Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2008 12:33:08 -0500
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Behind Sis' Shyness: Part 3

Nicki and Chelsea untied me from the chair and told me to resume my slave
duties. They told me in no uncertain terms that the house was to be clean
for aunt Alicia's visit tonight. Chelsea slapped my ass and called me a
slut as I cleaned the kitchen, trying to impress the aunt I had lusted
after since the day I became a sex slave.

Eight months before, I was at college, and Chelsea, my younger sister,
seduced me. After that magical day, we became lovers, girlfriends, and
insatiable sex addicts. We did everything we could thing of - spanking,
blindfolds, tying our hands to each other's legs while we got into a 69
and stayed there for hours - and every session left us hornier than
before. We were so addicted to sex that we couldn't sleep through the
night without at least a few quickies.

Then on New Year's Eve, I gave myself to Chelsea as her slave, promising
to serve her and Nicki, my voluptuous, sexy mother. Chelsea had been
cheating on me with Nicki for a little while, it turns out, and Nicki
became my other Goddess. I serve them in every way they command.

It was a few months later, I was loving my role as a sex slave, and we
became wealthy beyond our wildest dreams - Dad left us with $13.5 million
and the house, and Chelsea whimsically played the lottery with some of
that money - and won big. We were worth over $500 million together, and
we bought a house on the beach - and a big stretch of the beach itself,
which we turned into our own private nude beach.

Chelsea and Nicki loved to watch the nude tourists, mostly young, female,
and adventurous - they had to be; in order to use our beach, they either
had to pay us or do a striptease, preferably in a group of three or more
girls. I never got to watch these stripteases; they told me that my slave
duties were more important. I didn't mind a bit - Chelsea and Nicki were
all the hot, female flesh I needed, and I served them the way they
wanted.

Finally, the kitchen was clean, and all my slave duties were taken care
of, and the doorbell rang. Chelsea got the door and greeted Alicia, who
was dressed in a bikini top and very short cutoffs, very warmly. Alicia
kissed all of us and took off her clothes, as we expected her to, and sat
on our couch admiring the beachgoers. As she sat, she looked at me and
said,

'Slave, get me some wine.'

I obeyed instantly, checking her gorgeous body out. She was as full and
voluptuous as Chelsea, carrying breasts that had to be bigger than DDD
and an ass that I would spank if I were more than just a slave. She
sipped her wine, fingered her sweet pussy, and enjoyed herself for a
couple of hours while I was put to work.

I was frustrated that I couldn't just walk over to Alicia, kiss her, and
make passionate love to her, but these were the rules - I did what
Chelsea and Nicki wanted. If they didn't say I could have sex with a
girl, I didn't get to. Punishments were usually harsh, including being
forced to stay in my tie-up chair overnight, being deprived of sex, and
being forced to do extra chores. Chelsea and Nicki never usually involved
pain; even the restraints they used were very sensuous, and I melted into
them. I loved feeing silk on my hands, feet, and over my eyes.

They never felt the need to gag me and didn't own any bondage gear - I
spoke only when spoken to and, despite having a strong gym body, was weak
in their hands. Why should they use physical force on me when mind
control worked just as well? I admit it - I was under their complete
psychological control. They could tell me to do anything, and I did it. I
felt so sexy obeying their orders.

Chelsea winked at me and told me to wait until tonight as she, once
again, slapped my ass. She went over to the couch to join Alicia, and
undoubtedly, she would have Alicia between her legs eating her pussy
within seconds while I slaved away at dinner tonight.

So I turned around about 30 seconds later, and sure enough, there was a
sexy blond with big tits getting her pussy eaten - only it wasn't
Chelsea. Chelsea was actually on her knees tongueing Alicia. The words,
'Lick my pussy now, slut' were spoken by Alicia, and the spoiled Chelsea
felt such an urge to do as her aunt compelled her to do that she dove
right into Alicia's pussy and tongued away.

I smiled and looked over at the two girls. Alicia was absolutely loving
this, and Chelsea was a total whore for her aunt! Nicki came down and
looked over her sister and daughter as Alicia's first orgasm died down
just to ask if everything was OK. Alicia smiled, kissed Nicki, and said
that Chelsea was coming along almost as well as I was. I had no idea just
what she meant...

...until I realized that Chelsea was in handcuffs and a blindfold. This
was hot. Chelsea was on her knees at her mom and aunt's mercy, and she
looked like she was as turned on as I was by it. Her ankles were tied,
and she was on her knees helpless. The bitch who had denied me orgasms
and made me wait on her was being forced to submit, too. I couldn't take
it any longer.

I licked my lips and walked over to my cuffed sister, about to give the
slut a taste of her own medicine. But Nicki and Alicia stopped me,
putting me in handcuffs and forcing me to my knees as well. They cuffed
my ankles and Chelsea, and though I had hoped to stop them, I was so
turned on by these mature babes taking charge that, as I always did for
them, I melted and let them have their way. They put a blindfold on me
and chuckled a little bit, and in a couple of minutes, a slightly
unfamiliar voice spoke, seeming to beg for whatever punishment we were
about to receive. I knew it wasn't Chelsea, simply because Chelsea was a
spoiled little bitch who preferred to punish rather than be punished.

