My name is Ben, I'm 18, and here's my story. I think it's a warning to other dudes with attractive but idiot sisters, but I honestly can't tell anymore.
I know you don't want to hear about my hobbies and interests, particularly since they're the same as those of every guy my age -- sports, avoiding homework, playing too many video games, working out, and fantasizing about girls. So I'll just dive right into what happened.
Everything about my normal life changed when my sister Allison discovered a secret about me that I couldn't let my parents -- basically my mom since my dad lives two states away -- know about. It's nothing too weird -- and I'm certainly not telling you what it is -- but it would make my mom mad enough to carry through with her occasional threat to send me to a military academy. "You lack discipline," she'd say. But what guy my age doesn't? In hindsight, military school would've been a walk in the park and not something I'd try to hide from my buddies.
I honestly regret being such an asshole to Allison and my other sister Katy, but I never dreamt they'd be able to do what they did, particularly since they're just stupid girls.
One evening, my mom was downstairs doing something or other when my sisters confronted me in my bedroom with the blackmail information -- both of them grinning from ear to ear like they just won the lottery or were getting revenge, maybe for my view that guys are superior. In any case, I was immediately horrified to hear them verbalize my secret, and I started to sweat as my heart pounded in my chest.
"Are you gonna tell on me?" I asked sheepishly. It was the first time I'd ever felt weak and vulnerable around them, and it was definitely the first time they had real power over me, which I soon discovered, they loved having and would utilize to a ridiculous degree.
"Probably not," Allison said smugly. "Katy and I discussed it, and we won't tell mom as long as you agree to something that will come naturally to you. You're going to be our slave."
"What?!" I asked with indignation. "Slave? Come naturally to me?!" I laughed out loud. I'm not macho or anything, but I do play a lot of sports and like being the man of the house. Being a slave to idiot girls definitely wouldn't "come naturally." WTF?
"We honestly think you'll like it. In fact, you'll eventually help us to make it increasingly extreme so you're afraid to make even the most basic decisions for yourself."
"Are you serious? That's really stupid. Why would I ever agree to something like that, let alone help you with it?"
"First, cause you're a guy so you're biologically inclined to being a stupid beast of burden. You've seen how those dumb bulls stand around at the fair with their big balls baking in the sun. (Her analogy made me bristle.) And second, if you disobey in any way, we're definitely telling on you, right Katy?" My younger sister nodded in agreement, her arms crossed in a display of bitchy authority.
I decided to humor them till I found a way out of this mess. "Okay, what do I have to do, your majesties?" I even bowed to mock them.
"First rule, slave" Allison said, ignoring my sarcasm. "Starting immediately, you will address both of us as mistress. Now thank us for enslaving you -- and make us believe it -- or we can tell mom about your secret and forget helping you."
"This is so stupid," I said coldly, "but thank you, mistresses, for enslaving me." My sisters glanced with glee at each other, probably imagining the possibilities of what would have been impossible just an hour ago. I started how wonder how long this slave idea had been in their heads.
"I don't think he meant it," Katy said.
"Neither do I," Allison responded. "Try again, slave, and do it while kissing our feet."
"WHAT?! No fucking way!" I snapped, trying to keep my voice low so our mother wouldn't hear. This joke was getting out of hand.
"Okay. Your choice," Allison said as she walked confidently towards the door, Katy jumping off the bed to follow her.
"Wait!" I said out loud. They had me by the balls. Was I really like that dumb bull?
"Yes? Is there something you want to say?"
I took a deep breath and then slowly got down on all fours between them. "Just this once," I warned. As I lowered my head, I heard myself thanking them for enslaving me. I pressed my lips to their shoes and kissed, leaving a mark of saliva. While my sisters laughed, a feeling of defeat washed over me just as our mom called us down for dinner. "Thank god," I thought, as I jumped to my feet. "I hope no one ever finds out I did that."
I don't think I've ever seen my sisters so happy or heard them so chatty over dinner. I, on the other hand, didn't say a word since their giddiness pissed me off, and I was really worried I might not escape this predicament. The word "slave" kept running through my head. Slave. Slave. Thank you, mistress. Slave. Kiss our feet. Yuck! Bitches.
"Ben will clear the table and wash the dishes, won't you, Ben?" Allison asked.
My mom looked at me with surprise. "You will, Ben? Why is that?"
I shot daggers at Allison with my eyes to connote fury and said simply and flatly "yes."
"Tell her, Ben," Allison nudged.
