My Brother’s Toy

Part 9

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.

The rest of Friday night was mostly about bringing me up to date over how everything had come about that had earned Mandy her title over me. I had found out that my brother hadn’t ever really turned on me in the way I had thought, but in the past three weeks he had been forced to surrender many details I would have rather had kept secret. I was also made aware of just how Mandy wanted to be treated; both sexually and as her obedient submissive servant. The latter came about as open training that seemed to thrill Mandy as she continuously reminded me of it.

After getting me rather wasted on more Bloody Marias, the night ended with her bringing me out to the backyard on a leash attached to my collar, in the dark but yet still within sight of a few houses, and had me go to the bathroom like a dog. Luckily I only had to pee, but the thought of what she might require of me in the future was gruesome at best. After she had “put me out for the night”, I was tethered to the doorknob of my closet door by the leash while I sat on my knees. She only gave my lead enough slack so that I could sit on my bottom by the door and ordered me not to move. I was worried when I saw her getting ready for bed and when it was apparent that she was going to leave me this way the entire night, I began fretting over what to do. There she was sleeping comfortably in my bed as I was tied to my own closet door in a way I wouldn’t have done to a real dog. I decided that this was probably one of the tests of my ability to obey her, and decided I wasn’t going to fail. I made myself as comfortable as my situation would allow and eventually fell asleep sitting with my back to the door and my body essentially being held upright with the aid of my leash. Several times throughout the night I fell over until the leash tugged at my collar which ground into the flesh of my neck and I would work to balance myself again. It would have been so easy to simply untie my lead and hope to get it back in place before Mandy woke up, but I feared her catching me cheating. Oddly enough, I wasn’t so much afraid of her punishing me as I was of failing her.

The sun finally woke Mandy. I had been awake for nearly an hour and needed to pee again really bad. When I saw her eyes flittering, I played the part of a dog and began whining softly to let her know. I saw her gleefully smiling even before looking past her feet to see that I had obediently made it through the night. She sat up, changed her smirk to a knowing smile over her acknowledged position over me, and scooted out of bed to come to me. All I got was a pat on the head, released from my lead, and told I could go to the bathroom. After stumbling to my feet and stretching for the first time in hours, I waited at the door. I prayed that she hadn’t meant for me to go outside again, and when she saw me waiting, she told me that if she wanted me to go outside that she would walk me there. All other times I was allowed to use the bathroom.

When Mandy came downstairs, nude with clothes in her hand, I was tugged along with her to the bathroom. I waited for her to inspect her body in the full length mirror, and then found myself being dragged into the shower with her. However, the shower was only residually mine; I was there more to wash her body and hair for her. Just when I assumed she was ready to get out, she had one last statement to make to me for the morning. She placed a firm hand on my shoulder, and indicated she wanted me on my knees. Even as I took my place, I knew what was coming. She positioned her torso over my head, which I had to turn to the side to accommodate her, and waited for her to foul my body once more with urine. I had wondered why she hadn’t taken a leak immediately, and now I knew why. I thought she would never be done, but when I finally felt her last pulses of pee hitting my face, I was ordered to wipe her off with the face cloth. I very quickly took my own shower and was rinsing off when she demanded my attention. I shut off the water and saw her waiting for me to towel her dry. It seemed oddly intimate doing that for her, but I guess my mindset was changing after her night of training, because I enjoyed rubbing her body with the towel until I was sure she was dried perfectly. I even had the task of blow drying her hair.

After fixing her breakfast, I was led upstairs to finally put on clothes for the first time in about eighteen hours. I asked about taking off my pink nylon collar and was told that it would stay on. I was going to gripe about what people might think if they recognized it as a dog collar, but I knew she had already thought about that. It turned out that she wanted to take me shopping and at first I was “trained” to behave just the way I would have if none of the last day had ever happened. Essentially, I was taught to act normal unless I was referred to as Didi. I was so happy to see that there would be normal interactions between us when in public, but after buying me several news pieces of clothing she felt would make me appropriately sexy as her new procession, she took a great deal of pleasure in mind fucking me once again. We walked to the park and then to the second park a little past the first. It was the local dog park where people came to let their dogs run free of their leashes. When I saw she wanted to go in and greet some of the dogs people had brought there to exercise, I freaked out. I saw no good coming from it.

At first we played with a couple of the dogs and walked around the perimeter. A couple of the people I knew said hello to us, but one of them saw my collar for what it was and Mandy had no problem telling him about it.

“I thought I had to have a collar on my dog to walk her in here?”

I thought I would die from embarrassment until she added that she was just kidding the dude. She told him that it was just a teenage fashion statement and he laughed it off. Thinking her fun with me was over; I would soon be proven wrong. We walked around the park again until we were slightly hidden by one tree in the corner of the fence line.

“Didi, I want you to be a good girl. Sit… on your knees… now.”

I went out of my mind trying to figure out if she was serious until she became very demanding of me. I took a quick look behind me to make sure no one was paying attention to us, and did as I was told.

“Now, lift my skirt and lap at me a little.”

“Please, not here. Please don’t do this to me. There are people here that know me. We’ll get arrested.”

Seeing that she was dead serious, I took another look around and slid my hand up to the bottom of her skirt. I took a last look at her face to be sure she really wanted me to do this, and just as I began pushing one side of her skirt up just enough to see her pubic hair, her hand brushed me away.

“Stand up cunt.”

I quickly accepted her command to great relief and was glad to see it was just another one of her tests to check for my compliance. My eyes darted around to see if anyone had noticed what had gone on, but luckily everyone seemed engaged with their dogs.

“I’m glad to see you were going to do that. It wouldn’t have been good for you if you hadn’t. You’re proving to be a very fast learner and I like that in my cunt. You pleased to know you’ve made me happy?”

