Chapter 7

Dave had called me a slut! I was insulted! That wasn't what I'd expected him to say.

He smiles and told me that at times, most girls are sluts. His voice takes on that gentle patient manner he used when teaching me something. He said that when some girls are in the height of passion, their rational thinking shuts down and they become consumed by their physical needs. Those physical needs overpower her mind. All she can do is find a way to be satisfied. When that happens, a girl becomes a slut, someone willing to do just about anything to have an orgasm.

If just to make myself feel better, I started to believe him. It helped to think that I was no different from other girls, even though part of me was trying to tell me that this wasn't the definition of a slut that I was familiar with.

Is that true? Are we all sluts when we really get turned on? But he said "most."

So I asked, "What about the other girls; the girls who don't do that?"

"Well, those are the goodie-goodies. They're the girls who don't really like to be excited or feel good. Some of them will never enjoy pleasure. But you're not a goodie-goodie, Steph. And guys don't really like the goodie-goodies anyway. Guys like girls like you, girls that are a little naughty underneath. And YOU, my little sister, have a lot of naughty in you. It's just that you've had to keep it hidden for the last fourteen years. Now you're beginning to explore that part of yourself. You're freeing yourself of the chains of being a goodie-goodie. But if left to yourself, you might never discover yourself. That's why I'm helping you. I want to help you discover yourself. I want you to know the passion inside yourself."

Dave went on to say that when I was tied up like that, it wasn't really my choice anyway. He said that since he was the one controlling me, it wasn't my fault what I felt or did, but his. When I was under his control, I wasn't responsible and had nothing to feel guilty about.

That made me feel better too.

So he said, "You like being controlled though, don't you? It gives you a kind of freedom? That way you can feel things and don't have to be responsible for them. Steph, you're a very special girl. You get turned on pretty easy, but only when you are under someone else's control. That's why you've had such a hard time getting yourself excited."

I didn't know he knew about that! Immediately, I flushed in embarrassment and hung my head.

"You're what we call a natural submissive. That makes you very special. You like being bound. You like someone else pleasuring you, and yes, I've noticed you get a little turned on by pain, too."

I blushed again, thinking, "How does he know these things?"

"There is also a part of you that gets turned on by being humiliated too, right?"

I shook my head and told him he was crazy.

He leaned toward me a little and moved my hands out of my lap where I'd been holding them. Whispering in my ear in a deep voice, he said, "I know because even now you're wetting yourself just hearing me talk about it. I can even smell your juices leaking out of you."

I gasped in humiliation and looked down at my crotch, which was getting wetter all the time. I mean, my orgasms earlier had already made me wet, but now it was spreading.

"It's alright, my sexy little sister. That's one of the things that makes you special." he told me with a smile. "So does all this makes sense to you? Does it feel true?"

So I told him, "Some of it, I guess." I just didn't want to reveal too much of how I felt, especially since he seemed to be reading my mind. I was worried that if I confirmed what he said, he could take advantage of it. Besides, he'd given me a lot to think about. A lot of that stuff I'd never thought about before. I still wasn't sure if what he said was a good thing or a bad thing.

And... if I gave him too much control, he'd do things I didn't want, so I told him I didn't want him to give him any kind of blanket permissions.

And he said, "Okay... for now. I mean, the more I let you stay in control, the more responsible you are."

But then he let it go and suggested we go watch TV for a while.

I just nodded and smile.

He reaches over and released my leash from the bed frame, but not from my neck.

Dave stands up and pulls on my leash until I'm standing beside him, dressed in my swim suit, my collar and leash, and the wrist and ankle cuffs.

I asked him if I could get dressed now, but he said, "What do you mean, you ARE dressed."

He turns me around and pulls my arms behind me, attaching my wrists together. Then he pulls me behind him by the leash downstairs to the living room where we sit on the couch and watch a movie. I just resigned myself to his wishes for the time being. During the movie, he keeps an arm around me or a hand touching me the whole time. I felt secure in his love and enjoyed his attentions.

While we were watching the movie, he asked me about different guys we saw. First he'd ask which ones I thought were cute and if I thought they were built. Then he started asking about their butts and even if I could tell anything about the bulge in the front of their pants.

I started looking at all the guys and evaluating them for Dave (and for myself). I started paying less attention to the actual movie and more attention to how the guys looked.

About halfway through the movie, his hand starts rubbing my inner thigh. If felt good and seemed innocent enough considering what we'd been doing earlier. Then his hand worked up my thigh and I felt his little finger brush up against my pussy mound.

I reached down and moved his hand away.

He said, "Now Steph, you already told me I could touch you." And his hand returned to where it had been.

I said, "But I don't want you to touch me now. Let's just watch the movie."

