Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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My older sister Maria, looked at me incredulously. "Volunteer? Are you insane?" She looked at the paperwork on the kitchen table in front of her.
She then looked up at me, her mouth agape. Truly in shock.
I sat across from her, in our family home, both of our parents having passed from cancer the year before. She was three years older than me. She stood 5'6, short, light brown hair, bobbed in a professional cut, her figure absolutely perfect, 36C chest, tiny waist and flared hourglass hips, looking amazing as always. I was always a little envious of her figure. With me at 5'4, long brown hair, 34B chest, and a couple of extra pounds on me, making me a little soft in the middle. I did like my backside secretly. And I've had a few compliments on it, to my shame and thrill.
I watched her face turn a few colours, as I blushed somewhat, but held my ground. "Ya, volunteer. I want this." I sat forward in the chair, it scraping along the floor somewhat. "It's for six months. And I've fantasized about this kind of thing, as long as I can remember." I stopped for a moment, looking into her eyes. My own, dead serious. "All of the women are there of their own volition. All are on Provera, so there's no chance of pregnancy. Everyone is tested, so theres no chance of any infection! And there's a doctor there all the time." I shuffled my feet over the ground a bit. "It's a training center for people like me. People who want so desparately to give in."
My sister took a deep breath and shook. "It's ridiculous! You're talking about... about... sanctioned rape! Forced imprisonment, and bondage. And you could be fucked by anyone. Anytime. And you WANT this? You want some rando to fuck you, and lord knows what else?" She exhaled in frustration, her arms falling to the table.
I looked back at her and shivered a little. "Yes... I do. It isn't rape, if I consent. It is forced though. I don't want the choice sis. I want the power exchange. I want to be submissive. I want to learn to be collared. Owned. Like property. I don't want the ability to refuse. I want to be tied up. Gagged. If one of the Doms there want my ass, it's his. If one of the Doms wants my throat, it's his." I swallowed hard. "Keith..."
She quickly cut me off. "I don't give a rats behind what Keith wants. Nor should you! Listen to yourself! You want to be chained like an animal and forced to be fucked? Forced to be used and do whatever depraved things this Keith wants you to do?" She was almost screaming, tears forming in her eyes. "Why? Gawd, why?"
I'm 24, and have been a very indecisive girl most of my life. I've had a number of boyfriends that were surprisingly uninspiring. Which ended up being boring. Many guys think Road Head and the occasional anal session makes you a submissive. Nope, not me. I knew I needed more. I needed something I couldn't grasp. Something... Beyond my inexperience.
Keith found me. He was kind to me, and saw what I couldn't. He slowly introduced me to the BDSM world. He collared me, and started training me. Gawd it was such a thrill. He kept me on my knees, nude of course. Legs spread wide, so I was on display constantly. He told me my pussy was his prize, and refused to hide it. In public he only ever allowed me to wear dresses or skirts, and never panties. He wanted access to me at all times. Demanded access to me. And I was only too willing. In his truck, I was to pull my skirt or dress up, exposing my pussy, and he would have his fingers inside me in seconds. In restaurants, I was to sit next to him, so he could touch me. He would take me to handicapped washrooms and use me, almost every time we went to a shopping centre.
Occationally I would resist, only momentarily, he just looked into my soul. And repeated his command. "ON your knees, spread your thighs. Show me, that pussy girl." My heart melted. My body quaked, and I did. It was humiliating and freeing at the same time. He would leave me like that for hours. Occasionally touching me, but constantly watching. Seeing my chest rise and fall. Seeing how hard my poor nipples were. Seeing the juices collect under me. Gawd, I loved it.
After a number of weeks, he invited his friends over to enjoy me, in my humiliation. Watching me, seeing me, looking at me like art. My breasts and sex always on display And I adored every second of it. He insisted that if anyone wanted me, I had to comply. Always. Any time. Anywhere. During those times, his friends would openly touch and finger me at the start. By the evenings end, I would inevitably be taking them all, in all my holes. I felt slutty, and dripping with semen. But when I looked up at Keith, all I saw was pride. His submissive did well. Me.
At his place, I was never allowed clothing. Ever. Even when his conservative looking mother and father came for dinner. As they arrived, I was on a leash, with a good sized ring and dildo gag in my mouth, on all fours sitting next to Keith. I was shocked when both of them petted my tied back hair.
Keith's mom smiled, sliding her fingers under my chin, tilting my face up, so she could look in my eyes. She smiled at me and said, "She's adorable Keith." Making me blush intensely, completely exposed and graded by her.