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An unexpected vibration from my pocket startles me slightly, causing me to sit up. I look around, briefly unsure of where I am. It takes less than a second for me to remember I'm on the bus, but it's still a jarring feeling. I guess I must have dozed off for a little bit there...

Once I have my bearings, I realize that my phone went off, which is what woke me up. I pull it out of my pocket and see a text from Helen.

Helen: Is this a good time? I just finished one of the tasks you gave me and thought you might want to hear the results. Please call me whenever you get the chance.

It might be because I've been half asleep for an unknown amount of time, but I'm having trouble thinking of what this could be about. It feels like I always have Helen doing a bunch of different stuff. Still, if she thought it was worth contacting me over, I should probably talk to her. Seeing as how I have some time before we get to my stop, I decide to just get the whole thing over with.

...

Huh. So that's what she wanted to tell me. After hearing Helen explain everything, I'm left to consider what exactly it means. Skye turned out to be the nice twin, which by extension makes Christina the mean sorority girl. I can't say I'm thrilled at that outcome. Especially now that I know that she yelled at some random dude in public. Would it have been better if Skye ended up as the pig and Christina was the dominatrix? No, probably not. The idea of a bitchy sorority sister being able to bend people to their will sounds like a disaster, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about this result. Honestly, I'd prefer if there was no domme at all. Like I've said a million times already, I like to be in control. The thought of someone else trying to make me submit give me a knot in my stomach.

Still, maybe it's not as bad as I make it out to be. Skye seemed like I reasonable person when I met her. Perhaps we could work together somehow. I already have a second in command, but surely Skye could be useful in some way, right? I'm not sure. I'll have to give it some more thought. If nothing else though, I can take solace in the fact that I know which is which now. That should at least help me better plan for the future.

That's enough about the Cunningham twins for right now. I should try to check on them in the near future, but not today. I'm already on the way home, so it's not like there's much I can do even if I wanted to. Besides, there's someone else I want to deal with right now: Michelle.

I've waited long enough. This past day has been excruciating. Knowing that my sister is just waiting for me to permanently claim her, but not being able to actually do it. Talk about driving a man insane. But now the time has finally come. I have the collar, Michelle is waiting for me, everything is ready.

Just as I finish psyching myself up, the bus slows down. I look out the window and realize I'm here. As I get off and start making me way home, I can feel my heart start to beat faster. With each step I start to get nervous. What if she says no? I've gone this whole time assuming that she would agree, but what if she doesn't? Sure, she's become incredibly submissive to me, but that doesn't mean she couldn't theoretically draw the line here. I mean, we are talking about enslavement here.

That's when another thought occurs to me. Something possibly even more terrifying: what if someone else got to her first? I know I told her to avoid other people today, but maybe that wasn't enough. There's always a chance someone could have done something while I was gone. Like Rose for example! Her whole thing is being unpredictable. What if she woke up today with a fetish for collaring people?! Or what if someone from her office thought it was weird that she called in sick, so they decided to check on her, and also just so happened to bring a collar as a "get well soon" present, and then-

What am I doing? I look down at my hands to see they're visibly shaking. I'm acting like an absolute lunatic. I need to calm down. This is a big moment, so it's understandable that I might be a bit worried, but this is ridiculous. Would it have been safer to just tell Michelle what I was planning from the start of the day? Probably. But the thought of surprising her with this was too good to pass up. Even thinking about it right now, the moment feels so much more special having not told her yet.

Take a deep breath, Matt. Everything is okay. Once this is all over, I'll look back on this little panic attack and laugh. Freaking out doesn't help me, so let's just calm down. Alright... I'm ready. And it looks like just in time too. Looking up, I realize that I just stepped up onto my porch, the door inside directly in front of me. No turning back now.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, I'm greeted by nothing but silence. No Mom jumping up on me and begging for attention. No Rose bombarding me with her current fetish. Nothing. I can't tell if it's peaceful or off-putting. One thing's for sure though: it certainly helps build the dramatic tension.

I walk through the empty living room to the base of the stairs. I climb my way up, hyperaware of the creak of each step. When I reach the top, I'm greeted by all of our bedroom doors, each one closed just like the always are. All accept for Mom's. We actually started using a door stop to make sure she can't get locked inside anymore. Out of curiosity, I lean over to see her curled up on her bed taking a nap. Well, that at least partially explains the lack of attention I got when I came in.

Leaving my pet to sleep, I make my way over to Michelle's room. Our relationship has developed to the point that I could easily just barge in if I wanted to, but for some reason, I don't. Instead, I reach my hand up and knock.

"Who is it?" I hear the familiar voice of my sister call from the other side.

"It's me," I answer.

"Oh, Matt! You can come in," she says, a hint of enthusiasm in her voice.

I reach down and grasp the door knob, my hands still a little shaky, though luckily not as bad as before. This is it, the moment of truth. With one last deep breath, I swing the door open. Inside the room, I find my beautiful older sister sitting on the bed. She's facing me and looking directly into my eyes. The sweetest smile I think I've ever seen from her is resting on her face. And when I glance down ever so slightly, I see the soft, flawless skin on her neck, completely exposed to the open air for all to see.

Perfect.