Mom and Dad had gone away for the night and left my Brother Dean in charge. He was 15 and I was 11 and I had no idea what he had planned for me.

Mum had left dinner for us and after dinner Dean sent me upstairs to have my bath, promising that afterwards I could stay up late and watch a film.

After the bath I went to my bedroom wrapped in a towel only to find all of my clothes gone. Every drawer was empty and my wardrobe too. Shocked I called down to my Brother but there was no answer.

Walking down the stairs I found him in the lounge, in front of the telly, a big smile on his face.

"Where are my clothes Dean," I asked?

"I took them away," he told me. "If you do as you're told I will let you have them back."

"Do as I'm told," I asked?

"Yeah. If you do what I want you too then, when we finish, you can have your clothes back but if you don't then I'll invite a couple of my friends around for the night," he explained.

Still not understanding what he meant I stood there with the towel wrapped tightly around myself as he pulled out a magazine and held it out to me. Taking it from him I pulled the towel tighter around me as I saw him looking towards where it had slipped open.

Looking down at the magazine I found myself looking at the picture of a young girl, tied naked on a bed, a clothes peg on each nipple and a big red ball filling her mouth.

As I stood there in shock I felt my Brother put his arm around me and guide me to the settee. He turned the page and there was the same girl but this time her wrists were tied behind her and tied to her ankles so that she was bent backwards.

"Wouldn't you like me to play with you like that," Dean asked? "I'd sure love to have you helpless like that to play with."

This was Dean my older Brother, who had been my protector ever since I went to school, telling me he wanted these things.

I was confused. I had always done whatever he told me to, after all he was my big Brother but now he was asking me to do things I had never even heard of, let alone considered.

Mistaking my silence for a refusal, Dean's manner changed.

"If you don't stand in front of me right now and drop that towel I will phone some of my mates and they will come round and make you do it," he warned. "Then you'll have three or four of us to satisfy. You have ten seconds to make up your mind!"

I looked from the magazine to my Brother. I honestly hadn't thought to refuse what he wanted anyway. I was just shocked. I always did as he wanted and it intrigued me that he wanted to see me tied up and helpless.

"Times up," he said reaching for the phone and pausing.

I quickly stood and moved around in front of him, hesitating, then let go of the towel. I felt it as it slid off my shoulders, down my back and into a pile around the back of my feet, leaving me standing there naked, unsure of what to do with my hands.

"Hands behind your back," Dean ordered, solving that problem for me.

Feeling myself blush as his eyes travelled over my body I watched as his gaze ran from my small breasts down to my almost hairless pussy and back up again. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair and adjusted the front of his trousers as his expression changed from being cross to one of pleasure.

As I stood there waiting I felt pleased that he was happy with me but anxious as to what he planned to do next.

From under a cushion he produced some thin cord and ran it through his hands thoughtfully as he smiled at me. "Turn around," he ordered and when I did he pulled me backwards by my hands so that he could tie them from where he sat on the sofa.

I couldn't see him wrapping the cord around them but I felt it as he tightened the loops with my palms pressed together and after passing the cords between my wrists several times, knotted them tightly.

Now he stood behind me as he wrapped more cord around my elbows, slowly drawing them together. I cried out as he tightened the cord till they actually touched but he just tied a knot to keep them there.

Now he turned me around and studied the effect this had on my breasts. They were thrust forward as if I was offering them to him and I felt my nipples tingle under his stare.

I half hoped that he would reach out and touch them but instead he looked up a picture in his magazine and returned to run three strands of cord, tightly around my body just above my breasts and then three more, just as tightly below them. These were so tight I could feel them restricting my breathing.

My breasts were now pinched between the two sets of cords but this was to be only the beginning. Now Dean tied some more cord around the two cords holding my breasts just by the side of my left breast, tying the two cords together and pinching them even more. The cord then went over the back of my neck and was fastened in the same way beside my right breast. Not content with this he then tied a short cord between my two breasts bringing the cords together there as well.

Now my breasts were forced out from my chest, my puffy nipples swollen and aching as my Brother studied his handiwork. A groan escaped me as sharp pains seemed to came from everywhere at the same time.

Dean turned me around studying me from every angle before pulling out some more cord and tying a slipknot in it.

"Suck your tummy in," he ordered and as I did he slipped this cord around my waist and pulled tightly. "More," he ordered and made it another inch tighter before knotting it behind my back, then around my wrists, fixing them against my body.

Apart from the pain the cords around my tummy gave me they also had the effect of pushing my chest out even more and causing more pain to my pinched breasts.

As Dean brushed against me I glanced down and was amazed to see the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. Seeing where I was looking he stopped to rub his hand over it as he studied me again.

"Kneel down now," he told me and his hands felt hot against my cool skin as he helped me, as I knelt on the carpet. Taking a cord with knots tied in it he fastened it to the one around my tummy and reached between my legs to pull it up from behind, his arm brushing against by pussy as he did. As he pulled the cord tight I felt it slip between the lips of my pussy and cut up into my bum until he pulled it really tight and tied it off around my wrists.

As I wriggled I could feel the knots against my clit, setting off all kinds of strange new feelings inside me but I tried hard not to let Dean see how much I was enjoying this in case he stopped.

Now Dean laid me face down on the carpet, squashing my sensitive breasts beneath me and bringing new moans of real pain from me. He tied a cord to each ankle and bent my legs right back, tying them off to the cords around my wrists before pulling me over to lay face up towards him, my own weight adding to the pain in my aching limbs.

I became aware of how much planning had gone into this as he fetched a small tennis ball with a cord passed through it to act as a gag and began working it into my mouth. It wasn't easy but at last he had forced it behind my teeth and I knew that I'd never get it out without his help. Still he made sure by tying it tightly behind my head.

With my jaw stretched to breaking point and all of my limbs hurting I looked up at my smiling Brother and saw the pleasure on his face. I knew that this wasn't going to be the only time we did this but I still shuddered in fear when I saw him pick up the packet of clothes pegs...