A full moon lit the star-speckled night sky, reflecting off the black water in a shimmering silver dance as the ferry boat carrying Pete and Katrina approached their island destination. With his arms wrapped around his lover taking in the cool night air, Pete told Katrina they had better board the pickup as the ferry neared port.
Holly looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked, “Are you having second thoughts about this Rob? Because I’ve been psyching myself up for it these past two weeks and I’m ready to go unless you want to call it off.”
“No,” I responded to her, “I’m not wanting to call it off either but I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with all of it.”
She smiled with that cute little grin of hers and said, “Well, I’m not sure comfortable would be the right word. For sure I have some butterflies flying around in my stomach but I am mentally ready for it and emotionally I’m looking at it as if were a job to do. Any apprehensions I have are more like you would have your first day on a new job. But since I will basically be ‘out of it’ when everything takes place, I’m more concerned about you than I am about me.”
I suppose Holly and I are like thousands of other couples out there. We’ve been married twelve years now and have a delightful ten-year-old daughter named Jennifer who we call Jenny. She is the light of our lives. Right after graduation from college I was lucky enough to land my dream job in our local fire department.
As would be expected, I started out at the ground floor in the fire department but was hired on because of my college degree in fire management. I was then able to quickly start moving up the ladder figuratively speaking.
“என் வீட்டுக்குள் வா சொல்றேன்..!!” என்றபடி, கதவைத் திறந்து உள்ளே சென்றேன்.
பின்னாலேயே கீதா வந்தாள். வீட்டு ஹாலில் ஜன்னல் திறந்திருந்தாலும் வெளியே இருந்து பார்க்க முடியாமல் அதற்கு திரை போட்டு இருந்தது.
“இரு கீதா..!! கைலி மாற்றிவிட்டு வருகிறேன்..!!” என்று அவளை ஹாலில் உட்கார வைத்துவிட்டு, பக்கத்தில் இருக்கும் ஒரு அறைக்குள் போய் பேண்டைக் கழட்டினேன்.
I began to realize my sister was a submissive. Reading online about the whole BDSM world, I was surprised to find out it was not what I thought. I always thought being a submissive was the same as being a sex slave. Submissives are only there for your pleasure, at your every beck and call.
But the more I read, I realized a true submissive is all about giving up control; but only when the Dom can be trusted to not allow any real harm come to them. It’s a power play only when it is time to play. It is not something they do all the time. Most subs look and act just like everyone else. They have normal jobs, with families. Many of them are very strong and powerful men or women in the real world, but choose to be submissive in their sexual life.
“சொன்னா கேளுடா. மம்மிக்கு வாயெல்லாம் ஊறுதுடா. என் செல்லக் குட்டி இல்ல. மம்மிக்கு உன் பூலை குடுடா. ப்ளீஸ்” அம்மா எனது பூலுக்காக கெஞ்சினாள்.
“இல்லை மம்மி. நான்தான் முதல்ல. ப்ளீஸ்”
எனக்கு அம்மாவின் கூதி நீரை சுவை பார்த்ததில் இருந்தே அம்மாவின் புண்டையை சுவைக்கும் ஆசை கூடிப் போய் இருந்தது. அந்த துவாரத்துக்குள் இருந்து ஓடிவந்த நீரே அவ்வளவு சுவையாய் இருக்கிறதே, அந்த துவாரம் எவ்வளவு சுவையாய் இருக்கும்? அந்த துவாரம் உள்ள புண்டை எவ்வளவு சுவையாய் இருக்கும்.
I sat in my chair, trying to make it all clear in my mind. I had the knowledge of every secret and desire of my sister. This was unreal, but it was also power. But dare I use this knowledge to my advantage? Again the guilt began to come back. I truly love my sister. I don’t want to hurt her. How will this affect our relationship?
I had to ponder these questions before I could go any further. Several times I started to delete the private folder I had stolen from my sister. But each time I would see her in my mind’s eye being tied up and hanging upside down. I couldn’t do it. I had to know more. I knew now that no matter where this path would lead I had to go down it.
“இல்லை அஞ்சலி. நான் சரியாதான் பேசுறேன். நாம அவர் பெத்த புள்ளை. இது அவரால் வந்த உடம்பு. அவர் வளர்த்த உடம்பு. இந்த உடம்பை அவர் அனுபவிக்க கேட்டா, கொடுக்குறது ஒண்ணும் தப்பில்லை”
“என்னடா சொல்ற? அப்பாவும் மகளும் ஃபக் பண்றது பாவம் இல்லையா?”
“சரி தப்பு அப்படின்னு எதுவும் இந்த உலகத்தில கிடையாது அஞ்சலி. அவங்க அவங்களுக்கு அவங்க பண்றது சரி. அது மாதிரிதான் இதுவும். இது பாவம்னு நீ நெனச்சாதான் பாவம். சந்தோஷம்னு நெனச்சு பாரு”
I have to admit I was light-headed as well, but mostly because all the blood had gone to my cock. I don’t think there was anything left for my brain. I grabbed the camera and went to the bathroom. I looked over the pictures of my sister hanging upside down and zoomed in on her labia rings hanging out and covered with her pussy juice.
I dropped my pants in a flash and started pumping my cock. It seemed to take only seconds until I shot my load all over the bathroom floor. I was still pumping and shaking when I heard a moan coming from my sister’s bedroom. There was a small buzzing noise and I knew she was at it again.
I tied a leather strap around each of her wrists and her ankles. Again I pulled them tight as I strapped them down. Each time she gave a little shutter. I was a little confused with her reaction, but I just thought that maybe she was nervous. I kept getting distracted as her nipples rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
It was keeping me from focusing on the illusion. I got two locks and locked her left wrist to the belt at her side. Then I did the same for the right side. She now had her arms pinned and could not lift them. Next I took a wooden board that was about 3 feet long and locked each of her ankles to each side of the board.