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A text to your big sister. ‘Can you come to my room?’ She sighs and gets out of bed, pausing the show she was watching. She was really into it too, so she’s a bit annoyed with you.

She comes to your room to shortly ask, “What?”

You look nervous, even under the dim lighting. She immediately softens her expression. “You said one-hundred.. right?”

“Huh?”

“Dollars.”

“A hundred bucks for wh- Wait… why? Do you need money? I can help if you need, I don’t want you to have to do that.”

“No. I don’t need money… I wanted- I…” You turn away, hiding your face in the blanket. She moves to sit by your side and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

You start sniffling, fighting back tears. “I- I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.. but I don’t feel comfortable. I don’t trust anyone… but you.” Probably the last thing she expected, but somehow she barely looks shocked.

“Aww, sis. Look, I’m flattered, but you know we can’t do that.” You start crying now, silently.

You pull something from her pocket and shove it into her hand. You both look and see a $100 bill, neatly folded into quarters. You actually went and got cash for this… “Please…”

“I- I don’t know what to say. You know my rules about doing things with my friends, money or no. That extends doubly to my sister.”

“Just say you’ll do it, please. It’s only once, and never again. We never have to talk about it. I just need to know it will happen for me once… Please, you’re my big sister… you’re supposed to take care of me.”

She brushes the hair out of your face, running her hand through it. “Hey now, don’t try to make me feel guilty.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I know sweetheart, I know… Listen, if I agree to do this, I’d have some extra rules, okay?”

You light up immediately, your smile widening at her. “Really?! Okay!!” You can see that your excitement kills whatever hesitation was left in her. She loves seeing her girl so happy…

“Hey hey! Easy girl, easy.” You nod fervently. “First off. Hands only, okay?” You nod again. “Secondly, lights off.”

“But-“

“Lights off, or I won’t do it.”

“Okay…” Your shoulders slump.

“Thirdly, I’m not taking your money.” You nod again, so she cups the side of your face. “Good girl.” You smile and shiver from it. “Are you one-thousand percent sure you want this?” You nod so hard you think your head might fall off. She chuckles at you, and you giggle from the attention.

“I need this..” She nods back at you, and gets up to turn the lights out.

The darkness feels heavy from the weight of what you’re about to do. The intention behind turning off that light, as if not seeing it somehow makes any difference.

She crawls into your bed, holding you close. “So, what is it that you want done to you? Do you want to do things to me?”

“Um… I don’t know. Just.. you said only hands…”

“You can’t think of anything to do with our hands?”

“I- I wanted to use my mouth..”

“Well okay, that can still work. Here, open up.” You can hear the quiet sound of your mouth opening, and she trails her hand up the side of your face. She finds her mouth and sticks two fingers inside.

The pressure against your tongue, the warmth of her fingers… you instinctively wrap your lips around them and suck. Her other hand strokes your hair as she coos, “Gooood girl,” in your ear. You sit and suck on her fingers, feeling yourself get hard from it, moaning into her hand. “You’re doing so good baby. So so good.”

The hand in your hair leaves and starts to travel down your body. Down your face, your neck, lingering on your chest before trailing down your tummy. Finally, a finger plays at your waistband. “May I?” You moan in agreement while she fingerfucks your mouth.

Just a few days ago you were convinced you were unfuckable. You thought you’d live your whole life without ever being touched. Now your big sis is feeling around your mouth like a vet checking a dog, while she strokes your cock with the softest hands you’ve ever felt in your life.

She pulls the fingers out of your mouth, and you hear her suck on them for a moment. Is she.. enjoying this? She grabs your breast, very softly, and takes your nipple between two of her fingers. The feeling is absolutely electric, way better than when you do this to yourself. You almost want to ask her to touch both of them, when suddenly you feel her lips press against yours.

“Mm… little sis.” Oh, she is enjoying this… “I know I said hands only… but that feels too awkward. Are you okay with more?”

“Y-yeahhh…” You feel the bed shift under her weight, and eventually hear some clothing hit the floor. You can’t see what she took off because the lights are off, but then she pulls your underwear down and off. You realize her shorts had come off when she presses her dick against yours and starts frotting the both of you.

The sounds she’s making are animalistic, almost growling at you. You feel her teeth nipping at your neck while you frot, and it hurts in such a pleasing way. “Fuck!… I… I need you.”

“Please big sis! Please please pleeeaase…” She snarls and pulls back, and you hear her harshly spit. She lubes herself up and starts pressing against your tight, virgin asshole. “A-ah!” It feels great for a moment, but quickly turns painful as she pushes in too dry and too big. “Fuuuck!… it- it’s too much!”

“Fuck. Hold on.” She pulls away and leaves the bed, leaving you cold and wanting. The lights come on, and that’s when you finally see her. Your big sis standing there in nothing but a croptop. “Do you ever use lube to touch yourself?” You nod and point to a drawer. She bends down and fishes through it, showing her amazing ass. She pulls out your bottle and examines it. She whispers to herself, “Cum lube? Nice..”

She comes back to the bed and quickly gets ready to fuck you again. Seeing her finally, you can’t help but imagine how the two of you had looked before. She lubes up herself and your hole, sticking a finger inside you over and over, curling it up to hit your prostate. “Mmmmm!! Siiiiiissss…”

“Aww, look at how leaky you are. Must mean I’m hitting the right spot, huh little sis?” You can’t even nod this time, just groaning every time she pushes. You whimper when her finger comes out, but it’s quickly replaced by the head of her thick dick again. “Ready?”

“…y-yes.”

She pushes about an inch into you, letting you adjust to it. “More?” You nod, but she continues. “How much more?”

“Please… all of it.”

