Part One
Jane closed her bedroom door firmly behind her, confident that Amy, her daughter, and her step-son, Simon, would not be back from the party for hours to come. She had been without a man for almost twenty years and so made the most of her alone time to fulfil some of the sexual desire that was still left burning in her loins from the memory of a man she once loved but whose life was tragically cut short.
She closed her bedroom curtains and turned on a little light Jazz on the stereo, the soft notes reverberated throughout the room, loud enough to be heard but so quiet that they didn’t ruin the atmosphere. Jane darted lightly across her room, lighting candles as she went and enjoying the relaxing tones of the music, she felt it a tiny bit strange that the highlight of her week would involve an hour alone, on her bed with a bottle of wine and a vibrator but she had looked forward to it for far too long to let that bother her now.
With the candles finally lit and the lights turned out the room took on an atmosphere of dulled pleasures, the flickering of the candles danced as erratically as Jane’s excited heartbeat and projected soft light across the whole room. Eager to get the atmosphere just right Jane continued to prepare her room, she poured herself a deep glass of red wine and sprayed a small plume of perfume into the air above her bed. She was almost ready.
She walked gently towards the bathroom and allowed her silk robe to fall softly to the ground as she admired her naked body in the full length dress mirror. She enjoyed the fact that she had a body as attractive as that of a woman fifteen years her junior; she had the well shaped body of a twenty-five year old but with a poise and elegance that befitted her forty-two years. The thought it strange that she could get so much enjoyment from looking upon her own body, but she knew it was a good body and it was the product of a lot of hard work, she deserved to enjoy every inch of what she saw.
She turned on her heels and walked slowly back into her bedroom, making sure to close the bathroom light behind her, she didn’t want any artificial light to make its way into her recently prepared love nest. She walked around the edge of her bed, revelling in the feeling that her nudity gave her and already becoming moist with the anticipation of what was to come.
There was only one thing left to prepare, a reminder of her late husband, her lover and her master. She opened the top drawer of her bedside table and removed a large, ornately handled key from a tin box hidden within its depths. Almost without constant thought she drifted towards the ottoman where the last vestiges of her sex life were kept. She turned the key slowly in the lock, the anticipation only adding to the excitement, she knew exactly what she would find inside the ottoman but was turning the key as though a surprise was lurking behind the heavy oak lid. Eventually she unlocked the chest and slid the wooden lid open, revealing the most poignant reminders of her husband.
She reached into the box and withdrew four leather items from its depths. She savoured the moment as she held the items in her hands, the cuffs that she had obediently wore as her husband’s slave, the bonds that symbolized, almost as much as the wedding ring that she still wore, that she was totally and utterly devoted to him.
She placed the leather on the bed and leant down to affix the first cuff to her ankle, revelling in the sense of restriction it still gave and enjoying the slight weight caused by the leather ring that it carried. She quickly affixed the second ankle restraint, followed by her wrist cuffs and finally the black leather choker, still as tight as the day she had first put it on when finally she submitted to her lover. The very sensation of having the cuffs so tightly affixed was enough to send a shudder of arousal throughout Jane’s body, even though the cuffs were not attached to anything and she was as free as if she was still naked she still felt as though she was being restrained.
She reclined her body onto the silky sheets of her bed and enjoyed the texture that lay beneath her naked skin. The cuffs were such a tangible reminder to the life she had once had and she couldn’t help but feel safer when she was wearing them, as though her husband was holding her. She lay almost motionless for twenty minutes before she could take it no longer. She reached back into her bedside drawer and pulled a vibrator towards her body.
Although she felt as though she would orgasm any moment she allowed herself a few more minutes to tantalize herself and bring her as close to the edge as she thought possible. She turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting, comforted by its gentle hum. Slowly she let it slide over her nipples and down her stomach towards her glistening pussy. She had always enjoyed the way her husband could keep her on the brink of an orgasm for hours but felt that her own self control was lacking and that it was not going to be possible to repeat his skilled performance.
The last vestiges of her control finally faded and she ran the vibrator across her burning womanhood, turning it up to its highest setting as she did. Briefly the toy slid over her clit, almost enough to bring her to orgasm right then and there, but she managed to hold it off for a little while longer whilst she slid the device with ease into her expectant pussy. She felt the vibrations reverberate throughout her womanhood, her face became flushed and she felt as though she would go at any moment. She moved her spare hand down between her legs and very gently brushed her manicured fingers against her swollen clit, it was all the arousal she needed and she convulsed into a powerful orgasm, her body rocking and flailing as she felt waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. She tied to hold the vibrator in but it was too much and she let it fall between her legs, now limp with pleasure. She could barely move.
She felt as though her body had melted, she lay in a heap on the bed, every fibre of her body tingling with pleasure and her heart beating heavily in her chest. The jazz on the stereo was inaudible over the sound of Jane’s desperate panting, trying to catch her breath as though she had just run a marathon. Her glistening body would have been an amazing sight to behold if only anyone could have seen it, every inch of her frame was sparkling with the light mist of sweat and her face wore the smile of a woman who knew only pleasure, she was in heaven.
After a while she regained control of her body and twisted herself into a seated position on her bed. She took a deep swig of the wine she had prepared earlier and attempted to stand up. Her legs were still weak from the sheer force of her orgasm and she sat herself back down on the bed, allowing herself a little more time to recuperate. She slowly removed the cuffs and the collar that she was wearing and threw them dismissively onto the bed, what she really needed was a shower.