“Yes Mandy, I’m very glad. Thank you for not making me do that in front of all these people.”

After leaving the park, I was allowed to go back to my somewhat normal self again and we spent the next two hours walking around town and talking about our new bond. After learning how stealing me away from my brother had made Mandy feel deep inside, I relaxed enough to answer her questions about my own feelings rather easily; especially since I was allowed to speak as the easy going girlfriend I had once been to her. After a day of debauchery and intimidation, it was really nice just talking like two best friends.

After a little friendly prodding, I spilled the beans on how I felt about losing Didi to Mandy as it would apply to my brother. I went into great detail over what he meant to me and saw that there was still a bit of human sympathy left in my friend. I saw that giving her that take on my views would probably have some effect on how things progressed forward in the future. We chatted about our personal interactions with Joey and talked like a couple of school girls as we analyzed his skills at both fucking and eating a girls’ pussy. There was no doubting his skills in that department. And it was totally out of character for any two girls to talk so intimately over the sexual interludes they had both had with a former lover. However, former only as in what we had done with him so far; I found out that we were both going to still capitalize on his skills in the future.

I was glad to hear that she wasn’t going to take my dear brother out of my life entirely, and that she had no serious plans on hurting his image in this small town of ours. I was also very pleased to know that these breaks from Didi would become a common part of our new life together, because I really loved the Mandy I had grown up with and didn’t wish to lose the closeness we shared in that regard. Things began feeling much better to me over what was going on between us now. Even when she told me that the rest of the weekend would be focused on re-training me as her property, I knew the base bond we shared would protect me from being exposed to the townies, and I wouldn’t have to fear any serious injury at her hands. That topic lead her to ask me how I felt, truly felt about Didi; everything from how I viewed myself as property to what it was like to be stolen away from my prior relationship.

I thought about what she was asking and gave her as much honesty as I could muster. “Damn, I’m not really sure I can answer you as completely as you might want, but the last several months have been such a fucking mind blower for me. Before summer, I would have kicked anyone’s ass if they told me what to do, but Joey lulled me our D/s relationship so gently and the rewards always seemed to outweigh the bad. Since Didi isn’t here right now… I have to admit… I’m really glad that you, you know… came into my life this way. Don’t get me wrong, you scare the hell out of me. I never would have imagined you could do shit like this, or that I could allow someone to do it. I never would have even guessed you were capable of taking such control over me, but damn, I don’t know what it is about you.”

I could see she was truly happy that I wasn’t bitter over what she had been doing to me. She agreed that with this D/s world that we were both fulfilling our needs and roles for something that most people would never be able to begin to acknowledge about themselves. I saw that caring look in her face that I had missed for quite some time now and finally she asked me about her forms of discipline and her efforts in making sure I knew my place with her dominating techniques. I knew she was referring to the peeing thing, and though everything in me still cried out foul, I tried answering her honestly.

“Getting hit… like that… I mean, I can understand it all and why you’re doing that kind of stuff to me, but honestly, it blows my fucking mind that you can do that to me. And half the time even though I’m the one getting smacked or whatever, I seem more worried about what it takes for you to do that stuff to me. It hurts like hell, but I know its part of the… god I hate this word, training. I know that you love me or you wouldn’t be doing this to me. And I think that’s what’s driving me to comply with all this shit. Maybe you were right! Maybe I am a lesbian looking for someone to care for me.”

I thought for a moment and went on. “And about the peeing stuff, I guess Joey really broke me into that, so I can understand why you feel the need to do that, too. It seemed so much easier when he did it, because having a guy do it to you is less… abnormal, I guess? But it works! I really have to admit that when you’ve been broken down to the point where you’re willing to allow another person to urinate on you, that you really have to acknowledge what you are to them. But, are you really going to, you know… keep making me, taste you that way?”

Mandy’s silence on the subject made it clear that she wasn’t about to answer me and that sort of was an answer in itself. Why else would she have bought that crystal goblet for me? I wanted to beg her not to do that to me anymore, but even though Didi was asleep at the moment, I was still her new devotee and knew that would be entirely up to her to decide. One other subject came up about my collars. I fingered the pink one I was wearing and told her how it was rather humiliating in many ways, but it also had a signification that I couldn’t deny; it really seemed like just a piece of jewelry that secretly bonded me to her. I asked her to never make me where the thick leather one around town and her smile told me that that was already out of the picture. I felt good knowing that she didn’t want to expose my humility to the town any more than I would want.

We finally started heading back to the house again and we got into pushing each other around like we use to; a body check here or there, and a slap on each other’s arms to indicate a foul subject had been breached. Mandy even wanted to know how my mom was doing in her new job and home. I confessed to missing having her around, but being so drawn into the D/s life, I was glad she wasn’t around to see any of it going on. Just before getting to the house, I was forced to think about something new when Mandy asked me what life would be like for me when she moved on. I had thought many times about getting some measure of relief from her, but when she put it that way that I would be dealing with life one day without her, I actually grew quite anxious. My life had been so consumed with Joey and learning my new station in life that I had never considered life without either of them. I guess my training had been thorough so far, as a shiver ran down my spine thinking about her question.

I was still thinking about how to answer her when we walked through the door of my house and all of a sudden everything reverted right back to where it had been before leaving. She called me Didi, pushed me to my knees right there at the door, and walked her torso directly to my face. Not knowing exactly what she wanted, I decided that when she held still that she was waiting for me to take action. I slowly lifted her skirt and saw the glistening labia before me. Knowing that it had been caused by all our in depth discussions, I knew she was hot for my attention. I could feel my puppy dog eyes saying how I felt as I worked my mouth between her legs to reach her vulva and began lapping and licking my way back into performing as Didi. Her instant moans of pleasure told me I was assuming my role correctly and I found my hands grabbing for the top of her legs to gently separate her thighs for a better target, and made unadulterated love to her pussy. For an act I had found so repulsive just the day before, I was quickly finding something about having my face buried between her legs as very rewarding. I still had trouble freeing my mind of the guilt of eating out another girl, but after our talk over the last hours, I was sure this would be a common requirement of me and tried to overcome my innate feelings of acting so queer with a girl.

