While Jack never talked to me about the sexual relationship we were forging, he did talk to his LushStories Mistress at great length about it. Jack never suspected that I had discovered his predilection for BDSM by snooping through his computer. Nor did he suspect I had discovered his Lush Stories persona, Submale287, and had become his “Mistress Leta.”
I was becoming obsessed with thoughts about dominating my big brother sexually after 18 years of being his normal, socially acceptable, little sister. Now all day long, all I could think about were all the sexy things I wanted to do to him. I couldn’t wait until bedtime, when I would retire to my room and become Mistress Leta.
Laying naked in my bed, I cruised numerous BDSM web sites, becoming more and more aroused by this new world I had entered. While I waited for Jack to log on to Lush, I developed plans to further sexually dominate my big brother.
“Hello Mistress,” Jack had finally logged in.
“Good evening worm,” I typed, “how did your evening go with your sister. I expect a full detailed report.”
Jack delivered a good report, in delicious detail, of what we had done the night before.
“You said you were blindfolded worm. How can you be sure she was naked?” I questioned him.
“I could feel her nudity against my skin mistress,” Jack answered.
“But you did see her nude when I had you sneak into her bedroom while she was asleep,” I asked.
“Yes Mistress,” Jack quickly replied.
“Tell me again,” I ordered, “I don’t remember what she looked like. Be clear in your description.”
“Yes Mistress,” Jack continued, “Jenny is beautiful at 5’ 7”, 133 pounds, with long black hair streaked with red. She has stunning light blue eyes and 34A breasts. That night I saw she shaves her pussy, but couldn’t see much more in the light I had, Mistress.”
“Small tits,” I criticized, “don’t you wish they were bigger, you little worm?”
“Mistress, I think they are perfect. I almost came when she rubbed them over my thighs last night,” Jack defended.
“Is your little cock hard now worm,” I wondered, “as you tell me about your sister?”
“Yes Mistress,” Jack answered.
“You are not to touch it,” I ordered, “Is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress,” Jack typed, but I could almost detect a little whimper in his message.
“I have new orders for you worm,” I directed, “you are to buy a leather cock sling for yourself and a three piece leather sleeved bikini for your sister.”
“But Mistress,” Jack responded, “I don’t know where I could get these.”
“Be a man, you little worm, their are sex shops everywhere and places on line,” I told him and added, “Maybe I should end our relationship you worm.”
“No, please, I will get them somehow Mistress,” Jack pleaded.
“Very well.” I continued, “When you have them, ask your sister to wear the bikini for you and in return you will model the sling for her. If she agrees, you are to obey her as you would me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Jack obeyed.
“I want a full report from you when you have done this you little worm,” I demanded.
“Yes, Mistress,” Jack replied, “but what should I do if she refuses?”
A few moments later, the screen only showed, Mistress Leta seems to have left the conversation.
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I had become fascinated and excited by items I had seen online. I wanted to buy some to use with my brother but, I was afraid my parents would discover them if I had them shipped to my house. Therefore, I decided I would visit, for the first time in my life, a sex shop.
I had seen some shops downtown, but they weren’t in very nice areas. Luckily, I found one online way across town in a suburb I had never heard of. That was fine by me, because I sure didn’t want any one I knew to see me shopping there.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect as I pulled into the parking lot of Delicious Pleasures. I was a little frightened, but also more than a little excited. I don’t know what I expected would happen inside but by the way my pussy was feeling, I was ready for anything.
I took a deep breath, for courage, and pulled open the door. I was overcome by a flood of very pleasant orders. The smell of new leather, some kind of jasmine oil, and a flood of fragrant candles of many varieties filled the air. As I took it all in, an older woman with graying hair and looking remarkably like Mrs. Butterworth stepped forward.
“Hello my dear, may I help you?” she asked, sensing my embarrassment, she added, “First time visiting our little pleasure palace?”
“Yes, it is.” I softly mumbled still looking around and seeing things I had never seen before.
