My Brother’s Toy

Part 8

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.

It was a marvelous end of summer day. I was expecting Mandy to arrive shortly and I knew she had been preparing something special for the weekend. I didn’t have much of an idea over what it might be, but I knew it involved my brother. I had also been given a slight hint that it might be a little embarrassing for him. I wanted to warn him, but Mandy trivialized it and made me swear not to tell him a word about it. I didn’t really know enough about anything to tell him what to watch out for anyway.

I was pretty sure that It had something to do with the new “playroom” in the basement. Over the last month, my brother and I made up the basement to include some security for our personal playtime, thus the name. It was essentially two rooms now with a three by four foot two-way mirror in the wall that divided them. The front room by the stairs was the larger one with the rear room little more than a quarter of the space. The idea was that that when either Joey or myself were with one person in the front room, the other room would be for the use of the other to play voyeur. We hadn’t done much in that arena, but felt it would be wild to watch each other in different situations in the future. Mandy didn’t know about the real intent of the new rooms. We let her think that there was only one room and never showed her the somewhat hidden entrance to the rear room. As far as she knew, we were just fixing up a basement that seldom saw any more use than that of storage.

We had placed a couple of old couches along with their companion chairs around the front room and in the rear room that Mandy knew nothing about, we had a mattress, a table and some kitchen chairs. Since the hidden room was smaller and cozier, my brother and I figured that was where most of the lying down should take place. I glanced at the mirror and smiled to myself. If Mandy knew what it really was, she’d know we were just as twisted as half the people we made fun of during our sniping sessions.

When Mandy arrived, she was all sorts of bubbly and jovial beyond belief. With her she had a large bottle of tequila, several bottles of tomato juice to make Bloody Marias, and her overnight bag. She explained that she had some really good news to tell me, but that we needed to wait for Joey to get off work before she would spill the beans. That left us time to start drinking before he arrived. And after a couple of very strong Bloodie’s, I was already well on my way to Blottoville. Mandy suggested we put the newly cleaned room in the basement to use as the night’s party center, grabbed the premixed Bloodie’s and her bag, and led the way down the stairs. I had no idea that by the time I came back up those stairs that I would be a fucking wreck mentally, and I wouldn’t be able to blame it on the drinks. They would turn out to be little more than an anesthesia for my benefit.

Mandy poured us each a new drink and as we sat on one of the couches, she gently rubbed my leg. Normally, I would have reminded her of her long standing promise, but under the influence I barely noticed it. She told me that she had a friend coming by later and wanted me to join her in looking hot to toy with the guy’s attention. At first I thought she was going to rub another guy in my brother’s face, but she insisted it was nothing like that, so I told her I would get something from upstairs. She stopped me and told me she had brought the perfect clothes for the occasion. We both stripped down to our underwear and she handed me a very tight top and a pair of really short shorts. Just as I was about to put on the top, she insisted I free the girls to look more alluring. I was blitzed so I shucked my bra instantly. The top was about two sizes too small, but she said it looked fine. When I went to put on the shorts, she pointed out that my panties would probably be hanging out, so off they came, as well.

She followed suit by losing her underwear and put on another tight top, but a short skirt to go with it instead of shorts. When we sat back down, it was impossible for her bush not to show under her short skirt. I laughed at the show she was giving her best friend, but she got this sultry look in her eyes. I felt a little uneasy, but again, the booze over-road all those negative thoughts. After I finished off my third drink, she took my glass and sat it on the table. And then, the bomb dropped.

Mandy leaned over me, ran a hand up under my top to grab my left boob, and sort of pinned me to the couch. I tried pushing her away, but it was easy in my state to fail.

“Guess what, my lovely little Didi? Today is the day that I’m going to take that one shot I get to change your mind.”

I knew immediately what she was talking about and had even told her a week earlier that if she ever did make this move, that I would play fair and give her a descent shot at trying to change my mind about girls. At the time, I still thought she was just toying with my head. The really big thing I missed in my frame of mind was how she had called me Didi. If my brother had of done that, my brain would have instantly gone into another state, but with her saying it, it went right over my head. So when she planted a very seductive kiss on me, I took it all in. I even accepted her tongue and let her cop an unrestricted feel of my chest. But when I thought she had had enough time, a made a grab for her hand to stop her. I began telling her that I still wasn’t into girls, but she cut me off.

“Come on Didi, it’s time for you to take the next step.”

This time I didn’t fail at catching her use of Didi’s name, nor her mention of the next step. I was paralyzed with fear. How did she know my secret name? What was the next step in her mind? And what the hell would it mean for me? The one thing I was pretty sure of was that my brother must have told her about Didi, and if she had waited until I was in this particular situation to use it, I was in trouble. When I tried stopping her hand a second time, she cursed me out, called me Didi again, and began giving me a love bite on my neck. I wanted to ask her how she knew that name, but I was more afraid to hear her answer.

I quickly became a rag doll in her hands as she molested me almost freely. I had been stunned like a deer caught in headlights. I decided to let her pretty much take what she wanted just in case; if she knew even more about me I sure didn’t want to piss her off. And she took full advantage of feeling me up as I tried to work out my predicament. Later I would realize that her efforts were just to get me as horny as possible in hopes that I wouldn’t fight her at all.

“Didi, I have some huge surprises for you, but we have to do this in a very directed way.”

She took my hand and helped me to my feet, and led me to the door of the back room. I failed to put it together that she knew where it was in the first place and just allowed her to lead me. Once the door was closed, it was nearly dark as night and I was horribly off balance.

“Tonight, you get to see all kinds of new secrets, learn all kinds of new things, and will have a whole new way of looking at life. The first big secret will be about your brother. He’ll be joining us soon, so you have to promise me you’ll be as quiet as a mouse, or things won’t go well for you.”

I had no other clear choice and promised her.

“And while we wait for him, we’re going to get to know each other in some very special ways.” With that she pushed my down onto the mattress, and pinned me down with her own body. She went back to molesting me and kept repeating Didi’s name over and over as she spoke to me. Most likely that was to instill a fear in me over what she might know. I finally asked her how she knew that name and I thought I would die when she told me that she had known about it for well over a month now.

Fear overcame me and I struggled to get up. We fought as two drunken girls might until we rolled onto the bare floor and I found her on top of me again. She lifted her skirt to make sure her neatly shaven bush was right out there for me to see, and rubbed herself against my bare midriff. I could feel her undeniable wetness as she rotated her hips on me. I made another attempt to get out from under her and that pissed her off.