She stood up, this time her legs took her weight, and headed towards the bathroom. She switched on the light, the brightness of which left her temporarily blinded, but she soon recovered. She looked at herself in the dress mirror, she looked even better than before, her cheeks were rosy with the exhilaration she had just enjoyed and the light beads of sweat on her body reminded her of the sheer exertion an orgasm could undertake.
She turned on the water of the shower and stepped under its pleasant stream, she felt as though being cleansed after an almost religious experience and intended to stay under the hot shower for as long as she could bear, letting the gentle splashing of the water envelope her mind and block out the sounds of everyday life.
Part Two
Amy turned her key in the lock and slowly opened the front door. It was barely ten thirty when the two arrived but they were cautious not to disturb Jane who they thought was probably already asleep. Simon headed into the kitchen to prepare some coffee for the two, they hadn’t had much to drink but it seemed as though coffee always took the edge off when the morning came around.
“I’m just going upstairs,” Amy whispered to her half-brother, “Just want to check if mom’s asleep yet.”
“Okay,” replied Simon in hushed tones, equally cautious not to wake the woman who had raised him as her own. He sat down at the kitchen table as his sister trailed off into the darkness towards the stairs.
She quickly reached her mother’s room and knocked gently on the door; she wanted to check that she was alright but didn’t want to disturb her if she was sleeping. There was no reply and there was barely any light escaping from under the door so Amy cautiously swung the door open to see if her mother was inside. The light of the candles strained her eyes for a moment but she soon regained her senses and stepped into her mother’s room, the smell of perfume still hanging in the air.
She looked around the dimly lit room and found her eyes immediately drawn to the light beneath the bathroom door “must be in the shower,” she thought to herself before heading off towards the en-suite to let her mother know she was back. The route to the door involved walking around the double bed that formed the centrepiece of the room and as Amy went she found herself momentarily distracted by what she saw on the bed.
She looked down at the ruffled silk sheets and saw the four cuffs that her mother had just used as well as the leather collar and the vibrator. Immediately she knew what all the objects were, she had a vibrator of her own that a friend had bought as a joke on her eighteenth birthday (although she used it regularly) and there was no mistaking the intention of the cuffs, each coupled with a shiny metal ring, they were clearly for use in bondage, but what was her mother doing with them?
She sat down on the bed and grabbed the collar in her hand, inspecting every detail of it. She looked at the inside of the leather and noticed it had been engraved, “To my obedient slave, love Peter.” Amy was shocked, her heart beat slightly faster in her chest and for a moment she was struck by a revelation, Peter was her father’s name, they must have been into bondage.
She was unsure how to take this news, she had no memory of her father and had never thought of her mother as a sexual being, she felt a little uneasy with her newfound knowledge but also felt as though she could sympathize with her mother, she had had similar feeling of her own in the past.
As she continued inspecting the cuffs her sight was once again drawn to something new, the ottoman that sat open beside the bed. As far as Amy knew the lock was broken and the ottoman was there merely as a decoration, that was what her mother had told her, but before her stood the proof that this was a lie. She knelt down before the chest and reached into it, shocked at its contents; she found various restraining devices as well as whips, chains, clamps, crops, dildos, the works, there was every kind of restraint and implement of sexual subjugation imaginable housed within this chest, and all of it belonged to her mother. She was floored by the revelation and just knelt, motionless, staring emptily into the box.
Her reverie was soon broken by the click of a door handle behind her and Jane entered the bedroom wearing a towel draped carelessly around her body. She spotted her daughter almost immediately and hurriedly secured the towel so that it covered her slightly better.
“What are you doing?” asked Jane, trying to sound stern but so obviously flustered that it sounded more like she was about to cry than get angry.
“The party finished early,” replied Amy, standing up. She headed towards the door, hoping she would be able to pretend this had never happened.
“Wait,” cried her mother, “let me explain.”
“It’s Okay mom, I know what it is,” returned Amy, hoping she could just leave all of this awkwardness behind her and go to bed.
“I don’t doubt that but you have to let me explain,” said Jane, a little more agitated. “Sit down,” she added, nodding towards the edge of the bed.
Amy motioned as though to say something but couldn’t find the words, Jane walked around the edge of the bed and sat down beside her daughter, both women were reluctant to make eye contact.
“When your father and I were younger…” she began, trying to find the right words.”This is one of the ways we entertained oursel…”
“Mom,” said Amy, cutting her off.
“Let me finish,” Jane said, a chastising tone ill concealed on her voice. “This is one of the ways we entertained ourselves. I found that by submitting to your father, sexually, we were able to give each other so much, and it made our love stronger. I’m not saying that it’s right for everyone but it worked for us and I want you to know that there’s nothing wrong with it, we both wanted it so we went for it.”
“Really, I understand,” said Amy, still trying to escape. She tried to stand up but Jane placed a hand on her shoulder and held her back down,
“I’m not finished.” She said. “I still miss your father very much; he’s the only man I’ve ever loved. So once in a while I put on my cuffs and my collar and remember him, there’s no shame in it and I hope you can understand.”
“I understand mom, I just don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” said Jane, touched by her daughter’s acceptance of what she had seen.
“Can I go now?” she asked, a little agitated.
“Sure,” replied Jane, kissing her daughter on the cheek. “If you feel you have to tell your brother just let him know he can come to me, okay?”
Amy nodded and walked slowly out of the room.
Jane sat on the bed, staring blankly into space, she admonished herself for being so careless but in many ways she felt relieved that her daughter had been let in on her secret, it took some of the guilt out of it. She knew that for now there was nothing more to do so she packed up all her things and dried herself off before drifting off to sleep.