Mandy began getting vocally vulgar as I worked at her, and it seemed to revolve mostly around my brother. That reminded me of how he had told me that she had talked about me so often as they got it on and I found myself smirking under her skirt to see how the tables had seemed to change in that respect. It was a turn on hearing her planning future tasks for him, but since I saw it as nothing more than verbally fantasizing, I wasn’t too worried that she would ever actually work to fulfill any of the ideas she was putting forth. I was beginning to wonder about my own sick world however when I realized that her descriptions of what she wanted to see and do was causing me a serious thrill mentally. I remembered watching my brother blowing that guy yesterday and how much he had obviously enjoyed doing it. It was all so wicked and nasty that I could tell I was becoming a sopping wet mess in my shorts. I knew that when I stood up that that wetness could very well be visible to Mandy, but there was nothing I could do about it.

By the time Mandy was thrusting her hips hard against my mouth over the climax I had forced her to have, I was thoroughly pleased over how well I was adapting at pleasing a girl in this way. It still took a great deal of effort to get over my homosexual phobia, but seeing how I had made her smile so intensely went a long way to doing that. After catching her breath and pushing my head away from her crotch, she helped me to my feet and tugged my hand to follow her to our new playroom in the basement. I was led immediately into the rear room and Mandy pointed to my goblet still resting on the table.

“Round two, cunt. You look thirsty!”

I understood what she meant all too well and retrieved the glass. She stood there waiting for me to understand that I shouldn’t need any further orders, so I eventually got to my knees before her and pushed her skirt away enough to see my target. I gently pushed one foot away to allow me to fit the glass in place, and snuggled it against her opening. I guess her mind control was total in that I found my free hand that was holding up her skirt began fingering her mons as if gesturing her bladder to relax to make it possible to start her procedure. I looked between her smug face displaying power over me and the special goblet she had bought just for me to perform this task. I could actually feel her releasing her bladder just as the glass took on her first squirt of pee. And then I felt her muscles tense up as she stopped her stream just as quickly. I held the glass firmly in place waiting to see if there would be a second exercise, but she backed away from me, leaving me holding another half glass of her urine to ponder.

“You know the drill, bitch! I want to see it go in.”

I felt the thin goblet warming from her pee and felt my body going faint over what I knew I had to do. I took a good look at it just before bringing the glass to my mouth, tipping my head back, and poured as little as possible of it into my mouth to insure she had seen it flowing. She ordered me to swish it around my mouth and after she was sure my taste buds had been properly inundated, I was told to swallow it. I took a deep breath through my nose and swallowed hard and fast. The aftertaste was inescapable. A second time I had drank the urine I had directly collected from my dear friend, and now clearly the owner of my free will. She was absolutely correct in how this act was far superior in claiming me as her property next to how Joey had just peed on my face and body. This time around however, my body tingled over the extremity of the nastiness she had demanded, and perhaps that was why she had to see more of it.

“Empty the glass on the floor.” I did as I was told despite thinking how awful and disgusting it was to sully the floor. Strange that I would worry about the cleanliness of the floor over what I had just done with the rest of it. “Now, take another drink.”

At first I wondered how since she had just made me throw it on the floor, but then I realized that she wanted me to go through all the steps to collecting it again to get a second glass from her. I was proven right when she spread her legs as I lifted her skirt a second time. And just as before, I found my hand massaging her mons area to provoke her into filling the glass I held to her. I could never explain what was driving me to comply with such a wickedly despicable act. Perhaps it was the vulgarity of it, perhaps it was the outlandish depravity of committing such a lewd gesture; but then again, I thought that perhaps this was in some way bringing her directly into my body by drinking from her.

I watched closely as she freed her grip on two more quick squirts so as to fill my goblet again. I was oddly amazed at the control she had over her bladder muscles since I wouldn’t be able to stop for anything in the world once I started. Obviously, she had practiced this art for some time.

“Now, this time I want you to do it on your own in the same way, but with twice as much.” She stepped on me knee as if to indicate her demand more fiercely, and added, “And I want you to show me how much you enjoy it.”

I looked up at her and then at the glass. My stomach started churning knowing what was coming for it. I put the glass to my mouth again and as I looked dead into her eyes, I tilted my head back and poured in what I thought had to be enough, and began swishing it around in my mouth. Her smugness over my compliance drove me into such a state of euphoria that immediately after grimacing as I swallowed her cocktail, I smiled over my ability to conform to my new role for her.

“Now clean up this mess and come back upstairs. Fetch me your other collar when you come up.”

I grabbed some paper towels and began wiping her urine off the floor, wondering what else was coming my way. I cleaned my goblet as best as I could without any water and held it up to inspect it. There was an intimate attachment I now had to it that made me grin. And I hadn’t worn the thick leather collar yet, but something wildly erotic about her asking for it came to mind. Being treated like a dog also had its share of satisfying results when it came to pleasing my new owner. I wondered if I would ever understand her fascination for controlling my mind in that way.

When I came down and presented her with my thicker collar, she wasted no time in putting it on me. Clearly she was enjoying fucking with my head and made several comments about how well I had been behaving for my new owner.

