Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

I shook my head. “You don’t understand Charlotte. Mom can refuse to do what Dad or Janice tell her to do. If I tell you to do something you won’t be able to resist.”

Charlotte grabbed me and kissed me hard. “That’s perfect for me Greg. To me, that’s the ultimate turn on. A master I can’t ever refuse sounds like my wildest fantasy come true. Please, please, make me your sister slut, your sex slave, your perfect pet. That’s what I need.”

I took my sister’s head in my hands and looked deep into her eyes, allowing myself to enter her thoughts and realized for the first time she wasn’t playing, and this wasn’t a sexual fantasy. This was something she needed so that she could be her true self. She’d survived by sheer will power until now. But she was reaching a critical point where she had to be owned, controlled, domineered by someone, or she would go crazy, mentally and emotionally. She had chosen me before she was even old enough to understand that she had chosen me. When I was hurt as an eight year old, she had realized that she needed me. She needed to make me okay and take care of me. She needed to do what I wanted her to do. However, if I didn’t accept her soon, she would reluctantly give herself to someone because her resistance was fading.

So, as I held her and looked into her eyes, I resolved to take the first step on the road that would probably damn my soul to hell. But I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I didn’t trust anyone else to have control of my precious baby sister.

“Charlotte, you belong to me. From today on I am your Master and you are my sister slave, my sister slut, mine to command and use. You live to please me. You will only obey me, no one else, unless I tell you to.”

Charlotte fell to her knees and started rubbing her face on my quickly growing cock. “Thank you Master. Oh, thank you! I love you Master. I love you so much!!”

Then she swallowed my cock and began to bob and suck like her life depended on it. As much as I was enjoying what she was doing, after my look into her psyche, I knew I couldn’t let her get away with giving me a spontaneous blow job. I hadn’t given her an order even though what she was doing was pleasing to me. It wouldn’t encourage what she needed from me. I grabbed her head and pulled her off my dick. “Did I tell you to suck my cock, slut?”

Charlotte looked at me her eyes wide. “No, Master.”

“Then why was my cock in your mouth?”

“I wanted to thank you for making me yours, Master.”

“You wanted to thank me by making a decision for yourself? I thought you needed someone to control you, to command and dominate you? But the first thing you do as my property is make your own decision?”

Charlotte’s eyes got wider as she realized what she had done. “I’m sorry, Master. You are right; I was a bad girl, you must punish this slut for her behavior.”

Oh dear Lord, I hadn’t thought about punishments. I didn’t know if I could hit my sister, even to give her a spanking.

“You are right. You deserve to be punished. So here is your punishment. You can’t cum until tomorrow. You will pleasure me as much as I say tonight, and it will excite you. Your need to cum will grow and grow with everything we do, but no matter what, you won’t be able to cum.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master, for punishing your slut.”

“Now get back down there and suck my cock.”

Charlotte dropped and took me back into her mouth. I let her set the pace for a bit but realized that Mom was going to be calling us down for dinner soon. So, I grabbed the side of her head and began to face fuck her, shoving my cock down her throat over and over, causing her to cough and gag. But I didn’t stop. I just kept ramming my cock into her throat until I felt my balls begin to boil and then I pulled out and shot my cum all over my sister slut’s pretty little face.

“You will leave my cum on your face, slut, until it’s time for bed. That way, anyone who sees you will know you’ve been claimed.”

Charlotte reached up and smeared my cum all over her face, making sure to cover everything. “Yes, Master, thank you for claiming your sister slut.”

I pulled her up and kissed her lips. “I love you, Charlotte. I hope you’re happy now.”

She wrapped her arms around me. “I’m so happy, Greg. Thank you for being my Master.”

I held her for a minute before pulling back. “Now go start moving your things into my room. From now on, you sleep with me unless I say otherwise.”

Charlotte squealed and then ran to her room. I could hear her pulling clothes out of the closet, and she ran in with an arm full and started hanging things in my closet.

“Once you get your things moved over, I want you to go take a bath. But make sure not to wash your face. Then put on your pajamas before dinner.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m going downstairs to talk to Mom.”

I was now ready to see if I could actually take a submissive away from her Domme and Dom. Time for my next experiment with my Mom.

