Sister Dominatrix

 Sister Dominatrix, by number2

James was on the edge of his seat as the plane touched down. He had never been to California before; heck, he had never been out of Ohio before. But here he was now, about to land at LAX, Los Angeles, California! He was also excited about seeing his sister Kimberly again. He hadn’t seen her since she left home three years ago, right after her eighteenth birthday. Now James was eighteen and his sister was allowing him to stay with her in LA. He gathered up his carry-on bag and, with butterflies in his stomach, prepared to disembark.

He looked around the airport terminal but didn’t see Kimberly anywhere. “Maybe she’s late or meeting me at the baggage carousel,” he thought. He began to walk down to the pick-up site when suddenly a gorgeous blonde came out of nowhere and hugged and kissed him. He dropped his bag and looked at her. THAT was his sister? What happened to the mousy little brunette that left Ohio three years ago?

“Jimmy! It’s me! Kimberly! Stop gawking at me like that,” she shouted.

“W-what happened to you?” he asked incredulously.

“You like?” she said, turning so he could get a full view. “Welcome to California! If you don’t look good here, you just get ignored.” She grabbed his bag in one hand and his hand in her other. “Let’s go get your bags. This is going to be great having you here!”

On the way downstairs, she gave him the quick story of her last three years. She came to LA to become an actress, of course, but after a few months she was running out of money and having no luck. Then a new friend of hers, Melissa, gave her a total makeover, hair, make-up, clothes, and since then everything was going great. No real acting work to speak of (yet) but she was making a great living waitressing at a fabulous upscale restaurant.

James took in all the information but still couldn’t believe the amazing transformation in his sister. This was the same girl who never dated in high school and didn’t even go to her prom. If all the guys back in Ohio could see her now!

They got James’ bags and headed toward the parking lot. Kimberly stopped at her brand-new Lexus and popped the trunk. “Gee, waitressing must pay pretty good in LA,” thought a still-astonished James. About forty-five minutes later, they arrived at Kimberly’s apartment. It was bigger than the house James grew up in.

Kimberly was helping her little brother unpack in the guest bedroom when the phone rang in the living room. She went to answer it and returned a few moments later with a frown on her face.

“That was the restaurant. One of the other girls called in sick tonight and they need me to work. This sucks. I really wanted to spend your first night in LA with you. Think you’ll be alright here by yourself tonight?” Jim nodded. “Great! The fridge is stocked if you get hungry, the TV’s in the living room. Make yourself at home and I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She kissed Jim lightly on the cheek, grabbed her car keys off the stand and left.

James spent the next hour or so just checking out his big sister’s apartment. It was big and trendy and stylish. Everything he would expect from LA but not what he expected from his sister. He made himself a snack, watched some TV and soon got bored. He decided to try out Kimberly’s computer. It looked way better than his old system he left back in Ohio. True to its appearance, the machine was incredibly fast and powerful. James wondered if any of his old hacking software would even work on this screamer. His sister seemed to have a lot of password-encrypted files.

He went to his new room and returned with a handful of 3.5”discs. Shuffling through them, he found his favorite unlocking program. He popped it in the drive at let it go. Minutes later, it was done and he had passwords for all his sister’s files. He printed them out on the nearly brand-new laser printer then decided to see what she was hiding.

The first file he looked at seemed to be financial records. Kind of boring, but it seemed that he sister was doing even better than the new car and apartment indicated. James made a mental note to check that out more thoroughly later. The next file he opened promised to be much more interesting; it was chock-full of mpegs, avis and jpegs. He picked a movie file at random and was astonished at what he saw.

There was what appeared to be a beautiful woman (she wore a leather mask, but her body was incredible) approaching a naked man who was blindfolded and strapped to a wall. The woman began yelling at the man then started to slap his face over and over. Next, she grabbed him by the balls and started to squeeze. This was incredible! James had never seen anything like it before and didn’t know whether to be excited or repulsed. Involuntarily, his cock began to rise in his jeans.

The movie continued and the woman finally released the scrotum. James let out a sigh, figuring it was almost over. Then, without warning, the woman began to mercilessly knee the helpless man in his groin. At first James felt sorry for the man (and a little queasy) but his cock continued to respond. James finally had to open up his jeans; the feeling was so uncomfortable.

Eventually the woman stopped her assault, the man slumped over and the movie ended. James noticed he was breathing hard and didn’t know what to think. He had never been this sexually excited before and thought he must be some sort of freak. And what was this movie doing on his sister’s computer?!?

James composed himself and decided to try out another movie file at random. Maybe this was just a joke he had accidentally stumbled onto. Nope. The next file was essentially the same but with a different man. The woman was the same, he thought (different outfit and mask) and this time the man was on his knees. No slapping this time, instead the man was whipped from behind as the woman screamed at how worthless he was. When she was through flogging him, she kicked him, first in the ribs, then in the balls. The camera zoomed in for close-ups as the pointy tip of her shoe made direct contact with his nuts. James’ hand began to massage his cock. He didn’t care if he was a freak; this was making him horny and he needed a release. Every shot the hapless man took to his injured balls made James stroke faster and faster. Just as he neared completion, James heard a key in the door. Hastily he shoved his pulsating member back into his jeans, zipped up (as best he could) and shut down the computer. He was in such a rush he almost left the list of passwords sitting on the desk but at the last moment picked it up and jammed it into his back pocket. He walked out of the den just as his sister walked in the front door.

“Jimmy!” she shouted as she saw him. “Come here and give your big sister a hug!” Reluctantly James did, hoping she couldn’t feel the raging hard-on straining inside his pants. “Did you miss me? I hope you weren’t bored. We’ll spend some more time together tomorrow, I promise. But if you don’t mind, I really want to go to bed now. It was a tough day at work and I’m beat.”

James agreed as he had his own reasons to go to bed soon. Kimberly gave him a kiss good night and they each retreated to their separate bedrooms. James got his clothes off as fast as he could, jumped into bead and began furiously masturbating while the scenes he saw were still fresh in his mind. Moments later, he exploded with the most satisfying climax he had ever had.

