Salacious Sisters

It's funny how things work out.

The other day my sister whipped me with a leather strap. It left my bottom sore and tender and when I went to audition for a part in an Olive Garden commercial it hurt to sit down. I squirmed in my seat as the director instructed me to smile and pretend that I was having the time of my life with the other actors who were seated around me, laughing and toasting each other with wine.

As a professional model/actress I've done this sort of thing before, but this time was different.

The director had no idea that my poor bottom was a riot of pain, he just saw the way that I would squirm and bounce in my chair and occasionally gasp. When he saw me behaving like that, he just thought that I was emoting and leaning into my role of a patron enormously enjoying an evening out with her family at her favorite restaurant.

So, being a slave girl with sore, punished buttocks helped me to nail an audition and get cast in a commercial. How cool is that?

I came home and told my sister, and she was thrilled for me. "That's amazing," my sister gushed. "So, you're writhing around in pain, and they thought you were doing an exceptional job of portraying a bubbly, enthusiastic customer?"

"That's exactly what happened," I confirmed.

Holly high-fived me and then she wrapped her arms around me in a hug. We hugged like that until she squealed with glee, and we bounced up and down in celebration.

"Maybe you'll get a reputation as the actress who's exceptional at emoting. Maybe this will lead to more work."

"You think?"

"Directors talk to other directors," Holly replied. "They network, they give each other feedback. "I'm thinking this'll help your reputation."

You wouldn't think that being a slave girl who suffers under harsh spanking, whippings and other punishments would be good for your career, but sometimes life has a way of surprising you.

Another big surprise came later that day when we got a visit from Daphne Cross. I hadn't seen Daphne since high school. After we graduated, I pursued my dream of becoming an actress, while Daphne went to work in her father's office supply store. We stayed in touch through emails and social media, but I hadn't seen her in person in years.

"Hello, Hannah. May I come in?"

"You know, traditionally people call or text before they show up at your front door. There are risks that come with showing up unannounced. Remember that time you showed up at Ms. Glover's home that Saturday morning?"

Daphne had looked somewhat uneasy when I initially answered the door and the longer I stood there without inviting her inside the more her brow furrowed, and a general air of anxiety seemed to wash over her. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, her facial expression tense, and she blurted out, "Hannah, are you going to invite me in or not?"

"Sorry," I replied and stepped aside to give her easy access. "Come on in. Now what's got you all agitated?"

She came inside, I closed the door behind her and some of the stress seemed to bleed out of her. She took a deep breath and then told me why she was there.

"So, your sister sent me an email about your lesbian BDSM party. I mean...I think she sent it to me by accident, but, after I got it, I read it. And re-read it. And re-read it. I keep thinking about it, and quite frankly I'm jealous."

Holly chose that exact moment to walk into the room. She'd overheard what Daphne had said and made intense eye contact. Daphne blushed.

"So, you want Hannah to strip naked for you so you can spank her? I thought you were straight."

Daphne's blush seemed to get even deeper. She took another deep breath and responded.

"I've never been straight. I've always liked girls. I've been faking it because my family is deeply religious. If they found out I was into girls, they'd be disappointed in me. It would be like a soul crushing disappointment."

I was about to say something, but then Daphne sighed heavily and added, "And I don't want to spank Hannah. I'm not the dominant type. I'm the type that dreams of being spanked by somebody else."

There was a long, protracted silence and then Holly said, "So, you don't want to take advantage of my naked slave girl, you want to be a naked slave girl."

Daphne hugged herself and nodded in agreement. "I've had kinky lesbian sex slave fantasies for years, but I always kept them to myself. My parents would think I was some sort of sick sexual deviant if they found out. And I had no idea how my friends would react if I told any of them. So, I've just been keeping it all bottled up inside."

"And, then I sent you that email, and you realized other people have the same sorts of fantasies that you do."

Daphne didn't respond verbally right away. At first, she just nodded in agreement. Then Holly told me to get Daphne a glass of wine. Confiding in us about her secrets was a big deal, and Holly could see how shaken up she was. I pulled a bottle of wine off the wine rack in the kitchen and poured a glass for Daphne. I walked over with the wine and Daphne seemed grateful. She smiled at me and took a big sip. Then she thanked both me and Holly and drained the rest of the glass.

