What man hasn't lusted after his wife's beautiful sister? Pamela and Michael are a couple deeply involved in a relationship of submission and dominance. She is used to his insulting, taunting words as they play their seductive games of slavery. And for years, her beautiful young sister has been part of his taunting, as Michael has promised that one day he will have her naked and in chains kneeling before him. Pamela is both jealous and excited at her husband's words, as well as protective of her sister, but she doesn't think anything will ever come of it. "The pool," Nicky said. "I’m all for the pool." "Oh yeah!" Pamela said, enthusiastically. "I’ll get my suit!" Nicky moved to the window and drew back the curtains, eyes dropping to Michael, who was wearing a tight thong as he moved around the edge of the pool with a net, clearing it of leaves. His oiled body glistened in the sunshine and the teenager felt a sudden tightness in her belly. She watched her sister leave, and closed the door, locking it, then stripped off her tight tank top to bare her proud young breasts to the dresser top mirror. She fingered the little barbells piercing her nipples, and felt the pink buttons grow stiff. Her stomach felt a sudden jolt of electric heat, and she unsnapped her jeans and peeled them down, along with her panties. She moaned weakly as she felt the dildo begin to slide out of her shaven sex. Miguel had told her she was not to climax until she was with him again. Yet the dildo was driving her mad. Surely she should take it out now! Yet he had ordered her to leave it in place. Her virgin pussy lips clung tightly to it, but it was slick with her inner juices. She need only squeeze down a little to keep it inside. She opened one of her bags and her heart raced, then she pulled out her black thong. She hadn’t ever dared wear it in public, at a beach or pool around boys, but this was just she and Pamela - and Mike, of course. But he was... family... sort of. The lycra slipped up her long legs and the straps slid high on her hips as she pulled the crotch tightly against her pussy. It would easily keep the dildo in place. She pulled out the bra and slipped her shoulders into the straps, then pulled the cups against her breasts and pulled the strap behind, buckling it. The cups were too small, straining against her breasts, showing a lot of cleavage, and she felt a liquid heat between her legs at the thought of wearing it around Mike. But Mike was - Mike, and they’d flirted forever. She felt deliciously slutty and sexy as she left the bedroom and made her way downstairs. She bit her lip as she looked out into the back yard. Mike was gorgeous! He was such a dreamboat! Pamela was so lucky! She slid the door open and stepped through. "Hi, Mike!" she called. She was gratified as he turned with a broad grin on his face and started towards her, his arms open. She ran to him and was crushed against him, his big arms coming around her tightly, pulling in against the bare skin of her back, squeezing her breasts against his powerful chest. "Nicky!" he cried. "How are you, sexy?" "Great!" she said enthusiastically. He shifted his hands onto her arms and pushed her out, holding her at arms length and eyeing her up and down. "Woah," he said. "You’re a walking wet dream." Nicky flushed, excited but also embarrassed. "Are your boobs getting even bigger?" he teased. "Mike!" she groaned, blushing even more. "Don’t talk about my boobs!" He chuckled and let go of her arms and she folded them over her breasts. "They’re not nearly as big as Pam’s anyway," she said. "They look plenty big to me, baby," he said with a mock leer. "Jerk!" she said, punching at his chest. He grabbed at her and she squealed in delight, feeling a hot surge of sex heat as he wrapped his arms around her and she wiggled against his oiled body. He lifted her up, crushing her against his chest, and for a moment his hands pressed against her bare bottom. Then he half threw her up and bent forward, pulling her across his shoulder. "Hey! Let me down!" He laughed and slapped at her bare bottom. "I know just the place for you, little girl," he said, turning and heading for the edge of the pool. "Nooo!" Nicky slapped at his back, then squealed as he flung her into the water. She twisted in the deep water and popped the surface, gasping, then treaded water as she looked up at him. Her eyes skimmed his powerful body and noted, with a spasm of lust, the thick bulge in his tight thong. "Bastard!" She splashed him hard, and he charged, dropping into the water next to her. Nicky squealed