Missing a leash

“... Alert! pet exiting room without leash. Please secure pet with proper restraint. Rooms with pet reservations will find leashes in the closet. Install leash into terminal on the back of the control collar to disable this alert. Thank you.”

Samantha was confused. She didn’t make pet reservations but there was a doggy bed. Tiffany met her in the right room and now was grabbing a leash from the closet. Things weren’t adding up but while she was thinking her sister installed the leash in the terminal with a click.

“It’s a shame our clothes aren’t here but we need to fix this right away. Sorry, sis. Just know you’re very pretty and even with those tiny tits you’re quite the looker.”

Samantha was ultra sensitive about her breasts and Tiffany knew it. Also the concern was being seen naked not whether she looked good, she couldn’t understand how a computer engineer was not smart enough to read her situation.

Without her voice she couldn’t do anything to make her protests known. Tiffany just tugged on her leash and it felt uncomfortable for Samantha so she followed. She understood why Tiffany installed the leash but she didn’t get why she would hold it, when Samantha could just drag it behind her and the alert would still be off, and she especially couldn’t understand why she would use it to **** her along. They were sisters and best friends but Tiffany was acting really strange.

They then exited the room without an alert and Samantha was now walking down a hotel hallway on all fours, naked and leashed. She also smelt like pussy and couldn’t speak. She was completely reliant on her sister in every way. If only she knew that was what Tiffany planned the whole time.

Tiffany walked towards the elevator with Samantha following hesitantly. She was so scared of being seen. Tiffany stopped at a vending machine and Samantha tried to pull her along revealing her ass to Tiffany.

“Wait sis, i’m thirsty. Hmm, what do I want?”

She turned to her sister. “Your ass is actually really nice and that b-hole is so pink. You know it’s weird we’re sisters and i’ve never seen your butthole before.”

Samantha wanted to say it wasn’t weird in fact unless they were far enough in age to have changed diapers it would be very weird if she had seen it. On top of that Samantha was older by one year so it would not make any sense at all. She was trying really hard to express with her eyes they needed to move because she was terrified of being seen in this state. How could Tiffany not get this? She thought. She was naked! That alone was all that should matter to her sister and she should be trying to hide her or help her.

Tiffany got a water from the vending machine. She dropped the bottle on the floor and tapped it so it rolled towards Samantha’s behind. She bent down to get it so she was on her knees right behind Samantha’s ass and pussy.

“Sis, you’re very wet! Maybe I should have let you finish so you would have calmed down a little!”

Samantha was humiliated twice over. Once for being caught masturbating and once for having her sister discuss her wet and open pussy. She gasped as her sister pressed the cold water against her pussy, she bit her lip to suppress the pain that would come from a moan.

“Does that help?”

Samantha shook her head frantically ‘no!’ and her sister pulled the water away. Samantha wondered if her sister drank too much on the plane. She was acting so bizarre and taking liberties she would never take especially when Samantha was so **** and Tiffany was well aware of how sensitive Samantha was.

Tiffany finally started walking and Samantha let her lead so she could hide her behind. They walked past many rooms but luckily no one came out. They reached the elevator and Tiffany pushed the button to call it. Samantha prayed it would be empty.