She swung my arms up over my head and held them there by my wrists in one hand, and with the other she fought to push my top up over my boobs. She sucked on each of my nipples a little and was making a point out of it that I was going to do as I was told. When she reminded me that there was a reason that she knew my name, I held still for her.

“I am so going to enjoy this. I’ve been waiting my time to get at you for months now, and I’m going to have so much fun training you myself, and my way.” I twisted one more time at that and got the shock of my life.

Mandy sat back, told me to look at my left boob, and as I looked down with total fear, she slapped the side of it so fucking hard I vibrated in pain. “Now shut the fuck up.”

After gathering another grasp of revolution to her plan, I was stymied when she slammed my hands back down to the floor again with one hand, pulled her right hand back and ordered me to look at my tit again. I looked down through tears welling up in my eyes, not believing that she would actually repeat herself, but then she slapped my boob again, even harder.

I cried out that I’d be good and she moved up on my body until her knees pinned my arms down and I couldn’t smell anything but her scent. In one swift move, she squatted right onto my mouth and ordered me to eat her pussy. With my boob still stinging from the pain of her slaps, I began doing something I never thought possible. I pretended that this would be no different than licking at my brother and ran my tongue through the crease of her lips. I was amazed at how easily my tongue dipped past her labia without any effort on my part. She was so wet that displacing the folds to her enclave was like moving hot butter on a roaring stove top.

Mandy taunted me endlessly and made fun of me for doing the very thing she was forcing me to do. She called me all those school playground names that kids feared being called. And over and over again she referred to me as her new toy, as if laying claim to me as the property that Joey had already done.

As far as what I was finding out about girls was rather interesting, if that would be the right word. I was intrigued by how her private areas felt on my tongue, how musky she smelled, how different she tasted in the flesh as opposed to the hint of taste she had left repeatedly on my brother, and most uniquely, how wild it was to bite at her engorged clit with my lips. There was both an air of euphoric and erotic sensations about having her sliding back and forth over my face to place herself where she wanted me to pay attention to the most. Even when she demanded me to slide my tongue deeply into her, it wasn’t nearly as hard to do as I had always thought it might be in my fantasies.

There was also her dominating behavior, that my brother had already broken me into accepting from him, that became overriding of all my reluctance to please a girl this way. It was much easier being her submissive minion with the way she was compelling my performance. I had come to cherish the D/s relationship between my brother and me, and to see her doing it in nearly an identical way was almost as pleasurable for me. Even as I thought about my still stinging boob, a pain my brother would never inflict upon me, there was something about the way she was craving my obedience that set me afire. My lust to be dominated, even at the hands of someone I feared so greatly over knowing my secrets, was all consuming in the way I was giving in so quickly.

I expected her to have a greater orgasm than the one I managed to detect, but I was about to learn what would excite her to the apex of her real desires for me. For Mandy, this was all about the true basics of D/s, and I was about to see my dearest friend go from a somewhat flirtatious, scatterbrained girlfriend to a true bitch of dominating ingenuity. She was about to toy and torment my mind beyond belief. Never would I have ever guessed this girl no bigger than myself, would absolutely blow my mind with her demanding need to control another person; let alone her best friend of many years.

I watched as she lifted her body away from my mouth and held it just inches over my face. My mind went flush over what I saw coming for me and I twisted under her to get away from her berating gesture, and what was obviously going to be that would set her place over me. I just couldn’t let that happen. I knew it would be irreversible if she managed to follow through with it.

When I cried out for her to stop, she slammed my wrists against the floor several times until I stopped fidgeting around. I begged her not to do that to me, but all my whining did was cause her to smile broadly over the power she wielded.

“What’s the matter Didi? You should be well use to being owned by now. Hasn’t your brother taught you that yet? Get with the program and we’ll get along just fine. Fight me anymore, and you’ll pay dearly.” The inflection in her voice made it clear that she wasn’t going to put up with much of my dissenting ways, but between her command of my submissive name and mentioning how she knew that my brother owned Didi, it told me that she was very up to date over my dilemma at this very moment. If I continued to fight her, I could be in more trouble than any other time in my life. I relaxed my arms to tell her that my fight was over… and waited for my demise.

“Now that’s a good little girl. I knew we were still the best of friends, so now that you agree, let’s get started with your new training, shall we? Over the past weeks and months I’ve been preparing you for this very moment. Your loyalty changes immediately to me; your brother goes on the back burner. We’ll talk more about that later. Do you understand me?”

I closed my eyes and nodded my head.

“You already know what I want, and you know very well what that does for me. Now, you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

With my eyes still closed, I shook my head side-to-side.

“Good girl; now we’re getting somewhere. Let’s get started, shall we? You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?”

When I nodded, I was given my first new marching orders under my new owner. In my heart I figured that as soon as I was free that I would run to my brother and get his help to control Mandy, but I knew there would be something stopping that from happening. Two things I knew for sure about the girl holding me pinned to the floor; she was a planner to the last degree which meant she had thought all this out very well, and with me in this position under her control already meant that she was so fixated on what she wanted to do to me that she wasn’t about to stop for anything. And as her first orders displayed, head gestures were no longer allowed when asked a direct question. I had to answer her short, to the point, and apply her name after each answer or question; if questions were permitted. She waited to see the first depiction of my changing attitude.

“Yes, Mandy!”

“And you do want to make me happy, right?”

“Yes, Mandy.”

‘You know what I have to do to you to make me happy, right?”

“Yes, Mandy.”

“You’re going to fight me over it, aren’t you?”

I began to nod my head until I caught myself and answered, “I have to Mandy.”

“Mmmm… good, I was hoping you would. I think that will make it all that much more memorable for the both of us.”

She resumed her squatting position directly over my face, and I saw she was relaxing her muscles. I began squirming under her thinking I now all but had her permission to at least allow my mind some measure of satisfaction that I wasn’t a mindless sheep; not yet anyway. For some stupid reason my eyes were zeroed in on her weapon as she released one hard squirt of her pee directly at my face. I slammed my mouth closed, but it got in my nose and even a little in my eyes. I bucked my hips trying to topple her off me. I felt a hard stream follow her first assault while she made squealing noises of delight. I scrunched my eyes shut trying to abate the stinging and blew air out of my nose to clear it.

“Oh, god, what a fucking rush! You haven’t a fucking clue how frigging hot this is for me.”

