Sweet Dreams
The bed was made of hardwood, and not designed for comfort. When the straps holding her down were pulled as tight as possible, having any actual sleep on it was nearly impossible; only half an hour in her neck, back and butts were already hurting badly from the pressure she had no chance to alleviate. But more often than not the straps were set a little loose… just enough to make her helpless wriggling a more entertaining sight.
And she always had plenty of reasons to keep wriggling.
“Hey Ginny, guess what I have here!” A chair was being pulled by the bed. Jasmine sat down, put her legs on her abdomen and she heard paper rustling. “Your confession notebook! Your hubby was kind enough to give it to me, so that I can, you know, get to know you better. Let’s have a look at your darkest, dirtiest fantasies then, shall we…”
Gina tried to object, but in the given situation there was little she could do to communicate her discontent.
“Confession number one. This slave is unworthy of pleasure and should be given none. She should be kept in strict orgasm denial until she learns to find joy only in pleasing her owner… and here’s a checkmark. Yeah, I guess this one is already taken care of, isn’t it.”
Gina could feel the vibrators stuffed into her cunt and butt come to life. The next second they were joined by the vibrating pads taped onto her nipples and clit. A lustful cry escaped past the rubber ball filling her mouth as she started to squirm against the straps. She knew all too well that her pleas would fall to deaf ears. The system was carefully fine-tuned to keep her on the edge of the climax without ever driving her over it, and her orgasms were considered a rare, precious reward rather than something granted at a whim. But after weeks of merciless teasing and orgasm denial, she was no longer in control of her libido. From the moment the devices switched on until the point they were turned off she had to keep jerking and crying and trying to get over the edge, oftentimes for hours, and never to any avail.
“All right,” Jasmine giggled. “Confession number two. This slave is unworthy of freedom and she should be given none. She should be kept in constant bondage day and night, her movement, speech and sight always restricted as much as feasible. Another checkmark… Yeah I don’t know. David does a pretty good job in this regard, but I think I have a couple of ideas to make it more intense. Like, I think you should do the dishes not only cuffed but also blindfolded. I guess you are going to break a plate or two at first, but I’m sure you get into it in no time… given the proper incentives.”
Gina gave out a muffled groan and her clit grew even harder. She hated, hated each and every second of the past two months, but even more so the fact that she found it so unnaturally arousing. She has long prided herself being a true no-limits submissive, forgoing all her limits for her husband’s pleasure. But her stupid, useless little sister becoming her husband’s lover, moving in and slowly turning into her Mistress was too much even for her - or it should have been, at least. She couldn’t deny it, however, that a part of her loved the thrill of being the hapless sex toy of two very imaginative owners. She always suspected that Jasmine had a kinky streak in her, but the reality surpassed even her wildest expectations.
“Confession number three. This slave is unworthy of any mercy and she should be given none. She should be punished harshly for the tiniest mistakes, and made to suffer for her owner’s enjoyment on a daily basis. Checkmark. Oh sweetie… You know, whatever your husband has done to you so far, I’m afraid you still have no idea what it means to suffer, to really suffer for someone else’s enjoyment. But worry not, you will find out… soon enough.”
There was something in Jasmine’s voice that made Gina’s stomach churn in terror. She started to jerk against the sleepsack with full force… but there was no way out. Not out of the merciless teasing of the devices, not out of her sister’s company… not out of the hell was life was slowly turning into.
“Confession number four. This slave is unworthy of human rights. She hereby renounces her safe word and fully submits to the will of her owner from this day to the end of her days. Her pleads and objections should be disregarded, and she should be granted no limits, no breaks and no clemency. Checkmark… You know, sis, this is the first one I have a tiny little problem with. Because, yeah, I damn sure love to tease and torture you until you scream, knowing there is nothing, nothing at all you can say or do to stop me. But can’t help wondering… how much do you really want me to stop? Are you really so sick in the head that you enjoy everything we do to you? Or do you already regret that you condemned yourself to a lifetime of despair… with no way out? A little bit of both, right? Oh yes. And I’ll do my best to keep it that way. To make you regret being such a perverted, submissive slut, day after day, every single day… of the rest of your fucking life.”
