The room

"I think they do. I think they use all this wonderful stuff on each other" said Jena. A lusty look was in her eye. She took Riley into her arms, and kissed her. "I don't want there to be any secrets between us any more, Riley. I want you. But more than that, I want you to be my Mistress, and I want to be your ****. To make sure you'll cooperate, I've hidden your phone somewhere in this room where you can't find it without torturing me into telling you where."

Riley wasn't as shocked about the kiss as she was about Jena's request. She wanted her to turn Jena into her ****? "Jena, are you crazy?" She felt Jena's forehead. No fever.

"No, I'm not crazy. I'm just very submissive, and I want it to be you I submit to. Don't you think I'm pretty enough to be your ****?" She pouted when she said it. "Or is there someone else you'd like to be your ****?"

Riley looked her sister over. Yes, she was beautiful. Yes, she did have a few strange feeling for Jena that she didn't quite understand. She did hang out with girls more than she did with boys, though her besty was a Gay boy named Randy who everyone else made fun of. She looked over at the stocks, the exam table, the horse, the shackles hanging from heavy metal beams, and all the whips, chains, and sexual devices she didn't know the names of hanging on a pegboard rack. There were also cabinets filled with who knew what, but the thing that struck her most was the wardrobe cabinet set off in a corner by itself. It seemed out of place. She walked over to it, and opened it. Inside she found all kinds of leather and latex outfits. She touched the outfits as she found herself wondering what they might feel like next to her bare flesh. All of them looked so skin tight. She even found some ceremonial robes.

Riley turned to Jena. "Mom and dad are really into this. I wonder for how long?"

Jena walked over to Riley and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I think it's been ever since they met from the looks of all this stuff. So what do you think? Wanna try it?"

The feel of the leather and latex was enough to send Riley over the edge. But she wasn't quite ready. "I think what we should both do is read up on the subject. I don't want to seriously hurt you, Jena. We both need to know what we're doing, and what we're getting ourselves into. Fair enough?"

Jena pouted. She knew her sister was right. "Fair enough. Besides I guess there's gonna be times you want me to do all kinds of things to you, too, or maybe we'll both wanna do things to other people. We should learn about it, and understand what we're doing." She walked over to a cabinet, and opened a drawer. She pulled out Riley's phone, and gave it back to her.

Riley took the phone from Jena. "I didn't say I was gonna let you off the hook, you little naked slut. How about a spanking?"

Jena's eyes beamed with excitement. "Sure! Where do you want me?"