"It feels great to finally say this stuff out loud," Daphne added, visibly becoming less tense as she unburdened herself. "Keeping these secrets all to myself has been like a huge, heavy weight on my chest. I really need a confidante."

It was an emotional moment. Holly stepped forward and hugged Daphne. And somehow, I got swept up and ended up hugging Daphne too. And while Daphne and I were holding each other close, Holly stood behind me and said, "Daphne, you know what?"

There was a slight pause and Daphne's embrace became less intense as she looked over at my sister.

"I was thinking, maybe Hannah and I could be more than just your confidantes."

"More?"

"Well, you're attracted to girls, but you've never had sex with one. Maybe Hannah and I could be the ones who change all that."

Daphne still had her arms around me, but most of her attention was on my sister. I could feel her heart beating faster as she waited with eager anticipation for my sister's next words.

"Hannah and I have been adding to our circle of people that share in our sex lives. And you're extremely attractive. Of course, you'd play a different role. Everyone else I've invited into my sex life has been allowed to abuse and objectify Hannah. Some of them have been allowed to punish her. If you join my circle of sex partners, you'd be the one getting objectified and punished."

Back in high school, Daphne had been pretty. She was thin, athletic and had been on the cheerleading squad. She had red hair, green eyes, an oval shaped face, and high cheekbones.

And while some girls lose their good looks after they graduate and go out into the real world, Daphne got even better looking after graduation. I had to admit, she would be a remarkably attractive slave girl.

Daphne began to tremble, she looked from Holly to me and with wide eyes, then she said, "Are we really doing this?"

"Would you

like

for us to be doing this?"

"Oh,

God, yes!"

Daphne got swept up in a wave of emotion. She swore she would do anything to become part of our BDSM sex games and the three of us entered into a verbal agreement which Holly explained would later turn into a written agreement.

Daphne ended up agreeing that she would come visit us once a week at a date and time of Holly's choosing and that she would submit to punishments and humiliations that Holly devised.

"If you suffer prettily and with an appropriate amount of deference to my authority, Hannah will reward you with an expert orgasm. Agreed?"

Daphne's eyes were glazed over. It was like she was on drugs. She would have agreed to anything at that point. She was assigned a safe word to use, and then I was told to undress her.

"I can undress myself," Daphne commented.

"Slaves don't argue with their mistresses," Holly said sternly. "If I say that Hannah will undress you, you'll stand there and let her undress you."

Daphne bit her lower lip and I began the task of stripping my friend naked. She trembled and her breathing became heavy as I unbuttoned her shirt, unzipped her pants, and undid the clasps on her bra. It was a loss of control for her to have somebody else's hand on her body, stripping her naked, which I'm sure was Hannah's intent in the first place.

When Daphne was down to just her panties, her hands were clenched into fists, and she was visibly trembling. I grabbed the waistband of her panties and prepared to pull them down and off. Daphne bit her lower lip and her breasts rose and fell as her breathing became more labored.

Her excited breathing highlighted her strong stomach muscles. And the way she was tensing up put some of the muscles in her thighs on display. She had a remarkable body, slender and toned and graceful.

I pulled her panties down to her ankles and Holly ordered her to step out of them. When she was fully naked, Holly stepped forward and took a few moments to examine her new slave closely.

"You're very pretty," Holly commented as her hands roamed all over Daphne's naked body. "However, as a slave, there are certain changes I expect you to make."

Then she cupped Daphne's pubic mound firmly and said, "This will have to be shaved. Slaves aren't allowed to have pubic hair. Pubic hair obscures your genitals from view. And a slave should never do anything that makes it difficult for her mistress to see her pussy."

"I'm sorry," Daphne said timidly. "I didn't know. I can shave it off for you right now if you like."

"Hannah will do it for you," Holly insisted. "Hannah, take her to the bathroom and shave all of this off. Do a decent job or else you'll both be punished."

