Salacious Sisters Ch 11

Showering with my sister has become a daily thing.

And while we both get clean, hygiene isn't the most important part of this daily ritual. Holly runs her slick, soapy hands all over my naked body and even rubs the front of her naked body up against mine while we're both soaking wet and slippery from the bodywash. By the time the shower is over, my nipples are rock hard, and my loins are throbbing desperately with sexual need. I almost always beg Holly to let me cum, but she insists that she enjoys watching me suffer with pent up sexual desire.

"Slaves should always be wet and panting with sexual heat," she explained. "You need to be ready for sex any time day or night. I'm just conditioning you to be ready."

I whimpered and gave her a sad, pouty look. She just smacked me on my ass and said, "Hey, you're the one who said she wanted to be my sex slave. I'm just giving you what you asked for."

After we both dried off, we made our way back to the bedroom and got dressed. As was the custom for slaves in our household, I was required to remain naked. I knew better than to complain about my enforced nudity. Complaining about the rules was grounds for punishment.

Then, much to my surprise, my twin sister revealed that she had a gift for me. She handed me the gift-wrapped box and I gushed at what a nice gesture it was. The gift box was wrapped in royal blue wrapping paper and had a cherry red bow. It seemed so festive, and the gift was so unexpected, I became bouncy with excitement.

"It's not even my birthday or anything," I said as I hugged her enthusiastically. "This is so thoughtful!"

Then I tore the gift wrapping off, opened the box, and saw that she had bought me a stainless-steel butt plug. It looked sleek and shiny and high tech.

"What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her in confusion.

"It's especially designed for slaves," she explained. There's a battery and an electric motor in there. Once it's embedded deep inside of you, I can control it with an app on my phone. It delivers electric shocks. And the more painful shocks you inflict on your slave, the more helpless and submissive they feel. You're going to love it!"

I gave Holly a dubious look, but she was not to be deterred. She ordered me to get on my hands and knees and spread my legs far apart so she could lube up my asshole and insert the stainless-steel device inside me.

"Ohhhhh, I think you're being mean," I whined, but I didn't resist her in any way. I crawled onto the bed, got down on my hands and knees and spread my legs pornographically far apart, making my anus an easily accessible target.

Anytime my anus is touched or penetrated I tend to be overcome with feelings of helplessness, so, having an electronic device deep up my ass that delivered punishing shocks would certainly make me feel helpless. I admitted as much to my sister.

"How long do I have to have that thing inside me?" I asked.

I gave her my sad, pouty face and that plaintive tone in my voice, but I was secretly excited at the idea of Holly abusing and dominating me in this new and innovative way.

"I haven't decided," my sister said with an air of casual disinterest. "Perhaps until I get bored with it? Let's slide it in and see how you react to it."

She snapped on a latex glove, then worked a large glob of grease into me, twisting her finger back and forth deep inside my ass, lubricating me all around.

I felt the appalling helplessness I always experienced when my anus was touched or opened. When she pulled her finger out, I thought she was done, but instead she added more lube and thrust not just one but two fingers into my anus, working them around industriously, probing and exploring my tight passageway.

"Holly!"

I exclaimed and my breathing became labored. My throat felt tight, and my heart began to pound insistently in my chest. My heart was racing, and my head was reeling; my sister didn't respond to my outburst, but even if she had, I'm not at all certain what I would have said.

Did I want her to take her fingers out of my ass? Did I want her to be rougher? Did I want her to move faster and shove the stainless-steel plug inside of me now, rather than making me wait for it? Instead of listening to me, she began to move her fingers in a circle, opening me up more and more.

Her fingers probed and explored the tight interior of my rectum, and I began to pant and move my hips in a shameless manner.

Then Holly slid her fingers out of my ass and grabbed the high-tech-looking anal plug. She proceeded to coat the plug with a generous amount of lube.

"As a slave, it's only proper that you allow me access to your entire body. Not just the obvious parts like your lips or your breasts or your nipples. I should also have access to the parts that you're squeamish about."

