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I became a submissive, part one I walked in the side door, removed my dress, put the collar around my neck. Hesitated a bit and walked into my destiny. This is a story of Incest submission and B.D.S.M. there are explicit scenes About a year ago. I spent a week-end at my their cottage with my sister Marge her husband and a friend Rick. I slept with Rick and this resulted in my fiancé Gerry ending our relation. During that period. I had also got involved sexually with my sister Marge, She got me off in her van when I was really horny, and admitted to me that she had for years wanted me. I promised to repay the favour by spending a night with her. I did a couple of months later. My Sister Marge She was an enigma and a problem for me. I had let her touch me in a sexual manner in her van. True, I was so horny that time I was almost out of my mind. The second time at the cottage, during my week-end with Rick. It was more curiosity. It bothered me that the first woman to touch me sexually was my own sister. Actually, I had a problem dealing with the fact that I had really enjoyed making out with her and the realization that I was bisexual. I knew that my Mom and she were bisexual, but discovering this about myself was a bit disconcerting. To add to my introspective, I had promised my sister, I would spent a night with her let her “use my body” as she put it. And, not withstanding my questioning of my sexual orientation, I was looking forward to it with both hesitation and trepidations. There was also a conversation I had with our Mom after coming back from the cottage. She seemed quite at ease with Marge and I making out. Also she let me know that Marge liked to dominate her women, both of them Marge and Mom were dominatrix. She even told me a few women she knew would appreciate having me in their bed, including herself. She had refused to answer my question when I asked if she played with Marge. It shook me up and worried me. If I got involved in an incestuous relationship with my sister, would I someday end up in bed with my own mother? To say I was in a quandary is an understatement. I had to talk seriously to Marge. I called her and set a meeting in the municipal park. We could find a seat out of the way and have a talk in private. Sitting next to her I was wet and could feel my pussy lips swelling. I hoped she did not notice. “Did you change your mind about repaying you dept Fran? If you have hesitations you know I won’t hold you to it or hold your backing out against you. Be very sure . This has to be of your own free will.” “No, that is not the reason for our meeting. I will admit that I am a little afraid of where it may lead. Mom let escape that you liked to dominate your women” “The main reason, Marge, is I have a question for you, it is important to me.” “Ask.” “Do you and Mom make out?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “Ok, I’ll come clean. Once we were at the cottage, just me and Mom, I was horny and I made her understand that I was available to play if she wanted. She sat me down and told me that both her girls were very sexy and she loved us, but that having sex with her own daughters no matter how tempted she might be, was a line she would not cross.” “Yet, she seems ok with us having an incestuous relation.” “Strange, don’t you think?” “She is not always easy to understand.” “This is the week-end that I told her I like to dominate and use my women. She arranged for me to meet a Dominatrix friend of hers, to be trained in the does and don’ts. You istanbul travesti do not want to do permanent harm to a submissive. You want to play with her. She has to enjoy it too.” “That worries me some, that dominatrix streak in you. I certainly would not want to be whipped, burned, cut, choked, or suffer great pain.” “I am a Dom. I am not into hurting my pets. I may spank their ass until it is good and red, mess with their nipples, pussy and clit, or some bondage if they like it. I will also use nipple and pussy lips clamps with or without training weights, inflict some moderate pain depending on what they tolerate. I am not into breath restriction. The only thing I put around the neck of my pets is a collar and a leash. If they are tied or in any way restricted, I don’t leave them alone for even a minute. Scat games, forget it. I am not into any of that dirt. I do however love to fuck them with a strap-on, both in the pussy and the ass. I have different size dildos to go with it and I let them choose the size they like.” That was getting me hotter still. I could feel my pussy twitch and my clit and nipples getting engorged and swelling , my nipples were getting hard and sticking out. I was trying to hide this but Marge was looking at my nipples sticking out trough my blouse. I knew she noticed but did not say anything. “That clears things, some. These dildos of yours, they are big?” “Don’t take what you see on the net as normal Dom/sub behaviour. These women having things five or six inches across and over a foot long inserted into their holes are exceptions and most of them get damaged down there by these things and sooner or later have to have the damage surgically repaired, aside from other problems.” “My biggest dildo would be the size on very well hung man. Some of my pets only like to serve me and be a bit humiliated. One likes to have her tits and pussy spanked hard and then I get her to lick and tongue fuck my ass while masturbating and finger fucking herself. She is quite good at it. I wonder if she does it to her husband.” “I have even two sluts I use for their husband’s pleasure, before they fucks their brains out. No, I don’t let the husbands touch me, only the women. Another guy is a widower. I sometimes take a slut to him for an evening of games. He is not really rough, but loves to fuck their mouth and ass and is quite found of bondage,” “One more very important thing, I will never do anything to you that you don’t want, and you will be able to stop everything at any time.” In my head I was already fantasising about being used by her. I know I was squirming on the seat I was hoping she would take me then and there. “That pretty well answers my questions. Thanks Marge.” I was so hot I was afraid I would come. My panties were wet and I was breathing hard. “Little sister you seem to be all horny. I think that you are more tempted that you let on, but today I will not help you to get release. You will only get release from me if and when you decide to submit to me.” This disappointed me a lot. I needed release so much, I was almost shaking with desire. But I realised later that this was probably her way to push my buttons .She knew me well and she just told me enough to accomplish her purpose, that is getting me to be submissive to her. “Take time to consider everything. I will not bring the subject of your supposed debt up again. Once your decision is made, let me know, Fran.” We exchanged a kiss and istanbul travestileri each went home. The first thing I did at home was get naked, lay on my bed and