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The next few days Kimberly showed her little brother all the sites of LA: movie studios locations, hip clubs and restaurants and other tourist attractions. He took it all in with wonder and excitement but couldn’t help thinking about what he had seen on the computer a few days ago. Kimberly didn’t have to work during this time so James was never left alone in the apartment to check out the computer. He made due by jerking off every night reliving the scenes in his memory.

Finally, four days later (which seemed like an eternity to James), Kimberly was called in to work. James tried not to seem anxious to get her out of the apartment but the moment she left, he raced to the computer. Immediately he pulled up the files he had been to, just to make sure they were still there. They were. He watched both clips he had already seen and they were as good as he remembered. His cock pulsed with excitement but he was determined not to jack off until he had seen more.

All the movies in this file seemed to feature the same mask-clad woman beating, kicking and generally abusing different men. James finally settled on a video featuring lots of close-ups of the woman’s high-heeled pump kicking and flattening a middle-aged man’s scrotum. He pulled his pud in time to the kicking; realizing for the first time that he wished it was his balls taking that punishment. The camera pulled back slowly as James yanked himself harder and harder. This film was different than the others though. In this one, the woman wasn’t wearing a mask. The moment James climaxed the mystery woman turned and revealed her face to the camera. It was Kimberly!

Her face on the computer screen barely had time to register in James’ mind before the monitor display was literally drenched with semen. James hurriedly wiped off the monitor and was aghast at what he saw. It was his sister! She smiled evilly at the camera while the man in the background writhed in pain. James couldn’t believe it; this was the object of his fantasy? This was the woman he had been thinking about, dreaming about, lusting after? His own sister?!?

James felt sick with guilt; he didn’t know what was wrong with him. He looked away from the screen, embarrassed but out of the corner of his eye noticed that it was continuing. Kimberly had walked back to the prone man and was kicking him again. James tried not to watch but soon his full attention was back on the computer. She made the man lie on his back then stepped down on his nutsack, applying all of her weight. The man cried out in pain then blacked out. The movie ended and James was left staring at a blank screen, out of breath and drenched in sweat. He noticed that his spent cock had risen again as if his body was telling him what he was watching was okay even if his mind was disgusted at what he was thinking.

He sat there for a few minutes (that felt like a few hours) swallowed hard and loaded up another clip. In this one, the woman (Kimberly) was wearing a mask again but this time James was able to recognize her. He figured that since he had only seen her newly transformed appearance for a week and had not yet gotten used to it was the reason he had not recognized her before. This time though he looked intently at her. God, she was beautiful! He had never noticed before how shapely her legs were, how firm her buttocks were and her flawless body. He had always thought of her as just his sister, but now he was seeing her as the woman she had become.

As she brutalized yet another nameless man onscreen James wondered where this dominant side had come from. When they were younger, he would find himself defending her even though she was older than he was. She was very shy and retiring and would often get picked on. Maybe this was her form of revenge on men, he thought. His cock was now rock hard and throbbing. He knew it was wrong but he slowly started to rub his member. He stared intently at his sister’s legs and feet as she mercilessly kicked another man’s balls. It didn’t take long; soon he spurted out another gusher of cum.

He watched a few more clips after that, but he was definitely depleted for the evening. He cleaned up the computer and surrounding area as best he could then took a shower, his mind only on his sister. When Kimberly arrived home a few hours later, James was fast asleep, exhausted from his evening’s excursions.

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The next few weeks went by fairly uneventfully. Whenever Kimberly was at work, James would be at the computer screen. Jerking off at his sister’s video dominance. Whenever she wasn’t working, James tried to spend as much time with her as possible, checking out her beautiful legs in person and trying to, at least accidentally, get ball-busted. He was never able to, though, and had to console himself by taking one of her pumps from the closet and busting himself with it, sometimes hold the other up to his face and breathing in her foot odor at the same time. He was content and frustrated at the same time.

Everything was going fine (relatively) until a few weeks later, coincidentally exactly one month to the day after he arrived in LA. He was in the living room watching TV when Kimberly called him into the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, her legs crossed and kicking at the air, and she did not look happy. She motioned for James to sit down across from her and he did.

“I was doing the laundry this afternoon,” she started. “And I went into your room to get your dirty clothes. Underneath your bed was a pair of jeans. I took them to wash them and just before I put them in the washer, I emptied out the pockets. I found a folded piece of paper that at first I didn’t think anything of. Then I examined it more closely and found it had all of my computer passwords on it.” She threw the paper down on the kitchen table. “Do you care to explain yourself?”

James stared at the floor, humiliated and not knowing what to say. The only sound in the room was that of Kimberly’s pump, lightly slapping the bottom of her foot as she kicked the air waiting for his response. James looked up slightly and saw her beautiful feet and despite himself, felt his dick start to harden. He didn’t know what to do and decided to tell his sister everything.

He told her about how he cracked her passwords. He told her about finding the videos. He told her about masturbating to them. He told her about the shock he felt when he realized it was her. And he told that even though it was her, he continued to masturbate; he couldn’t help himself. During his confession, he never raised his eyes, too embarrassed to meet Kimberly’s gaze and somehow finding comfort in addressing his comments to her feet. Kimberly stayed quiet until he was completely finished.

She cupped his chin in her hand and raised his face till his eyes met hers. “It’s okay, sweetie, I understand. Actually I thought something like this might happen.” James looked at her with puzzlement in his face. “I’ll explain it to you,” she continued.

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“Since you were so honest with me, I guess it’s time I came clean with you. Obviously, I’m not a waitress. This all started when I was one though. It was a little over two years ago. I was living in this crummy apartment on the outskirts of town and waitressing part-time at this strange little bistro. I didn’t make much money but I had heard a rumor that certain Hollywood people would occasionally come down there. I guess I was hoping to get ‘discovered’. Silly, I know.”