Her stream stopped abruptly as I shook my head in a fruitless effort to clear my eyesight. Through one squinting eye I could tell she was working to prolong my agony. Her voice grew throaty as she fought for more adjectives to describe how powerful she felt peeing on me; a friend of eight years that had been by her side through thick and thin. Now she was successfully turning the tables on me and my entire life as I had come to know it.

Over and over she tormented me with stream after stream of quick bursts from her crotch that was soaking my hair and shoulders. Between each burst she would pause to try and tell me how much all this depravity was pleasing to her position over her new toy; me.

“See how much control I have even over myself? I can start it and stop it at will, and it’s all to see that beautifully terrified face of yours coming to a new understanding about me. You know you love this. You know you want me to own you and defile your spirit; break it until you’re freed of your guilt. It’ll come in time… just wait and see.”

Another torrent of urine thundered its way onto me. And through my one blurry line of sight, I did feel weirdly happy for her as I watched her rapture-filled smile. I heard her telling me just how dominating that one girl had changed her entire life so many times and had seen just how enthusiastically her sexual prowess had grown with each telling of the story. Now I understood all those tales had been solely for my benefit to encourage me to understand what it did for her. It was so different from how my brother had done this to me in the past. She was right there in my face, and being a girl doing it to me made it unbelievably hard to accept the disparagement of it. And Joey never once conveyed an excitement as Mandy was each time she would soil my face.

Suddenly we were both startled by footsteps coming down the stairs. Mandy leaned over me, warned me to not make a solitary sound, and to stay put until she got back. A decisive threat over what would happen to me if I disobeyed her left me very willing to comply. Mandy rose off her perch over me, smoothed her skirt down, and went out to see what the noise had been. I wiped her pee from my face as best I could with my hands, but never moved my body otherwise. I could hear her talking to someone and figured it had to be my brother. I was mortified to think that he was about to find me back here after what Mandy had just done to me. In another thought however, I figured that it would serve him right to see how she had abused me since it was obvious that he had sold me out. Sold? Indeed, that was the way Mandy was thinking about it.

As I was pondering over why my brother had in any way acted in concert with Mandy to do this to me, the door opened behind me and I waited to hear gleeful tones from Mandy and my brother, but it appeared that Mandy was all alone.

She came around to tower over me by standing over my head; a foot on either side of me. “You ready, sweetheart? You’re going to get another big surprise in just a few more minutes. Aweee… don’t fret, it doesn’t involve you. You’re about to find out the second biggest secret of the night. And you get to watch it all.”

Mandy sat down on the mattress and ordered me to remove her shoes. I did as she ordered and when I sat them to the side, she pointed to her big toe on her right foot.

“I know how much you love sucking cock, so pretend that is a cock, and make love to it.”

Again, she was beyond my control to understand her, but when she told me to sit up on my knees and hold up my top, I feared what was coming for me. She again ordered me to look at my left tit, and as I waited for what I knew was coming I looked down at the soft skin and remembered all the times it had been joyfully and softly fondled by myself and others. It had amassed so many wonderfully sweet and tender touches that…

I screamed a muffled scream over her slamming the side of my boob so hard it nearly hit my right nipple. I immediately fell over and grabbed for her foot as she resumed her reclining pose. I lifted her foot to my face and found it harder to move towards her foot than I had with my first boyfriend’s prick. It was so demeaning to be doing this to another girl; all because of how the female gender works to belittle one of its own. I slowly took her big toe between my lips, and with another command, began to suckle it. I was forced to move up and down on it to mimic a blowjob, and I only felt safe again when I heard her murmur her acceptance over my efforts to please her as she had instructed.

Despite all the things I have done for boys in the past, as well as what my brother has had me do more recently, sucking the toe of a girl that just made it very clear that she wanted to take over running my life was by far the most horrendous. This Mandy was certainly not the girl I had grown up with and had spent endless hours talking about boys. I barely recognized the girl at the other end of this appendage.

When there was a knock at the upstairs door, I was finally relieved of my task and was ordered to lie facedown on the mattress. I asked about the knocking, was berated for speaking to her, and reminded of how severe the punishment might be if I moved off the mattress. Mandy rushed out of the room again and was gone a few minutes before I heard her plopping down the stairs again. I wondered what had happened to Joey just as the door to my room opened again. I cringed in fear over what might be next to befall me.

Mandy plopped down beside me and helped me sit up. She leaned in to kiss me, but stopped and told me how foul I smelled. It irked me to hear her berating me over her very own smell. She took my hand instead and helped me to my feet, and reminded me one last time to be silent. I was led to the two way mirror and was surprised to see that there in the middle of the room was my brother. He was completely nude, on his knees with a black hood over his head, and his hands were seemingly tied behind his back. I turned to Mandy in hopes of receiving some explanation for the site before me. I conjured up all types of ludicrous scenarios in my mind that she might have planned for the two of us, but then it occurred to me that we were standing there watching something special.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about your darling big brother. Hell, there’s still a lot you don’t know about me. But what you are about to witness is to be kept a secret between the two of us. If I find out that you’ve said one tiny little fucking word to your brother about what you learn here today, you both will pay dearly. You understand?”

I was perplexed to say the least over seeing my loving brother in this position and wanted to cry out for Mandy to leave him alone. I would have gladly taken his place. I loved my brother, and as my lover as well, and even to some point, still the true owner of Didi.

“I bet you really think you know your brother pretty damned well, don’t you? I’m about to prove that I know him a whole lot better. I want you to just watch, don’t dare speak a word or even make a tiny, little sound. Take it all in and I’ll explain it to you later.” Mandy had begun to whisper for some reason and as I watched Joey kneeling in place, I caught a glimpse of someone coming down the stairs. I was so fearful for my brother about to be caught in this ridiculous pose. I kept darting my eyes to see Mandy almost as intrigued over my reactions as she was to see what was before the two of us. “Ah, the good stuff is about to start. So, if you have any doubt left over as to who owns your ass now, remember that I’m the one pulling the strings here.”

The stranger was a man in his early thirties and was sporting a huge grin as he walked slowly over to my brother. I could tell Joey knew of his presence, but he was a trooper to stay where he was without so much as a flinch. I watched as the man began opening his pants to make it very clear what his intentions were towards my brother. I knew he would be horrified the second he caught on to what Mandy had set him up for, and I turned to beg Mandy to put a stop to it. Her smirk pissed me off, but there was nothing I could do to help him now. I finally noticed the hole in the front of my brothers head covering that was purposely well placed for what was about to happen, and then when the man produced his raging hardon I grew week in the knees. My poor brother… the dread he was about to meet.