I whimpered as Holly slid the stainless-steel plug into me. The wide, bulbous part of the plug stretched my sphincter painfully. I grunted, panted, and whimpered as Holly twisted and pushed and forced the wide part of the plug past my anal ring. I struggled to relax my anus, and I felt the plug go deeper, then the narrower base of the plug slipped inside and seated.

"Ohhhhh!"

Holly wiped lubricant off her hands and picked up her phone. She had already installed the app that allowed her to control the device in my ass. She tapped some options on the screen and then I felt the plug inside me begin to pulse.

"Oh, God,"

I gasped.

Holly had said that the plug would deliver painful electric shocks. However, that wasn't all it did.

The plug had seven settings. The three highest settings delivered painful shocks, with setting number seven being the most painful; however, the lower settings created a pulsing sensation in my ass that echoed and reverberated all through my loins and caused a resonant, throbbing sensation in my vagina.

"Oh, Holly!"

I moved my hips in a shameless, libidinous manner and moaned as the plug inside of me throbbed and pulsated and brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Eventually my sister switched the plug off and I explained that the plug wasn't inflicting painful electric shocks on me at all.

"Oh, really? That's unexpected. Let's see what happens if I try a different intensity setting."

My legs trembled and I panted as Holly tapped some instructions onto the screen. She had started off at setting two. When she switched to setting three, the pulsing deep within my ass became more intense and my pussy throbbed even more vigorously. Settings four and five seemed to directly pulse against my G-spot and I spread my legs wider and thrust my pelvis as I felt my entire body on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

I gasped and then I whimpered as Holly shut the device down just before I could reach climax.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the sexual frustration was becoming too great to bear. Then my sister punched in some more instructions on her phone and the high-tech device inside my ass shocked me. And just like the erotic, pulsing sensations before, the painful sting of the electric shocks resonated all throughout my nether regions, shocking my pussy.

"Ow!"

"Oh, did that hurt?" my sister asked mischievously.

My sister continued to experiment with her new toy. She discovered which intensity settings did what, and then she used them to torment me. My whole body was helplessly under Holly's control as I became a mindless bundle of nerve endings that existed only to be sexually stimulated or painfully shocked.

As my day progressed, I did my morning stretches, responded to emails from my agent and my friends, made breakfast, ate breakfast, washed the breakfast dishes, did laundry, etc.

And as I did all of this, Holly toyed with the app on her phone and periodically caused the plug inside me to pulse and vibrate, sending powerful waves that reverberated in my vagina, causing me to gasp and squirm. I spent the morning with my pussy throbbing wetly in response to the thing my sister had buried in my ass.

"Holly," I gasped at one point as my legs became weak and wobbly and I had to lean against a wall for support. "This is cruel!"

"Mistresses are supposed to be cruel to their slaves. Haven't you heard?"

My breasts heaved up and down as I panted and tried to catch my breath. My clit and nipples were achingly hard, and my legs trembled shakily as they tried to support my weight. My pussy was so wet, it was leaking fluids onto my inner thighs.

"How about this?" my sister ventured. "I've signed you up to entertain a client tonight. I promise you multiple orgasms while we're at her house."

"Multiple?" I asked. "As in more than one?"

"More than one. more than two. Who knows how high the number could go? I think this client would enjoy watching a naked slave-girl squirm and pant through three or four orgasms. I think she enjoys watching their reactions as they lose control of their bodies and thrash around during the throes of orgasm."

* * *

The client's name was Ms. Reid. She was a middle-aged woman with a great deal of money. She lived in one of those homes with a massive security gate and high walls to keep out the riff raff. Her property had a four-acre yard and a house that was big enough to house a dozen people.

Of course, she lived there alone. I mean if you didn't count the servants. I'm not sure how many she had, but there were maids and security people on the grounds. I think there were servant's quarters in the back for the maids.

A security guard buzzed us in through the gate and a maid met us at the front door. "You must be Holly and Hannah. Ms. Reid has been expecting you."

The maid led us into a sitting room, where Ms. Reid was waiting for us. Ms. Reid was middle-aged, but she was lithe, graceful, and poised. Her lips were full and pouty. She had a slender waist, dancer's legs and she moved with confident, graceful movements.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable," she said gesturing regally at a leather upholstered love seat. Holly and I both sat down, and Ms. Reid gracefully lowered herself into an expensive-looking leather tufted wingback recliner chair.