Jasmine pulled up her skirt and sat onto Gina’s sleepsack, positioning her crotch over hers. She slid a vibrator between her moist labia, pressing its tip against the heavy rubber covering her sister’s pussy. She switched on the toy and started to move up and down, making Gina erupt in muffled moans of pleasure. The devices alone were not enough to get her over the edge, but with the help of Jasmine’s vibrator… maybe… just maybe…
“Let’s flip a few pages, okay?” Jasmine breathed. “I wanna find something without a checkmark. Something too cruel or depraved even for your Master… let’s see. Ah yes. Confession twenty-three. This slave should have all her meals seasoned with her owner’s pee. Additionally, her mouth should see use both as an urinal and as an ass wipe… Well, that’s really not much to ask for! Consider it the part of your daily regime from tomorrow.”
Gina could hear Jasmine’s breath getting quicker as she was getting ever nearer to the climax.
“I love being the one who makes your deepest, dirtiest desires come true” Jasmine panted. “I know you never really liked me as a sister, but you are going to love me as your Mistress. Damn sure you will. You better.”
“Confession thirty-nine” she continued. “This slave is unworthy to be considered human and should be turned into a ponygirl instead. She should be denied speech and the use of her arms permanently. Her diet should consist of watery gruel and raw vegetables. She should spend her days pulling her owner’s cart or carrying heavy sacks. She should be made to sleep standing, like a real pony… Oh, this one is lovely. Perhaps we could rent a secluded farm next summer, get off the grid for a month or two… Just imagine the things I could do to you with not a soul to hear! I’m afraid I wouldn’t be a very responsible pony owner, but geez, it’s gonna be so much fun!”
She pulled away the vibe for a few seconds to keep them both from cumming.
“Okay… one last confession” she wheezed. “Sixty-four. This slave in unworthy of beauty. Her looks should make it clear that she is a brainless fuckdoll rather than a respectable woman. Wow. Her tits and lips should be enlarged to… uhh… obscene proportions. Conversely, her waist should be reduced to fifteen inches or less through starvation, corsetry and surgeries. Oh fuck. Her tendons should be shortened so that she’d be unable to walk without high heels. She should have her teeth removed… uhh… and her tongue heavily pierced, turning her mouth into a true fuckhole and incapable of human speech. Her body and head should be completely hairless… oh yeah… covered with degrading tattoos… and adorned with grotesque… genital… piercings… OH… MY… GOD!!!”
Jasmine exploded in a long series of ecstatic screams, then collapsed onto her sister. For the next few minutes she just laid there with her head against her latex-clad chest, listening to her drumming heartbeat and the buzzing of the nipple vibes. Finally she crawled forward and grabbed her hooded head.
“You know, slave, this last one is my favourite” she droned into her ear. “I see why David wasn’t into it, given his preference for natural beauty and all. But now that I’m here for him, I think I can make him change his mind. Yeah, I’m quite sure I can. If she needs someone to go out with, someone pretty, someone decent… I’ll always be there for him. So he can finally turn even your wildest dreams into reality. You may become what you always wanted to be. What you always really were. A fuckdoll.”
She gave out a childish giggle.
“It seems you are also going to make my old dream come true. Just a few years… a couple of surgeries, some tattoos and piercings… and no one will ever call you the “prettier sister” again. Ha ha ha ha.”
She got off the bed and fetched the remote for Gina’s vibrators.
“You had six hours of sleep last night, so you should be all right with four this time. I’ll set the system to switch on for every even hour and let you rest in every odd one. Try to catch some z’s, you have a pretty demanding day ahead…”
She kissed her rubber-coated forehead.
“Have some sweet dreams, dear Ginny. And may they all come true.”
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