I turned to see Mandy pushing one hand under her own skirt and running her other hand over her own chest. She was getting off on this to such a degree that I felt sickened; yet, the lewdness of what was going on just ten feet away even made me a bit antsy. Then, sadly for my brother, as I saw just how influenced Mandy was over his impending downfall, I felt a touch of envy over how delighted she appeared to be.

The man placed a hand on my brother’s hooded head, and tilted it back a little. I watched as he pushed the head of his cock to Joey’s lips and began pushing it forward. When it seemed to meet no resistance from my brother, volumes of answers cascaded their way to my collective thoughts. The man toyed with his mouth before slowly and casually beginning to fuck his obedient servant. Clearly, this was not Joey’s first time having to do this at Mandy’s behest.

“Surprise! I told you this was going to be big. Watch your brother’s little pee pee. See how it’s barely swollen so far? Just wait till you see what makes him so fucking randy that it doubles in size.”

I turned back to follow her suggestions and saw that Joey was indeed beginning to grow. My suspicions over his own sexual interests seemed to be answered when as the man began knocking my brother all around the floor with his over exuberance; Joey’s cock grew as hard as I’d ever seen it. I wondered how Mandy had achieved this morbid act. Was she blackmailing him as he had initially done to me? What could she have over him that would make him commit such a seemingly unnatural act? And then it hit me. She had us as her blackmail. Knowing how we had become incestuous lovers was enough in itself to enforce her sick and aberrant ambitions.

But as I continued watching this pervert forcing himself on my brother, I saw Joey struggling to keep his place before the man pleasingly sodomizing him. There was something I didn’t know and fixed my stare on the two of them trying to understand it all. Then a whisper in my ear spoke to the truth.

“You don’t really think this is his first time do you? Does it look like something he’s new to, or perhaps something he loves to do? Any doubt now?”

I knew she what she meant, but I still refused to believe that in just an hour that everything that I had come to love about my new world, about Didi, and the new relationship between my brother and I, had come to an end. And even worse, was Mandy right about my ownership changing over to her hands? It was like she was reading my mind as she whispered to me again.

“Obviously, if I own him, I own everything that he once held rights to.” I looked her right in the eyes and saw a glaring truth to her words. However she had done it, she did seem to own my brother’s actions just as he had owned mine right up to this moment. She went on to say, “And as my new property, you’d better snap into step real fast, or things can get truly ugly in very quick order.”

I turned back to see my brother’s head getting rammed unmercifully and could tell he was about to taste the man’s sperm. I saw the telltale signs of the guy getting off, and then was torn apart to see Joey’s Adams apple moving in a swallowing motion. If that wasn’t debasing enough to everything I had thought I’d known about my brother, what happened next sent my mind into a spinning glob of mixed emotions. I clearly saw my brother oozing out his own cum, but nothing in the way of how I was use to seeing it happen. I wasn’t spurting; just sort of dribbling out of the tip of his cock. My god, what was going on here? Did this guy really just get my brother to cum by fucking his face?

The man pulled his pants back into place, patted my brother on the head as if he were a dog, and made a hasty exit up the stairs. Mandy gave me one look that ordered me to stay put, and went in to free my brother from what turned out to be handcuffs. I watched him getting dressed, and with just a few words between them, he left the basement himself. I heard the front door banging shut just as Mandy came back to my side of the glass. I stared at her as she stood in the open doorway smiling like the Cheshire cat at me.

“So, do you want to play nice now, or are we still going to have to work on things?”

I wondered hard over how I could answer her without having to form the ugly words that had come to me. She had taken the fight out of me and there really was no reason to deny the obvious fact that Mandy did indeed now hold title to not only my brother, but my self as well. I slowly walked over to her, got down on my knees, and nuzzled her legs with the side of my face right below the hem of her extremely short skirt.

I should have been able to predict what was coming next. She felt the need to cement my recognition of her new status in the way my own brother had taught me months earlier within our newly forged D/s bond. She lifted her skirt as she all but walked over my kneeling body, tilted my head backwards, and relaxed her muscles so as to soak my face one more time with a stream of what felt like steaming hot urine. This was her way of claiming me as her newest trophy. I understood the action well by now and even accepted it as a ritual of the truly dominant one she had become over me. I pictured that this was probably something that she had also done to my brother at some point, and as far as the D/s world went, I was now hers.

After taking a thorough shower, I had been ordered to go back to my room to wait for Mandy; and to remain nude. I had hoped that Joey wouldn’t make an untimely appearance. I had no idea how I would ever explain away my obvious nudity with Mandy in the house, especially since I wasn’t allowed to get dressed until she allowed me. I sat on the bed wondering where she had gone during my shower or what I was waiting for to happen next. I thought a lot about Joey and was puzzled trying to understand what I had just witnessed in the basement. He had clearly enjoyed himself, but had it been of his own volition, or was Mandy fully blackmailing him as well? How long had my brother been Mandy’s plaything? That thought scared the hell out of me, because it made me wonder just how long I might be her newest plaything. I couldn’t begin to see her acting as kindly and nurturing to me as my brother had when this new way of life had started for me.

The unanswered questions were so voluminous that horrid thought after horrid thought just flew past my eyes. Mandy had been primping me for quite a while by what she had said and during that time I had seen her preaching to me about her love for dominating people. I never could have imagined that she had been working to secure some sort of title to me.

Title? Oh, my god! How did this all happen? How in the world had this all evolved into my girlfriend acquiring license to me? Every time I thought about her owning me, I shook in fear knowing that she had probably been behind nearly every aspect of what my brother had been teaching me over the course of the summer. Now it seemed like our love affair so deeply routed in incest had all been some elaborate lie; a lie to allow Mandy to have that captured submissive she had hoped to garner when she moved to the west coast. If only she had of moved, my brother and I could have gone on happily ever after at our own pace.

“Hey cunt, whatcha thinking about?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin as Mandy kicked open the door to my room. And to hear her approaching me with that derogatory term left no doubt in my mind that what I had been thinking was going to be truer than not. My brother’s gentle handling of me as he led me into his version of the D/s world was over, and now Mandy obviously had plans to bring my world into a path leading to new lows, more mockery, and god knows what else might please her. All I knew at the moment was that I had better make nice to her until I at least find out more about what was going on from my brother. That would prove unnecessary, and even impossible, as Mandy was here to bring me up to speed right now.

I meekly and sarcastically responded with, “What do you think I’m thinking about?” Damn, hadn’t I just thought about playing nice?