again and turned with delight, swimming away, but he caught at a kicking ankle and dragged her back. Under the water, she kicked wildly as he got both ankles, dragging her upside down, holding her with her body pressed along his, and for a moment her face was pressed against his groin, and she felt a kind of sexual shockwave as she felt the hardness against her cheek. Then she was being thrown away into the water, turning and somersaulting before coming back to the surface. They stared at each other from a few feet away, and Nicky felt a wild urge to throw herself into his arms. Sexual hunger roared like a bonfire inside her. But she turned away, striding through the water. She was slightly afraid now, afraid of what happened. It was fine and good to fantasise about Mike, which she’d done many times, and okay to flirt with him, but she’d given him a hard-on! And she was feeling a wild sexual thrill herself. She’d given Mike a hard-on! That gave her a warm, hot sense of accomplishment, of victory, of womanly conquest. He was a grown man, a sophisticated man, not a boy, but he was hot for her. She felt like preening in smug satisfaction. Then Pamela emerged from the house, wearing a tight bikini which looked even more revealing than Nicky’s, straining against her full, gorgeous breasts. She dropped a pair of towels and some lotion and then jumped into the water. A moment later she and Michael had their arms around each other as he lifted her into the air, their mouths pressed hungrily together. "Miss me?" she asked. "Always," Michael said. Nicky felt a throb of jealousy, though she knew that was foolish. "But I’ve got your hot, sexy sister here. So that’s not too bad," Michael said. "Oh really?" Pamela said. "Well I’ll take care of her!" And she leapt at Nicky, who squealed again and dodged aside as Mike looked on, laughing. She and Pam wrestled before falling into the water and pulling away from each other. Then Pam caught her again, and Nicky felt her sister’s plump breasts pressed against her back as she was lifted up and swung around. Her body was still throbbing with sexual need, and she blamed that for how wicked and exciting Pam’s breasts felt against her skin. And when she wriggled around, laughing and wrestling, she deliberately pulled Pam’s body in against hers so their breasts were squash together. And then she had a wicked idea. After all, there was no one here but she and Mike, Pam’s husband. She dodged aside, got her sister from behind, and yanked her bra down to bare her breasts Pam squealed of course, but was not at all upset. She saw a little shock come to Nicky’s face, though, when she noted the small rings piercing her nipples. Then she had tugged her top up again and put a vengeful look on her face. "I’ll teach you, little girl!" Nicky squealed and tried to dodge her, but it seemed to Pamela that she didn’t try as hard as she might. Nicky was taller than her by an inch, but Pamela was heavier, fuller of body, her muscles toned through regular workouts. She forced the laughing girl’s arms up behind her, held them there, and then yanked her bra top down to bare her breasts to Michael. Embarrassment combined with an intense heat flooded Nicky’s body, as her breasts were bared. Mike was only a dozen feet away, watching and laughing. Now he looked at her breasts shamelessly, grinning, and gave a wolf whistle. She pulled away from Pamela and threw herself into the water, yanking her bra cups up over her breasts again. "Bitch!" she called over her shoulder. "Watch your mouth, little girl," Mike said, "or you’ll get a spanking." Nicky whirled around, bra back firmly in place, arms over her chest. "Who’s going to give it to me?" she taunted. "Me!" Mike said. "Ha!" "Me!" Pam said. "And we won’t even have to pull your panties down to do it." "Ha!" They both started for her and Nicky yelped and twisted away, wading frantically through the water towards the edge of the pool. But Mike caught her right at the edge, and she squealed and laughed as he grabbed her from behind. She was bent over the lip of the pool, and for a long moment she felt his groin grinding into her bare bottom, his erection hard against her sensitive pussy. He lifted her up and flung her back into the water, however, and she swam away, gasping, making for the other edge of the pool. Pam didn’t quite catch her, but got close enough to slap her hand against her bare bottom as she climbed out. The sound was wet and loud, and followed an instant later by Nicky’s outraged yelp of pain. "Bitch!" she yelled down at her sister. "That