Trials of Steve
Copyright© 2007 by Phoenix Rising
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A D/S relationship between a long lost brother and sister. As they explore their lost ties, the natural lifestyle of the older sister takes a forefront to their activities and the brother is swept into another world of passion.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Incest Brother Sister DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Enema
We went into the master bedroom and I was amazed at the extravagance of my surroundings. I couldn't help but be amazed at how well my sister had done for herself. She glanced at me and seemed to have a secret grin just for me. Eventually, after noticing her look at me for so long, I had to look down in sheer embarrassment because I could still feel the butt plug as I tried to force it out, but it stayed in. I hoped my sister didn't mind my cock since it was steadily leaking pre-cum now.
My sister walked up to me and slowly started to caress my rigid dick and gather the fluids in the palm of her hand. When it felt like I was finally letting up, my sister brought her hand to my mouth and said simply, "Eat it."
I simply opened up my mouth and she cupped her hand over my mouth and slowly dribbled the cum into my awaiting mouth. Once again, I was reminded of how it did not bother me to be eating my cum. I eagerly awaited the next drop until when nothing came out of her hand, I gently took it and swiped my tongue across her palm to clean all traces of my juice from it.
After I had cleaned the hand, she took the same hand and patted my head. She even smiled at me and I couldn't help but be happy that I had pleased my Mistress. Just about that time, though, all of that coffee started to hit my system and I meekly asked my Mistress, "Where is the bathroom, Mistress? I need to tinkle."
Laughing, my Mistress pointed to a bowl in the corner of the room and stated, "That is where I want you to piss, slave. You will understand eventually." After she said that, she chuckled. So, still on my knees, I crawled to the bowl and when I started to stand to piss in the bowl, my Mistress smacked my butt hard.
"No, slave. When you piss, you are like a female dog. You will squat over the bowl and urinate in it. Also, don't let me find even a drop of piss on the floor because I like a clean place and you will really regret it."
Almost hesitantly, I slowly relaxed my bladder until I felt the piss surge through my erect dick. The pain was almost too much, but I tried to control my force so that I didn't end up with anything on the floor. The acrid smell of the urine hit my nose and I wanted to actually taste it right then, but I just finished my business. In the back of my mind, though, I wondered what would come about with my used urine when my Mistress wanted to use it.
My Mistress came over and inspected the carpet very closely. She smiled all of a sudden and said, "You are the perfect slave for not spilling a drop. Even if you had, I would have only spanked you lightly because I do not expect my slaves to do everything right the very first time. I suppose that I shall reward you by cleaning you out then."