Owned by Two Sisters

Impatient, Melissa spoke up. "Now it's my turn," she said. Her wide smile was sinister yet strangely inviting. Though she was prettier than my wife, I'd never cared for this woman, even forced myself not to see her as attractive, even though she was. Yet something was in the air tonight, something different. Something that would change everything.

I gingerly removed the strap on the back of one of her heels and let the shoe dangle and then fall to the floor. I repeated the process for the other shoe, and she immediately held her bare foot to me, bypassing my hands, bringing her toes to my lips, demanding to be served.

"Open up," she demanded. My wife giggled. "That's right. Obey or be whipped." Her attempt at sounding authoritative was comedic, yet it was entirely humorless. "Now lick. Lick all of them."

I began worshiping my sister-in-law's feet. My tongue draped across the soft bottoms of her well-manicured toes, sweeping back and forth, stopping to enjoy each toe individually. I surprised myself when a soft moan escaped me. Her toes tasted of something pleasant and fruity. I wondered if she'd prepared for this in advance.

"Good little pet. Don't forget in-between the toes. Make them sparkle the way you do your wife's."

On command, my tongue slithered into and out of the cracks between Melissa's toes, finding more of that pleasant fruity flavor. She had done well as her feet didn't taste quite like her older sister's feet. I moaned again, as if eating ice cream on a hot day. This made them both giggle.

"Good boy. Ah, yes. That feels very good. I see why you like this, Debi." More giggles. "Massage them. Yes, like that. Oh, yes. Kisses, don't forget to kiss them. That's right, kiss my feet adoringly. Kiss them like you're trying to get out of a whipping." At this, they cackled gaily.

"I think he's enjoying it, Sis," my wife said.

"Raymond? Open wide." I stretched my lips wide as she pushed five toes into my mouth, then kept pushing until all the toes disappeared." Then Mistress Melissa produced an iPhone and began snapping pictures, a humiliating record of my sister-in-law's foot shoved partway down my throat. My wife took out her camera and did the same. I wanted to crawl away and die. Now they had proof and would forever use this against me, an event I could never deny or wish away. They would forever bring up this night in conversation the way women, in particular sisters, could. I was doomed. With her foot still in my mouth, I licked her toes like sweet candy, and as she removed it, I kept worshiping her foot. I closed my eyes and licked and sucked and kissed as if I were enjoying a succulent watermelon. She began thrusting her great toe in and out of my mouth like a penis, fucking me in some weird way. Each time her toe passed through my lips, I sucked it and made a popping, slurping sound we both seemed to enjoy. This went on for some time. If it were possible, I half-expected her to jet a spray of cum down my throat. I nearly wished she would.

Without realizing it, I had brought a hand to my cock, in plain sight of both women, and had been stroking myself for some time. If the ladies were enjoying the foot worshiping, they were not alone. There was something oddly satisfying about being used for the sexual gratification of someone I didn't particularly like. While I could have been whipped for taking such liberties without permission, I kept on stroking myself. Melissa then began petting the top of my head with her other foot while simultaneously pushing the other deep in my mouth. She wiggled her toes on the back of my tongue, then pulled out so I could resume servicing her toes individually. Judging by her expression, she was enjoying herself more than I'd ever imagined she would.

"Looks like I'm going to have to put you in chastity, mister," Mistress Debi said. But I kept on licking and sucking and stroking myself.

"This feels amazing," Melissa said.

"He really is useful, isn't he?" All smiles.

"I'd really enjoy making a movie of you two having sex," Melissa said.

"Oh, we'll definitely have to try that, Sis! But I have another idea, something I know you're going to enjoy."

Then the women exchanged a knowing glance.

"Raymond?" The voice was that of my wife. But Melissa seemed unwilling to remove her foot from my mouth. She spread her toes so as to keep them locked in place. I could only mumble. "Mistress Melissa and I were talking earlier, and..."

I arrived promptly at seven wearing a suit so expensive, I'd had to rent it. Mistress Melissa was dressed elegantly as before, same long black evening dress with the seductive slit up the sides, same open-toed pumps, no doubt worn to remind me what would be going into my mouth. I studied her toes, wondering what the night would bring. Red toenail polish glistened on freshly painted nails. The sight made me shiver with anticipation. She was scorching hot and she knew it. I handed her a bouquet of red roses with baby's breath, which she accepted and put into a vase. She thanked me with a long wet kiss, the first time we had kissed in the many years I'd known her.

