a man again.”

I was pleased to hear that actually. My brother had been going through a lot of mental turmoil and he really did need an outlet to keep from losing his ability to act like a real man when we needed his abilities in that area. As Mandy had pointed out to me several times; we had to make sure we left at least ten percent of his manhood in tact if we were going to be able to retain his unique abilities to fuck us on those special occasions, not to mention how we never wanted him to lose his desire to eat our pussies in that expert and craving way of his.

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