Matts Story Pt 02 1

Matt's Story -- Pt. 2

In the morning, I awoke to the sound of my phone buzzing next to my head.  Picking it up and answering, I saw that it was another call from Mistress.

"Good morning, Mistress," I said.  I woke very excited, thinking about my younger sister controlling me.

"Good morning, slave," she replied.  "Pull off the covers, let me see."

I saw the red light blinking on the camera box, knowing she was watching me.  My morning wood got very hard knowing that.

I smiled and tossed the covers back, half turning toward the camera, giving her a great view. Idly, I reached down and began to slowly stroke my rock-hard cock, staring at the camera with a big smile.

"Nice, slave," she said, "Go take a shower.  Let me see you cum in the shower after you wash yourself."

Standing, I said, "Yes, Mistress.  As you wish."

I walked naked down the hall, my hard cock swaying in front of me.  Mary's door opened and she stepped out and as I passed, she gave my cock a squeeze, looking me in the eye with a smirk.

I went into the bathroom, started the water, and while waiting for it to warm, turned toward the camera and stroked my cock.  Then I stepped into the shower, soaped up a rag, and started washing myself, lots of soap suds all over.

Then I set the rag down and using my soapy hands, started stroking my cock.  I looked at the camera, gave a big smile, leaned back, eyes closed, and really started pumping my hand.  Shortly, I arched my back and shot a big load onto the shower wall.

I rinsed off and spent a few minutes under the warm water, leaning back, arching my back, pushing my crotch out, and turned my face to the camera and smiled.  I turned off the water, stepped out, and dried off.  As I stepped toward the door, the blinking red light on the camera went dark.

I walked back to my room, passing Mary in the hall.  She gave me a smile and said, "I laid out some clothes for you to wear.  And you are giving me a ride to school."

I walked into my room and laying on the bed was a pair of khaki chinos and a light blue knit shirt.  Not what I would choose and with no underwear, it was going to be tough to hide my crotch.  Hopefully, I would not get turned on enough to leak any precum, it would be very visible on these pants.

I dressed and went down to have breakfast.  Mother and Mary were sitting at the table.  Both looked at me as I walked in.

"Wow, honey," Mother said, "You look very nice today.  Anything special going on?" Her eyes lingered on my crotch and I was very aware of how much my cock outline was visible.

Blushing, looking at Mary, I said, "No, Mom.  Just felt like wearing something different."

"Well, maybe he will wear something like this every day," Mary said, "What do you say, brother?  Are you changing your dress code?"

"I guess so," I said, my face getting pretty red as I sat down to eat.

"Matt is going to drive me to school from now on," Mary told Mother, squeezing my thigh under the table.

"Wow," Mother said, "It is really nice to see my two children suddenly getting along so well."  She raised her eyebrows, looking at each of us.

After eating, it was time for us to go.  We walked out to the street to get into my car, parked at the curb.  As I started up and started to pull out, Mary said, "No. Wait. Take it out.  Get your cock out."

My face turned very red and I fished my cock out.  Mary reached over and wrapped her hand around it and said, "Okay.  Take me to school."

My cock harden as she fondled it on the drive to her school.  Pulling up in front, she turned to me and said, "Okay.  Pick me up right here at three.  Have your cock out and ready for me.  And don't you dare cum during the day."

She climbed out of the car and my cock was hard and leaking, so I couldn't put it back into my pants.  I drove off, the short drive to my school.  At my school, I took a tissue and cleaned up the best I could, and tucked my cock away.  I went to school and did my day.  But it was a waste of classes.  I could not keep my mind off of what my kid sister was doing to me and how much I loved and craved it.  Between classes, I hid in a bathroom stall and jerked off.

After my last class, I drove over to Mary's school, arriving a few minutes early.  I fished my cock out of my pants and placed a book on my lap to hide it.

Mary walked out, and smiling at me climbed into the passenger seat.  "Take me home," she said as she slid her hand under the book and grabbed my hardening cock.

By the time we pulled up in front of our house, I was rock hard again.  As Mary opened her door, I started to put my cock back into my pants.

"No way," she said to me, "Leave it out and get inside."

Now totally embarrassed, I picked up my books and got out of the car.  I started to carry the books in front of my crotch, but Mary grabbed them.

"You won't need to carry these," she said, with a big smile.

So I walked up the walkway to the front porch, it had never seemed this long.  I was hoping no neighbor would see me walking up with my hard cock sticking out the front of my pants.  No such luck.  Mrs. Jacobs, our sixty-year-old widow neighbor, was trimming some shrubs in front of her house.  She stopped and looked at us.  Mary smiled and waved at her.  I just continued to walk.  I could feel Mrs. Jacobs eyes staring at my swinging cock.