With an instantaneous scream, “Stand up, bitch!”

I bolted to my feet and feared what I had invoked. I had pissed her off so fast that her voice left no thought over what was in her mind. She wanted to correct my insolence to her, and immediately.

“You want to talk back to me? You haven’t gotten the drill yet? Let me show you one more time how this works.” I was flinching just hearing her berating me so loudly. “Look at those tiny little pimples you call tits.”

I cringed knowing what that meant. My left boob still felt raw and swollen from her earlier abuse. But I had no choice and braced for another assault. I looked at my chest and her words rang true to my ears. My boobs were really small, and I was ashamed of them for the first time in my life. Hearing her refer to them as pimples made me feel insignificant as a female; almost like I deserved her belittling. But as I was fast becoming aware with this new version of my old girlfriend, it could always get worse.

“You really like this punishment that much, you fucking worthless whore? Do I have to move onto a new form of punishment? Hold them up,” and with a scream, “now!”

I felt tears coming to my eyes again. I placed my hands under the very breasts that I had always thought fit my personality so well and realized that by her demanding that I hold them up that they had indeed stopped growing way too early. I braced for the blow, and after a few seconds, she found a new way to torment my mind even over her corrections of me.

“The choices only get harder for you, bitch. Tell me which one to hit… and when to hit it.”

I wanted to faint away. She had just placed me in charge of administering my own unseemly punishment. How much did she expect I could take? When I didn’t respond fast enough, she unleashed a torrent of insults at me and ordered me to comply with her demand.

Through quiet sobbing, I told her, “My right one.” When nothing happened after ten seconds, I was questioning myself over what might be wrong.

“Is that the way you’re supposed to do it? Try again and get both parts right.”

Her elevated anger towards me was scaring the hell out of me. I remembered her orders from the basement and repeated, “My right one, Mandy.” And when I realized I hadn’t finished her two part command, I trembled, braced myself, and said, “Now, Mandy.”

Everything lit up in my head almost before I had even finished my last word.. Her stinging physical rebuke left both my boob on fire and my mind reeling in pain. There was no way I could take much more of her slapping my tits. I had to try harder to conform to my new master’s desires before I became a massive collection of welts.

“Now, you think you have anything to say to me?”

What? She wanted me to apologize for making her slap the shit out of me? How I longed for my brother. I wanted to hold him tight to me and beg him to never give me up. I flinched in fear again as I hurriedly spoke out, “I’m sorry for making you mad at me, Mandy. Please, forgive me. I’ll do better, I promise, Mandy.”

And just as quickly as I had infuriated her, she instantly cooed back in a sickening sweet and calm tone, “Now that’s a good girl. See, you’re getting the hang of it. Once you learn how to play the proper role of my submissive little bitch, we’ll both be much happier. I’m your lord and master, and you are just my lowly little cunt, here to serve my every wish.”

I guess she caught some inflection from me over her choice of words.

“You don’t like being called that, do you? What, is cunt too vulgar of a word for you? Well, get use to it, because in the D/s world, that’s all you are. Now, I’m going to lay it all out for you while you please me.”

I watched as she went to my closet and instantly went to the pictures that my brother had taken of me months earlier. I noticed that she merely pushed the video tape to the side as if she knew about it intimately. She came back to the bed and sat down with the pictures in her hand.

“Get over here and get some more practice on pleasing a woman.” When I hesitated even though I knew full well what she meant, a loud rebuke snapped me into line. “Now, you fucking little cunt.”

I walked over to the bed, got down on my knees in front of her, and saw she wasn’t going to make this at all easy on me. I had to push her legs apart to get close enough to her, scooted in closer, and pushed her skirt as high as it would stay. Whatever she had done while I had been waiting for her return hadn’t involved her putting on any panties.

There she was, right out there. I stared at her mound and the vile and contemptuous task before me. I caught a whiff of her scent and she leaned back ever so slightly to afford me a better target. I think what bothered me most about what she wanted was that it had little to do with actual sex. It was all about humiliating me and setting the tone of my role with her. It was all about that shit she had been teaching me about dominating others, and now it was crystal clear that she had been training my mind all that time to accept this new place in my life.

I leaned into her pussy and began gently gliding my tongue through her lips. She was already extremely wet. I guess I would be too if I new how much power I had over another human being. The next couple of minutes she instructed me on just how she wanted me to eat her pussy in the future. I was ordered to go lower, deeper, how to switch around my tactics to please her, and taught precisely how to involve her clitoris to invoke her greatest enjoyment. When she approved of the way I was somewhat leisurely going at her, the explanations began making their way to my ears.

“Thought you had a pretty good thing going with your bother, huh? What a fucking whore you turned out to be. I never would have guessed even a couple of years ago that you could be run over so easily.” Holding the picture of me with my hands bound behind my back next to the closet door for me to see, she went on. “And with your own brother, none the less. You little slut you! I love it! You know, I’ve always loved you; I’ve had a thing for you since sixth grade but never knew how to approach you until a few months ago. I had gotten into such a frame of mind when I thought we were moving that I was finally going to get to claim a submissive bitch for my own pleasure, that when we didn’t move and I met your brother in that special way, I knew it was your time to be mine. Yep, that’s right, it goes back to that day.”

I guess it was hearing her declaring her affections for me that made me become less repulsed at having to eat her pussy. I began truly trying to touch every nuance of her intimate anatomy with my tongue.

“First, these pictures, I love them. Make sure they stay where they were, and the video, too. Yeah, I’ve seen the video and have copies of everything. They make me so fucking hot to check them out. You really love sucking your brother off, don’t you? Well, if you learn to behave, than I’ll let you keep ‘feeding’ on him.”

I was mortified to know that she knew about that term that I had coined to incite my brother’s lust for me. There was no doubt left now that my brother had been feeding her all the sordid details of our intimate love life.

“Let’s get your brother out of the way first. Were you surprised to see him sucking Jacob’s cock?”

I nodded my head without ever pausing what I was doing.

“You had to notice how fucking hard he got giving his man a blowjob. Excited enough to make himself cum without even touching his own little prick. Did you like seeing him so excited? Did you like seeing him cumming like that?”

This time I felt the need to answer her aloud to make sure she understood that not only had I been surprised by what I had witnessed, but that it had an undeniable effect on my sexual longing. “Yeah, I never would have guessed, but he did really seem to like doing that.”

Mandy slammed her legs closed around my head, pushing me away from her. Realizing I had ticked her off over something, I looked up at her and figured it out.

