NO LONGER MY OWN

BY THE ONE
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Continued from “Emilie’s Dissent”

I drifted back into reality slowly at first, then I was jolted awake. I was bound spread-eagle to my bed with my wrists and ankles stretched to their limits. I was completely naked, and my crotch felt hairless. Totally. Like, not even one little hair. Someone stood in the darkness of my room, watching me.

“Hello, little sister,” said Alice, menacingly.

“Alice! What have you done to me?” I cried.

“Keep your voice down, you little whore.”

I was shocked. I began loudly, “Of all the-”

She lunged forward and shoved something in my mouth…something that felt like balled up lace…and buckled a ball gag around my head. I tried to speak, but when my tongue flexed the wad in my mouth started to slide down my throat. I had to cough and shake my head to get it safely back out of my airway. I couldn’t form any words due to the ball gag, but now I couldn’t even make any intelligible sounds since I had to use my tongue to hold onto what I presumed were rolled up panties. Probably Alice’s.

“Well,” she said softly, “We finally have a good long time to sit and have a nice, private, sister-sister talk. I heard today that you’ve been completely disregarding my rules. Is that true?”

I shook my head, a knot of fear and rage growing in my stomach.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded slowly.

“Well, your journal tells me otherwise.”

My eyes grew wide. She read my journal!? I growled through my disgusting gag and pulled against my bonds in a pointless effort to get at her.

“Allow me to quote you:,” she read, opening my journal – my personal journal! – and clearing her throat, “Today was the most wonderful day of my life! Eric and I finally admitted our feelings for each other, and after only a few minutes together, we had our first kiss! This quickly led to more and more. We must’ve been in that back room for hours, just touching and kissing. I swear we would’ve had sex if it had been more private. As it was, we were both naked from the waist up for a while. The way he looked at me…it just made me dizzy! Oh, I can’t stop thinking about him! I finally have a boyfriend! We’re trying to find a time when we can meet privately and take ALL our clothes off. I know he’s the one I want to give myself away to.” “Would you care to explain that little passage?”

I rolled my eyes and made a sound to try and show that – duh! – I couldn’t talk.

“Oh, right,” she laughed cynically, “I forgot. I did not forget, though, that I specifically told you that you were not allowed to date, kiss, make out, or anything else of a sexual nature unless it’s with my permission. Why did you disobey? Ah! You can’t talk! Oh well. The answer can be found in another part of your wonderfully informative journal. After talking all about Heather, you say… I promise I won’t be so easily controlled. This evening Alice told me I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend or kiss a guy or anything like that. She’s not Mom! She has no right to tell me how I can and cannot live my life! I should tell everyone about what they do. That’d wipe the grin off her face for good!” Is that how you truly feel?”

I nodded and made an angry noise.

“Well, I’m afraid I’ll soon break you of that. I suppose I have to. Everything I’ve read so far has been disobedience and unrest on your part. But the blatant disrespect comes when you write… Alice wouldn’t approve, but so what? What can she do to me? I’m too thrilled to care about her right now. That’s three strikes, Emilie. You’re out. Now I know what you’re thinking: ‘She can’t do anything to me!’ Right? Anyway, it doesn’t matter what you’re thinking. I have a rebellion on my hands, and it needs to be stopped. Here. Now. Tonight. I’ll show you just how much I can do to you.”

I stared back at her with fire in my eyes.

“Defiant to the end. How like you. How like me…” She reached down and picked up something that looked like leather lingerie. I couldn’t see clearly in the darkness. “Unfortunately for you, I’m the only one allowed to be defiant and in control. You…” she opened the front of the leather thing, “…are to be a good little girl and obey my every wish and command. And good little girls can’t have those thoughts of revolution polluting their minds, can they?”

I seethed at being called ‘good little girl.’ I glared fiercely at her as she slipped the leather thing under me until it could be drawn closed around my waist and torso. I realized with a sick feeling that it was a corset.

“Exhale,” she ordered. I didn’t. She punched me in the stomach without warning, and while my muscles reeled she closed the corset around my waist and pulled the buckles TIGHT. I gasped for air and whimpered. She kept closing the buckles all the way up the hateful thing until my whole torso from my waist to my breasts was squeezed unbelievably tightly. I could barely breathe. Tears ran from my eyes. She didn’t seem to notice as, to my horror, she tightened the corset further by pulling four leather straps attached to the side to bear with metal D-rings on the other side. She secured them with padlocks. My waist was being squeezed now more than ever, and I knew this was the feature of the corset that, if worn over time, would reshape my body into a perfect Victorian-era appearance. I hope bitterly that that wasn’t what she had in mind for me. I could feel cramps already beginning.

“There now,” she said, finished, “We’ll start with a little corset training. This is just one of three punishments I will demonstrate to you here. In the future, whenever you disobey, I will choose one of them and administer it to you.”

I whimpered in response.

“Tonight, that’s for starting a relationship against my instructions.”

I stared at her as if to say “There’s more?”

“Your second strike: disregard for my authority.” She held my head still and buckled a posture collar around my neck that forced my head up so all I could see was the ceiling. I couldn’t see any of what was happening to my body. The collar was pulled tighter, further restricting my breathing.

“There,” Alice said, “Comfy?”

