Fiona's Secret Life

You undress there in the entryway as Fiona watches, by the satisfied look on her face she is liking what she is seeing. You try to stop with your underwear still on but she waggles her finger. "Nuh uh uh, all of it." You pull them down. She smiles again. "That's better." Then, looking down to your manhood she lets out a sigh of disappointment. "So close to perfect, but then you fall short where it matters. Ah well, I love you anyways bitch." She gives you a kiss on the cheek.

You slip the apron over your head and tie it behind you. Fiona walks around you, looking you up and down approvingly. "Mmmm mmm, damn you're lookin good Jesse. We're gonna have fun while Mom's away." She slaps you on the bare ass. "Now, go make me a sandwich."

Fiona follows you into the kitchen and takes a seat at the dining room table to watch you. Through the tight yoga pants you can see her thick member has swollen a bit, the sight of you in an apron was doing something for her. You turn and begin gathering the sandwich ingredients.

Your butt was exposed to the open air and you are getting self conscious. "Where's Elsie?" You ask.

Fiona chuckles. "Oh, she's at school, then she's gone to Aunt Peg's for a few days. It's just you and me for a while my dear little bitch. You are all mine!" This terrified you as much as it excited you.

Your head snaps to the clock on the oven. Shit, you had classes soon yourself. Fiona laughs as she begins making a phone call. "No school for you today." So much for worrying about that.

You begin to assemble her the best sandwich you can manage. Turkey, sliced tomato, lettuce, etc. You hear her as she makes her phone call.

"Hey Aaron. It's Fiona."

You can just hear the murmurings a very excited man's voice on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, good to hear from you too. Listen..." She looks you up and down hungrily. "...I'm going to need a room at the club tonight. Do you think you could..."

You can hear the shriek from the other end of the phone call from where you were standing across the room. Fiona pulls the phone back from her ear until the incredibly excited Aaron settles down a bit. Finally your sister brings it to her ear once more.

"Calm down, calm the fuck down. Jesus!" Fiona snaps. "No...no...no I'm not. I told you, after I graduate. No...stop begging Aaron. ... This is a...special case. I've got my very own bitch...yeah...yeah...he needs some breaking in...you can? Perfect. No one touches him but me, understand...yep...that's right. Okay. We'll be there around 9. ... Thanks Aaron. Yep, bye bye." She hangs up.

Club? What club? Where was it? Room? What kind of room? Aaron? Who was that? You were learning new things about your big sister. She seemed to have more secrets than the others. The real question here though was...why were you letting her do this? Surely it wasn't just about sex anymore. Yet you remain obedient.

You set the sandwich and a side pickle in front of her on a plate. "Uh...are we going somewhere?" You ask nervously.

Fiona evaluates the sandwich, seemingly satisfied with your efforts. "Yep. We're going out tonight. If your going to be mine it's time we expanded your horizons." You go to ask another question but she cuts you off, annoyed. "Shut the fuck up!" Then she adds in a bit softer tone. "Trust your Mistress Jesse, I'll take care of you. But you cannot be questioning me. I will not have it."

She begins to eat the sandwich you made for her. She liked it! Pointing to a spot on the floor beside her she says. "Sit here." You obediently kneel beside her like a loyal canine. She takes no more notice of you for the duration of her meal, instead checking a few things on her phone. You sit there and wait for permission to leave.

The rest of the day is actually fairly sedate. The only odd thing being your nudity and new subservience to your big sister, you wait on her hand and foot. She absolutely glorifies in it. Testing you numerous times throughout the day to make sure she really had you, you clear every hurdle she puts in front of you. Her faintest praise felt like glorious adoration by the end of the day. The ultimate test came as you begin to get ready to leave.

Fiona walk into your room unannounced and tosses a black leather gimp mask, a studded dog collar, and black thong underwear onto the bed. "Wear these." She commands.

You hesitate. "To go out!?"

Her eyes narrow. "I told you not to question me! You will pay for this once we get there." You swallow hard. What was happening right now? She orders again. "Put those on bitch! I got them for Elsie but they were too small..." She is referring to the thong. "...and she's too fucking fragile for me anyways. Should be plenty big for your sad little nub though."

The ONLY good thing was that the mask would keep your face covered, keeping you concealed. You put on the thong, it hugged your package tight leaving little to the imagination. The mask only had two small holes for breathing through the nose and the eye holes were covered with dark semi-transparent cloth, there was a closed zipper across the mouth. She zips it onto you securely, being careful not to catch your hair. It is hot and claustrophobic, and very tight. You then fasten the collar firmly around your neck.

She steps back with a sinful smile. "Ohhh yes!" She then steps back to you to give you a long hard kiss to your mouth through the leather and zipper and cups your package tightly in her hand. She holds you close as she looks you in the eye. "Good little bitch. You look absolutely delicious! Now go wait by the door." You obey her instantly.

You are by the door for about twenty minutes. You were really questioning how far you were willing to follow your sister into this sinister secret world of hers. The fact you were standing here now seemed to indicate...as far as she wanted you to. Thankfully you could breath pretty well in your mask, though you were starting to sweat. Looking at yourself in the mirror was quite a sight. Black leather gimp mask and snug thong, collar around the neck. Your pale exposed body on full display. You had trouble even connecting that image with yourself, it looked like someone else standing here right now. You are thankful once more for the concealing mask. You couldn't believe you were actually going out dressed like this.

You hear her coming then stand in quivering awe as you watch her descend the stairs. She was a demoness from your darkest dirtiest dreams, or perhaps nightmares. She wore thigh high leather stiletto heel boots, long leather gloves, a mini skirt that barely concealed what it needed to, and a tight leather form fitting bodice with laces down the middle. The whole outfit was black and crimson. Her long blonde hair was impeccable, worn over one shoulder, and she wore deep red lipstick and dark eye make up. All this over her lean beautiful body and combined with her exquisitely elegant intense looking face, she was something straight out of a twisted dominatrix fantasy. She was absolutely...glorious!!! She filled the house with her power and presence.

If your mouth could hang open right now it would be.

She looks at you a tad annoyed. "Next time I tell you to wait, do so on your knees."

You can't speak so you just nod. She descends to your level. You help her on with her long pea coat and she mercifully allows you to wear your jacket as well. Your legs were still fully exposed though.

She smiles at you. Somewhere behind those cruel eyes you see both appreciation as well as lust. She then clips a leash onto your collar and says. "Let's go my beautiful bitch. Make me proud tonight."