Master

You let out a sigh. Fuck. Daddy obviously made her happy and some Freudian part of you had made that slip of the tongue, but this was an emotional power keg you had not meant to touch.

"Of course I am proud of you." You say in a deep voice as you take her hands in yours. "I am deeply flattered but I am not your Daddy. Only one man could ever live up to that title. I could never live up to what he means to you. I can't take his place Fiona."

The playful kinky energy drains from the room and Fiona's face falls. She lowers her eyes, ashamed of her request.

"It's okay to miss him. I wish I could have gotten to know him better."

"He would have proud of you." Fiona whispers and she lets out a sigh. "He was one of a kind."

"Sounds like it. Besides, we have our own relationship and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I just want to be Jesse. I don't want to be anyone else but me."

She takes a big breath and nods. "You're right of course. I love you for who you are as much as I loved him for who he was."

"Did you want to talk about it?"

She looks up into your eyes. "Y-yes. I would like that. But not tonight. Soon, but not tonight."

Woah! She wanted to talk to you. Really talk, about something important and close to her heart. This was HUGE for Fiona.

"Anytime, you just let me know."

She lets out a soft laugh. "Well, that was a buzzkill. I really fucked this up. Didn't I?"

You pull her into a hug. "You didn't fuck anything up Fiona."

She hugs you back...hard. She whispers, just barely loud enough to hear. "I would die for you Jesse."

"You better not!" You pinch her shoulder. "What the hell am I going to do with a corpse? I mean, it'll be a sexy looking corpse but... Listen, I know our family is into some sick shit but if extends beyond the grave...I'm out!"

Fiona leans into you and starts to laugh. "Nasty!"

"Fuck, I mean I know we're an incestuous disaster of a family but I draw the line at ****! I mean...if it was your dying request I suppose I'd give it a go...as long as the body was still kinda warm."

"Gross! Stop it!" She laughs and pinches your nipple.

"I mean Allie was practically a cadaver in bed, I'm kind of used to it."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Chloe might be willing to lend a cock too. Who knows what she's into."

"Ha ha ha! Fucking gross! STOP!"

You chuckle as you kiss her. "You talk about dying again...and I kick your ass. Got it?"

She gives you a firm nod and a big grin. "Got it."

There is a warm and loving moment between you, just brother and sister laughing together. It felt wonderful!

"Hey. Want to go get a coffee or something? Catch a movie maybe? We're all dressed up and looking fine."

She stares at you intensely, her hazel eyes sparkling with life. "I...wouldn't mind doing what we came here to do...Sir."

A smile slowly spreads across your face. "Are you sure?"

She nods. "Yes Sir. Very much Sir. I want...I need...to experience this. If nothing else I will learn so much for my own...professional development." You both chuckle. "Play with me tonight Jesse. Be my Master. If I have to wait...I don't know if I'll be able to do it again. It took a lot for me to get here. Please...Sir."

You chuckle, kiss her again, and take a moment try to settle back into the energy you had a minute ago. When you collect yourself again you say. "Sir? Such good manners on you already."

"Mmm hmm. I worked hard for you today...Master. I practiced my manners and my posture. I really want to be a good **** for you."

You reach around and fill your hand with her perfect ass. "Good, but...I'm not letting you off that easy."

Her eyes flare with raw lust. You stare back with equal desire.

"You have been a VERY bad girl for a VERY long time."

She growls and hisses through her teeth as she presses into you. She was losing the thread of your dynamic, reverting to her usual ways. "I'll show you a fucking bad girl. I'm gonna fuck you so fuckin..."

Pushing right back you pull your hand back and spank her ass. "BEHAVE!"

"RRRRRR!" She snarls.

"Nope. This will not do."

"Jesse!"

"Master!"

She bites her lips as her chest heaves up and down with barely contained passion.

"Call me Master. Right now!"

"Yes...Master."

"I don't like that tone."

"Yes Master." She says again in a softer voice.

"Apologize." She hesitates. "NOW!" You shout.

She startles at your harsh tone. "I'm sorry Master. I got carried away."

You take a step back from her and look her up and down. Then, reaching forward, you grab the slender straps that ran over her shoulders and pull them down over her arms. Her bare breasts are exposed and you immediately grab one.

