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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Stepsister - Part 11


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O-2000 - Part 11 (Fdom/f, ws, hum, s&m)
By "SafeWord"


Dedicated to: Deitre, Who could say more in fewer
              words than I'll ever manage:
          to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
          to: "O"
Chapter 11: Boston : Get what you need (?)
***

Spring was in full bloom around our apartment that 
Saturday morning when I woke up, there wasn't a tree or 
flower not wide open soaking up sunlight. Sunshine 
streamed in through the windows warming the rooms, the 
lace veils blocking vision into the apartment but 
allowing sunlight almost full access, our little 
houseplants loved this place. The sunshine cheered me 
up, gave promise of better days. 

I forced myself to think of the sun and it's warmth. I 
allowed it to lighten my mood. I wasn't stupid, I knew 
I had to break out of this self-imposed mental gloom 
that had settled around me. 

Tracy, Laurie and I had gone to a show the night 
before, and that was ok. A horror flick. Tracy sat in 
the middle between Laurie and I. She held my hand tight 
during the really scary parts. But I couldn't help 
noticing that she was holding Laurie hand continuously, 
the whole movie. Their noisy session in her room 
afterwards didn't help raise my sprits too much either, 
but she was happy. That would have to suffice for me. 
Laurie hadn't moved in yet but I knew that was coming. 
I'd seen them looking at apartment ads for another, 
larger place. Still casually now, but they got along so 
well that it seemed inevitable.
        
Tracy and Laurie had gone out earlier to a client's 
home so the client could give them final approval on 
the new fabrics and stuff. They were due back around 
lunch so I was alone till noon and figured I had some 
time to daydream. The sun on my body, as I enjoyed my 
morning coffee, was having an exciting effect that I 
wanted to enjoy.

So, I went to my room, took off my pjs and then sat 
down on my bed and put on my rings, the two larger ones 
for the nipples. The smaller stubborn ones, on the 
lower edge of each of my pussy's lips and my clit ring. 
That one I could take all week putting it in though the 
little hole under the hood and it wouldn't have 
bothered me. It felt so nice trying to get it in place 
and fumbling around down there trying to fasten it 
closed. The little clit ring always made my little hood 
swell out with excitement. The nipple rings had the 
same hardening effect on my nipples puffing them out.

Undressed but dressed up, naked. I walked into the 
front room and knelt down in the front hall in front of 
the full-length mirror. The sun coming in through the 
veiled door window and onto my body made me feel warm, 
sexy and horny. I admired my rings, teased them, pulled 
them and their attached flesh, my nipples still in full 
arousal. I felt the moistness within me and slipped my 
hands behind my back to stare at my erotic image in the 
mirror. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. 

Imagining firm hands gripping me, tight cords binding, 
holding my limbs in open in obscene exposure, stinging 
lashes on my... 

The jarring ring of the doorbell scarred the Hell out 
of me. Someone was at the door. I could see a person's 
shadow though the curtain. Again, another ring, 
insistent... I looked around for my robe but I had left 
it in my room. As I got to my feet, I called out "Who 
is it?" but the doorbell rang again just as I was 
speaking, drowning me out. I heard a woman's voice 
"Tracy? Are you home?" 

I dashed to my room grabbed my bathrobe and ran back to 
the door. Pulling my robe on around me and holding it 
closed. I opened the door and peeked my head out. A 
tall good-looking woman was just about to go down the 
front steps back to her car, parked in our driveway.

I called out to her "Can I help you?"

She turned and looked at me and I at her. I was wrong 
about her she wasn't good looking. She was strikingly 
beautiful! My eyes couldn't help it they started on a 
tour of her, on their own. 

 Long thins hands covered by brown elbow length gloves, 
a long slender neck under a thin chin, narrow cheeks, 
wide lush lips, narrow nose, wide set blue eyes, long 
black eye lashes, thin eye brows just darker than her 
blond shoulder length hair. Hair held up in a single 
thick ponytail by a dangling scarf that in colour 
matched her beige blouse and over jacket. A brown purse 
hanging from a long thin strap that also matched a 
brown wide belt with a golden buckle, on her narrow 
waist, holding a skirt that ended just above her knee, 
legs encased in shimmering beige French silk side 
diamond patterned nylons. The diamonds running down to 
thin ankles, tiny feet in three inches brown high heel 
pumps. Stunning!' I looked up from my visual feast to 
find her smiling, watching my face. 

