Chapter 2

Jeffery reflected a bit as his stepsister disappeared up the stairs and into their parents' bedroom. The fact that he had captured and used his stepsister for several weeks without her realizing his identity was nothing short of a true miracle. All of his mental pre-planning and research was paying off. She was now going to be his little slave girl.

Upstairs, Stephanie had opened pretty much every drawer and cabinet in her parent's armoire and now just stared at huge variety of restraints and gear that was stored there. She had no idea what some of those things there were designed for. She recognized the sets of leather cuffs instantly as well as the collars, blindfolds and hoods. Since she had not actually seen herself in bondage before today, she was sure that some of those items she didn't recognize were ones that the strangers had used on her. In the end, she picked out two pairs of matching red leather cuffs, a red leather collar, a ballgag that was part of some sort of head harness thing and several black leather belts. She gathered her choices together and headed back down the stairs.

Jeffery had moved into the living room and she could see the lust in his eyes and crotch. The blonde held out the stuff she had picked out upstairs.

"Here, Master," she said.

Jeffery frowned, "What did I tell you about not speaking unless spoken to, slave?"

Stephanie looked down at her feet, "To be quiet unless I was asked a question."

"I will let it go this time, slave. Do not let it happen again."

His stepsister still held out the restraints that she had picked out for herself. After picking up the collar, Jeffery brushed her blonde hair aside and locked the collar around her throat. Next came the harness gag. Stephanie opened her mouth as wide as she could as Jeffery pushed the ball in. There were several straps to buckle around her head and under her chin before the gag was tightly locked between her lips. Her two ankle cuffs were next and each had a little chrome padlock and key. Quickly, he had both of her ankles cuffed with another lock holding them together.

The more helpless she became, the more 'alive' she became. Stephanie couldn't think of any other word to describe it. As Jeffery pulled the straps around her legs, she felt warmth radiating through her as if being hugged by a really nice guy.

Jeffery eased her wrists in back of her and buckled the other pair of cuffs in place. Now she was truly helpless. She watched him as he circled her, his eyes savoring her bound form, as she stood there naked before him.

"Do you still want to be my slave?" Jeffery asked.

Stephanie nodded.

Jeffery stepped towards his bound sister and hooked his finger through the front ring of her collar. He gave it a gentle tug and Stephanie hopped forward. She followed him all around the room and into the kitchen where he bent her forward onto the table where they had just had breakfast. He could see her sex peeking out between her strapped legs.

Stephanie moaned as she felt him caress her from behind, his fingers lightly brushing her labia. She arched herself a bit and opened her legs the best she could, turning her head so she could watch Jeff behind her.

"We have both a lot to learn about this, slave," Jeff said as he continued to stroke her, "and I think a good starting point is the commands you were forced to learn. Do you still remember them, slave?"

The blonde nodded her head. They were hard to forget. The fear of pain had seared them into her memory forever.

"You will have to tell me them so I can write them down, slave. I had only read them once while making the recording. Will you do that for me, slave?"

Again, Stephanie nodded. His caresses were getting more aggressive as her slit became wetter. The warmth from before was now becoming fiery as more little plumes of pleasure erupted inside her. She rocked back onto his hand as his fingers slid deeper inside of her.

"And slave, I will tell you when you can cum. You cannot cum without my permission. Do you understand me, slave?"

Stephanie nodded, moaning into her gag. The fires were now raging inside of her as she knew that at any moment they would flare and envelope her in ecstasy. She felt him grab the harness to her gag and he pulled her head up and back, causing her to arch back as well.

His hand left her puss and pinched her nipple almost painfully.

"Do not cum, slave. You do not have my permission," Jeffery said.

Jeffery spun her around and lifted her up onto the round kitchen table. Lying on her back, she felt both of Jeffery's hand kneading her breasts and pulling on her nipples. The fires still burned but not as hot as she lifted herself up to him.

Jeffery stopped and stepped back.

The bound blonde whimpered in protest, her eyes pleading with him to continue.

"Close your eyes, slave," Jeff commanded.

Stephanie closed her eyes and braced herself. After a long pause, she felt his fingers tracing tiny circles on her shaven mons. She lifted her hips up to him again and he lightly touched her lips teasingly before she felt him kiss her tenderly there.

Stephanie so wanted to open her legs to him but the straps held her legs firmly together. His kisses teased her as much as his fingertips did. She squirmed and moaned; keeping her eyes squeezed shut as he licked at the edge of her sex.

Then he stopped.

She fought to keep her eyes shut. She desperately wanted to see what he was going to do to her next, but she needed to obey her stepbrother's orders. Seconds seemed like eons. He was probably testing her, Stephanie thought, to see if she would keep her eyes shut or risk peeking.

She felt something cool and knobby just above her slit. She nearly jumped when it began to buzz but she managed to keep her eyes shut. The hum of the vibrator flared the furnace inside her and she arched herself on the table and screamed into her gag. She could feel the fires about to consume her as she squirmed in her bonds. He pushed the buzzing toy deeper between her legs.

"Do not cum, slave," he whispered in her ear, "Only I can tell you when. Your pleasure is in my hands, not yours. Do you surrender your pleasure to me, slave?"

Stephanie nodded, mewling.

Stephanie screamed and her eyes flew open as her stepbrother pressed an ice cube into her slit, the cold jabbing through her like an icy bolt. Just as quickly, he brought the tip of the slender vibrator back to where it was, sending a wave of roaring bliss crashing through her.

"Cum."

Cum she did. Her whole being quaked as her fiery orgasm consumed her, bucking in her bindings and panting into her gag. Slowly, the flames ebbed away, leaving the blonde girl drained as she curled herself around into a ball. She hoped that Jeffery hadn't seen her opening her eyes. He had so understood about this thing she needed and she didn't want to disappoint him.

"You may open your eyes, slave," Jeffery said.

Stephanie blinked as she looked at him, sitting at the kitchen table facing her. He brushed her hair as he looked into her face, his kind eyes smiling at her.

"You did well, slave. But remember, your pleasure is always in my control. You may not cum until I tell you that you may. Now, I need you to follow me upstairs so that we can write down the lessons they made you memorize."

With that, Jeffery attached a chain lead to her collar and helped her off the table. Stephanie faltered a bit, still weak from her orgasm, but she recovered well and hopped right behind him.

Jeffery loved the sight of his naked stepsister hopping behind him, her arms cuffed behind her and a harness gag silencing her. Her breasts jiggled wonderfully with each jump; her nipples still stiff. Her whole body seemed more slender when bound as she was. He only wished he had set up the camera for this. However, this was a spur-of-the-moment type thing so he would just have to relish his memories.

Coming to the foot of the stairs, Jeffery let go of the leash.

"I will meet you at the top of the stairs, slave," he said before heading up.

Stephanie did not want to try to hop up the stairs bound as she was. She figured it was much too risky. She carefully squatted down and sat herself on the third stair. Then, using her bound legs, she scooted up to the next stair and repeated the process until she had negotiated the whole flight. Jeffery was standing there ready to scoop up her leash and help her to stand.

Stephanie was proud of herself. It was a simple thing, but doing it while tied up was harder than she had thought.

She hopped along behind Jeffery again, going into their father's office.

"Kneel," he said as he sat down in the old leather office chair.

The blonde girl knelt down beside him.

Jeffery always liked his father's den. A huge, craftsman-style desk dominated the room, flanked by matching bookcases filled with books. The room always had the curtains drawn. A stained glass desk lamp and a matching floor lamp in the corner gave off the only light in the room. It gave the room a warm, cozy feel. Jeffery flicked on the computer and waited for it to boot up.