"I think you both know why you're here," she began.

"You want to hire me," I ventured. "I'm a professional sex-slave. You've probably seen me performing at one of Eva's BDSM parties."

"Quite," the elegant woman replied regally. "I can easily afford your rates. I adore your delightfully firm, slender body. And I adore your delightfully submissive nature. I would treasure an opportunity to have you be utterly submissive to me for an evening."

Money exchanged hands. My sister placed the money in her purse and then she told me to get undressed. I was wearing a black skater dress with a built-in shelf bra. I gripped the hem of the dress and pulled the whole thing off over my head in one practiced movement. With that removed, all that was left was my shoes, socks, and panties.

"Let me get a closer look at those, dear," Ms. Reid said as she stared directly at my crotch. She got up out of her chair, gripped the waistband of my panties with one hand and worked her fingers slightly underneath the fabric.

I nervously held my hands at my sides and tensed up as she worked her fingertips into my panties. She pulled on the material, yanking it up and towards her, almost as if she were trying to tear the panties off me. Then she stuffed her hand deeper into my panties, grasped my plump, sensitive pubic lips and roughly squeezed them. I flinched and made a girlish gasping sound, but somehow managed to keep my hands at my sides.

She mercifully withdrew her hand from my panties after that and then she turned to Holly and said, "These things are so small, and the fabric so thin, they do more to draw attention to her pubes than they do to conceal them. They're so naughty, I just adore the way they look on her!"

She spent a great deal of time praising my cute, little black panties, but eventually she announced that they must come off.

I removed my shoes and socks first. Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled them all the way down. When I was fully naked, I stood there with my hands at my sides.

I could feel my face burn hot as the well-dressed, imperious woman stared intently at my naked body. It was both scary and exciting to be so naked and sexually objectified by such a strong, authoritarian woman. The way she openly studied every inch of my naked body, I felt an impulse to cover myself with my hands, but instead I concentrated on standing very still and allowing her to ogle me.

Ms. Reid stood intimately close, placed one hand on my hip and gave me an intense look. Then she licked her lips and gave me orders.

"Clasp your hands behind your back, dear," Ms. Reid ordered, and I immediately obeyed. My heart thudded in my chest, and I felt an almost identical throbbing in my loins. Being naked and ordered around by a dominant lesbian always triggers my libido.

With my hands behind my back, I felt like a naked prisoner. My shoulders were pulled back, and my breasts were thrust forward. The imperious older woman took advantage of my vulnerable breasts and grasped my nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She knew exactly how to play with a girl's nipples to drive her to exalted heights of excitement. By the time my nipples were released, I was panting, my nipples were embarrassingly erect, and my sex throbbed with hungry spasms.

Then, with a secure grip on my nipples, Ms. Reid took several steps backwards and pulled me along with her.

"Come along, dear," she said as she used my nipples like they were some sort of leash to grab onto as she pulled me forward. "I have an exercise room down the hall. We're going to have some fun there."

I kept my hands behind my back as I was pulled forward by my nipples. Holly followed behind me and Ms. Reid began to explain what she had planned for the evening.

"Before I came into my money, I used to train female gymnasts. I miss it sometimes. I loved watching tight, toned bodies being pushed to their limits. Those girls had such firm buttocks, remarkable legs and extraordinary flexibility."

"So, you want Hannah to perform gymnastics for you?" Holly asked.

"Oh, yes," Ms. Reid said imperiously as she led me into a room with exercise mats, a balance beam, parallel bars, uneven bars, and other exercise equipment. And when she finally released my nipples from her grip, they throbbed and stuck out, painfully erect.

"I think we'll start off with some basic stretches, then move on to some backflips."

I was ordered into the center of the room where I began to do a series of stretches on one of the mats. Ms. Reid's eyes roamed over my naked body with obvious enthusiasm as I stretched.

I felt exposed, and I felt a familiar stirring in my loins as my body was examined with prurient interest. Then, when I was done with my stretches, I was ordered to do some backflips and cartwheels. I was a little out of practice, but I'd done them thousands of times before. I mean, I'd never done nude backflips before, but the hand eye coordination skill is the same whether you're wearing clothes or not.

