Slave to My Sister-in-Law

When I first met my then future sister-in-law, Becky, I could already see her dominant attitude. She is the youngest of four sisters and therefore has always been the pampered little one. I guess this resulted in her naturally dominant behaviour, since she always got what she wanted. Combined with some astonishing looks--she is five foot four inches with some cute little breasts, a wonderful, rounded ass and some feet and toes to die for--it was a dangerous match for anybody, especially me.

I have always had a thing for beautiful feet and dominant women. Sexually, I had always been on the submissive side, which I never dared to enjoy freely, though. When I first got a look at Becky's gorgeous feet, I probably enjoyed their beauty just a little bit too much, and I think she caught me staring. I looked away quickly, but could have sworn that she had a knowing smirk on her face.

The years had gone by, we were getting along quite well with her, but she was always having a kind of intimidating effect on me. She could make me do things which I probably would not have done for anybody else. Just a little smirk, or a slight touch of her hand on mine, and I felt shivers running down my spine. I loved my wife but could not deny the effects Becky had on me.

It had been a bit of a running joke, that I, like everybody else in the family, had more or less eagerly jumped if Becky wanted something. "You've adapted quickly to our family," my wife heartly laughed, one time, when Becky asked for a slice of lemon for her drink and I jumped up right away, after only the slightest eye contact with my sister-in-law. We never talked about it, but Becky must have known...

Our relationship changed after my best friend, Tom, took me to Homer's, a hot new club in a town about 100 km from my home.

To my astonishment, Becky was there! Her dress was so unbelievably hot, emphasising her perfect ass and her cute breasts! She stuck out to me the moment I entered the club. But I didn't approach her, because she was involved with someone else, who definitely was not her husband. Shocked, I pretended to feel sick and convinced a reluctant Tom to leave the club and head back home.

Becky's husband Dave and I get along really well. He is a very nice guy and a lot of fun to be around, so I just had to tell him the whole story. But, after I had done some thinking, I concluded that I should first confront Becky and thus give her a chance to confess to Dave.

Becky was scheduled to drop by our house the very next day. However, Lisa had got a call from work, and needed to go in at once, just before Becky arrived.

"Goddammit, I can't get in touch with Beck, she must have turned her mobile off," Lisa told me.

"Don't worry, I'll pamper her as always, until you return," I answered. Lisa shrugged and gave me a kiss. I really loved her.

"But it will take me the whole day to fix up that mess they created at work," she told me, with a sad smile.

"Leave it up to me, I'll find something to do," I added, to improve her mood.

After Lisa had left, I saw Becky's car pulling up in our driveway. I thought to myself, now or never!

"Hi Beck, nice to see you, come on in," I started casually. She was wearing a short skirt, a classy white top and some flip flops, displaying her perfect feet--this was not going to make it easier, and I felt my courage sinking.

"Wanna have a drink, Beck? Lisa had to leave for work, and she probably won't be back until much later." I tried to act as casually as possible, although the whole situation had somehow got me aroused.

"When did I ever refuse a drink, especially if it is served to me?" she replied, in her usual sublime manner.

"I... I... I have to talk to you, I guess," I continued, stuttering as I poured a glass of Riesling and passed it to her as we both took a seat on the sofa. I sounded like a shy thirteen-year-old trying to ask out his first love.

"You have to talk to me, well, what does my little brother-in-law have to tell me?" she asked, while emphasising "little" and tangling her sexy feet. I felt a little twitch in my pants.

I looked away quickly, which probably made the whole situation even worse.

"Beck, I, I, I...," I began. The whole situation was fucked up, but somehow it also was a total turn-on for me.

"Okay, Paul, you, you, you..., what, come on now," she interrupted, making fun of me.

"Please, Beck, this is hard for me," I pleaded. After a short pause, I continued with a little more confidence.

"Beck, I saw you at Homer's the other day..." I tried to look her in the eye and hoped she would help me with this and confess.

"So, you saw me at Homer's! Why didn't you come up and talk to me?" I knew that she must have realized where all this was heading, and it felt that she enjoyed my suffering to get there. This, on the other hand, made my dick grow even harder. She somehow always had the power to make me feel inferior.

"You were there with another guy and I think you should tell Dave about it." It took all I had to get this out.

She looked me up and down a bit, her look resting a short while on my crotch, then she continued with confidence and disgust in her voice, such that I had never heard before.

"You think I am going to risk my marriage because some perverted little fuck like you saw me making out with another guy. You've got to be kidding," she laughed. I was so stunned, I was not able to contradict her.

"Do you really think I did not realize how you always stare at me and my gorgeous feet?"