"But Mistress Melissa, this wasn't—"

She pressed a finger over my lips to silence me. "Shoosh. You don't want to visit my woodshed before dinner, do you?" I shivered inside and shook my head. "You'll be on your best behavior tonight, Raymond. Or else." She grinned and I nodded sheepishly. Then we left for dinner.

By nine o'clock, we were done eating, and by a quarter after, we were checking into a four-star hotel downtown. My groin stirred as I signed the registry, a fancy room reserved under the names of Mr. and Mrs. Connor. Raymond and Melissa Connor. The words were so unreal, my world felt rubbery. Realizing everyone in the hotel believed this woman to be my wife awakened my cock.

Although I had worked over the years to suppress any attraction for my hot sister-in-law, I realized now that it had all been in vain. Then it struck me as odd: Who in their right mind would spend two hundred dollars a night to worship a woman's feet?

Once in the room, Mistress Melissa ordered me to present myself before her. She then fastened a collar around my neck. I remembered seeing a chain in her rather large purse, which seemed out of place at the time but now made sense. I was to be her pet for the weekend. Once on her leash, all of my movements would be under her control. I was briefly relieved that I was not in any danger of being whipped. She shattered those hopes when she removed a leather belt from her purse, the same belt she had given my wife, the same belt my wife had used countless times on me, that marriage-saving, pain-inducing strip of leather. I recognized the unmistakable wear marks, the imprint left by my wife's hand and forefinger over the innumerable lashes she'd applied to my backside. Now it was her sister's turn. She made a loop with the belt, held it before me, and cracked it loudly.

"Melissa, please. I've been on my best behavior. I haven't earned this."

"Do not speak without permission, Raymond. Your wife turned you over to me, to do with as I please. Whatever I choose to do to you, I will do. And, no more speaking out of turn. Do we understand each other?"

I looked at her in a whole new light. "Yes, Mistress Melissa."

"Now undress for your mistress, and be quick about it. You don't want to make her angry."

I reluctantly kicked off my shoes and felt the weight of her stare as I removed my shirt. Then I slid out of my slacks.

"Undies, too," she sang. I slid them off, revealing the cage my untrusting wife had put me in. But Melissa only laughed. "Ah, yes. My sister has her insecurities about me, I see." She calmly removed a key from her purse and in short order set me free. I responded with almost instant praise. Now I was bare before her and humiliated again, my cock standing proud and saluting the object of its lust. Her grin widened.

"Oh, I like the respect you're showing me, my pet!" She touched my cock with her free hand, formed an O with her thumb and forefinger, and slid down the shaft once, then a second time, then a third. My hips rocked automatically. "Your wife obviously has no idea we're doing this," she grinned. Melissa held her hand still and let me continue fucking her hand. To this point, I'd only kissed her mouth once and slobbered all over her toes. Touching my sex organ was breaking new ground. I feared what my wife would do to me if she ever found out we'd removed the chastity cage.

She stopped stroking me and her face turned to stone. She collected my clothes and put them in a shopping bag, then took the bag out of the room and returned. I dared not ask her what this all meant. Then she attached the chain to my collar and picked up the strap.

"Fun's over. Now turn around," she ordered. Any hint of mercy in her voice was gone. She led me to the bed by the leash and let it drop from her hand. "Hands on the bed, spread your legs, butt high in the air. That's right, you know the position." My cock began to return to its useless form. "I have no cuffs to hold you the way your wife does, so you'd better hold still. You wouldn't want this to turn into a strapping frenzy, would you?" Fire coated my stomach at her words.

Before I could plead for leniency, her arm went high in the air. A loud crack issued from behind me as her wicked strap connected with my bottom. I winced but held as still as I could while the belt fell again and again, though with less gusto than Mistress Debi's well-polished whippings. I dared not let Mistress Melissa know this or she'd whip me all night, something about the unspoken competition between sisters. Melissa had always felt superior to my wife, and my future, now in Mistress Melissa's hands, was becoming clearer to me with each welt she raised. This was the first time I could recall ever being spanked for nothing. Mistress Melissa strapped me as a show of domination, nothing else. With the whipping, she had effectively made the statement, 'For the next forty-eight hours, I own you, I own your ass, I own your will, and I will do with you whatever I please.' Each stroke deepened the blush of my bottom, eliciting a wince and a grunt each time she found her target.

