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As my trembling hand reached for the doorknob of my bedroom, I couldn’t help but place the other hand against my chest, hoping to calm the racing of my heart.
Opening that door meant facing the possibility of my vague anxieties morphing into a stark reality.
What awaited me inside could shatter the image of Aryanna as a mere sisterly figure, replacing it with the unsettling sight of her assuming the role of my brother’s submissive.
Summoning courage, I took a deep breath and lightly tapped on the bedroom door. The handle quivered slightly in my grasp, a testament to the fear that gripped me.
Yet, amidst it all, a resolute determination emerged—I knew that regardless of what lay before my eyes, my unwavering obedience to my brother would remain steadfast.
“I will not be outdone by her.”
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The moment I turned the doorknob and peered into the room, my body froze, paralyzed by the scene that unfolded before me. It was exactly as I had feared—Aryanna had become my brother’s submissive, his obedient plaything.
The tableau that met my eyes was both shocking and strangely captivating. My brother, seated cross-legged in the center of the bed, commanded attention, while Aryanna, devoid of clothing, lay face down beside him.
Arching her alabaster buttocks into the air, she sensually licked her brother’s toes with her tongue, then proceeded to envelop each digit, from the little toe to the big toe, in her mouth, as if performing a toe-centric rendition of a blowjob.
Her slender, graceful neck sported a thick black leather collar, akin to that of a well-trained pet.
“Ellie, come here,” my brother’s voice pierced through my daze, causing my body to jolt involuntarily.
“Hurry,” he urged, his tone brooking no delay.
Numbly, I moved forward, my limbs reminiscent of a sleepwalker’s unsteady gait, until I found myself on the bed, kneeling before my brother.
It was then that my gaze was inevitably drawn towards the captivating figure of Aryanna.
Her countenance, suffused with an intoxicating blend of sensuality and unabashed desire, labeled her as a mature vixen—no longer the intelligent and confident female secretary I had once known.
“Ellie, look at the submissive before you. She is a true submissive, molded and trained by my hand over an extended period of time,” my brother declared, his grasp tightening on the leash connected to Aryanna’s dog collar.
Under the forceful tug, my sister lifted her head, releasing the toe she had so fervently attended to. Despite the rough treatment she endured, her cries were muffled, barely escaping her lips, as she obediently cast her glazed eyes upon our brother.
In that moment, Aryanna’s transformation was complete, her entire demeanor bearing no resemblance to the intelligent woman she had once been—now reduced to nothing more than a docile object at the whim of her master.
A profound sense of fulfillment radiated through the room as my sister embraced her role as a willing and contented servant to our master.
Before me stood my older brother, a mischievous grin adorning his face, as he extended a crimson leather dog collar towards my younger sibling.
Intricately engraved upon the collar were bold letters that caught my attention. I glanced at the collar I held in my trembling hand.
Emblazoned on the collar were the words:
[Bitch No. 3. Ellie]
“Bitch No. 3…?” I murmured, my voice barely audible.
“Elliе. Our mother also served as your master’s submissive. She was known as Bitch No. 2,” my brother explained, a note of pride lacing his words.
“Elliе, do you like the gift?” he inquired, anticipation evident in his eyes.
I nodded silently in response, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through me. The moment I adorned that collar around my neck, I would officially become my brother’s cherished bitch—a thought that filled me with euphoria.
“Elliе, I am overjoyed,” my brother expressed, his voice laced with satisfaction.
“But why aren’t you wearing a necklace?” I questioned, a tinge of curiosity coloring my words.
“Brother, please be the one to place the collar around the bitch’s neck,” I implored, my voice barely concealing my yearning.
“Very well,” he acquiesced, a gleam of amusement dancing in his eyes. With a gentle touch, my brother secured the leather necklace around my neck, eliciting a slight discomfort that quickly dissipated, replaced by a strangely pleasing sensation against my skin.
“It suits you beautifully. A dog collar complements a bitch like no other adornment,” my brother remarked, his hand tenderly caressing my head. As he attached a shimmering silver leash to the collar, he continued, “Elliе, it is a lovely necklace. Now, come and serve your master alongside me.”
“Yes, sister,” my sister Aryanna responded, her voice devoid of any honorifics towards me. With the leather necklace now adorning her neck, Aryanna had shed the illusion of sisterhood, recognizing me for what I truly was—a bitch, just like her.
Crawling towards our brother, our bodies poised on all fours, we obediently nestled ourselves between his legs.
Aryanna, with a delicate touch, extended the tip of her tongue towards our master’s erect cock, commencing a lascivious act of devotion. “Elliе also yearns to serve our master,” she whispered, her voice laden with desire.
Finding my place beside my sister, I too pressed my tongue against our brother’s throbbing cock. The scene before me was one of undeniable debauchery, as our tongues intertwined, each mirroring the other’s lascivious movements—an explicit display of our shared dedication to fulfilling our master’s desires.
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