Mera get's bikini, Sera gets dress

So the good old fashioned carrot and stick maneuver eh? Well can’t fault you for that. Especially when it’s gonna help put a girl with an attitude in her place.

Not to mention an itty bitty bikini. A smirk appears on your face as you walk up to the twins. Sera instantly hid her face behind her sister, even hunching over a bit so her face was between Mera’s shoulder blades. Meanwhile Mera kept her gaze directly on yours. Still she kept her body hunched over in a vain attempt to keep her body hidden.

You take her chin into your hand, and push her upwards forcing her to stand up straight. You let the both of them know that they are to wear what you pick for them without complaint. Otherwise it will be the other twin who will be punished when they get to their new home. As well as losing their clothing privileges until you see fit to allow them to cover themselves. This included their walk through the very crowded streets on their way there.

Fear can be seen in both the twins eyes at this prospect. The defiance in Mera’s eyes vanished without a trace. The thought of her sister being **** to march in the streets without so much as a rag to cover herself up with. Your smirk grows as you see this. With a quick nod to the bumbling brothers the sisters' chains are undone.

Sera immediately brought her hands up to her body, trying her best to cover her most intimate parts. Wedging one hand between her thighs while the other was spread across her chest. Though this left her rear exposed to the brothers who stood behind the twins. With her hunched over position mostly unchanged the brothers continued to gawk at the girls juicy rear end. Mera on the other hand took a moment to massage her wrists before laying them at her sides.

It seems while you are threatening her sister Mera will not resist you, no matter how humiliated she is. And she is wildly embarrassed. Deciding to rub her nose in it a bit you walk beside her and slap your hand right on her rear end, making her jump up in surprise. You keep your hand where it landed, right between her chubby cheeks, and take a hold of the plump flesh. Her body goes rigid at the sensation.

Your middle finger tickles her vagina, threatening to enter her if you push just a bit more. Both Mera and Sera look up at you, shock in their eyes. You smirk at Mera before pushing her forward with the hand you still had on her ass. You made it a point to lift your hand slightly, making your finger push harder against her clint. To avoid being fingered Mera walked forward obediently.

As Mera walked she awkwardly switched to the tips of her toes, trying to avoid your offending finger. You guide Mera to the mannequin showing her new outfit. Her heart beats a mile a minute as she looks at the micro bikini. She couldn’t believe you were expecting her to walk around in that. Being naked would have been less humiliating.

At least for her. Mera knew her sister would take whatever coverage she could get. It would still be humiliating but at least it’d be something. With another firm squeeze you remind Mera of your presence and of your threat. She looks up at you, tears in her eyes and a blush on her cheeks.

As well a small dampness between her legs. You are a bit surprised to say the least. Though the look on your face only shows amusement. Mera’s blush only intensified at this. She felt good.

Really good. Much too good considering how humiliated she was feeling. As her mind raced, trying to figure out why her body was reacting this way, you pulled her closer to you. Of course you guided her to you by the hand still threatening to penetrate her. With her soft body pressing against yours you again take her chin into your hand.

With a mocking tone you lie, telling her you knew she would like her new outfit. Before she can even attempt to respond you give her rear another hard squeeze. This caused her to let out a small squeal of pleasurable pain. The **** trader and his sons couldn't help but laugh at Mera's reaction . "Guess we know which one's the kinky one eh pa?"

Asked the tall skinny son to his father. "That we do my son, that we do." Answered the slaver. Sera stood quiet, surprised by her sister's reaction. Her tightly held position became more relaxed as she looked on at your interaction with her sister.

From the corner of your eye you could see Sera even let her arm fall down a bit, giving you a peek at one of her cute little nipples. With it being as hot as it was there was no reason for Sera's nipples to be as hard as they were. It looks like both the sisters are enjoying this a little more than they let on. You order Mera to hurry up and get dressed as you turn her around and release her booty. Only to give it a loud smack a second later.

Mera stumbles forward, another small squeak escaping her lips. She falls toward the mannequin. She reaches out and hugs it in order to save herself, her rear end sticking out for your viewing pleasure. You and the others, except Sera and Zena, cannot help but laugh at your slaves antics. You comment on how you believe she actually wants you to grab a hold of her big badonkadonk by sticking it out like that.

Mera looks furious but doesn't say anything. Nor does she move. She stands in her humiliating position for a while as you and the others laugh. She knew how her landing looked. While it wasn't on purpose she figured she could let you laugh at her and maybe that would spare her sister.