“Anyway, one particularly bad evening this couple came in. The woman was stunningly attractive and I couldn’t imagine what she saw in her companion, an older, sleazy looking man. I figured he either had money or power and left it at that. The couple was seated at my table and during the meal, the old man kept looking at me lecherously the entire evening. It wasn’t the first time something like that had ever happened but I was already in a bad mood and didn’t feel like putting up with any shit. When they paid the check and got up to leave, the old pervert grabbed my ass from behind and squeezed. I had had it! I turned quickly and kneed that codger as hard as I could in the balls. He dropped to the ground in a flash and I stomped off. The restaurant manger saw what I had done and fired me on the spot. I tried to protest but he wouldn’t even listen. I decided that if that was the way LA was I was going back home to Ohio. I planned to catch the next plane back when everything turned around for me.”

“The old guy’s dining partner was waiting outside the restaurant. I expected her to bawl me out for what I had done but instead she handed me two hundred-dollar bills and her business card. She said, ‘I like your style. Why don’t you come see me about a job.’ She got into her waiting limo and I decided that Ohio could wait a least a few more days.”

“The next day I called the number on the card and set up an appointment with Ms. Martin. I entered a posh office building. There were beautiful girls everywhere. I thought that with luck, I might be able to get a secretarial job. The place looked like it must pay pretty good money. Ms. Martin called me into her office. We talked for a little bit and she asked if I’d like to come to work for her. I told her ‘absolutely’ but I had one question for her. What was it that she did? She laughed while I shifted in my chair.”

“’You really don’t know, do you?’ she asked. I shook my head. ‘My dear, you are in the offices of one of the most successful escort services in Hollywood!’ I was appalled! I told her I wasn’t going to be a prostitute, not for any amount of money. She laughed again. ‘Don’t worry dear; you don’t have to have sex with them. Just do what you did last night.’ Again I looked at her, confused.”

“’Let me explain,’ she offered. First of all it’s not ‘Ms.’ Martin it’s ‘Mistress’ Martin (but you can call me Melissa). We didn’t get successful by fucking our clients; we got successful by beating them. I am a dominatrix and my escort service supplies dominant women to wealthy, powerful men who wish to be submissives. Come around to my side of the desk, please.’ I did as she asked and she pointed to underneath the desk. There I saw a man, clad only in boxer shorts, hunched over and licking Melissa’s 5-inch heels. ‘This man pays me $500 an hour, two times a week, just so he can have the pleasure of cleaning my shoes with his tongue.’”

“I told her I was intrigued (to say the least) but didn’t know what this had to do with me. She told me that the kick to her dinner companion last night was excellent, a professional level job. In fact, the man had given her a thousand dollar bonus for the night because he thought she had set the whole thing up. She thought I had the ability to make this into a full time job.”

“I don’t know why I initially said yes. Maybe it was that I wanted to try something different; maybe it was just I didn’t want to go back to Ohio just yet. Whatever the reason, when I did, my whole life changed. Melissa took me to her stylist and they came up with a whole new look for me, hair, make-up, clothes, everything. I started going to her private gym and Melissa tutored me on the business.”

“At first I only did in-calls, where men would come to the ‘office’ for abuse, humiliation and pain. But soon afterward, I ‘graduated’. I became an escort. I would go out with these powerful, important men to upscale parties and dinners and then afterward (or sometimes during) I would dominate them in any way they (or I) saw fitting.

“Ball-busting became one of my specialties. For some reason, I seem to have this natural aptitude for attacking men’s privates. The men who come to see me ask specifically for it and they all have particular desires. Some men get off on being kneed, some like a grab or squeeze, some like kicks, barefoot or with certain types of footwear. Three separate times I have even completely destroyed a man’s ball so bad they had to be hospitalized. They all came back to see me though, as soon as they were able.”

“Then last year the company decided to get into the Internet. We found it was the fastest way to reach literally thousands of men willing to pay to be abused. We have certain ‘slaves’ that are abused and videotaped and then we put the videos up on our website (for a nominal fee). That’s what you saw on my computer. We also occasionally have live sessions online and potential customers can contact us for ‘dates’, which are by no means inexpensive.”

“The fees are split with the company getting 25% and the girls getting the rest. Of course, any tips or gifts are ours to keep and let me tell you, it adds up quickly. Last year I made over $150,000, just in fees. The Lexus I have was a present from one of the men whose balls I destroyed. This apartment is relatively rent-free. At the end of the month, I go to this real-estate guy’s office and knee him in the balls for a half an hour. Voila! Free apartment!”

“I had kinda hoped to keep this a secret from you but I guess I knew eventually it would come out. Actually, I’m not surprised that you’re into it. Melissa says she thinks that this whole fetish might be somewhat hereditary. I guess that since you were always the strong one and I was the weak one when we were growing up, it stands to reason that the roles might get reversed when we got older. The only question is now, what are we going to do about it?”

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A long silence filled the room. James’ cock was rock-hard from his big sister’s account. He couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful, deadly feet. There was only one thing he wanted.

“kick me in the balls, sis,” he muttered, barely over a whisper.

“Are you sure?” she asked, cradling his chin in her hand and bringing his gaze up to meet hers. James nodded. He had never been more sure of anything else in his life. “Okay, but if we do this, things will change around here. No more ‘loving sister’ and little brother. You’ll be treated just like one of my ‘clients’. Maybe worse, since you won’t actually be paying me. But I’ll give you one free shot. If it’s not what you wanted or expected or whatever, we’ll just forget about the whole thing. It’ll be your choice. Okay? Now stand up.”

James did as instructed. “Now do you want your eyes open or closed?” asked Kimberly. “When most guys have their eyes open, they tend to flinch and don’t get the full force of the kick.” James pondered his options. He really wanted to see the kick. His sister’s beautiful leg outstretched, the point of her heel driving into his groin. But he decided to bow to her expertise. “Closed, then, I guess,” he replied.

“Alright then, just stand there and part your legs about shoulder-width,” she commanded while getting up from her chair. “Let me just measure you first…” She took a step back and slowly raised her leg until her foot was almost touching his waiting balls. James almost came at the thought of it. “Okay now close your eyes and relax.”