I grabbed my boxer-briefs off the floor and pulled them on before heading downstairs to the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, I had a moment of regret about what I was going to do to my mother, the person who had given me life. Then I remembered that my Father had belittled and beat me for the last ten years, and mother allowed it. She’d never acted motherly and tried to stop the abuse. Instead, she had acted like the submissive she was and allowed her master to try and destroy her son’s will. With that thought in mind, I suddenly didn’t regret what I was about to do at all.

“Hey Mom, what’s for dinner?”

Carol looked up at me and then back at the vegetables she was cutting. “I have sticky rice in the rice cooker and in about fifteen minutes, I’ll do shrimp stir-fry to go with it.”

I looked and noticed she had the wok and coconut oil out. Carol was very health conscious because of her job which included dealing with sick people all day, so she used the healthiest ingredients she could when she cooked for our family.

I looked her in the eye and took the knife from her hands. “Sit down. We need to talk.”

Mom walked over to the table and sat. “Can’t this wait, Greg? I really need to get the food ready to fry.”

“Don’t worry about dinner, it will wait. Things are about to change around here, mom.”

Her face wrinkled in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You have to know that Janice isn’t going to be able to get Dad out of jail. He attacked and raped the Pastor. They have his DNA. He’s going to go to prison probably for a long time. Even if he doesn’t go to prison he’s going to end up in a mental institution. What he did is either criminal or insane.”

Mom shook her head. “Mistress will find a way to get Master out.”

I stood and walked over, pulling a chair up besideMom and took her head in my hands, holding her so she had to look in my eyes.

“Mom, look deep into my eyes and don’t look away. I’m going to tell you a truth. When you hear it, you will begin to believe it is the truth. Then I will ask you to repeat what I say; and you will do so. As you repeat it, you will know it is the truth deep inside you. It will become truer to you each time you repeat it, and by the time you repeat it five times you’ll know it’s the truth all the way to your soul. Tell me what is going to happen.”

Mom licked her lips, which she often did when she was nervous “You are going to tell me a truth. When I hear the truth, I will begin to believe it is the truth. You will ask me to repeat it and as I repeat the truth, I will know it. By the time I’ve repeated it five times I’ll know in my soul it’s the truth.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I smiled at her “Good girl. Now here is the first truth. Silas is not your master. He is weak, and you don’t belong to him.”

Mom groaned and tried to shake her head. “Repeat it, mom.”

Her mouth worked a few times before she said haltingly “Silas i-i-i-is not my M-m-m-master. He is weak, and I do-don-don’t belong to him.”

I smiled at her “Good Girl, say it again.”

“Silas is not my M-m-master. He is weak, and I don’t be-belong to him.”

“Again”

A tear ran down her face as she repeated the phrase the third time. She repeated it with anger the fourth time and the final time she had no emotional response at all. I smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “Good Girl, mom. Now tell me who is your Master?”

Mom looked at me and said, “What are you talking about? I don’t have a Master, silly boy.”

I hid my smile. “But I thought you told me you’re a natural submissive and had to have someone to control you.”

“I am but I don’t have a master. I only have my Mistress, Janice.

“That’s right I forgot. Are you ready? Here is the next truth mom. Janice is not your Mistress. She gave you up after college. You have no mistress.”

Mom gasped and started shaking her head. “No that’s not true. Janice is my Mistress.”

So, this one was going to be harder than Dad. That made sense, in a way, since both Dad and Mom were subservient to Janice. But I remembered reading an article about how the military broke people’s will in black site prisons and I knew that with my powers, there was something that I could do to force mom to say the phrases and get her to accept the new truth.

“Mom, when you repeat the truth I tell to you then you will feel sexually aroused, getting closer and closer to an orgasm as you repeat them. If you try not to repeat them, you will experience pain like when you had your children, and it will get worse and worse until you repeat the truth. Now, here is the truth. Janice is not your Mistress. She gave you up after college. You have no mistress. Now repeat it for me.”

Once again, she started to shake her head, and then she grabbed her belly and started to groan. After about a minute she was shaking, and her face turned white.

“All you have to do to make the pain go away and pleasure to take its place, is to repeat the truth, mom. Say it; Janice is not your Mistress. She gave you up after college. You have no mistress.”