I flushed red. "Sorry. I!!"

She interrupted me, "don't apologize child, that'll 
spoil it, I thought it very complimentary, gave me 
goose bumps."

I was embarrassed and lowered my head.

"Oh I'm sorry, really. It was nice, I didn't mind...I 
guess you must be Tracy's sister I'm..." But the rest 
was lost in the harsh noise of two Boston drivers 
having a unfriendly horn argument, two houses over. We 
both looked toward the interruption for a second and 
she then turned back to me, but the horns started 
blaring again, so I stepped back from the door and 
opened it wide. "I'm sorry I'm being rule, won't you 
come in? Tracy should be home in a bit, if you don't 
mind waiting." 

She nodded and stepped into our apartment. I caught a 
faint whiff of exquisite perfume as she slide by me. My 
hand on the doorknob, my other holding my robe closed. 
The waist tie of my bathrobe had fallen off somewhere 
in my dash for the door.

She walked along the narrow hallway into our living 
room, slowly pulling off her gloves. I closed the door 
and followed close behind her, watching her hips sway. 
She turned to look at me with a curious look on her 
face but our phone started to ring. She stepped aside 
and I quickly ran over and picked it up. I was trying 
to hold the phone, listen to what Tracy was saying, 
with the same arm that was holding the phone to my ear. 
My other hand unconsciously reached up to wipe my blow 
and restore order to my straggling hair. Everything was 
going fairly well until I realized that Tracy was 
telling me she wasn't going to be home until 
suppertime. The client was not satisfied with the 
patterns and they had to go get more samples from the 
office and then return again to the client's home.

I interrupted her "But Tracy, your friends here!"

"Who is, oh dam J! I forgot, lunch! Is she there, put 
her on." 

Without thinking, I turned toward and reached out the 
phone to Tracy's friend and my world crashed.

My robe, kept closed only by my hand now holding the 
phone extended, opened wide apart revealing the full 
length of my naked body to the woman's neutral raised 
eyebrow stare. 

She let her eyes travel slowly down my body and all the 
way back up to my reddening stunned face. She made no 
attempt to take the phone as she inspected me. I could 
hear Tracy's tiny voice and my own heart beating. 

Finally, I had the present of mind to use my other hand 
to cover my self. The women then took the phone from me 
and spoke to Tracy a minute as I tried to collect 
myself and stop my face from flushing so badly. 

She put down the phone "Your sister can't make lunch, 
so we will we try again on Monday?" 

Then she turned away like she was going to leave but 
stopped and turned her head tilted back to look at me 
smiling quizzically, "Child, your rings are lovely, 
but, you're wearing tags!!".

My face burning, I lowered my head to hide my face from 
this stranger who had seen and recognized, so much, 
"Yes."

"I thought... I hear them, when you were walking...Do 
you mind if I ask? Whose tags they are?"
"...Tracy's"

"Tracy has you in tags, Oh how sweet! That little minx. 
I never would have..."

I interrupted," No, she doesn't really. She doesn't 
know."
                         
"She doesn't know? She didn't put them on you? She 
hasn't seen them? Then why are... "

But my legs went weak and I collapsed to my knees in 
front of her and started crying and blubbering out ten 
months of built up pain and anguish. Trying to tell 
her, how I loved Tracy and how I had pledged myself to 
her and how I got the rings for her but how she thought 
an ex-girl friend had beat me and let her friends use 
me and put the rings on me for revenge but how I had 
really liked it, even liked the beating and how the 
rings were my idea and how Tracy wouldn't let me be 
with her anymore cause it hurt her to think that I had 
been hurt. 

