Real Fear

There you were. In the middle of the empty motel room bed. Naked. Arms bound to your sides. Legs folded and tied together and bound to your core. Your boner tightly wrapped and also affixed down. And those shoe laces that held your sack! Every little shift and shimmy was instantly accompanied by a sharp tug to the nuts. You had to stay absolutely still. Outside of moving your hands and head you were as immobilized and helpless as a person could be. With this helplessness came a deep feeling of a burning erotic desire. You were hornier than you'd ever been and there wasn't a thing you could do about it.

Your older sister stood just three feet to your left and topless. For a moment you thought she was going to take off her shorts but instead she hesitates...then chooses not to. She was embarrassed by her size. After being the hung goddess she had been you could understand it. How weak and powerless she must feel in her body right now. You couldn't imagine what it must be like for a powerful woman like her to feel this way.

"You are beautiful Mistress." You whisper to her.

She gives you the briefest appreciative look before her features slowly transform and smooth out into a porcelain mask of dominant control. "Of course I am." She states coldly. "Who is more beautiful than me?"

You smile warmly...until she grabs your left foot roughly which tugs hard against your balls.

"Ugh!" You grunt.

"I asked you a question boy!"

"Sorry Mistress!" You gasp. "Nobody! Nobody is more beautiful than you! You are perfect Mistress!"

Her face remains stony and placid but her eyes give her away. You could see the fire burning inside. She lets go of your foot and returns to her business.

"Don't speak out of turn." She warns you.

"Yes Mistress." You say back instantly.

After the trampling and stomping episode of the morning you weren't sure what to expect. Having been assured that it was okay to use the safe word you were confident that whatever it would be you would enjoy it.

Fiona struts with the flowing grace of a runway model. One foot straight in front of the other, her hips swaying seductively, she strides around the bed looking at you like a juicy steak she was readying to tuck into. On the waist high dresser on the opposite wall from you she begins collecting things from your brief shopping trip earlier. KY jelly, blue nitrile gloves, and a package of wet wipes are set out carefully. She opens her purse and pulls out the clamps you had seen in there the night before. In a flash you suddenly realize what they are for and your nipples pucker. Staring at them for a long moment she shakes her head and says. "No. I want to feel you tonight. You'll cry out by my own hand." She places them back inside. "The toys will come later, when I have my proper tools." She pauses. "Although..."

There is a strange electricity in the air as she stares for a long time into her purse. Her boss bitch energy seemed to fill the room as some deep part of her psyche rose to the surface.

You take in a sharp breath of surprise as she reaches in and pulls out the folding knife she carried. A wicked smile plays at the corner of her ruby lips. The knife handle was black and shaped for ideal grip. This wasn't a jackknife, this was one of those folding tactical combat knives. It just looked dangerous. In your sister's hand doubly so. There is a flash of steel as she clicks open the four inch blade! You are very silent and very still, your eyes wide, as you watch her hazel gaze turn slowly from the naked blade across the room to your naked flesh.

Setting the purse down behind her she strides forward. The knife held tight in her right hand. Her lips are slightly parted. Her pearl white teeth glowing as bright as the cold steel she wielded. In her eyes...that fire...that monster...that demon you learned more about every minute you spent with her.

"Fiona?" You say softly.

You swallow hard. Your breath suddenly shallow and rapid. What was happening right now? Why did she have that look in her eye? Why did she have a knife!? She comes to the edge of the bed beside you, standing over you, her gaze looking down at you as if from a great height. With an adroitness that shook you she spins the knife in her hand with a flick of the wrist before snatching it into a firm grip once more.

"Fiona?"

She doesn't answer you.

Your sister licks her teeth as her eyes slowly scan over your helpless form. She turn the blade and reaches forward. You let out little gasp as you feel the cold metal touch the skin of your forearm. She lets out a long hissing breath from her nose. Running the flat of the blade gradually up your arm you feel the razor sharp tip scrap, but not slice, along your flesh. The cool steel sensation is interrupted as it runs over the ropes binding you. Cold...rope...cold...rope... Scraaaaape the tip drags lightly over your tender skin.

Against your conscious will you pull against your bonds and wriggle. Some instinctual repulsion to danger kicking in and causing you to move. An abrupt yank to the balls causes you to grunt and fall still once more.

Running the knife up over your shoulder she drags it with and excruciatingly slow pace. She traces it over the long bone of your clavicle...and then across your your exposed neck! You look up at her with wide scared eyes and let out a high frightened whine.

