Mistress in the Making

Chapter 1
Ever since our parents died in a car crash a year ago, my sister and I were sent to my aunt’s as she was our next of kin, our legitimate guardian. She was kind to us, gave us all the attention and love two young girls needed to be healthy, physically and mentally. She was even better than our mother, that I have to admit. Laura and I were 19 and 18 respectively. We both have good curves in our body, that’s what our aunt, Mary, always says.

Sometimes, I could see aunt Mary eyed us like we were some sort of prey. It’s really weird. Those eyes were burning through me when she glared at me. Perhaps it was love that created such blazing stare, to watch for our safety, or so I thought.

It all began clear when one night, there was a fight between my sister and aunt Mary. My sister, being 19 and rebellious, decided to hang out with some junkies that looked like drug addicts. My aunt, of course, objected firsthand. Hell, even I don’t approve of them, but I was too scare that it might damage the sisterly bond between us if I intervene. So, instead, I kept quiet about it. My sister went out eventually, disobeying my aunt’s order. That night as my sister walked out the house, I could see the true intensity behind the burning eyes. I thought I might be wrong about it, but that time, I saw something sinister. Eyes that told me that she had something prepared to teach my sister a lesson. It startled me and I forced myself up into my room, maybe to cry or to hide from my aunt, I wasn’t sure.

Here’s where it got all funny. There was a lightnin strike so loud, I woke up from my sleep. I looked at the time and it was way past midnight. If I’m an early riser, I might even call it morning. My sister wasn’t in her bed. I remembered during the argument, she did mention to my aunt that it wasn’t going to take too long. Only a couple of hours, which meant she would be back by now. But she wasn’t in her bed which definitely struck me as odd.

One thing came to mind was that she’s getting a earful from aunt Mary now. Or some sort of late night punishment. Curiosity got the better of me and so i’d decided to sneak out of my room, which we were not allowed to after midnight, a rule set by aunt Mary, to ensure our safety, or so she told us.

When I was out, I saw no light coming out from aunt Mary’s room. Usually, she would on her side lamp when she sleeps, but there was no light from the edge of the door. I immediately thought about my sister and what sort of punishment she might get. As I walked further, my mind kept speculating what sorts of punishment she might get this time. Laura wasn’t the most obedient girl around and often get punishment from aunt Mary.

Washing the dishes? Cleaning the bathroom? Mopping the entire house? I kept my brain tied up with the debate of punishments until I heard moans echoed through the house. It was soft, barely audible. I explored further and went down a floor to the living room and another moan rang through the darkness. I turned to the source and quickly realized that it came from the basement.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” this room was a dead on restriction. Our aunt had stressed that this room should not be entered at any cost.
I crept surreptitiously, not wanting to let aunt Mary know that I was out of bed during bedtime or my nightly exploration into the prohibited zone. As I approached nearer to the basement door, the moans grew louder and clearer. The moans were none other that my sister’s. I recognized the pattern in her moans, the moan that she let out when masturbating. I quickly palmed my mouth as I was about to let out a giggle. She’s masturbating in a room that we are not allowed in, and I couldn’t shake the thought that this might be Laura’s way of retaliating. If this is what she’s been up to, I had to say that she went all out with it.

Nevertheless, I was curious, not of her lustful night life, but of the strange room that aunt Mary forbade us to enter. Since my sister was in there, it further fueled my courage to open the door. Warm orange light blinded my eyes for a moment. I blinked a few times to get my eyes adjusted to the new brightness. The moans were more prominent now. My heart raced even more, the temptation of breaking the rule was ever captivating to me. And then, a voice stopped my heart.

“Laura, you’ve been very naughty over the past few months.” said a familiar voice, in a very low salacious tone followed by a muffled cry from my sister. I couldn’t believe it. It was my aunt’s voice. I shivered in fear immediately. My feet froze to the ground, my legs locked at their straightened position. I was immobilized. Part of me told me to just walk back out and sleep, pretend that nothing had ever happened. But my curiosity was unbearable as well. I thought, if I were to be very quiet, I could perhaps feed my curiosity without my aunt knowing.

I crept like a ghost, tiptoed so quietly that I didn’t even hear my own steps. As I approached the flight of stairs that will bring me to the basement, I went into a prone position, crawling up slightly so that my eyes can peak through the wedging gap below the wall.

My throat failed me instantly, letting of an audible gasp when I saw my sister, tied to a leather covered gym bench. However, luck was on my sight went my gasp was obscured by my sister’s yelp when my aunt swung down a cat-o-nine whip down onto her sex, helplessly spread open by metal chains that locked her ankle down to the floor. Her wrists were bounded by leather cuffs and securely bolted to metal chains that locked them firmly above her head. There’s a red color ball covering her mouth, with black straps securing it in place.

“It sadden me that you keep defy me, Laura.” aunt scolded softly, which sent shivers down my spine.