Stepping inside the front door, Mary was laughing.  Looking at me, she said, "Strip, slave."

I quickly took off all of my clothes, standing nude in front of her.

"Get the mail," she ordered.  Our mailbox was attached to the front of the house on the porch.  I gave her a pleading look, but she just pointed to the door.

As I opened the door and stepped naked out onto the front porch, I could hear Mary laughing. Mrs. Jacobs had now stopped what she was doing and was now openly staring at me naked on the front porch.  She had a big smile on her face and yelled to me, "Nice to see you, Matt."  She started also laughing as I went back inside.

Taking the mail from me, she said, "Get me a soda, slave."

I went to the kitchen, poured a soda into a glass, and returned to the living room.  Mary was sitting on the sofa and I handed her the drink.

"Stand here," she ordered, pointing to the floor just in front of her.  I assumed my standing position, legs spread and hands on top of my head, my hard cock sticking straight out, leaking at the tip.

Taking a sip of the soda and then smiling up at me, Mary set the soda down and reached forward to squeeze my cock, wiping my precum onto the shaft.

"Ahh, does slave need to cum?", she asked me, giving my cock a stroke, forcing more precum to leak as she laughed.

Suddenly, she stopped and her face grew serious.  She leaned forward, lifted my cock, and looked closely at it.  Then looking up at me with a stern face, she said, "Is this dry cum?  Did you cum today after I told you not to?"

My face turned red and I meekly said, "I'm sorry, Mistress.  I could not help myself.  I was excited thinking about serving you."

She slapped my cock, hard. Pushing me back, she stood.

"Damn you," she shouted, "You disobeyed me.  You will be punished."

She pulled me over to the large chair, pulling me along by my cock.

"Bend over the chair," she ordered.

When I bent over the chair, she kicked my feet apart and slapped my ass, very hard.  I cried out and she kept slapping my ass, over and over.

"Don't you ever disobey me you bitch," she screamed at me and she removed the belt from her jeans.

With no warning, she hit my ass, hard, with the belt.  I screamed as she did it ten more times, on my ass and the back of my thighs.

Grabbing my arm and pulling me up, she looked into my eyes with anger.

"You're not going to disobey again, are you slave," she hissed at me.

"No, Mistress," I sobbed, tears running down my cheeks.  "I promise I will never do it again."   My cock was rock hard and leaking.

Grabbing my neck, squeezing it hard, she said, "Next time you will really be punished."  With that, she drove her knee into my crotch, smashing into my swollen balls.

I gasped and started to collapse, held up by her hand on my neck.  Releasing me, I fell to the floor.  She sat in the chair, lifting her foot.

"Take off my shoe and sock," she ordered.

I removed a gym shoe and a short sock.  "Massage my foot," she told me.  I rubbed her foot, giving it the best massage I could.

"Kiss it, all over," she ordered.

Holding her pungent foot, I kissed all over the top and the toes.  She raised the foot, and I looked at her.

"All of it," she said. So I kissed up and down the underside of her foot.

Pulling it down, she raised her other foot.  "Do it," she ordered.

So I took off her shoe and sock, massaged it, then holding it started kissing all over top and bottom.

She shoved me away with her foot.  "Stand, slave," she commanded.

I jumped to my feet and took my position, feet spread, hands on my head.

"I guess you learned your lesson," she said, giving me a stern look.  "Never disobey me again or you will be sorry."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, my eyes looking down at the floor.  "I promise never to disobey again."

"Go get dressed before Mother gets home," she commanded, "Same outfit as yesterday."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, picking up my clothes and heading to the stairs.

"Wait," Mary yelled.  I looked back over my shoulder at her sitting there smiling.  "I like your ass red, slave.  I think we'll do that a lot more often.  Now, go."

"As you wish, Mistress," I said and bolted up the stairs.

I went to my room and put on the same skimpy gym shorts I wore yesterday and a clean tee shirt.  I heard Mary talking to Mother, who probably just came home.

As I started to go downstairs, I looked at my rear in a full-length mirror.  There were a couple of red welts across the back of my thighs from Mary's belt. Before I could do anything, Mother called me to come down.  There was nothing I could do to hide my shorts tented out, just hoped it would go down.

