Show Me No Mercy

This stops you dead. Of all of the things you had been prepared to write on your sister "****" was not one of them. You had learned a lot about her over these past 24 hours. There was a **** woman beneath her bitchy exterior who missed her Daddy even more than you realized. She was a professional Domme. She had "friends and contacts" in something called "The Underground". She owned a gun. She was being blackmailed by a billionaire. And now...this.

It's not that you couldn't believe it, because you could, it's just that the blunt admission to an actual terrible crime was way outside of your hum-drum suburban experience. You didn't know who, you didn't know when, you didn't know why, but you knew it was the truth and it was something Fiona needed to get off of her conscience. The strangest part was some sick twisted part of you wished it was you she had ****...but that was neither here nor there.

Fiona's hazel eyes look to you. Fear, guilt, and shame all mixed with a steel determination. She had laid this at her Master's feet. You had told her that her failures were yours to correct and yours to bear. She was taking you up on that solemn offer, you could not refuse it without rejecting her. As her Master you must accept Fiona for the damaged imperfect creature that she was.

You ask no questions and make no comment, you simply write the final word in large red letters across her lean belly.

****

Clicking the top of the marker back on you toss it back onto the bed. You look over your handiwork. Your sister's bombshell body was marred by your scarlet handwriting. You read the words yourself and ready yourself. The feeling of power and dominance courses through you, more powerful than any high you had yet experienced.

"Show me no mercy." She whispers, her eyes now locked on the letters scrawled across her stomach.

"Do not tell me what to do."

"I'm sorry Sir."

"I suppose you show no mercy to your subs?"

"Yes Sir, no mercy."

"You think you're better than me? You think mercy would make me weak?"

She looks to you nervously. "No Sir! I-I-I...just..."

"I am not some Dom for hire...like you. Dominance by the hour, or is it a flat fee? What a fucking joke." You mock her. "A slap and a cuddle and then you are on your way, leaving your sub trembling and weak in your wake. I am a true Master. I play for keeps. One Master, one ****, one true bond. If I show you mercy it is because I love you more than you hate yourself."

She stares at you in stunned silence before finally stammering. "I-I...don't hate..."

"Yes you do!" You snap. "I know you Fiona, you can't hide from me. Now shut up. Know your place. Do not offer advice unless I ask for it."

"Y-Yes Sir." You were rocking her world...and you were loving it! You had her in the palm of your hand.

Taking the nipple clamps you hold one in each hand and test the spring tight pincers. Imagining these on your tender nipples...they had to hurt like a son of a bitch! You supposed that was the point. You straighten out the connecting chain then turn to your sister.

You notice her breath catch as she readies herself. Standing in front of her you rub and pinch her right nipple to stiffen it first. She is looking at you with a hushed awe.

"Eyes down." You order. "How dare you meet my gaze you worthless piece of meat."

Her eyes snap down to look at your chest. "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir."

Reaching up suddenly with your right hand Fiona flinches, perhaps believing a slap was coming. Instead you gently cup her chin in your hand. You turn her head to left...and stroke her soft cheek. Then you turn it to the right. By God she was a beautiful bitch.

You turn her head back to center, holding her by the chin and daring her to look you in the eyes. "Do you want the blindfold already?"

She carefully keeps her gaze down. "No Sir. I'm sorry Sir."

You run your thumb over the FILTH written across her mouth. "Your sins make you ugly."

"Yes Sir. Very ugly."

You stroke your hand down her face one more time. Ever so subtly she leans her cheek into your petting palm, welcoming the gentle touch of her Master. Returning to the task at hand you attach the first nipple clamp, the little rubberized ends squeezing Fiona's taut nipple tightly. Your sister lets out a small grunt but otherwise does not react. You then begin playing with the other one.

"How loud can we be? Chloe tells me the neighbors are used to noise."

Fiona nods tensely. "As loud as you wish Master. This room has extra sound proofing as well."

"Good."

You attach the second clamp, pinching the soft pink flesh between the unforgiving metal and rubber.

"Nnm!"

"Anything I need to know about these?"

Fiona lets out a sharp breath. "N-no more...than 15 minutes...S-Sir." She sucks in some air. "Nerve...damage."

You grin and lightly tug on the chain hanging in front of her, eliciting a most satisfying gasp from her. "Having trouble speaking?"

She swallows. "N-no Sir." She snorts in frustration then says again more forcefully. "No Sir!"

"It's different being the one receiving the pain, yes?"

She nods. "Y-yes Sir."

"Would Chloe stutter like that? Would your clients?"

She shakes her head. "N-no sir. They are...used to it."

"Ha! You are a just wimp, a wussy, aren't you? Just like you called me all those years. You can dish it but you can't take it."

You tug the chain again, harder this time. "AH! Y-yes Sir...I am...weak. I am...unaccustomed."

"Whose the pussy ass little bitch?" You pull the chain, her breasts stretch out from her body as you pull slowly up and out.

"Ohhh! Ahh! Me...I am Sir."

"You are so pathetic. You act so tough, so high and mighty and above it all. And these little things make you whine like little girl." Tug!

"AH! Yes Sir! I am pathetic Sir! Ohhhhh!"

"Chloe's twice the **** you could ever be!" You pull right to the point where you worry the clamps might slip.

"OHHHH! Yes Sir! She is better Sir!" Her teeth grit and her body tenses at the paint. "I am worthless Sir! MMMM!"

You let go. Fiona lets out a relieved gasp of air.

You reach down and grab your cock and balls through your pants. "Shit, look at that, I'm already getting hard for you big sister. You almost make me want to use your whore body right now."

Fiona bites her lips and her eyes stare intensely at your crotch. Her arms struggle against her bonds. She wanted you...bad, but you were just getting started.

You give the side of her right breast a slap and tease her. "You wish."

"I do Sir! I very much do!"

Moving around beside her you pick up the beautiful handmade flogger. Stepping back two paces you twirl the mass of heavy suede tresses through the air.

"I think this one is my favorite. Tell me how to use this ****." You command.

Fiona's eyes widen, knowing her teaching would be immediately carried out on her bound body. "Yes Sir."