“I’m sorry, Mandy. Yes, I liked watching that, Mandy.”

And that was probably the very moment when she reaped from me my understanding of how I had flipped my loyalties from my brother, to her. The next words were hard to believe were coming out of my own mouth. As I gently worked to spread her legs again, I just as gently begged her to allow me to continue what I had been doing to her.

“I’m sorry, Mandy, can I continue please so you can tell me more?”

She relaxed her legs so I could get back into position between them. As I started back to the task of becoming wholly acquainted with my new lovers lower extremities, she went on with her explanations of how she had captured the right to own me.

“I have to admit, that even though I have been pulling all the strings, it was your brother that converted you into his lover first. I was so blown away when I finally found out about that blackmail tape he had made to force you into becoming his romantic little slave. I always thought you would be the last girl to allow a guy to make you swallow. You were always such a prude about sucking cocks. Hell, I had to pry it out of you every time after a date about anything you had done. But one day after I’d started fucking your brother, I saw he could really come in handy turning you into my bitch. I didn’t actually learn about this incest thing you had going until about a month ago. We just seemed to be heading down the same path at the same time without knowing each other’s goals. How ironic, wouldn’t you say?”

I nodded my head again. I was greatly relieved to see that my brother hadn’t been part of her master plan from the start, but I still knew that at some point he had become partners with her.

“I know he told you about certain things, because that was my way of letting you know stuff without me having to tell you directly. Oh, your brother is great in bed. He can please a girl even better than a guy I bet. During one of our little hay rides, I was talking trash and he made the mistake of telling me about this side thing he had going with some bitch. He was so proud of himself. He told me how he had blackmailed her at first, then had taken a page from my book and turned her into his submissive little slave. With just a little help from me, he learned how to play you so that you fell right into line as his submissive. I nearly died when I found out you were the cunt he had on a leash.”

I closed my eyes upon hearing that fateful knowledge. How was I supposed to feel now? I had grown to be a willful part in my own dehumanization at my brother’s hands, and now it seemed like it was now transferred to Mandy. Not just a girl, but a best friend that I had loved in such a very different way just this morning. Could it be true? Was this really happening or just some crazy ass dream I would wake from at any moment?

“Anyways, one day I followed him around a little and didn’t see him going anyplace but home. When he bragged to me shortly afterwards that he had gotten his bitch to clean me off his dick right after leaving me, I finally put it together. You were his bitch! Well, knowing that, my plan was so fucking easy to combine with what he had already done to you. After getting all the details I needed from him, and even many from you, I reformulated my plan. You see, I saw that the easiest way to get you was to own your owner. That proved to be so fucking easy. All it took was a little bedroom talk and in a week I had him blowing a guy in front of me just for the thrill of it. Okay, so I had to set him up a little, but after a few days he admitted that getting forced to suck that first guy off hadn’t hurt our relationship so much. That was all the opening I needed to grab him by the balls for life. And that meant, I won!”

I was somewhat saddened to hear that she had tricked my brother into sucking off some guy and hoped it wasn’t someone that could pull him out of the closet that I knew he wanted to stay in. But as I found that I had been so involved with her story that I had been overly stimulating her clit. I suddenly felt Mandy going into those very familiar convulsions of a climax. When she dropped the pictures she had been randomly holding in front of my eyes and leaned back, I knew it was time to show her I would make her proud of my efforts and abilities to please her. I switched to using my fingers to stimulate her clit as I went lower to delve into her pussy with my tongue. Never in my wildest fantasies had I ever felt the urge to do what I was now doing; I was eating her out and frigging her clit with such an effort as to afford her the best possible orgasm I could muster. Considering I had no previous experience, I felt that I was doing a very good job. And went her hands grabbed for the back of my head, I flashed back to Joey doing the same thing to make sure I couldn’t escape from him too soon.

Mandy reached under her top to grab at one of her boobs and seeing that my efforts were paying off, I reached up with my free hand to grab her other tit. I suddenly felt attached to my friend’s torso and the only thing I wanted at that moment was for her to have the mind blowing climax of her life. I renewed my actions with all the more vigor and her hips began undulating against my mouth as she wretched her way through what I perceived as a very good first try on my part. As her body relaxed, all I could do was look up at her and smile as I continued to lightly lap away at her refreshed wetness. I wouldn’t think about it until later, but I sort of gave her a real sense of winning when I asked, “Did I do good… Mandy.”

She didn’t answer with anything but a smile, but it was a smile that spoke a million words. In her highly sensitive state, I made sure to go gently on her as I knew how it felt. I wondered at that moment if my brother had ever gotten her to cum as he had shown me. I even wondered if I would some day be doing that for her. Anyways, seeing that I was willfully staying attached to the task assigned to me, she continued on with filling me in on the details of our new life together.

“Wow, I am so going to enjoy you. I should have found a way to take you over years ago. But, that’s water under the bridge; I’ve got you now, don’t I?”

Hearing she wanted an answer from me was embarrassing to no end, but I had known this moment was coming. I paused from licking at her, bit my lip, and answered, “Yes, Mandy, I guess you stole me from my brother. But please, be nice to him. I promise to behave for you, but please, you don’t have to destroy him in the process.”

She smirked, and replied, “Destroy him? Hell, I own him. Why would I destroy him? You see, my dear, I own him now, too. And since I own him, everything he once owned is mine. You were mine three weeks ago, but we just never told you. Well, he couldn’t have told you, because he doesn’t even know that for himself yet. We’re going to have a lot of fun getting acquainted before that day comes. As a matter of fact, like I told you earlier, you get to keep fucking him for now. These things take time to work out all the details, but I don’t want my toys to be unhappy. But, it is very important not to let on to him that you know anything more now than you did this morning. Just consider yourself as owned by two separate people for the time being. You do know who your true loyalties lie with now, though, don’t you?

With my lips quivering over the pure fear of realizing the facts, I nodded my head. But that wasn’t going to be enough for her. She asked for proof of my allegiance to her. When I failed to catch on, she ordered me to stand and assume the “position”. I started to get to my feet, but was unsure of what she was getting at. As I stood before her, she sat upright and it came to me. She wanted me to offer her my body in such a submissive way that there would be no denying I had come to acceptance of being her new property. And since she had become far less aggressive towards me in the last few minutes, I knew what I had to do.

