The Bonds of Love

Fiona leads you through the curtained door and down the wide stairs beyond. The art had changed along the dark brick walls down the stairway. Now depicting more explicit scenes of men and women bound and gagged and wearing various styles of latex suits and masks. Their bodies contorted in pleasure and pain. The light along the stairway was red giving you the sense you were descending into hell and the artwork were the bodies of the damned.

At the bottom however you see not the fiery pits of damnation but a well lit dirty construction zone. Palates of brick sat near the middle, other construction supplies placed her and there around the mostly empty expanse. Half a dozen men were hard at work as they readied to begin the walls you had heard about.

"Take a break boys." Fiona announces. The workmen, never opposed to an extra coffee break, stop what they are doing in short order and begin to make their way to the stairs. They had picked up on the fact the boss wanted them gone for a little while. Being the blue collar men that they were they can't help but chuckle and shake their head at the way Fiona's pretty young man held onto her. Given where they were it surely wasn't unexpected, just weird to their common sensibilities.

You hear one mutter to another on the way up. "Dude should fuckin grow a set." Fiona paid them no mind though you blush at their judgmental looks and derisive laughs. Your sister's arm around you quickly made it all better though.

As they disappear up the stairs your sister continues to lead you through the basement. The dungeon she called it. Chloe had told you your sister was a dominatrix. Fiona had mentioned other mistresses. You had a good idea what was going to happen down here. Just how things are laid out you can kind of get a sense of what this place will look like when it is finished. A few hallways with various spacious chambers leading off from them. Each room surely a site of sado-masochistic adventures. The things those brick walls will see and hear. It made you shudder.

Fiona says with obvious pride. "Doesn't look like much now but this will be the heart of this place once it's up and running. The Dungeon. People will make special trips, special plans, just for the privilege. We've already got a waiting list a mile long. It's going to be glorious."

You go around and step over the supplies and equipment of the builders and over toward a corner that was separated off from the rest by billowy walls of thick blue plastic sheeting. Stepping through an area cut to be like a curtain you see gathered in this area much of the bdsm equipment that will eventually be in the rooms of the dungeon. Racks, benches, stockades, ropes, bonds, whips, canes, etc, etc, etc. Many of the tools of the trade in clear plastic themselves. All of it gathered here to keep it clean and separate from the construction zone. Fiona heads toward a particular box and begins digging through it.

"What color butt plug do you want? I've got black, blue, purple, and pink. Purple one's even got a tail." She asks you. Before you could wonder she answers your unspoken question. "Mom is no joke Jesse, she is thick as fuck and hurts like hell if you're not ready for her. You need to loosen up for her before you guys do it. God she is going to love you Jesse. Oh, there are dildo's in that box." She nods her head off to her left. "Pick one out, a smaller one to build you up to the plug. Get one of the small vibrating silicone ones with a curve, you'll like those." She gives you a wink. "Trust me." Looking over the butt plug options again she asks. "So what color?"

"Um...pink. I think Mom would like that." You answer.

Fiona gives you a smile. "Good thinking." She pulls it out, still new in the box. She finds a bag to put it in, to conceal it. "We don't need those troglodytes seeing your gifts. Not that it matters what they say."

You find a cute little vibrator as Fiona described, pink as well and again new in the packaging. You put it in the bag with the plug.

"Want anything else?" She asks. "I've got a bit of everything here. Gag? Cock ring? ... Collar?" She says that last one with a peculiar tone to her voice.

You shake your head. "No thank you. I'm good."

You begin to really look around at all the equipment, imagining helpless men and women bound and tortured for sexual pleasure. You imagine your sister standing over these people as they begged...begged her to stop and begged her to continue. Your sister with a whip in her hand, looking down on them, it was terrifying and exhilarating to think about.

Fiona is standing watching you, a serious thoughtful look in her eye. "Jesse." She says somberly.

"Yes?"

"Listen, I'm not complaining but... Why are you doing what I am telling you? I thought you'd put up more of a fight. I thought you'd resist me. Why are you just going along with everything? Last night I understand, there was pussy on the line. But today? Why are you...giving yourself to me so easily?" She takes a step toward you, reaching up she runs her fingers through your long hair.

Tilting your head down you step toward her. As you rest your head on her chest she embraces you just the way you hoped she would. You wrap your arms around her hips and hold her tight. "Because I want to Fiona. Because I like how I feel when I'm with you. Because I like how nice you're being to me and I want to be nice to you. You make me feel special today."

"You are special baby." She pats you lovingly. "You are doing real good Jesse. Honestly...honestly this has been better than I imagined. A lot better. I'm really enjoying our time together."

You kiss her chest tenderly. "Me too, I'm glad you're liking it. I'm glad I can make you happy. You always looked out for me Fiona. I always knew you were watching out for me. All those years. I can't tell you what that meant to me and...I never got to repay you."

