Failure to Follow Instructions

As you lay next to Carrie that night you could feel her shifting and turning in her sleep, and more than once she moaned "Oh, Johanna" or "Oh, Mistress" in her sleep. You tried to get yourself to sleep, a feat which proved difficult with your girlfriend having a clearly vivid wet dream beside you. But within moments of falling asleep you too began to have a dream. Having now admitted to your fantasy, it was impossible for you to not dream of Johanna. And in your dream she was standing over you clad in black leather, thigh high boots, a black leather corseted bustier, and black leather thong. In her hand she held a whip, and her other arm was wrapped around your naked girlfriend, who was turned to face you as Johanna intimately kissed her neck and ran her hand over the other girls naked breasts and down to her quivering nether regions. You knew your girlfriend was sexy, but seeing her juxtaposed against your sister made it clear that she wasn't in the same league. Johanna was everything you wanted in a woman; she was strong, confident, and knew how to take charge. She was also incredibly sexy, and the fact that she was your sister made her all the more desirable. In the dream you were paralyzed, unable to move or speak as you watched Johanna take your girlfriend in a way that you knew you never could. The dream was so real that you could smell the leather of Johanna's clothing.

As you watched Johanna caress your girlfriend's body, she extended a foot to your crotch and massaged it expertly to near orgasm before thrusting her stiletto heel into your balls to cause pain enough to quench your release. She repeated this many times in your dream until you finally awoke to a mind shattering orgasm, perhaps the most powerful you'd ever had. This woke Carrie who looked over at you and started to cry.

Through her tears, she sobbed out "No, no, no, no. You weren't supposed to get release until we were with her. She's going to be so upset. No, no, no, no..." Even as she cried, her hand moved down her body to her crotch. You realized that Carrie was sexual aroused by the idea of Johanna being angry. You realized it was probably the thought of Johanna punishing her, something Carrie had already started to crave. Her hand moved faster as her sobs turned to moans. Her body was wracked with pleasure.

You replied, "We don't have to tell her," although the thought of Johanna punishing you for failing was already making your cock hard. You could imagine her stern face, her eyes narrowed in anger as she brought the crop down on your bare ass. You could feel the imaginary sting of the crop as it made contact, and your cock pulsed in response.

"She'll know.", Carrie responded

"How?", you asked, simply.

When she responded, her words spilled out rapidly, even through her moans of arousal. "I'll tell her. One look into her eyes and I'll tell her everything she wants to know. I love you, but I can't risk not being with her just for you. I know I started out doing this for you, but I have to feel her controlling me again. You have no idea how good it felt.", with that, your girlfriend orgasmed through her tears, and kept right on masturbating. "I have to at least make sure that I've done what she asked.", she said as she started to run her hands over her own body. "This is the third and final one, so I'm supposed to make sure you get very hard watching me without me touching you. Oh, but you just came. You'll be so soft. I'm going to fail too."

Then she looked down at your crotch and saw that despite having just came you were already fully hard and she smiled. "Oh god, I should have known. You're thinking of her, of course you'll be able to get hard again. Thank you, thank you, thank you." She cried out, and you realized it wasn't you she was thanking. She was thanking your sister, like a prayer to a goddess. Thanking her for being so hot that just the thought of her made you hard again.

Carrie's screams were high-pitched and filled with pleasure. Her body tensed up and then she went limp, passing out in front of you on the bed. You stared at her nude form, feeling a little ashamed that the sight before you was doing little to contribute to your arousal. It was the thought of seeing your sister dominating you and your girlfriend that was really turning you on. But what if she rejected you for your failure?

When Carrie awoke again the two of you spent the entire morning getting ready for your lunch with Johanna. How would she respond to your failure? Carrie told you that Johanna insisted you both meet her with no underwear again - she had more important things to do than wait for the two of you to get your clothes off. And so you rushed to your lunch meeting with her, in a pair of tight jeans, almost painfully constricting your rock hard erection. Your girlfriend beside you with a clearly visible wet spot on her own jeans from her arousal.