Part Three
Amy did not find sleep came as easily as it did for her mother that night. She tossed and turned under her duvet, unable to take her mind of all the signs of her mother’s complete subservience to a man whom she loved. Amy wasn’t naïve and knew what it was that bondage and submission involved, she had fantasized about it many times but had not been able to pluck up the courage to suggest it to her on and off boyfriend, Jack.
As she thought of what it was she had seen, those leather cuffs, the inscribed collar and the glistening vibrator she was unable to help herself from imagining what her mother would have looked like dressed in the bonds and bringing herself to orgasm. The thought of the cuffs alone would have been enough to arouse Amy but for some reason the thought of her mother, being so submissive, so helpless, was a thought that brought an instant flash of eroticism which stayed in her mind and burned in her loins.
She tried as best she could to cast it from her mind but it was no use, it wasn’t going away and Amy knew that she wouldn’t be able to sleep until she could focus her mind on something else. She reached into the drawer that sat beside her bed and pulled out her own vibrator, similar to the one that her mother had used.
Unlike her mother, however, Amy had no intention of prolonging her orgasm and turned the vibrator immediately up to its highest setting before plunging it without caution into her moist womanhood. She didn’t relent as she pounded herself with the vibrator but found that no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t reach an orgasm. She turned the vibrator off and left in on her bed before standing up and heading towards her wardrobe. Her naked body silhouetted against the dim glow of moonlight through the curtains as she searched her room for something she was sure would help her out.
Eventually she found what she was looking for and returned to her bed with a handful of clothes from her wardrobe. She took the first item, a cotton tie, and tied it tightly around her neck, savouring the sensation of what she imagined her mother’s collar would feel like, her breath was partially obstructed by the tightness and she revelled in it for a moment before continuing her preparation. She took a silk scarf from the pile and used it to fasten her ankles tightly together before using another tie and a scarf to tie each of her unbound wrists.
Her heart pounded with the sensation that restriction gave her; she was truly her mother’s daughter. She took the vibrator and again thrust it into her pussy, this time allowing her ankles to fight a little against the bonds. The sensation was amazing and within a minute Amy had reached what was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm of her life. As her body convulsed she was forced to bite down on her hand to stop herself from screaming out in ecstasy.
Her orgasm finally subsided and she pulled the vibrator away from her burning pussy as every inch of her body quivered in response to what she had just experienced. She lay completely still, trying to savour the moment, but before she had time to untie herself she had fallen into a deep sleep.
The next morning she woke late, still stark naked save for the restrictions she had placed herself under the night before. Her ankles were aching from the silk scarf that bound them together and all the muscles in her legs seemed to be burning. She sat up abruptly and reached towards her ankles, gently untying the scarf and revelling in the feeling as blood rushed back into her slightly numbed feet. She took a moment to rub her toes and tease the blood back before she removed the rest of her bonds and hopped out of bed to put something on.
As she stood up she noticed that her pussy was wet, she knew it couldn’t have been wet from her fun the night before so assumed that she must have had an erotic dream that she couldn’t yet remember. She stopped for a moment to try and think back to what it could have been but she drew a blank and decided to put it to the back of her mind. Rather than get fully dressed Amy decided just to throw her silk robe over her naked body and head downstairs to get some breakfast, she would have to get undressed soon to have a wash and the robe was big enough to cover her without too much risk of any part of her being seen.
She left her room and headed downstairs, slightly anxious about how things would be with her mother but otherwise ready for the day and looking forward to make the best of it. She made her way to the kitchen, her bare soles making a gentle patter across the floorboards as she went.
Jane was nowhere to be seen but Simon was sitting at the kitchen table reading the Sunday newspaper. “Morning sleepyhead,” he said with a wide grin on his face.
“Good Morning,” groaned Amy.
“Looks like someone’s a little hung-over,” he said playfully.
“Huh?” returned Amy, still getting used to talking.
“How’s your head?” he asked, trying to clarify.
“Oh fine,” said Amy, finally perking up, “I’m not hung over, I just didn’t sleep very well, ages before I finally dropped off.”
“How come?”
“Oh, no reason,” said Amy suddenly remembering the thought of her mother, pleasing herself. A flash of heat coursed through her body, she needed to sit down.
“Are you okay?” asked Simon, his brotherly concern evident on his voice. He got up from his chair and pulled one out for his sister to sit down on.
Amy sat on the chair, her eyes half closed. She didn’t do anything for a moment then she opened her eyes and looked towards her brother. A flash of recollection came across her mind, her brother was knelt on the floor before her, looking up with concern at her face, she remembered a similar scene from her dream the night before only in the dream Amy was tied down and Simon was looking up at her as he forced a dildo inside her accepting pussy. She stirred a little in her seat, “what is wrong with me?” she thought, “first my mother, now my brother.” She managed to regain her senses and realized that if she was going to keep all of this to herself she was going to have to act normally. “I’m fine,” she said, hoping to put her brother at ease, “I think I am just a little hung-over.”
Simon stood up and looked down at his sister; he turned on his heels and poured a glass of water. “Get this down your neck,” he said, handing her the glass.
“Thanks,” she said meekly before swigging down the entire contents in one breath. “That’s much better,”
He returned to his chair and picked up the paper again, giving its contents one last look. They sat together for a while, Simon reading and Amy getting herself some breakfast.
“Where’s mom, do you know?” Amy asked as she dropped her bowl into the sink.
