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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Part 4
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O-2000 - Part 4 (Fdom/f, ws, bd)
By "SafeWord"
Dedicated to: Deitre, Who could say more in fewer words
than I'll ever manage.
to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
to: "O"
Chapter 4: Ritual & Revenge: Hopelessly Devoted.
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I awoke with my nose snuggled against the back of my
sleeping sister. I heard Dad call up to us that he and Mom
were going off to work and that we had better "get your
little butts moving." I giggled at Dad silently. Tracy was
a sound sleeper, and I always had to wake her up but she
looked so lovely with her hair half across her face, that
I wanted to let her sleep some more. I slipped into our
bathroom to have quick pee and to wash up.
When I came out, she was still asleep and I had a big
decision to make. I stood there looking at her for a while
then moved to her dresser, quietly opening and closing
drawers until I found what I was looking for. I had never
gone into Tracy's stuff before without asking her but I
figured she wouldn't mind. I found it in a lower drawer
covered with clothes and pulled it out slowly so as not to
make any noise. I crossed over to the bottom of our bed. I
took off my pjs and placed them on the floor.
Naked, I moved to Tracy's side of the bed and knelt close to
where she was sleeping.
I went down on my knees on the floor and placed the dog
leash in a drape across my legs. I lifted my arms out in
front of my body with my hands together and palms upturned.
The dog collar was lying in my open palms extended toward my
sleeping sister's face. My head bowed.
Like a naked priestess making an offering to her Idol. I
offered my body to my sister.
"Tracy, Please wake up," my trembling voice called to her.
Tracy stirred and the bed covers moved. She didn't move for
a bit then the covers were pulled back. Then toes appeared
under my eyes as she sat up on the side of the bed.
Silence so long, my arms hurt in their extension but I
waited for her, as I would forever.
Her voice down to me "I guess you made your decision?"
My voice was weak "Yes, Tracy."
She said to me "tell me, what you want child?"
I answered, "I want to be your slave... please... Tracy."
My sister sighed "Ok Love, you're mine." And the collar was
lifted off my hands. "Lean forward and put your arms down."
I leaned forward and my mistress put my collar around my
neck. It was so comforting. I was now my sister's to do with
as she wished. Her decisions, not mine were to guide my
life.
I was so happy.
Tracy said down to me, "Will this calls for a celebration,
run and get me a glass of orange juice, little slave."
I placed my leash on the floor and hurried to the kitchen. I
poured her a small glass full of juice and hurried back to
our bedroom.
Tracy was standing at the floor of our bed holding my leash.
I offered her the juice and she accepted it. She snapped the
leash unto my collar.
"Get down on your hands and knees, no talking, little dog,"
she commanded.
I got down on the floor at her feet. Her hand touched my
head.
"I wish we had more time" she said, "Darn school, come on
lets go, Heel." And my owner, dog like walked me by my leash
into the bathroom. The tile floor was cool on my hands. She
stopped me in directly front of the toilette.
She said in a stern voiced, "I don't like people to look at
me when I'm having my pleasure, even you, so mostly you will
be blindfolded, but this time is special so I guess it's
ok."
My sister's pajama bottoms slid to her feet and she kicked
them away.
My sister's pussy was close to my face. So close I could
smell her. She pulled my head up by my hair and wiggled her
hips. Her pussy hairs tickled back and forth across my nose.
"Smell me puppy, smell my pussy," she whispered.
She pushed me back down on all fours and brushed by me.
She put the lid of the toilet seat down, closed.
"We don't need this today" she said.
I watched her as she settled her bum on the forward edge on
the toilet seat top and leaned back against the tank. She
pulled on my leash until I was between her legs in front of
her. She lifted her legs and placed her bare feet on my
back.
"I have to go real bad but that'll have to wait. I want to
time this just right. Keep your hands on the floor. Move
your face closer." And she pulled on my leash until my face
was a finger's distance from her pussy.
"Watch me you have to learn what I like," she said as she
moved her right hand down into her pussy and started stoking
her fingertips up and down her folds. "Up and down my slit
first, you see, it gets me hot."
I watched her fingers quickly moving in her cunt and could
smell her sweet musk. She quickly became aroused and pussy
lips swelled and started to glisten with juices. I wanted to
bury my tongue into her, taste her, but had no permission to
do so. I stared between her naked legs and could see her
rose.
I wanted to lick.
"Now here, right here you must make circles," she said and
shifted her fingers to her bud and swirled them around and
around on her clit.
"Now faster, watch!" Her hand went into a blur of speed. Her
cool feet pressed harder on my back.