But that wasn't how it was and how I had studied to be 
a perfect slave for her to be ready for when she might 
want me, but how she and Laurie where together now in 
love with each other and how alone I felt. and more. 
None of it made any sense, what with my balling and 
sobbing and I don't know everything else I said but I 
used her as my confessor for a very long time. 

During which time she never moved, nor touched me, nor 
said a word. 

When I ran out of steam I lifted my tears filled face 
to her eyes. She was looking down at me and her eyes 
were moist also.

She said " you pledged your self to Tracy ten months 
ago, and she accepted you, as her slave." 

"Yes."

"And she hasn't touched you, hasn't petted you, hasn't 
disciplined you, after that day, even though you had 
those rings put on, for her?" 

"Yes."

"Ten months you have been waiting, wanting her too, 
hoping she will, in this kind of emotional state." 

"Yes."

The women stepped close to me and for the first time, 
touched me.

She put her arms down assisted, lifted me up then took 
me in her arms. 

She held and comforted me as I cried on her shoulder 
for a long time, sheltered in her embrace. 

When I had stopped sobbing she said " let's sit here, 
on the couch.

She guided me over and sat beside me finding me a 
Kleenex from somewhere and I attempted to dry my eyes. 

She said "child we have unwritten rules about getting 
involved between and owner and slave. It is their 
concern, not other's but both sides in that kind of 
relationship have certain rules to follow. Normally if 
a slave is unhappy, you, would have the option to give 
your owner their tag back and give up the relationship. 

But first the owner has to actually know that he is an 
owner! But, 

I don't think Tracy knows, that you still think, you 
are hers!" 

"She accepted me!"

"Yes, and she should have released you but we won't go 
into that. She may have her reasons! I shouldn't but 
I'll break some rules in this case. I will try and help 
you two to straighten things out, by talking with 
Tracy, if you want me to. Ok?"

"...Ok, please... Thank You Mistress."

"Ok... Why did you call me that, child?"

"...I didn't hear you name and it seemed right."

She paused and said, "Dear, would you mind? May I see 
your rings again?"

I nodded and stood up and faced her. I opened my robe 
in the front and pulled it open.

"They are and you are, beautiful child, please slip 
your robe right off."

I let my robe far to the floor and dropped my hands to 
my sides.

She reached out and touched one of my nipple rings 
gently. Then took hold of it and gave it a firm twist, 
hurting me, but I said nothing. She was watching my 
face as she took hold of my other nipple ring with her 
other hand. Holding both now she again gave them a 
punishing twist. Hurting me but my nipple's swelled, 
rose, hardened. I was excited, heated by her touch, the 
twisting of my nipples, the pain of the twisting.

"Does that bother you?"

"No...it excites me...I like it!"

"I'm sorry, I had to see if this was just a young girls 
fantasy or you seriously enjoyed allowing others to 
hurt you some. I will be more gentle if you wish, do 
you have a safe word?"

"Mommy."

"Ok, if you want me to stop just say it."

She leaned over and lifted my tags, read them, felt 
them, "Angel? Who named you?"

"How do you know that name? How could you know? I... 
they... called me Angel at the party, I picked it! 
Angel cause I like it but how?" 

"It's right here Dear, on the back of side of Tracy's 
tag, "Angel" in brail. You didn't know ? Well, It's an 
old trick to find the right, ah,... your... property in 
the dark. As for you naming yourself, How Quaint! A 
nice name Dear, but it won't do, that's your owner's 
job, to name you, but it will suffice for now. I 
guess."

"But, as to this other tag I can see why Tracy's upset 
about that!  This Cindy girl shouldn't have bragged 
like this, about taking you!"

"But, she didn't, no one has, ever, that way, there, 
she wouldn't let them!"

She looked at me puzzled for a second. 

Then, One of her hands slipped up into my moist folds 
and she slid a finger up into me, watching my face. I 
leaned back my head from the pleasure of her touch on 
me, in me. 

"Angel! you're a still a virgin!? My God! How old are 
you?"

"Seventeen, mistress?"

Her hand kept moving in my wetness, her finger probed 
my thin barrier. Her other hand twisted my clit ring.