I placed one hand in the small of Daphne's back and escorted her down the hall to the main bathroom. Then I turned her around and positioned her, so she was facing me. I got a pair of scissors and told her to spread her legs so I could have easy access to her loins.

"Wow, I can't believe this is really happening," she said with the enthusiasm of a little kid visiting Disneyland for the first time. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing was labored, and she had a manic smile on her face. She leaned her butt back against the sink and spread her thighs far apart as I took my scissors to her thick, red pubic hairs.

Snip. Snip. Snip. I cut away at the first of the delicate, red hairs until everything down there was no longer than a tenth of an inch. Then I ran some hot water and put a fresh razor blade in the hydro silk razor I use for shaving my legs. I had left the door to the bathroom open, and Holly watched as I worked hot water and shaving cream all over my friend's loins.

Once her pubic area was wet and lathered, my razor was able to shave away her short, delicate hairs with ease. Daphne's breathing was labored, and she arched her back and thrust her pelvis at me as if offering it up as a sacrifice. I quirked my mouth into a smile at the thought. In a way, Daphne was a sacrifice. She was giving herself up to Holly, sacrificing her dignity and self-respect. She was allowing Holly to turn her into a sex object.

Of course, she was getting something in return for everything she was giving up. Just listening to her excited breathing and seeing the enraptured look on her face, you could tell Daphne was enjoying every minute of what we were doing to her.

As I shaved her, Daphne's sex lips plumped. They became noticeably thicker and pinker, and Daphne squirmed when I used a hot, wet washcloth to clean her off after she'd been shaved.

I enjoyed the way Daphne squirmed and gasped. It was libidinous entertainment. Her nipples had become remarkably erect while I was using a razor on her, and I felt tempted to reach out and play with them. Of course, with Holly standing there, watching, I didn't dare. Slaves aren't supposed to do that sort of thing without permission.

"Are you finished?"

I told my sister that I was done shaving Daphne, and then she ordered Daphne to stand for inspection. My naked friend stood with her legs pornographically far apart and submitted herself to a humiliating and sexually objectifying inspection. My sister took her time, grabbing Daphne's labia, pulling them this way and that, and stretching them taut as she searched for any pubic hairs I might have missed.

It seemed that I was going to be given credit for doing a good job, but then Holly ordered Daphne to turn around and place her hands up against the wall, while she examined Daphne's pubic lips from behind.

Daphne was bent over at the waist with her legs spread wide. I felt that Daphne was cruelly exposed in this position, but then Holly placed her hands on Daphne's ass and pulled her buttocks apart, leaving her even more exposed than before.

"You missed a few hairs," my sister declared as she inspected Daphne's nether regions. "Come here and take a look."

I leaned in close and after a careful examination of Daphne's pubes, I noticed two small, delicate hairs that I had missed. Holly declared that both Daphne and I would need to be punished for my oversight.

"Wait. I didn't do anything wrong. Why do I need to be punished?" Daphne questioned, looking over her shoulder. Her legs were still spread wide, and she was still bent over. She was still in a remarkably vulnerable position and hadn't even asked for permission to stand up yet. I think she was enjoying my sister's domination over her.

"Slave girls get punished quite often, and their punishments aren't always fair," my sister replied curtly. "It's best for you to learn that now, rather than later. Of course, if you can't handle how unfair it is, just say the word. Just admit that the life of a slave girl is too rough for you. Then, you can get dressed and go home."

Daphne didn't even seem to take time to think about it before responding. There was just a teeny, tiny pause and then she replied, "I think you're being mean, but I will submit to your authority anyway. You can punish me as you see fit."

"Good, now march! Get your ass in the living room. That's where you and my sister will be punished."

We made our way into the living room. Daphne and I were both breathing excitedly, and my heart pounded in my chest. Holly ordered me to stand in the middle of the room and then she told Daphne to get behind me and unzip the back of my dress.

Daphne unzipped me and then the two women watched me as I stripped. I slipped out of the dress, then I took off my shoes. Daphne and Holly, both gave me expectant looks and then I undid the clasps on my bra.

My nipples were visibly hard and erect. I feared punishments, but mixed in with the fear were feelings of dark, potent desire. They stirred up my libido and left me feverish with sexual excitement.