finger fuck and masturbate until I was exhausted. At least I did not have to worry about ending up in bed with my Mom, if Marge could be believed and I did believe her. She would not lie about something like that, but there was a lot for me to consider and carefully ponder before making a decision. I definitely had the hots for Marge, but did I want to go down that road. I was hesitant, but I was also curious about exploring a world Marge had hinted at. After all, an incestuous relationship was not quite a normal thing or something I had prepared for until a month ago. Such a relation had never entered even my dreams, or nightmares if you prefer. And, she wanted me to be a submissive to her. Did I want that? Would I like it and not stop? It was a very slippery slope considering I was tempted to try it. If I did not want to continue after a first experience, would she try to pressure me to continue? I did not think so, but I had to consider it. She was my sister. I trusted her not to hurt me, but in the heat of a scene, as they call it, would she go further than planned or agreed to? More importantly, what did I want to experience and what did I not want to do or have done to me? The more I thought about it, the more my pussy got wet. I could feel my juices run down my thighs, just fantasising about it One thing I knew for sure I would definitely be a pet or more to Marge, in other words her slut. I had to explore that side of my sexuality. I would have to have another talk with Marge and do further research on the subject. Sex was one thing, but being used and undoubtedly abused, suffering some pain, even if light, was a different thing. I needed to set some limits, but considering our talk earlier I did not think she would go too far with me. After some research on the net, I contacted Marge again. We met on Tuesday at the little cafe where we normally go. “So little sister, you have decided to be a pet for me?” “Yes but I don’t want to be caned. I saw the marks it leaves. I am willing to submit to anything else at least for one time, to see where my limits are.” “Ok Jimmy is leaving Friday after work to go and help his father replace the roof on his house. That leaves us until Monday. He took Monday off. When are you free during the week-end? ” My pussy was already twitching just thinking about the weekend. “I have no plan for the whole week end.” “Come with me in my van I have things to tell you.” Once in the van, “Now remove your panties slut.” That both surprised and made me hornier . “Spread your legs and play with yourself while I give you your instructions.” I did not play with myself fast enough for her. She took my nipples through my blouse and bra and squeezed them till I let out a loud, “Ouch.” “Now slut, when I give you an order, you obey immediately.” I wasted no time doing as I was told and inserted a finger in my cunt. She opened my blouse took my tits out of my bra and gave them each a good slap I almost came right there. To my surprise the pain was good. “I did not tell you to finger fuck yourself. I said play with yourself and don’t make yourself come until I say you may.” “Now, my instructions to you. Don’t talk. Listen carefully.” “You will call me Mistress at all times when we are playing. You will do as you are told immediately travesti istanbul unless you have used your safe word which I will give you later.” Immediate blind obedience would be required of me. This surprised and scared me a bit. Could I comply with such control over my actions? I was an independent woman, more used to giving instructions in my professional live than being given orders. For now I obeyed and did not say a word. I let Marge finish with her instructions to me. “I will call you slut or bitch as I see fit. Come on now, squeeze that cunt of yours hard and pull on that nice clit.” It was hard not to come doing this. Squeezing and pulling on my clit sent feelings of pain/pleasure down my legs and up all the way to my nipples. “Tonight, you can do whatever you want, even have yourself fucked by half the town, but as of tomorrow, Wednesday, you will not touch yourself. I want you good and horny Friday evening. Is that clear?” I managed to nod. I was on the edge of an orgasm. She must have noticed “Bitch, I did not say you could make yourself come yet.” “Friday, you will be at my place at exactly 8 p.m. You will wear a blouse and a short skirt. No bra or panties. You will be freshly shaved. You will come in the side door. On the hook next to the door there will be a collar and leash. You will put it on. You will undress and go in the den and wait for me with your hands behind you back, kneeling on the floor. If you disobey any of those instructions, there will be punishment.” “Now bitch show me how much of a slut you are. Make yourself come. And don’t forget to stretch that clit of yours.” I fingered myself while pulling on my clit till it hurt. As I was on the edge, she took my nipples and squeezed them hard. I had a great big orgasm. One of the biggest I could remember. The pain mixed with the pleasure was a feeling I had never before experienced. “You will make an excellent slut little sister, if you let me train you well.” Her voice was hypnotic to me .I was a bit apprehensive at the meaning of being trained, but at the same time my curiosity was growing The idea of my faith being in the hands of another was exciting. I did not know what the training would include, this filled me with anticipation. I was also a little afraid, I has seen some pretty scary thing during my search on the net, Women suspended from the ceiling by their tits with ropes, whipped with cats of nine tails, caned until there were welts all over their backs, ass and legs, and more. I definitely had a submissive side to me. It was screaming to get out. This I fully realised now but, how far I would go worried me some. Marge was looking at me and rubbing my tits, giving me time to think, she must have known the battle going on in my head . Some Doms I knew had their subs service their friends. Loaned them out to other Doms. She had mentioned the widower to whom she brought some of her sluts to play. She had given no details, but I presumed both of them played with the sub. Was he the only one with whom she shared her subs? Did she humiliate her slut in public or expose them in these get-to-gathers for those involved in the life style? She also told me before that she would do nothing or have me do nothing to which I did not agree. I had to trust her or not. If I trusted her, it was time to give in to my submissive side. “Mistress I will be your slut and submit to any and all training you see fit to put me through and accept any punishment for my shortcomings. I will be a good slut for your pleasure and my only wish is to serve you well. I accept to have all my limits explored under your guidance.” “Ok Slut I will be your Mistress and trainer. I am a harsh Mistress, as you will discover, but I take good care of my sluts,” “Now eat me, slut. I need to come too.” …

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