The Dare, Book 2
Copyright© 2026 by TailWeaver
Chapter 6: Submission
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 6: Submission - It had been a few months since Talia had stopped letting Peter give her any dares. She could not seem to get him to recreate the feelings she had with Chuck helping her along. Maybe it just wasn't possible. Or maybe she just needed to try again. To say that things were never going to be the same would be the understatement of the year.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant True Story Incest Brother Sister Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex
Early the next morning, unable to sleep, Talia got up and wrote about the rest of the previous evening. She continued to think about what might happen, and she resolved to call in and work from home again, unable to imagine spending a whole day at work while wondering what Peter would do to her when she got home, the panties having been on the hook all day.
Rousing from an apparent quick nap, Talia tried to rub the sleep from her eyes as she half sat up, a bit startled awake, hearing Peter call to her. Her eyes finally made sense of what she was seeing and realized he was there, trying to wake her up.
“Yes, sorry, musta fallen back asleep,” Talia said, glancing over at the laptop still lying next to her and remembering this morning. And the previous evening. And what she had done. With a start, she woke all the way up, memory returning with a flood.
He had her panties in his hand, holding them up.
“What’s this T, another one of your dares?”
Talia said, “Sorta, um, yeah. It’s like you know my bracelet?” Talia showed that she was still wearing it. After his smile and nod, Talia added, “It’s another symbol, I guess.”
“Of...?” he prompted when Talia stalled. She was right at that moment. The one that could not be taken back. If Talia kept speaking, she would be committing herself to Bob’s most diabolical and ‘pushing’ of a dare. She could always make something up, change the meaning, making it more playful. Part of her was scared that she was even considering this
But she didn’t truly want to change it, not deep deep down, and as Talia mentally committed herself to answering, she felt a powerful wave of pleasure as she knew that not only would Peter be pleased, but she was certain Bob would be proud of her for going through with it, with pushing herself, with making herself dare to live out one of her deepest fantasies. And Chuck. ChuckBC would be loving this, she thought.
She remembered what Bo had said about how she should explain the symbol, so she didn’t answer right away. She got out of bed, showing him she was still completely naked, and knelt down next to her bed and tried to make herself say all the words. It was very, very scary and hard.
“The Dare is to submit to you. Not just for a dare. He says that you earned my complete trust and that you should be rewarded when you get home.
“He says?”
“Yeah, um, I say. I say you’ve earned my complete trust.”
“It means that I won’t say no. Not until this dare is done at least. You don’t have to ‘dare’. You would, um, own me for the night. The panties are both a signal to you that I am your property or whatever, and a reminder to me that you are totally in charge, whatever happens. Um, no limits at all.”
She was glancing at his waist when she said that last part, not sure if he knew that or what but, but he was quiet for a bit.
“Look at me,” he said after a minute. “Is he forcing you somehow? Are you under duress? Does he have pictures or something that could ruin you at work? I ... I...”
Talia shook her head. “No, I swear ... it’s just...”
“This is really your fantasy, then? You wanted someone to make you do this or something?”
Talia nodded, blushing as it became clear she was asking her brother, her friend of all these years, for this. Talia knew it was not the most normal of things, but she trusted him more than anyone in the world. So she knew it could only have been him that she could dare do this.
Talia knelt there as he thought for another minute.
“I need to think about this. Are you going to work? Or at home again?”
“Home,” Talia said, simply.
“For now, stay right there, don’t move. Unless you have a meeting?”
“No, not until 10.”
With that, he left, and Talia stayed kneeling there, naked, and more than a little curious about what was going to happen. Talia trusted him, of course, but still, depending on how he took it and how far he went with it, things could be quite scary.
He was back after a little bit, and he looked at her with a very serious face.
“I need to know more. I’m not saying no. In fact, for now, just assume I said yes, but I want to know more before I tell you how it’s going to be if you are going to totally submit like you seem to say you are. I know you write things. Stories. I want to see them. Everything”
Talia nodded and opened up her laptop. Now she was really nervous. All of her stories were on her private drive. All the ones on Stories on Line. All the ones Talia started and never finished. Years of stuff.
Talia turned the laptop to show him, and she could see his eyes widen as he saw all the documents, the folders with names like Maeson, Niki and Max, and Camp J. And one just called Stories.
“I see. I had no idea, I mean...” he kind of got himself back together. “Send me a link or whatever, then come out into the other room. I called in sick.
When Talia heard him say he called in sick, Talia knew that things were not going to wait until evening, though it seemed he still wanted to learn some things and decide whatever it was he wanted to decide. Talia shuddered a little, closing her laptop after sending him a private share link, her fingers trembling as she hit send. Talk about not having any secrets from someone!