Alicia and Nicki removed our blindfolds so we could see the sexy, naked,
restrained body of our gorgeous cousin Trish, Alicia's daughter. Alicia
told us a little about Trish - we already knew she was 16 and had been
into girls for even longer than me. Alicia smiled and told us how
subservient Trish was - she had been a slave since shortly after her
father died over three years ago, and at first, she actually had to beg
Alicia to become her slave. Since then, she left to become home-schooled
by a strict but very sexy female tutor, and with all the money Alicia
still had, she was able to be waited on by Trish full-time.

We were going to watch how Trish served Alicia - and her various female
lovers, including Nicki, her newest. A little wink and a 'Thanks,
Chelsea' to my slut sister was in order; after all, it was Chelsea who
turned Nicki on to women and made her realize she loved Alicia as more
than a sister.

Trish was gorgeous, measuring 5'9" with a curvy, untamed ass and a DDD
rack that was destined to be bigger than even the busty Alicia's. Her
nipples were pierced, and, like all of us, she now had big diamonds in
her nipple rings. She knew she looked sexy in cuffs and a blindfold, and
from what Alicia described, she practically worshipped her mother,
waiting on her hand and foot and bringing her to one orgasm after another
without expecting any in return. She was a perfect daughter and a perfect
slave, something Alicia intedned to turn me and Chelsea into.

Chelsea and I were placed into chairs similar to my tie-up chair and,
predictably, tied into them. We were gagged and ordered not to make a
sound. Alicia laid in a nice, leather recliner, and Nicki placed Trish
between her spread legs, where Trish immediately began tongueing Alicia's
sweet pussy. I was envious of the slut, but I knew I would be given the
chance to serve my sexy aunt.

Alicia leaned back and moaned, taking time to degrade her daughter and
call her a dirty slave bitch, which Trish lapped up like it was pussy
from heaven...and, of course, it was, and the degradation was just icing
on the sexy cake that was Alicia. I so badly wanted to cry out to Nicki
to do the same to me and Chelsea, but I was ordered not to make a sound
and wouldn't be understood through my gag.

I was getting wetter and more turned on by seeing my blindfolded,
restrained cousin pleasure her delicious mom with nothing but her tongue.
I was afraid Nicki was going to blindfold me during the best part, the
screaming, passionate orgasm Trish gave Alicia, but we got to watch as
Alicia grabbed onto the recliner and leaned into the climax her girl
inflicted on her. I wanted to be Trish so badly.

I wanted to be Trish even more when Nicki buried her face in Alicia's
pussy and ordered her to continue, even though Trish never stopped. Nicki
was a demanding woman, and she loved seeing her sister given one orgasm
after another. To ensure it, Nicki helped her younger sis out.

She took a whip and lashed it across Trish's gorgeous ass, undoubtedly
not the first time Trish had been whipped. I wanted to beg to be whipped
- having my ass slapped was fun enough, but it was always Chelsea doing
it, and I always wanted to see her punished. Nicki was the one who should
be whipping us.

Trish raised her ass up so Nicki could whip her harder, and her slut
tongue worked faster than before, keeping up the intensity and making
Alicia scream like never before. I was so turned on by this, I could
barely restrain myself. I wanted to spit the gag out and beg for a
lashing from Nicki while I tongued Alicia to ecstasy. Then, when I was
done, I wanted them to stuff the gag back in and call me a bitch while
they tortured me.

Admittedly, my servitude fantasies had gotten a little wilder since I
went from being a lover to a slave. When I first started worshipping
Nicki, I wasn't into the pain, humiliation, or subservience of being
their love slave; I just wanted to eat pussy around the clock. I still
do, of course, but the humiliation was a nice bonus.

Alicia continued to receive orgasm after orgasm from her slave daughter
while Trish continued to work her tongue and take lashings from Nicki,
who refused to let up. Trish's ass was turning red, and judging by how
she leaned in for more punishment, she loved the feeling. I know I loved
watching it; I was so wet and so badly wanted to give myself an orgasm.

Nicki ordered Trish to stop and cracked her on the ass one last time.
Trish knelt at attention, and Nicki gagged her and removed her blindfold.
With Alicia somewhat satisfied, Chelsea was released from the chair and
placed at the foot of the recliner, where Nicki spread out. Trish was
seated in Chelsea's old seat, and her gag was left in. Alicia blindfolded
Chelsea and removed her gag, and predictably, the slut started shooting
off her mouth about how she deserved to be in control and how she was
better than us--

--but Nicki's pussy shut her the hell up. If there's one thing Chelsea
can't resist, it's a chance to eat pussy or have hers eaten. She almost
didn't seem to notice that Alicia was tagging her ass with a whip the
same way Nicki had tagged Trish's. In fact, she arched her back and gave
Alicia her ass in the same way Trish had. It was as if Chelsea was living
to be smacked down and forced to serve. Training this firecracker to be a
subservient slave was looking like a lot of fun, even if all I got to do
was watch.

