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Subject: {ASSM} Visits, Part 1  by Thndrshark (MF/f, BD, SM, Tor, slavery...)
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Date: Tue, 19 Oct 2004 22:10:04 -0400
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The Beginning

     "Hey, Mark," Jake said as he opened the door. "Thanks for
stopping by." I shook my best friend's hand firmly, realizing I
wouldn't be seeing him for some time.
     "I had to stop and say goodbye one more time. It's going to be
weird not hanging out with you." For a moment, as I walked into their
house, we both reflected. We had graduated from high school together a
year ago, both having decided to take a year off, me to save money and
Jake to setup his new house. That year had passed and now I was
finally off to college across the country. Jake had bought a house out
of town with the inheritance money his grandfather had left him, and
had no plans of going to school, at least not yet.
     As he led me into the living room of the large wood and rustic
home, I cautiously looked for Tawney, my little sister. Jake had
practically grown up with her as well, though he claims he barely
noticed her until his Junior year. She was two years younger than us,
having just graduated from high school herself. I still felt weird
that she and Jake had gotten together, though it turned out they
seemed to be made for each other.
     As Jake motioned for me to make myself comfortable, and sat
himself, he lifted a small bell on the side table, ringing it. I
looked to the kitchen and watched as Tawney reluctantly approached. I
had always thought my sister was cute, and as we both reached our
teens, we had explored a little sexually together, but nothing to make
the censors panic. Mostly innocent "you show me and I'll you show"
stuff. I hadn't really thought of her as a sexy girl, though most of
my friends did, and took extra effort to let me know how hot she was.
I actually was sure that a few of the guys that hung out with me did
so just to see her more often. When she and Jake started hanging out
together our Junior year, I didn't notice much, but soon I realized
they had something uniquely in common. As kids we used to play cowboys
and Indians a lot, largely because Tawney would want to be an Indian
maiden that I could capture. I remember her criticizing me for my rope
ties, telling me she could get out too easy. I knew then that she was
into bondage and when I discovered Jake was warm to the idea himself,
they seemed perfect for each other. I just couldn't get over the idea
that she had decided to become a real, fulltime slave to him.
     As she entered the room, I could see her fighting the urge to
slink off, until Jake commanded her.
     "Stand up properly." She quickly obeyed. That was the first time
I noticed her as someone other than my little sister. At 18 years old,
she was a 5'6" brunette elf of a girl, petite. She wore a schoolgirl's
outfit, with a very short skirt, sheer stockings, garter belt and very
high pumps. Her legs seemed to go for miles in those shoes,
disappearing into a barely-hidden round ass beneath the pleated skirt
that seemed just a suggestion of fabric hanging low on her hips. She
was wearing a tight white blouse that curved to the shape of her small
32C breasts, tying at the midriff to expose her flat, sexy stomach. I
think the shirt was two sizes too small, with her breasts pressing
hard against the fabric. The material was extra sheer as well, so I
could clearly see how round and lovely her chest was. Around her neck
she wore a snug leather collar with a tiny padlock holding it on. Her
hair was in pigtails, with bows that matched her skirt.
     "Say hello to your brother, Tawney," Jake ordered. Tawney
hesitated then dropped to her knees. It was evident that Jake had
taught her a unique way to greet male guests, but the thought that it
was her own brother made her hesitate. Jake wasn't pleased, reaching
out to spank her hard on her exposed ass cheek. "What are you waiting
for," he demanded. Tawney, her face flushing red, let her eyes drop as
she crawled over to me. Her head pressed against my closed knees until
I instinctively opened them. She pressed forward until her face was
against my crotch. I was sure she could feel my raging hard on, and
though I was embarrassed myself that this was my little sister, I
couldn't help my own hormones. She cautiously yet firmly kissed my
cock through my stretching jeans, then slid back and kissed my shoes.
     After greeting Jake in the same manner, she turned and kneeled at
his feet, knees spread, back straight, her wrists crossed behind her.
She was learning quickly.
     "When do you think you'll be back," Jake asked, absentmindedly
stroking Tawney's neck.
     "I doubt I can afford many trips. Probably next summer."
     "You have to promise to visit. You can see how quickly Tawney is
learning to be a proper submissive." I nodded, trying to hide my own
excitement at the concept. I could see her face flush in
embarrassment, knowing her brother would see her transformation into a
slave. I also knew that she liked it. As she and Jake began to date, I
had caught her in the bathroom one morning before school struggling to
push an anal plug up her ass. After we both got over our shock, she
had confided in me that it was more than just the bondage and
submission, but also the humiliation and degradation of it all that
turned her on. Jake was taking advantage of that early, commanding her
to do things most of her classmates would find unbearable. At first he
made her go to school without panties while wearing short skits. By
our Senior year, when Tawney was still only 16 years old, Jake had
begun sneaking her off to the city and hiring her out as a stripper,
and soon he had her doing bachelor parties as well, leading her into a
crowd of horny men in nothing more than a school girl outfit, on the
end of a leash. He was fully controlling her by her senior year, and
she loved every minute of it.
  
