Taste of slavery

You and Zoe have never really hated each other like some siblings, but your new power dynamic was intoxicating and you have to admit that learning about Zoe's fetishes had changed something.

She wasn't your incidentally-attractive kid sister, she was a tight-bodied little slut of a sister. She'd fantasized about you **** her, part of her craved it, even if she never let herself believe the fantasy could ever happen.

You'd crossed far beyond fantasy. Zoe had willingly given you more **** leverage and begged you to make her your ****. Your personal little whore. The glasses confirmed that she genuinely enjoyed the idea of being ****.

You can't wait to test her limits. To push her beyond whatever she imagines in her fantasies and truly **** her to cross lines she never wanted to cross.

But first, your aching cock desperately needs some attention.

"Alright, I'm going to let you up but if you fight me in the slightest..." You leave the threat open-ended.

She shakes her head fervently. "I won't! I swear."

You rise, letting her shift into a more comfortable position while you fish the key to the handcuffs from your pocket.

"When I unlock this, I want the hoodie off." You point to Zoe, then the floor where she's already sitting. "You, knees. Arms, over this." You tap the key against the thick rod across the top of the bedframe. "Then I will cuff you again and you will prove your sincerity. I want you to be real cooperative, now." You taunt her a little, grinning. "Nice and obedient."

"...yes, master." She says softly as the cuff pops open and she shifts to peel the hoodie off over her head, leaving her once again in the sports bra and shorts from her morning exercise. You've seen her body before, but this time as you look at her you feel the ownership you have over it. Power. Authority. It feels good.

Her cliched words sound a little cringey to your ears but you let it go without comment. She's clearly trying to fit all of this into her fantasies, assuming a role either because she likes the way it feels or in an attempt to please you. Either way, at least her attitude is in the right place.

As the hoodie hits the floor, Zoe shifts onto her knees and drapes her arms backwards over the bar as instructed, then waits. Her head is bowed slightly, making her the very picture of submissive obedience. Her breathing betrays her growing excitement, but true to her word she remains perfectly still for you to close the cuffs around her hands again, locking her into her strict kneeling position. There's no way she could possibly defend herself now.

"Good girl," you say, and she whines softly. A cute, almost happy little sound. "Now, to make sure you learn your place quickly, it's time for you to experience a small taste of your slavery."