Johnny stood there surveying the two young girls who lay bound on the bed before him. One of them was Lisa, his stepsister, and the one responsible for their current situation.
It was Lisa who found the bondage sites on Johnny's laptop. However, it was Amy, her best friend, who had been the catalyst that brought them to the motel.
Now both girls lay on a dirty worn-out motel mattress, naked except for their skimpy panties, and at the whim of her stepbrother's twisted desires... whatever they may be.
"So you two little sluts want to know what it's like to serve a Dominant do you? You think you are submissive material? Are you even worthy of consideration to such a position?" he snarled.
Johnny's demeanor had suddenly turned and even Lisa didn't recognize the man in front of them now.
"Let's find out if you two are worthy to be called submissives, shall we. And since you were the little busybody that started us all on this little journey of exploration, Sis, I think it's only right you should be first!" he said.
He grabbed Lisa by the hair and dragged her off the bed, screaming out in shock and surprise, sending her crashing to the floor with a thud.
"Ow! Johnny you are hurting me!" she cried out.
But Johnny didn't leave it at that, though. He pulled her up screeching again to a kneeling position by the hair and when she was settled in place, he slapped her face.
"Didn't I tell you that the next time you failed to address me properly I was going to punish you? Apparently, you think I am just playing around here. So I'm going to show the both of you that I am serious and this is not a game. Where is your purse?" he asked.
"O-over there on the t-table," she stammered.
He went over to get the purse and started rummaging through it until she found what he was looking for. He held up a hairbrush.
"This won't do for my purposes. Amy, do you have a hairbrush in your purse?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," she said cautiously.
"Good girl. It seems you are more cooperative than this little cunt," he said.
He fished through Amy's purse, bringing out her hairbrush. "This is a little better. It will have to do for now," he said.
Walking back to stand in front of Lisa, he grabbed her by the hair again and hefted her to her feet. Holding her hair and pulling down on it, Lisa had to hold her face up to ease the strain on her short hair.
"Now bitch, when I give you an order, I expect it to be followed to the letter, Understand?" he shouted.
"Yes Sir! Please, please let go of my hair, Sir, you're hurting me!" Lisa complained.
"That wasn't what I asked!" he said.
He grabbed a nipple of her small B-cup tit and pinched it hard, twisting it while he did until she screamed in pain.
"Yes! I thought those little bumps you call tits were sensitive! I may be able to use them for something after all!"
He let go of her nipple and spun her around, pushing her onto the bed so that her upper body lay on the old mattress but her legs hung over the edge. This put her ass in the perfect position for what he wanted to do next.
With one hand on the small of her back, he held the girl down firmly on the bed. With the other hand, he yanked her panties down and off, leaving her completely naked now. Then he picked up Amy's hairbrush and began paddling her upturned ass with it.
Smack!
"Owch! Oh Fuck!" Lisa squealed.
Smack!
"Owch! Sir please!" she squealed again.
Johnny gave her a couple more swats on the ass before pausing. He let the burn set in for a couple of moments while he looked at Amy who looked at the scene terrified.
But in that fear, he saw something else... Amy was starting to look interested! He moved over to her and sat her up on the bed so she could get a good view of what was going on.
"Are you paying attention slut? Because this will be you if you don't behave!" he growled at her.
"Yes Sir!" she said, trying to mask her arousal at watching her friend get spanked.
He turned back to his work. He began a barrage of ten hard fast swats, alternating sides and without pausing. Lisa screeched and squirmed under his assault. When he was finished, she lay sobbing quietly on the bed.
"Now who am I slut?" he asked.
"Y-you are... Sir," she sobbed.
"That's right. And you'd do well to remember that, slut!" he said.
"Y-yes, Sir. I'm sorry Sir," Lisa said quietly as she composed herself.
"That's better. Now we can continue," he said.
He reached down to unfasten one end of the double bolt snap holding her ankles together. He didn't remove the ankle cuffs, but at least her legs were separated again. He moved between them to hold them apart and prevent her from closing them.
"Now slut, let's have a look at that tight little cunt of yours!" he said.
"Sir! Please!" she said, looking back frightened.
"Oh, Sir, Please!" he mocked. "Shut the fuck up! I know that you're a little cocktease. I know that you go around school shaking that tight ass and driving the boys nuts with your little flirting ways.
"You seem to forget I was once one of those young boys who walked around all day with a hard-on because some little tramp like you kept me stiff as the school flagpole. I know what goes on in high school... I have been there, done that!
"I also happen to know that you are no virgin either, little lady. Mom and Dad may think you are pure as the driven snow, but I know better. So don't give me your little innocent act because I'm not buying it.
"Remember, you two are the ones wanting to see how it feels to submit to a Dominant. So, my tasty little sluts, you are going to find out!"
Johnny moved the hand that was holding her down to her ass cheek, spreading them apart. He shoved two fingers of his other hand into Lisa's pussy and began to finger fuck her. Slowly at first because she wasn't lubed up, but as she became wetter he moved faster.
