Mistress in the Making Phase 2

Chapter 3

When I got back home after school, with half my mind still on whether I should tell my aunt about my little voyeurism and sadistic tendencies, my jaw fell off as I saw my sister, Laura, preparing food in the kitchen. My aunt was standing beside her, chopping up some vegetables on the kitchen counter. I stood there like an idiot, staring at both of them whom clearly had no idea that I was aware of their sadomasochistic proclivities.

“Hi, Layla. How are you?” my sister greeted me with the most enthusiastic voice I’ve ever heard. My aunt looked up and smiled to acknowledge my presence.

“Hey.” I uttered awkwardly, staring at my sister prancing in the kitchen as if nothing had happened. At that instance, I was almost convinced that everything I saw down in the basement for days was only a figment of my imagination.

“Something’s wrong? Layla?” My aunt asked as she saw me gawking.

“Nothing.” I shook my head. “How’s the interview?” I promptly asked my sister.

“Great.” she turned to the counter, obviously deliberately trying to avoid eye contact. I knew it when my sister lied. She sucked at it.

“Oh. Have they accepted you?” I pried further. Instantly, the sound of the plate crashing to the ground ranged across the room. The sound startled me. My sister quickly bent down to retrieve the broken pieces before aunt stopped her. I could see just how pale she was, but I wasn’t sure which was the real cause, my seemingly harmless question, or the fact that she’d broken a plate.

“Don’t worry about it. Go and sit.” my aunt said with a hint of authority. My sister shot up from the ground and went for the seat without question. She sat down quietly by the counter. She was shivering in fear.

“I’m sorry.” she muttered softly, almost so weak i thought she could collapse at any moment.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” I snapped. She quickly looked at aunt Mary, whom was busy cleaning out the broken glass, before staring back at her fingers like an errant child who was caught painting the walls with crayons.

I can’t believe what I saw. My aunt actually had tamed the most vicious lioness of all time. I had never seen Laura so apologetic, so demure, so…submissive. If i didn’t know about the basement secret, i would have probably thought that she had been possessed or hit her head too hard. But since i knew what had actually gone down, it was terrifying to see how much she had changed. It was like a completely different person. And it hurt quite a bit to see her like that.

I quickly held her cold hands and drew them to my laps as I sat beside her. “Are you hurt?” I asked compassionately as if I was talking to a sobbing five year old.

“No.” she mumbled. I snapped to my aunt grudgingly, not so much on the things she did, but damn her for not at least telling Laura that it wasn’t her fault. The fault was mine.

Despite the fact that my sister can be an asshole at some point, seeing her like this was making me uncomfortable, almost guilty. I couldn’t believe that I actually thought everything my aunt did was rather amazing instead of sickening. Maybe it was, since she did make the queen of the jungle into a docile little kitten. It confused my conscience even more. I don’t even know what is right and what is wrong anymore.

“Are you okay?” I caressed her cheek tenderly with my finger.

“Yes.” her lips curled a weak smile.

“Dinner is ready.” my aunt said nonchalantly while landing two plates of grilled beef and veges on the table. She turned back to the counter to retrieve hers before returning to the dining table to join us.

“Eat.” she said after she sat down. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that she’s commanding my sister. Despicable as it might be, i thought i should test it out my sister’s new gained compliance.

“Laura, it’s been a long time since we hanged out, want to go shopping?” I asked as cheerfully as I could possibly feign while trying to enjoy the scrumptious dinner.

“Uhmm…” she uttered nervously before turning her head to my aunt, whom was chewing her salad quietly. Wow…just wow.

A week before, Laura would have jumped on the wagon without hesitation. Hell, she would have voiced out all the shops she would want to visit and the stuff she might want to buy. It would take an hour before she would shut up about it.

“You still need to pack your stuff for college, don’t you?” my aunt asked flatly.

“Yes.” my sister affirmed and turned to me.

God, could Laura be more obvious. It was clear as day. She was under Aunt Mary’s control. I wondered if Aunt Mary was threatening Laura. If that wasn’t the case, Laura wouldn’t have been this obedient and compliant. God, what had Aunt Mary threatened Laura with? A week down in the basement? A month? A year? Or was she threatening her with the lewd tortures she administered these past few days.

“Aww…I promise to help her out.” I pleaded my aunt deceitfully, “Please, aunt Mary, can we go shopping?” I added to test their limit.

“Laura is very busy, Layla. Give her a break.” aunt Mary smiled forcefully. I could see those ‘pissed off’ frowns on her forehead. A clear indication that I should back off.

“Oh well. I guess we will go out next time.” I brushed off the topic and continued eating my dinner.

Half way through the meal, I noticed the growing awkward silence. They might pretend not to be affected by the unbearable silence shrouding the dining room, and I could sense the unspoken conversation happening between the control and the controlled.

“So, when are you going to college?” i restarted the topic once more.

“Erm…next week Wednesday.” she muffled uncertainly.

“Cool. What are you majoring in?” BDSM… i answered in my mind sarcastically.

“Erm…” she stuttered. I could see that she’s beginning to panic. Lying to me was my sister’s worst skill. She knew I could see right through her.

“Psychology.” my aunt answered just in time for me to not get suspicious, or so she thought, which my sister then gladly said yes. What a bunch of liars!

“What are you planning to do this week then? You still have around 4 days.” i waved my half eaten piece of broccoli at her.

Her head instinctively turned to my aunt, as if the answer was written on her face, and then turned back to me. “I don’t know.”

“We can always go shopping.” there, I did it again, resurfacing the dreaded topic. Silence hit the dining table instantly. I held my breath and watched as Laura and my aunt struggled to find a way to keep me out from the secret. It infuriated me even more when my sister kept looking at my aunt for answers. I wanted to just stand up and tell them that I know everything they did, but i didn’t.