"My Lord, What a find you are. What a waste, and so 
responsive to my hands." 

She stopped, removed her hands from me and stood up. 
"Whew, warm in here and this isn't helping."
I stand there for a second missing her touch, the touch 
of another so long desired.

"Angel, I promise to talk to Tracy and try and help you 
two out. Ok? I promise. That will happen."

I stand naked and nod my head.

She picked up her gloves and walked to the door and 
stopped, not looking at me, talking to the door. 


"Angel. I going to break another rule. I have a new 
switch in my car. Purchased yesterday... I'm going to 
go and sit in the car and have a cigarette... Then 
return with that switch. 

If your door is locked, I will go on my way. I won't 
bother you or try to see you, again. 

But, if the door is unlocked, I am going to use that 
switch and you for the afternoon! The decision to let 
me, is yours."

She left, pulling the door closed, behind her.

I looked at the unlocked door, the windows, the phone. 
I walked slowly over to the windows and drew down each 
of the blinds. Then I turned on the answering machine 
so she would not be interrupted.

I wondered if she wanted me in the bedroom or the 
living room, naked or dressed. I stopped worrying about 
it. 

I only had one decision to make that afternoon, which 
had been made, she would make the rest. 

I knelt facing the door, my head down, hands behind my 
back and waited.

When she re-entered the apartment. I heard her lock the 
door and slip on the little safety chain. Her high 
heels clipped on the hall floor as she came towards me 
until she was standing directly in front of me. The 
leather-riding switch was in her hand dandling in my 
field of vision. She lifted my chin with the crop. "OK, 
Angel, now you're going to do something for me." She 
lifted the front of her dress and I saw pale blue 
panties on over a matching garter belt. "Remove them, 
and try, not to rip them, No! Keep your hands where 
they are.".

I leaned forward and began my task, the material was 
tight against her skin, my tongue snaked under the 
elastic, lifting it to enable my lips to nibble and 
grip the fabric. Again and again I managed to get a 
wisp of cloth in my mouth only to have it slip away.

I pressed my mouth on her twisting my head sideways on 
her pussy lips trying to get the thin band of cloth in 
my mouth. My hot panting breath on her through the 
material. My face, my nose and mouth pressing into her, 
on her mound, her pussy. She was gently chuckling as I 
laboured, running the switch lightly over my back and 
backside. Stoking my hair encouraging me "That's good 
little one, oh almost, keep trying Darling." 

I kept on with my struggles until by change some fabric 
hooked on one of my teeth and I was able to secure a 
grip and start them sliding off of her body. She 
assisted me by wiggling her hips until they were moving 
easily down her legs to her high heels. She lifted one 
foot at a time and allowed me to drag her panties off 
the pointed heels of her pumps.

 "Fine, Angel. You deserve a little reward. Touch your 
nose on the floor. Dear, and take hold of my legs." I 
placed one hand on each of her nylon-covered ankles and 
lowered my nose to the floor. She brought her feet 
together and gripped by head firmly between them. 

"Excellent! Now arch your back so I can get reach all 
of your backside."

I arched my back for her. "My! I forgot to ask if you 
were a screamer?" She leaned further over me. "Open 
your mouth wide Honey." She then shoved her discarded 
panties into my open mouth tucking, stuffing the wispy 
silk tightly into me with her fingers. "Ok. bite down 
now, that should keep you quiet."

She shoved my head back down to the floor and locked it 
back in place with her legs. She started slapping me. 
The switch whacking down on my exposed asscheeks. 
Lights smacks, little sparkles of pain, no serious 
blows, no serious force that would raise welts or 
bruises. A steady smacking, warming all over my ass. 

She spanked me, heating me, hurting me, exciting me but 
not marking me except for a sore redness that remained 
only for a day.

She stopped and let my head loose. "That should do you, 
now come over here and finish, what that hot little 
mouth of yours started." She walked over and sat down 
on the couch. I crawled on my hands and knees after her 
and to a position between her spread legs. She reached 
out and took the panties out of my mouth. She lifted 
her skirt up to her waist exposing her pussy to my 
eyes. Her pube was smooth hairless, no stubble, no 
marks. Her outer lips flat not puffed, the same colour 
as the rest of her shin no discolouration or darkening. 