“She went out to do some shopping,” replied Simon, barely looking up from his paper.
There was a brief silence, it felt awkward to Amy but Simon didn’t notice it. “Can I ask you something?” said Amy, a tone of caution on her lips.
“Sure,” replied Simon, he had always been accommodating of Amy’s curiosities and today he made no exception.
“Do you know much about our Father?”
“Sure, why do you ask?” Simon was a little unsure where this was going.
“Well there’s something specific about him, I just wondered if you knew.”
“What?” asked Simon with a wide grin on his face, his sisters visage was, however, far more serious, she was clearly troubled by something.
“Did you know that he was into bondage?” said Amy, blurting out the sentence as though the quicker she said it the easier it would be to ask.
“Bondage?” questioned Simon, sounding a little confused.
“Yeah, you know when…”
“I know what it is,” he interrupted. “What do you mean?”
“Apparently him and mom– my mom- used to be quite into it.”
“First I’ve heard of it, but I suppose there’s nothing wrong with it.” He paused for a moment, apparently thinking, “Hold on,” he said, “how do you know this?”
“Mom told me,” said Amy, glad that her brother seemed to be relaxed about the subject.
“She did?”
“Yeah…” Amy paused for a moment considering how she would phrase her next sentence. “When we got back last night I found some cuffs and a collar and a vibrator on her bed. She’d just been using them so she kind of had to admit it, I felt bad for her, but it seems a little strange.”
Simon sat in a stunned silence, the thought of his step-mother a sexual being was not a thought that was especially new to him, on countless occasions he had masturbated over that very notion, but to hear it described to him in such a black and white way made him feel a little awkward. “I suppose…” he said, cautiously, “It’s not that big of a deal.” He looked up at his sister, wondering what her reply would be.
“I know,” she agreed, “It’s just so strange to think of her like that, and…” she trailed off.
“What?” asked Simon, still sounding as concerned as ever, “you know you can talk to me.”
“Well…” she paused, she was about to reveal something that until last night she was not sure about herself, “I think I’m like her… submissive I mean.” Her face went red she felt stupid for even saying such a thing.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He reassured her.
“That’s what she said,”
“Well she’s right, there’s nothing wrong with it… if you must know I have a bit of a soft spot for that kind of stuff too. Do you remember that time when she found all of that porn on my computer?”
“Yeah,” said Amy with a smile, remembering how much trouble he had been in.
“Well most of that was bondage stuff, so you’re not weird, it’s fine. Either that or we’re a family of weirdo’s.”
She laughed, clearly put to ease with what her brother had told her. “Thanks,” she said looking back up towards his gently smiling face.
“No problem. What are big brothers for anyway?” he replied.
He stood up to go into the living room and watch some TV. “You going to join me?” he asked.
“No thanks,” said Amy, deciding to stay put. “One more thing,” she added, before her brother had left the room.
“Yes.”
“Mom and I are both submissive… Are you the same or are you like Dad?”
He paused for a moment considering his answer. “I guess I’m like Dad, I’ve never really thought about it that much.”
Part Four
Not long after Simon and Amy’s conversation had ended Jane returned home with the shopping. Amy was still a little reluctant to talk to her mother, fearing the potential awkwardness that such a conversation would involve so instead she decided to go upstairs and get herself cleaned up.
Simon, however, had no such reservations and was eager to help his step-mother with the groceries. Before long they had lifted them all from the car and were in the kitchen busily loading the shopping into the cupboards. They worked in silence for a while, Jane was still not sure how much Simon knew and was going through a conversation in her head trying to figure out the best way to tell him. Before long she discovered there was no need.
“Amy told me about last night,” he said, so casually that he may as well have been talking about the weather.
“Oh?” replied Jane, bracing herself for whatever was to come.
“I just want you to know that it makes no difference to me; the same with Amy too.”
“Okay, I was a little worried.”
“No need to be, I think Amy’s finding the revelation a little strange but I suppose now she knows that there’s another thing you two have in common.”
“What do you mean?” asked Jane.
“How your both submissive…” he turned as he said this, looking at Jane who seemed to be a little shocked by the news, “Hadn’t she told you?” asked Simon, his eyes wide with worry.
“No…” Said Jane, slowly, apparently thinking over what she had just heard.
“Shit!” exclaimed Simon, he rarely swore but this time it was justified. “Please don’t tell her I said anything, she’ll kill me.”
“It’s okay,” Jane returned, “It’s just dawned on me that she already said so, she kept saying ‘It’s okay, I understand’ I hadn’t realized that she actually understood in that sense.”
“Please don’t say anything, just in case.”
“I won’t I promise, I’m glad that you’ve both taken it so well.”
“You needn’t have worried about that, we both love you. You’re Amy’s mother and you’ve been as good to me over the years as any mother could be, we’re a family.”
Jane smiled and turned away from her step-son suppressing what felt like floods of tears approaching letting only one solitary bead roll down her face. Simon saw the distress she was in and stepped over to her, taking her in his arms and hugging her body tightly to his. For a moment Jane felt as though she was back in the arms of her husband, they both had such similar strong bodies. She couldn’t help but imagine it was her husband that was holding her, protecting her from the world outside whilst planning some kind of submission for the night ahead, but it wasn’t him and she had to pull herself out of her reverie.
Upstairs Amy was also escaping into a fantasy world. She had just hopped into the shower and was letting the hot water cascade over her nubile body. She thought back to Simon, to the role he had played in her dream, the dominant master to her submissive self. She closed her eyes and imagined him standing over her, taking in her naked body, restraining her so that she was totally immobile and then forcing himself into her.