As expected, Nicki was screaming in esctasy within a couple of minutes
while Chelsea's tongue got a deserved workout and her ass, soon to be
marked as Alicia and Nicki's, was a bright slave red. Alicia was
merciless with Chelsea's ass, and Chelsea loved it. She was cruel and
calculating as well, whipping both cheeks faster and with more force than
Nicki had whipped Trish.

Chelsea was digging deeper into Nicki's delicious pussy, enjoying being a
slut while Alicia lashed her captive niece's ass even more. She whipped
her right across the tattoo of my name on her ass, and Chelsea bounced it
a bit more for my cruel aunt. Nicki was in total ecstasy, and it looked
like Chelsea was, too. Maybe she was learning how good it feels to serve.
Or maybe she just got off on being humiliated; either way worked for me.

Alicia ordered her to stop with one final crack across Chelsea's ass, and
she replaced the gag and removed Chelsea's blindfold. As Trish had,
Chelsea knelt at attention like a good slave, and Nicki and Alicia turned
their attention to me. I wondered what kind of slave tricks I would have
to do for these beautiful babes, but whatever it was, I wanted it.

The mature Goddesses looked at me and saw how wet and how horny I was.
They took me for the slut I was, and Alicia smirked and said,

'Look at this little bitch. So horny, she can't control herself even when
she's tied up. She looks like she pissed all over herself.'

I hadn't, but it didn't matter; I was probably on the fast track to a
bigger humiliation than the other girls had received. Sure enough, I was
taken from the chair and blindfolded, and Chelsea took my spot. I was a
little surprised that they didn't take my gag out, but then Nicki went on
to look over me, and with the words,

'I think this slut can't control herself at all. I think I have just the
thing for her,'

I felt them start to try to dress me. I never wore clothes, so I felt a
little uneasy about it, when I realized that Trish and Chelsea were
getting the best show of all - Alicia and Nicki had diapered me. I was
getting the worst humiliation.

Of course, I was insanely turned on by this, and my diaper was as wet as
I was very soon.

Alicia and Nicki took turns whipping my breasts. My nipples were
extremely sensitive, and I was feeling a lot of pleasure from the whips
cracking across my tits. They mocked me for having the smallest tits in
the family; mine were lowly C cups compared to the DD cups my sexy mother
wore, the DDD cups on Chelsea and Trish, and the breasts so big even
Alicia didn't know the size, having told us that she just went topless
everywhere.

If I could have spoken through my gag, I would have begged for harder
lashings across my pierced tits; I loved the sting of the leather on my
sensitive nipples and the humiliation I was suffering from being
restrained, blindfolded, and dressed in a diaper. I wanted them to keep
it up until I had an orgasm, and I knew they would - they denied Chelsea
and Trish release, but they didn't diaper them, either. I took my
whippings knowing I was the favorite.

I shook my tiny C-cups for my Goddesses, and they told me how
pathetically small they were. As much as I loved being humiliated, I
wanted DDs or DDDs, or hell, the biggest tits in the family. I wanted my
ass whipped, too, and as one of them took extra care on my tits, lashing
one and the other back and forth, another seemed to be enjoying lashing
my back right above my diaper. I was in ecstasy.

I was listening to some really hypnotic messages, too, and I realized
that they weren't coming from Nicki and Alicia. While Chelse and Trish
still served their mothers first, I was a slave to all four girls, and
Chelsea was the one who was giving me commands. She told me, in her
spoiled, stuck-up voice,

'You worship every girl here. You serve us however we command. It pleases
you to obey us. You have no ability to disobey. Your mind is melting into
nothing, and you are an airhead. You live to serve us, and our commands
are your duties.'

If I could have spoken, all I could have uttered was, 'Yes, my Goddess,'
no matter who was speaking. I felt my brain shutting off, my mind turning
to mush, and my body turning over to the four beauties who were enslaving
me. I wanted nothing more.

As the orgasm came over my body, I lost all will to disobey or to think
negatively of any of them. They were perfect and infallible, and I wanted
nothing more than to serve them. My body was in heaven, my mind was
completely destroyed, and I was nothing more than a mindless slave who
obeyed my sister, mom, aunt, and cousin...and anyone they commanded me to
obey.

The orgasm continued for what felt like forever as I sucked in every
ounce of humiliation from the girls, and I knew only that obeying them
brought ecstasy. It became second nature to me, as if I could do nothing
but obey their commands. Soon, the commands would get simpler until I was
issued only a series of one-word commands that I obeyed mindlessly. I was
in heaven, and I didn't even think of it as slavery, even though I knew
it was. I was free to serve them and to be theirs.

Since then, I've been tattooed as their property, lent to friends and
strangers, been whipped, been told to serve sexually, and been dressed in
wrist and ankle cuffs and shackles. I'm blindfolded 24/7, and the images
of my Goddesses are etched permanently into my minds. And right now, I
sit in my tie-up chair, gagged and restrained, waiting for my next chance
to serve my Goddesses...