I stood up straight, even came a little closer to her, and looked down at my chest. I thought hard about how to prove to her that I had resigned myself to her care, and slowly spoke to her. “I’m yours, Mandy. I will be loyal to you, even over my brother.” I did as instructed the last time, and worked to hold my tits up and out for her. I could see them already bruising, but I knew I had to do it. Hopefully, this would be the last time she would feel the need to assert her power over me in this particular way. “Please, Mandy, hit me again. I want you to know that I’m yours.”

Her smile could have lit up the night sky. I watched her pull back her left hand and with a look of complete satisfaction on her cunning face, she slapped the hell out of my right boob once again. This time she seemed to get my nipple involved to a far greater extent, and it immediately felt like it was going to burst from its own hardness. I have never felt my tits hurt this much even when I caught a line-drive baseball to my right boob two years ago. I couldn’t move, like I was frozen in pace. I feared getting hit a second time, but the searing pain stole away my mobility.

Mandy gave an amusing little laugh and went downstairs. I grabbed my boob as soon as she was gone and just stared at it, wondering what had I just done. It was extremely tender, yet totally numb. I had no idea where Mandy had gone or why; I was just glad I had a few moments free of her hands. When I next heard her, she was carrying her suitcase and threw it on the bed. She then went over to my bureau and opened the top drawer, scooped up all the clothes I had in it, turned a half turn and dropped them on the floor.

“Now, my sweet little bitch put my stuff away, and clean up this mess.”

As she sat on the bed, I opened her suitcase and saw that she had brought back some clothes with her. I figured that that was where she had gone during my shower. I wanted to ask so many questions about what she was planning on doing, but I waited to see what kind of clothes she had brought with her to try to figure some of it out on my own. I neatly placed several pairs of shorts and skirts in the drawer, then half a dozen tops, and as I went for her underwear and socks, I saw other things under them. I was almost too afraid to study them, but it was clear they were specifically bought for me. So as to get a peek into what she might have in mind for me, I took out each item as if they might break one at a time.

The first thing I took out seemed the largest. It appeared to be leather cuffs with metal rings all off it, and a belt that held the cuffs together. My heart skipped a beat or two when I finally figured out that it was some sort of bondage gear. I put it in the drawer and took out a second set of leather cuffs and added them to the drawer as well. Next came two small belts, one leather and one sort of stylish pink nylon… they were dog collars. They still even had the tags on them from the pet store in the strip mall.

“Bring those to me.”

Her voice broke me out of the fog my mind was reeling in. I walked over to the far side of the bed and handed them to her. She grabbed my hair, bent me closer to her and held them up to my face. I guess she decided that the nylon one looked better and began fastening it around my neck.

Daring more discipline, I needed to ask, “What if Joey comes home? How will I explain this, Mandy?”

“Don’t worry sweetie, he won’t be back until Monday. It’s just us girls for the entire weekend.”

I went back to placing the rest of her implements, obvious restraining devices and straps, a small box tied with a bow, and other things into the drawer and found space for all the clothes of mine that she had dumped on the floor. Question after question came to mind, but I was too afraid to ask any of them. When I was done, I turned to Mandy to await her next demand of me. When she finally noticed I was waiting on her, she simple told me she was hungry.

For some reason I was use to hearing my brother say that and responded the same way.

“You want me to fix you something?”

“Well, that would be nice. I need to keep up my strength if we’re going to play all night together.”

I turned to head downstairs before she got a good look at my face. I was putting it together piece by piece as to what she might be expecting of me. I kept moving the collar around that she had put on a little too tightly, and couldn’t get past the implications of what wearing a dog collar might mean. As I set out to heat up some spaghetti from the fridge, something I knew she loved, I kept trying to figure out how I was supposed to act. She helped me out there by telling me that I was awfully quiet and that when not under her thumb, I could speak my mind as long as I remembered my place and spoke respectfully. I still couldn’t voice a single word until I dished out her meal and sat across from the table to watch her eat.

“Not hungry? I thought you would be joining me.”

“I just thought… I don’t know, I guess I’m waiting to figure out what you expect of me.”

“Glad to see you’re taking this seriously. You’d better; it’ll save you a lot of trouble.”

I thought about Joey and asked her, “Where… how does my brother fit into all this? I know I’m not supposed to talk to him about any of this, but for how long? And how long do you plan on…” My voice trailed off not knowing how to ask that question. I was too afraid to hear her answer I guess.

Between scoffing down my food, she said, “As I told you; nothing should change for right now. I have a plan of how I want him to find out about us, but neither of you are ready to hear about that yet. But when he’s ready and I know you will do as I ask, I will blow your fucking minds. You’ll be cumming for a week. This is really good. Got any more?”

I smiled knowing that she liked my cooking and gladly got her a second helping. I even got myself a little to wash away the emptiness the day had brought me so far. Empty not from lack of fulfillment, but from lacking the knowledge I so desperately needed. There was a noise outside that startled me. Sitting there at the kitchen table totally nude made me very uneasy and I saw Mandy smile over my fear.

“I liked hearing about how Joey walked you around in the park bare ass. He told me your nipples were hard as rocks. You liked that, didn’t you?”

I hung my head in shame and answered her, “Yeah, but it was so scary. I was so afraid of getting caught like that. Are you… going to do anything… like that?”

She came around the table and tilted my head up to kiss me, and went back to her seat. “Honey, that’s nothing compared to what I have planned for you. But don’t fret about it, I’ll take it slow with you. If you think your love affair with your brother is great, wait till you see what ours will be like.”

Since I was looking down most of the time, I took notice of my boobs and how they seemed a little deformed. I guessed it was just from swelling on the sides they had been hit on. For some morbid reason, I just needed to know, from her and in her own words.

“What was it like… I mean, for you…”

Mandy was puzzled over what I was talking about.

“You know… when you… when you hit me. What was it like?”

She laughed way too hard over my question. I knew she would be amused, but not to that degree. “Bitch, you have no fucking idea how that pleased me. Oh, the emotions? There’s so many that it would take the rest of the day to tell you.”

“Was it, you know, easy for you?”

She stopped eating and stared at me. “No, as a matter of fact, it wasn’t easy at all. Did I enjoy it, hell yeah? But it wasn’t something I went into lightly. You see, about three weeks ago when I knew this day was coming, I decided that I would need a way to get you in line. I thought about throwing you in a closet, but that would be slow. I even thought about whipping your ass, but I’m not into causing unnecessary pain. Then I was looking at my own boobs in the mirror and it came to me. It would be something I could do quickly, not leave any lasting marks, and by the look on your face, it got your attention real fast. By the way, has your brother ever used corporal punishment on you?”

