Of course not, safety perk never fail

She put her phone in her ear, waiting for her boyfriend de pick up the call. All this while she is still gazing at me with a defiant look in her eyes, believing that she can tell everything to him so he would stop me.

"Hi, Jeff, Honey." She stops talking for a second while her boyfriend answers, but I can't hear his words. It is only an inaudible whisper. "Can't you guess who I'm with today?... No, silly, it is not one of my friends."

"I am with Greg, my little brother!" she tells him, but her tone is not mad; it sounds like a genuinely eager and happy girl.

"Yes, I have not seen him in years, but he contacted me today because he attends college in this city. He moves here from our hometown to study, like me. Now I'm at her place, and we're catching up."

Another few seconds of Jeff talking. I still can't get what he says. "No, he can't talk right now."

"It's okay. I will tell him that. Bye, honey. Love you."

She hangs up the phone. "Jeff says he hopes to meet you soon.", she told me at the same time as she put the phone back in her purse.

"Wait a minute!" Finally, she starts to realize what is happening.

"What happened?" I ask her while making a big smile because it worked just as I expected.

"I thought I would tell everything to Jeff, but as soon as I started talking, I didn't want to do it anymore. As if I should refrain from doing anything that could put you in problems. I understand the APP makes me obey your orders, but you have not told me not to talk about all of this to Jeff."

"I know. It is a safety feature of the APP. The APP has pre-recorded a series of commands in your mind, so you can't do anything against me, harm me, or tell anyone anything I told you or I do to you unless I want it."

Finally, she is shocked. She has accepted that there is nothing she can do to stop me. Whether she wants it or not, she is mine, and obeying me is her only option.

"Now, tell me. Even after all I told you, do you hate me?"

"No. I should, but I can't. No matter what you do, I feel I can't hate you because you are my brother. What you think about women, but you want to do to me...it is wrong. But I can't turn my back on you."

"And fear?"

"It is weird, but I also believe you won't hurt me."

"Of course not. I would never hit you nor use **** against any other woman. I want women to submit to me, but not through fear."

"Also, I believe you won't **** me. But it is strange, given what you told me, you probably don't believe in **** nor consent."

"Good, this is also thanks to the APP. It does not allow you to hate or fear me because I want you to love and submit to me. Oh, but you are wrong in one thing; I do actually believe in women's consent." Probably she didn't see this coming, but the explanation was not what she expected.

"That doesn't make any sense. You told me that women are toys for male's pleasure. How can you believe in that and women's consent at the same time?" she asks me, genuinely surprised.

"No, no, you don't get it. I believe in women's consent, but I don't believe women own their own consent. I own you, and that means I also own your consent. If other men do something to you without my approval, that would be ****, which is awful. I am the one who consents in your name."

"It still would feel like **** to me, even if you want it."

"That is your opinion, but soon you will learn women should not have their own opinion. Even so, I do not want to **** you to fuck me with my orders. Eventually, you will do that of your own will after you beg me for it."

I expected at this moment some defiant response, like 'that will never happen,' given that I revealed to her that I would make her willingly beg for sex instead of forcing her. Every woman believes they can win, but ultimately they submit to their own desires. But instead, her face change to sadness, and tears begin to form in her eyes.

"Greg...," she said simultaneously, tears starting to drop. "Do you hate me? Is it **** for leaving home without seeing you for years?"

Damm it. She got the wrong impression. I can't allow her to believe that. I have to calm her down.

I get up from my chair and walk over to her; I bend down until I am her height and hug her.

"No, Sis. Don't cry. I don't hate you. I already forgave you for that. I do this because I love you so much that I need to make you mine. I love you as a sister, and I love you as a woman. I want to make you submit to me because I don't believe true love is possible if women are treated as equals; it is only possible when women are totally subjugated to men. You believe this is not true because of all those feminist lies they have told you all your life. Once you accept that you are inferior, you will be happier than ever."

My words have the expected effect. She begins to calm down and hugs me back.

"You promise you don't hate me?" she asks.

"I promise," I tell her at the same time I am cleaning her tears with my fingers. I can see that she is now smiling.

I wait for a little until I am sure she is calm enough. "Okay, sister," I told her. "It is time that you realize the reach of my orders. You can't refuse anything I said, including sexual things."

It is time to heat the conversation.

"Give me your panties."

"What?" she asks me, shocked. It seems she didn't expect this.

"The ones that you are wearing. Now."

The command is impossible to avoid. She quickly gets up and lowers her panties. Then she puts her left leg out, and then the right one, and picks her panties with her right hand, which she offers me to take. I could see on her face that she didn't want to do it, yet she did it because that is what I told her.

"Now, your bra.", I firmly command just as she gives me her panties. I don't want her to have time to think right now; she should understand that my orders are imperative no matter what.

She turns around and starts to remove her bra. It's cute how she tries to preserve her modesty, but soon she will understand that modesty is no longer an option.

She removes her bra, closes her blouse again, turns around, and gives it to me. "Enough?" she says with a red expression on her face; she is embarrassed.

"This is just the beginning. Sit on the chair, put your feet on the chair with your skirt raised to your hip, and then spread your legs. Then start to masturbate until I tell you to stop."