Dave said, "Okay, if that's the way you want it."

He reached up an pushed me forward and released the wrist cuffs from each other, then pulled my hair out of the way and removed the collar, then tells me to go change into whatever clothes I want. He'd take my cuffs off when I came back.

I was confused again. "What do you mean?" I say.

He said, "Go change. We're done."

"But... "

"Steph" he said, "We're not going to play if you change the rules you've already agreed to."

"But, it's not that I don't want to play, I just don't want to be touched like that right now." After all, I did like being caressed and made to feel good, but part of me wanted to control when and how far that went.

"Fine." He said. "Go change."

"Dave..." I began, not really wanting to stop playing completely.

He interrupts me, "Steph... look at this leash. Look at your cuffs. Just what game did you think we're playing? This game is about control. It is about you releasing control to me. When we play, you don't get to decide the when or the where. I told you, I wouldn't do anything you haven't agreed to, but you have to surrender all other decisions to me.

"Since you want to keep changing the rules back and forth, we're done. Go change."

I didn't want to stop completely right then and besides, how bad could it be. If I have to agree to the guidelines, why can't I just let him do the rest? He made me realize I had tried to violate the game by taking control.

"Okay Dave, I'll do it. I'll play your way."

He ignores me and uses the remote to channel surf on the TV.

I didn't want him mad at me so I get down on my knees and hold my hands together in front of me in a pleading fashion and say, "Please Dave, can't we keep playing?"

He ignores me for like two minutes, just letting me kneel there.

"Please?"

He slowly turned to me and just looked at me for a minute. Then he said, "On three conditions."

Oh no, I think... what now?

"What conditions?" I ask.

"First, I still want you to change, but you have to put on one of the two-piece swim suits."

Hesitantly I ask, "Which one?"

He smiled, and I got nervous. "The blue one" he said.

I was so relieved. Even though it's pretty skimpy, at least it's not the red thong suit. "Okay" I said.

"Two, when you come back down, you have to beg me again to touch your pussy and your tits, just like you begged me to touch your ass. Don't worry, we're still talking about staying outside you clothes, but I want you to beg me when you're not all hot and bothered. " He looked at me like he expected me to balk.

I turned beet red, and almost did balk. My jaw dropped to the floor. But I thought, "Well, he's already touched me there, what's the big deal?" If I said no, it was all over and he might never touch me again. And I did trust him. He never did anything I hadn't really agreed to. Reluctantly, I nodded but my eyes were on the floor.

"Okay, go change into the blue suit and we'll worry about the rest later" he said.

Wondering what the "rest" was, I went upstairs and changed suits. The one I was wearing still had a damp crotch from earlier anyway. The blue swimsuit was cute on me, but there wasn't much left to the imagination.

Reluctantly, I went back down and stood before my brother. He ignored me and continued watching TV. This was so humiliating! I knew what he wanted me to say, but I just couldn't manage to get the words out.

Finally, he looked up at me expectantly.

Swallowing my pride, I said, "Please brother dear feel my vagina, it feels so good when you do."

He smiled but said, "This isn't anatomy class, try again."

Crap! I couldn't believe I was doing this. "Please brother dear feel my pussy, it feels so good when you do." I felt SOOO humiliated.

"And what else do you want me to feel?" he said.

Could this get any worse? I started to wonder if this was worth it. But then I saw him take something out of his pocket. It's shinny metal and looks like stainless steel or something. Then I realized what it was. The vibrator. Just the sight of it got me a little excited.

Without thinking, I went ahead and said, "Please brother dear, feel my butt; it feels so good when you do."

He said, "Yeah, and what else?" and he pointed to his chest.

Sighing, I said, "Please brother dear, feel my tits; it feels so good when you do." By then I was completely embarrassed and red to my toes, but can't take my eyes off the vibrator.

"Good" he said. "Good girl. Now let's try them all together."

"Please brother dear, feel my pussy and my butt and my tits. Please feel me anywhere you want." Tears were starting to leak out my eyes now. "I won't say no again."

His face lit with a big smile. "Very good Stephanie."

Finally! He's happy again. I was glad I'd pleased him. My face responded with a small smile.

"But... " he said, "You haven't really been a good girl ALL day. A little while ago, you told me no and tried to change the rules. You were a bad girl, weren't you, Steph?"

I didn't say anything. He made me feel bad that I'd tried to do that.

"Weren't you, Stephanie? Weren't you a bad girl? Answer me." he repeated a bit more pointedly.

"Yes" I said. "I'm sorry."

Dave said, "I'm glad you're sorry, but what about next time? I think I should punish you so that there won't be a next time, don't you agree?"

