Because Big Sister Says So!

"Casey's an excellent slave," Gus sighed contentedly. "And I thank you for her, but she may be too good. I think she may just love me to death!"

"That's what I'm hoping to avoid with a nap," Cathy explained with a smile. Then she turned back to her two younger sisters. "Meanwhile, like I said, you sluts get to clean the house. Start with the kitchen, then do the dining room, family room, and this room, in that order. When you're done, you should shower together, but listen to me: while you may wash each other, you may get neither yourselves, nor each other off. Understand? Neither of you has permission to orgasm until I next say so. If I catch you cheating on this... well, believe me, you'll regret it. Casey, you know what I mean.... So I trust you to obey me. I also expect you to make sure Lesbian Slut does not cheat."

She smirked at the two women kneeling in front of the couch on which she and Gus sat. "No orgasms... Do you both understand?"
 
"No orgasms," Cathy repeated her command, having already given Casey responsibility of ensuring Marie did not disobey this cruel order, and making Casey shudder with memories of how Cathy could make a slave regret disobedience. "Do you both understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Casey replied immediately.
 
Apprehension



Orally exploring Cathy’s erogenous zones — starting at her toes and then all the way up her leg — and then bringing her to orgasm, had left Marie desperately horny. She heard herself actually whimper slightly when Cathy announced she should shower with Casey, but they could not orgasm during or afterward, including an ominous threat of what they would suffer if they did. Marie had already gotten a taste of Cathy’s creativity when it came to sexual cruelty, and that had happened in playful circumstances. She hoped to never face true punishment by her slightly sadistic older sister. So, she anxiously echoed Casey’s reply.

“Yes, Mistress.”


 
"Very good, Sluts," Cathy grinned viciously as her two sexually enslaved younger sisters acknowledged their mandated acceptance of the torment she had assigned to them. She knew the more experienced Casey would ensure Marie obeyed, not wanting to face the real torture Cathy might inflict for any malfeasance by either of them. With Marie kneeling before her, Cathy extended her right foot for her new slave to remove the one boot she still wore.

When she had done so, Cathy stood and addressed Marie's boyfriend, Gus. "Come along, lover. These sluts can clean up while we snuggle and nap."

Leaving her remaining clothes in a trail behind her, she led the way back down the hall to the master bedroom.
 
"Come along, lover," Cathy summoned Gus as she stood and headed toward the bedrooms. "These sluts can clean up while we snuggle and nap."

Already naked from the waist down, he followed her example and shed his shirt to the floor as he followed. A nap sounded nice, especially one sharing a bed with Cathy in the nude. As he entered the hallway from the living room, he did not look back to where Marie and Casey still knelt in front of the sofa he and Cathy had just vacated.
 
Casey felt a bit of Gus's semen dribbling down her chin as she watched her new master follow her mistress into the hallway to the bedrooms. With her fingertip, she gathered the thick drop into her mouth and relished its salty raw flavor. Giving Gus fellatio had left her desperately horny but, from hard experience, she knew better than to ignore Cathy's order forbidding her and Marie from enjoying any orgasms while Cathy and Gus napped.

On her dancer's legs, she rose easily from where she knelt and, to set the example for Marie, began dutifully picking up the clothing their owners had left on the living room floor.
 
For a Sister’s Love



Had Casey let her, Marie would have surrendered to the agonizing lust initiated by her earlier oral play with older sister Cathy. Now, working alongside her sweet and beautiful younger sister, her lifelong best friend, Marie could not get her mind off her desire to make love with her. She had no doubt that for the rest of their lives, she would feel a romantic and sexual love for Casey to match the intense sororal friendship they had always shared.

They cleaned the house together as they always had since first learning domestic chores more than a decade earlier. They moved as an efficient and well-practiced team. Marie knew every chance they heretofore had to share a bed would go just like this, with each anticipating the other’s next move and enhancing it with her own response. The thought sent a fresh tremor of hot desire through Marie’s body that tightened her nipples painfully and again dampened her already sticky crotch.

“Please, Casey...” Marie again begged. “We’ll sneak downstairs.... Cathy will never know.”


 
Marie suggested for what seemed to Karen like the hundredth time that they disobey Cathy and make love. Karen admitted her temptation to herself. Worshiping Gus's penis had left her incredibly horny. If she and Marie went to the basement and did it quickly and quietly, Cathy might never know they had orgasmed against her orders. Casey knew, nonetheless, she had to resist this desperate need.