Such thoughts had crossed her mind before, but rarely had they been about Simon, and never had they been so strong. She reached towards her breasts and pinched her nipples with the tips of her fingers, imagining that the sensation she felt was of her half-brother applying clamps rather than the boring reality in which she was merely pleasing herself. She left one hand upon a breast, clamping her nipple even harder whilst the other she let slide down her lithe young body towards her pussy. For a moment she felt a flash of guilt, she knew it was wrong to fantasize such things but she couldn’t help it and her guilt quickly faded as she allowed her fingers to rub slowly up and down her lips, from the tip of her clit to the base of her pussy and towards her asshole.
She could barely stand the anticipation that she was creating and plunged two of her fingers in to her pussy whilst allowing her other hand to pinch her nipple even harder. The force of these two actions forced her onto her knees and she pictured herself kneeling before her brother, his cock poised to enter her mouth; it was all that she could bear. Her orgasm hit her with the force of a bullet, she leant forward to rest her head on the side of the shower, hot water still pouring over her crumpled body as she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy allowing herself an intense orgasm.
Eventually it subsided and Amy stood up before turning off the water and standing motionless in the shower cubicle as some of the beads of water dripped from her pert young body. She shook herself before turning her head and squeezing some of the moisture out of her long, dark, hair and stepping out onto the towel she had laid on the floor. She picked another towel from the rail and quickly dried herself before replacing her silk robe, still her only garment, and returning downstairs where she expected to find the rest of her family.
Part Five
The rest of the day passed as uneventfully as any Sunday afternoon would. After a large dinner the three had slumped in front of the TV until it was eventually time to go to bed.
The next morning Amy woke early and headed downstairs. She noticed that her mother had already left for work- her car was not in the driveway- so decided to sit at the kitchen table and read the paper that was left here from the day before. It was soon clear to Amy that she would be unable to concentrate on the paper and instead she thought of events that had transpired during the previous weekend. So many revelations had occurred, some involving secrets that her mother had revealed and others seemed more like secrets that Amy had managed to keep from herself. A desire to submit that had manifested itself in fantasies of her half-brother and a connection with her mother over their sexual similarities.
Before long Amy’s thoughts were fixed upon the ottoman in her mother’s room. When she had first glanced upon its contents she had been so shocked but now she was curious to give them all a closer inspection. For a while she remained in the Kitchen, toying with herself whether or not it was okay to go looking through her mother’s things. Eventually, however, she decided that it was fine to do so, reasoning that her mother had lied to her for so long about the box that to take another look would do no harm, especially as she had seen its contents already.
She headed up to her mother’s room, attempting to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake her brother. She slid the door gently open and stepped into the room, closing it as quietly as she could behind her.
She practically dove towards the chest and pulled at the oak lid that provided the only obstacle to what lay inside. It was locked, obviously, and for a moment Amy felt as though the ottoman would have to remain closed. It dawned on her that her mother probably had the key hidden somewhere near the chest itself and instinctively her gaze was drawn towards her mother’s bedside table and the drawer that lay beneath it. She pulled it open and stared at its contents for a moment searching around for something that resembled a key.
She looked over every inch of the drawer but found nothing; she was about to close the drawer when she noticed, hidden at the very back, a small tin. She pulled the drawer clean out of the table and placed it onto the bed before prying the tin out from its depths and placing it on the bed beside the discarded drawer. She placed her fingers around the edge of the lid and closed her eyes. The lid popped off easily and slowly, but surely, Amy looked down to see if her efforts would be rewarded. They were.
Inside the tin lay an ornate key and the vibrator that had been on her mother’s bed the night before. The excitement of what she was doing was beginning to get to her and she momentarily lost herself as she raised the vibrator up to her face and sniffed it. She could tell it had been cleaned since her mother had last used it but despite this she was still able to smell something of her mother on the short rubber shaft. For a moment she felt a little disgusted by what she had just done but it soon faded as she realized the smell had made her a little wet and she was alone so it didn’t really matter.
She placed the vibrator onto the sheets beside the tin and removed the key. She was fairly certain that it was this key that fitted into the ottoman’s lock. She turned towards the chest and thrust the key into the hole, it fit perfectly, she turned it clockwise feeling resistance at first before the lock finally gave way and the key turned with a satisfying ‘click.’
Her excitement was reaching a crescendo as she placed her hands under the lid and lifted it up with all her might. It opened with a small thud as the lid rested against the wall and the contents of the chest were revealed once more for Amy to see.
She spent almost twenty minutes inspecting all the gear, imagining each item in use and fantasizing what it would be like to have them used to restrain and punish her own young body. Eventually the anticipation grew to be too much and Amy decided that she would try some of the toys out.
She reached towards a ball gag, something she had heard about but never before seen. She placed the red ball into her mouth, summoning all her strength to open her jaw wide enough to take it. Eventually she got it to fit and tied the strap tightly behind her head. She enjoyed the sensation that it gave, her Jaw was already becoming strained under the pressure and she knew that with time the sensation would become exponentially more intense. She tried to talk but was only able to let out strange noise, her tongue was almost immobile and with her teeth pressed tight against the ball she was unable to say anything that would be decipherable save perhaps a simple “yes” or no.”
