Younger Sister Becomes My Mistress 02

Younger Sister Becomes My Mistress Ch. 02
[This story features incest, and includes scenes involving defecation and urination, as well as significant disciplining. If you prefer not to deal with that, read no further. All characters are over 18.]
Karen and I became comfortable living with each other in all meanings of that phrase. I now called her Miss Karen and deferred to her in many ways, mostly her dictating what I wore and how I behaved in the bathroom and bedroom. Although she is four years younger than I am, she has a dominating personality.
It did not take long before she took control of me. She had me wearing panties, sitting down to pee, using a potty to defecate, and carrying a little book in which she would enter naughty marks if my behavior were not what she wanted or how she had told me to act.
I was now wearing the soiled panties she had worn the previous day. Karen liked full-sized undies, so they did fit me. The best part of our relationship was that we slept together and her desire for sex was almost unquenchable. Gradually, she more often assumed the superior position, as she would in both the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl positions.
Every Friday, Karen would review the entries she had made in the little book that week. If there were some naughty marks, she would then spank me. If there were more than a few, I would be caned. Karen had somehow become an expert caner, leaving me in tears after she had placed blistering red stripes on my bottom.
She also dominated me in the bathroom. Occasionally, she would tell me to get on my back in the tub. I would soon be staring up at her lovely female parts--her clit, her peehole, her vaginal entrance, and her anus. Sometimes she would warn me but usually I was not informed in advance of what might be emerging from her crotch soon.
She might release a powerful morning pee stream that I was expected to swallow. Less often, I watched as the brown tip of a bowel movement started to slide out of her cute little puckered anal opening. And every month, she had me serve her by licking her pussy when she had her period. I was expected to remove her tampon with my teeth and then lick the wet menstrual flow off it and also lick her pussy clean.
Most important to her, it seemed, was my calling her Miss Karen. I should not forget to say that we now always slept together and fucked at least once a day. I asked her what might happen should she acquire a boyfriend.
"After we have gone out together for a while, he will be calling me Miss Karen, too, Jackie," she grinned, "with all that that implies."
I grew to love being dominated by my assertive younger sister. We would go out together and I could see how everyone admired us as a couple, but particularly seemed impressed by her physical appearance and sense of entitlement. Waiters beckoned to her wishes. Salespeople wanted to wait on her.
She was now starting to have me show evidence of my submissive position in public. Sometimes I had to get under the table in a restaurant and lick her pussy so no one could see my ignominious position. She started making entries in the little book when she thought I had done something right, like licking her to orgasm under the table.
"I've found that you get testy when you've been constipated," she told me right out one day. "I don't want you to get costive, so if you don't go on a regular basis, we'll have you given an enema." I was then told to fill in a chart on the bathroom wall every time I peed or shat. I had to write the date, time, what I did, length, texture, and color of my doody and the color and length of time I peed.
Karen was especially horny during her period. She organized our schedules so that we had sex at least twice a day with dark towels on the bed then. She liked having me take out her tampon with my teeth; as I already noted, I then would insert a fresh one when she wanted me to do that.
When Karen had to go on a work trip for her job--which was with a premier software developer--she invited two of her younger college friends, now also working in tech, to stay at my house, where I had invited her originally to live when she graduated. Nancy and Muriel were nice women, in their early 20's, who had more than a platonic relationship.
Karen told me that they were girlfriends, which among lesbians meant that they were in a partnership relationship and might marry. Karen herself went both ways and definitely had spent time in bed with both of them. She had briefed them on how she controlled me before they arrived to stay for the week she would be gone.
When I met them, they were quite friendly. Muriel was blonde, tall, and definitely the dominant partner. Nancy had auburn hair and a nice smile. They said they knew that I liked to cook and made our meals when Karen and I were home together. Nancy said that she usually did the cooking for the two of them and would be happy to share the responsibility with me. I told her I would be delighted.
Muriel escort şişli was the dominant partner. She was very gracious. She said that she hoped we could all get along well, but that Karen had told them that I must call them Miss Nancy and Miss Muriel, and that Muriel would enter any naughty marks in my little conduct book. She added that she knew Karen also entered plus marks when I did something that pleased her, and that Nancy could make both kinds of entries as well.