“You can go shopping tomorrow.” my aunt sighed. Immediately, a very sincere smile appeared on my sister’s face.

“Really?” she almost jumped out of her seat.

“Yes.” aunt said without looking at us.

“Wow. Great.” I deliberately clapped ceremoniously .

“Thank you, mas…” Laura clasped her mouth. “I mean, thank you Aunt Mary.”

I ignored Laura’s slip of her tongue. Instead, I began thinking of my aunt’s special lessons she gave Laura down in the basement. A very unusual turn of events indeed. Laura thanking my aunt for letting her out? I didn’t think that would even be possible.

Aunt Mary really did turn Laura into a submissively obedient girl. And to my surprise, I was actually angry about it. I wanted to scream at my aunt for changing Laura. Laura was a confident and bright girl before all of this.

I wanted to grab my aunt’s collar and yell at her to give me back the old Laura. And then, I wanted to slap myself for not only condoning the actions in the past few days, but also enjoying watching them too.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. I tossed and turned in my bed but it didn’t help me getting any sleep soon. My guilt was eating me from within. When I thought back about everything that had happened to my sister and how I failed to inform the authority of a sexual abuse, my heart cringed. And to think that I wanted the same thing for Amanda, my best friend…God, I was an awful person.

“Laura?” I muttered into the dark room, hoping that she’s still awake despite the odd hour displayed on the digital clock.

“Yeah?” she responded with an uncertain voice that reflected mine.

“Did something happen?” I asked vaguely, fearing that if I put in too much details, she would suspect I knew. The last thing I wanted now was for my sister to know how I could have helped her but didn’t. At least not now. Now, I wanted only one thing. I wanted to help her to get rid of my aunt.

“No.” she lied. “Why?”

“You seem…” I paused as I thought up a better word than ‘submissive’. “…different.”

After a long pause, I heard her shifting in her bed. And then, there’s a soft audible sigh. “I uhm…learned a lot during the interview.”

Interview? You mean being fucked six ways to Sunday by Aunt Mary? I rolled my eyes, but decidedly not to say anything since that would make her suspicious of my involvement, or lack thereof. As the silence stretched, she finally let out another sigh.

“I uhm…” she struggled to complete the sentence.

“I will always be there for you, Laura.” I didn’t know why I said that, but I said it nonetheless. “If there’s anything I can help, I will.”

I had all the clips saved in my laptop. Yes, it would definitely be awkward and suspicious describing how I got those and kept those…but if it would be the evidence needed to put Aunt Mary away and save Laura, then I would bring it to the authorities.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Layla.” she chuckled lightly. “I’m fine.”

You are not fine! I screamed inwardly. Being locked up in the basement and fucked into a submissive slave by your aunt were not something to be fine about.

“I uh…sort of…found myself” she finally said.

I sprang up from the bed. “What do you mean?”

“It’s hard to explain.” she muttered. “We should sleep now.”

Without much things to say, I lied back on the bed and decided to let it be. For now anyways. I would ask her tomorrow, when we’re out and in the safety of the public.

Chapter 4

The mall was packed since it was a Saturday. After Aunt Mary dropped us off, Laura suggested that we go to a nearby coffee shop and began the day with a healthy dose of caramel latte and soy milk coffee.

As we sat on one of the high stool by the window, basking in the summer sun washing through the partially opened blinders, I noticed several glances from the male population around us. It wasn’t difficult to see why. Laura was wearing a loose crop top that barely covered her stomach and a pair of brown shorts. Her hair was undone and the curly blonde mane hung freely just above her shoulders.

Despite being ‘disciplined’ by Aunt Mary, it seemed her taste of fashion hadn’t changed. It was as if the old Laura had come back, except for the fact that she didn’t flaunt her assets like she used to this time. I was actually surprised she hadn’t walked up to one of those hot males on the next table that had been checking on her ass since we came in. To be fair, they might be checking mine…but I knew Laura had better curves than me so there’s that.

“So, you will be leaving in four days?” I asked as I sipped my hot caramel latte. Laura was not an academician, that’s as clear as vodka in a shot glass. In fact, I didn’t even think she would ever want to pursue a degree in anything at all. But in four days, she would be gone and I was certain it had nothing to do with earning a degree. So, the question still remains. Where is she going?

“Yeah.” she looked out of the window and stared into the distance.

“But didn’t you always hate studying?” I prodded further.

“Yeah.” she said with a warm smile on her lips.

“You uh…liked the interview?” I tested her further.

“Yes.” she kept her head down and her eyes on the cup of soy milk coffee.

This was weird. I was expecting my sister to level out everything to me as soon as my aunt left. I was anticipating the sordid details of those few days that she would blabber about non-stop. I even kept a pendrive, completely filled with hours and hours of feeds, inside my handbag so that when the time comes, I would give it to the authorities. Hell, I was even expecting that we would be running to the police station by now, not enjoying coffee in a busy shopping mall.

“So…” I muttered, “You really want to be…” I struggled to find a word and gestured at my sister, “…this.”

Laura frowned, as if she had realized something. But her face turned back to normal so quickly, I wasn’t sure if she suspected I knew or simply just showing displease at my rather demeaning gesture.

“I kind of like this.” she said with a warm smile, her eyes staring into the coffee as if she reminiscing on some sweet memories.

My heart simply skipped at beat.

“So…” I was too curious to stop now. “you are really okay with this?”

“Yes. I am.” she tucked her lips between her teeth and tried not to grin. “And you ought to know better, Layla…” she added as she looked flatly into my eyes.