Appeal to her humanity

You're pretty sure than any idea you give her is going to be twisted around in some terrible way, so you keep your mouth shut. In the meantime, her phone appears in her hands, and she's literally hovering in the air a couple meters away from you, scrolling through her messages while the enchanted leather paddle beats your ass. Your traitorous cock is still standing up, and even if Emily isn't looking at you, it's killing you to be aroused and naked in front of your sister.

"No ideas, Dylan?" She asks, not even looking at you. "Well, you let me know if you think of something, okay? I'm gonna go have something to eat." She drifts out of the room, still clad in her latex outfit.

When she leaves the room, you realize that your underwear are still hovering across from you--still filled out to your shape. In fact, they're sporting the same shape you are, because you can see the outline of an erect cock in them. A few moments after Emily has left the room, you watch them hovering closer. The paddle behind you is STILL swinging at you, just as Emily promised. It's not missing a beat.

"Uh, Em?" You say, watching your underwear approach. "Em? Emily?" There's no response. Your empty underwear dances closer, rising up to your face and pointing a facsimile of your own wood at you. "Emi—!?" Just as you try to shout louder for her, your worn underwear stuffs its crotch into your mouth, wiggling against your face. You muffle protests against it as you shake your head back and forth, but the animated briefs follow you every step of the way.

Now the paddle is striking you harder again, burning your naked ass with every slap. Now that Emily has wandered off, you can't even cry to her for help. You're magically suspended over her room, your arms and legs held in place by invisible bonds as the leather paddle continues tanning your butt.

In a flash, you're suddenly in your own kitchen...though the situation hasn't changed. You hear Emily cackle, and when you turn your head you catch a glimpse of her laughing at you before your animated underwear block your view again. The paddle is still striking your ass like a metronome, and while parts of it begin to numb, enough of it is still burning with the spanking strikes that you keep moaning into the briefs stuffed between your lips.

"You are STILL at least at half-mast," Emily says, giggling. "Gosh, Dylan, if I knew you were gonna like this so much, I would've picked a different punishment." You can hear things happening in the background in the kitchen, but your own underwear insistently thrusting against your face are blocking you from seeing anything that's going on. You try to mutter another plea to Emily, no matter how unintelligible it is with the invisible man's cloth-covered dick in your mouth.

"Okay, okay--let him talk now," Emily relents. "Come over here." They disengage, bobbing over toward your sister. Emily grins stupidly at you as she feels up the crotch of the empty underwear, slowly stroking along the shape pushing out against the front. You shudder a little as you watch your own dick react, feeling soft fingertips against it.

"Emily, what the--fuck?" You cry, interrupted by the paddle still slapping your ass.

"What are you so pent up about, Dylan?" She asks. "Tickle tickle tickle..." she grins, teasing the underside of the erection in the briefs with a single finger. You moan a little, biting your lip to stifle it as you look down, watching your cock jump.

"Be--because, stop playing with my DICK!" You shout at her.

"Is this bugging you? Is this bugging you? I'm not touching you..." She mocks, squeezing the tip of the protrusion. You watch as the head of your dick compresses on its own, wiggling your hips in response. Now your cock is standing up straight — stiff as rebar. "Oh, Dylan...you are such a fucking perv! Getting turned on with your sister in the room? How dare you," She laughs, reaching behind the briefs and grabbing its rear with both hands, jiggling them.

"Unnngh-gh-gh-gh..." You whimper, feeling your asscheecks bouncing on their own. Your dulled nerves are woken back up again, and the strikes from the paddle sear you once more.

"Do you wish you could go back and just take my offer to spank me with that thing?" Emily asks, motioning to the paddle behind you. "Because, honestly, I hear what you're saying, but it's really hard to take you seriously with that thing pointed straight up at me," Emily giggles.

"We...we shouldn't-be doing any of this!" You plead with her.

"Shouldn't be doing this?" She scoffs. "I shouldn't be able to lift 180 pounds with my hands, let alone my mind," she tells you. "But there you are, strung up like a piece of meat...a nice piece of meat," she raises an eyebrow. "I shouldn't be able to make your skivvies dance on their own. I shouldn't be able to teleport you down here. I shouldn't be able to get your kitchen to make me a cheesecake...but look at me go."

You spin around in your invisible bonds, facing your kitchen counter. Just like Emily says, there's a mixing bowl tilted slightly to the side, and a large spoon inside it mixing the filling for what looks like a cheesecake. Meanwhile, on the other side of the sink, you watch a package of graham crackers crumbling themselves up into another bowl as a couple of melted butter pours itself in. Your eyes are still shutting in rhythm with the paddle striking your ass.