"Hah!" She gasps. She wants to grab you back but she holds herself back.

"Mmm." You feel the softness and weight in your hand and run a thumb roughly over her stiff nipple. Her big tits were everything you imagined they would be and more. You take the other one in hand and start to rub and massage her breasts. "You shouldn't have told me to take Chloe."

"Why not?" She sighs.

"Excuse me?"

"Holy fuck. You're doing so good!"

"EXCUSE ME!?"

"I'm sorry Sir." You continued to fondle Fiona's breasts even as you were talking and you could see by the rising bulge in her dress that she was incredibly aroused by it. "May I ask why I shouldn't have told you that Sir?"

You smile. "Better." You give her right breast a swat. Smack. "You shouldn't have told me that...because now I've developed a taste for it."

"You liked fucking Chloe...Master?"

You nod. "I certainly did. Our family tradition...is a good one. I fucked her alright. With my cock and my ass and I loved it all. If you're going to be mine you'll be satisfying these needs for me."

"Ohhhhh Jesse!"

Smack! Her left tit bounces to the stiff slap.

"Sorry! Master! I'll satisfy you Master."

"Yes you will. Whenever I want and however I want."

"I want to satisfy you Sir. I want you to be happy with me."

"I hope you can satisfy me. That big hog of yours might hurt me. A shame you were given such a...thing." You grab her fat cock through her dress. It was the first time you'd actually touched it, even indirectly. It was fucking enormous! "You better pray I can handle this shit."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Master. I don't mean to be so big." Now you could hear genuine worry in her increasingly demure tone.

"Chloe's a nice size, don't you think?"

She nods and bows her head. "Yes Sir. Very nice."

"And mine?"

She glances up into your eyes. "It is perfect Sir. Perfect!"

"About time you saw that."

"Sorry Sir. I was a foolish girl."

"And yours?"

She is silent as she bows her head once more.

"Answer me."

"That is for you to decide Sir. It's as good as you say it is."

"Good answer."

"Thank you Sir."

GAH! This power was intoxicating. It was exhilarating! It was a shot of pure adrenaline to your ego. And the more you did it...the easier it got. If you weren't careful you could let it carry you away into dangerous places.

"So tell me about safe words."

"If a submissive is having something..."

"Who?"

"A submissive."

"Who?"

"Me. Sorry Sir. A submissive like me. If you do something to me that I do not consent to I will say our safe word." She closes her eyes and lets out a long breath. "God your hands feel so good on my tits. Hohhhh." She focuses again, with great difficulty. "What's my safe word Master? Please tell me."

"Uhhh...Wiggles."

"Wiggles?"

"Would you prefer Jiggles?"

"No Sir, Wiggles is fine."

"Hearing you be such a good girl makes me want you so fuckin bad. I want to take you right here."

She presses her breast harder into your hand. "Take me Master!"

You laugh. Not mocking, not cruel, but mildly amused. "I wish I could. I told you Fiona. You've been a very bad girl. Master punishes his **** when she's been bad."

"Ohhh fuck!" She trembles. "I'll be a good girl, I swear!"

"It's too late for that. Naughty slaves MUST receive their punishment, don't you agree?"

"Mmmm." She whimpers, a sound you never thought you'd hear from her.

"I don't want a spoiled brat. My **** girl will be well disciplined. You agree on the need for discipline?"

"Yes Master." She nods hesitantly. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Shhh, no questions." You drop her heavy tit and let go her schlong all at once. Stepping back from her you motion toward the bedroom. "You said we had some toys to play with here?"

She pauses...before nodding.

"Very good. Why don't you show me."

"Master..." Her hands grip the air nervously, the top of her dress hanging down over he waist and leaving her topless and powerless to cover herself as your eyes openly ogled her. "...Jesse...how are you doing this?"

Your voice firms up. "Show me. Show me the toys Fiona."

"Of course." She begins to move but pauses. "Sir?"

"Fiona?"

"Thank you...thank you for being my Master."

"I haven't truly collared you yet. You need to earn that. Now...GO!" Smack! You slap her butt through her pretty red dress.

"Ah!" She yelps then immediately obeys. "Yes Sir."

Fiona hurriedly leads you into Chloe's room where her BDSM gear was kept.