James stood in his personal darkness for a few moments that felt like a few hours. He took a deep breath then exhaled. WHAM! Kimberly’s shoe made direct contact on his nuts. James had never felt so much pain. He was dizzy and a bit nauseous and fell to the floor. His eyes still closed, he crumpled into the fetal position, murmuring in pain. He reached down to his crotch area and felt wetness. At first, he thought it was blood, but then he realized it was semen. The force of the blow, the excitement of it all, had made him squirt his load into his pants. He was embarrassed, humiliated, suffering and loving every minute of it.

He opened his eyes slowly, tears from the pain blurring his vision. His sister was standing over him and the first thing he focused on was her high-heeled pump right in front of his face. The same one that had just taken him to the floor. He was speechless but knew how to tell his sister that every thing was all right. He began to kiss her shoe then licked it until it shone. Kimberly stood there and just watched him. Finally she spoke.

“Very good.” It was a tone James had never heard from her before. “Clean my shoe, worm. It’s the only thing a pitiful worm like you is good at.” James continued and Kimberly sat down again. “Now lick the bottoms clean.” She presented her foot to James and he ran his tongue along the underside. It tasted awful and he paused. She grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him forward. “I said lick it!!!” James resumed his duty, cleaning the underside until it was like brand-new.

“Okay, you’re done,” she said, pulling her shoe away from him. “Now I’m thirsty from all that talking, go and get me a soda.” James started to get up; a soda sounded real good to him as well with the taste of his sister’s shoe in his mouth, and was immediately thrown back down to the ground by Kimberly.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded. “I did not give you permission to stand! Maggots like you should be crawling on the ground. In fact, for the next, hmmm, week, whenever you are in my presence you’re head is not to be above my waistline without my permission. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes,” James replied meekly.

“Oh, that won’t be good enough. From now on, you will call me… Mistress… No, that’s so overused. Queen… No, sounds like an old woman or a fag. Princess. Yes, I like the sound of that. Princess Kimberly. Now I’ll ask you one more time. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Then where’s my soda?” She kicked him lightly in the head and laughed. James turned and crawled to the refrigerator. He reached around to the top shelf and felt around until he felt a soda can. As quickly as he could he scampered back to Kimberly and handed it to her.

“What’s this? Diet? Are you saying I’m fat?”

“N-no, it’s the only kind you had. I …”

“I will not stand for this! Oh, wait, I think I will. Lie down on your back!”

James turned and went flat. Kimberly stood up and walked around him for a moment, sipping her soda. “Let’s see if you were telling the truth.” She kicked off her heels and walked onto James’ chest. He gasped. “Not too fat for you, am I?” she asked sarcastically. “You’re not feeling uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m fine,” he wheezed out.

“What did you say?” She bounced on his chest for effect.

“N-no, pr-Princess, I-I’m o-okay…”

“Oh, that’s good. We wouldn’t want you to pass out on your first day.” She looked down at his crotch, still wet from his explosion. “Did we have a little accident?” She pressed down with her right foot, squashing James’ penis against his stomach. It became hard again under her foot and she almost slipped off which angered her. She bounced off him like a trampoline and walked over between his legs, kicking them apart slightly. “I guess I’ll have to do something about that.”

James closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in anticipation of another kick. What he got instead was an application of ice-cold soda to his nether regions. Kimberly doused his pants with the cola until the can was empty. The cold made his cock and balls shrink back into themselves and James was drenched. Kimberly dropped the can on the floor and walked out. “Clean up your mess,” was the last thing James heard as the door closed behind her.

James did his best getting the floor clean even while liquid dripped off his clothes. He crawled out of the kitchen and looked around. His sister was nowhere to be found. He crawled all around the apartment looking for her but to no avail. He decided that now would be a good time for a shower. Quickly he stripped off his sopping wet clothes and tossed them in the hamper. As soon as the water was hot enough he jumped into the shower.

The warm water felt good on his injured body parts, which he inspected for the first time. His balls were tender to the touch but the pain made him think about his sister’s shoe, crashing into his plums. The thought got him excited again and he soaped himself up, stroking his cock.

Suddenly the hot water was gone. Cold sprayed down on him and he lost his erection. He rinsed the soap off and leapt out of the shower. Kimberly was seated on the toilet, not looking very happy. James dropped to the floor remembering her command and also somewhat embarrassed at his nudity. He winced as his bruised balls hit the bathmat.

“Did I tell you to take a shower?” she asked impatiently.

“No, Princess, I just thought…”

“No one told you to think either, worm. You will follow my instructions, to the letter, or you will be punished. First of all, you are not to use the hot water. Hot water is for humans to clean themselves not little maggots like you. Secondly, you will not leave a room unless you are instructed to. Now stand up. I have a little present for you.”

James got up, trying to hide his shriveled package from Kimberly. She slapped his hands away effortlessly. This was the first time she had seen her little brother naked since they were kids and, even shrunken from the cold, he had grown into quite a man. In fact, he had the biggest set of balls she had ever seen, and that was saying a lot considering her profession. She didn’t let him know, of course, snidely commenting instead, “That’s all you’ve got?”

James’ face flushed; he had always thought himself at the very least average if not above it and now a ‘professional’ held its size in contempt. She reached behind her and handed him a small contraption. He looked at it, turned it around in his hands then looked back at Kimberly in puzzlement.

“It goes on that thing you call a cock,” she explained, exasperated. “I’d put it on you but there’s no way I’m touching that nasty thing. Your shaft goes through that plastic tube and your balls hang out that ring at the bottom.” James slipped it on somewhat easily although he did have a little difficulty forcing his scrotum through the ring. When it was finally on, Kimberly lifted the tube gingerly with her thumb and forefinger then snapped something on the underside.

“There we go. Now let me explain fully what this is. The tube is there so you won’t feel the need to masturbate. In fact, it’s quite impossible. Your balls are still free so that I can enact any kind of pain or punishment I see fit on them without any difficulty to me. And that snap you heard was the lock. It won’t come off until I unlock it, that is, unless you want to smash your pitiful prick with a hammer. You should be able to function fairly normally with it on, although a really stiff boner will probably cause at least a little discomfort.”

“Now then, it’s been a long eventful night and your Princess is a bit tired. You can sleep in here tonight. That will be your punishment for not listening to instructions. I brought an alarm clock for you. You’ll need to get up bright and early to start on your chores. I’ll leave a list for you in the kitchen. You can read it tomorrow while you make me breakfast.” She got up off the toilet and walked out. A moment later, she returned.

