Diana's Punishment

Diana lay there for another moment as she got her breath back. At last, her body began to come back under her control, and she reached out for the far wall, using it to guide her to her feet. She moved slowly back into the centre of the camera, watching the chat stream upwards in an endless river of comments. She got sight of the word ''punishment'' a few times, and realised they were debating how best to torment her.

Diana felt a spark shoot through her at that thought, her mind jumped, and she felt tingles sweeping over her skin. She was going to be punished. The thought made her want to writhe in place, made her want to moan. Here and now, in this bedroom, she was totally helpless to the chat, they could do anything to her, anything they wanted.

Lisa continued to moan softly, her growing arousal undercut by the soft hum of the vibrator. However, a moment later, she made a disappointing sound as it shut off. The chat had finally come to a conclusion, and it seemed they wanted her to carry it out.

Lisa, tie Diana's hands together behind her back.

Lisa, still trembling slightly from the vibrator, nodded and got to her feet. Her skirt fell down again, hiding her pussy from view. As she moved to the toys, Diana checked the chat once more.

Diana, you are not to read the chat box. Understand?

She nodded, licking her lips, her heart slowly starting to pound.

"Y-yes." She said slowly. "I understand..."

They didn't want her to see what was coming. She intentionally looked away, avoiding the sight of the screen even as her sister came back. Lisa was holding a length of rope, and at the sight of it, Diana's heart skipped a beat.

"All right, sis." Lisa said. "Hands behind your back."

"Okay, okay." Diana said, doing as she was asked. She crossed her arms behind her back, and felt Lisa push in behind her. The rough sensation of the rope rubbing against her wrists came next, the fibres brushing against her naked skin. She bucked, almost pulled her hands away by accident, but mastered herself, feeling the snake-like coils of the material closing around her wrists. Lisa looped her arms several times, and then started to pull it tight. Diana grunted as she felt the rope bite into her skin.

"Not so hard!" She hissed. "Don't cut off circulation, I sort of need arms, you know?"

"Not right now, you don't." Lisa laughed. "You're the one who lost the game, so you have to d whatever you're asked."

"You're enjoying this, I see." Diana said.

"Only as much as you." Her sister countered. "Don't pretend you're not."

As she spoke, Lisa finished the knot, pulling with a final soft grunt of exertion. Diana felt her wrists bound tightly. Out of curiosity, she pulled, first weakly. and then with all of her strength. Neither availed her anything. Her hands were securely bound.

"The chat is yours." Diana said, trying to mask her growing arousal about the situation. "They don't want me to see."

"Well, let's see." Lisa said, turning to the chat screen and reading for a moment. Her expression quickly changed, growing first curious, and then interested as she looked between the chat and Diana.

"What?"

"This is an interesting punishment." Lisa said. "I am not sure we've done anything like this before."

Diana was about to point out that they had done nothing like this before, then she realised what her sister meant. In this version of history, they had never done anything like this. It was new. She froze for a moment, anticipation, arousal and wariness mixing in her gut.

"Come over to the bed." Lisa said. "They want to see you."

Diana nodded, finding that her voice was suddenly lost. She moved over towards the bed, somehow, it felt totally different now her hands were tied. The thick rope held her totally unable to free them, she was at the mercy of her sister and the chat. The helplessness now felt stronger than it ever had before. Before, she could still move at her own command, but now even this was taken from her. Diana felt her hands clenching and clenching, but she could not move them. To even try would mean that she would risk the bite of the rough rope. In a very real way, she was bound as she never had been before.

She arrives by the bed, and Lisa directed her to sit by the edge of it, right where the camera could see her. Then, she was told to spread her legs. She did, feeling the wetness in her core growing as she exposed it to the world yet again, She blushed, feeling totally exposed, totally helpless.

"Stay there." Lisa said. "I need to get the right equipment for this... this may be a harsh one, sis. Blame them, not me."