During an early supper I was preparing for us, Mandy was telling me about how she had really begun her life in the world of domination. Evidently she had skipped over what had initially placed the thought in her head and went to the first instance instead. It had been little more than backing a girl into the corner of the girl’s bathroom at school. She had just been reading about how true submissive minds usually put on a front of badness to hide their fear of being overrun. All she did was thump the girl on her head with her index finger, but when she saw how easy it had been to put a girl that had been talking trash about her in her place, she realized she was onto something. She then pointed out how she had viewed me in that same way when I hid behind my Tomboy act. In many ways I had to agree, but I sure didn’t tell her that; as if I had to agree with the obvious. She was just bouncing back to what had initially intrigued her about dominating people and was about to say something about my mom when the phone rang. I answered it and heard the male voice asking for Mandy. I asked who was calling and passed her the phone just as he answered.

“It’s for you. I don’t know why he would be calling for you here. It’s some guy named Jacob.”

I guess I had been stuck on why she was about to bring my mom into the picture when it suddenly occurred to me that I had just met a Jacob, and when I remembered the day before I put it all together. Even as I listened to her conversation in a subdued manner, I wondered what in the world my mom would have to do with any of this. I couldn’t think of a more laid back woman.

The phone call was short and cryptic, and it ended with Mandy telling the guy that she would call him back. Her smirk told me that she was up to her new bag of tricks even before she spoke about the conversation.

“That was an interesting little chat. It seems that Jacob has taken a liking to Joey. He wanted to know if he could have a repeat of yesterday. What do you think; too early for another go at him?”

I immediately became worried for my brother until I remembered how much he had appeared to like what had been done to him by that same man the day before. Now I was torn between trying to save Joey from further emasculation, and wondering if I was hindering his hidden life of enjoyment. Either way, I had no clear answer for Mandy and shrugged my shoulders. My answer was unacceptable to her and she commanded a verbal response from me.

“I don’t know… how can I answer that? Why don’t you talk to Joey and see what he wants?” Realizing I had just thrown him to the wolves, I tried justifying my response by digging an even deeper hole for him. “I guess he did like it, but come on Mandy… can’t you give him a break?”

She seemed to fail hearing the latter part and stated, “He did seem to really enjoy himself. And what about you? I saw your face as you watched his pecker puke all over the place… I bet you’d really like to see that happen again, wouldn’t you?”

Just hearing her talk about it that way started a quiver in my loins I couldn’t deny. If we were talking about anyone else I would have answered her “yes” instantly, but not after what I knew my brother was already in for in the near future. I heard myself answering her in almost a dreamy way before I knew I was speaking out loud.

“I guess he liked it, so maybe I would be mean to say no. But that has to be so… emasculating to his ego as a guy. Are you sure he really liked it?”

“You know my opinion already, sweetie. But how about you; you want to see it all again?”

I took a big gulp and nodded my head slowly as I had to admit to her that it had been a very wild thing to see going on right in front of my own eyes. I alluded to his expulsion at the end and how I had always taken that as a sign that the guy had really liked the sex he was having and finally asked, “If you do it, could you just make sure it’s what he wants?”

She laughed and told me she was already sure of how he would answer that question and then decided to make me the grim reaper in his downfall.

“Then it’s settled. But… just to get you involved a little, you tell me when, where, and under what conditions.”

I didn’t know as much about my brother in this area as Mandy obviously did, so I told her that I would prefer the same conditions as yesterday, and as soon as the meeting could be arranged. She took the latter part of my statement to mean that I couldn’t wait to see it happen again and with her smugness decided that the next day would be the perfect timing. She reached for the phone for what I had assumed was a call back to this Jacob guy, but I figured out that she was calling my brother first. I had no idea where he was staying, but it was clear that she did. I heard her telling him that Jacob had really liked his service and that she expected him at the house the next day at noon, sharp. He was told to bring the same gear with him and apparently she was told that it was already in the house someplace. That sort of intrigued me to know my brother had a secret stash of sex toys in the house.

Mandy then called back this Jacob dude and set things up with him for ten minutes past noon for the next day. Seeing that all this depravity was truly going to happen again, my mind and my crotch began conspiring over what I would be seeing again. It was so fucking hot watching one guy giving another a blowjob, but to know it would be my brother sucking the other guy off sent shivers up and down my spine. Within just a few minutes, my brother’s fate was sealed.

“Okay girl, now let’s hear what you think about all this. Take off your top and get over here.”

I tugged my halter top over my head and walked next to where Mandy was seated and waited to see what was in her mind. She began toying with my nipples and had me sit on her lap facing her. She wanted to look me in the eye as she spent several minutes prying the truth out of me over how excited I was to know that I was going to see something a second time that is usually “ugged” over by most girls, but secretly touted as one of the most desired visions that every girl wanted to witness at least once. There was just something about seeing another guy in the place of a girl that really sent us off. After I finally admitted how much the thought of it all was so pleasing to me, I failed to offer the protection for Joey I would have normally given him. It was almost as if I was plotting with Mandy over how best to humiliate his manhood just for us to get our kicks. I asked her about Jacob and if she was sure she could trust him.

“Ah, Jacob? He’s a pretty cool guy, older, but fucks pretty nicely. He’s done me twice and I had no complaints. Don’t get me wrong though, he’s not nearly as good as Joey. And he won’t even get close to sucking pussy. That is where your brother really excels over all guys. But what am I saying? You already know that better than me.”

Talking about Joey’s sexual abilities was driving up the wall. I had wanted to hold him tight to me ever since Mandy came to me yesterday to make my world right again. And it had been almost a week since I had fed on his delightful semen. Mandy was driving me crazy over keeping us separated. For a brief moment I wondered if when I did get to see him again if I was going to be true to Mandy. I couldn’t picture not warning him of what was coming, or about how she had stolen me away from him. I guess the best I could do was stay loyal to my new owner and hope to be able to keep her under control with my own compliance to her whims. As luck would have it, she noticed my distant look and figured out I was hiding something from her. I finally had to admit to her what I had been thinking about not having “fed” on him as she had found out I called it. I should have noticed the wheels turning in her head, but by the time that happened, I would already be doing her bidding.

