Bound

Your suspicions are confirms as the door locks behind you.

"Get those fucking clothes off and go get cleaned up." She snaps a command at you. In the blink of an eye you do as you're told, peeling clothes off as fast as you could manage. For her part Fiona kicks off her sandals and strides confidently across the room to where she had set the ropes that morning. "Remember the safe word?" She asks without even glancing your way.

"Mmm hmm." You nod excitedly as you peel your pants and underwear off.

"You won't hesitate to use it?"

You shake your head. "No, I'll use it if I need to."

"Good." She places the two lengths of slender silk ropes at the corner of the bed then heads to one of the truck stop bags and begins to rummage around in it. You are already nude by the time she is pulling out more lengths of rope along with a couple packages of shoe laces. Your heart skips a beat as you realize all of it was meant for you. The rope is a green and white basic all purpose rope, the type you might use for camping or to tie tarps down over a trailer. She sees you staring at her and barks. "Clean up I said! Your ass especially."

"Yes Fiona!" You startle to attention before rushing off for a quick shower. The day hadn't been a taxing one so you just let the water rinse your flesh of the sweat and general grime, but your nether regions you give a very thorough washing. You quickly dry off and prance out of the washroom a clean boy.

Your sister sat on the foot of the bed readying a knot at the half way point in one of the new ropes. The bed itself had been stripped down to just the bottom sheet, the pillows and blankets were in a pile at the side.

"Lie down." She says without looking up. You, of course, obey. Taking up a position in the direct center of bed you lie with your arms at your sides and wait. You don't wait long.

"Sit up."

You do.

She stands and walks around to the side of the bed then sits down beside you. She looks you up and down very slowly. "You look sexy." She says. "I like your new haircut. I like your hot body. You make me so fuckin horny brother."

You blush.

She puts the knot she had tied at the halfway point of the rope in behind your neck then drapes the two absurdly long ends over your shoulder. Why so much rope? Where your chest meets your neck she begins to tie another knot. You look up at her beautiful face. She was calm and obviously quite happy as she worked the rope. Where was this Fiona all your life? She was absolutely stunning.

"The knot can't slip." She informs you. "It won't **** you."

"Okay." You whisper.

She finishes the knot and straightens out the ends as one might a tie. She moves her hands down about six inches down your chest and begins another knot. Before long that one is done and she on to the next, again about half a foot down. She works with the practiced precision of a master. Her movements are smooth and graceful, her face as serene as a mountain lake. Yet the fire was still smoldering inside of her. Little flashes of the eyes and twitches of the lips gave hints to incendiary demon inside of her.

"You're good at this." You comment as she finishes the knot at your waist.

She simply nods. "Turn over baby, lay on your stomach."

You do so. Continuing with the same long rope that now ran down your front she fashions a sort of belt around your waist then runs the rope back up your spine to be tied through the loop just behind your neck. She takes a moment to check her work before continuing.

"Turn over." She says again. "Sit up."

You do so, and so it goes. Working with unhurried efficiency she wraps the rope around your torso once, twice, three times. Each time connecting it to the main stem both front and back. Every so often she would stop and inspect the knots and make sure nothing was pinching or chafing. She even takes a moment to fondle your chest, which now had a loop of rope running along the bottom of your pecs, and softly suck your nipples.

"Such beautiful titties." She sighs before continuing.

You understood now why she'd gotten so much rope. She had only wrapped your torso, you weren't even bound yet, and she's already used a good portion of the first one. The intricacy of her work was like art interlaced across your body.

Next she gets you to lie back down as she binds your arms down along your sides, using the ropes already around your body as the foundation of this new work. Everything was interconnected. She ties your arms just above the wrists, at the elbow, and at the top of your biceps. The ropes are snug and immovable but do not restrict circulation. She finishes the first rope by again bringing the end back to the central pillar and tying it off. She looks you over.

"Try to get out."

You do so, wriggling and pulling, to discover you cannot. You shake your head and she smiles with satisfaction. She runs a hand over the crisscrossed pattern of rope and flesh.

"Bring your legs up. Knees to your chest and heels against your butt."

"Yes Mistress." You say softly.

She hesitates. You weren't supposed to call her that yet, not in her current diminutive form, but this time she doesn't correct you. It seemed proper now. Goddess was still probably off the table, but Mistress seemed just right. What she did with your upper body she now does to your legs with the second long length of rope. This time she speaks with you as she works.

"You'll have an allowance my pet. In case you were worried about that."

"Thank you Mistress."

She nods. "What things do you like Jesse? In the bedroom I mean."

"Um...just, whatever."

"Not true brother."

"I'm up for anything." You brag.

She studies your face a moment with a serious expression. "Hmm, good. I'll be shitting in your mouth tonight then."

