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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BONDAGE FOR LITTLE SISTER    Part 2      By LONG TALL MARY

 

I spent nearly $150.00 buying clothes that I thought would please Mistress Mary and didn’t get much sleep that night because I was so excited. Fortunately Sandi was working until midnight so she wasn’t able to harass me about my attire which was much more slut like than usual. It was nearly 7:40PM when I pulled into the driveway of her stately residence in Camillus as I had a hard time finding the street.

 

When I rang the doorbell it opened about thirty seconds later and there stood Mistress Mary dressed in a two-piece  black leather outfit and with a very angry look about her. I then stammered “good evening Mistress” before dropping to my knees and licking each foot. Had I drank a couple shots of vodka earlier I would have been a lot less nervous.

 

“On your feet, you were told to arrive precisely at 7:30" stated Mary. As I tried to explain I was ordered not to speak another word and my wrists were cuffed behind me with the same type of cuffs that Dan had used on me. She then led me by the arm into the living room and ordered me to kneel on the carpeted floor. “You will learn the proper kneeling procedure” she commanded. I found it very uncomfortable with my buttocks touching the back of my legs and with my upper body forced  back as far as it would go.

 

Sitting on the couch in front of me she began a monologue that sounded like it had been delivered many times before. All submissives whether visiting for a consultation or hands on session are placed in handcuffs or some type of restraint as soon as they arrive. In addition to being sexually arousing she feels it puts the submissive in “a frame of mind more conducive  to obedience”.

 

The next part was very discouraging. All female subs were required to display “proper affection” for a dominatrix even if they were not lesbian or bisexual. She went on to say basically that bisexuality is widespread and that while she didn’t expect me to change my sexual orientation I had no choice but to acquiesce to her wishes. Just fucking great I thought! After coming close to being placed in real bondage by a fake maledom I was about to be forced to serve a dominatrix. I wasn’t so naive as to think this didn’t mean licking her pussy which frankly I find revolting but I kept my thoughts to myself.

 

However the next part was more encouraging. She stated she had arranged for an experienced maledom to visit within the next hour. If my response to her “proper affection” for females were met I would be permitted to serve the maledom and I would not be charged any session fee. It wasn’t exactly what I consider a fair deal but I was so desperate to serve a real maledom I was willing to do almost anything Mary required. I should say “Mistress” as I later made the mistake of addressing her as “Mary” and received a severe flogging to my cunt as a result.      

 

The “proper affection” part was every bit as revolting as I expected. The Mistress yanked me to my feet and quickly removed my top and my vinyl mini leaving me clad in my hose, garter belt and heels. Still handcuffed we both sat next to each other on the couch and she roughly began forcing deep mouth kissing upon me pulling my hair with her one hand and rubbing my snatch with the other.     

 

My reaction was to resist her kisses by trying to close my mouth and this didn’t go over well with her at all. Withdrawing her tongue she told me that if I were not more responsive I would spend the night in a cage in her basement dungeon and the deal with the maledom was off. She sounded very convincing so I let her have her way and submitted to her disgusting kissing.

 

After several minutes of her being the aggressor I was ordered to assume that role. It was even more disgusting than the passive role I had just played. All during this time she was finger fucking me and in a none too gentle manner. Neither the kissing nor fingering was turning me on and I’m certain the Mistress realized that and wasn’t at all pleased.

 

Finally I was told to stop kissing and what followed was the most disgusting part of the session. Still handcuffed I was ordered to kneel in front of the couch. The mistress was wearing black vinyl pants that had a snap on cover for her crotch. This cover was removed  baring her shaved pussy and I was told to start licking. The only good part of it was that if I performed to her satisfaction I would be spared having to lick her asshole.

 

It was enough to motivate me to lick vigorously and burrow as deep as I could with my tongue. Her taste was repulsive and it was the first time I had ever used my mouth on another woman’s snatch. Evidently I met her expectations because after nearly five minutes she told me to stop. “You’ll need a little more practice but you will be allowed to serve Master Vince shortly” she stated. Next was a tour of her basement dungeon but before taking me there she attached a thick leather collar around my neck and padlocked it in place. It was much thicker than the collar Dan used and was the type EMTs  use.