Smiling at me as I walked into the kitchen, Mother held up a bag.  "I got your favorite Chinese for dinner," she said to me.  "It is a thank you for mowing the lawn yesterday without me asking."  She gave my shorts a long look, seeing them tented out.  I blushed a bright red and Mary gave me a big smile and wink.

"Thanks, Mom," I said, taking the bag from her and putting it on the counter.  When I turned around, she was looking at the back of my legs, I'm sure checking out the red welts on my thighs from Mary's belt.

"Tough day at work today," Mother said, "I need to sit down with a glass of wine before dinner."

"That is a good idea, Mother," Mary said.  Looking at me, she said, "Matt, why don't you get Mother a glass of wine."

Mother said, "Make it two, Matt.  Mary, you can have one too."

They walked off to the living room while I poured two glasses of wine.  I carried the two glasses into the living room.  Mother was sitting on the sofa, having just kicked off her shoes.  Mary was sitting in a chair.  I handed each a glass.

Mother was sitting sideways on the sofa, feet up on one side.  She said, "My feet are killing me, I was on my feet all day."

"Matt, why don't you rub mom's feet," Mary said.  Looking at Mother she said, "Matt gives a great foot rub."

I sat on the opposite end of the sofa, and Mother put her feet on my lap.  Both were resting on my rock-hard cock and I knew she had to feel it.  I picked up one foot and started to rub it as Mother moaned with pleasure.

I gave her the best foot massage I could imagine while she gently rubbed her foot against the bulge in my shorts.

"That's great, honey," she said, lifting the other foot.  "Do the other one."  And she placed the foot I just rubbed down onto my hard cock.  We did it again, me rubbing her foot and her rubbing her foot against my hard bulge.  It was all I could do to keep from shooting my load right there.

Finally, Mother sat up and said, "Let's eat."   And stood and walked to the kitchen.  I stood and so did Mary.  She looked at the tent in my shorts and laughed.  We went to the kitchen and sat at the table, like always Mother at one end, Mary and I across from each other.

Mary put her foot on my crotch under the table.  I looked at her with pleading eyes and mouthed "Please".  She just smiled and slid her foot under the leg of my shorts, her toes rubbing against my hard cock.

I was out of it while I was eating, Mary's feet doing a number on my cock and me trying to keep from cumming.

Mother asked, "Is everything okay, Matt?  You enjoying the food?"

I mumbled, "Yes, Mother. Everything is great.  I just have a big test coming up."

Finally, dinner was done. Mother looked at us and said, "Can you two take care of the dishes?"

Mary pressed her foot against my cock and I understood.  I said, "I'll take care of it.  You two go relax."

Mother smiled at me and said, "I do like the new Matt."  And she walked to the living room with Mary following, giving me a wink and a smile.

I cleaned up and did the dishes, fighting my hard cock all the time.  At last, I walked into the living room, Mother and Mary sitting on the sofa at each end.

Mother patted the middle of the sofa and said to me, "Come on, Matt.  We saved a spot for you." Her eyes fixed on the tent in front of my shorts as I walked over to the sofa.  I sat between them, my cock rock-hard and the legs of the shorts pulled up, so if you looked you could see my naked balls.

I was quite nervous and squirmed a lot as we watched another dumb movie.  Finally, it was done, Mother looked at us, her eyes taking a peek at my shorts, and said, "Well, I think it is time for you two to get to bed."

I stood and tried to hide the bulge in my shorts with my hands, said good night, and walked toward the stairs.  Mother called to me and I stopped and looked back over my shoulder at her.  She was staring at my ass and the red welts on my thighs.  "Thanks again, honey," she said.

I smiled at her and went upstairs to my room.  Almost immediately, Mary walked into my room, carrying her belt.

"No, please, Mistress," I begged, looking at her belt in her hand.

She laughed and said, "More punishment, bitch.  Strip."

I pulled off my clothes, my cock hard with anticipation and excitement.

"Lie on the bed, face down," she ordered.

When I did as she said, she knelt on the bed beside me.  She held my face down into my pillow with one hand while her other, with the belt, came down hard on my naked ass.  I screamed into the pillow, my voice muffled.  Mary laughed, as she continued to whip my naked ass with the belt.

Finally, after a dozen hits, she stood and looked down at me.  I raised my head, tears rolling down my cheeks and my ass on fire.

"I guess now you know not to disobey me again, slave," Mary laughed at me.

"Yes, Mistress," I cried.

"Good night, slave," she said and turned and left.  I noticed the red light blinking on the camera, she had taped it all.

I lay there on my stomach, my ass too sore to turn over and after some time, finally went to sleep.

(To be continued)