Getting used to your new life.

Gwen was the first face you saw as the mask was lifted from your eyes.

The light is so bright that tears fill your eyes again.

You had never seen your sister with this much make-up on. Her lips would completely smear if she kissed you again. Good, maybe she would keep to herself for a change.

Then you see what she was wearing. A transparent dress, embroided with little black flowers that gleamed in the dimmed bedroomlight. Her black panties and brah clearly visible underneath.

What had happened to her usual tomboy outfit?

'Come on Jane. We've got to get you ready.' Gwen sais, as she clips a leash to your tight black leather collar.

The collar had just been there when you woke up. Reminding you of every breath you took. Making every swallow concious. A reminder of your **** submission.

'Gwen. Please. I just wanna go home.' Your voice crack at the last word, but you keep it together. Maybe you could talk her into releasing you.

'We ARE home Jane. Just be happy with the...'

Gwen shuts up and brings a hand to her red cheek. Her eyes big with disbelief. You had slapped her as soon as she unlocked one of your wristbands.

'Jane, I'm just trying to help you to...'

'Fuck you,' you try to spit at her, but the salvia only lands between your own tits. 'And my name is not fucking Jane!'

Gwen leaves you for a moment, and then comes back with an injection needle.

You try to push her away again with your free arm, but she stays out of reach.

'I really didn't want to do this to you sis.' Gwen sais as she prepares the needle with whatever was in it.

'Then don't, please. Gwen. No!'

She injects your trapped inner thigh. It's cold for a moment, but the eveythung becomes warm and fuzzy as the **** reach your brain.

'Gwen?' You cry out at her.

'Thats right sweet little Jane. Just let me help you.'

'I'm hurting. Nipples. No. Dizzy.'

'I know sweety. I know. Just let me help you.'

You stay calm as Gwen pulls you up from the bed. You have to pull an arm around her shoulder to keep your balance. You are even able to take a few steps before collapsing into her arms.

'That's right sis. Now follow me.'

Gwens voice was soft. She helped you stand up and walk. Away from the bed. The bed was bad. But walking was hard. Every step pulled at your chains. And the heavy tits. So big. Pulled up by the hoops that went trough them. Had they been this heavy before?

When you reached the stairs, you had to crawl down. Away. Free. So slow. Your head.

So hard to think.