 

Next she took about a twelve foot chain and fastened it very tightly around me  just beneath my boobs and padlocked it in place. My handcuffs were removed and she used the free end of the chain to lead me to the basement with the chain running from behind my back and looped under my crotch. I’m not used to walking in heels but fortunately I was allowed to grip the hand rails of the stairs.

 

Once in the basement I got my first glimpse of her dungeon and it was awesome. It included a dog type cage not large enough to stand in and a real jail cell with steel bars on the door. Their were several other contraptions and I had a pretty good idea as to what they were used for. Numerous collars, whips, cuffs and other bondage gear were hung on the wall.

 

Mistress took the free end of the chain and looped it around a ceiling beam after adjusting it to just the right height that I was forced to stand on the toes of my heels, she then used yet another padlock to secure the ceiling end of the chain tethering me like a puppet. Even with my hands free I was almost completely helpless as I had little range of movement and my head was forced upwards by the wide collar. She then took the liberty of removing my bra and using a pair of scissors to cut away my garter and hose. My heels remained on. Fortunately the items she cut were Walmart stuff, the mini and heels I had bought at a Carousel boutique and broke me financially.

 

Mistress then proceeded to clue me in on Master Vince. I was to address him only as “Sir” and when he first arrived I would state “Good evening sir, I am a useless slut and completely at your service”.Vince had once lived in California and had appeared as an actor in porno flicks. He was a super stud and I should consider myself privileged if he chose to fuck me. It was the best news I had heard so far.

 

That good news was quickly shattered as Mistress indicated she would be present and supervise every aspect of my training. Just like my bitch sister! I took a chance and spoke without permission begging to be alone with Master Vince. My punishment was having a pair of Mistress’ soiled panties stuffed in my mouth, The smell was offensive and I didn’t dare try to remove them with my hands. “That should teach you not to speak without permission” chuckled Mistress and she proceeded to explain that the only way I could be alone with a dom was at his or some other dungeon.

 

Fortunately Master Vince arrived within fifteen minutes as the stench of the soiled panties grew intolerable. Up until that time Mistress had pulled up a chair in front of me and leisurely used her cell phone to chat with someone  named Felicia. Staring lewdly at me the whole time the gist of the call was how soon Felicia was going to deliver someone named “Mary Jo” to the dungeon. When Vince arrived she ended the call and escorted him to the dungeon where I saw him for the first time.                   

 

Tall, muscular and 40ish he looked much like Tom Sellick and I immediately formed a positive impression of him. Mistress generously removed the panties from my mouth and I proceeded to give the useless slut recitation. He did not speak but helped himself to me by touching my boobs and fingering my pussy. “The slut definitely has some appeal” he casually remarked to Mistress.

 

His finger fucking of my pussy was the first time I really got aroused since arriving. Mistress obviously sensed this but stood back a few feet with her arms folded in front of her and not giving any specific commands to Sir or myself. Vince sure thought highly of himself as he bragged about the number of female submissives who paid him to have sex. At this time I didn’t know much about paid bondage sex but was to learn that it is usually the male sub who pays a dominatrix for sex and that with more doms than dominatrixes the female sub has little difficulty finding a maledom for free.

 

Vince continued that having sex with him was a privilege which had to be earned by the sub. This included willingness to accept  restraint, corporal punishment and of course oral sex. Even with a male I wasn’t crazy about oral sex, I really didn’t have a problem with the other forms and the thought of being fucked by this guy would cause me to overcome my inhibitions. He casually mentioned one female sub who refused him oral sex was “loaned out” to a motorcycle gang for a day of forced group oral sex, that thought alone would make me submit to him.

 

“Prepare her for oral sex” directed Vince in a rather authoritarian yet respectful tone. Surprisingly Mistress did not challenge this request giving me hope that Vince and I might be able to have privacy for the session. Mistress readjusted the chain so that I was able to kneel on a pillow on the floor and she put the handcuffs on again. This time they were connected to the chain that was looped under my boobs giving me no range of movement with my arms. Mistress also removed the thick collar from my neck. “Master likes hand free oral work by his subs” she casually remarked.