She slams forward, covering your mouth as you scream, not that she was any kind of quiet either. After sitting for a moment, she starts to rock her hips back and forth, stretching you out and taking your virginity. She strokes your dick with a lubed up hand while she fucks you, and you barely last two minutes before you cum all over your tits and tummy.

“Such a good girl.” She stops thrusting, stroking the side of your face. “I love you baby sister.”

“I… love… you…” you pant between deep breaths. “Thank you… That was amazing!”

You feel her hands tighten on your hips as you try to sit up. “Was? What makes you think we’re done?” She smiles at you in an almost evil way, before pushing back into you… She leans down and says softly in your ear, “And don’t worry, I won’t forget to use your mouth like you asked for. Have to make my client’s happy…” Then she reaches over and grabs the $100 you gave her before.

you'd been bratty all day. We'd had guests over and you used it as an opportunity to act out, knowing I couldn't correct you properly in front of them. Teasing, taunting, defiant. you even dressed in a skimpy outfit and openly flirted with the men.

Only now, as the door shut behind the last guest, did you find your contrition and submission. you didn't mean it. you were only teasing. you're sorry. No bunny, you're not sorry. But you are about to be.

I advanced slowly, menacingly, as you stumbled backwards, refusing to break eye contact. When you bumped into the wall I simply reached for your throat and pulled you through the house to the basement. When you stumbled I didn't let you fall, and you'd quickly scramble, choking and sputtering, back to your feet. you tried to plead with Me, but all that came out was an intelligibly hoarse whisper.

I cuffed you to the pipes above the water heater. They were hot, very hot, so you couldn't rest your arms. Instead you held them still above your head. I shoved an old rag into your mouth and cut your favorite panties from you with a box cutter. I wasn't particularly careful and you moaned as I knicked you, blood sliding down your leg.

I dragged My tool chest over. The hulking five foot metal cabinet made an awful sound as it scraped across the concrete floor. I pulled out every single tool that had a handle grip and laid them on the ground in front of you.

I pulled the rag out of your mouth and you immediately started protesting...so I put it back. I grabbed the item with the smallest handle. A tiny metal wrench, and slid it inside of you. you squirmed at the cold, dry violation. I worked it until the entire handle was inside of you, then pulled it out and tossed it to the side.

I pulled the rag out of your mouth and you started to yell, angry at the invasion. So I put it back and selected the next smallest tool. By the fourth time I took the rag out, you were silent. I put the hammer to your lips and you opened, sucking on it and leaving as much saliva as possible. It made the invasion easier immediately after.

On and on we went, until finally the impossibly thick and lengthy hatchet handle was removed.

Finished. I uncuffed you and you collapsed, exhausted, into My arms.

"When something in this home breaks, these are the tools that will fix it. you were broken. Now you are not."

With that, I returned upstairs. A little maintenance is good from time to time.

deprived of spoken language

Who enjoys the feeling of being conditioned?

Knowing that someone has worked to tweak and mold your malleable mind with every interaction you have. Knowing you've been primed and influenced to a point of no return. Knowing the simplicity of a word or action is enough for you to lose yourself completely.

Triggered by as little as a command phrase. Prodded into an unknown direction by latent pathways your mind has been railroaded on. The indescribable feeling of yourself attempting to resist, fighting with every fibre of your being, pushing to retain your free will. And yet, the impossibility of that task insurmountable, and behind every feable attempt made, the knowledge that you want this.

You want all pretence to fall away. You want to give in completely. You want your mind and body to sink into the clutches of your controller. You want to surrender and enjoy the delicious grip of conditioning.

Shh, bunny. A whole sentence is a lot. Use your small words. Wet? Yes, you are. Suck? Of course, little one. Whoa, that was a little too coherent, bun. Guess what time it is?? That's right! Gummy time! Here, eat this. Good girl. All those complicated things like full sentences will fade away again in just a few minutes.

Yes, I know you miss being smart but we agreed that keeping you this way makes everyone happiest. Listen to you and all your big ideas. There's nothing you can do. Five more minutes and you'll be a drooling horny mess again. I do enjoy these short talks while we wait for you to get stupid again though!

Waa? Yes bunny, here's your sippy cup. Wet? Yes, that's right, we were about to do something about that. Lay down and open your legs. Let's fuck you stupid.

normal medfet does approximately nothing for me but there's something about dentistry that is extremely hot to me. unfortunately no one talks about dentistry medfet

Hello all who may be looking at this tiny blog!

We're Sister Stars, or just Stars for short. A plural DID system who loves to horny post! We have some pretty extreme fantasies and kinks, so if anything like that makes you uncomfortable, hey! No judgment! Just block me and you'll never see me again, but if anything of mine interests you, make sure to like or reblog so i can start looking at you a little more, they dont call me a stalker for no reason afterall <3

obviously Minors DNI, and content warning for everything from CNC to snuff.

hope you all have a lovely day <3

and dont think i dont see you reading this post as we speak~

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.

having an older sister is amazing, no one ever suspects anything if I have nightmares and need to sleep in the same bed as her, and very few people question why I lay oh so close to her... If I were to do that with a boy, I'd be bombarded with questions, but my older sister... She is just a "second mother" to me~

I'm sorry to hear about your headache, kitten. Here, take a couple of these to feel better.

you're feeling a little funny? Here, take a couple of these. They'll help. No, they're not the same thing. A lot of medicine looks alike.

you're having trouble focusing? Here, take these, it'll help. Shh. Stop talking. Just take them, kitten.

kitten. Hello? kitten. kitten!! Hey, open up. Swallow these. Good girl. In fact, take a couple more. That's My good little pet. Do as you're told.

kitten? kitten are you there? Perfect. That drool will help a lot. Open your mouth. Keep it open. OPEN. Good girl. Don't move. Don't gag. you can cry though. That would be a nice touch. Good girl. Just one more thing to swallow and then you can go to bed.