"Ok, open your mouth wide, look up at me." She pulled my
opening mouth closer till it was almost on her cunt, her
moving fingers brushed my nose.
I looked up at my mistress, she looked down at me, her eyes
were glassy with heat pleasure, she held the glass of juice
in her left hand to her lips and sipped.
"A toast to you my sister slave, drink," she gasped. I felt
her hot piss hit hard against the back of my throat and run
out between my lips.
My sister watched my face as she emptied her full bladder
into me, my throat swallowing again and again, drinking her
fluid as she filled my mouth. Her fingers pulled on her clit
and she directed her stream up unto my nose and into my
eyes. I had to close them from the salty stinging pee. She
peed on my forehead and streams ran down across my features.
Golden wetness of her dripped off my chin unto my hands on
the floor. Her heels pounded hard on my back.
My sister hissed in pleasure and climaxed, while she used
me, her slave, as her personal toilet bowl.
She pulled my face hard toward her. Moving her hips around,
grinding my nose deep into her cunt.
Then rested, holding my face buried in her crotch. Her legs
pressed and squeezed my head with little spasms as she came
back down.
Tracy pushed my forehead back and away from her body with
her hand. "Hurry, Wipe up the floor and take a shower then
get dressed, we gotta get to school."
We were soon out of the house in Tracy's car. As she drove
us to school Tracy told me that my safe word was going to be
"Mommy." She explained that if I said that word out loud to
her. She or anyone would stop whipping me or beating me and
untie me, right away and help me. She told me how to signal
if I was gagged and couldn't talk.
I thought about being whipped and beat. I thought about
being gagged. Then, on the car seat, in front of my sister,
I came. She watched me and laughed.
School that day was a waste. I walked from class to class in
a daze. All I could think about was Tracy and the happening
of the day before and this morning. I could feel my wetness
all day.
Tracy had told me to get home from school on my own and gave
me bus money. The bus stop was just one block from our house
and as I walked down the street. I saw Tracy and Cindy
sitting in Cindy's car in our driveway and they looked like
they were arguing. They seemed to stop as I approached the
car and Tracy got out. She looked ticked. Cindy saw me and
motioned me to come over to her window but Tracy moved up to
me and took hold of my arm. She held my arm but walked me
over to Cindy.
Cindy said, "It's still on for tomorrow so I'll pick you up
at five sharp ok?"
I looked at my sister and with a pissed off look she nodded
approval, but she didn't look too happy about it.
Puzzled I nodded yes.
Cindy said to me, "What did I tell you, none of that silent
shit, say yes Cindy."
Tracy almost shouted, "Stop that, she's not yours!"
Cindy looked at her and smiled sweetly, "Well, she sure as
Hell, is gonna be Mine tomorrow night, Sugar."
Then slammed her car in gear and spun her tires as she
backed out the driveway. Her car lurched forward and down
the street and Tracy was cursing up a storm as she almost
dragged me into our house.
I kept quiet as she raved on about what a frigging bitch
Cindy was and how she'd kill her if she could and on an
on... I was stunned.
Tracy could get mad, but was always in control, but not this
time she was smoking mad and I didn't know why.
Then it got really bad cause she started to cry and I got
upset too and dropped to my knees in front of her and held
her legs.
After a while she stopped and leaned over and pulled me up
and I asked her what was wrong. She held me then walked me
over to the couch and sat down with me.
She looked at my concerned expression and said, "Honey, I've
done something really stupid and you might suffer for it...
Yesterday I borrowed Cindy's video camera and filmed us when
we played around, it was still on when Cindy joined us. I
just wanted to have a film of us cause I never thought we
would do anything like that again. I wanted to be able to
relive us together forever."
"But Cindy took the tape home with her when she went. She
has it and says, if, you are not at her party tomorrow
night. She will make a dozen copies of that tape and there
won't be a person in our school that doesn't see it. She
dropped out and is not in school like us. Next week I'm
graduating and I couldn't go to the ceremony if I thought
someone had seen us like that. You'd be ruined at school
also, you know what they're all like!"
I said "Don't worry Tracy I'll just go, I said I would."
She looked at me, "Honey, you don't know Cindy! She , was,
really being easy on you yesterday , at least her standard
of easy, she wants you, Dear and she means to Fuck you and
probably she'll let a lot of other people Fuck you too, and
God knows what else she has planned for you."
I thought about calling the police but I didn't see how that
would help, the newspapers always found out everything, this
wasn't ,that, big of a city, everyone would know, Mom and
Dad would just die and it might cause them to lose their
jobs too.
"Tracy, don't worry. I'll go, can you come to?" I asked.