"She wants us to review the book's contents with you every other day," Muriel said, "and if you have some naughty marks, one of us will spank you, Jackie. If you have too many, we will have to cane you." I promised them I would do my best to be good.
"Karen wants us to supervise you in the bathroom, Jackie," Muriel continued, "and we will make the entries on your defecation and urination chart. We also may engage in some of the other practices Karen follows in the bathroom." This meant that they might pee and shit on me in the tub, I concluded. I decided that it would be nice to be able to see what they looked like between their legs.
"One of us will give you the panties we have worn each day so you can wear them the next day," Muriel added. "You should understand that this is new to us, so we do hope we can count on your cooperation since I know you would like Karen to know that her directions are being carried out. And she doesn't want you to masturbate while she's away."
I assured her that I would cooperate totally with them in all these respects.
That night, Muriel came to my bedroom as I was planning to retire. She told me that Karen had apprised them of our sexual relationship. She was quite straightforward in telling me that Nancy and she were in a lesbian relationship.
"We do like men, however, and we'd like to enjoy ourselves this week by having you sleep with us as you do with Karen," Muriel smiled. "I know you will be especially considerate since neither of us has had sex with a man for quite a while. Don't feel you have to cover up all the time. We don't when we're at our place. And I hope you will be open to this with us."
I responded that I was incredibly grateful that they wanted me to spend that time and in that manner with them. I added that I was very fond and proud of my sister and regarded them as friends of hers and therefore people who deserve and would have my respect. I added that I had no problem with whatever they wore or if they decided at times to go without clothing and hoped they felt the same about me.
Muriel smiled and said that would be fine: "After dinner, come by Karen's room, which we're using, and wear the panties she wore yesterday that you're wearing today."
Nancy and I had some fun putting together a quick dinner. I had some vegetables and fish to panfry. She made a salad, and we were ready. They told me that they were teachers and taught at a school not far from here.
We had good conversation at dinner. They were current on what was going on here and in the world. I asked them if it was hard to maintain order in school now. They said they were lucky because they taught at a high school where most of the students were aiming for college: as a result, there were few behavior problems.
I went back to my bedroom after dinner and got into pajamas with the panties I'd worn that day on underneath the bottoms. I completed brushing my teeth and using the bathroom before I walked down the hall as I had so often done when going to my sister's room.
I knocked on the door and Nancy came to it and welcomed me. "We're not very used to dealing with men in this context," Muriel told me, "so we'd be pleased if you recognize this and act accordingly with discretion. We'd like to make this a positive experience for us and for you, even though we may well have to discipline you at times."
"Miss Muriel," I said, "you've touched me with your kindness. I really hope we can all enjoy each other this week. I know you will tell me whenever you have an issue with anything I've done or said, and I'm prepared to face the consequences if I misbehave."
"Come in," she said generously. "The water's fine!"
Both women were wearing pajamas with short sleeves and short pants. I was aroused when I realized that naturally, they were without bras or panties. Miss Nancy suggested that I take off my pajamas, which I did, thus revealing the panties I had on which my sister had worn yesterday.
"Those are cute panties," Miss Muriel exclaimed. "Now pull them down so we may inspect."
I lowered my panties--note how I now regarded them as mine when yesterday they had hugged Karen's lovely bush and bottom--and my obvious erection stuck out.
"I suppose this"--pointing to my erection--"means that you respond to wearing panties, or just to your sister's?" Miss Muriel smilingly suggested.
"I'm just excited in the presence of two lovely women in their pj's," I grinned.
"Touché," Miss escort taksim Nancy responded. "Can I touch it now?"
"Sure," I said, "but it might go off if you do it a lot. These things have minds of their own."
"What if I told you that you'll be caned if it goes off?" Miss Muriel asked. "Or maybe I might decide to cane it anyway?"
"Just hearing that might make it even harder for me to control," I answered.
I didn't realize that that was something that might happen until now and it was tough to keep my composure.