She got out into the other room and saw him sitting on the couch, in the middle, holding his tablet and, Talia assumed, following her share and looking around.
“Lie down, across my lap, I will have questions. Don’t worry, I will let you up before your work meeting.”
She went and crawled onto the couch, looking at him nervously, as she put herself over his lap, her bottom cresting above his thighs. Talia looked back at the door and could see her panties hanging back there, and Talia knew he had put them back to remind her, just like she had said they were for.
He started reading, and his hand ran up and down the back of her bare thigh.
“So, a lot of stories. Which do you want me to read first? Which do you think would tell me the most about you, hmmm?”
Talia thought for a bit, wondering which would be the least embarrassing yet still honest. The longer Talia thought, the less she found herself worrying. He was going to read them all, Talia knew. Maeson’s, Robin’s, Niki’s, the Camp, Niki and Max’s, all of them were on that share. And some of them were very explicit and out there.
“The Games ones are good, and the Dare is sorta close to what happened with ChuckBC, Talia told him after a bit, not sure where he was going to go first.
“Wow, Talia, I had no idea,” Talia heard him say, his hand coming to cup her bottom as Talia lay there. It was quite submissive. She was at Peter’s beck and call, and Talia knew that. Even if he had not said yes to the whole thing.
“I’m scanning, getting the big plot points. But you talked a lot about Niki in the Dare, and Niki is all over the Games. What about Niki and Max?”
“I like the name, I guess. I did use Becca and Robin sometimes,” Talia said, though it was not the whole truth. “Um, they were all Niki at first, but when I started putting them on Stories on Line, I didn’t want people to get confused, so ... they are all Niki, but they have different names. Kimber, Kirstin, Becca, Robin, Niki.”
He hummed or something, his hand now constantly on one butt cheek and then the other, patting, petting, almost like he was seeing if she would balk.
Talia lay there, trying to be patient. Trying not to freak out over what he was reading. She began to wonder if he was being affected just like she was. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered. Talia would never dare find out, but Niki might. Niki would. Most definitely.
She pressed her hips down once, and again, almost like she was doing something very naughty; she could feel his arousal quite well. He was definitely enjoying the stories. He squeezed her bottom and told her to settle down, so Talia stopped. He didn’t stop, though. He adjusted under her a little and pushed her outside leg out a bit, transferring his touch to the back of her thighs, sliding in between them, teasing her while he read.
Talia held still, lying there, typing a few words on her phone, but mostly concentrating on every inch his fingers covered. When he stopped moving his hand, he just left it pressed between her thighs, pressing the side of his hand against her aroused sex. Talia thought she was going to die from the anticipation.
“Saturday Musings?” he asked after a bit, pressing his hand more firmly against her, and she couldn’t help but move a little, feeling the pressure of his hand. This was so intense, and he hadn’t really started, just was almost teasing her, like showing he would, and could.
“Yes,” Talia said, and knew that he was going to read everything in the file. All her thoughts about what was going on - not just the stories. It was more like a diary.
He kept reading, and she just lay there, submissive, letting her legs part while she lay across his lap. The longer Talia lay there, the more under his spell she felt, even though it had not officially begun. Talia thought it might have begun, at least in her mind if not in his, by the way he was having her wait to do what he wanted. It may not have been overt; he may not have called her slut or anything, but it had begun.
She felt his fingers move against her, and as she pushed back against him, unable to stop herself, she felt him slowly part her lips and run a finger up and down her, getting very slick. He moved very slowly, as if exploring, and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.
“You’d better go take your meeting,” he said, reminding her of that other life so far away. He pulled his hand free and spanked her bottom lightly, waiting as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and away from him.
“I have a lot more to read, even though I am just skimming. Go, take your meeting in your room. But stay as you are. And when you are done, come lay back down, like you were. I may have some questions. But after that, I think I will be able to answer you.
Similar to yesterday, but much more intense due to her anticipation of what was to come, or what might come, Talia sat cross-legged on her bed and had her conference call, glad they were not one of those companies that were in love with video conferencing. Talia had been naked since she got home last night, and as she glanced down at herself during her meeting, seeing the somewhat faded writing on her legs, Talia shivered, thinking what they would think if they could see her. Or what Gwen would have said if she had known last night at the movie. And coffee afterwards.
It seemed to drag on forever, and it was one of the longer monthly status calls, with every department determined to have its say. But eventually it wound down, and Talia took her headset off and plugged her phone back into her portable charger.