     Later that evening, after a nice dinner, which Tawney served to
us in her little outfit, she was left in the living room with me while
Jake went to pick out a couple good cigars. For what seemed like ages
we just sat there, me in a soft chair and her on the floor, kneeling,
her knees wide and wrists crossed behind her, chin lowered in that
submissive pose. I'm sure she was told to avoid eye contact unless
commanded, but that was probably a helpful rule now. I imagined she
was feeling my eyes on her, examining her and wondering what she was
getting in to. She was profile to me. I could see the curve of her
body, her gentle, delicate, crossed wrists and her long, dark hair
cascading over her shoulders, down her back. It was easy now to forget
she was related to me as my lust for this submissive woman kicked into
high gear. Just to interrupt my own stares, I broke the silence.
     "Pretty weird, huh," I said. For a second she hesitated, not sure
if I was talking to her. But soon she felt the silence grow and
realized she needed to respond.
     "What do you mean... sir?" I heard the awkwardness in her answer. I
was her brother, just a couple years older than her and someone she
used to spend hours harassing. Now her orders told her to refer to any
man as Sir. I could almost see her face flush.
     "You becoming a real slave. I mean, are you really into this?"
     "You know how much I like all this, M--, I mean, sir."
     "Yeah, but Jake can get pretty intense. He and I have talked a
lot about what his dreams are for a real slave girl. Whatever you
agree to, he'll give you more than you can expect." I could see her
thinking about this a little, her chin dropping a bit.  Knowing she
was breaking a rule, she turned her eyes to me. Her look was earnest
and I had trouble looking back.
     "I've dreamt of this for years, Mark. I'm not experienced enough
to know all the stuff that can be done, but I'm willing to take that
chance with Jake. I want to push my own limits, too." She held her
gaze just long enough to convey her need for approval, and a subtle
nod from me gave her what she needed. She smiled lightly, then turned
away, returning to her submissive mode. Jake's voice startled both of
us.
     "I finally found these awesome Cubans I've been saving!." 