Emily struts over to the bowl with the filling, her squeaky latex shining in the light.

"Give me a taste," she says to the bowl. The spoon obediently lifts out, hovering up to her lips and letting her lick a little off of it. You howl a little when you feel something soft and wet against the tip of your dick. It twitches again, purple and rock hard. "Mmm...that's good," she says, turning to you. "You wanna try it?" You shake your head, taking a breath and having one more go at pleading with her.

"C-can't you just stop? Stop t-torturing me?" You say pathetically. "I am luh-literally, literally power-powerless to stop you," You tell her. "Please...puh-please let me down." She nods.

"Aww...sure, I can do that." With a wave of her hand, you begin descending. Before long, your feet touch the ground, tingling a little after being held aloft so long. Without you moving them, they spread to about shoulder width and stop...but you still can't move them outside of a little wiggling.

"Hey, c-come on!" You cry out. The paddle is still striking you like a ticking clock, making you stutter your words every time it does.

"You wanted down, I let you down!" She says. "That paddle isn't stopping until you give me a better idea," She says. "I already told you that." Your arms are still stuck up in the air, your cock is still mercilessly standing straight-up, and Emily has gone back to her phone, casually swiping through things. You stare at her latex outfit, **** to get into her head. Trying to think of any idea that will free you from this magically stuck position and stop that paddle from tanning your ass further.

"You...you puh-picked the whole Lusty Latex Lovelies th-theme from my tape, right?" She smiles, smoothing out her shirt against her modest chest.

"Well, you picked it, since it's your tape...but sure, that's where I got the idea." She approaches you with a mischievous face. "I'm listening..."

"W-well, if you can do anything...like seriously anything — and you obviously like me in this **** state — why not bring the actual characters in to dominate me instead of...just this paddle?" She put a hand to her face, obviously thinking about it. She looks you up and down for a moment and snaps her fingers. "Fantastic idea, Dylan!" She bites her lip. "See, this is exactly the kind of cooperation I was looking for."

She lets go of her phone, which hovers in front of her. You hear it ringing when she suddenly video chats somebody.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" You ask. With the swipe of a finger, one of your kitchen drawers opens on its own, and a roll of duct tape lifts out. A strip of tape noisily unwinds from the role, ripping itself off and heading straight to your mouth.

"Emily!? What are you wearing?" The voice on the other side says.

"Hey Carissa! You like it?" Emily asks, doing a 360 for her. "We're having a party over here. Lots of fun stuff going on. You wanna come over?"

"At...your brother's place?" Carissa asks. "He's letting you have a party?! I guess you must have found a job?"

"Mmm...kind of," Emily says. Carissa squeals a little.

"Kind of?!" She laughs. "Does this DOMINATRIX look have anything to with your 'kind-of' job?" Emily grins wide, laughing through her teeth.

"Are you curious enough to come and see?" Emily teases.

"Totally! But like...if it's a theme or something, like, I have some fuck-me boots, but for clothes, nothing like that," Carissa says. Emily snaps, and well outside of the view of the phone, a whole rack worth of latex fetish outfits appear, the items hovering on their own.

"So bring your boots and I'll fix you up!" Emily says.

"Okay! Let me get ready and I'll be right over," Carissa responds. "And...like — I bet your brother isn't there." Emily nods her head.

"Actually, he is. You wouldn't believe it, but he's actually the life of the party." Carissa's eyes light up when she says it.

"Whaa? That's nuts! I'll be RIGHT over!" Carissa says. When Emily hangs up, she turns back to you.

"Well, that's two of us to dominate you," Emily says. "And Carissa seems very excited about seeing you. We just need three more." This isn't what you expected. You figured Emily would try to just magic up the people from the movie--but now she was including her actual friends in this! "I can think of one or two more of my friends to play," Emily says...but to get all five, like in the cast — maybe I'll call one of your friends."

You shake your head vigorously, trying to talk with your tape gag. This isn't what you had in mind at all!

"Maybe we'll just look through your phone and see which girl in your contact list you talk to the most...other than me, of course," Emily laughs. She snaps her fingers again, and now both of your phones are hovering in front of her. You struggle to open your mouth against the tape, trying to stop her before she calls someone in your contact list. "Oh, relax, Dylan. This was your idea, remember?" Emily laughs.