“Oops, almost forgot.” She rammed her knee up as hard as she could into James hanging balls. The air rushed out of him and he fell back to the cold tile floor. “Good night, worm,” she laughed, turning out the light, leaving him in darkness and pain.

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James was awakened at 6:30 the next morning by the incessant beeping of the alarm clock. His ‘morning wood’ strained inside its new fiberglass prison and his balls were aching from the previous night’s pounding. His sleep had been restless; his dreams filled with images of his beautiful, brutal, big sister. He was able to give himself some relief by taking a piss, but he really had the urge to masturbate, a morning habit he had had since Junior High. He tried moving the tube up and down his cock but that only succeeded in pulling his balls forward painfully. He was going to have to acquiesce to his sister’s whims. He pulled some boxer shorts out of the hamper and put them on then went to the kitchen to find out what his duties for the day were to be.

Sitting on the kitchen table was a legal pad with Kimberly’s handwriting filling out a page. It started, “Good morning, scumbag. I hope you had a pleasant sleep. Actually, I don’t care how your sleep was; I’m sure mine was fabulous. It was so tiring abusing you last night that I don’t have the effort to do any housework so from now on, you will be my maid. I expect everything spotless at all times… or you will be punished. I expect quiet in the mornings before I get up… or you will be punished. I expect breakfast in bed, and you are not to eat until after I do… or you will be punished. By following all my rules, this will become a mutually beneficial relationship. Your Princess is not above bestowing favors, even on someone as low as yourself.”

“Your chores for today, and indeed for everyday, will be to clean the apartment, quickly and quietly (you can save the vacuuming for when I am out of the building). At 11:00, I am to be awakened, gently, by your tongue cleaning my beautiful feet. My breakfast order for today is two soft-boiled eggs, two slices of toast and fresh-squeezed orange juice. Make sure it is ready when you wake me up. You should be able to find all the food necessary in the kitchen as well as cleaning supplies.”

“And one more thing… I hope that you are not wearing any clothes without my permission. You are to be nude at all times unless directed otherwise.” James stripped off his boxers even though he knew Kimberly was fast asleep. He scurried back to the bathroom and put them back in the hamper, a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek. It was nearly 7:00; he had to get started.

He cleaned as best as he could for the next few hours then made breakfast. Just in time, he finished. He put the food on a silver platter and rushed to his sister’s room. Quietly he opened the door and put the tray down on her dresser. He marveled at how lovely she was. Her bed covers were askew and almost all of her body was uncovered. She was clad in a white nightie that only went halfway down her thighs and contrasted with her tanned flawless skin. Her perfect pedicured toenails were painted a soft pink. James got down on his knees for a closer look.

He pressed his nose into the high arch of her left foot and breathed deeply. The scent was intoxicating and his mouth began to water. He lapped gently at the underside of her foot tasting just a hint of sweat. Kimberly stirred and shoved her petite toes into James’ mouth. He sucked on them while she watched then she pulled out her foot and replaced it with the right one. James ran his tongue around each individual toe, loving every minute of it. Kimberly began to get aroused at the sight of her little brother supplicating himself before her but decided to let those stirrings pass, for now.

She took her foot out of his mouth then slapped him across the face with it. “I’m ready for my breakfast now,” she stated matter-of-factly. “You may stand and serve me.” James brought the tray over to her bed and set up the tray’s retractable legs around her body. He stood and watched her silently as she ate her meal.

A few bites into her eggs and she spit them out disgustedly. “Thpppt! These are terrible! Where did you learn to soft-boil an egg? These are hard-boiled! Come over here and I’ll show you the difference!”

James did as instructed, bending down to take a closer look. Kimberly slapped his face. “Stand up, asswipe! Let me demonstrate.” She grabbed the tube around James’ penis and pulled him closer to her. Dumping one of the eggs from its cup, she delicately placed one of James’ testicles into it. They were nearly the same size.

“Now, pay attention! When you hit the top of a soft-boiled egg lightly with a spoon the shell should flake off.” She tapped at James’ testicle gently, causing him to flinch a bit. “But when an egg is hard-boiled,” she continued, “I have to hit it much harder!” WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! She brought the underside of the spoon crashing into his secured nut. The pain nearly made him black out but he kept standing. Not only was he standing, but his cock had come to attention as well, the head poking through the clear tube and dripping pre-cum.

This did not go unnoticed by Kimberley. She placed the other eggcup on the tip of his cock and started to fondle James’ balls. It was too much for him; he shot his load into the cup (which Kimberley kept stuck onto his throbbing member) until it dripped from the sides. When his cock withered back into the cylinder Kimberly yanked him down until he was on his knees.

“Breakfast is served!” she exclaimed with glee, pouring James’ hot semen into his gaping mouth. He gagged, sputtered and eventually swallowed while Kimberly just laughed. “I guess your breakfast wasn’t any better than mine!” She climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. “Clean this mess up. And you’d better not be in here when I get out of the shower, unless you want to swallow something worse…”

James composed himself as best he could; lying on the floor, then hurriedly gathered up Kimberly’s breakfast dishes and tray and took them to the kitchen. He ran back to her room and made her bed and got out just as he heard the shower water stop. Kimberly emerged from the bathroom moments later clad only in a towel. James was already on his hands and knees.

“Very good. Now go clean yourself off and get ready. You have fifteen minutes. We’re… actually, I’m… going shopping and I need some one to carry my things. And remember, no hot water.” James scurried past her and into the bathroom. He showered quickly (and uncomfortably) then crawled back to his room to get dressed. He was done in all of twelve minutes and he went out to the living room to wait for Princess Kimberly.

Fifteen minutes passed, then a half-hour, then an hour, two… James nodded off. He was awakened some time later by a sharp kick to the ribs. He rolled over and looked up. Kimberly was dressed in a leather mini-skirt, black knee-high boots (with at least a 4-inch heel) and a low-cut top that showed off an overwhelming portion of her ample cleavage. Despite his bruises, he felt his crotch tube fill up again.

