Paying the Cost to be the Boss

Fiona leads you into Chloe's bedroom, a place you had never been before though she seemed intimately familiar with it. She avoids turning on the overhead light and instead walks into the darkened room and turns a tall lamp that sat in the corner. A warm yellow tinged light fills the room.

Your Cousin's surprisingly spacious room was...interesting. It was a combination of what you would expect from a woman her age, a kinky sex dungeon, and a little girl's room. Each in equal measure and each clashing with the other parts. Interior design was not your Cousin's strong suit.

Dominating the center of the room was a bed that you already knew Chloe hadn't bought for herself. Fiona or Chloe's Sugar Daddy bad bought her this monstrosity. It was a big four poster bed but unlike any four poster you'd ever seen. The construction of the frame was of thick black steel. Metal loops were welded to the body in strategic locations and the canopy had arched crossbeams each of which looked like it could easily hold the weight of a person. The frame at the foot of it had rings plainly placed for bondage of the wrists and neck and the "headboard" was a series of crossbeams with a leather padded area about two feet tall and running not quite the width of the unit. It was BDSM bed and a nice one at that. Contrasting with this fearsome frame was the soft pastel colored bedding and pillows and stuffed animals.

Around the room were various pictures of your family as well as photos of Chloe with a muscular guy you assumed was her man. Besides the bed the furniture was unremarkable, the usual stuff. Both sliding doors to Chloe's closet were fully mirrored and there were two other full length mirrors hung on the walls and a big one on the ceiling which gave the already roomy area the illusion of even more space.

You could smell the cleaner in the air and under that a deep subtle funk that you would bet could never entirely be removed.

Fiona stood, fidgety and nervous. Even a day ago you never in your life thought you'd see your big sister look so scared and ****. The fact she was feeling this way because of you...unbelievable. Her eyes shoot toward the closet a few times telling you all you needed to know.

"Um...want me to get the toys for..." She starts to say.

"They're in the closet? There." You point.

She nods with trepidation.

"Answer me."

"Yes Sir. They are in the closet. On the left side."

You nod but make no move toward it just yet. You approach the bed and grip the nearest corner post and give it a push. The thing barely budges. This wasn't just for show, this was a serious piece of equipment. You take your time and casually walk around to inspect the bed and allow your imagination to ponder the possibilities. You were in no hurry, you had Fiona all night and you wanted to savor her. Now you understood why Fiona wanted you sexually slaked before you began. Without having done what you had done with Chloe earlier you would certainly be rushing things along now to satisfy your lust.

You look back across the bed at your sister who still stood in the same spot. Her being topless while you were still fully clothed was bothering her you could see, more precisely the fact that you had control of it and she had none. Her discomfort was good, it helped establish your dominance, but for now you wanted to calm her down and get her feeling comfortable. Fear and discomfort would come later.

"Your dress is very nice. It looks sexy on you."

A faint blush rises in her cheeks at the unexpected compliment. "Thank you Sir, thank you for choosing it for me. You look very handsome tonight too Master."

"I like what you did with your makeup. Again, so pretty. Did Elsie help you with that?" Your tone is soft and kind.

"Mmm hmm. She put it on."

"You were a clever girl asking your sister for help. You look so good for me tonight, very pretty, very sexy, very fuckable. I like it. Good ****."

You can hear her breath catch in her lungs at the praise and she trembles. "Thank you Master."

"You're scared."

"Yes Sir." She nods.

"You're scared about what I am going to do to you. About your discipline."

She nods again. "Yes Sir. I've been...very...very...naughty."

"Yes you have, and the punishment must fit the crimes. You know that, right?"

She lets out a shuddering breath and lowers her eyes. "I know. But... I...I...I swear I'll be a good girl now, you don't have to..."

"Shhhhh." You raise a finger. "Don't embarrass yourself with bargaining. You know you deserve it."

"Mmmmm." She whines with an almost childlike fear of punishment.

You grin. "You DO deserve discipline...don't you?"

"Yes Sir." She is **** to admit.

"Strip the bed down to the sheets, and get rid of those fucking stuffed animals."

"Would you like me to show you the closet first?"

Your eyes narrow. "I won't have these questions Fiona. They do not make me happy. I told you what to do, now do it."

"I'm sorry. Yes Master." She hurries to the bed and strips off the pastel colored covers. You watch her obey your command and feel a shot of Dom satisfaction run through you. She throws the stuffies onto the blankets and gathers them all into big bundle.

You motion toward the door. "Put them out in the living room."

"Yes Sir." She does as you say.

That looked better. The bed was now down to its white sheets.

As she reenters the room you say. "Good girl. I like it when you listen."

She nods and whispers more to herself than to you. "I'm a good girl now."

"Not quite." You laugh. "But you'll get there."

"Thank you Sir."

"****."

"Yes Sir?"

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you." You saw Fiona's tense shoulders relax as she says it.

"Very good. Now, tell me you deserve my love."

"Oh...Sir, that is not for me...."

"Say it. Do not disobey me."

"Master, I don't wish to disobey but..."

"Then don't!"

Fiona straightens up and clenches her fists at her sides as she gathers her will. She takes in a lung full of air and says. "I d-deserve your love."

You smile benevolently. "Good girl. I want you to remember that. My love you already have, it is unshakable, but your collar you will have to earn."

She looks at you with a mixture of awe and confusion. You were impressing her as much as you were impressing yourself. And you had to admit, Fiona was playing her role magnificently. This was only possible due to the love and trust you had for one another. This was...fun!

Motioning toward the closet you say. "I have some Master business to attend to. Go get me a glass of water, I expect this punishment to be thirsty work. You're naughtiness means a lot of work for me, I hope you appreciate it."

"Yes Sir." She nods. "I do Sir."

She goes to leave but you stop her. You lock onto her eyes with a hard gaze. "I need you to understand. Your mistakes are mine to correct. Your imperfections are my shame. When you fall, when you fail, I will be the one to have to pick you up and set you right again." You narrow your eyes sternly. "You will be mine. I will own you. I hope you understand the work and commitment I am putting into you. My time and energy are valuable but I think you could be worth the cost. I am showing faith in you ****."

She nods with rising enthusiasm. "Yes Sir! Thank you Sir! I don't deserve it Sir."

"What do you deserve?"

"Discipline."

"Good ****, and what else?"

"Y-your love."

"And what must you earn?"

"My collar."

"Who is responsible for you and your actions?"

"You. You are Sir."

"You will be mine. I will protect you. I will look after you. I will do everything for you. I will be everything for you. All I require is your heart and soul." You pause. "Do not disappoint me Fiona."

"Thank you Master!" She whispers with trembling emotion. "Thank you!"

You watch a change come over your sister as she nods and actually lets out a giggle without a care of her own in the world. Her whole demeanor was completely transformed. Her hands come together in front of her and her head bows so that it was lower than yours. Gone were the grim realities of life and college and money and worrying about siblings and business and ****, in their place was simple obedience and her loving Master watching over her. She had one job now, only one. Obey. There was a purity to subservience that had a beauty all its own.

"Now, go get me that glass of water."

"Yes Master!" She bows then turns and walks quickly but gracefully from the room

You can't help but smile. You were flying by the seat of your pants here but you were surprising yourself on just how...easy this all felt. Being thrust into the leadership role here wasn't allowing you to drop back into your normal beta patterns and GOD DAMN it was feeling good so far. A guy could get use to this.

Turning toward the closet you approach it to see what "toys" you had to work with.