Bondage For Little Sister

BONDAGE  FOR  LITTLE SISTER     By Long Tall Mary   Part 1

 

An older sister decides that bondage discipline is necessary for her younger sister. She turns to someone who claims to be a competent dom but the results aren’t quite what the older sister expects. This story was related to me by Bobbi upon my first meeting with her. She later became a submissive client of mine. I asked her to prepare a written version of her experiences so it is in the first person and does not reflect my customary writing style.

 

CODES: M/F, F/F, NC, light

 

My name is Bobbi, i’m 19 years old and live in a rural community south of Syracuse. I attend Onondaga Community College and live in the same house that I have for 19 years along with my 22 year old sister, Sandy, but my living arrangement is rather unconventional.

 

Since my mother passed away 2 years ago Sandy has been in charge of the household as decreed by the will, I think the legal term is estate executor. A trust fund was set up for me to be administered by Sandy until I turn 21 at which time I inherit a fairly large sum of money. Until then Sandy has considerable  power over me by controlling my living allowance. My father passed away about three years before my mother.

 

I’m basically a shy but good looking chick at 5'5",115 pounds, brunette, 34-B-23-33. Shy that is until after I’ve downed a few shots of vodka after which I loose my inhibitions. Guys consider me an easy fuck when I’m inebriated and I don’t let them down. I prefer one night stands and haven’t had a steady relationship with any one guy. Since I’m only 19 I use fake proof to get served at bars and also imbibe frequently at home.

 

Sandy lacks my physical attractiveness. She is 20 pounds heavier than myself and I consider her to an overgrown tomboy with some definite masculine features. I’m not certain whether she is a lesbian or bisexual but her relationships with guys have been few and far between. Sandy works as a convenience store clerk and her ambition is to become a state corrections officer.

 

Since my mother’s death Sandy and I have feuded constantly. She is very critical of my life style mainly my excessive drinking and what she considers to be my promiscuity. In truth she is simply jealous because I’m better looking and have an easy time attracting guys. Unfortunately she has control over my finances and never hesitates to threaten to cut my allowance. Living with her is really a bitch for example she won’t allow any guys to stay overnight with me.

 

One night we had an argument and I trashed her verbally. It was then that I got my first dose of her bondage tastes. Using a pair of handcuffs which I didn’t realize she had I was cuffed to a chair in my bedroom and my ankles were duct taped to the chair legs and my elbows to the chair back. No way could I get loose and to add insult to injury it was during the time American Idol was on TV. Needless to say she didn’t allow me to watch and I was fastened to the chair for nearly three hours. She left me fully clothed and didn’t do anything sexual to me.

 

Looking back now I realize I should have fought violently when she tried to restrain me but I’m basically a submissive and Sandy is quite strong physically. At that time my bondage consciousness wasn’t well developed although I had an occasional fantasy of some guy tying me up then fucking me. Nobody in my circle of friends ever talked about bondage and I kept my fantasy to myself.  

 

Then one afternoon it happened. Arriving home I saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway and upon entering found Dan and Sandy in the kitchen. Dan is a guy in his 40's who goes to the same Friday night karaoke show that my sister and I do. He s a quiet guy and keeps to himself, we’ve exchanged small talk a couple times but he never made a pass at me. I was surprised to see him as I never thought he and Sandy were close.

 

Just to give you one more example of what a bitch Sandy is she has informed the bartender at the karaoke joint that I’m under 21 so I can’t use my fake proof. However I carry a bottle of vodka in my purse and periodically sneak into the ladies room and have a few sips. Sandy is no teetotaler and I’ve seen her plastered more than once.

 

Fortunately I had a couple of shots of vodka before arriving home as it helped to cushion the shock. Sandy immediately announced that Dan was a specialist in “behavioral modification by bondage” and that I was a” wayward” slut in need of such training. For the next several hours I would be stripped, restrained and subjected to various forms of corporal punishment.

 

I was stunned and before I could react Dan brandished a pair of  black steel handcuffs and used them to cuff my hands behind my back. Being the submissive I am I did not resist and I was led to my bedroom by Dan and Sandy. At this time I was attired in jean shorts, a green tank top and wearing a white hooded sweat jacket.