“Is there anything specifically you are looking for dear?” she sweetly asked.
I was ready for this, “My boyfriend and I have been talking about, well wondering about, a small flogging whip that we had seen online. I thought it would be fun to get him one for his birthday next week.”
“Of course,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, “I have just the thing for you over here.”
I followed her over to a display full of a variety of little whips similar to what I had seen online. She offered one to me.
“This is the style I started with when I was about your age,” she said with a wink and a smile. “The handle is handmade with a soft goat skin and the whips are made of soft suede, don’t you just love the smell?”
I had to admit the smell was intoxicating and she had picked one for me that was black and red to match my hair color. It was soft to the touch but I could feel its painful potential. It was just what I wanted.
“How much is this, ma-am?” I asked.
“Oh please call me Deloris, sweetheart,” she sweetly responded. “This one sells for $59.99.” She saw my disappointment, and quickly added, “But since you are a new customer, I can offer you a 33% discount if you purchase over $100 worth of merchandise.”
“Why thank you Deloris, my name is ... Leta,” I countered, “what would you suggest to someone who is new to all this?”
“May I ask who will be using the flogger, dear?” she asked with such a sweet and innocent demeanor I couldn’t resist her.
“I will,” I said with a boldness that surprised me.
Deloris sweetly smiled as she said, “Oh my dear, you are a girl after my own heart, I have been keeping that hubby of mine in check for almost fifty years with my little flogger! Men are so easily keep in line with a little leather and a flash of skin.”
I found her absolutely delightful. She was like the grandmother I had never known, only a kinkier version. I was completely at ease with her and asked, “What would you recommend?”
She stared at me for a few moments, and said, “You promise not to be shocked Leta?”
“I can’t promise that, there are things in here I can’t even begin to imagine, but I promise you I won’t be offended.” I told her, “What is it?”
“Follow me,” she said with that twinkle again in her eye, “This is the most wonderful thing, Leta. It has been the key to my happiness and his for years.”
Deloris reached under a counter and set it in front of me.
“A rubber penis?” I asked, disappointed and amused. “Deloris, I know what a dildo is...”
“Oh, this is more than that,” she interrupted, “look more carefully.” She held it up for me to examine. “This is a silicon ball gag with a dildo for him. This strap holds it in place, this end goes in his mouth, and this wonderful end can go anywhere you wish it to go. Best of all, it shuts him up. He won’t be able to say a single word.”
I started to laugh as I imagined this large silicon penis growing out of my brother’s mouth.
“How much?” I asked.
“This sells for $49.99,” she quickly added, “I will sell both this Ball Gag and the Flogger to you for $75, as an introductory price.” She picked up a felt blindfold and added, “I’d make him wear this when you play Leta. It is my gift to you!”
How could I refuse? As she wrapped up my purchases, she held the gag and looked at it for a moment, “Oh Leta, my dear, this will soon be your best friend. I promise you!”
With a wink, she handed me my purchases. I left the store happy the bag was a simple blue plastic without a screaming ad for Sex-toys-r-us written all over the outside.
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Later that night in my room, I carefully examined my purchases. I fondled the flogger’s handle like it was a cock, stroking it’s soft leather handle. The handle was also stiff, like an erection. I noticed my face in the mirror of the dresser next to my bed. My face was flushed and I could see my erect nipples stretching the cotton of my shirt.
I ran the handle down my shirt, across my breasts, teasing my hard nipples and then down my body along the inner thighs of my jeans. I unbuttoned my shirt and moved the handle across my exposed nipples exciting them even more. I moved the handle back down to my jeans and pushed the handle firmly against my denim covered pussy. Using a familiar rocking motion against its stiffness I was becoming incredibly excited.
I quickly undressed and in the full light from my bed side lamps, I laid back on my bedspread and slowly and gently dragged the soft suede tails of the flogger across my body.
Slowly sweeping the tails across my neck, I spent some time running the tails back and forth across my breasts, and then down my stomach.