Nancy decided, despite her submissive role, to step in here. "Let's get into bed and deal with all of this there, Mur," she grinned.
This clearly was a course Muriel was pleased to follow, so Nancy crawled in on one side and then invited me to get under the covers and move to the middle, after which Muriel got in on my other side. They were in their p.j.'s and, as Nancy had slipped off my panties, I was in the altogether.
Nancy took the lead, and I started thinking maybe she was playing that role in bed. She reached down and started teasing me unmercifully, running her nail from under my scrotum right up it and then softly up my shaft until she could play with my glans. Her touch was light which she may have realized was most likely to excite me.
If I was hard before, I was rock solid now. She reached over me and whispered into Muriel's ear. Muriel merely smiled and nodded to her to go ahead. Nancy then had me turn onto my back and somehow with one hand pulled down her bottoms of her p.j.'s, all under the covers. Then she climbed over me and squatted over my face. I was staring into her hairy split.
"You might lift your face up and show her how much you want to lick her," Muriel "suggested" to me.
I hoisted my face up and began licking Nancy's labia and extended my tongue up into her vulva, pressing my tongue into her sopping vaginal opening.
Her womanly smell was entrancing. It didn't take long for her to respond in rhythm. She moved her bottom and suddenly, exploded and drenched my face with her girly juice. I was only slightly surprised that she was able to move down and impale her vagina on my stiff pole.
Her interior warmth swept onto me, and it felt incredibly wonderful to be inside her. She was the moving partner, propelling herself up and down on my firm shaft. I reached up and grasped her breasts over her top. They felt good and I wanted to ask for permission to take her top off.
"Take it off over my head," she said quietly, anticipating my thoughts perfectly. I did just that and found two firm, charming orbs which I started massaging softly. I felt her nipples grow hard. She kept fucking me and I didn't realize how good it could be to be in the under position.
Muriel told me to lift my legs. I then felt her finger press into my tight anal opening. This did fire me up some more, as if I needed some more stimulation. It was a damn miracle that I hadn't spurted right into Nancy's hot box.
"You're very naughty, Jackie," Muriel said suddenly but in an easy tone. "I felt her finger pressing into me and now knew it had touched the point inside me of my incipient movement.
"Nancy, little Jackie here has a secret he didn't think we'd discover," Muriel was now being cute. "He's going to be making a doody soon."
"Oh, how naughty," Nancy commented. "and here I thought I was receiving his full attention. Don't you dare make a doodoo, Jackie, while you're inside me."
Between Muriel's stimulating my sexually sensitive nerves inside my anal opening and Nancy's sliding up and down on my shaft, I was closer to ejaculating inside Nancy's warm, tight cunt than making a doody while my cock was inside her and being fucked by her.
"Do I have permission to cum inside you, Miss Nancy?" I asked very excitedly.
"You got me going before but I'm not quite there yet this time, Jackie," she smiled. "Hold on a little longer and play with my nipples and all over me if you really have nice feelings about me."
I wanted to tell her that I was quickly falling in love with her because she was so nice as well as pretty. Obviously, Karen had demonstrated my openness to being dominated by assertive women.
Muriel stuck her finger back into my bottom and I could feel her picking a piece off the bowel movement way inside me that she had touched. Her finger emerged and she held it up in front of my face and told me to lick her finger. I could see the little piece of my own doody that she had picked off the tip of my incipient movement.
I licked her finger and took the small piece of my shit into my mouth. It tasted acrid and not at all tasty.
"You don't need to swallow it," Muriel said sharply. "Spit it out into my hand."
I did just that, glad that I'd not gone ahead and taken it down my gullet.
Muriel now inserted that same finger into Nancy's glistening anus as she moved up and down on my cock above me. Nancy squealed when she felt her friend's escort mecidiyeköy finger and then her face reddened when it became obvious to her that Muriel had reached the tip of a bowel movement inside her rectum.
"Naughty Nancy," Muriel cooed, "you are going to make a doody soon too, if I'm right."
"Yes, Mur," Nancy conceded, embarrassed to have her toilet habits exposed in front of me.