"No, I can't. Cindy said I'm not to come near her house or
phone you and you belong to her until five PM on Saturday,
then I can pick you up. She promised to give us the tape
back also, and there will be no copies."
"Do you believe her?" I asked.
Tracy paused "Yes, I do, she will, I think, she just has
this thing about you and won't let it go until she has you
for awhile." then "I'm sorry Angel, I wanted to go real slow
and bring you along easy, I planned us to have a wedding
kinda and to make love to you on your first time, not just
fuck you."
"I hugged her," and said "I'm yours Tracy, take me now,
before she does."
She said, "I can't honey, Cindy knows you're a virgin, she
says she wants to feel your cherry intact tomorrow, or the
deals off."
We had to stop talking about it then cause Mom and Dad came
home.
We were pretty quiet at dinner but Mom and Dad didn't
notice. They had a bowling banquet the next night to go to
and Dad's team had won the championship and Mom was getting
a trophy also for something or other. So we sat and listened
to bowling stories and jokes all through supper. We helped
Mom clean up and wanted to go to our rooms and be alone. But
Mom and Dad hadn't seen us too much lately and made us stay
and talk then watch TV as a group, so it was pretty late by
the time we got to bed.
Then we didn't have all that much to say to each. Tracy held
me and cried a little. Telling me she was so sorry. I told
her the truth that it didn't matter. But I was scarred
inside a bit. Tracy, I trusted like anything.
Cindy scarred me.
I thought about the plastic doll and being one. Funny thing
was, I was excited by the thought. Finally I fell asleep
with my back spooned into Tracy's tummy, she was kissing my
hair as I drifted off.
Next morning Mom got us up and told me to make sure I wore
my long PJ's at Cindy's party and to have a good time. She
knew I was going but sure didn't know about the rest.
She said that her family was growing up as we were all going
off in different directions for a whole night . She didn't
know how fast growing up was happening!
Tracy told me "Honey, I have to put your hair up in the two
braids like before and when you get home change into that
little shirt and blouse again. She saw it wearing it on the
fucking tape and says that's how she wants you."
The day went and came we seemed to be in Tracy's car going
to school one minute and pulling in our driveway back home
the next.
I went in and Tracy just watched me change she said she
could help, it, won't feel right.
I put on white panties and the little red skirt you could
see the panties even when I stood up. I was gonna put on
panty hose but it didn't seem right so I slipped on a pair
of white socks and my comfortable walking shoes. I put on a
bra and then the blouse and buttoned it to the top. Tracy
handed me my overnight bag with my pjs and stuff in it and
we walked to the door and sat on the front steps holding
hands and waiting.
Right on five Cindy pulled in the driveway and parked. We
walked down to the car and Cindy pushed open the passenger
door for me to get in. Tracy and I hugged and I climbed in
the front seat beside Cindy. Tracy closed the door.
Cindy sat and looked at me for a second and let out a low
whistle, like a boy would. Saying "Honey you look good
enough to eat, come to mama."
I thought she was being funny but she said "You heard me,
come over here."
I slid over closer beside her. Cindy said "Lift your ass
off the seat and keep it raised."
I pushed on the floor and raised my hips off the seat. Cindy
looked right at Tracy then reached under my skirt and took
hold of the waist of my panties. Using one hand she pulled
my panties down real slow first pulling on one side of me
then the other see sawing my panties down off my body to
the car floor. Looking straight at Tracy all the while.
Cindy ordered me, "Sit down and kick em off."
I sat down and lifted my panties off my shoes and held them.
Cindy took them from me and put them to her nose and
sniffed. "Ahh!, smells like virgin pussy."
"Put your feet up on the seat," she ordered.
I did, my knees were in the air. I could feel the car seat
cool on my ass .
Cindy, made a production out of sticking her finger in her
mouth and wetting it, then she reached over between my legs
and looked at Tracy as she stuck her finger into me.
Her finger was warm. It slid in easy, I was wet again.
Cindy pushed until she came up against my hymen. "Ahh!,
feels like virgin pussy."
She slipped her fingers back out of me. My pussy felt
lonely.
Cindy started up the car, and said to Tracy "Ok , come get
er at five."
Tracy said "Cindy, Please, her safe word is "Mommy."
Cindy looked at her and said "Yeah, well I'll think about
it, shouldn't be necessary, she's wet already, you know."
She pulled the car out of the driveway and down the street.
Good thing too, Tracy looked like she was gonna commit
homicide.
As we drove away, Cindy stuck her finger in her mouth and
said "Ah, tastes like virgin pussy."
I couldn't help it, I broke out giggling.
Cindy glared at me. So I kept quiet.
Continued in part 5...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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