Lisa was crying at first, humiliated, and ashamed that her own stepbrother was treating her like this. But soon her sobs began to diminish as her body started to respond to his probing fingers.
She became sopping wet and his fingers started making a squishing noise as they moved inside her. Despite her horror at being debased like this, she started raising her hips and pushing back at his intruding hand.
"Ohhh..." she moaned softly.
He smiled to himself. Yes, his sister was a slut and she could be manipulated. Maybe not as easily as Amy, but then he liked a challenge! And you couldn't ask for a handier piece of ass than your own sister! He would make her forget every other boy she'd had. He'd make her want only him from now on!
Lisa's best friend, Amy, had potential too. A couple of years older than Lisa, Amy had more of a body to her which pleased Johnny. And she was easily trainable since she was already sweet on him. He would make her his as well. After all, what is better than one submissive slut–TWO submissive sluts!
Johnny continued pumping his fingers in and out of Lisa's dripping pussy. She moaned and squirmed and writhed as his fingers churned inside her, making her more and more aroused. She hadn't expected anything like this, she was simply curious about this stuff.
But now she found herself playing a role in it and she was enjoying it! She knew she shouldn't; she should be ashamed and humiliated and shocked.
This was her stepbrother after all. Her stepbrother whose fingers were stirring around inside her drooling pussy... her stepbrother who had her naked and bound in a seedy motel... and her stepbrother who was turning her on like nothing she had ever known before!
"Ohhh, Sirrr..." she moaned out again.
Her body was betraying her. It was responding to what was happening to it despite her attempts to keep her mind focussed on how wrong this was. Mom and Dad would be so mad at them... and she would be so embarrassed and ashamed if they found out.
Yes, this was terribly, terribly wrong... but oh my God, did it feel good!
"Sir... please..." she moaned.
She was losing the fight and she knew it. If this kept up, her willpower would crumble and she would give in to his lusts–she wouldn't be able to stop herself. She spread her legs wider for him and began to hump her hips on his fingers.
Knowing now that there were no worries of his sister changing her mind and calling things off just when they got going, he took his hand off her back and instead put it under her so he could play with her clit. This new move got an immediate and remarkable response.
"Oh Fuck, Sir! Yes! Yes, play with my clit! Oh God, Sir! Please, please you're going to make me cum!" she gasped.
"So you want to cum, do you? You want me to make you cum, you dirty slut?" he snarled.
"Yes, Sir, Please, please make me cum! Oh please!" she cried.
He grinned evilly. He thrust his fingers deep in her wet hole and twisted them in a circle to the left, then to the right, pressing hard into her.
Then without warning, he pulled them out just as she was about to plunge headlong over her precipice. He left her on the bed as he went to get the wooden chair by the table and brought it back to the bedside.
"Wha...? Sir, please! I was just about there! Oh please don't stop! Put them back in! Make me cum, Sir, pleeease!" she whined.
He didn't answer her right away. He left her on the bed as he went to get the wooden chair by the table and brought it back to the bedside.
He hefted her to her feet and set her in the chair. As he unhooked her wrists, threading them through the slats in the chair back and reattached them, he explained why he stopped.
"First off, bitch, you haven't earned the right to cum. Submissives have to work for their pleasure, and you haven't done anything but get in trouble so far.
"Secondly, when you do earn it, you have to ask permission if you want me to make you cum. You will have to learn to beg for it... and make me believe it!
"Now you sit there like a good girl and watch as I play with this other slut for awhile. Keep your feet on the outside of the chair legs just like this so I can see that drippy little slut cunt. If you close your legs, you will be sorry!" he said.
"Yes, Sir," she sulked that he left her, his own sister, in such a frustrated state.
He walked slowly over to Amy, who had been watching the goings-on the whole time. He saw her eyes grow wide as he got closer. If he could treat his sister this way, what did he have planned for her? He stood in front of her for a moment, watching as she trembled, waiting...
Johnny reached out to grab Amy by the hair pulling her up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He pulled her head back to look up at him.
"Have you been paying attention slut? Do you think you can do a better job than that disobedient tramp over here?" he asked.
"Y-yes S-Sir," she stammered.
"Then prove it!" he said.
He pushed her backward and raised her legs by the snap hook connecting them. Holding her legs up, he quickly pulled her panties off, leaving her as naked as her best friend sitting in the chair watching.
Amy gasped at the suddenness of his actions, even though she pretty much knew what he was going to do. He unhooked her ankles, allowing her to part her legs, and then dragged her by her feet to the side of the bed so Lisa could get a good view of what he was going to do to her. He rolled Amy onto her stomach and spread her legs wide apart, letting Lisa see her pussy clearly.
"You have a pretty little cunt there, slut... and I see it's already getting wet. Good for you, I just might be able to train you after all!" he said.
Amy moaned... she had already gotten a sampling of his teasing and she had watched Lisa getting fingerfucked. She knew that very soon she would be just as aroused and just as desperate for release as Lisa was now. She only hoped that she could persuade him to finish her off and grant her that release!