She looked back into the chest for something else to try out, leaving the ball gag in for now. As she leant in to look for something new she felt a small streak of saliva from the gag roll down her chin. She imagined for a moment how she must look like, she felt as though she would look utterly ridiculous but this notion only added to her arousal. Soon her gaze was fixed upon the collar that her mother had worn the night before. She wasted no time in pressing it roughly onto her neck and fastening it tightly behind her. The restriction if gave her was so much more intense than her tie had done before and when coupled with the gag she felt as though even simple tasks, like breathing, were being quickly made into labours that she would have to concentrate to do properly.
With the gag and the collar both securely fastened she could feel her arousal growing. She wasted no time diving back into the box to collect the cuffs that she had once seen on her mother’s bed. Excitedly she fastened them to her wrists and ankles, she felt amazing in all this gear but she was curious to see how she looked. She shed her silk robe and walked her naked body through to the en suite bathroom to admire herself in her mother’s dress mirror.
At first she felt a little uneasy at seeing herself like this but that uneasiness faded as she looked up and down her body and took in every last piece of the picture. She noticed that her pussy, which she kept closely shaven, was burning red, she placed a hand between her legs and felt as though she could feel heat radiating from her pussy, she was certainly aroused but had no idea that she could aroused so much that it was visible.
She headed back into the bedroom and had another look in the chest, removing a couple more things from inside and placing them onto the bed. She hopped up onto the bed and inspected her latest finds. The first was a set of nipple clamps, two in all connected by a small metal chain, looking at them reminder her of the fantasy she had enjoyed the previous day of her brother using them on her whilst dominating her, she wished that she could live the fantasy but for now the clamps alone would do, her brother would have to wait. She attached the first one to her right nipple, amazed at how strongly it clamped down on her sensitive bud. She winced a little initially before through controlled breathing she managed to deal with the pain. She wasted little time in attaching the second one, bracing herself for similar pain, this time making her eyes water and more saliva pour down her chin and onto her chest.
She knelt on the bed for a moment before shaking her body, letting the chain pull the clamps enough to cause more discomfort without detaching them from her sensitive nipples. She stopped and caught her breath before searching for the next item, which she had discarded on the bed somewhere. She reached around for a while before finding what she was looking for. A small butt plug was another toy she had instantly recognized, it was something she had never used before, daring only ever to slip a single finger into her puckered opening but she had decide that today she would go no- holds- barred in her attempt to please herself.
She reached around behind herself and pointed the plug upwards before leaning back onto its tip. Her kneeling position turned out to be the best position for the job and she was able to push the plug into her asshole simply by leaning as much of her wait back onto the device as she felt possible. It resisted at first but eventually her ass seemed to give in and accept it in one quick motion, she shuddered as she felt it enter but immediately enjoyed the new sensation of a toy up her ass, one which would keep her arousal up without any need for physical stimulation.
After such a long preparation Amy was looking forward to the grand finale with almost baited breath. She had spent so long preparing herself that her jaw was aching from the pressure of the gag and her cuffs were beginning to feel heavy around her wrists and ankles. She wanted nothing more but to orgasm and knew exactly how she was going to get it. She reached back towards her mother’s discarded vibrator and turned it on to its medium setting.
She listened to the gentle hum that it emitted and waited for as long as she could bear, allowing the noise to tease her ever closer to her orgasm. She rubbed the humming device up and down the length of her pussy lips, shivering as she did, her twitching muscles almost mimicking the buzz of the vibrator. She pushed it slowly into her moist pussy and slid it slowly back and forth whilst allowing her free hand to rub slowly at her engorged clit. She felt lucky that she had not already orgasmed as she continued the assault upon her womanhood. With each passing moment her muscles became tenser and her body became moistened with sweat. Her skin was flushing read and her breathing became laboured behind the gag the sides of which were drenched with saliva.
She must have continued like this for almost ten minutes before she realized that her orgasm was not coming, the climax that she had rushed towards would not arrive. She dropped the vibrator onto the bed and pondered for a moment, still dressed in all her bondage regalia. She couldn’t think why this was happening; it never had before, why now? When she was preparing for what she had anticipated would be her most powerful orgasm to date.
She racked her brains trying to find a solution but only one came to mind. She thought of her mother, how she used these things to remind her of her husband, a man who had once dominated her. Amy realized that without a master these shackles were meaningless, they may as well have been empty. But she also knew that she needed to orgasm and she needed to orgasm soon, the pressure was unbearable and she could find only one solution. Normally she would have known better than to go looking for her brother but at the moment she was robbed of her senses, she was like a bitch in heat. She stepped off the bed and walked slowly towards the door. The sensation of the clamps on her nipples and the plug in her ass were totally alien to her and moving magnified their intensity significantly. Slowly but surely she was able to reach her brother’s bedroom where she found him still sleeping beneath the sheets.
She was initially unsure as to how she should wake her brother, and she was equally unsure as to how she was going to persuade him that he wanted her as much as she needed him. She decided that in order to wake her brother subtlety was unnecessary and opted to turn on his radio. As soon as he woke she turned the radio off and awaited her brother’s reaction.
At first he didn’t notice that anyone was in his room, he seemed a little groggy as he scanned his horizons. His head scanned his surroundings passing directly through his sister before he did a double take, a sat wide eyed in amazement. “What the Hell?” he said, sitting rigidly on the bed.
There was no reply, the ball gag made sure of that, he sat motionless for a while before leaning in towards his sister and removing the gag. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked again, breathing heavily with the shock.
“I’ve come for you,” she said simply, “I need you.”
“You need me?” he said as he threw a sheet over his sister’s exposed body.
“Yes,” she said calmly, although not making eye-contact, “I need you to use me.”