Having said that, she caught me staring once again. "See, that's exactly what I'm talking about, you filthy little worm. I know guys like you, ridiculous foot freaks, beta males, who love to be dominated. Before we tell Dave about my little adventure, I think Lisa might be interested in your little crush on me and my perfectly pedicured feet." Her convincing smile widened as utter horror must have filled my eyes.

Lisa is the love of my life, we have so much fun together and she is the sweetest person on earth. The only thing we weren't on the same level at was our sex life. Our sex was all right, but quite vanilla in my terms. After I had once told her that I'm attracted to women's feet, we had one of our biggest arguments. She was making fun of me and telling me that I couldn't be serious.

Since that had gone totally wrong, I didn't even dare to try to talk about my submissiveness. And she would go absolutely insane and throw me out of the house if she found out about my little crush on Becky. To be honest, I could not even blame her.

Becky's attitude was becoming more and more dominant, as I felt my heart sinking and at the same time my dick rising.

"In fact, I know there is nothing in the world right now that you would love to do more than stick your tongue between my toes, am I right?" With that said, she dangled her flip flops seductively up and down.

I was so turned on and lost for words at the same time. She absolutely knew how to take me.

With a smirk on her face, she slowly spat onto her toes, licking her full lips slowly afterwards.

"Be a good foot bitch, crawl over here and beg to lick the spit off my feet." I doubt that I had ever been more aroused in my whole life.

"Look at you, you're even shaking," she said, while laughing. She was right, I was so aroused, I was trembling. "You are such a loser. Surrender to me, you don't have the power or guts to withstand me," she told me, while giving another superior laugh. She really knew how to push my buttons, being so dominant and seductive at the same time.

"You belong to me, you are mine, you are my little toy to play with, my slave." It was the first time I had been called "slave" and it pushed me over the edge. Not knowing how all this would end I surrendered, dropping to my knees and slowly crawling over to her. I felt so humiliated and turned on at the same time.

"Please, Beck, let me lick your beautiful toes." With a cold smile, she answered, "From now on, it is Mistress Becky to you, understood, you little piece of shit?"

"Yes, Mistress Becky." I was about to come without anything even touching my dick.

"Please, Mistress Becky, let me lick your beautiful toes." Nodding, she slowly moved her left foot towards me. I was in between heaven and hell! It was all I ever dreamed of sexually, but what about Lisa?

"Lisa won't find out if you follow my orders, slave," Becky said coldly. I felt like an open book to her, and she must have read my mind.

She continued her foot tease, and I couldn't resist and lowered my head. Just before I could kiss her beautiful toes, though, she pulled away her foot.

"I made up my mind, my new toy, I wanna play a little more," she said, while getting up. "I don't think you have made yourself worthy of licking my toes yet." That made me crack. How could she be that evil? My mind was racing, I just had to kiss her feet.

"Please, Mistress Becky, please let me kiss your feet. I'd do anything to kiss your feet," I cried out in desperation.

"Anything, slave, huh?" Becky said, with that conniving smile, again.

"Yes, anything, Mistress Becky, you can use and abuse me. Please let me lick your beautiful toes and be your slave, please". She had me right there, where she wanted me, and it didn't even take her a huge effort to do so. I was so turned on by her attitude and her teasing and denying me, I felt helpless.

She spat on the floor. "Lick it up, slave." I crawled up to the spot, eager to taste my new mistress's saliva. My cock had been rock hard and was oozing precum. It felt so good to give in, to be dominated. It seemed that it was everything I ever hoped for.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, and I truly meant it.

"All right, my little bitch, it looks like there is a new boss in your life."

"Yes, Mistress Becky, thank you, Mistress." I wanted to do her every bidding.

"Take off your clothes. You and your dick, your balls and your cute little ass are my property now, and they are up for inspection, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Becky," I answered, while I hurriedly took off my clothes, folding them neatly on the sofa. As I stood there, with my throbbing cock desperate for relief, she walked up to me, stopping inches before me, her hand slowly sliding down from my chest towards my cock. It responded with a great sensation, oozing more precum.

"Get on your knees, slave." I fell onto the floor and onto my knees. She had such a bitchy, superior attitude, my brain was really lacking oxygen. She had me so whipped, I wasn't able to formulate one clear thought. I just wanted to obey, and to be humiliated.

"Cos that's what you are--my slave, my property--and you crave it, am I not right? Tell me about it?"

"Yes, Mistress, I crave to be dominated by you. I am a perverted beta male who likes to be dominated by a beautiful mistress like you."

This afternoon had not turned out quite the way I planned. I had tried to confront Becky with her misbehaviour and now I knelt naked in front of my sister-in-law, trying to please her in every way possible.