"Please stop asking," Casey growled, her voice hoarse and rough as much from lust as annoyance. "Not only should we always obey our mistress, even the tiniest chance of getting caught is not worth it. Imagine being this horny, but for days on end. Then, you're only opportunities for relief come at the most humiliating times...."

The look in Casey's eyes revealed that she spoke from experience.
 
Cathy woke up slowly, her head still resting on Gus's right shoulder. Before opening her eyes, she inhaled his scent, masculine, musky, and sensual. Since starting college, she had developed a preference for women, but found herself really enjoying sharing a bed with a man again. That he was Marie's beloved boyfriend made it all the sweeter.

Gus had seemed surprised, but not particularly disappointed, when she made it clear she had brought him to her parents' bedroom for sleep, not sex. The prolonged and intense oral sex Casey had given him just before their nap had drained him. Cathy needed him virile for her plans for the rest of the evening to work. So, as much as she wanted it, she would not make love to him now, either.

Instead, she kissed his right ear, then whispered. "Wake up, Darling.... Go take a shower, then dress in something nice. I have a special surprise for you later."
 
Despite all the sex he had enjoyed in the past twenty-four hours, Gus, age eighteen, developed an erection in the shower. Had this happened on a normal evening, at home or in the dorm at school, he might have considered masturbating. He smiled thinking he had no need for that now, not with Cathy as his mistress and Casey as his slave.

He wondered what "special surprise" Cathy had in store for him. His limited experience meant nothing specific came to mind. Given what she had made happen since taking control of his and Marie's lives and bodies last night, however, even this vague promise made his hard organ throb in anticipation.

His erection lingered even after he had finished the shower and dried off. Cathy had told him to dress in something nice for the evening. It occurred to him that his clean clothes remained in his gym bag downstairs. His stiff penis made wrapping a towel around his waist difficult and uncomfortable.

He smiled realizing that given all that had happened, he had no need for modesty in his present company. He let the towel fall to the floor. He could have Casey pick up after him later. Fully naked, and with his erection bobbing in front of him, he left the master suite and walked down the hall to where he heard the women talking.
 
Cathy found it hard to contain her excitement, both sexual and general. Refining the devilish plans she had for this evening while she showered made her loins ache for relief. She could not resist touching herself a bit, but did not take this opportunity to climax. For that, she had slaves.

She stepped out of the shower and partially dried, then wrapped in a towel, her long, dark brown hair. She needed to do little to maintain it, save from using good quality shampoo and conditioner. In fact, no matter what she did, it always turned out the same, cascading in gentle waves down her back or, if she chose, if front just far enough to fully cover her firm, round breasts.

She then dried her lean body, also wrapping it in a towel that she tucked just below her armpits so that it covered her down to about the top third of her thighs. Leaving the bathroom she shared with her sisters, she padded down the hallway and across the freshly vacuumed and dusted living and dining rooms to find them just finishing cleaning the oven and refrigerator in the recently mopped kitchen. Casey wiped stained foam from the sides of the oven while Marie returned various packaged foods from the counter to the sparkling white refrigerator interior.

'Very good, Sluts,' she told them. 'I see you have been busy... too busy, I hope, to have defied my orders and have sex without my permission.'

Just as they affirmed their obedience, Gus appeared in the kitchen door, naked from his shower in the master bedroom, with his erection bobbing in front of him.

'That looks yummy; doesn't it, girls?' Cathy asked her sisters, then spoke to Gus before they could respond. 'Like I told you earlier, I have a special surprise for you at dinnertime for which I want you to save that lovely boner. Go get dressed, tucking that away however you can, except by jacking off. Like I have ordered these sluts here, the same applies to you. I don't want you coming until the time is right.... You'll know when that is after you learn of my surprise. Now scoot and get dressed.'
 
You Can’t Always Get What You Want



Already desperately horny from Cathy’s earlier temptations and ongoing prohibitions, Marie could not take her eyes off Gus’s erection. You often want most what you cannot have. Suddenly, despite the ecstasy she had discovered in making love with her sisters, Marie wanted nothing more than to have Gus inside of her, just as he was when Cathy and Casey interrupted their lovemaking the previous evening.