Your eyes widen as a jolt of revulsion runs through you. "I...I...I like what you like Fiona." You say with false bravado.

Your sister chuckles at your transparent facade. "My beautiful sub. That's not how this works." She softly kisses your leg. "We'll learn together then. It will be fun. Your mind might be complicated but your body doesn't lie." She motions toward your hard on. "You like being tied up for instance."

You giggle. "I like it when it's you."

"And you like it when I kiss you."

You let out a lustful breath. "Ohhh, yes Mistress."

"Would you like a kiss?"

"Yes Mistress!"

"No." She states bluntly as she continues with her rope work.

You pout, though not in a serious way. There is a minute or two of silence before you finally say. "I love...I just...I love how you touch me Fiona. How you handle me."

She takes a moment to give your stiff dick a feather soft stroke. "Of course you do."

"Mmmmm!" You moan.

She is pleased at your reaction but immediately returns to binding you. "Was the trampling too much?"

You shake your head.

Fiona looks up at you once more. "You're allowed not to like things Jesse. I might not always listen, but I always want to know."

You lay quiet a moment before finally admitting. "I...didn't like the last bit too much. When I was cumming. The rest was nice though."

Fiona smiles brightly at your honesty. "That's my boy, there's the truth." She pats you like a good puppy. "I'll keep that to a minimum then."

You didn't know how to respond. You had assumed Fiona would just do whatever the hell she wanted, you hadn't thought too much about your own role and input in this forbidden relationship.

Having finished with the left leg she then moves to tying up the right.

"Do you enjoy eating pussy?" She asks.

You nod. "Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes!"

Again she chuckles. "Good. Ass?"

"I...haven't done it much but, sure."

"Good." You could tell Fiona was ticking little boxes in her mind. Tucking each bit of information about you away for use later.

"Um..." You hesitate.

"Go ahead."

"I...um..."

"Out with it my love. No secrets from me."

"I really...really...REALLY enjoyed giving you...um..." You pause then gasp ecstatically. "It was wonderful!"

"Giving head?" She clarifies. "You enjoy sucking cock?"

Your blush intensifies as you admit. "Yes. A lot. Oh my god I loved it so much."

"I know. That wasn't hard to see." She cinches tight a knot, as always doing so in a way that didn't actually pressure the flesh but only the rope. "It's a very submissive act, isn't it? Being on your knees and pleasuring a cock. Having someone else enter your body, looking down on you, shooting their cum all over you. Or in your mouth, making you suck it out of them and swallow it down."

God, she was triggering something inside of you with this talk!

"I love it! I really, really loved it." You exclaim excitedly. "I...I want to do that more...um...if you'll let me. I want to suck your dick Mistress!"

"I know my love, I know. Shhh. Patience my pretty little cock sucker." She strokes your leg. "You were a fucking fool resisting us like you did. You know that right? You could have been sucking cock all this time."

"I'm sorry." You say regretfully. She was so right.

"You're forgiven." She says. "You were a bad boy and I treated you as such. But now you've seen the light, haven't you? Remember this Jesse, good boys get rewarded and bad boys are punished."

"I'm a good boy now." You insist.

"We'll see." She replies with a smirk.

Before long the right leg was as immobilized as the left. Ankle secured to the top of your thigh then again reinforced mid way, you couldn't straighten your leg even an inch. She then secures each leg down to your torso, tying your leg bindings to the ropes around your chest. With your arms glued to your sides and your legs splayed wide and tied down you felt you must look like a chicken ready for the oven. Your anus was exposed to the open air and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it. You had never felt more **** in your life, and your dick had rarely been harder.

Speaking of your dick, that came next. With the much softer and slimmer silk rope she wraps it tightly around your wang with a series of loops and knots not too dissimilar from what she had done along your torso. The loop just below your knob was...well...it felt fucking good! She then ties it down firmly to the belt of rope around your waist. Like the rest of you it was tied down. When you strained it the ropes would only tighten but it wouldn't budge a bit.

You thought she was done, but Fiona had one last bit of bondage left to perform. Taking one of the packages of extra long shoe laces she surprises you by looping it snugly around your nut sack above the testes. She tightens it enough for you to feel it then ties it off in a knot that wouldn't tighten. She then runs the right end up and ties it around your big toe, there was little slack between. She then does the same with the left. The result of which was that if you moved, the tiny bit you even could move, you would instantly be treated to a rough tug of the scrotum. She had you absolutely immobilized!

"Ohhhhhh!" You groan without meaning to.

Fiona gets up off the bed and stands back to admire her handiwork. Everything seemed to be just right. As she peels off her shirt to reveal her heavy perfect breasts she says with a wicked grin. "Now we can have some fun."