 

Standing before Dan and Sandy like this was certainly humiliating but not nearly so as much as what was to come. I expected Dan would do the training and I found him rather sexually attractive in spite of his age. Sandy quickly dispelled that hope as she announced she would be present for the whole session giving the orders with Dan basically serving as an enforcer. She evidently was afraid she couldn’t control me by herself.

 

After delivering her monologue Sandy directed Dan to remove the cuffs after which she made me strip naked and then I was recuffed. After that my ankles were fastened with duct tape to opposite ends of the foot of the bed. As if that wern’t enough a leather collar was fastened around my neck and some kind of connector was used to connect my handcuffed wrists behind me to the ring on the back of the collar. This forced me to stand like a statute with my boobs thrust out and very little range of movement.

 

 It is one thing to stand naked in front of a guy in handcuffs but in front of your sister is quite another. Surprisingly Sandy allowed Dan to fondle me and he quite generously squeezed my boobs and finger fucked  me. As Sandy could see I was getting quickly aroused and she ordered Dan to stop after less than five minutes.

 

Next I was to be punished for one of my misdeeds which I had just committed the day before. Sandy won’t allow me to have my own computer and I can go online only when she is present. She caught me online when I wasn’t supposed to be and it so happened I was about  to do a Google search.

 

For my punishment Sandy inserted a baby pacifier into my mouth and instructed me to babble “google, google” until she told me to stop which she hinted might be quite awhile. She was holding a mean looking flogger in her hand and I was told if my babbling didn’t satisfy her that my boobs would be whipped in a very painful manner.

 

So I went along with her act, all the time she was smiling and giggling. Dan didn’t seem to think it was too funny and looked rather embarrassed. He was wearing very tight jeans and it was obvious he had a hard erection and wanted to fuck me. This must have been obvious to Sandy as well and I’m certain the reason she had me restrained like she did was to make it impossible for Dan to fuck me.

 

In the five minutes or so of being forced to google I only received two mild lashes with the flogger to my boobs. Finally she removed the pacifier from my mouth and looked at me in her very characteristic mean looking way and barked “You little slut you think are going to get laid by Dan but I have a surprise for you”. Not only was I not going to get laid Sandy planned on doing it with Dan herself while I watched.

 

That was just too much to stomach  not just for me but for Dan who looked surprised and annoyed  by Sandy’s announcement. Evidently it wasn’t agreed upon in the  plan. I was beginning to feel sorry for Dan, not so much that he wouldn’t have the pleasure of having sex with me but that he could be conned into having sex with someone as unappealing as Sandy.

 

I was also angry in that the thought of being put into bondage by a guy alone had suddenly became very appealing and now it looked like it wasn’t going to happen. Up until now I had little bondage consciousness other than maybe being tied up and fucked like I mentioned earlier. But I never realized that bondage involved things like collars, whips, humiliation and being taught obedience.

 

Wow did I underestimate Dan! He reached into a black bag he had brought with him and pulled out a pair of handcuffs just like the ones I was wearing only silver. He swiftly cuffed Sandy’s hands behind her even as she put up a good struggle. Then he dragged her down the hall and returned by himself about five minutes later with a big smile on his file. “You’re mine now baby” was all he said. He removed the cord connecting my handcuffs to my collar and cut away the duct tape that bound my ankles to the bed. My hands stayed cuffed behind me and the collar stayed on too.

 

Dan then explained th rules to me. I was basically his slave, I could not speak without permission, and had to address him as “Sir”. He then led me down the hall to the bathroom and showed Sandy off like a trophy. She was kneeling and facing the toilet, her hands were cuffed in front of her around the floor pipe behind the toilet and her ankles were duct taped. Two other pieces of black duct tape covered her mouth and while she probably could have made some sounds her pride prevented her from doing so. Her shorts and panties were pulled down to her ankle and her pullover blouse was pulled up above her boobs, her bra was beside the toilet.

Sandy was positioned in such a way that anyone sitting on the toilet seat would find her face in their crotch. I kind of suspected this is what Dan had in mind and I thought it was only fitting. Sandy had made no secret in the past about her distaste for oral sex and that distaste was shared by me. We used to joke about how it must be hereditary. While I didn’t want to see Sandy hurt she deserved the humiliating treatment she was now receiving.