Her nether lips were thin, non-wrinkled, rose coloured. 
Her clitoris a tiny delicate pink pearl just peeking 
out of her. Even with her legs spread wide and her 
loins aroused her opening appeared as a small delicate 
unused fleshly passage into her.

"Oh! This won't do, Take my shoes off." and she placed 
her feet in the air in front of me. I removed her high 
heels and she snuggled her back lower on the couch 
towards me. Her pussy approached my mouth but she said. 

"No, hold on, I want your tongue, for the first time, 
to touch me, here." She raised her legs in the air wide 
spread with knees bent and leaned forward and tucked 
her arms under her knees drawing her ass forward and 
up. Exposed now was her perfectly formed rosebud anus, 
just at my face level. She used her fingers to stretch 
her asscheeks wide apart. "This is obscene, but I want 
you watch you. Just the tip of your tongue Dear, put it 
in me." I leaned forward stuck out my tongue and 
touched it on her anus. I probed it gently at her hole 
as she craned her neck to watch me, her eyes wide. She 
said to me "Angel! Look into my eyes and stick your 
tongue as deep into me as you can." 

I looked at her and attempted to shove my tongue in her 
body. Her tight little ring resisted me and I drew it 
back in my mouth and moistened it and tried again 
repeatedly. I kept trying as she watched me with a 
happy smile on her face. "Just lick me there for a 
while Honey. Stick your nose in my pussy, wiggle it in 
me." My tongue gave up its futile assault and I lapped 
her rosebud. She lowered her hips allowing my nose to 
slide into her wetness. 

I rocked my nose back and forth in her and she pressed 
down lightly and rocked her hips up and down sliding 
her tiny clit on the bridge of my nose. And she came on 
my face, shaking her hips and burrowing my nose deeper 
in her. So did I. My hands had moved to my pussy while 
I was licking her. I had been gently stroking myself, 
pulling on my clit ring twisting it. I came in perfect 
time with her. 

Her legs dropped down on the floor and I lifted away 
from her. She pushed herself up to a sitting position. 
She looked at my glazed eyes, my fingers still between 
my legs

."Oh, you little bitch you brought yourself off, I'd 
punish you for that if you were mine!". She smiled and 
I smiled back. 

"Ok, Angel. I've stolen you long enough. Let's clean 
up. Where is your washroom?"

She scooped up her panties, slipped on her high heels 
and stood up. I got to my feet and walked her down the 
hall to the correct door.

She went to enter the bathroom but stopped and asked 
me, "Angel have you been trained in toilet duties?"
I nodded yes. 

She smiled "Good, maybe I'll steal you for just a 
second longer. Come on." I followed her into the 
washroom.

"Into the tub Dear and kneel facing me I don't want to 
get any on my nylons." I climbed into the tub and 
turned my body toward her. "That's fine, spread your 
knees apart and tilt back your head... Good girl, now 
open your mouth, and only close your eyes if it stings 
you." She moved close to the tub edge, placed her legs 
apart and bunched her skirt at her waist. She stuck her 
pelvis out and using two hands spread and held herself 
apart. Her hips were a foot from my upturned mouth and 
above me. She looked down to watch my face as she 
started to pee on me.

Her pee sprayed out of her unto my face and I closed my 
eyes from the burning fluid. She directed her stream on 
my hair and into my open mouth and down over my body. 

Hosing me with hot piss. "There that's feels better, 
here." I heard water running and a wet face cloth was 
at my face, I wiped my stinging eyes.

"Take a shower, Dear, I'm off now. I'll let myself 
out... My card's here by the phone, call me if you 
want. Just to talk or whatever. I'll speak to Tracy 
tomorrow, something can be arranged."

I knelt in the tub for a while feeling the wetness of 
her cool on my body. My fingers moved quickly within my 
folds. I closed my eyes and shuttered to another 
climax. 
 
Continued in part 12...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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