hurt!" "Brat! Watch you don’t get another!" Pam laughed. Nicky felt almost overwhelmed with heat. She had to masturbate. Now! No matter what Cyber Lord said! But she didn’t dare make it obvious. She had to find an excuse to get away for a few minutes. Just a few minutes. "I need something to drink," she said, turning for the kitchen. Pam pulled herself out of the pool, and to her disappointment, followed her. "I could use one too. That was a long, hot drive." They went into the kitchen together, and Nicky’s sexual heat felt as though it was burning a hole in her belly. She could hardly keep her fingers from twitching towards her throbbing sex. And, weirdly, even being with Pam made her feel hot. The two of them were half naked, dripping wet as the cold air wafted around them, and her eyes went to her sister’s breasts. "So?" she demanded. "Pierced nipples are terrible?" Pam grinned cheekily. "That’s different. I’m a grown up." "Oh bull!" "I didn’t say it was bad to pierce your nipples, Nicky," Pamela said as she poured herself a cola. "I was just surprised, you being a virgin and all." "You have to be a slut - or married - to have your nipples pierced?" "No." Pamela looked at her a long moment that made Nicky squirm a little, then she put down the drink. "Let me show you something." "I have to go to the bathroom." "Later." Pamela took her wrist and led her back up the stairs, this time to the master bedroom. The bed was enormous, and sat on an eight inch high pedestal. The entire floor was covered in a thick, almost fur like rug of a very dark golden colour. The bedspread seemed made of the same furry material. One entire wall was of mirrored doors, and Pamela pulled her to the one closest to the corner and then let go. She gave her sister a hesitant look, then opened the mirrored door. Nicky’s eyes widened, then her jaw dropped. The inside of the door held hooks, and on those hooks was a wide variety of leather and steel restraints and collars, straps, crops, whips and flogs. The clothes hanging up inside were all leather, and all skimpy. There was a shelf on which sat a number of dildos, vibrators, and things that Nicky had never even seen before. Blushing a little, Pam held up a pair of shackles. "Bondage isn’t exactly a mystery to me and Mike," she said softly. "Holy shit!" Nicky whispered, her mind buzzing. Pamela smiled at the girl, but her own inner heat drove her on. Heart pounding, she put the shackles back, then took down a wide, studded leather collar and held it up to Nicky’s throat. The blonde girl’s hands rose at first, as if to push the collar away, then they dropped to her sides as her sister placed the collar gently around her throat, then turned her and buckled the collar behind her. For good measure, she snapped a small padlock into the lock. Nicky moved back and stared at herself wonderingly in another mirror, pulse racing. "I-It looks - hot," she said, her voice a whisper. She looked down as Pam took her right arm and watched as her sister put a leather restraint around her wrist, buckled it, and locked it. Then she held up her other hand and watched as Pamela locked a restraint around that. She turned, a haze of excitement making the world seem to spin a little as she admired herself in the mirror. "I could never afford this kind of stuff," she breathed. "I think we’re about the same size," Pam said, pulling out a pair of black stiletto heels. They were quite slinky, with straps and buckles crossing the foot, and Nicky had never worn heels nearly so high. She stepped into one, then balanced herself on her sister’s shoulder as Pamela bent to fasten the second one on. "How do you walk in these?" she asked, partly aroused, partly amused, as she moved slowly back and forth. "Carefully," Pamela said. "But walking isn’t the point. It’s how you look when you walk." Nicky stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. "I look sexy," she said with excitement. She looked down to see Pamela locking leather restraints around her ankles, and stepped back a little to admire herself anew. Pam produced a chain, and locked it to a ring set into her right wrist restraint, then took her arm and pulled it gently behind her back, slowly forcing it up higher, then higher still, until Nicky gasped in pain. She then locked the chain to a ring in the back of the collar. "This one will be a bit harder," she murmured, clipping another chain to the blonde girl’s other wrist and pulling that behind her. It was harder, and Nicky gasped and groaned as her arm was forced up higher, but she made no protest. Then