My jaw drops. "What... what do you mean?" I ask.

"Steph, you were a bad girl. Bad girls have to be punished, right? That way they learn not to be bad again"

"Well..." I said.

Dave looked at me expectantly and said, "Right, Steph? And I haven't forgotten earlier when you wanted to dress in more than I told you to. Don't you think if you're a bad girl, you should be punished a little? "

"I... I guess." I said without a lot of conviction.

"Now remember last time" he said. "When you threw away my shirt?"

"Yeah."

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" Dave asked me as he took both my hands in his own, holding them between us.

"No." I said. "It was okay."

"So why don't you ask me to spank you again. That's what you did last time. You wanted to make things right, so you wanted me to punish you. You do want to make it right again don't you?"

I could not believe he wanted me to ask him to spank me.

"Come on, Steph."

I still hesitated, but after a minute, resigned myself to the inevitable and did as he asked.

"Okay, okay... Please Dave, would you spank me?" I said quickly to get it over with. I felt my will crumble a little further.

"Close" he said. "But I want you to be specific. Tell me why you need to be spanked and where you want me to spank you."

I thought about asking him to spank me on my wrist or something, but I was just sure he wouldn't go for that and it might make things worse.

I relented and said, "Please Dave, please spank me on my butt. I need to be punished for being a bad girl. I tried to wear too many clothes and then I tried to change the rules and told you not to touch me."

He smiled at me, then fastened my wrists together in front of me with the cuffs that have remained on my wrists. Then he reached down and fastened my ankle cuffs together, too. He pulled me down so I lay across his knees again.

Putting one hand on my back to hold me steady, he rested his other hand on my butt. If I'd have known I was going to have to go through all this when I went to change, I think I might have just said forget it and sacrificed never having him touch me again.

Before he started spanking me, he took several minutes to feel my butt through the swimsuit. He even put his fingers in my crack and just rubs me a while.

Naturally, it's turning me on. I thought about telling him to stop, but we'd been through that already. Besides, like he reminded me, I'd already given him permission to do this. Heck, I even begged him to feel my butt.

In a flash, his hand left my butt only to be brought down again — hard.

It took a few seconds for the pain to register. "OUCH!" I said. He'd hit me harder than he had before and it really HURT!.

He started rubbing me again after he hit me. It's so confusing to my emotions. First, there was pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again.

He smacked me again, and then again rubbed me. This went on for several minutes. His smacks were really hard, somewhat offset by the rubbing between each one.

It seems to go on forever. My "ouches" turn to small screams. My eyes start watering with tears of pain. My butt starts really hurting. It feels like it's on fire. My screams are getting louder and I'm sobbing like a baby.

"Please Dave. Stop! That's enough. It hurts!"

He ignored me. Smack! Rub. Smack! Rub. Smack! Rub. Smack! Rub. On and on.

"Dave! I promise! I won't do it again. I'll be good. I'll do anything you want. Please!"

Finally he stopped the hitting and just kept me there while he rubbed my butt and tells me that it's all done. He said all is forgiven and that I'm a good girl again.

I thought it was just going to be a 'little' punishment.

Apparently, spanking me makes him excited because I could feel his cock had gotten hard and poked into my stomach. But he wasn't the only one excited. For some strange reason, I'm damp between my legs, despite being in real pain.

He noticed too. How could he not with my crotch resting on his thigh. He said, "hmmmm" and I felt his finger against the fabric of my crotch.

"I thought things were beginning to feel a little damp" he said.

How humiliating!

"Now" he said, "let's not have anymore disobedience, shall we?"

I shook my head and promised not to disobey him anymore.

He helps me stand up again. Seeing my tears, he pulled me down to sit on his lap and hugged me. I liked the hug, but my butt was sore and I didn't really want to be sitting just then.

"You know I love you, don't you Steph?" he said.

This surprised me. He doesn't usually say he loves me. So I didn't say anything. But my heart kind of melted to hear him say that.

"I really do love you," he said, "and I want you to be a good girl. So we have to make sure you do this right, so you can keep being a good girl."

Somehow, this makes sense to me in my confused, pain-filled state of mind.

He stroked my hair and hugged me tight. My butt was sore, but since it was kind of hanging off his lap, I wasn't sitting on it as much as I was the back of my legs.

His hand stroked my hair and my back. Other than the strap of the swimsuit top, my back was naked and I enjoyed the feel of his hand on my flesh. It was so soothing.

While I was sitting there, he fastened the collar around my neck again. He'd taken it off when he first told me to go upstairs. I heard the click as he locked it in place; the leash, dangled down in front. In some warped way, I felt glad that he had put the collar back on me again. It meant that I was forgiven and we could continue to play our little game.