Yeah, that was the reason. It had nothing to do with how you putting her under your heel turned her on. A fact she denied to herself furiously. She waited until your laughter died down a bit before standing back up. Her hands balled into fists.

“Jack asses! This isn’t funny! Not at all! They act like we’re dolls of younglings! Just here for them to dress up and laugh at!

This so-called warrior is the worst of them all! Touching me in such a disgusting manner! Our lord of the void! I pray you smite this heathen!” You remind Mera that you are waiting.

Mera looks back towards you with that same look of contempt that you love to see. She reaches for her new thong, clearly wanting to cover her intimates first. You tell her to put on the top and bottoms last. Gaining you another contemptible look from Mera and laughter from the slaver and his sons. “Good warrior you do know how to put on a show!”

Mara let’s go off the thong, a loud snap sounding as she let the elastic smack against the wooden doll. Mera slips the gloves off of the mannequin and onto herself. She notes how her dark skin can be somewhat seen through the sheer but tight material. Her heart races faster than before. Next came the stockings.

As she went to kneel down and remove them you instruct her she is not to use her knees. You could hear her mutter something under her breath. Most likely a curse word. So, as she bends completely over, you walk up behind her and give her bubbly booty a well deserved smack. She yelps and stands up straight.

Mera looks at you both angry and confused. You tell her that was for mouthing off. And that doing so again will lose her sister her clothing privileges. Mera’s hateful stare intensifies as she rubs the spot where you struck. She quickly turns back around.

Mera hesitates for a moment before bending over from her waist. She had to spread her legs to about the width of her shoulders to keep her balance. This gave you an even better view of her rear and even let you see the lower part of her vagina. She slipped off the stockings as quick as she could, stumbling a bit as she tried to keep her balance. “Guess there's a full moon out tonight. Eh Bin?”

The shorter more muscular brother asked, a half smirk gracing his formally stoic features. "Looks extra full to me Go." While you want to appreciate the view of Mera's ass you really can't get past the fact that the slaver named his children Bin and Go. Still you decide to put that off for now.

Meanwhile Mera is having such a hard time getting the stocking off the mannequin in her bent over position she ends up shaking her ass as she leans from side to side. You are treated to this sight for a good five minutes before she stands back up with her new stockings in hand. She walks over and tosses her leg up onto the chair you are standing by. Pushing her body forward over her leg she gently slips the stocking over her leg before doing the same with her other leg. Her modest chest bounces freely as she does this.

You must admit to yourself, it is a rather hypnotic sight. Once her new stockings are on she stands back up and walks back over to the mannequin. She again attempts to take the thong off of the doll,bending over from her waist, but again you stop her. You remind her she still has her nice new collar to put on first. She clenches her teeth as she stands back up and removes the choker from the doll.

It not only matches the rest of the outfit but it has a metal loop on the front clearly meant for a nice leash so you can lead her around like the dog she is. She holds it in her hand for a moment, staring at it. The fire in her eyes gives way to sadness as she is **** to put the very symbol of slavery onto herself. The choker fits snuggly around her slender neck. You let her know how pretty it looks on her.

Tears well up in her eyes as she sharply turns away from you. She fidgets a bit before bending over for the third time. Once again you are treated to a perfect view of her rear and clint. And you see that same dampness there. She is fighting it with all her will but there is no doubt that she is loving this.

Though she refuses to admit it, even to herself. She pulls the thong off the mannequin surprisingly slow. You suppose she’s expecting you to stop her again. Once past the dolls hips, Mera is able to slide it off with ease. Once she stands up with the micro fabric in hand she realises her next issue.

Mera has no idea how to get it on without bending her knees. She turns towards you, defiance returning to her gaze. “Can I at least bend my knees for this?” You close the distance between you and loop a finger into the metal circle on her choker. You let her know she is to refer to you as Master from now on and to speak more politely.

You make her repeat herself, this time the right way, and let go of her choker. “May I bend my knees for this please…..Master.” It sounds as if each word is more painful than the last for her to say. Question is was it good enough for you to let her bend her knees? Perhaps her defiance warrants you to make her stay as is.

Of course there is always the option of making her sister wear what remains of Mera’s outfit. Maybe you do let her bend her knees but she gets a nice hard smack on her ass as she does so. Choice is yours.