The rest of the night was spent getting wasted and going between my self and Didi. I really enjoyed talking for myself with Mandy and we had a great time, but I saw that she was invoking my new name more to train me to snap to attention than anything else. Every hour or so she would have Didi do some little thing to demean her, but then I would be allowed to relax back to myself again. With all the tequila I was being fed it was getting rather confusing to know who I really was at any given moment.

I guess it was her drunken state that kept her from doing much more to me before bed, but I was thankful for that; the alternative could have been much worse. I was taking outside to pee again when it was time to call it a night. By that time I was bare ass and she walked me on the leash, on my hands and knees through the grass about twenty feet from the back door. I prayed that none of the neighbors would see my humiliating task being done; especially in the odd position I was forced to take so as to mimic a dog as I went. In that position it was impossible to keep from getting pee all over my legs, so thankfully the grass wiped most of it away back to the house.

Upstairs I was also thankful when she took the lead off my collar that I had to tell her how it had felt to be tied to the doorknob all night and afterwards she told me she would allow me to sleep with her as long as I stayed between her legs all night. She had to tell me exactly what she meant by that, but essentially I had to lick at her until she fell asleep and then I could use her crotch as a pillow for the rest of the night. At one point during the middle of the night, she turned one leg over my head and her vulva was right there in my face. Smelling her scent stirred me into needing to taste her for some sick reason, so when I found my face being smothered between her legs as she slept on her side, I began exploring her folds lightly. I was indeed turning completely gay for my best friend.

I was awakened by Mandy pushing me away from her crotch and being pulled downstairs to the bathroom. Obviously the drinking had left her in dire need to pee and it was no surprise to see her pushing me into the shower and directly to my knees. I even helped situate myself between her legs as her torrent of urine splashed down around my face and shoulders. And if that wasn’t odd enough, I was ordered to go at the same time. It was weird, but just letting go of my own full bladder that way as she was making her statement was amazingly pleasing. Without missing a beat, she stepped forward toward the shower head and had me help bathe her for the second morning in a row. It was much easier this time and I almost lovingly washed every inch of her from her head to her toes. Since I had been given precious little time to wash my own body yesterday, I tried combining the two objectives without making it obvious. My hair was the really hard part, but I managed to meet both tasks. When she was pleased with my rinsing out her hair, she shut off the water and stepped out to await my final chore of toweling her dry. Drying her seemed like a very loving act that I liked doing for her. It was also rather nice blow drying her hair into a fluffy pile of locks.

I was reminded, as if I needed to be, of what was coming for my brother in just a few hours. I guess it was harder to hide my heightened state of anticipation from her than I thought and that got her to tease my unmercifully over my giddiness. I couldn’t deny any further how much I wanted to watch Jacob fucking my brother’s face again. Every time I felt guilt over my own pleasurable thoughts, I felt sad for my brother and hoped that when he found out about my hand in his setup that he wouldn’t hate me for it. Whatever would come of it wasn’t about to deter my crusade to watch as my brother repeated his newly exposed desire to suck cock. Since I had developed such a propensity for it my self, the only thing that really seemed to bother me about it was how it might affect him mentally.

During our breakfast, Mandy gave me several instructions on how I was to behave when the time came. Her main focus was that I should play with myself during the entire event and to be ready to eat her out as the wild lesbian-like girl I had been proving myself to be as soon as the two men were gone. I couldn’t help but wonder aloud if my brother would cum again as he performed his duties. I saw that glint in Mandy’s eyes and wondered if I was beginning to seem a little too enthused over Joey’s predicament.

A few minutes to twelve, I was ordered into the basement to strip and hide in the back room to await Mandy. She stayed behind to receive Joey and prepare him for his “man”. The way she put that out there bothered me a little. It almost seemed as if she was trying to mate my brother up with Jacob as though they would become a permanent union.

I was on pins and needles as I stripped off my clothes and I sat there in the dark. I couldn’t help but play with my self a little. I heard my brother come into the house and went nuts on my own clit as I fantasized what this all had to be doing to him. Whether he was truly a willing participant in this or not was no longer an issue as I played within my own fantasy world. I was in the throes of a major climax just as I heard Mandy leading my brother down the stairs and stood to watch his nude form being guided into the same perpendicular position that had provided us such a treat the last time. He was wearing the black hood again with only his mouth and nose exposed, and was handcuffed as well. I was put off a little to see him seemingly fighting Mandy’s efforts at controlling him today and wondered if she had planned something worse for him that she hadn’t told me about.

As soon as she had him sitting still on his knees and resting back on his butt, she went back upstairs to await Jacob. I stared at my brother and watched his flaccid dick hanging limp. Was he worried? He didn’t seem as excited as he had the last time. But all that changed in an instant when Jacob knocked at the front door upstairs. I saw his cock begin swelling and then bobbing in rhythm to the blood flooding into his appendage. Within just a couple of minutes, Mandy was leading my brother’s “man” down the stairs. She hurried back to watch the entire show with me and as soon as she saw the excitement on my face, she grabbed my hand and sniffed it. She didn’t say anything, but she definitely knew I had been playing with myself as I awaited my brother’s task to begin.

Jacob wasted no time himself, so I began toying with my lips as I had been instructed. I guess he had been told that he was being watched sodomizing my brother this time since Mandy hadn’t hidden where she had gone. And right from the start, I saw a much harsher treatment of this mans cocksucker. It wasn’t the calm, yet assertive way he had fucked my brother’s face before, but clearly much rougher. I even noticed Joey trying to get away from the cock plunging at him several times just to see Jacob holding him by the head with greater exuberance. Whatever was going on, I had my own mission this time. The guilt I had felt before was nowhere to be seen as my own rhythm increased. Another new aspect was I could barely hear Jacob verbally berating my brother over his performance and it seemed to be hitting home to my brother’s ears.