the second chain was in place and her wrists were held up high behind her back, and she was bent back a little, her back arched, her breasts thrusting out. "Not finished yet," Pamela said. She drew a thick strap from the closet and moved behind her sister, pulling the strap up beneath her bent arms, then looping it in around them. She placed the tongue through the buckle and slowly tightened the straps, forcing Nicky’s arms back. "Oh! Oh shit!" Nicky gasped. "Too much?" Nicky gulped in several breaths. "Keep going," she said in a quivering voice. Pamela tightened the straps further, and Nicky’s elbows pulled back towards each other. She paused to massage the girl’s shoulders, then continued pulling on the straps until Nicky’s elbows were jammed together. Only then did she buckle the belt. A second belt went around her arms but higher up, and was easily buckled in place. "And finally," Pamela said. She pulled the string behind her sister’s neck, and the bra cups fell away. Nicky gasped and her face reddened, but again she made no protest as Pamela undid the second string behind her back and removed her bra. Then her sister slipped her thumbs into the high waistband of her thong and peeled it down her legs. Nicky blushed deeply, stepping out of it, newly aware of the dildo in her pussy. "You’re shaved too I see," Pamela said quietly. That relieved Nicky of one embarrassment, but she gasped as her sister’s hand came down to give her pussy a little squeeze. "That’s right through the clit," she said, her finger easing back the hood of Nicky’s clit and examining the barbell piercing her clit. "I bet that hurt." Nicky tensed uncomfortably, her mind squirming with heat, lust, excitement and embarrassment as her sister fingered her clit ring. Then she examined the same stainless steel barbells piercing her sister’s nipples. "I think we can replace those," she said. She unhooked the barbells and took them out of Nicky’s nipples, then replaced them with a pair of her own, large rings each as wide around as a silver dollar, though quite thin and light. She produced another ring, then, smaller and thicker, which she knelt to insert in Nicky’s clit. The girl gulped and moaned weakly but did not protest as Pamela rose again. "Kneel," Pamela ordered. Nicky almost fell to her knees, her wobbly legs giving way. "Spread your legs, slut." A jolt hit the blonde teenager, and she thought she might climax right then and there. "I-I... I don’t..." But Pamela gripped her wet, tangled hair and yanked, and Nicky yelped in pain, jerking her knees apart. "More, slut." Thrilled, embarrassed, shocked, frightened, aroused, the girl shifted her knees, and the dildo began to push out through her tight sex lips. "Ah, and what have we here?" Pamela demanded, kneeling beside her, tracing the line of her sex as the dildo pushed. "P-Pammie!" Pamela chuckled and gripped the emerging dildo, sliding it slowly out into view. "My, my. It’s a long one," she said, pulling it slowly out into view as her sister blushed fiercely. "But not nearly thick enough for a whore like you." She pulled on her sister’s hair. "Forward, down on your shoulders, slut. Raise your behind." Nicky gasped and moaned weakly as she let herself fall forward onto her shoulders. Her sister slapped lightly at her bottom, then pulled the dildo out. "Leg’s wide apart, little slut," Pamela ordered, kicking at her sister’s legs so they shifted further apart. She walked past her and drew a studded dildo from the closet, then turned and smiled down at the wide eyed girl, noting her gasp of excitement at the thick girth of the studded dildo. She moved behind her and knelt, then rubbed the head up and down her sister’s smooth, tight little slit. It was already sopping, and the head of the dildo soon glistened as she pushed it deeper, pulled it back, then thrust it through the taut sex lips and into her quivering young body. "Oh! Oh God!" Nicky croaked. "I-it’s thick!" "Just what you need, slutty girl," Pamela said, pumping the front part of the dildo in and out, forcing it every deeper into her sister’s belly. "And long. It’s a foot long and you’re going to take every last inch." "Oh!" Nicky groaned. "Oh! Oh yes! Oh God !Unnggh!" Pamela worked the thick dildo deeper and deeper, twisting it around inside Nicky’s belly, shifting left, then right, then up then down, until there were only a few inches left. She slid her hand further down the length of the dildo until she was holding just the base, then shoved hard. "Oww! Ohh! That hurts!" Nicky gasped. "Good. Everyone loves to hurt slutty