Next she took a metal device like the type that the dentist uses to keep your mouth open and made me open wide while she put it in my mouth. She then ratcheted it so that my mouth was forced wide open. Vince had stripped and I got my first look at his cock. It was just  awesome  much larger than any guy that had fucked me previously. Even with the discomfort of being chained and having my mouth forced wide open I was hotter than ever. I desperately wanted that cock in my cunt but I was resigned to the fact that it was going in my mouth first.

 

Vince then explained what was going to happen today. First he covered the basic rules once again such as not speaking and proper speech. The reason for the retainer in my mouth was to assure that my teeth did not come into contact with his cock when he mouth  fucked  me. This was in addition to the standard blow job he expected. If I performed up to his expectations he would skip the corporal discipline part and cunt fuck me. Otherwise I could expect a corporal session from him that would be very painful and of course I wouldn’t get cunt fucked but would have a lengthy oral sex session with the Mistress.

 

He emphasized that by mouth fucking he meant his cock would not remain passively in my mouth and that I would be forced to swallow his wad whenever he was good and ready to cum. I resigned  myself to the fact that I would be having a new experience, in the past I’ve made it known to guys that I don’t like oral sex. I’ve done it two or three times but no one ever cummed in my mouth. My jaws were sore already from the retainer. I desperately wanted to tell him to hurry up and get the oral part over but of course I was unable to speak  nor did I wish to get flogged if I could.

 

Much to my surprise and delight Mistress went upstairs leaving me to hope we would be alone for sex. Vince  sat on a chair in front of me and used  both hands to pull my face up to his cock. The size of his cock  made me fear I might gag on it. Desperate to please him I licked it the best I could considering my hands were chained behind me and fortunately the retainer kept my teeth from touching his cock which I’m sure would have resulted in a flogging.

 

 After about three minutes of doing this Vince ordered me to keep my head still and from his seated position began thrusting his cock within my mouth. This was down in a slow and rhythmic way and it must have been uncomfortable from this position . It would have been easier for both of us had he just made me lie on my back and mount me from over my face but I wasn’t about to offer any suggestions.

 

I was getting hot doing this which I found surprising because of my dislike for oral sex. Probably the thought that his cock would soon be in my cunt allowed me to overcome the negativity. It seemed like eternity before Vince finally cummed causing me to choke a bit and I would have liked to have spit out the wad but I knew better so I swallowed it. My arousal hormones made the taste a little less unbearable.

 

Vince commented that my performance was adequate “so far” as he phrased it and that I would have the pleasure of being cunt fucked by him. He called for Mistress who came back downstairs and she seemed to know what Vince had just told me. Little did I know that she has a closed circuit TV system and can see and hear what is going on in the dungeon from upstairs.

 

“Prepare her for fucking in a frog tie” stated Vince in a rather respectful way. At least he appeared to be in command much unlike when Sandi  had me bondaged at home and tried to dictate every move Dan made. Mistress removed the retainer gag, handcuffs and the chain from under my boobs and told me to sit down on a mattress. She then put leather cuffs on each of my wrists and ankles and used a padlock to connect each wrist to outside of the respective ankle.

 

For some reason I blurted out “should I make croaking sounds” which was meant to be funny. It was absolutely a stupid thing to do and Mistress was not at all humored. “I think the little slut needs some further oral training from me instead of a cock in her cunt but first a little pain and sensory deprivation”. Vince frowned and said nothing.

 

Mistress was now back in control  and the prospect of being cunt fucked  by Vince did not appear promising. The “pain” consisted of clamps connected by a chain on each of my nipples causing me to cry out in pain for the first time. “Sensory deprivation” consisted of having a leather hood pulled over my head and tightly laced. Then a leather cock gag was stuffed in my mouth and snapped onto the hood. Next came a pair of blindfold pads snapped on.

 

In addition my frog tie was modified to make it more restrictive. A leather belt with a leather cuff on each side of it was tightly fastened around me just under my boobs at the same point where the chain had been and each cuff was fastened around each arm just above each elbow.

 

At least a frog could see and communicate with his fellow amphibians. I could do neither. All because of my fucking mouth!

 

END PART 2