"There," she said. "An even fifty. You may turn around now." I wiped a tear from my eye and steadied my breathing. "What do you say after your mistress has disciplined you?"

"Thank you, Mistress Melissa, for disciplining me." I felt my cock begin to stir. Had I enjoyed this?

She grinned. "You'll find I am capable of delivering a much harsher punishment than your dear wife, my pet."

I considered this, and even though I believed otherwise, I dared not show even the slightest disrespect to her. If this was the warm-up to the main show, I was screwed. She had all weekend to whip me, enough time for a thousand lashes. I trembled. Even a moderate whipping could result in terrible discomfort given enough lashes. My wife had proved this before.

"Yes, Mistress."

"As you know, punishments can be carried out in other ways. Lots of other ways, things we have yet to explore." Her eyes went to the door before returning to me. "Notice your clothes have disappeared. You are my prisoner, Raymond." I saw trouble brewing in her eyes. "You don't believe me, do you, my pet?"

"Yes, Mistress. I believe you."

"Don't lie to me."

I said nothing.

"My pet, it is my sincere hope that you should err and challenge me to show you what I am capable of doing. You have no idea how much pain I can cause you, how much embarrassment. For starters, I might open the door and march you down the hallway." She grinned. "Or have you get me a drink from the bar."

"I would do that for you anytime, Mistress Melissa."

"Nude."

I swallowed hard. Her grin widened.

"You see, there are so many ways I can torment you, my pet, and you will comply because Mistress Debi has informed me you absolutely disdain such humiliation."

"Yes, Mistress."

From her expression, I could see her thinking. "How would you like to take a stroll to the front desk and fill our ice bucket?"

"I—yes, Mistress."

"Nude, of course."

"Yes, Mistress. Anything for Mistress Melissa." I trembled as I called her bluff. My cock stirred. I imagined the humiliation of walking through public—down the hallway, in the elevator, and to the hotel lobby and back—all in the nude. My mind snapped back as she began to remove her dress. The dress pooled delicately at her gorgeous feet, conjuring up memories of them in my mouth. Without a bra or undies, she was now nude except for her heels.

"Perhaps later," she cooed. "Right now, I have something else for you to do. Remove my shoes."

"Right away, Mistress." I knelt before her and undid the straps on each shoe before sliding them, one by one, off her delicious feet as gently as if she were made of crystal. My hands trembled, as I knew any miscue would result in another, perhaps longer, whipping. The task completed, I rose to my feet. We now stood naked before each other. She was delightful, much more appealing in the nude than my wife. My cock turned to iron at the sight of her full nakedness. She acknowledged this with a confident grin, then led me by the leash and onto the bed with her.

With one hand, she pulled me toward her and a surprise. One of her feet found my mouth and she jammed all her toes inside, pushing until I began to gag. My lips came to the middle of her instep, a narrow, sexy size seven foot with five very pretty toes, all of which now rested near the back of my throat.

"Your wife tells me you think my toes taste sweet. I did that for you, Raymond." She smiled. "How does it feel to be dominated completely by your sister-in-law?" She laughed gaily. "You like the taste of my feet, don't you, my pet?"

I slid her foot out just far enough to get the words out. "Yes, Mistress."

"Silence! I gave you no permission to speak!" She brought a hand back and slapped me across the face with a flatted palm. I saw stars and my cheek instantly went numb. I looked at her in shock, but she returned her toes to my mouth and shoved them in with added force. "Consider that a warning, Raymond. If you continue to misbehave, I'll have you licking cat shit from my feet."

Resisting the urge to gag, I licked and sucked the best I could. Then she changed feet and motioned for me to start with the toes, first one at a time, then two, and then she had all five in my mouth once again. She was clearly enjoying the foot worship. I feared letting her know I did, too, since she might change the punishment to something hideous. Then her smile returned.

"You're going to fuck me, Raymond. You're going to fuck me all weekend."

Even though I was surprised, I said nothing. What she said next nearly caused me to jump up and run out of the room.

"This weekend, we're going to conceive."

Pushing against both her foot and the leash, I pulled her toes from my mouth and nearly screamed. "Melissa! Are you out of your mind?"