little slave girls," Pamela taunted, twisting the dildo in her fist. "Fuck! Oh! I-it won’t go deeper!" Nicky cried. "Just watch me, slut." She twisted the dildo, forcing the head up, and jammed it forward so it slid back past the girl’s cervix. Nicky cried out, her bottom jerking violently, but by then Nicky’s hand was flat against her sex mound, the flat base of the dildo even with the young blonde teen’s sex lips. "There, slut. I knew you could take it all. Now stay put." She rose and moved past the girl to the closet, drew down an enema bag, and walked quickly into the master bathroom to fill it up. She returned to find Nicky still in place, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged as she moaned softly beneath her breath. Pamela rubbed lubrication on the nozzle of the enema hose and then knelt behind her sister and slowly inserted it in her rectum. "Oh! Wh-what are you doing!?" Nicky gasped, eyes shooting open. "Nicky, you have a lovely bottom. And men love to fuck pretty slave girls in the ass." She heard her sister’s breath sucked in sharply as she pushed the nozzle deeper, and then opened the screw so warm water flowed down into her anus. "Oh! Shit! I-I... I don’t think I - I’m not sure I want to - ." Pamela slapped her bottom sharply. "Silence, little slave girl, or I’ll gag you," she said sternly. The water drained down through the hose as her sister knelt, trembling, her fingers squirming and hands twisting up high behind her back. One quart, then a second, and the girl began to squirm more, her breathing become more ragged still. "That will do for now," she said, turning the nozzle. "Now to keep it there." She took out the large butt plug and placed a little oil on the end, then pressed it against her sister’s anal opening. Nicky began to gasp and groan anew, then to complain and whine, but gave only a small squeak when the thickest part of the butt plug passed into her body and the wrinkled little opening all but closed behind it, leaving the rear plug flat against her. "Good. Now up and back." She helped lift Nicky back up into a kneeling position, then took down a spreader bar with straps on the ends and strapped them to her sister’s legs just behind the knees, forcing them to remain wide, wide open. The dildo remained buried in Nicky’s sex, but a half inch had pushed out, and Pamela thrust it back again, then attached a small chain to a tiny ring in the base and locked it to her sister’s clitoral ring. "Ohhh!" Nicky groaned, her head rolling with the heat billowing up through her groin. "Nasty little slut," Pamela said. She brushed out her sister’s long hair, then used a blow dryer to quickly style it before stepping back. "Almost perfect," she said. The finale was a fat black ball gag which forced Nicky’s jaw wide and crushed her tongue down against her lower lip. Pamela felt her own groin throbbing with excitement as she stared down at her wide eyed sister, her eyes running up and down the girl’s lush, lewdly displayed body as she knelt there before the mirror, legs held wide. "The perfect, helpless little sex slave to any man who wants you," she said. "And I know one who wants you badly. Or hadn’t you put together the fact that Miguel is simply Michael in Spanish?" She saw her sister’s eyes widen before she turned and left the room. Mike was just coming into the kitchen when she got down. "Where’s your slut sister?" he asked with a grin. She raised her eyebrows. "Are you referring to my innocent, virginal teenage sister?" "That’s the little cum swallower," he said. "The little whore is in our bedroom waiting for you to come and rape her, of course." He grinned and she nodded. "Miguel," she said. "Hmm?" He tried and failed to look innocent. "A Spanish man? How cliched. It wouldn’t have worked with anyone older." "I can speak pretty good Spanish," he said, putting his arms around her and letting his hands squeeze her buttocks. "And what have you been making my innocent sister do over the Internet?" He laughed. "You should see the videos. Your sister is as fuck hungry a little whore as I’ve seen - since you, of course." He pulled her top down and filled his hands with her breasts. "And now you’re going to go upstairs and do her," she said. "Really?" he asked doubtfully. "It’s what you’ve always wanted. She’s all ready for it, too." She took his hand and led him up the stairs. He was still uncertain, suspicious of her intentions, but when she opened the door to the master bedroom and ushered him in his cock instantly stiffened as he realized his long lust was about to be satisfied.