“That looks yummy; doesn’t it, girls?” Cathy suggested, then turned to give Gus strict instructions to maintain his manifested libido. She did not seem to hear Marie’s whimpered affirmation. Marie’s mouth literally watered as she felt her vagina twitch and flow with desire. While she found some solace from affirming that her lesbian adventures had not quelled her desire for her boyfriend, it paled beside the frustration she felt having no doubt that Cathy would enforce her demand that she not touch him for another six days.



 
"I don't want you coming until the time is right," Cathy insisted of Gus, as she had every right to do under their blackmailed bargain. "You'll know when that is after you learn of my surprise. Now scoot and get dressed."

Her promise of a mysterious surprise that would inspire him to come did nothing to alleviate his erection, which again bobbed before him as he went down the basement stairs. He found where he left his gym bag near the sleeper sofa on which Cathy and Casey had caught Marie and him making love the night before, leading to their present sexual servitude. Already naked, he pulled a clean pair of underwear up his legs and tucked his stiff organ uncomfortably inside of it.

Given that Cathy had something special planned, he decided not to put on jeans. Instead, he selected the still clean black dress pants he had worn last night. With this, he wore a fresh T-shirt under a royal blue cotton sweater. Fortunately, he had packed an extra pair of black dress socks, just in case he and Marie had wanted to do another fancy meal. He put these on, then slipped into black loafers.

He went into the basement bathroom and took the opportunity to brush his teeth. He then checked his outfit in the mirror, satisfied with what he saw. He hoped Cathy would approve as he headed back upstairs.
 
Long after her Gus had gone downstairs, Casey could not get her mind off the image of his erection bobbing in front of him as he moved through the kitchen. After so many joyous and fulfilling months as Cathy's lesbian slave, she had come to love Gus's manhood more than she ever expected. She had originally doubted the wisdom Cathy's plan to blackmail Gus and Marie into becoming sexual playthings. Now that she had Gus as her wonderful master and Marie as her willing lover, Casey considered it the smartest thing Cathy had ever done. Now Cathy had a new surprise waiting for Gus. Casey hoped it involved her.
 
After Gus went downstairs, Cathy opened a drawer, pulled out a sheet of paper with a recipe on it, and handed it to Casey.

"Make sure we have all these ingredients, and wash the spinach leaves," Cathy told her. Then she turned to Marie. "You, Lesbian Slut, come with me."

Cathy led her into the family room adjacent to the kitchen. As she crossed it, she let the towel wrapped around her body fall to the floor. She sat in a plush chair, her bottom perched on the front of the cushion, and spread her legs. Then she looked up at Marie standing before her and chuckled.

"Not fucking your boyfriend this afternoon has me all horny. You need to do something about that."

Leaning back in the chair, Cathy spread her legs even wider.
 
Hers to Use



“Not fucking your boyfriend this afternoon has me all horny,” Cathy told Marie. Hearing her older sister speak that way about Gus — that he was hers to use carnally, or not, as she wished — turned Marie on, which still surprised her as much as it now delighted her. Then Cathy, nude and already sprawled lasciviously in a chair, spread her legs even wider. “You need to do something about that.”

Marie returned her lecherous grin. Cathy’s sexual desire for her excited her, too. She dropped to her hands and knees and, maintaining affectionate eye contact the entire time, crawled with unhurried deliberateness across the family room floor. She stopped with her face between Cathy thighs.

“Yes... Mistress,” Marie sighed, then slipped her tongue deeply into Cathy’s womanhood.

 
Gus opened the door from the basement stairs to find Cathy sitting in a chair across the family room, obviously enjoying the oral sex Marie was giving her. He desperately wanted to join in, but knew he must obey Cathy's prohibition against Marie and him having any sexual contact for the rest of the week. So he turned toward the kitchen where he saw Casey standing at he sink washing spinach leaves.

Of course, given the deal the four of them had struck, he could order Casey to relieve his sexual tension, knowing she'd do so from both obligation and desire. Again, however, his own duty to Cathy stopped him. She had made it clear she wanted him to reserve his libido for some surprise she had planned for later. His current lustful state made anticipation of that event all the more enjoyable.

So he simply stepped up behind Casey, gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and softly kissed the side of her neck.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"
 
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Gus's smooth, deep voice complimented the sensation of his velvety, firm lips against the side of Casey's neck. She set her hands gently on his forearms, crossing her stomach as he gently held her from behind, and chuckled softly.

"You could take me forcefully and have your way with me," she sighed wistfully. "But that's not allowed."