"No! Put that back in your mouth or I'll call my sister and we'll beat the shit out of you!" She pulled hard on the leash. I saw the hand without the leash swing back as if to strike me again. Her legendary temper flared, and fear ripped through me, so I obeyed her through pleading eyes. "She thinks I'm schooling you in the ways of being a proper hubby, thinks you're tied up in some Holiday Inn, worshiping my feet and getting an education from my leather strap." I shivered and she saw it and laughed. "She's partly right, isn't she? Oh, and it's 'Mistress Melissa' to you. Remember the spanking frenzy? My sister told me all about the way she whips you hard and fast. I'll do worse to you, my pet. I'll tie your hands behind your back and whip every inch of your pathetic body if you piss me off. Do not piss me off again, is that clear?" There was a pause to let her words sink in. Seeing her angry and nude while in complete control of me was more erotic than I'd ever thought possible. Her beauty seared into my mind through eyes that began to crave her.

"She'll kill us both if she finds out we had sex." I wanted up and to be set free, but at the same time, I wanted to be held captive and forced to fuck this woman against a will that was fast becoming her will. I braced for another punch.

"I'll tell her you raped me, Raymond. I'll press charges and you'll go to jail for years. You can never win. You have no choice other than to surrender completely to me."

I looked at her in horror. "You can't get away with that!"

"Au contraire, Raymond. I can, and I will if I have to. Allegations of rape, whether true or not, can cause you more anguish than you could ever know."

"Don't you think I could press charges for domestic violence?"

She laughed. "Beaten by a woman? The cops get a bang out of battered men," she snickered. "You'd be a laughingstock. No, you won't dare call the police because I'd really beat the shit out of you if you ever tried."

I thought of her crashing one of the hotel glasses against a table and charging at me with a shard in hand. My will to fight was almost gone.

"Debi told me about your naughty little secret." An impish grin settled across her face.

"What little secret?"

"You know, that very personal thing she straps on and puts up your ass?" I said nothing. "You know what I mean, and don't lie, or I swear I'll parade you in front of that window, open up the drapes, and give you a public whipping you will never forget."

We stared each other down. "What about it?"

"I have one, too. It's in my purse. And I have lube to go with it. I'll strap it on and juice it up and fuck your ass with it." She grinned. "Or fuck you without lube, either way. I know you like that. Admit it, Raymond."

"No."

"Remember what your punishment will be for lying, my poor pet."

My shoulders slumped as I felt myself deflate. I surrendered completely to Mistress Melissa. "Yes. I've been known to take it from her now and then."

"Say it, Raymond. Say, 'My wife fucks my ass with a strap-on cock.' Let me hear you say it." She was grinning wickedly.

The words stuck in my throat but I forced them out. Listening to them was unreal, as if someone else was standing next to me and speaking in my voice. But I said it anyway. "My wife fucks my ass with a strap-on cock."

"And you like it, don't you?"

I sighed. "Yes, Mistress Melissa. I like it. When it's done gently, I have to admit I rather enjoy it."

"When it's inside my vagina, I can tell you it feels like a real penis," she said dreamily. "Almost, anyway. But it lacks something. What does it feel like to you?"

"I wouldn't know. There's never been a penis up there. But I can tell you it's like surrendering my entire will to her, admitting her superiority over me, putting her in absolute and total control."

"I like to think I achieve that when I see my toes in your mouth."

"You do, to an extent."

"When she's in total control, is there anything you would not do for her?"

"No, nothing I would not do for her."

She grinned. "Nothing at all?"

"I'd have to say no."

"Would you kill for her?"

"Melissa!"

"Suck a dick for her?"

"Melissa, stop it!"

"Answer me or I'll beat you black and blue!" she roared as she took the belt by its awful handle, held it up, and looked at me. "Would you do anything she wanted you to do?"

"Yes," I said in a tiny voice. "Anything."

"And what about me?"

"What about you, Mistress Melissa?"

"Would you do everything I ever asked of you, even if it meant taking a real cock up your ass from, say, one of my ex-boyfriends?"

I eyed her in terror, trembling openly. I feared the answer yet fearing equally no answer. She looked menacing holding onto the leather strap. "Yes. Yes, Mistress Melissa. I would do whatever you asked of me. Even... even that." I looked straight into her eyes. "I suppose that's what you want from me, isn't it?"