“What?” asked Simon, still shocked at what had greeted him as he woke. “Why are you dressed like this?” he added.
“I was going through mom’s ottoman and getting a feel for her lifestyle. I want to submit to you, I want you to use me.”
“I can’t” he said, almost in a whisper.
“Why not?” asked Amy as she knelt on the edge of the bed and crawled slowly towards him.
“Because you’re my sister,” he replied edging further back towards the headboard.
“Half-sister,” corrected Amy.
“It’s still wrong.”
“But I need it,” she said, still advancing.
“Well whatever it is you need, I can’t give it to you.”
“Are you telling me that you’ve never fantasized about me? Never masturbated over thoughts of me?”
“That’s different.” He said nervously, he had run out of room to withdraw and his sister was slowly approaching.
“Because this time you can really have me, I’m offering myself to you, whenever you want me, day or night just take me now.”
“It’s wrong Amy,” he added, allowing his morals to override his desires.
“Who’s going to know?” she asked, as she leant in towards him. He looked scared, perhaps not from what was happening but from what he feared would happen soon. She kissed him softly on the lips and closed her eyes. They kissed for a moment before she withdrew. “Surely that deserves punishment?” she questioned.
Simon looked at his sister’s face, there was no denying it’s beauty, she was the mirror of her mother and as attractive as any young woman could be. His doubts were screaming in his head, he knew that he couldn’t allow anything to happen between him and his sister but he felt as though he wanted it and his sister really did look as though she needed him. “Stay here,” he said as he slipped off the bed and out into the hallway.
“Where are you going?” asked an anxious Amy.
“Just stay there and shut up,” returned Simon, adding a forceful air to his voice. He walked into his step-mom’s room where he suspected he would find this ottoman he had been told about. His eyes were immediately drawn to the box; he had never seen it open before. He reached into the jumble of ropes, cuffs, clamps and whips and removed a leather riding crop from within.
He headed back towards his bedroom, still a little uneasy about what he was about to do but the Dom in him was taking over and he felt as though he could keep some degree of control if he was careful. He entered his room to find his sister laying sprawled on his bed, staring intently towards the door.
“Kneel,” he said, making sure there was no doubt in his sister’s mind that he meant business.
She followed his order to the letter and knelt bolt upright, facing her brother with her head bowed slightly in subservience.
“Shuffle this way a little,” he said, beckoning his sister towards the foot of the bed.
She followed this command with similar gust and was soon facing her brother, now less than a foot away from him.
“Turn around.” He ordered, indicating with his finger that she turn away from him. Again she followed the command without hesitation. When she had finished he gave another order. “I want you to lean your head down onto the bed so that your cheek is on the sheets and your ass is in the air.”
She did so without hesitation; allowing her brother a far better view of the butt plug that was straining her asshole.
Now that he had her where he wanted her he decided to lay down some rules. “I want you to remember that you came to me so what I say goes.” He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully and revelling in the experience of issuing his ultimatum. “You are not to speak to me unless I address you directly. I don’t mind helping you get off, but for now I’m not going to fuck you, if you want that then you’ll have to earn it. And… this is most important; if you want me now then you have to accept that whenever I want you I only have to order and you will obey; do I make myself clear?” he asked sternly.
“Yes,” replied Amy, meekly.
“Yes, what?” he added.
“Yes Sir,” Amy corrected.
“Are these terms acceptable to you?” “Yes Sir.”
“Good,” he paused for a moment, allowing his sister to suffer with the unknown for a moment. “Touch your pussy,” he said.
Amy reached her free hand and pushed it up her body towards her pussy.
“Now,” said Simon, “You are going to rub yourself, and I am going to whip you with this riding crop here,” as he said this he landed the crop onto one of Amy’s milky white butt cheeks with a deafening crack. “If you don’t cum before my arm gets tired then you’re out of luck because I won’t be helping you get off again this morning and from now on you aren’t allowed to get yourself off without my prior permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” Amy replied.
“I don’t see any rubbing going on.” He threw the crop back down onto her buttock, almost exactly where the first strike had landed. This shocked Amy into action and she began to rub her pussy vigorously.
Simon watched for a moment, her hand sticking out between her legs was causing her whole body to wobble ever so slightly and the butt plug seemed to be twitching in her tight little asshole. He would have loved to pull the thing out and lunge his cock deep between those cheeks, but for now he held strong and continued with the whipping.
At first he planted the crop with devastating force all over her ass, taking his time between each strike to allow the crop to shock his sister each time he thrust it down. He enjoyed the quiet yelp that escaped her lips when he struck her and it seemed as though the anticipation was almost as enjoyable to her as the crop itself.
He decided to change his pattern a little and rather than landing occasional smacks with extreme force he opted to constantly whip her, not giving her any time to recover between each hit. With the crop he pummelled her ass and the backs of her thighs, allowing his body to take on a kind of rhythm that made the action seem almost effortless. Occasionally he would aim for the butt plug and send a shock down its length into his sister’s ass, other times he flailed at the soles of her bare feet which curled up in defence only to have his efforts redirected towards her thighs and buttocks.
Before long her skin was burning red in reaction to his blows and she was rubbing her pussy with more force than ever before. “I want you to ask permission before you cum.” Said Simon.
“P-Please c-c-can I cum, mas-ter?” she moaned, clearly very close.
“Go ahead,” he replied before landing one final smack of the whip onto the exposed plastic of her butt plug. He stepped back and enjoyed the show as his sisters body shook and writhed in ecstasy, a powerful orgasm flooding through her veins and infiltrating every inch of her body. Her toes curled as she lifted her feet towards her ass and let her had fall heavily onto the bed. She regained control of herself and lowered her feet back down, allowing herself to remain motionless, her ass still pointing into the air, blotched red with the force of her brothers punishment.