“Sleep on your own time,” said Kimberly. “Get up. I’ve got shopping to do.”

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And so it went. Weeks passed and James grew to love being Kimberly’s slave. He kept her apartment (and her feet) spotless, did all the cooking for her and any other meaningless task she could think of. When he was good Kimberly would reward him with such things as being allowed to take a hot shower or stand nearly upright in his sister’s presence (always with his eyes below hers, of course). Every once in a while James would even be allowed to masturbate.

When he screwed up, she would punish him with devastating kicks to the groin, severe tramplings and near suffocations. He made sure to screw up often, as usually the penalties were much more gratifying than the rewards. Kimberly realized this of course and made sure nothing got out of hand; she was a professional after all.

She introduced him to Mistress Melissa who greeted him with a hard kick to the nuts when he extended his hand to her. When he recovered, Melissa had him clean her office and, when he finished, to thank him, she leveled another kick into him and allowed him to clean her feet.

On Melissa’s suggestion, James became the chief cameraman for Kimberly’s videos. After all, it saved them on having to hire one and James actually got quite good. Sales went up and Melissa was happy. Kimberly’s cash flow was increased and she was happy. James was getting regular testicle abuse from the most beautiful women he had ever seen and he was happy.

After a few months had gone by James realized that Kimberly’s birthday would soon be there and he wanted to give her a special present. He decided to broach the subject one evening. He was crouched down at her feet licking them clean. She was seated on the couch watching television and rubbing a vibrator along her clit, something she liked to do after a long session of abusing a client (James was not allowed to watch the masturbation, of course). The abusing, along with James’ expert foot worship, always made her horny and in need of some release. After she had climaxed and James had cleaned her feet to their mutual satisfaction, he spoke.

“Princess?” he said timidly.

“Yes, little one?” she replied with some anger in her voice. She was tired from a long day and ready for bed. James was going to get the shit kicked out of him if this wasn’t worth it.

“Well, I remembered that this upcoming Saturday is your birthday and I wanted to give you a special present.”

Kimberly stood and laughed. “You? Want to give me a present? What could you possibly give me? You don’t have any money, any skills. You’re completely useless!” He was really going to get it for this impudence.

“Of course, you are right, my Princess,” he answered back. “I am completely unfit to even be in your presence. You have everything. You are everything and everything I have is yours to do with as you please. I was hoping to please you by offering one of my testicles to do with as you will, to destroy utterly if that is your pleasure.”

Kimberly smiled. She bent down and raised James’ head till his eyes met hers. “What a beautiful and thoughtful gift. You have made your Princess happy. For that you deserve a reward.” She unlatched the device around James’ cock then sat back down on the couch with her feet up. James immediately started to jerk off, the tip of his cock brushing against the underside of his sister’s perfect arches. He exploded moments later all over her feet and instantly began to lap them clean again.

While he did his duty, Kimberly spoke again. “I hope you enjoyed that as it is the last time you’ll be able to cum with both testicles. I am going to leave the device off all week and I want you to jerk yourself at least five times a day. But you are not allowed to cum! I want you jerking until just before you release and then stop. I want those balls blue and full of juice when I pulverize it.” She got up and went to her bedroom leaving James on the floor with thoughts of Saturday already racing through his head.

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Doing as he was instructed, James jerked off dutifully as much as possible in the upcoming days until Kimberly’s birthday. This was not a difficult task to do in that just the thought of his beautiful sister destroying his nut was enough to almost bring him to orgasm. But James some how managed to keep himself in check, stopping just before climax each time. He didn’t want to disappoint Kimberley after all; she seemed to be looking forward to it as much as he was.

Finally, Saturday arrived. James awakened in the doggie bed Kimberly graciously allowed him to sleep in, prepared her a special birthday breakfast and then delicately licked her feet until she stirred.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she drifted back into consciousness. “How do those 22-year-old feet taste? Any different?”

“Delicious as always, Princess,” he replied during licks. “And happy birthday.”

“Why thank you, my soon-to-be one-balled little slave. I hope you’ve been filling those plums full of juice for me…”

“Yes, Princess, as you’ve instructed.”

“Good. Why don’t you stand up and show me what you’ve been doing.”

James got to his feet and stood beside her bed. He was already hard as he always was when near his sister’s feet. Kimberly watched and ate her breakfast while he slowly rubbed his cock in front of her. “What are you thinking about right now?” she asked.

“Your beautiful foot, smashing my nut into pulp,” he replied.

“And what if I decide not to take your ball today?”

James gulped as a feeling of rejection came over him. “I-I…” he stammered. “Wh-whatever is your wish. My testicles are yours to do with as you like…”

“Excellent response, little man,” she said, reaching over to fondle his scrotum. “Maybe I’ll just take one right now.” She began to squeeze the left one. “I’ll bet, as full as these are, I could POP this with my bare hand.”

James continued to stroke. The pain was becoming intense and a tear ran down his cheek, matching the pre-cum that dribbled out of his dick. “Pl-please, Princess…” he managed to stutter out.

Kimberly didn’t know whether James wanted her to continue or stop (James probably didn’t know either) but she released her grip nonetheless. She had plans for later and wasn’t going to ruin them by having an out-of-commission slave. The moment she released, James stopped jerking as well. Another few seconds and his load would have been all over the wall. He stood there breathing hard until Kimberly finished her breakfast.

When she was done, she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a legal-sized sheet of paper. “I have a new set of tasks for you,” she said as she handed him the list. “I need all of these done today, and you are not to return home until they are all completed. In reality, most, if not all, of the jobs were unnecessary; the list was just a way to get James out of the way for most of the day while Kimberly got her place ready for the evening. James accepted the list begrudgingly not knowing if he could ever get all of the things done in just one day.

“You may begin as soon as you clear these dishes and clean the kitchen. And remember you still have to jerk off at least four more times today. Make sure to fit that in your schedule.”