I finally figured out that the main thing that had to be worrying Joey was that the man seemed to be trying to go deeper than my brother could take him. I was about to ask Mandy to help him when we both noticed Joey’s cock becoming very rigid and standing straight up against his body. I knew far too well how excited he had to be for that to happen, so I held my words. Then I felt Mandy attaching the lead to my collar. Now it was my turn to become fearful of her plans, but after warning me to be absolutely silent, she told me that she wanted me to be next to my brother in case he shot his load again. And, if he did, I was ordered to clean it up. I had no idea what Jacob knew about me, but I really didn’t want to be out there.

Mandy took no pity on me and quietly led me out on my hands and knees until I was just a foot away from where my brother was sucking on Jacob. It was so wild knowing that I was that close to the action without Joey even knowing I was there. It was so wild that I barely fretted over being nude in this stranger’s presence. Even being led like a dog to their sides paled in comparison to what they were doing. I watched the union of the cock going back and forth and my brother’s mouth being forced to accept it. The sounds emanating from Joey’s gagging were electrifying. I should have been worried for him, but at this point I was paralyzed with my own lust for watching such a forbidden act. I knew he would be okay, at least physically, so I simply stayed quiet and watched my own live porn show.

I noticed that Jacob was watching me as he fucked my brother’s head and when I saw how excited my nude form was getting him, I began rubbing my right hand over my chest and even around my crotch to further excite him. I could tell that it was working by how much louder Joey was gagging and choking on Jacob, but I also knew I was speeding things up greatly. Then I heard a sudden muffled cry of an impending climax and could tell Joey was about to cum. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched his wilting cock suddenly begin oozing out a stream of semen unlike anything I had seen him do with me in the past. It was so much whiter and creamier, smoother than what I had always gotten from him. And just as before, it wasn’t jetting out of his cock, but more like flowing in much longer gushes. I quickly reached out with my tongue and mouth to catch some of it before it hit the floor. Even the taste seemed much fuller bodied and thicker in consistency. I immediately swallowed the first of it and eagerly waited the next spasm of cascading cream. I caught it, but barely touched my brother’s cock. I backed away for fear of him knowing I might be there, and noticed his cock was still spewing out this new form of sperm even though his erection was well faded. It was all so surreal to me.

I looked up just in time to see Jacob’s hands forcefully locking onto my brother’s head as he grunted over his impending ejaculation. When I saw Joey’s throat muscles swallowing, I knew he was now the one feeding on a cock of his own. I was in heaven with all that was happening around me, along with my brother’s sperm still tingling away in my mouth. I reached for the first of his cum that had fallen to the floor and scooped up what I could with my fingers and wiped it into my mouth. My excitement had never been greater as I watched the very person that had taken me in virtually the same way, as he was now getting his own taste of what it had felt like for me.

Suddenly I was dragged out of my dreamlike state as I heard Joey choking rather badly over Jacob’s handling him too roughly. I knew the feeling well and stared where my brother’s eyes would be if not covered by his full head mask. All I could see were his lips and nose as they protruded through the only opening in the mask; and cum was getting expunged out of the corners of his mouth with every choking motion. Jacob was turning him into a coughing, gagging mess of frothing cum and spittle. As I was seeing my brother pulling through his ordeal, I stared at the silhouette before me and got such a rush over his being tormented like this. I shouldn’t have taken my brother’s abuse at another man’s hands as a sexual turn on, yet that was exactly what it was doing for me. At this moment instead of fearing for him, I was enjoying the hell out of his forced compliance, and even delighted over the noises emanating from his throat as he struggled to endure his nearly brutal assault. At precisely that moment I fully understood totally for the first time just how Mandy had to feel when at her pinnacle of domination. Seeing my brother playing the part of the submissive servant right there just inches from my face was breathtaking and the extreme of sexual inspiration.

Just then I felt a hard tug on my leash and Mandy was walking me back to the other room with me still on my hands and knees. As soon as I was allowed to stand, I hurried to the window for a last glimpse of Joey’s turmoil. I guess my actions were transparent to Mandy; as she ran a hand up to feel my left nipple and tweak at it, she throatily whispered into my ear, “Feel the power? Doesn’t it just drive you fucking insane? I can see it in your face… and by how frigging hard this little bud is over the sight of your brother being used like a cheap fucking whore, I would guess that you have a whole new appreciation for my position.

I was dumbfounded over what I had witnessed and finally understood it well enough to write a fucking book on it. I had mistakenly thought all along that the D/s lifestyle was just a counter culture that paralleled everyday life, but now I was seeing it as a deviation of life that had to have the two very distinct and opposite roles within it. Both the Dominant and the submissive had their rewards and neither was greater than the other. As I had just seen first hand how gratifying it was from the outside looking in over my brother’s exploitation, I also saw how ridiculously hard it was to stand by and allow nature to take the course we had set for it so that we could bask in the very lewdness and vulgarity of it all.

I watched as Mandy said something to Jacob and then led my brother back upstairs. While waiting for her to return, Jacob turned to the two-way mirror I was standing behind and began fingering his cock back into its’ rigid form. He knew I was watching him and took great delight in showing off his cock to me. My skin bristled at his arrogance, but my clit became engorged as I wondered what it had been like for my brother to have to deal with such a brazen man. He was obviously a user and fit the mold perfectly, so it was easy to see why Mandy had chosen him to use as a tool to emasculate Joey for her own rapture. It was my brother’s trials that excited her beyond words and drove her headlong as the dominant master in need of a fix like any other junkie and their choice of addictions. And as far as addictions went, I couldn’t deny my own anymore or the desires I had that only someone as strong as Mandy could possible determine would best fit my needs.