“No,” I was shocked to even hear that question from her. “He’d never lay a hand on me like that.” I stopped there because I had just shown an amount of disrespect to her way of doing things.

“That’s good! It would be too easy for him to go overboard trying something like that. You know, I even had him do that to me to try it out. The little prick swatted me twice like a little girl, so after berating his manhood for a couple of minutes, he finally gave me a pretty good slap. Men and their egos! Pretty wild punishment though, don’t you think?”

“It got my attention.”

“You hate me for doing that to you?”

This was the first time she had shown any concern for what I felt and when I thought about it and what it meant in this D/s world I was now trapped in, I had to answer her honestly.

“No, I understand why you did it. But Joey is always more… passive.”

“I know, honey, but I’m in charge now and I certainly want you to understand that. I need you to understand that. Do you?”

“Yes, but I’m just afraid that… that everything is going to get all messed up.”

Mandy pushed her plate away from her when she finished and worked to soothe my fears.

“I know change is hard to accept, but you’ll learn to love me just as much as your brother. And when I bring him into the fold, we’ll be one happy family. You will be quiet about this, right?”

“I swear, I don’t want you to do anything to him. He really likes you… maybe even loves you. Please don’t hurt him.”

“Like I said, I’m not into pain like that. But if you take good care of me, I’ll take good care of him. You piss me off and you might both end up paying for it. You want to see something different about us?”

I was bewildered by her sudden change in topic and nodded my head. Instead of telling me something though, she told me to go upstairs and bring down the little box I had put in her drawer earlier. I had wondered what was in it, but it was taped closed. I went to fetch it, aq particularly fitting statement with a dog collar on, and brought it back to her. She pushed it across the table to me and informed me that it was my first gift and that I should cherish it forever.

I opened the box slowly and found a beautiful little crystal goblet. It looked beautiful!

“Thanks, but what’s it for?”

“That my dear, is your own personal drinking glass for a very special liquid. Come over here.”

I didn’t like the tone of her voice, especially since it had reverted to a more dominating tone.

“I guess now is as good of a time as any to break you in. Get on your knees.”

I went down to my knees and was trembling over what I half expected to happen.

Mandy rubbed her hand through my hair softly while she filled me in. “You know how your brother pisses on you to assert his authority over you? Like I did earlier as well? Well, that’s not meant to be punishment; that’s to claim you. I have to need for a greater version of that. Take the goblet in you right hand…”

I knew this was going to be bad, but did as she ordered.

“Now push my skirt back and hold your glass to my… well, you know.”

My hand was trembling so bad as I did it that I feared dropping the glass. I knew what she was going to do, but prayed that she wouldn’t take this as far as I might expect.

As I saw her relaxing her muscles, she continued telling me what to do. When I saw her starting to pee in the glass, my heart nearly thumped out of my chest. I watched her trying hard to regulate just how much urine she let escape from her. When the glass was nearly half full, she sat upright and smiled at me. She had to know that I knew what was coming next.’

“Please, Mandy, don’t make me do this. I can’t, please…”

“Put it to your nose and smell it. Now!”

I did as I was told and nearly gagged over the smell of it.

“Feel how warm it is? And isn’t it just precious; you just collected your first drink from me. From me; your new drink fountain.” Suddenly her voice grew thoroughly demanding. “Stick your tongue in it and move it around.”

I began begging for her mercy, but after several threats and then finally asking me if I wanted to assume the position again, I did as I was commanded. It was vile and warm. Knowing where it had just come from made it no easier to deal with, nor acceptable.

“Now the really big leap. I won’t make you drink all of it, but I will if you don’t do as I say immediately. I want to see you sample it. Put it to your lips and make sure I see some of it go into your mouth, and hold it there until I tell you what to do.”

I had no other choice, so in incredibly slow motion, I lifted the glass to my mouth. I saw her face determined to make me taste her, and I knew that sooner or later that she would find a way to succeed, so as disgusting and depraved as it might have been, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I opened my mouth and waited to feel this nasty crap flow into my mouth. When it hit my tongue I thought I would freak out, but when I was sure I had poured a teaspoon worth of her pee, I closed my mouth and opened my eyes to see her dancing in her skin. I mumbled trying to get her to tell me I could spit it out, but instead I heard those tormenting words.

“Good girl, now swish it around to get a really good taste of it.” When she was certain her taste would not soon disappear from my taste buds, she continued on. “Now, swallow it.”

Under the threat of having to finish the glass, I sucked up my fears and swallowed hard and fast. It was acrid and foul. I thought for sure that I would puke it right back up, but somehow it stayed down. When she saw I was feeling faint, she had me sit down to catch my breath. But if she really wanted me to feel better, than an explanation of her future plans for me wasn’t helping.

“Now, you little cunt, you got it? You’re mine and I’ll do with you as I want. This was just a taste of what’s to come for you. When I want to amuse myself by seeing you prove how loyal you are to me, it’ll either be this, or getting your pimples slapped all to hell. My goal is a simple one; and you will learn to do it. When I tell you to get your goblet, you will get it into place and wait for me to fill it. Each time you will drink a little more until I become your own personal drinking fountain. Understand?”

When I began shaking my head over the thought of repeating this exercise even once more, it seemed too much for my brain to handle. For a brief moment I decided that her slaps would be much easier to handle, but when she grabbed my right tit to squeeze it hard to get me to answer her, I had to sell my soul.

I nodded my head and told her, “I understand Mandy, but…”

She cut me off by calling me “a good cunt” and went upstairs. A half hour later I had to know what she was doing and quietly snuck upstairs where I found her taking a nap on my bed and the way she had fallen asleep made it impossible for me to just leave the room. She was flat on her back and her legs were slightly spread. I had a perfect view of the very parts that had so tormented me throughout the afternoon. I remembered what it had felt like to run my tongue through her labia and all the new sensations that had brought me. I thought about how her clit seemed overly engorged as I nibbled at it to make her climax. Her face seemed so angelic as she slept and I stood there trying to figure out how a once sweet and dear friend could have just made me literally drink from her body; or how she could have slapped my breasts so hard so many times.

I guess she felt my presence, because I saw her move ever so slightly, and then she gestured for me to come to her. Still nude as I’d been for the last hours, I went to her side and lied down next to her. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh, so thinking I understood her motion, I ran my hand up under her skirt and gently massaged her mons and vulva. Her faint moaning told me I had read her right, and we both fell asleep to my gentle touching of her.

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