“You can’t be serious! This is less than a month from April’s Fools Day. It must be a joke!” I told my sister, who indeed seemed to have a hard time keeping a straight face.
“Nope, I’m in earnest. It’s a serious idea! I want this! I’m your sex slave, bro! I need this, you need this, and it’s going to happen. Just collar me, honey. Please! Lenny understands, don’t you, babe?” Karissa turned to her boyfriend, Leonard “Lenny” Miller, Jr.
“Absolutely, dear. Look, this is what my girlfriend needs. It’s fun for all of us. She’s still my girlfriend, but she’s your slave by her own volition, and so you might as well enjoy her,” Lenny told me, making my cock stiffen, even as I blushed a bit, especially in the presence of my girlfriend, Eva Nunez, who hadn’t spoken a word, just watched and listened while nursing her martini.
“And your thoughts, babydoll?” I asked Eva at last, using my favorite pet name for her.
Unexpectedly, Eva brightened up and told me, “Just do it, papi. Don’t think about it, don’t worry about it, don’t stress it or sweat it. Adam, honey, it’s quite simple. I love you. I love so you much that I want you with all the territory that comes with you, and that includes a long-standing sexual chemistry between you and your baby sister. I don’t want you to have any regrets in your life, things that you could have done, but didn’t due to me. This isn’t about my needs or Lenny’s needs. This is about your needs and Karissa’s needs.
“And, yes, it’s totally necessary that she be the submissive, because that’s what she is. She’s submissive. And she needs a Dom who will love her and take good care of her, one that she can love and trust. Well, she loves and trusts Lenny, but he’s no Dom and he’ll tell you that himself. To be honest, both Lenny and I find it a serious turn-on, the whole thing. We’ve discussed it more than once. We like bondage, whips, chains, etc. in the abstract, but we’re not really comfortable with facing the reality in terms of it affecting us directly. It’s kinky and hot, but it’s not something that we could actually do in real life ourselves.
“Add to that the incest, and God, that’s just steamy as hell! If this works, we could all live together as a household of sorts, if that’s okay with you, and we could have such fun, perhaps even benefit indirectly in some ways from your D/s relationship with Karissa. Come on, baby, just do it. Just claim and collar your sister. Make her your slut. This will not be deemed cheating by any of us, since it’s done with our freely and gladly given blessing.
“More important than anything else is that she needs this and I think that you do, too. I love you too much to ask you live without the love of a good woman, in this case your sister. You’re not a possession, but she is, or rather she wishes to be. Your possession. You want this, Karissa wants this, Lenny wants this, and I want this. So, how about it, papi? You in or out?”
It wasn’t just Eva’s bright, eager smile and question, nor Lenny’s obvious voyeuristic anticipation, but Karissa’s sweet, baby blue eyes, that finished off my doubts and scruples about claiming my sweet sister as my pain slut and sex slave, of course. Yes, I suppose that I should mention that part. Karissa didn’t just want to submit ... she wanted to be used, punished, hurt, and taken for my pleasure. Her eyes made it plain that she really craved and needed this, this thing that her boyfriend Lenny never could give her or do justice himself with it. She needed to become my property, my slave, my slut, my bottom ... my bitch!
“Very well, then, sis, but be careful what you wish for, because once you get it, there’s no turning back. Are you ready to sign away your freedom, sis? This is no joke. This is serious business and you know it. Are you ready for the consequences, slave? If you do this, it starts now and it never stops, so think long and hard about this. If you mean what you said, crawl to me and bring me your collar with your teeth. I will collar you, but once I do, I expect you to tear off your clothes and spend the rest of your life in the nude, wearing only what I please,” I warned Karissa, who gulped, licked her lips, and did exactly what I asked of her, including the teeth bit.
“Master, please ... please collar me!” Karissa begged me, her eyes very wide and eager as she knelt in front of me.
“Well, I am a man of my word, am I not? Very well, then. Prepare to be collared,” I told my sister.
So it was that I, in the full sight and presence of my girlfriend and her boyfriend, placed a collar around her neck, marking her as my slut. From now on, Karissa belonged to me, even though she would still date Lenny and I would stay with Eva. In fact, I wanted to keep Eva even more now. I had an idea, but I wasn’t sure how Eva would take it.