Simon decided that this was no place to stop. The exertion had made his chest glisten with sweat and through his thin cotton trousers his erection was clear, he needed relief now as much as his sister had needed it ten minutes before. “Get up,” he said, forcefully. He had an idea.
He remembered that his sister’s bed had a metal frame that would make the perfect location to tie her down properly. “Go through to your room and sit on your bed.” He said, not waiting to make sure she was obeying before leaving the room himself and heading towards his step-mom’s room to collect more things.
He looked through the ottoman for the proper restraints and had no difficulty in finding them. He picked them up in hauled them towards his sisters room where he found that his new slave had followed his orders to the letter and was sat on her bed waiting for him.
“Put your legs forward.” He ordered as he dropped the bundle of restraints. He removed a silk rope from amongst the items and placed it on the bed. His sister followed his command without hesitation and he was able to set to work restraining her. He took her left ankle in his hand and tugged it closer to the foot of the bed, not caring for the feelings of his slave. He hooked the first length of rope through the metal loop on her cuff and then secured it to the bedpost. Without hesitation he grabbed hold of her right ankle and did the same. “Try and wriggle free,” he said, looking at his sister intently.
She followed his command but was unable to escape. He noticed the movement of the nipple clamp and decided to have a little fun. He knelt onto the side of the bed and reached for the chain that connected the two clamps before pulling it gently towards his so the chain was a taught as it could be without pulling the clamps from the nipples they restrained. “Pull back.” He ordered.
His sister immediately obeyed and pulled her body away from her brother, the clamps pulling her nipples as far as they would go before finally popping painfully off. “I guess we’ll keep this off for now,” said Simon, satisfied with his sister’s performance and taking a sadistic delight in the quiet way in which she bore the pain whose signature was written across her face.
He returned to his bundle of restraints and walked beside the bed with another length of rope. “Arm,” he said simply as he stood to his sister’s side. She complied and reached out towards him. He took the arm and pulled it behind his sisters back and fastened it to the metal frame of the bed head, he knew that this position would probably a bit of a strain on her shoulders but ultimately, he reasoned, that was the whole point. He returned to the bundle and collected the last rope before making his way towards his sister’s only unrestrained arm. She handed it up to him without waiting for his command and he quickly fastened it to the frame behind her.
He took a step back and admired his handiwork. His sister was sat on her bed with her ankles spread and fixed to the frame at the foot of the bed, as close to the mattress as was possible. Her arms had been pulled behind her body and were both tied to the top of the bed head, allowing her barely any room for movement without sending immense pain through her thighs or shoulders. He moved to the foot of the bed and admired his work from another angle, his sister’s pussy was just above the sheets, burning red with passion and exposed to whatever his will dictated. Her bare breasts were hanging pertly on her chest, the nipples red and purple from the clamps. She looked intently into his eyes, unafraid of what was to come, and she just waited for his command.
He stepped onto the bed between his sister’s legs; his erection was clearly visible through his thin trousers and was level with his sister’s eye line. She stared intently at the bulge in his pants, waiting for what she suspected she would see next. He dropped his trousers without any hesitation and exposed his bare cock to his sister, it was as hard as it had ever been and was just about ready to burst. He grabbed it in his hand and rubbed it slightly, treating his slave to a tantalizing look of what she was about to receive.
He stepped a little closer to her, looking down towards her face, enjoying the feeling of her eyes staring directly at his manhood. He was so close that she could smell his arousal. He could bear the wait no longer and pointed his cock towards his sister’s mouth. Although she had not been given an order she knew what was expected of her and she pushed her lips around his girth. The feeling was like no other he had ever experienced, he had received blow jobs in the past but for some reason this one felt so much better, maybe she was just good at it, or maybe it was the psychological effect of the experience, she was after all his sister and he was restraining her and using her like a piece of meat.
Amy rolled her tongue around her brother’s cock as she thrust her head back and forth. She sucked hungrily at every last inch of it, desperate to please the man who was now not only her brother but also her lover and her master. Simon was approaching his orgasm fast and he placed a hand on the back of Amy’s head thrusting her with great force onto his cock, he would be unable to hold on much longer.
He withdrew from her mouth and she tried to recapture his manhood but he pulled away. He stood, tantalizingly close, and pumped his cock, his eyes fixed on his sister’s doe-eyed face. He felt his body begin to jerk as streams of hot cum spurted out onto his sister’s face. He stopped pumping for a while and let his body do the rest, his eyes closed and his knees buckled slightly.
His orgasm finished he pushed towards his sister, allowing her to clean up the mess that remained on his cock, eventually he pulled back again and wiped his cum-drenched hand down his sister’s reddened breast. “I’m going to get some breakfast now,” he said. “I’ll be about an hour, don’t clean yourself up.” He smirked to himself as he spoke the words, perfectly well aware that there was no possible way that she could have cleaned herself up, she was still tied down and there was no hope of escape.
He turned his back on his sister and dropped off her bed before pulling his cotton trousers back on. His cock was still bulging slightly behind the fabric but it was subsiding.
As he approached the door his sister spoke, “thank you master,” she said timidly.
“What did I say about speaking?” he asked, rhetorically. “I’m going to have to think of some way of punishing you when I get back.”
He turned his back and headed downstairs.
“Thank you,” whispered Amy.
