Collared

You hold your sister tight, stroking her hair and giving her soft kisses. She hums and mewls soft little noises and nuzzles against you, needing your strength after that harrowing experience. She was spent, body and soul. After a few minutes you take her to the shower and gently wash the letters from her pink sensitive skin. Still in a mild daze she just stares at you as you care for her. Washed up you bring her back to the room, give her some water, and wrap a soft blanket around her shoulders and sit beside her to hold her some more.

After only a half hour she was rapidly regaining her strength but was still quiet and easily handled.

The way she looked at you now...was new. Completely new for her. You had never seen this look on your older sister before, not directed at you or anyone else for that matter. It wasn't like before when she was half out of her senses. She was focused and alert and all there. You couldn't even put your finger on what exactly was new about it. Something in the eyes...it almost reminded you of the way you would catch Elsie looking at you sometimes.

Reaching up she traces her trembling fingertip across your lips before asking permission to kiss you. You give her permission and the pair of you kiss deeply and tenderly.

She smiles, a genuine honest smile, and speaks in a clear vibrant voice. "May I have my collar now Sir?"

"Hm?" You say. "Oh, right." You turn your head and look to the collar resting beside you on the bed. Picking it up you unfasten the buckle. "This one is just until I get you a proper one."

She gathers her strength and sits up, as tall and proud as you had ever seen her. She stretches her chin up and pulls up her hair to give you easy access to her slender neck. You stroke the tender flesh of the nape of her neck lovingly before carefully collaring her. You pull the belt of it snug but not tight then fasten the buckle. When you finish you sit back.

Fiona lets go of her hair and brings her hands to feel the thick leather collar and cool steel rings. She looked so damn proud of it, and well she should. She earned it. "I never would have believed..." She whispers to herself before letting out a great breath of relief, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. "Thank you Sir. I will cherish it."

You look at your beautiful beloved sister like the precious perfect woman that you now knew her to be. You both knew this had gone way WAY past a mere ruse to trick some rich guy. Her punishment had been deeply transformative for you both. Everything...EVERYTHING...was different now. She was yours and you were hers. Now and forever. It didn't need to be spoken as you both knew it in your hearts.

How this would work, a committed relationship with your older sister, you didn't know. But there was no pretending that wasn't what was going to happen now. How could any normal woman possibly compete with Fiona? It was no contest.

"I don't want you working at this Underground any longer." You tell her.

There isn't the hint of hesitation, she had expected the order. "Yes Sir."

"I don't want you being with the family any longer. You are mine now."

"Yes Sir." She nods, happiness glowing from within. "I am yours."

"I love you ****."

"I love you Master."

And that was that. A connection born of pain and honesty and love and obedience now linked our souls as one. You seal your bond with another long passionate kiss. Her nails dig into your flesh and you welcome the sharp sting.

As your kiss parts you stare into your sister's eyes and see, deep down, that bright burning spirit you knew so well. The Fiona you knew and loved was collared and claimed, but she was not tamed. A twisted, wicked smile grows across her ruby lips. "Respectfully Sir."

"Yes?"

"Permission to pound Master's tight ass until he begs for mercy."

An equally twisted grin blooms over your features as well. Taking the leash you click it onto the loop of her collar. "Permission granted."