Peter just looked at her as she once again crawled up onto the couch, acting as submissive as ever as she lay down over what she could feel was a very aroused lap. Once again, he patted her backside, pressing her leg outward a bit before sliding his hand back up between her legs, just pressing against her (apparently) constantly wet sex.
“Hope you had fun pretending all was normal while you sat there naked with no one the wiser. I skimmed a number of your stories, as well as looked at your old Chuck files, and I had no idea what had been going on in your mind for so long. It’s been quite the revelation. You are not who I thought you were all these years, though ever since the earlier dare games, and even more so the last few days, I realized there’s a lot more underneath your calm surface.”
He ran his hand along her wetness again.
“Like this, for instance. Last chance, T. If I do this, I am not going to always do what you want, like when you agreed to dares. You are going to be doing what I want. Whenever I want. However, I want. Until the end of your panties on the hook day. Just tell me to stop, and we can go back to the other, more normal games. I do love daring you, seeing what you would do.”
She was too far gone by now to stop, though she did wonder if she was being all that smart. Who knows what he’d want, especially since he had read everything? So she didn’t stop. She didn’t move. She didn’t close her legs and pull away. She pushed back against his hand a little in a silent acceptance.
“We are going to have to work on your verbal skills, but I understand. Since you agree. I read what you fantasized about, if you were under someone’s control. How’d you have to greet them when they got home. I will go out to the mailbox. When I come back, I expect you to greet me as you had written. We will go from there. I will have my own rules for you as well.”
With that, he pulled his hand out from between her legs, letting his fingers slide along her wetness one more time, and patted her ass. She got up and stood, calming herself as he went out the door, getting the mail, or at least pretending to.
Talia tried to remember exactly what she had written. She knew it was something about kneeling naked, by the door, and being open, so she went next to the door and knelt down, putting her knees pretty far apart, and put her hands on her knees, and waited. When Talia heard the door rattle, she put her head down, like Talia thought a submissive would, and waited.
She could hear him come in, and he did not say a word for a long time. He came and stood right in front of her, his crotch right in front of her face, though she was looking down and not forward.
“Ok. You’ll do,” he said, moving into the kitchen, calling back to her after a minute. “Hurry up, unless I tell you to stay, follow me.” She jumped up, went in, and watched as he made a sandwich.
“I can’t call you Talia when we are doing this. Talia is my sister, my long-time best friend. This. You. This is something else. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but it’s not Talia. So you will be Niki. or Slut. You seemed to love Niki the most in your stories, so when you are like this, you are Niki.
“So, Niki, tell me how bad you want to be a good slut.”
Talia stood there, a little shocked, and yet somehow secretly pleased. He gave her a special slut name that Talia had not expected. It kinda helped.
“I,” Talia started, then swallowed and spoke again, “I want to be a good slut. Sir,” Talia added, thinking about what Bob and she had said about how she should act. It felt kinda weird, but ok, to say ‘Sir’.
“I know you can’t verbalize. We are going to work on that slut. I like to hear your words.”
“Yes. Sir,” Talia said, she knew she was trying hard to be what he wanted without really knowing.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, looking at her after a moment, stopping his food prep.
“No, nothing, I told you I, she, wants to be a good slut! Just. It’s hard.”
Peter led her out to the main room. He placed her over the arm of the couch, her bottom raised, her toes barely touching the floor. After a long minute of her lying there, Talia knowing he was staring at her raised bottom, he moved over to his chair and began to eat. He glanced over frequently, watching her while he ate. It was a bit like she was some sort of entertainment or something, like a lewd art statue. Talia didn’t do anything except lie there, submissively draped over the arm of the couch, her naked bottom stretched taut and exposed.
Minutes later, Talia was brought from her reverie by his voice. “Hands,” he said, and she realized he had gotten up and moved back, and now wanted her hands, so she held them out, before moving them down and holding them behind her back when he motioned. So she reached behind her back and felt him grasp both wrists, pulling back and helping her to her feet in a rather awkward way.
He headed towards the bathroom, and remembering his earlier words, she followed after him. He stopped, motioning her inside. “Get clean, remove the words. Don’t worry, Niki, I will probably mark you up again sometime.” He said Niki, reminding her again, and Talia tried to think of herself as different from yesterday’s Talia. She was his. For now, at least. So Talia nodded and turned on the shower, feeling a bit odd at just standing and waiting. Normally, she would be undressing and stuff right now while the water warmed up, but this time, she was already naked.
Talia had not realized Peter had left until he came back in, carrying his old beard clipper. “Trim up, you are far too bushy for a modern-day slut. I don’t need you shaved, but I want you to cut back that primeval forest!”
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