This did excite her, however, because she started thinking that Muriel might punish her for having doody waiting in her rectum when she was fucking me.
I kept playing with her hard nipples, pressing them, and then teasing her under her boobs. I could feel it getting warmer inside her pussy and then I felt her inner contractions as she exploded into orgasm.
"May I cum now, Miss Nancy?" I asked Nancy.
Nancy was still coming down from her incredible orgasm. She had stopped thrashing and was now smiling down at me. She mouthed "Yes" and then said it plainly outright.
I began pushing up into her warm, tight vagina and it took me only a few thrusts to feel myself on the verge and then I came, spurting up into her canal.
Muriel allowed us a few minutes to savor our enjoyment. Then she indicated that it was time for us to accompany her to the bathroom. We rose from the bed and walked with her into Karen's well-equipped, ensuite bathroom.
"You both have been naughty and failed my inspections when I checked your oil," she said sternly. "I want you both to sit next to each other on the side of the bathtub," she ordered. "Make sure your bottom is perched beyond the side but you're able to sit without failing off."
Nancy and I positioned ourselves on the tub edge facing out with our legs outside the tub and our bottoms hanging over the inside of the tub.
After Miss Muriel checked out our position, she was dissatisfied. "Move into the tub and then squat facing each other," she now declared.
Nancy and I climbed over the edge into the tub. We were nude, and I was now facing her, looking at her nice boobs and pretty, trimmed bush and pussy. My cock had been exhausted by our recent bout in the bed so was flaccid.
Squatting was not especially comfortable for either of us. In fact, I found it more than uncomfortable. Miss Muriel knew this and told us she expected us now to go ahead and perform our bowel movements into the tub.
"You of course may pee as you excrete your movements," she added.
Neither Nancy nor I needed to push hard to start our bowels moving to excrete our movements. She seemed slightly embarrassed when she began to pee, emitting a lovely golden stream from between her legs. I pushed slightly but did not release any pee.
Soon, I could see a dark brown pointed turd coming down from Nancy's anus. In turn, I began to excrete what felt like a thick, long turd.
Nancy couldn't resist giggling and saying, "Oh, Jackie, you are making such a big doody!" I smiled and said more softly, "I'm enjoying see yours slide out back there, Miss Nancy."
Our doody--both of them--were firm enough so that they lay on the floor of the tub without coiling. Once we were finished with making our doody, Miss Muriel told us to stand, use some toilet paper to pick up our doody and put it in the toilet. I managed to do that fairly readily and Nancy did too, but she dropped part of her poo when she was getting it into the toilet paper. She reached down, picked it up with her fingers, and put it in the paper. Then she put it into the toilet.
"Jackie, get down and when Miss Nancy bends over the side of the tub from the inside, lick her clean," Muriel now declared.
I followed her order and fortunately, Nancy had had a clean movement. There was a little residue around her pretty little anus, and I licked it contentedly. Muriel told Nancy to turn round so I could lean in and lick her vulva clean. She did turn and I began licking her split. I could tell that this was turning Nancy on, and I did taste the pee that had been on her labia and pubic hair between her legs.
Muriel now ordered me to bend over and spread my legs on the inside of the tub. She told Nancy that because she had been naughty, she would now have to lick my hole clean.
I had a feeling that both of them had had plenty of experience in cleaning each other's buttholes. Nancy did not hesitate in applying her tongue to mine. I could tell that I had shit fairly cleanly too.
Muriel now asked her friend if she had been satisfied with her intercourse with me. Nancy grinned and said she enjoyed the experience and that I had responded well to her taking the lead from above.
"Then he did thrust at the end on his own to bring me off, Mur," she confirmed.
"That's well and good," Muriel snapped, "but you both have been quite naughty. Bend over the tub next to each other on the outside."
We quickly climbed out of the tub and turned round to bend over with our bottoms sticking out from the tub edge.
Muriel came over behind us and suddenly, I felt her tap my bottom with what I assumed was a cane. Before I could give this much more thought, she drew it back and fired two quick stingers at the middle of my bottom. I couldn't help crying out, but I did hold position.