“Eva, have you thought of how this might affect our future relationship, if we have one? Most girlfriends tend not to want their boyfriends keeping their sisters as sex slaves, though thankfully, you’re clearly NOT most girlfriends. You’re an above average girlfriend as it is, let alone adding your sensible approach to sharing and your control of your jealousy. I would certainly like to keep you as a girlfriend, and I love the idea of us sharing a house.
“Even so, it’s not fair to Lenny that he probably wants to get married and now that’s out the window. I mean, it’s one thing for a girlfriend to be her brother’s sex slave, and it’s another thing for a wife to have a lover, but it’s illegal under the new Domestic Bondage Act here in Missouri for a slave to marry, isn’t it? This means that Lenny can’t marry Karissa, not now that she is a slave and will have to be registered with the Office of Voluntary Service. What a hoot, that, using euphemisms to pretend that this isn’t chattel slavery because people initially volunteer for it! Clever loophole to use in the Thirteenth Amendment.
“This was quite a sacrifice that Lenny made, just to make Karissa happy, don’t you think? So, here’s my idea. A slave can be a girlfriend, as that relationship isn’t legally binding or official in any way. Karissa will remain his girlfriend, just as she is now my slave as well as my sister. So, you will remain my girlfriend, but you should become his wife. Marry Lenny, be a substitute for Karissa, but still date and sleep with me. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that he wants to marry and so do you, and this is the only option left that allows both of you to wed.
“This is a sacrifice for me, too, not getting to call you my bride. Trust me, though, it’s for the best. It also allows our quad to be complete, because, presumably, as Lenny’s wife, you would have sexual relations with him, just as you will continue to do with me as my girlfriend, and Karissa will continue to do with Lenny as his girlfriend. Of course, this requires your consent as well as his, but it makes all the sense in the world, especially if we’re all living together and would eventually end up all having sex with at least the opposite sex members in the same house.
“You would have ended up sleeping with Lenny, anyway, I think, but this neutralizes the potential hot buttons for conflict about that, such as feelings on my part or Karissa’s that there was some kind of cheating, plus it removes any sense on Lenny’s part at the outset that he is a cuckold because he’s the only one without a second partner. He has clearly dealt with such potential issues to an extent, but they probably still lie dormant in his subconscious. Marrying my girlfriend should do much to resolve that,” I proposed to my girlfriend and Karissa’s boyfriend my rather radical idea.
“Mmmmm ... marrying Eva? Wow! That would be terrific, since I can’t marry Karissa, that is. I also like the idea that if Eva gets pregnant, there is a legal father, if you don’t mind my claiming whatever children are born to her. It’s only right, since presumably you’d be listed as the father of Karissa’s children, being her Master. We won’t know for sure, of course, unless we choose to test the DNA, but I think that we should simply presume paternity unless or until there are medical reasons to examine things closer. I also like the sense, just as I in one way gave you my girlfriend, you’re giving me yours. If she agrees with it, of course,” Lenny smiled, even as Eva leaned over to kiss me on the mouth.
“Papi, that is the sweetest thing you could have ever done, short of what you already did! You took pity on poor Lenny and gave him a wife! Thank you for being such a nice man! I promise, I will do as you ask and marry him, but I will remain your girlfriend as always, and yes, I will sleep with both of you, just as Karissa will. She might be a slave now, but she’ll still get to share the two greatest guys in the world with me! We’ll share a house together, then, as I suggested? Maybe the four of us in one bedroom and one bed? Delicioso! I can’t wait to make some real Cuban food regularly for the four of us!” Eva said sweetly, even as she patted Karissa on the head.
“That’s what I was thinking, yes. We all have our relationships. Karissa is my slave as well as my sister. Both of those are for life. She is also Lenny’s girlfriend, for life as well, unless he dumps her, which I don’t think that he’d ever do,” I observed while kissing Eva and stroking my sister’s hair.
“Never. I’d never dump my Karissa!” Lenny assured us, “Nor would I ever divorce Eva! She’ll make such a wonderful wife, I can already tell!”
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