50 Times

"I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master."

You were, of course, counting the repetitions. If she was off, even by one, there would be consequences. You look at your gear selection for the night. Leather cuffs, both wrist and ankle. A straight 3 foot long rattan cane with a leather handle. The centerpiece, an arm length supple black and red leather flogger. The stiff flat black leather paddle. The shiny fat stainless steel butt plug, blindfold, nipple clamps connected by a length of chain, the red washable marker, and finally the leash and dog collar round out the selection. You might not use them all but this selection gave you many options.

"I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master." Fiona's voice is soft, but steady as a rock. "I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master."

You casually walk back to the dresser and take a small sip of water. Smacking your lips you nod to show your approval of the cool and refreshing drink your sister-sub had brought you.

"I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master."

You move to the door and close it. While you were alone in the suite you wanted to emphasize that feeling of being locked away together. You move to the curtains and peak out the window. You were many stories up the high rise building and you could see the evening activity bustle about on the street below. It was weird seeing all those people going about their regular business as you and your sister were up here sharing the night of a lifetime. You and Fiona were in your own little world now, a world those people could never understand. You actually found yourself feeling sorry for them. Those people would never know the singular joy of fucking their cousin or the heady power of taming their big sister before claiming her as their own. Small people with small rigid minds and a pathetically narrow view of morality. You pull back and ensure the curtains are securely closed. Meanwhile Fiona calmly repeated her phrase twenty more times.

You turn and look back across the bed and into the mirror once more. You were still looking fine. Your sister maintained her picture perfect posture. Her eyes were still focused on where your feet were, despite the fact she couldn't see them right now because of the bed. A break in her sight line wasn't going to cause her to disobey. It was clear that being a Domme for so long had taught her a few things about being a sub. You slowly walk back across to where you had begun, your hand tracing along the cold black metal bed frame as you went.

"I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master."

You turn to stand facing your sister. Crossing your arms in a posture of authority you wait for her to finish.

There is an inner and outer calm to her as she continues in an smooth even voice. "I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master. I will obey my Master." The mantra almost seeming to act as meditation.

Almost there.

"I will obey my Master." She takes a deep breath then says proudly and firmly. "I will obey my Master."

Exactly fifty times she had said the words just as you told her. She lowers her head and gets up to crawl on all fours to your feet. There she prostrates herself before you. Arms out stretched in front of her, hands laid flat to either side of your feet, head and chest to the floor, ass up in the air.

She holds this position with flawless control. After thirty seconds or so you say at last. "Good girl."