She nodded across the breakfast bar to the family room where Marie knelt before Cathy, giving her oral sex. It seemed a bit cruel of Cathy to flaunt her right to pleasure while denying it to the rest of them, but Casey trusted her mistress. Whatever as yet unidentified adventure she had in store for them this evening would surely make this afternoon of torment all worthwhile.

"You should go into the living room and relax," Casey suggested to Gus. "Or even go have a nap. I don't know what 'surprise' our mistress has in store for you, but I suspect you'll want to be well rested for it."
 
Showtime



In less than twenty-four hours as Cathy’s slave, Marie had already learned many of her mistress’s preferences. Cathy favored efficiency over romance. Once Marie’s tongue had drawn sufficient juices from Cathy’s vagina to thoroughly coat her womanhood, she began in earnest using it to bring her to orgasm, concentrating on Cathy’s clitoris.

Marie heard Gus’s voice in the kitchen. She had also already determined that he enjoyed seeing her engaged in lesbian sex with her sisters. She hoped he watched her now, as she knew she would soon have Cathy writhing and moaning in ecstasy.

 
Settling slowly into the intense pleasure of Marie's tongue flicking her clitoris, Cathy watched through half open eyes as Gus crossed the family room. She eavesdropped on his following conversation with Casey in the kitchen. It reassured, but did not surprise her, that Casey obeyed her prohibition on any sex with Gus for the remainder of the afternoon. She had no doubt that Gus would likewise comply. He would not risk her showing the compromising photos she had to her and Marie's parents, not to mention that he almost surely had no desire to end the exceptional sexual adventure she had set them all on.

In short, all three of them had become her willing, almost enthusiastic, slaves. The definitive thought that she controlled the bodies of these three beautiful people overwhelmingly excited her. This, together with Marie's already skilled cunnilingus, sent Cathy over the edge.

"FUCK.... I love it!" she cried out loudly as her back arched, her toes curled, and her fingers clutched the air in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm.
 
Watching his girlfriend give oral sex to her sexy older sister did nothing to relieve the erection straining against the front of Gus's slacks. He could not stop watching, however, until Cathy came loudly and passionately. He'd had more sex in the past twenty-fours hours, all with two "forbidden" women, his girlfriend's sisters, than he would usually expect in an active month. Nonetheless, these circumstances had him hornier now than he could remember.

He turned and smiled at Casey. He wanted her so badly right then but, as she had reminded him, he dare not disobey Cathy's current prohibition against orgasm from any source. He kissed her on the forehead. His voice sounded breathy and ragged.

"You're right. I think I should go into the living room and get some rest."

He walked into the other room and laid down on the couch, hoping a bit of sleep might get his mind off the three beautiful women in the other room.
 
Control



“FUCK!” Cathy screamed in orgasm, her vagina pulsing against Marie’s chin as she continued to flick her tongue on Cathy’s clitoris. “I love it....”

Marie continued her aggressive cunnilingus, at first because she knew Gus watched them and she wanted to give him as good of a show as she could manage. Then, even after she heard him leave for the living room, because she desired to overwhelm Cathy with pleasure. She realized times like this provided slaves like her with their only fleeting moments with any control over their owners.

 
Casey wore a big grin as she watched her older sisters making love. Of course, she simply enjoyed the erotic view of Marie kneeling before, and giving oral sex to, the seated Cathy, especially when Cathy's thin but buxom body began to convulse in orgasm. The primary source of the grin, however, came from Casey's joy in sharing now with Marie the special bond she and Cathy had already enjoyed for many months.

She yearned to join them, then realized she could, as long as she did not violate Cathy's earlier edict that neither she nor Marie could have an orgasm. She walked around the breakfast bar and crossed the family room to kneel next to Cathy's chair. As Marie continued to lick her womanhood, Casey begand kneading Cathy's left breast with her fingers while she sucked her stiff right nipple between her lips.
 
Cathy groaned when Casey began fondling and sucking her breasts as Marie continued to rapidly lick her clitoris. Her second orgasm arose almost immediately and with even more intensity than the first.

"Fucking Christ!" Cathy screamed. "I love you girls!"
 
As Cathy trembled and moaned through her second orgasm, Casey moved her right hand from Cathy's left breast to the back of Marie's head to encourage her -- needlessly, she suspected -- to keep licking Cathy's clitoris. Casey paused sucking Cathy's right nipple to whisper in her ear.

"We love you, Mistress."

Then she gave Cathy a deep French kiss.
 
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