 

Dan then led me back to the bedroom where he rather nonchalantly announced that he was going to fuck me. He removed the cuffs from behind my back, made me lie on my back on the bed and cuffed my hands to the head rail. I desperately wanted to be put into real bondage and treated like a slave not just handcuffed to the bed and fucked but I decided it best to not speak without permission.

 

My “dom” stripped himself naked  before propping my ass  up with two pillows, ordering me to spread my legs wide and then mounting me. He stayed inside me for about five minutes before he climaxed, during that period I climaxed twice. I’ve been fucked by at least ten guys and eight of them had bigger cocks than Dan. On a  scale of one to ten(ten highest) Dan was a two The only thing that made this fucking anywhere near enjoyable was being handcuffed  and the belief that I would be subjected to additional bondage.

 

After Dan finished he got up, dressed and without a word walked  towards the bathroom leaving me lying for nearly twenty minutes and pondering my fate. I desperately wanted some hard bondage and really thought Dan would honor my wish. That hope was shattered when he returned to my bedroom, removed my handcuffs and told me to get dressed, that the session was over. He then left the house without saying another word.

 

After dressing I headed to the bathroom to check on Sandy’s welfare. Her restraints had been removed and she had just finished dressing. Needless to say she looked very angry and we didn’t talk to each for nearly a week. I later learned that she did not get her wish to be cunt fucked but instead Dan inserted some kind of ring in her mouth to hold it open and then mouth fucked her, forcing her to swallow a wad.

 

Trying to make sense of the whole encounter was both difficult and painful. Dan lacks what it takes to satisfy a woman with his cock but I can’t understand why he didn’t satisfy my bondage needs. Any guy with a limp cock can dominate someone and use a vibrator to bring climax.I guess he is just a cruel type of guy who enjoys hurting women emotionally. It was certainly cruel the way he treated Sandy although she got what she deserved for forcing the scheme upon me in the first place. I haven’t seen or talked to Dan since and that’s fine with me.

 

In the coming days I gave a lot of thought to bondage and concluded that I was a latent submissive who needed a competent and trustworthy dom to satisfy my needs. My friend let me use her computer to do some on line research on bondage but since I didn’t have my own computer I was unable to participate in any chat rooms or use Instant Messaging, I’ve heard that especially on AOL it is easy to meet doms. None the less I learned a great deal about bondage techniques and some of the pictures in women in bondage were very arousing and gave me some great ideas.

 

Finally in desperation I turned to one of my Female instructors at OCC who was reputed to be “kinky” and confided my preferences to her. She suggested I might be more comfortable discussing the matter with a professional dominatrix. I explained that I wasn’t into lesbian sex but she assured me that the dominatrix she had in mind did consulting work as well as actual bondage sessions and would help me find a dom if that is what I wanted.

 

The dominatrix was an older lady named Mary and she owned a bar in downtown Syracuse. It took a couple of swigs of vodka to get up enough nerve to go there about 3:00PM on a Wednesday. I recognized Mary right away, she was blond, at least 6 foot tall without heels, full framed and frankly very mean looking. She immediately assumed I had come to drink and demanded to see my ID.

 

I showed her my phoney driver’s license which she took and ran through an electronic verifier machine. “This is fake ID, I could call the police and have you arrested” she stated in a none too gentle tone. I pleaded with her not to and explained the reason why I wished to speak with her. Fortunately there were no other customers in the bar making it easier to discuss the matter.

 

After listening to me for about ten minutes she agreed to do a “Consulting Session” with me at her home in Camillus. She said she ordinarily charged for a consulting session but because of my economic circumstances she would waive the fee .Her instructions were very specific: I was to arrive precisely at 7:30PM and would wear heels and a black vinyl mini along with a white tank top . Upon entering her garage I would kneel on the ground and kiss each of her feet, she was to be addressed as “Mistress”. I was also told not to consume any alcohol  prior to arrival.

 

With slightly over twenty four hours before the meeting I headed for the Carousel Center’s clothing stores to satisfy Mistress Mary’s  fashion  tastes, fortunately the fact she was waiving the session fee gave me just enough money to do so.