Erica got collared and a last minute surprise

At that moment, I get the contract, get up from my chair and move to the entrance, where there is a full-body mirror. She stops before me, and I make her kneel on the floor, looking at the mirror. I watched a scene that, weeks ago, I never believed I could see in my life. My sister is kneeling at my feet while she masturbates. I can't help but take out my phone and take several photos, even a small video. "Don't mind me; I just need fap material."

After I had enough, I put the contract in from her and said, "This is where you were left, read."

"'The Object will remain collared 24x7 as proof of ownership. The Person will provide two collars to allow it to be cleaned adequately to avoid hygiene problems. The collar could be removed in case of emergency, like, for example, problems with breathing, but The Object should try all safety precautions possible to avoid such problems.' Wait, do you want to put me in some BDSM, dog collar, or something else? I can't go to see Jeff with that. Or my work, they could fire me. Please, brother, reconsider this. I can wear it with you if you want and when I am alone, but not with everyone else." She complains loudly for apparent reasons. Unlike the other rules, this one could be a risk to her everyday life. But she is wrong, and I have already thought about how to do it without anyone noticing it.

"Relax, Sis. The collar I have bought you is not a dog collar." As I say, I return to the drawer where the contract was and take her 'collar.' Well, it is not a collar; she said that would be a problem. The collar is actually a pink choker with a heart in its center.

"Look, Sister," I told, pointing to the choker. "Everyone who sees this will believe it is just a cute accessory for women, not a BDSM collar." At that moment, I bend over and put the necklace on her neck.

"You look beautiful. No one will know the meaning of this choker. You will tell everyone that it is something you bought in a clothing store and you always wear it because you love it, but you and I are the only ones who will know its real meaning: I own you. I don't need a collar that makes everyone know you are mine; I only need you to know it. Every morning, you will look at your collar and the mirror and repeat a few times, 'I am proud to be owned by my brother.' Do it now."

"I am proud to be owned by my brother! I am proud to be owned by my brother!" She starts repeating, at the same time that speeds her hands. She is near the edge. Of course, I can't avoid taking photos of my collared sister.

After a few minutes, I make her get up, and we return to where we were sitting before. I realize she has left the place where she was on her knees very messy with her fluids; Binita will have to clean it later. This is almost over.

"Read the last paragraph."

"The Person reserves the right to add restrictions not included in the contract to The Object with orders in case it's needed to add, modify or delete restrictions.' So, in essence, you will do...ahhh! what you want... with me?" Actually, it is just a failsafe to be able to fix loopholes.

"Yes, but I am sincere with what I promise not to do; that won't change." I just want to clarify that the part she will willingly submit to me won't ever change.

"And that is your new life. I wanted to be sincere with you so you know everything from the beginning. We have to both sign it. With both, I actually mean just me, of course."

"Wait...ahh! Wait, please." She begs me.

"What, you don't like this?"

"No, of course not...but..shit..you will do it anyway, that is not what I...asks...and I can't stop you ahhh! Please... Can I.. Please..." Oh, I know what she wants.

"If you don't tell me what you want..."

"Please...Please... let me cum." She begs again.

"I didn't have in mind to let you cum the first day yet."

"Please, Brother, You have put me on edge all the time I was reading the contract."

"What do I gain with letting you cum?" I ask her, waiting for an answer I could correct.

"What do you gain?!" She answers, mad. "Brother! It is my body. I am so horny. I need it so much!"

"No, Sis. It is not your body. Not anymore. It is mine."

"But that is wrong."

"I told you not to express feminist opinions, including saying a woman should own her own body. So, repeat it, who should own your body?"

"A man... You," she answers, defeated. "You should own my body."

"So it does not matter that you want to cum. Your body is mine, so it will cum when I want."

"But... but..." she tries to find the words to reply. "There isn't something I could do for you, so you let me cum. Please, brother." She begs me, wanting to do something for me so I can reward her with an orgasm.

"Ok, I can allow you to cum if you promise to spend one hour looking for those **** porn sites for the first time, and you must do it on your own, without my orders."

"Yes, I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"It is not an order, Sis. You are free to not cum to avoid the porn. But if you cum you should keep your promise and watch porn, and you won't be able to cum again today watching porn."

"Yes, I promise. I will watch porn. Please, allow me to cum."

"Oh, we have forgotten to record your mantra." She doesn't want to hear this, but now that I have her on edge is the best moment.

"Nooo, Please..." She tries to beg, but her own moans interrupt her. "Fin, let's do it quickly."

I flip the contract to show the mantra's part and point it to her. I took her phone, make her unlock it, and start recording.

"My body, my brother's rules. We were destined to be together since we were born. He was destined to own me; she was destined to be my ****. I don't need feminism because I submit to my brother. I do not express my opinions, I do not have opinions, I subjugate my opinion to my brother's opinion. I love to receive my brother's cock in my mouth, ass, and cunt, because my holes were made for his cock. After all, we are siblings, and siblings are made for each other. My holes are made with the form of my brother's cock, and only he can complete me. Only sex with my brother can turn me on because I can't conceive sex without ****. I do not need rights because I am happy to be owned by my brother. I do not need dignity because that prevents me from satisfying my brother's desires. I do not have desires because I live to please my brother's desires. I can not be happy unless I am submissive, docile, loyal, and obedient to my brother. Only with my brother's strength and guidance my life has meaning. I want to taste my brother's sweet cum, warm piss, and delicious spit. I do not deserve an orgasm without my brother's approval because his pleasure is more important to me than my own pleasure. I won't make choices in my life because I want my brother to make all choices for me. I am inferior to my brother, like any woman, and I am proud to accept my inferiority. My brother should have all the women he wants, and I will help him discipline them because I am superior to other women without making me any less inferior to him. My life was meaningless until my brother put me in my place. I love my brother and give him my body, soul, heart, and mind. There is no place where I am happier than kneeling on the floor looking at my brother from below."