I'm sure I looked irritated and confused, unsure of what her majesty expected me to say.
"I think it's great," Allison chimed in. "Ben was telling us how sorry he is for doing so little work around the house all these years and acting like a little king and how he'd like to start treating us like royalty -- cleaning, doing the laundry, and even cooking. Isn't that right, Ben?"
I felt trapped again, nodded and forced out another flat "yes."
"Well, I'll admit I'm surprised," my mother said. "Are you finally losing interest in all those pointless sports and video games?"
"He's found a new obsession," Allison laughed. "And he wants to get EXTREMELY good at it." Katy laughed, too.
"Well, I think that's great," my mother said. "Let your sisters teach you, young man." She pushed her seat back and left the room, and my sisters followed close behind her.
"Do a good job," Allison said out loud, lipping "slave" at the end. "Hahahaha."
As I washed and dried the dishes, my mind raced with anxiety. "I fucking hate this so much! How am I gonna get out of it? What are they going to make me do?" Each time I recalled kissing their shoes and thanking them for enslaving me, a knot twisted in my stomach. When will I find time to play video games and sports between school, homework, and a shit ton of housework?! Am I gonna have to ask my idiot sisters for permission just to leave the house? Allison's belief that I would help them enslave me lingered in the back of my mind like a bad omen. How fucking dumb would that be?!
Suddenly, my phone buzzed the arrival of a text, and I felt relief that my buddies were inviting me to do something, but my heart sunk when I saw the message was from Allison. "Come to my room, slave. Now."
I felt my body shake with rage and almost dropped a glass.
"Is everything okay?" my mother asked, apparently noticing my reaction. I quickly composed myself, reassured her that I'm fine, and vowed to hide my emotions better. I simply couldn't risk my secret being exposed no matter how cuntish my sisters were acting.
I went to Allison's room for what would be a MAJOR turning point in my life. My sisters were sitting on the bed looking devilish as though a trap were about to be sprung. I closed the door behind me, fearing the worst.
"What do you want?" I asked in the most masculine and threatening way I could muster.
"First, slave," Allison said sternly, growing quickly accustomed to her dominant role, "you will always greet us with "I am your obedient slave, mistress." Now say it."
I sighed like I was bored and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. "I am your obedient slave, mistress," I parroted robotically and with resignation. I actually found it hard to look my sisters in the eyes while saying something so stupid and degrading.
"Good, slave," she said. "Third, you will beg me right now to clean my room. I hate how messy I've let it get. Once you convince me to say yes, you will do the same for Katy."
I could feel my chest heaving with deep breaths of fury but knew I had no choice but to obey. "Yes, Mistress," I said, which made Katy clap with joy, probably at the thought of never having to clean again. I was about to start fake begging to clean to get this shit over with when they dropped a fucking nightmare from hell on me.
"Wait, slave. I didn't mention the second rule," Allison said with a smirk. "Every time you are with Katy or me..." she paused for either dramatic effect or out of genuine concern for my reaction," you will strip -- Completely. And totally. Naked -- No socks, no t shirt, no underwear, nothing. You will kneel down with your hands behind your head and your knees open as wide as possible until we allow you to move."
I was speechless and honestly felt like I was punched in the gut. I began shaking my head rapidly from side to side. No way. Definitely not. No. Naked? Fuck no!
"Yes," Allison said firmly, contradicting me like a little boy demanding candy for dinner rather than her teen jock brother just wanting to keep his mature body private like every other guy. "It's honestly too late to go back, slave. For us to keep your secret, you need to prove right now that you're totally committed to slavery and that means accepting routine humiliation -- and always being completely naked in our presence."
Katy nodded slowly and seriously, clearly encouraging me to do it.
"Don't be afraid to degrade yourself," Allison said in an oddly soothing, reassuring and obnoxiously-matter-of-fact tone. "Now hurry up and get naked before mom interrupts us."
"I'm totally committed to being a slave, mistress," I lied, hoping to buy some leniency, "but can I do it wearing boxers and a t shirt? I'll honestly be a better slave if I'm wearing boxers. Please?"
"I don't understand why you have an issue with being completely naked in front of us," Allison responded with irritation. "For heaven's sake, you're eighteen."
If anything, being only eighteen made it one thousand times worse. "Cause it's really embarrassing, mistress. I don't.. want..."
"Eighteen is actually the ideal age for boys to mastery slavery," Katy said, spouting bullshit like it was fact. Yet, somehow, for a fraction of a second, I could kind of see her point.
