Oldest Sister

The heels clacking tell you all you need to know that the someone isn’t good. You are turned around and see one of your older sisters, and they had promised to break you. She is a real woman, with a dom streak a mile wide. She looks around at each of the maids and then at you. She lingers for a second, and you know in your heart that she recognizes her feminine baby-brother under all the slutty makeup and bondage gear before asking the lead maid questions.

“What is going here? Why did I hear laughter and grunting? Why are you all here when you have duties to be done?” The lead tormentor speaks up quickly, not wanting to be punished.. “This maid,” he points to you, “is the newest one of our number ma’am. They were resistant to their new situation so we had to haze him and get him ready for his new life.” “I see. Well, I want him! He is going to be my personal maid! Give me the leash! And get to your duties!”

The maids do as commanded and slink off, each one blowing you a kiss. Your sister waits till they are out of the room and begins circling you as a lioness would a meerkat. Like a piece of meat. “Didn’t even last a day did you little brother? Those maids had you dead to rights. So here’s what I’m thinking. You become my personal sissy bitch, and you can still sleep in your room and go out, but when I want you, you come. Is that clear?!” You nod your head vigorously. “Good, let’s go. “Oh, and if you dare step out of line, I’ll make sure mother knows, so best act proper.” She yanks the leash and drags you forward to her room.