This choice: Wrists tied-off to the closet rod above her head • Go Back...Chapter #5Wrists tied-off to the closet rod above her head by: karlmarx700   I tied Lily's wrists to the top of a closet rod. The rope was long enough she could kneel down, but doing this stretched her arms. She sat there limply in front of me, my little toy waiting to be awakened. I admired her cute nearly naked body. I was going to have such fun with it!
I made a couple other small preparations before the fun began. I put on a black masquerade mask I'd picked up at the grocery store around Mardis Gras. I took off my shirt so Lily could see my muscles when she woke up and know how much stronger I was compared to her. I was pretty proud of my muscles, they weren't huge or freakish but they gave me a nice look. I also got out a few other things, just a box of "materials" I wanted to use on my little sister.
I gave Lily a few minutes before I started. Softly, I moved my hand down to my sleeping sister's crotch and began to gently rub it. I smiled. I could practically smell her young pussy's scent coming off of her. Even though she was still asleep, Lily let out a quiet moan. Her face was an uncomfortable grimace, but stifled a smile.
"Oh, you like?" I said in a low raspy voice.
Lily didn't respond, but her crotch did begin to moisten a little. I decided it was time to wake her up. I moved my hand away from her crotch and pinched one of her nipples, hard. That woke her up. She let out a loud squeal as her eyes opened and her body jolted. After a couple seconds she began to understand what kind of position she was in.
"Eek! What the?!? Where am I? Where are my clothes?" Lily said.
I let out a soft laugh.
"You're in my closet, Lily." I said, matter-of-factly.
"Oh... Oh, it's you, Tommy. I didn't recognize you at first with that creepy mask on. What's going on? Is this some kind of joke? Because it's not funny." Lily said.
I chuckled.
"No, it's not a joke. You're in my closet and you're my little slave girl now, Lily. You'll do as I say and let me do what I please to you. Or else." I said.
"Or else what...?" Lily said, fearfully.
I'd hoped she would ask that.
"Or else you get punished, you idiot." I said.
I took my hand and gripped her other nipple tightly between my finger sand thumb. Once again Lily let out a high pitched squeal.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" She whined.
A couple tears were welling up in her eyes now.
"W... Why are you doing this to me, Tommy? I... I didn't make you mad or something, did I?" She said.
Here eyes were like a wounded puppy. I wanted to give her a piece of candy, and in any other situation I would have. Instead, I merely patted her little head.
"Oh, Lily, you love being a slave, you just don't know it yet. I'm going to bring out the slave in you." I said.
Lily began sobbing now.
"I... I don't want to be a slave... I just want to be me." Lily said between her tears.
"Oh, hush with that. You want to be a slave, you just don't know it yet." I said.
I unzipped my pants and took out my erect cock. Lily looked at it here eyes wide, glistening with tears.
"See this? This is my cock. You will being seeing it a lot. I want you to get used to it." I said.
I moved my hips and began rubbing my penis all over her face, wetting it on her tear-soaked cheeks. Lily continued sobbing. I kneeled down and moved under her arms, slowly rubbing my cock in and out of her armpit. I was in ecstasy. Her silky smooth skin brought wonderful sensations I didn't think possible. I loved my sister more than I ever did in my whole life at this point.
"S... Stop it. That tickles." Lily said.
I smiled. I didn't think tickling would be a good way to torment her, but she was putting ideas in my head now.
"Oh, you're ticklish? Is little Lily a ticklish girl?" I said in a mockingly childish tone.
"I don't want to be tickled! Tommy, let me go, okay? This is really weird and gross." Lily said.
I had no intention of letting her go. She still wasn't used to my cock yet. And I'd only started to dominate and humiliate her.
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