The rest of the day James spent completing all the tasks on his list, getting the car washed, picking up Kimberly’s clothes from the cleaners, food shopping and various other duties that James figured could be done at other times. After all, he wanted to spend the day with his big sister. He found no difficulty in jerking off the remaining times (thoughts of Kimberly’s deadly feet got him hard every time) although he did find it tricky to find privacy at times.

Finally, early in the evening he returned to the apartment, his arms loaded with groceries and clothes. He opened the door and flicked on the lights. Nothing happened. “Must need a new bulb,” he thought when unexpectedly he felt a dull thud of a combat boot to his groin. He dropped his packages and fell to the ground. Instantly he felt hands and nails clawing at him, shredding his clothes. He had no fight in him, the sudden attack after the groin kick leaving him breathless. Moments later the unknown attackers were pulling him along the floor. He felt and heard manacles being placed around his ankles, as his legs were forcibly spread-eagled. Similar cuffs were put on his wrists, his arms now stretched over his head.

Suddenly the lights came on. As his eyes adjusted, the first thing James focused on was Melissa standing in front of him, looking sultry in a dark-green evening gown with shiny, black, 4-inch pumps. She was not alone though. Surrounding James’ prone form were all of Kimberly’s dominatrix friends and co-workers. To his right was Ling, an Asian beauty wearing a red silk kimono with matching pumps. Next to her were Eva and Ava, blonde twins, dressed as always in identical blue-and-white cheerleader outfits with corresponding saddle shoes. To his left was Tori, a redhead, looking dazzling in a sparkly silver cocktail dress with similar heels. Beside her was her lesbian lover Angela, decked out in her finest combat fatigues. There were a few others that James didn’t know, but he guessed from their outfits that they were in the same line of work as Kimberly.

“Good evening James,” Melissa purred. “It’s about time you got home. We’ve been waiting for you.” James looked up perplexed and more than a little afraid. “Kimberly had to go out for awhile but she told us to amuse ourselves till she got back. Our only rules were we aren’t allowed to pop one of your nuts or make you cum. Other than that, we were to do whatever we wanted.” She bent down and grabbed James’ nutsack. “And you’d better make us all happy!” She twisted it until James’ eyes watered then released him as all the women walked off.

Someone turned on some music and James looked around the room. It was all set up for a party. They were going to have Kimberley’s birthday party with him strapped to the floor! For about a half an hour the party went on and no one even acknowledged James’ presence. Eventually he heard the voices coming near him. It was Ling and another woman James didn’t know. They were talking and laughing as they neared James. Without even looking down, they stepped onto his torso and stopped. Ling’s heels dug into his chest every time she laughed and the other woman’s platforms pressed down hard on his stomach. A few minutes later, they stepped off as if they had just walked off a rug. James’ body was red with heel marks and punctures.

Every few minutes one or two more women would come by and do the same. Some stopped and conversed, some just walked on and over him and one (Tori) even did a rendition of the twist. Little did James know this was just step one of the evening.

While James was recovering Eva and Ava came by and crouched down next to his head.

“We hear that Kimberly is going to destroy your testicle tonight,” Eva giggled (or was it Ava?).

“That’s really exciting. You know, we obliterated our brother’s balls a few years ago,” responded Ava (Eva?).

“That’s true,” said Eva. “In fact that’s how we got started in this business. We had so much fun demolishing his manhood that we found a way to make money at it as well.”

“And we were wearing these exact outfits, except with heels,” continued Ava. “He was a little younger than you but now he’s a eunuch anyway.” Both girls laughed and, despite his fear, James felt himself getting aroused.

“Look Ava, he likes you,” said Eva, pointing at James’ cock, standing up but leaning towards Ava.

“Ewww, I don’t want it,” she said, slapping it away.

“Well, I certainly don’t want it,” Eva replied, slapping it back. James grimaced as the two cheerleaders took turns seeing how hard they could smack his rod. Finally, Ava stood up, looked down and stepped down on his now withered cock, pinning it to his stomach.

“Hmph! That settles that!” she declared as she walked off. Eva followed, giving his dick a tiny kick in the opposite direction.

James had no time to recover when Tori and Angela came over to him. “Let me see your tongue, you pitiful worm,” ordered Angela. James did as instructed.

“Mmmm, it’s very pretty,” said Tori. “But not as pretty as yours, lover.” She gave Angela a deep kiss. “I think he deserves a little something for being such a good sport tonight.” She raised her skirt revealing her bare ass and pussy. She squatted over his face. “Why don’t you put that pretty tongue to use, cleaning my asshole.” She placed her ass over James’ still-open mouth then dropped down. James jammed his tongue in-and-out repeatedly while Tori writhed around, moaning. Her clit pulsed directly in James’ line of vision. This did not go unnoticed by Angela. She dropped to her knees and began to lap at Tori’s pussy driving her into a frenzy. James had to gasp for breath as the two women nearly blocked off his air supply.

Suddenly Tori screamed with delight as she orgasmed from the double cunnilingus. Angela pulled away, a self-satisfied smile on her face. Tori slid off James face, panting. “Thank you James. You can feel good you’ve at least satisfied one woman in your life.” She grabbed Angela and gave her a long kiss and the women walked off holding hands.

James watched them walk off then felt an odd sensation on his balls. Ling was silently applying some sort of goop to his nutsack just beneath the base of his now-hard cock. It was warm and felt comforting on his abused manhood. That is until Ling ripped off the wax in one quick pull, along with whatever hairs were on James’ sack. He yelped in pain as Ling moaned with satisfaction and applied another layer of warm wax. Again and again she ripped, then spread more wax, until James’ bag was as smooth as a newborn’s.

Ling ran her red manicured fingernail around James’ balls, inspecting her handiwork. James flinched slightly but Ling was very gentle. She bent down and kissed his hairless scrotum them spit out a mouthful of vodka. James winced and strained at his bonds as the alcohol seeped into his open pores. Ling stood and watched noiselessly while James thrashed below her. When he finally stopped moving (except for his heavy breathing), she turned on her heels and walked away as quietly as she had arrived.

