Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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I understood what she wanted me to do, but I really didn't know what I would offer her as a tribute. It did seem a little silly, but I knew that she was serious about the whole thing so I figured I may as well be too. I stood stupidly in the kitchen for a few minutes while I aimlessly tried to think of anything suitable.
I was just growing impatient when I suddenly had a brilliant idea. It came from nowhere, and I rushed to my bedroom and opened the draw beneath my bed. It had been my special place for as long as I could remember, and I stored all of my personal and most cherished items there. It was a bit of a mess, made up of all sorts of rubbish that I kept purely for sentimental reasons. I even had a few love letters from the boys in my class, back before I'd come to terms with my sexuality.
The draw was far from tidy, a common occurrence in my room, and I settled with just chucking the majority of the junk over my shoulder. All sorts of bits and pieces were being scattered over my bedroom floor, as I frustratingly searched for the item I had in mind. I was sure I kept it there, I always had done and I was getting a bit flustered with every minute that passed.
It was getting close to the ten minute deadline when I peeled away an old scarf towards the back, then sighed in relief as a thin object fell from it. I briefly gazed down at my old prized riding crop which I had won so many years earlier. Without wasting another second, I swept it up with my greedy paws and headed back to Garima downstairs.
I knelt before her, arms outstretched, presenting my beloved riding crop to my new owner. I'll admit I felt very unhappy about handing over my prized possession to my younger sister. I had worked so hard to win that riding competition and now I was being forced to work even harder to win her approval. For a number of years; every night I would shun my friends so I could spend hours perched upon Meadow's back, galloping around the field while perfecting my riding technique.
Obviously from my current employment it amounted to nothing, but I still frequently indulged it as a hobby. However, it was somehow a fitting act to mark the occasion of Garima assuming the dominant role in our relationship as sisters. I could think of no other item that held enough value to fully pay tribute to her ascent.
Garima's eyes widened at my gift, and I could detect a hint of childish delight. This was a big statement I was making, we both knew it. Throughout my childhood this was the one thing that I had been most proud of. Garima had always felt some jealousy towards my equestrian achievements, and I was handing it over to her willingly, maybe even wanting it to happen more than she did. She trailed her fingers along the length of the leather rod while it remained perched on my upturned palms.
I suddenly felt myself overcome with a feeling of dread. I think for the first time it really hit home just how out of control I'd let everything get. In only a week I'd let my younger sister reduce me to her slave, all because I had an unexplainable attraction to her feet. That wasn't the problem though. I was starting to understand that it had grown bigger than the feet issue, and my latest humiliation was evidence of that. Garima really wanted to take control of every part of my life, and even though I had an underlying desire to comply I felt that things needed to be discussed.
With my concerns in mind, I felt it was necessary to get things out in the open. Even though my slavery was now accepted between us, we hadn't really openly talked about it other than the one night. I tried to act assertive as I said "Garima. Can we talk a moment?", but it came out more timid if anything.
She looked up from the crop and nodded her permission, prompting me to continue. "Don't you think things are moving a bit too fast? I mean...we are sisters..." I reasoned. It was a bit ironic that I was now coming over all moral when I was the one that had initiated the whole thing. If I hadn't been so serious I would have probably laughed at my idiocy.
"Nonsense" she said while taking the crop from my hands, "you know this is what you want, and it's definitely what I want. Why else, all of the things you could have chosen, did you give me your beloved riding crop?"
"I don't know." I replied, in all honesty.
"I think you do. You want me to be your...mistress, is it?" She said coming across a little unsure of herself. With my interests I was very familiar with what a mistress was, but I'd have never thought Garima would be. It made me slightly worried, as I assumed that she must have been doing a little research. If that was the case, who knows what else she may have stumbled upon.
While I knelt there mulling over just how much she knew, Garima tested the crop in front of me, narrowly missing my face with the tip. Her eyes seemed to light up in reaction to the sound it made as it broke the air, and with every swing her technique improved. After a few practice runs, she lightly tapped my breasts and began to speak. "You are a real weird one" she muttered, while tracing the contours of my breasts with the tip of the crop.