 Year One

     The cab dropped me off at the gate and I slipped in when the door
buzzed. I waited for a few minutes, wondering if Jake were coming down
with a car, then just grabbed my one bag and headed to the house. The
driveway was a lit path nearly 1/2 a mile long, which reminded me just
how big their estate was. But the journey gave me time to prepare for
seeing my sister. Over the past year I had talked to Jake only via
email, and though I'd often ask how her training was going, he offered
little detail other than a casual "fine", before changing the subject
to a question about school. I wanted to strangle him for asking me
such mundane questions when all I wanted to hear about was Tawney's
slow transformation. As kids we had read many stories about extreme
submission. All, we were quite certain, were fiction but the images
they conjured up made both of us long for a beautiful young lady that
would give herself to us. My search had failed in the short time I
tried, but Jake had found his clay, so to speak, and I desperately
wanted to know how the molding was going.
     The long walk up the driveway took 10 minutes, but soon I was at
the house. I rang the doorbell, and quickly the door opened. Jake
grabbed me and gave me a hug.
     "Great to see you, Mark! Come in!" He grabbed my bag and pulled
me inside. I was glad to see him and tired from a long year at school.
His house and his friendship were a welcome sight.
     "I'm sorry I didn't meet you at the gate," he said, pulling me
into the living room. "I had to administer some punishment, as you'll
see. I can't put these things off. Training, you know." I nodded in
only partial understanding.
     "No big deal," I said, shaking his hand again. "I'm just glad to
see you."
     "Me, too." We both just smiled a minute longer as we savored the
moment, before he gestured to a chair for me to sit. "How about a
drink?"
     "Sure," I said. Jake grabbed the familiar bell again and rang.
This time, the sound of steps came sooner, though the walk was
strangely slow, with the sound of jingling accompanying it. I looked
to the doorway to see Tawney approaching, letting out a slight gasp of
surprise at the sight. Gone was the cute little girl of last time, or
of my childhood. Tawney was strangely tall and statuesque, and as I
looked at her feet, I could see why. Formed into a severe en pointe
position, the shoes she wore appeared seamless and form fitting. The
harsh point they formed seemed to also mold her thighs and legs into a
perfect shape. Wide steel cuffs, clearly custom fit to her ankles,
held a short three inch piece of chain between them, limited her steps
to tiny bits. Additional cuffs circled her thighs just above the knee.
These were locked together; a tiny pivot between them allowing enough
flex, but making each step even harder. Dangling from between her legs
two rubber inflation bulbs stuck out from between her thighs in the
back, hinting to more interesting things inside of her. Her waist was
constricted by a harsh leather corset, reducing her already slender
figure to a true hourglass shape. Jake caught my gaze.
     "17 inches," he offered. Her breasts seemed to have grown as
well, perhaps double in size to last year, and the sharp contrast
between tiny waist and larger breasts left a stunning image.
     "Even before you saw her last time, I put her on a breast
hormone," Jake said. "She's now a 32DD." They were large for her body,
their lovely shape bulging out to the sides, though unlike implants,
these seemed to carry the lovely slope that made a woman's breast so
wonderful. At the nipple, thick rings pierced the base, with shiny
rods sunk halfway along their length. At the end, tiny rings pierced
the tip, where similarly tiny bells dangled from short, delicate
chains, making the pleasant jingling sound I had heard earlier. I
couldn't see her arms at all, assuming they were pulled together
behind her.
     Tawney made her way into the room and caught my eye. I guess my
face said it all as my mouth hung open in awe. She blushed slightly,
returning her gaze downward. I couldn't help but examine each lovely
attribute my little sister now possessed. She was an amazing sight,
both statuesque and beautiful while also so changed and obviously
controlled. I could feel my head spin in excitement. Jake let me enjoy
her for a moment, then stood.
     "Turn around," he ordered, and Tawney quickly obeyed. As she did,
I could see that her elbows touched, locked together as closely as her
wrists. A wide steel collar, matching the others, was locked snuggly
to her neck. I was impressed by the craftsmanship as well as the
seemingly seamless nature of the metal. Jake released her arms,
chaining them back together in front of her with only a small piece of
chain between. As she got on her hands and knees to crawl to me, I
couldn't help but enjoy her new and amazingly lovely breasts that
dangled below her body, the tiny bells jingling for additional
attention. As she got closer, I caught sight of the thick nose ring
fit into her septum. Her long, soft hair fell across her shoulders as
she approached, pushing her head between my legs and kissing my once
again firm cock. This time she lingered a bit more, gripping my rock
hard member through the thin fabric of the dress pants I wore. I
gasped audibly as she did, looking down to see my quite modified
little sister with her head pressed against me. I could feel something
more than just her tongue and though I didn't want her to stop, I
reached down and pulled her chin up. I could see that Jake had also
pierced her tongue, a series of seven studs down either side as well
as a grommet near the tip, through which a thicker ring now dangled. I
let go of her face and she returned to nuzzling my cock as I struggled
to avoid releasing inside my pants. Thankfully (and disappointingly)
she pulled away soon, moving down to kiss my shoes as well. As she
crawled to Jake, I got a good shot of her bare crotch devoid of hair,
the two inflatable dildos pressed firmly inside of her, and now
sporting a ring from her clit.
     As she performed her ritual with Jake, I found my breath
shortening and my face flushing. I wasn't sure I was supposed to be
feeling these feelings of lust for my own little sister. But trained,
controlled and clearly modified as she was now, I had trouble
separating my passion for bondage and submission with the fact that my
own sibling was fulfilling this passion.
     Once she kneeled beside him, I was grateful that Jake put a stop
to the small talk. "Let's have dinner. I'm starving!" I nodded and
stood, following my friend into the other room, fighting the urge to
peek back at the clicking heels of my slavegirl sister.

