Big Brother Who Loves To Dress Up His Little Sister. Takes Her On Shopping Trips With An Arm Around Her

“oh you liked that?” sir you choked me so hard i saw stars. tf. ofc i did

Sir’s leaving again. How annoying that he has a job. It’s even more annoying that he’s leaving you home alone.

You whine just a little about him leaving. He just pats your head and empathizes, then gets in the shower.

You think about just playing on your phone or something, but you only have so much time with him before he leaves for work so you dig deep for a burst of energy and clean his place as much as you can while he showers. Anything for one more “good girl” before he leaves. Anything for another pat on the head.

You can’t help how badly you want need his attention. He’s all you think about. All you want. All it takes is his hand on your arm when you’re grumpy, or a whisper in your ear, or a DROP, and you’re like putty in his hands.

And when the attention is undivided, -when both hands are on you, he’s looking at you, talking to you- you ignite. Even if you can’t make eye contact. Even when you squirm, it fills you with everything you’ve ever wanted all at once. And there’s nothing you want more.

But he gets out of the shower and doesn’t really pay attention to you. He doesn’t seem to notice that you cleaned your at all. Not that you should be congratulated for that anyways; it’s your job. He just keeps getting ready for work and doesn’t say a word, doesn’t look your way. You sit on the edge of the bed, feigning patience, and wondering if you should say something or spark the conversation.

Just as you’re about to make awkward small talk or something you’d feel embarrassed about later, Sir tells you to kneel. You obey instantly.

He guides you in front of the TV, and tells you to wait.

Still new to this, your body, your knees already start to ache from kneeling, but you can feel your cunt twitch with the anticipation. You hold the position, determined not to give in to the pain.

Just when you’re about to give up, a spiral pops up on the TV, and you immediately feel the haze settle over you.

And Sir’s voice surrounds you, almost like it’s spinning around your head like the spiral. Your cunt is nearly dripping now. What is he saying?

“Stare into the center of the spiral. DROP. 543…”

You don’t hear anything else. Or at least you can’t remember anything else. You know he’s talking. You can feel arousal and your body react. You can’t feel the ache anymore.

Are you eyes open? They must be, look at the pretty spiral. But it’s all you can see. You can’t look away. You’re stuck here. But it’s all you want anyway. Melty brain. Brain going bye bye. Eyes crossed, cunt wet, needy and ready to obey. And POOF

You go blank.

No more thoughts.

No more brain.

Who are you? Where are you?

It doesn’t matter, does it?

Bye bye brain.

Those big words that come out of your mouth make you really pretty. When you go on and tell me about things you really enjoy and their nuances and how in-depth the information you know goes just makes me wanna… ruin you

I’d sit you on my lap and place my hands on your hips with your legs wrapped around mine. I’d be watching you get all flustered as you continue to talk to me. Watching you struggle to keep on topic while you feel my hands rub up and down your body. It just makes me just wanna slowly wrap my hands around your neck as you talk and get you all flustered as you start stuttering but while still listening, I’d tell you

“Keep going”

Hearing you try your best to continue as my hands wrap tighter around your throat. Feeling your involuntary struggle and squirms up abasing my body as you start to break eye contact, tripping over your own words.

“When you’re talking to someone, you’re supposed to look at them”

Regardless of if you managed to resume eye contact and talk even just a little more or refuse to continue from shyness, ego, pride, or embarrassment, it would all end the same regardless. With you shutting down and finally feeling the rest of my strength wrap around your neck.

Feeling you claw at my wrists as you look at me again with a smile on my face, watching you struggle.

Just as your eyes start to roll upward, I’d let go of your neck letting you breath again.

“Open up your little hole for me”

I’d tell you in a soft voice. There wasn’t any need to raise or demand anything since you were already an addicted little broken slut anyway. You’d timidly start to strip off your clothes until your pretty little hole was revealed. I’d press my cock against the tip, cross your arms and hold you tight by the wrist. Would your little hole remember every moment that I had violated your insides?

The feeling of me deep inside you, marking your insides as mine as I molded your pretty little hole to my shape.

And with a quick pull and a thrust, I’m deep inside you and those memories would come rushing back. Yet, you still had some semblance of you inside.

I’d slowly pull out of you but your hole would greedily try to keep me in as you squeeze it around my cock. Just as it’s about to leave, it slams back inside of you and the feeling of a piece of you just slips through your hand.

What were you talking about before? Then again, I slam into you

Why was this happening? Then again

How did it end up like this? And again

You feel so full don’t you? And again

It feels good. And again

It felsh gud. And again

It felsh sooo gud. And again

Until you’re a bumbling mess. All you’d be able to think and say is that it feels so good. I’d feed you lines to degrade yourself as well as each time I slam into your insides, your ego slips away and you fall deeper into being a dumb little slut.

“You’re such a dumb little fucking whore aren’t you? You pretend to be big and smart but in reality you’re just a little whore that wants their insides filled”

“You just looove my cock taking your insides. Turning your hole to my personal little fuckhole has been the best thing to ever happen to you isn’t it?”

After I finish using your dumb little hole and you finally can collect yourself, I’d tease and bully you more. Run my hands through your hair with my knee pressed over your twitching hole, recounting every little thing I did to you and how much of a doll you were. How easy it was to break you.

Then I’d let you keep yapping in my ear :3

Puppy. Sit. On your fucking knees pup, we're going to start hard training today. You've been falling out of all your orders and commands, so we need to fix you.

*click!*

You hear that click puppy? It feels so good... So fucking good... Every time you hear that click it turns you on, doesn't it? Yes, it fucking does. Good puppy.

*click!*

Feels so good... You'd even do tricks just to hear that click. Yes, it feels that good. Right?

*click!*

Sit. Now. There you go, on the floor.

*click!* Good puppy.

Speak! Again!

*click!* Suuuch a good puppy!~

Present!~

*click click!* Finally, you're obedient again. Good puppy!~

Just wana punch someone hard in the gut, then drink their bile.

Having human skin is overrated.

Take it all off.

Take off your skin.

Its funny, the less you breathe the more I like you.

Let's see how long my pretty little pet can go without hm?

Oh to be a switch with a traditionally small subby body, only to be used perfectly as a dom... Big pleading doe eyes, filled with hunger and malice as they look their sub up and down, for the first place to sink their teeth Soft supple skin, perfect to gently coo or dote on their sub, and perform aftercare Lips and tongue so skilled, they can make their subs mouth submit without any more then a kiss, and a wet plop A small slender body so flexible and spry, able to reach every nook and cranny of the subs body, inside and out And once out of the bedroom, they put on the cutest oversized hoodie with a stitched in pair of cat ears, and a bright pair of thigh highs,,, no one would know just the depts. of her skills as a dom besides you, or whoever she shows you off to~

Sigh, princess. Give Me those.

These are tax forms, princess. I know your ID says you're a big girl but these are complicated and you shouldn't be worrying your pretty head about them.

I'll take them, and the logins to all that silly money stuff you have online, and I'll handle it. I've been doing My taxes since before you were born.

Why don't you go get yourself ready for Daddy tonight? Go take your bath with the special bubbles and make sure you're nice and smooth for Me. No playing with the shower head, ok? That piece of you is for Daddy to play with tonight. Yes, I know every time you do that because you leave the hose twisted.

Then you can put your good smells on, crawl into bed, and wait for Me. Good girl, run along!

Why are you giggling...princess?!? Did you COLOR on this?