I was feeling proud of myself for my flawless performance with the backflips and the cartwheels, smiling smugly when I was ordered to get on the balance beam.

Mounting the balance beam and walking back and forth across the narrow surface was easy for a graceful girl like me. But then, I was ordered to do the splits.

"Oh."

Doing the splits while naked was something of a feat for me. It meant I would have to expose my pubic lips pornographically. I felt my heart pound madly in my chest as such exposure forced me to acknowledge my utter nakedness, my helplessness and my vulnerability.

Doing the splits on the balance beam, I could feel my pubic lips pressed into the flat surface of the apparatus that was holding my weight. It made me acutely aware of my swollen sex lips and it felt as if there were millions of nerve endings being stimulated all at the same time.

"That's very impressive dear," Ms. Reid commented as I reeled under the potent sensation. "I envy you for your flexibility. Not every girl can extend their legs at a 180-degree angle like that. Please maintain that position until I tell you to stop."

I panted and trembled as I struggled to obey. Not only was it a huge strain on my adductors to extend my legs apart like this at such an extreme angle, but I could also feel my vagina leaking fluids as my pussy throbbed.

There was a strain in my inner thigh muscles and a pulsing fire in my loins and I let out a loud sigh of relief when I was told I could finally dismount the balance beam and get back on the floor.

"Now, let's see you do a do a back bend."

Of course, a back bend is a movement in gymnastics in which the body is arched backwards and downwards from an upright position until the hands touch the floor. The gymnast's spine is arched, and she uses her hands and feet for support.

Normally, a gymnast would be wearing tights or a leotard while doing such a maneuver. However, since I was naked, my breasts, nipples, abdomen, and pubis were all shamelessly on display. And the extreme arch I was performing had my nipples pointing straight up.

"Very nice," Ms. Reid commented as she stood over me, admiring my arched torso, outthrust breasts and flexed abs.

She had me hold that pose until the strain in my arms became intense. Then she put me through my paces, having me assume positions that forced me to expose my naked breasts or my bald pubes in a lewd manner.

There are plenty of poses and maneuvers in gymnastics that require a gymnast to thrust her chest out or spread her legs pornographically wide, and Ms. Reid ordered me to do them all for her prurient amusement.

At one point, she had me do a handstand. It seemed like the least vulnerable pose of the evening, until she told me to remain supporting my weight with my arms, but to spread my legs extremely far apart.

I groaned, and my arms trembled as I allowed my legs to drift apart. With my legs open wide, my chest, belly, and vulva on display as much as humanly possible, I felt deliciously vulnerable and excited.

Then, Ms. Reid increased my feelings of vulnerability as she stood over me and gently smoothed her hands across my inner thighs before brushing her fingertips across the delicate folds of my exposed labia.

"Ohhhhhh!"

I moaned as she stroked my exposed pink slit. My arms trembled and I struggled to concentrate on my handstand as my sex throbbed wetly under her gentle touch. My skin felt feverishly hot, and I could feel moisture seeping from my wet sex.

And then she grabbed my buttocks, pulled them apart and said, "Oh, what is this?"

I'd had that butt plug inside of me all day long and had gotten so accustomed to it, I'd forgotten it was there. But when Ms. Reid grabbed my ass and stared directly at the flat, flared end sticking out of my anus, I became aware of it again and felt dreadfully embarrassed that Ms. Reid knew I had a stainless-steel device shoved up my ass.

"It's an anal plug," Holly explained. "It's a high tech one with a motor inside. I can make it thrum and pulse inside of her using an app on my phone. And the pulses in her ass resonate in her vagina."

"I beg your pardon?" Ms. Reid asked. "Are you seriously saying that you can stimulate your sister's Gräfenberg spot using a metal device that you've hidden away inside her ass?"

"Oh, yes," Holly replied proudly as she whipped out her phone. "The device is brand new and I'm still learning the nuances of how I can use it to manipulate my sister's libido, but, I'd be willing to bet I could force her to have an orgasm just by tapping a few commands into my phone."