The last item of clothing to be removed were my panties. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my stylish thong panties and pushed them down my hips.

I stood in the living room, stark naked, my ass and bald pubes indecently on display. Holly had seen me naked many times before, but this was Daphne's first time ever seeing me naked and she stared at me as if mesmerized.

"You're so beautiful," she commented in hushed tones. "I always assumed you'd look good naked, but you look even better than I'd guessed."

"Thanks," I replied timidly.

The intense looks Daphne gave me as her eyes swept up and down my exposed nudity made me feel vulnerable, and my gut instinct was to use my hands to cover myself. Of course, Holly had already set down rules that forbade me from ever doing anything like that. I held my hands at my sides and struggled to keep them there. It wasn't easy. Daphne's eyes were wide and prurient as she ogled my naked body from top to bottom. The way she stared I could practically feel her gaze on my naked body as if she were physically touching me.

"Now, get over my lap," my sister ordered. I turned my back on Daphne and faced my sister. My sister had sat down on a large, upholstered footstool and waited for me to get over her knees. With both fear and arousal swirling around in my stomach, I slid my naked body across my sister's lap and raised my ass up suggestively high.

I tensed up, waiting for the spanking to begin, but it seemed that Holly was in no hurry. While I lay across her lap, her hands moved across my naked bottom. She stroked the gap between my thighs and then she pointed out to Daphne how my plump pubic lips were visible from behind.

"That's what you'll look like when you go over my lap," she told Daphne. "It's a very intimate and shaming exposure. That's why this is one of my favorite positions for punishing a slave girl. Just wait and see how vulnerable and exposed you feel when you're over my lap in this position."

Daphne made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp. It was an adorable sound, and I felt a desire to hug her just then. But before I could say anything or react in any way, Holly slapped me hard on my right butt cheek. I'd taken far more punishing blows across my bottom, but I was still sore from a strapping I'd received the night before. And the pain of my sister's right hand rekindled the pain of that punishment.

I bit my lower lip and tried not to cry out. Daphne was standing there watching, and I didn't want to frighten her. If I acted like the pain was unbearable, it might scare her into collecting her clothes and going home before she even crawled across my sister's lap.

I did my best to act all stoic as my ass was getting warmed up. But every time Holly's hand came down upon my ass the sting was more intense than the time before. I gritted my teeth and tried to be brave.

I clenched my jaw and tried not to cry out in pain, but the sting kept getting worse and worse. I wriggled across my sister's lap and balled up my hands into fists and did my best to stifle my screams of pain.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Eventually, the pain became too intense. I let out some girlish gasps of pain which quickly evolved into piercing, unbridled screams of agony.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Aaaahhhh!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Daphne standing there naked and wide-eyed. She hugged herself and flinched when I cried out in pain as if she felt the blows herself. Holly got more enthusiastic, and the blows began to hurt even more. I couldn't see my abused buttocks, but I was almost certain that they were turning red. I reflexively kicked and writhed across my sister's lap, but I didn't use my safe word or beg for mercy. I wanted Daphne to see how a good slave takes her punishment without complaining.

Holly landed a blow on the back of my thigh, just below my left buttock. It seriously burned, my eyes welled up with tears and I began to sob. There was a pulsing fire in my loins to match the fire across my backside and I squirmed and bounced shamelessly across my sister's lap.

I writhed in both pain and sexual arousal. And just as the pain seemed overwhelming and I almost called out for Holly to stop, the spanking ended, and Holly turned to Daphne and told her to take a good look at me.

"See how red her ass is?" She asked. "You see how she's sobbing and trembling in pain? Do you think you can handle that sort of punishment?"

"Oh, gosh. I hope so," Daphne said. Her breathing was heavy, and her words came out full of emotion. Her breasts rose and fell, and her eyes were bright with excitement. I got up from my sister's lap on shaky legs and had trouble walking. I was emotionally and physically exhausted and my legs felt like rubber. I walked over to Daphne, and she hugged me passionately before she turned to face Holly and crawled over her lap.

"You're very brave," my sister said to her willing victim. "I like that. It's a good trait in a sex slave. It will serve you well."