Mandy came back down the stairs again and came directly to me. She snatched up my leash and walked me, upright, out to meet Jacob. His cock was still erect from his toying with it while staring into the window and it bobbed in the air as I walked out nude to meet him. After introducing me as the other half of her submissive repertoire, and Jacob as her “casual fuck from time-to-time”, she showed me no mercy whatsoever with her next demand.

“Go ahead, tell him who you are. Do it, now!”

All of a sudden I went from delighted over my brother’s downfall and flew into my own world of submissiveness and the outlandish costs it bore. Understanding the D/s world so much better than I had just minutes earlier, I now knew it was my place to humble and humiliate myself knowing how much pleasure it would bring my owner. I felt so belittled and ashamed to have to admit to such a depraved thing, but knowing that I had no other choice as her property, I did what my role demanded of me and I finally squeaked out, “I’m his sister!”

Jacob’s eyes went wild with elation and disbelief. It seemed to stun him into silence as he ran his mind back through all I had done: stood next to my brother as he was used like that, ate his sperm quite willingly, and perhaps the hardest to understand for him, how I had even smiled over what he had done to Joey. Those three little words I had uttered told an in depth story that only began for Jacob here today, but there was no way he wouldn’t imagine all the other debasing and degenerate behavior that had encompassed our sibling lives. This was the first time anyone else besides Mandy had learned of the secret my brother and I had kept so carefully hidden since the beginning of summer. I trembled knowing that our dalliance into such a forbidden world was now public knowledge, even if it was to just one person, which seemed like an entire world to me. I couldn’t look at the man I had fawned over so brazenly moments earlier and even though I could hear Mandy and the man talking in belittling ways about the two of us, my head was spinning out of control. My mind was fighting within itself between my new found dependence on Mandy and my loyalty for her control over me, and how devastated I was to have been outed so easily for her pleasure. It was that second thought that eventually captured my total attention and finally I looked at her as the weak and sedated submissive slave she had created and deserved. My gut told me that I had to kneel before this girl that had broken my heart, stomped on it, and fed it to a total stranger for no other reason than that it pleased her. I needed her guidance now more than ever as I prayed that she would invoke her control over me and would further embarrass me; my need to please her whims overriding any other desire so greatly that I would have done anything for her at that moment to prove my loyalty to her as my owner. Thankfully, she read my mind.

“Get down cunt and show Jacob who dictates all the power here. Show him how well I have my way with you; how I claimed you that first day.”

It was beyond belief what she was going to heap on me, but it was my place to extol her above me and I knew exactly what she meant. I knelt down close to her legs, lifted her skirt and situated my body between her legs. She grabbed a handful of my hair, tore my head backwards, and all I could do was wait for her to prove the hold she had over my mind and body; to display her dominance exactly the way she was due.

It seemed to take forever as I was held before her crotch until finally I was soaked with a long stream of urine cascading down over my face, head, chest and soul. Jacob laughed at me as well he should. I was asked to prove my nothingness, and feeling my lover’s pee flooding over my body seemed so well deserved. I heard a soft, telltale moan of delight come from my pursed lips as her gushing turned to a mere trickle. My humiliation was their fodder, and I was so pleased that she appreciated me this much.

Over the course of the next week, Mandy came by daily to assert her new influence over me. I would cook for her, bathe her, sucked on her toes when asked, and pleasured her whenever she made her body available to me. The next Saturday was a huge day in my training as I took the initiative to make Mandy smile. After spending hours with her as she bought me new sexy clothes to wear, a shiny new collar for dressing up with, and all as best friends, I had seen she was upset by something. It turned out that Joey had fucked another girl as per her allowance, but it still bothered her to know that he needed the body of another female. She had allowed him to make a choice, and just as most guys would do, he made the wrong one. He still didn’t see his need for Mandy as I had come to accept and cherish. I knew I would need to help him come to his senses in that area. But more importantly, I searched my brain for a way to make my benefactor happy again. I got my opportunity later that night as we got a buzz on with several beers.

When she went to the bathroom, I snuck downstairs and made a grab for my special possession, and made it back to the kitchen just in time for her to not have known what I had done. I waited until we had both finished our fifth beers and then approached her.

“I know that Joey has left you feeling betrayed. I want to make it up to you.”

In her present stupor she didn’t really know what I was talking about, but when I knelt before her legs at the kitchen table and presented my goblet from behind my back, her smile told me how much she loved me. I lifted her skirt and had to smile since she was wearing panties for a change. I tugged on the back of her knees to pull her to the edge of the seat and to open her legs for me, pushed her panties to the side and held my glass firmly to her labia. I smiled up at her and gratefully waited for her to fill my glass. To date, I had only sampled her every few days, and this was the first time I was doing this of my own volition. When I saw her readying herself, I fell into a cross between a hypnotic state and total euphoria. I grunted softly as she began peeing into my glass. Her fluid warmed my flask instantly and she chose to deposit just under a quarter glass for me; I figured a shot glass could have held more. After all the beers, I would have expected a flood to come from her, but since this was what she gave me, I was happy with it.

I held the glass to my cheek for her to see me relishing her urine, and then sniffed it gently. The odor was still repulsive to me, but my actions were beginning to bring a wicked smile to her face, and that was what I was after. I held it up as if to make a toast, and proclaimed, “This is for what my bother did to you. We’ll teach him where his loyalties should lie. Until then, Didi will assume his allegiance for you.”

As I placed the glass to my lips, I had only planned on taking a healthy dose of Mandy’s show of ownership, but when I tilted my head back to accept it, I took the whole lot. Her smile over my diligence inspired me to bathe the insides of my mouth thoroughly with her warm drink, and then as I stared directly into her grinning eyes, I swallowed it down for her. It hadn’t gotten any easier to do that, but knowing I would be rewarded with her generous smile, I made it happen.