She has an almost distant, detached, look about her as she says a loud whisper. "Are you scared? Are you scared Jesse?"

You whimper and tremble beneath her.

"That's it my love. Honesty, truth, it's okay to be scared. Let it ouuuut." She then asks again. "Are you ssssscared brotherrrr?"

Were you scared!? Fuck! She had you tied down with a knife to your throat! Of course you were...of course you were...it suddenly hits you. You were scared. You were frightened. And it was related to your sister, but the knife had nothing to do with it. Fiona could never hurt you. Not really hurt you. If there was one thing in this life you felt you knew, it was that. In a moment of crystal clarity you remind yourself of who you were. You were Jesse Bailey! Fiona Bailey's little brother and lover and **** and sissy and sub and pretty boy. You were hers. In that moment the knife held against your soft pale body evaporates to meaninglessness. There was fear alright, real fear.

She wanted the truth and she was going to get it.

In a soft submissive voice you say. "I am scared Fiona."

She lets out a breath through clenched smiling teeth. "Gooood!"

"I...I'm scared!"

"That's it!"

You take in a long shuddering breath as a single tear rolls from the corner of your eye. "I'm scared...I'm not good enough."

Everything stops and there is a moment where time seems to stand still. Fiona studies your face and sees raw emotion and honesty staring back at her. She blinks twice and you watch as she is rocked by the words you had just spoken. Her entire demonic persona melts before your eyes. With the loving expression of a sister she locks her gaze with yours. "What did you say?"

"I'm scared...that...I'll disappoint you. I'm scared I'm not good enough for you. I'm scared I won't be pretty enough for you or I'll be a bad boy or you'll grow bored of me or I'll be too wimpy to give you what you need. I'm scared I can't satisfy you. I'm scared I can't...do the things...you want of me. I'm scared you'll realize just how much better you are than me." You gulp and blink the tears from your eyes. "I'm scared you'll...leave me...after...you find out...who I really am...when you see I'm just...just...just a normal boring boy and...I can't live up...to the...standards of a goddess. I'm...I'm falling in love with you Fiona. I...need you and...and...and...I'm scared of living without you."

The words hang heavy in the following silence.

"Oh Jesse." She sighs.

Fiona's shoulders relax. Her face, her beautiful perfect face, softens to a warm smile. She pulls the knife away from you and looks, with great embarrassment, at the weapon. She shows it to you as if it were a trifling trinket. "It's for the ropes. In case I need to get you out quickly. I was...playing." She tucks the blade away then turns and places it on the bed stand then quickly turns back to you. She tenderly brushes the tears from your temples. "My silly little brother." She laughs softly. "After all we've been through these last two days, do you honestly think you could ever truly disappoint me? I love you kid. You mean the world to me. How many times do I have to say it?"

You swallow and sniffle. "I know, it's just...you're so beautiful and amazing and I'm..."

"And you're mine." She leans down and kisses you on the lips, her fingers stroke through your hair. She takes a long deep breath as your lips part and gazes deeply into you. "And you always will be."

You feel the fear rapidly receding within you and let out a sigh of relief.

"Tell me that you're mine." She says with gentle sternness.

"I'm yours."

"Good boy. Tell me again how pretty you are."

"I'm...a pretty boy. I'm a sexy beautiful boy!"

"Yes you are. Tell me who loves you more than anyone."

You blush. "You do Fiona."

She pats you. "That's my boy."

You smile and bite your lips, feeling a bit silly about the whole thing. "I love you Fiona."

"I love you too."

"I'm sorry." You say with growing guilt. "I ruined the mood, didn't I? I didn't do it right."

She chuckles. "No my dear, that was me." She pats your rope wrapped chest. "You weren't ready for this yet. Things are still too raw. We've been through too much and you're still new. I was a bad Mistress. I'm sorry Jesse." She strokes you lovingly. "I got impatient. I've been waiting a very long time to have you like this brother." Her hand runs up and down your chest.

"Please don't untie me Mistress. I don't want to stop." You plead. "Please, can we keep going Mistress? I won't cry again, I promise."

She traces a finger across her cheek and openly admires your beauty. "It's okay to cry." She runs the fingertip around the sensitive edges of your lips. You reach out and give it a quick suck, which brings joy into your sister's eyes.

"Please Mistress." You beg.

Running the finger down over your bottom lip then down your chin she says. "Don't worry my love, we'll still have some fun." She kisses you again. "But tonight...just call me Fiona."

Your smile widens and your heart swells. "Okay Fiona."