Even now, with this butt plug, she was looking out for you. She might have been a bitch to you all these years, but when you really truly needed her she was always there for you. You never would have opened up like this to her even a day ago, but things were different now.

Fiona had gotten quiet, she wasn't quite comfortable with this sudden intimate honesty. "Hey, that's my job. I'm your big sister. I'm supposed to look out for you guys, ya know." She finally says with a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You ask in a hushed voice, a question you couldn't hold back any longer. "Why were you so mean to me? Before. Even after we grew up, all the teasing. Why were you so mean?"

Fiona lets out a **** little laugh, you could feel her body tighten and straighten up. "Cause you were such a sad silly little bitch boy that needed breaking." She informs you, that familiar old cruel tone creeping back into her voice. She was defensively retracting from this open honest moment the two of you were having. "You're going to be my first person person I bring into this dungeon by the way. Lucky boy. I'll train you up real nice. I'll bring you to my heel. Quite an honor for a sad little bitch bo..."

"Fiona. Please don't." You say in a light gentle voice as you continue to hold her tight, not looking up you keep your head bowed and against her chest. After what was happening between you it was time for the truth to come out. A truth you'd bottled up for a long time. "Fiona. It hurts me when you say those things. When you call me little. I don't like it. It makes me feel...bad. When you make fun of my...I know I can't last long like you guys and I'm smaller but...when you say those things... It makes me feel small on the inside too."

There is a long long quiet pause, Fiona had stopped moving. You'd thrown her out of her old familiar comfort zone. You were forcing her to deal with this head on. Her bluster no match for your honesty. She finally whispers, her emotions hard to read. "What...did you say? What'd you say baby?"

"When you called me names...I...I didn't like it. I don't like it. I like when you call me your man. I like when you call me your good boy. I like when you say I'm pretty and nice. But...I don't like being called little or a bitch. I know I'm small and I know I'm...not very...manly. And I'm sorry for that. But... It really hurts Fiona. I'm sorry but...I just needed to tell you." You'd been wanting to tell her this for as long as you could remember. You loved her, you lusted for her, but those facts just made her cruel words hurt all the more.

"Jesse...oh Jesse." She says in a hushed tone, she seemed at a loss though her fingers began to run through your hair once more. Her other arm still holding you firmly to her.

You open your eyes and see the wicked looking implements of **** around you, you suddenly remembered something she had said upstairs to Missy. Sub's body, sub's rules. You were Fiona's sub, it was time to lay down some rules. This seemed the perfect moment. You slowly slide down her body, coming to kneel by her feet. Holding her leg through her dress you kiss the side of her knee then look up. Your face innocent and earnest, the face of a loyal **** to his master. As she looks down you see that intense yet far away look in her eyes, like when she put on your tie for you this morning. She reaches down and strokes your head.

Continuing to look up you say. "Fiona...you don't have to train me. Just ask me, I'll do my best for you. My very best. I want to make you happy but I don't want you to hurt me. I don't want to be just another of your conquests. I'll let you if you want me to but...I don't want to be hurt. At least...not till I'm ready. Will you wait till I'm ready? Please." Your voice was soft and high, a touch of pleading in your words. You wanted her to know in every way you could that she was still the boss here even though you were the one asking for things. You hug her leg even tighter, burying your face in her dress. "I'll be yours...if you let me. I'll do my best for you."

Fiona takes a long shuddering breath and reaches down and pulls you to your feet. She clamps onto you with all her strength in a big embrace. You could feel through her dress that she'd gotten a little hard, seeing you kneeling at her feet perhaps? You hug her back round her lithe waist, your head settling into her shoulder.

Fiona takes another long deep breath. "Jesus Christ...I am such an fucking idiot. I misread you so bad." She bemoans. Grabbing your head in her hands she kisses you with all the fire and passion you've come to associate with her. As you part she looks you in the eye. "No one's going to hurt you baby. I won't hurt you no more. Fuck, I'm so sorry baby." She pulls you tight against her once more. "Fuck...FUCK! Why do I always mess everything up with you guys?" You wonder what she'd done to mess things up with the others.

You let out a little hum as you kiss her neck. "Mmm. Nothing's messed up Fiona. In fact, it's never been better. I just wanted to tell you that." You look up to her beautiful elegant face. "If I'm going to be your man I owed you that."

After a moment she smiles at you, that new warm smile you liked so much on her. She marvels at you, seemingly as swept up by emotions as you were right now. "This isn't...what I expected this to be like. Not at all."

You whisper in a small soft voice. "Tell me you love me?"

She kisses you passionately once more. "I fucking love you Jesse! I fucking love you baby!" She plants you with another strong deep kiss, actually dipping you down this time as she holds you up in her arms. With your arms around her you give yourself over to the power and passion of the kiss.