A Big Hurdle

"Stand." You say.

She does so, at full attention not unlike a soldier.

"Undress yourself. I want everything off, even the earrings."

"Yes Sir."

She loosens the waist of her dress and lets it drop to the floor. You were about to say something but, as if reading your mind, she bends down and picks up the dress you so liked on her. Folding it neatly she holds it in her arms. As she stands there your eyes are naturally drawn to massive bulge in her panties, her thick cock and huge balls outlined perfectly against the black cotton, but you do what you could to disguise your attentions and maintain a controlled appearance.

"May I place my things on the dresser Master?"

"Yes."

She bows her head and moves that direction. With great care and careful controlled movements she places the dress on the dresser to the left of your glass of water. There was almost something ritualistic about her precise motions. Fiona had great respect and reverence to the scene the pair of you were building together. She takes off her necklace and then her earrings and places them beside the dress. Finally she pulls down her panties, steps out of them, folds them, and places them atop the dress. Her ass was a dream, and even from behind you saw her long schlong dangle between her legs.

She straightens up, turns, and walks backs to the exact spot she left from and stands just as she had before you gave your order.

"Good girl."

She tried to hide it you could see in her hazel eyes a momentary glimpse of happiness. How freeing this obedience must be for her. How satisfying it must be to be immediately praised for a job well done.

You look her long, lean, shapely body up and down. Truly it is the physique of a goddess. Her member is as enormous and as intimidating as ever. You prayed you would be able to do something with it. You sucked and fucked Chloe easy enough, but this monster was a whole different thing altogether.

She shifts slightly, obviously self conscious about you staring at her junk.

God you wanted her bad. Taking a long breath you refocus. Punishment before fun. Stay on track Jesse, be disciplined. She will respect you all the more for it. Just as she had to earn her collar, you had to earn your leash.

"Okay ****, I am not about to beat you for the hell of it. I am not that sort of Master. What I will do to you is discipline. I will hurt you with a purpose. This pain is for your benefit and education. Understood?"

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

Reaching out suddenly you grab her by the arms. She lets out a gasp of surprise before settling into your grip. You move her to the edge of the side of the bed facing toward you. She goes to sit down on the mattress but you hold her up, making it clear you wanted her to remain standing.

From the bed you pick up the leather ankle cuffs and separate them. You can sense your sister tense up and hear her breath shudder slightly. She was scared and you couldn't blame her. Getting down on one knee you look along the bottom of the bed frame find two perfect welded loops.

"Spread your legs."

There is a moment's hesitation.

"Spread your legs!"

She does so quickly at your sharp command. You wrap the leather cuff around one ankle and clip it to the sturdy metal bed frame. Then, shifting across, you do the same with the other.

When you stand again you see an entirely different Fiona staring back at you. She wasn't scared, she was fucking terrified! Her hands shook and she panted as adrenaline coursed through her body. Fight or flight was hitting her big time. This might be the biggest hurdle of the night for Fiona. Being bound was not something she was comfortable with. You knew she could handle pain, at least to a point, but this was a total loss of control. Once her wrists were done she would truly be at another's mercy.

"You okay?" You whisper in your natural voice.

She nods stiffly. "Hurry please."

You take on your role as Master again. With a steady demeanor you take the leather hand cuffs and reach up above Fiona's head to loop the chain of the cuffs around the thick frame. To reach this high your body was pressed up against Fiona's, you could feel her breasts press into your chest and her warm fast breath puff against your neck. Being so close to her seemed to calm her slightly. You slide a hand down the smooth skin of her right arm. Taking her wrist you bring it up over her head and secure it in the cuff. She began to tremble once more. And then the final one, her last vestige of control. You take her by the left wrist and go to lift it...but she fights you instinctively, pulling her arm back and down. You wait patiently until you feel her relax. You then lift her arm and quickly bind her last limb.

You stay close for a moment to give her second to adjust. You hear the chain rattle as she tries to move. You feel her body tense and shake as the realization she is bound and helpless truly sinks in. "...mmmmm..." She whimpers despite herself.

After a minute you finally step back and away from her. Your sudden distance was a fatal blow to Fiona's barely held composure.

"Jesse!" She cries out. "Ahohhh!" She heaves against her bonds but they hold easily. The frame and the cuffs were not novelty sex store toys, they were built for his express purpose. The bed doesn't even creak as she struggles and flexes impotently. "Ohhhh god! Help!"

You look into her wide frantic eyes, again you let the Master wane and the brother return. "Fiona, it's okay. I'm here. I'm right here baby."

Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breath. Her gaze reaches out to yours, as if your eyes were everything in the world to her now.

"Is it too much?" You ask softly. "Do you want to stop?"

The more she looked into your eyes...the more her body slowly relaxed. "I-I-I...love you Jesse."

You smile a warm understanding smile. "I know Fiona. I love you too."

That seemed to make all the difference. You watch her taut body slacken. Her shoulders relax and she settles her breathing. Your sister closes her eyes and forces herself to take long, slow, even breaths. You wait. This could not be rushed.

After a minute or two Fiona's eyes open once more. She stares back into your eyes, this time not with fear but with openness and desire.

"I am sorry Master. I am a weak woman." She then says the mantra you had given her earlier. "I will obey my Master."

You nod your acceptance of her apology. "Understood."

Her eyes shift from you to the closet door mirror behind you. She takes herself in, seeing herself bound. Ankles cuffed to the frame a few feet apart and her arms stretched up over her head. She pulls against the cuffs lightly...and a look of peace washes over her. "I am helpless."

"You are mine to do with as I please."

A smile grows on her pretty face. "I am ready for my discipline Master."

"You remember your safeword?" You ask again.

"Yes Master."

"Very good." You say. "Let's begin."