Randy is such a desperately conflicted guy.  He’s been married to his high-school sweetheart, Melody, for almost three years. Their life is busy with extended family and work and a new home, yet, at least for him, something is missing.  Something quite important.  She’s still his best friend, but their lovemaking is in shambles.  Never sexually active during school, their wedded life has revealed much.  They’ve found that Melody needs a take-charge guy in bed, but Randy is not that, by a long shot.  He needs her to be the alpha.  This dilemma is a surprise to her, but secretly not for him.  He realizes his problem.  It’s Randa, no doubt.

His younger sister has been his fantasy ever since puberty.  Randa is two years younger than he, and with a world more experience in life, and especially in sex.  She is drop-dead gorgeous and extremely seductive.  In high school and then in college, she seemed to get any guy she desired.  Each and every one became her plaything.  Randy watched her, fascinated and constantly aroused.  His impossibly sexy sister absolutely knew it.

Randa and he reside a thousand miles apart, but she has him as her guest quite often.  Melody seems a little jealous but is silent about their sibling relationship.  Thus, today, she is taking her husband to the airport.  His flight to Randa’s is a one-way ticket, because he has uncertain business in the city, as well.  She kisses him and wishes him good luck.  He thanks her and rushes away.

In the terminal waiting for the plane, Randy’s cell rings.  He looks at the message from Randa. “Playhouse, babe. Take the bus. I’m sooo hot for it.”

Knowing what ‘it’ means, he moans audibly.  He is completely, helplessly addicted to his sister, to her colossal body, her sexual power and her kinky lifestyle. In his mind, She is a queen and he’s worshipped her, seemingly forever.  For the last year, she has allowed him to humiliate himself at her feet.  He doesn’t think about Melody, at all, while in Randa’s presence. His cruel, devious and cunning sister has broken him in mind and body. His entire focus, his purpose is to please her in any way she wants. Willingly and eagerly, he is hers.

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He charges from the bus stop and rounds the corner, shuddering with anticipation.  He sees Her a block away.  Her platinum blonde hair is glistening in the late afternoon sun.  Trotting through the nearly empty street, he wonders who the male is standing next to Her.  He’s elderly and well-dressed.  As he nears his sizzling sis, the guy descends to his knees, bends and kisses first one and then the other of Her boots.  Randy halts immediately and catches his breath watching Her give a hand signal.  The gentleman rises up and shuffles across the street to a waiting limo.  In seconds he is inside, and the black beast rolls away.

Randy turns to behold Randa in all her bodacious beauty. She gives him a wicked grin, pointing an index finger his way. Then her hand rotates, and the digit slowly, enticingly beckons him to her. He hesitates, ogling Her striking appearance. Massive tits stretch a black Angora sweater to its maximum tautness. Painted onto Her curvaceous torso and legs are shiny, metallic black leggings. Towering stiletto-heeled ankle boots match the patent leather of the leggings. A cream-colored mink jacket completes Her elegant attire.  His dormant cock swells to attention.

Quivering with excitement he steps forward.  Their eyes are locked in a knowing stare.  Randa exudes irresistible allure, while Randy withers under Her gaze.  She places one hand on his shoulder, the other sliding onto his steely abs. 

“Hell-ohh, Big Bro,” she purrs, before pressing her frosted lips to his gaping mouth.  Her hand rides down over his belt buckle and gropes his throbbing bulge.  “Been in Melody lately?” the blonde bombshell teasingly inquires.

“No,” he blurts.

“Goood boy, bringing Randa a fresh, full package, ummm?”

“Yes.”

“Such a sweet thing you are for Me,” She coos, adding “What else?”  Then she commences a French kiss that intensifies instantly into a tongue dance inside his mouth.  He’s lost in lust, letting Her coax his amazingly long probe out before she sucks on it possessively.  Her hand squeezes his member through thin slacks.  He’s commando as sis demands whenever he’s with Her, so Randy feels the sharp points of fingernails jabbing his flesh through the material.

Teasingly, she bites down on his tongue and pulls it to its furthest extension before releasing it.  “Fuck, is that the hottest licker ever!” She declares ferociously. Randy is speechless at this point, as he has been all his life. Both of them know for certain that he’ll spend many hours on his knees, face between Her statuesque legs, that tongue of his bringing her fantastic, multiple orgasms.  That’s his purpose.  That’s what She demands and gets from Her pussy-whipped big bro.      

Disengaging from him, Randa snickers wickedly, “Park My car, bitch.” 

That last word establishes Her unquestioned dominance over Randy now, and for many, many months in the past.  It sends shock waves up his spine and makes him whimper, “Yes, Goddess.”

“After you’ve properly put My baby Lambo to rest and set the security, then come up to the playhouse,” She orders, a mischievous glimmer in Her come-hither eyes. 

“Three of my girlfriends are upstairs waiting for your tongue to arrive.  Randy’s going to have a quartet of delicious pussies to please this evening.”  A razor point of a fingernail trails down his nose and Randa gives a fiendish giggle, “Don’t make us wait, bitch.”

With that ultimatum the devilish vixen pivots and struts towards the building entry.  In a daze, he watches her provocatively undulating ass and powerful, shapely legs as they propel her in an arrogant runway model-like stride. It’s‘ then that he sees her boot spurs and hears their menacing jangle.  ‘Damn,’ his brain screams, “I love Randa so much.”

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Six hours of oral servicing later has left Randy thoroughly exhausted.  His back and neck ache.  His entire upper body is coated in layers of dried and sticky juices, but most seriously he has hundreds of stinging tracks on his torso as the result of four different pairs of spurs.  This was a ‘no mercy’ affair fueled by champagne, ecstasy and ravenous female desire.  Now, he’s resting in his personal sleeping cell adjacent to Randa’s elegant boudoir.  Down the hallway in the expansive playroom, he hears louder music and raucous laughter.  The ladies are just beginning to party.

His troubled mind rolls back to things Randa was saying as he buried his tongue deep inside his sister’s truly beautiful pussy.  She just can’t manscape me!   And a chastity cage is unthinkable.  What would Melody do?  It would break her heart.  Of course, she’d divorce.  Yet, that’s just what Randa wants.

He’s now recalling her words:  ‘Leave that frigid bore, come to Me, be My personal servant, partake in wild parties, go to kinky clubs, become My sex-bitch, wear My collar and cage, handle My findom biz, meet My numerous boy-toys, immerse yourself in My femdom world. 

Ohh, how his poor, un-relieved cock and balls ache with the outlandish proposal from wild sis.  He touches himself, even though the movement hurts his ravaged skin. Gawd, could he even survive this group of gorgeous banshees? Randa is unquestionably the headmistress and would keep him safe. She’s gotten super-rich from her various escapades and is living a luxury fetish lifestyle she always dreamed of.  He could be a kept man, well, boy, well…bitch.  Randy is hard as steel just envisioning how much he’s fantasized being owned by her.

“HEY,” Randa’s sharp commanding voice comes out of the wall speaker. “Do not touch My property."

The realization he’s being watched on closed-circuit TV brings him back to reality. The sound of clicking high heels and swishing leather approaching from the darkened corridor both excites and alarms him.  What is Randa about to do to him next? In seconds he’ll find out.