Her pussy was so drenched that from this distance, I could see it glistened. Another swipe sent my trapped sister shuddered into a spasm frenzy.

“Please.” she muffled. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you are now?” she raised her tone skeptically. “But I’m not done with you yet.” she smirked, using her whip to trail across her naked body. The whip drew my attention to her breast. It was roughly a C-cup. However, it was not the size of her breast that caught my attention. It was her nipples. They were clamped with some metallic clamp, like those paperclips I used to have, and a string that tied it to a weight hanging at the side of the bench. I covered my mouth again in shock. It looked painful.

Aunt Mary dropped the cat-o-nine whip on the floor and turned to the counter built along the wall. On the counter, there were many things I had never seen before. Some of them were long, with many colors and thickness. Some were tiny egg-like objects with wire connected to a box. More whips and canes of all shapes and sizes. All arranged neatly on the long counter.

My eyes turned back to Laura, who squirmed on the bench, trying to escape my aunt. But I could see the hopelessness in her face. Even I knew those chains won’t break, at least not by her alone without any help. Aunt Mary came back to her with her hand holding some clamps same like those on clamping Laura’s nipples.

In a slow, graceful strode, Aunt Mary moved between Laura opened legs with her helpless pussy in display for Aunt Mary. Adrenaline rushed through my brain as I watched my aunt carefully pulled Laura’s labia and clamped it before letting go. Laura yelped helplessly. Aunt Mary did the same for the other side.
Purposefully, she then tied a string on each other the clamps. The string was then pulled back before aunt secured them to the side of the bench. To my surprise, I could Laura’s pink pussy spread precariously wide and audaciously wet. Her opening was so visible for me that I couldn’t help but to feel strangely excited. My stomach began to fill with butterflies although it was inappropriate at the time.

My dilemma of whether should I feel erotically excited was disturbed when Laura moaned loudly. My eyes quickly focused back to my aunt and my excitement shoot through the roof. Aunt was rubbing something that looked like an asparagus, only that the tip was more bulgy and black in color, around Laura’s spread pussy. My thighs clamped shut, trying to find comfort to curb the unusual sensation burning between my legs.

Laura moaned in protest, but that didn’t stop aunt Mary from moving the long object in and out of her pussy. Occasionally, she would circle the tip around Laura’s clitoris, which made her squeal in her restrains. As aunt Mary mercilessly tortured her pussy, Laura wet herself, pissing out a stream of yellow liquid onto the floor. But aunt’s great reflex took her out of the way before it can hit her.

“Look at you. Wet yourself. What a naughty pussy we have here.” she mocked. Laura shook her head, whimpering for mercy.

“Tsk tsk tsk…I guess we have to stuff that hole up.” she smiled, slowing moving back to the arsenal of pussy weapons she lined up on the counter. I swallowed my saliva that unconsciously had collected itself when i gawked just now, eagerly wanting to know what’s going to happen next. Instinctively, i snaked my hand and pressed onto my sex. I could feel my face burning up.

“Here.” she snapped. My eyes almost popped out, anticipating her next show. She strapped something like a thong, only that it was made of black leather and a thick black length protruded out of the front, It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going to happen. Laura yelped in fear when she saw that thing swinging as aunt walked towards her.

Aunt untied Laura’s gag, releasing a flood of begging and pleas that filled the room. My lung stopped, unable to breath as i witnessed my sister in distress. But my groin was betraying the sisterly love we had. My pussy was begging to be tortured just like hers. I wanted to keep watching so much that it didn’t even occur to me that i should report this.

“Suck it.” aunt commanded, drawing my attention back to them.

“Please.” my sister begged.

“Suck it hard. Make sure it’s wet.”

“I’m sorry aunt. I won’t do that again. Please.” she cried.

Aunt ignored her and deliberately pinched her nose. With only one possible way to breath, Laura opened her mouth wide, reluctantly welcomed the thickness into her.

“You better make it wet before i shove it into your pussy.” she warned. “You won’t like it dry.” i saw a grin curled from her face.

The black dildo was so thick that there’s no room for her to get air through her mouth. It completely sealed her mouth. Knowing that, aunt quickly released her nose, allowing her to breathe through it normally. Aunt moved her hips slowly, moving the dildo in and out of Laura’s mouth.

“I think this should do it.” she moved away, dragging the dildo off the crying girl.

“I’m sorry, Aunt. I promise i won’t do it again.” she whimpered.

“I know you won’t. But you still have to take the punishment.” she smiled. The irony of it. That smile was the very same when she was lecturing us what’s wrong and what’s right when we were still kids. It clearly reflected in my sister’s eyes as she blinked innocently, whining but no longer complaining. Obviously, the eloquence of that smile had brought Laura to the realization that there was no way out of this, like it was used to be while we were toddlers.