I felt myself getting sick, but somehow managed to keep it down. My belly churned over what I had given it. I fell back into my own world and we drank two more beers each as we talked as nothing more than the girlfriends we had been for years. We talked about how the guys in our lives had always seemed to fall short of our expectations, and how Joey in particularly was failing to fall into line. Maybe it was my new devotion as Mandy’s submissive, or maybe all the beers, but that was the night we began planning his total submission to her. Mandy was pleased to see me actively working against my own brother to ensnare him into her devoted servitude. Then, after planning the start of his demise for the following weekend, my mind betrayed my body in the worst of ways. I stood up, took Mandy by the hand, and begged her to follow me.

I led her into the basement and stood in the middle of the front room where there was plenty of light. She was clearly puzzled over my intentions, even when I pulled my top over my head, and then removed the rest of my clothes. I took my place directly in front of her, put my hands under my boobs, and lifted them as far out and forward as the little girls would go. I saw her face take on that eerie glow of authority and proceeded with what I craved more than ever. I wanted her to be happy with me and what I was doing to appease her depression over what my brother had done to her. I needed her to feel the loyalty she craved again, and if not from Joey, at my hands.

I looked down at my right nipple and saw it was as erect and hard as it had ever been, and handed myself over to her governing. “Please Mandy, for my brother… hit my right one.”

It had been a full week since I had been slapped there, but something deep and dark within me wanted her to have that mental orgasm that I knew this act would bring to her. I saw her pull her left hand back, and after administering a hefty amount of time for me to grow fearsome, her hand slapped the side of my tit full force. I winced in pain as a small shriek left my lips and I saw my little tit bounce the small amount that its size afforded it. I could instantly see it reddening. I continued holding them out and asked again, “For my brother, that bastard, I want you to enjoy this. My left one please, Mandy.”

I switched my gaze to the other nipple and saw it was just as hard knowing what was coming for it. This time there wasn’t a moment to contemplate the pain it would receive. However, this time she also just barely caught an inch of my boob and nearly all her force was absorbed by my nipple and surrounding areola. I fell forward with a loud cry of pain and almost fell to the floor, but when I looked for her reaction and saw such a positive outcome, I fell forward into her arms and hugged her for delivering Joey’s well deserved punishment.

The rest of the day was spent just as friends and obviously the main topic was my brother. Knowing that he had miffed my girlfriend was one thing, but choosing to fuck another girl just because he had the chance was quite another thing totally since it had dissed my, our, owner. Since I had taken his punishment for sending her into a state of depression only bonded us girls over his ultimate fall. I still loved my brother dearly, and even missed the closeness that we shared, but we had an entirely new life coming at us and he had to get on the right track. In many ways I felt as betrayed by him as Mandy over failing to show her his loyalty voluntarily.

Bouncing to the other side of things however, I remembered the past week and how we had gotten together several times with him still acting as if he held title to me. True, he wasn’t aware of my new master of love yet, but he should have known by now what was coming for him. Mandy had confided in me several things she had already done to prepare him for his day of reckoning, so he wasn’t totally in the dark. Little did he know of my part, nor how we were only still enjoying our own revised version of D/s because Mandy was allowing it. I knew she wanted to catch him off guard so everything would smack him right in the face, and after taking punishment that should have been his, I had quickly joined forces with her to enjoy that moment to the fullest. I had to admit that when I fed on him I couldn’t get the sight of him sucking off Jacob out of my mind. It still blew my mind that he was that gay. Okay, bi!

That was another area that was fantastically awesome to share with Mandy; talking about how great of a fuck he was and that wonderful talent he had for eating pussy. That was the one thing that neither of us wanted to see taken away from my brother. His talents in bed went unmatched when compared to any other guy we had been with from our pasts. I had also finally conveyed to Mandy the almost impossible to speak of from a girl’s point of view in how he had made me cum. At first she didn’t really get it until I simply put it as, “like a guy cums”. That really piqued her interests and promised me that she would make sure to see that for herself one day soon.

If my brother could see into the future, the Friday night before he would be indoctrinated into our clique would have been the time to practice it. Mandy and I had all but rehearsed the next day and she had me make love to her three times that night over our inspired meanderings. I was so ready to help her steal my brother’s life away from him and show him the true course he needed to be on to be as happy with Mandy as I had come to know. The really weird thing as far as he went though was that he would still get to enjoy his moments as the dominating one, but only with me and after he had fully accepted his role by my side as her second submissive minion. As for my self, I was happy playing my role and my fallback was getting to step out of the Didi persona, and just stay friends with my girl as we had always been before she had laid claim to me. But now, when she turned on Didi, I was totally and completely at her beck and call; no matter what. I think I really proved that when she had me confess my affair with my brother to Jacob, that that had been the ultimate test as far as I was concerned. It had been my deepest secret from the world, and now it had been published to at least one outsider.

My final act that night for my owner directly was to fetch my leash and whine for Mandy to take me out for a walk. I stripped for her as seductively as I could muster for any girl or guy, handed her my leash, and after feeling her snap it onto my collar I couldn’t wait to prance around on my hands and knees to allow her to bask in my role as her dog. After being walked outside further than she had done before, I waited for her subtle signal that I was to relieve myself. I stared up into her eyes as I took the appropriate position to pee and smiled knowing that soon she would have my brother to command in any such way as this; and that would make my mistress so much happier.

Her final order for the night was to send Joey to her for a final fuck before she would consume his soul, and after that, she told me that she would send him back to me. I was told to enjoy cleaning her off him and that I should make sure I took time to enjoy him in whatever way I might desire, because it might be a very long time before we might be allowed private intimacy again, depending on how long it took to get him under total control.

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