     After a year of school I was glad that Jake had asked me to stay
for a month. I dreaded going home to my family and though I couldn't
escape for the entire summer, I could easily make an excuse to visit
my sister and best friend. For obvious reasons Tawney hadn't kept in
close contact with our family and I had become the go-between for
them. She had always had trouble getting along with our parents, thus
the situation wasn't unexpected. It wasn't until this visit that I
began to realize it would become nearly impossible for her to call
them anyway. In a brief attempt to talk with her in private, I
discovered the extensive tongue piercings had modified her speech
patterns to the point that she no longer liked to talk.
     Other than the idea that we had our own slavegirl to wait on us
and entertain any passing whim, the time with Jake was wonderful. His
property was expansive and I found I could just as easily take a long
walk through the grounds with nothing to disturb me as much as lay out
in the sun by the pool for hours on end. I found that Jake enjoyed my
use of the pool area and found ways to provide distractions when he
could. Often he would simply dress Tawny in several snug layers of
transparent rubber, then attach her nose ring to an overhanging chain.
As the sun beat down on her I would watch her both sweat profusely as
well as moan in discomfort from the intense heat that tended to build
up inside. Sometimes he would leave her unhooded and I could see the
tears pour from her eyes as she suffered clearly for me, and other
times he hooded her with rubber as well, adding to the torture. Then
the entertainment was watching her dance in her ballet heels as she
tried to turn away from the sun and its relentless pounding.
     On the first night of my visit, after we had enjoyed dinner, Jake
had shown me to a guestroom, a lavishly appointed suite that rivaled
not just my dorm room but nearly the entire dorm floor. It hadn't take
me long to fall to sleep, not only from the comfort of the soft sheets
but also from a year of intensive study that had lead me close to
exhaustion. Sometime during the night I remember having the most
wonderful dream, a continuation of short-lived experience at school
with a sorority girl. But soon the dream woke me and I could feel that
not all of it was my imagination. Beneath the sheets I could feel a
pierced tongue licking my already hard cock. I pushed back the sheets
to reveal Tawney. Still in corset and ballet heels, her otherwise
naked yet pierced body was between my legs. Her arms were bound behind
her, elbows touching as well as wrists, with her hands locked into a
tight ball of rubber. Clearly she had crawled in to the room, then
slid under the covers. As I looked down at her, she lifted her body up
to look back. I could see a strange mixture of humiliation and
submissiveness on her face and could certainly understand part of it.
Here was my little sister, who only a few years ago seemed so young
and innocent. Now, her body pierced and controlled, she was kneeling
between my legs, sucking her big brother's cock. I could see her eyes
welling up, and as we starred at each other, a single tear slid down
her cheek.
     "Master ordered me to pleasure you," she nearly whispered, her
voice now oddly lisping as the metal mounted in her tongue limited her
speech. I knew from the pleading look on her face that she half hoped
I would tell her to go away, so she could report to Jake that I had
refused her. I smiled, stroking her cheek gently, before slipping my
finger through her nose ring and yanking on it hard. She cried out in
pain.
     "Then what are you waiting for, slut," I demanded. "And who gave
you permission to be on my bed." I used her nose ring as a handle,
dragging her off the bed. She sank to her knees in pain and fear.
Releasing the piercing I slipped off the side of the bed, my legs now
straddling her.
     "Now let's see you give your big brother the best blow job he's
ever had." Tawney, her head lowered in defeat, sniffled back her tears
and lifted her tongue to my cock. As she slipped the head inside,
swirling the tip with her pierced tongue, I grabbed her hair on either
side of her head and forced her face all the way down onto my crotch.
She moaned in fear, but I could feel her tongue working feverishly.
She knew she had no choice but to obey.

End of Part 1


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