“I guess you didn’t expect all this, did you?” James heard the haze of pain. He looked over and saw Melissa walking towards him, her bare legs showing through the long slits in her gown. “Kimberly and I have been planning this for awhile. We knew you’d give up your ball eventually. You should feel proud. A party similar to this one cost a very famous Hollywood producer over $25,000… and a trip to the hospital. Since you obviously can’t pay that sum of money you’re going to have to satisfy me to make up for it.” She opened up her hand and revealed what appeared to be a black condom. She bent down so James could get a closer look.

“This is of my design. It’s nearly twenty times thicker than the average condom and guaranteed to give the wearer, you in this case, absolutely no pleasure whatsoever.” With a few strokes from her delicate hand, James was back to full readiness and Melissa expertly slipped the condom on over his engorged shaft. She stood and shimmied out of her gown exposing her taut and tanned body to him. His cock strained inside the dark sheath. She mounted him with ease then sat motionless. James was unsure what to do. Was he to do the work while she perched on top of him? His questions were answered before he could even voice them.

Melissa shouted, “Now, ladies!” and James felt a platform heel smash into his balls. He jerked upward involuntarily and thrust into Melissa. As soon as his ass hit the floor, the point of a stiletto shoe found its way to James ballsack. Again, he drove his cock up into Melissa, deeper this time. Another kick, another thrust, again and again. James felt sneakers and boots, bare feet and heels, it seemed every type of footwear imaginable, connect with his unprotected nuts. And with every kick, his dick pulsed up inside Melissa’s wet snatch. Soon she could not control herself. She squirmed on his shaft, riding him hard. She scratched red lines into his bare torso and eventually shrieked a high-pitched wail when she came.

Finally the kicks stopped and Melissa crumpled on top of James, panting and sweating. He remained hard inside her despite the dull throbbing pain in his testicles. Melissa kissed him lightly on the lips and whispered to him, “You were wonderful,” before pulling her exhausted body off his.

Melissa and a few of the other women unlocked James’ shackles but he was too beaten down to do anything but lie on the floor where he was. As he awaited his next torture, he was suddenly pulled up to his feet by the cheerleading twins. Despite their slight stature, they held him tightly and with surprising strength. They threw him up against the living room wall and pinned his arms back, making sure he was looking at his sister’s bedroom door.

Slowly the door opened. A cloud of smoke wafted up from the floor. Then Kimberly emerged. She was clad head-to-toe in tight, shiny, black latex. She carried a cat-o-nine-tails whip and she had on the most wicked pair of open-toe, black, 5-inch, stiletto heels that James had ever seen. He had never seen her look so beautiful… or so deadly.

“Let him go girls,” she ordered Eva and Ava. “He’s not going anywhere.” The twins released James and true to Kimberly’s statement, he stayed put against the wall. Kimberly sidled up to him slowly; the only sound in the room was of her heels on the hard floor.

“I’ve been watching you James. I’ve seen how you were with all my girlfriends. You did very well.” She smiled then quickly raised her latex-covered knee up into his balls. The air went out of James’ body and he would have fallen to the floor if not for Kimberly holding him up. Again and again she shot her knee up until she tired of it and threw James back down to the floor.

“You see, little brother, I’ve always found it easier to break eggs with a soft shell, so I’ve let my friends do the… tenderizing for me.” She kicked his balls to punctuate her sentence. Prodding his sack with her toes, she stated, “And I see they’ve done a very good job.” Another kick. “Now we just need to fill those plums with juice so they’ll burst even better.” She reached down and pulled off the black condom that was still on his somewhat withered cock, making sure to ‘accidentally’ let it snap back onto the head of his prick before pulling it off entirely.

She ran the tip of her heel along the base of his dick, getting him hard yet again. “You know what to do now, don’t you little man?” James responded by stroking his battered member.

“Not so fast!” she said, raising her foot above his head. “I want you to match my speed. Now open wide!” James opened his mouth and Kimberly slowly entered it with her stiletto heel. “Suck it!” she commanded. He did as he was told and Kimberly moved the heel up and down, slowly at first but then with more and more speed. James replied by stroking his cock exactly in time with her. Kimberly watched as the head of his cock turned a bright purple and she knew he was ready to burst. She pulled her shoe out of his mouth and James ceased his jerking off, mere strokes from completion.

“Sit up; your Princess requires another service from you.” James did and Kimberly straddled his body pulling his head to her rubber-sheathed crotch. “Lick it!” James licked the crotch clean as Kimberly moaned. “Can you smell it? Can you smell my cum?” Kimberly asked. “You’ve been such a good slave. You’ve made your Princess cum so many times tonight and soon you will be making the ultimate sacrifice.” She placed her right shoe on James over-inflated left ball. “Watching you take all that punishment and service all those women made me cum all night.” Slowly she increased the pressure downward. Tears formed in James eyes but he continued to clean the latex crotch of his sister/Princess/dominatrix. “But nothing could make me cum like this!” She grabbed James by the head and looked into his eyes as she applied all of her weight downward. James’ eyes widened as his ball gave way with a sickening ‘SQUICK’. Cum shot from his dick landing all over Kimberly’s legs and feet and James passed out from the excruciating pain. Kimberly nearly collapsed as well from the overwhelming waves of orgasm shooting through her body.

Quickly Melissa was at James’ side. She opened up a capsule of smelling salts under his nose and he shot back to consciousness. He first thought was that of unbearable pain coming from his balls, the balls his sister was still standing on. Kimberly looked down on him and smiled, lifting her foot up. Unexpectedly she slammed her heel down again on the pulpy mass that was his testicle. Over and over, she smashed the cartilage until it felt like warm jelly in his nutsack. With each stomp Kimberly came again and James somehow stayed conscious for the remainder of the destruction.

Finally she stopped. His testicle was ruined beyond all repair and he had given his sister the greatest gift he had. Kimberly knew this and she knelt down and kissed him on the forehead. “Thank you for the present. You’re the best little brother a girl could want.” James felt relief wash over him. The terrible, beautiful night was at an end. “There’s just one thing,” Kimberly continued. “Clean this off this instant, you worm!” She stood and shoved her cum-splattered foot into James face. As he greedily licked off his own semen from his sister’s leg, foot and shoe, he heard the applause of the women in the room in awe of Kimberly’s performance.