I whined from the discomfort of the squeezing corset and the choking collar. It was in vain, though, and I felt Alice’s fingers fiddling with something on the front of my collar. I heard a metallic click, and felt a padlock dangling from what I guessed was another D-ring locking strap. I pleaded for release with a whimper. If only I could talk!!

“Now, Emilie,” she said, “You see…or rather feel…my second option for punishing you: posture collar! The strictest one I could find. It’ll shape your attitude up pretty quick, I think.”

“Uhnnn!” I moaned.

“And now for the third choice…”

She levered me up into the air and slid something under me that felt like smooth PVC plastic. It closed around my hips, and I felt it being locked on. It pulled my butt into a tight form.

Alice slid her hands under my shoulders and hoisted me a little bit off the bed so I could look at my new fixture without having to remove the collar.

“That,” she explained, “Is a chastity device made of refined PVC. It will never break, and hardly even scratches. It will form your butt into a nice shape, in addition to a few other features. Right now, there are two open holes in the crotch: one lined up with your clit so you can pee and one lined up with your ass to…well…do what we all must do out that end. But, I am holding the attachments that came with it.” She waved two dildo-like things in my face. “They are twin vibrators with adjustable settings all the way from light pleasure to a good hard fucking. If I so choose, I can plug you up with them, and lock them in. You won’t be able to go to the bathroom at all, and I have a remote control so I can have mastery of your body up to three hundred yards away, even through walls! And tonight, I will show you just what I mean.”

I pleaded and cried, but she let me fall back onto the bed and so I lost all view of her or my body. I felt the vibrators cruelly entering me, and felt little locks being turned with a key that she dangled in front of my eyes.

“You are now my little slave,” she said coolly, “You cannot move, you can barely breathe, and I control your stimulation. You are mine.”

No! I would never be hers! I am my own person! I am not property! I stared at her as she leaned over me so I could see her, my eyes ablaze with hatred.

“Oh, you silly, stupid girl,” she laughed humorlessly, “Will you never learn?”

I continued glaring at her.

“Oh well. I warned you.” She unlocked the corset, pulled the D-ring straps several notches tighter by bracing her knee against my side and pulling with all her strength, and re-locked them. She tightened the collar, and replaced the lock. Tears fell from my eyes as I fought for air. I now pleaded with my eyes and my voice that I was sorry, that I wanted release in the worst way. Her expression was cold.

“Too late for that, Emilie. But I see it takes pain and suffering to break you. Now that you’re in that desperate state, I’ll keep you in it forever with these…”

She produced two golden bracelets that looked far too small to slide onto my wrists. She turned on a flashlight and shined it on them, moving them closer to my eyes. They were each engraved with a beautiful, swirling pattern. But no…it wasn’t just a pattern. It was words! Very elegantly inscribed words! After a moment, I could focus enough to read them. One said “Alice, My Mistress.” The other read “Lisa, My Mistress.” I looked at her with a disbelieving expression. Was Nikki’s fate to be mine as well? To be identified forever as a slave?

“You know what these are. They identify you as our property in a way that makes you feel as if you’ve admitted it by wearing them. They contain alerts and GPS locators that will contact my cell phone with an alarm if you somehow manage to get them off. They also allow me to see, at any given time, where you are.

Then she inserted a tiny key into the sides, and they popped open. She closed one around each of my wrists, and clicked them shut.

“They are on you forever, Emilie. They cannot be removed unless I use this little electronically coded key, and unlike Nikki, you have no incentive of being good and earning your freedom. Nikki’s slavery is terminable. Yours is infinite.”

It was unbelievable. Was I really her property, just by wearing the bracelets?

She said slowly in a voice dripping with lust, “You are mine.”

With that, she kissed me slowly on the cheek and left. I was too stunned to struggle in her absence. I just lay there. My mind was numb, as if the bracelets hypnotized me. I felt the crushing embraces of the collar and corset, and the unpleasant feeling of the vibrators inside me, locked on just like everything else, erasing the old Emilie and rewriting an entirely new mentality and purpose in life. Sexual servitude to my own sister. “Nikki’s slavery is terminable. Yours is infinite.” Her words echoed in my mind.

A tear slid down my cheek as I stared up at the darkness of my room. So it wasn’t a game anymore. It was a lifestyle. It was the only lifestyle.

The vibrators leaped to life inside me, set to full throttle by Alice and her remote control across the hall. I fought it as long as I could. I thought about my own friends, the good times we’d had, how I was independent and free. I thought of my hatred for Alice. I thought of…suddenly nothing as a pleasure-less orgasm rocked my helpless body.

Several minutes later, another passed. Then another. And another, for what seemed to me like hours. Finally the vibes shut off. I was left gasping pitifully for air and crying. But I felt strange.

I felt oddly harnessed and under Alice’s control. I didn’t want to be. But at the same time I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it now. The battle for my freedom was over. I had lost. I felt myself slipping away, into a world where I was no longer happy, fun-loving Emilie. I was Emilie, who had to act as she was told to act, and do what she was instructed to. I was Emilie, who was placed in invisible, psychological bonds in the forms of two bracelets. I was Emilie, whose pain and pleasure were controlled by her sister. I was still Emilie. But I was no longer my own.