That is perfect. I recorded the whole mantra without having to repeat anything. Her voice was the sexiest and slutty I have ever heard. All the time, she has been breathing, heaving, **** for release. This is probably the best mantra I have made.

"That is perfect. We have almost done, Sis. I only need to sign it, and you can start your new life."

"I will sign it myself if you allow me to cum!" she desperately yells.

"I am glad to hear you, but I want this to be my decision, not yours. Ok, I have signed that I agree to the terms. And now I sign in your name that my decision is that you agreed to the terms and... Done. You can cum."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Just as we finish, she collapses on the chair. Let out a loud moan that all the neighbors must have heard it. She is still conscious but exhausted, and is that squirt? Well, Binita will have to clean that, too.

I wait until she recovers. I let her rest for 15 minutes, just watching her. I would love to have her sleep on my bed, but she is not ready yet, so she should return to her home, which she can't do until she recovers. I don't want her to have an accident while driving.

"That was ... That was," he tried to say something. "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my entire life."

"And this is just the beginning."

I help her to get up and guide her to the front door. But before that, I stop and hug her, and she hugs me back.

"You know, that has been the most degrading document I had read ever, but...but still, I can hate it. I know I should, but I can't.", she calmly tells me.

"Deep inside, you know a sister should always support and obey her brother."

I continue hugging her, but I drop one hand to grab her firm ass under her skirt. After all this, I can't avoid at least touching her.

"Ey!" she protests.

"Don't complain. I never said I wouldn't grope you. I have been jerking off to your body for years, and I need to feel how the real thing feels. And also, now that I own you, I need to check your assets."

I continue groping her ass with my left hand and put my right hand on her left tit, below her blouse.

"You are clearly in shape. Do you go to the gym and eat healthily?"

"Yes, four days a week, and I try eating as healthy as possible, except sometimes..." I know what her sin is.

"I know very well. White chocolate. Continue with the gym, but the chocolate is over." Let's see how she reacts if I tease her a little.

"Why? Nooo."

"I am joking. I won't make you vegan or anything like that. You don't need it. But you will only be able to eat white chocolate with me. If you are a good girl."

"Fine, brother." She answers with relief that I was joking.

"Firm ass and nice tits. I rate you 10 out of 10. But for being my big sister, I raised and said 12 out of 10."

"Brother, don't I deserve at least some respect? I am your sister."

After reading all that contract, I don't know why she said those things. I think I need to improve my rule against feminist opinions.

"Look, I told you not to express feminist opinions. But I think it is not enough." Obviously, I do not stop groping her. "From now on, I will require you, when talking about women, not just not to say anything remotely close to feminism. You won't stay silent; instead, you will express what you believe would be my opinion about that topic. Understand? Of course, be moderate with others to avoid problems. So, if I ask you, do women deserve rights, what will be your answer?"

"No, women don't deserve rights."

"Neither are you. Include yourself in the answer."

"No, we women don't deserve rights." She answers me clearly; she doesn't believe what she says, not yet. But this is the first step.

"Why?"

"Because we live to please men."

"Perfect, now answer your own question. Do you deserve respect?"

"No, I don't." I affectionately kiss her on the forehead when she gives me that answer.

"See, you already know the answers, and soon you will also believe in those answers. Now, go home and look for **** Porn, but don't overdo it. If you want for this time, you can just rub yourself gently. Don't try to reach the edge because you have already cum today, ok?"

"Ok, brother. Can I have my panties and bra back before leaving?"

"No, it's mine now."

"What a pervert. Do what you want; I have more at home."

"Not anymore. Throw away all your panties. You won't use it anymore."

"You will make me go everywhere without panties?"

"Yes, I want your holes available for me, so no panties. And no bras, too; now that I am thinking, throw them away too. Clothes control is on the contract."

"I don't have a say on that matter, right?"

"Exactly. You are starting to understand how this works."

Now that it is complete, I stop groping her and finally guide her to the front door. I open the door and say goodbye to her. But then I stare through the peephole as she waits for the elevator, and when it arrives, I open the door again.

"Wait..." I stop her from leaving.

"What more do you want?" She asks me.

"Remember when we were kids, how I was when I played with my toys?"

"Yes! You were a cautious child. You were always very careful not to lose or break any of your toys, and you would cry if that happened." She answers me, and her smile lights up with nostalgia.

"And what do I use to say when other kids wanted to play with my toys?"

"That's a trick question. You won't catch me with that. You never allowed other kids to play with your toys, and you never lent any toy, book, or videogame. You allowed it to me because I was the only one who knew how you loved your toys, but why do you ask me this now?"

"Well, Sis. Now, you are my toy. Understand what I imply?"

"Did you mean..?" She starts to realize what I am about to say.

"I won't allow any man to have sex with you. And that includes your boyfriend. One thing is to allow you to continue to see him, and another is to allow you to fuck him. I can do it; it is on the terms of your domestication. Come on; the elevator is here; go home to watch **** Porn."

I close the door just as I tell her what she should have guessed long ago. She enters the elevator and leaves. She must know that she is mine. I won't allow any other men to touch her.