My Boyfriend’s Submissive Brother

It started with an ad.

“Dominant mistress seeking submissive slave to dominate and train over text.” Or something of that nature…

I had posted it online, in a ‘personals’ section of a sexual website. I also posted my number, and got many replies. Being picky, I only used one or two until him. Adam.

I got a text almost a month after I had posted the ad. I was laying in bed, exhausted from a day of heavy housework. I had planned on a shower, but as soon as I was undressed, I received the message.

“Hello, my name is Adam. I saw your ad online, you were saying you were seeking a sub? I’m not the most attractive, but I make up for it with eagerness and a willingness to do anything to please you.”

“Hello Adam, my name is Celia. You will not call my by my name, unless it is following “Miss”. You have the options to call me Mistress, Miss, Master, Madam, or Ma’am.”

“Yes Miss Celia, I will obey anything you ask of me,” was his reply, and at the time, I smirked. This boy was amusing. Anything? Doubtful.

“Age? Description?” My answer was short, because my doubt had settled.

‘If he is willing to do anything, he’s probably very unattractive and old,’ I muttered to myself, laying back on my bed, phone in hand, my satin sheets sliding against my naked body.

“Seventeen, ma’am. I have medium length black hair, I’m 6’2 and 130 pounds. My eyes are blue, I’m pale…my cock is 8 inches fully erect, in case you wanted to know.” My heart skipped a beat, and I imagined what he looked like. Suddenly my phone rang. My boyfriend Aaron was calling.

“Hello?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat.

“Hey babe, whatcha doing? My bro’s locked himself in his room, probably chatting up some chick online. I’m bored,” Aaron replied, his raspy voice pleasing to hear, although I felt caught redhanded for some reason.

“Just browsing the net. Whatcha wanna do tomorrow?” I asked, in a hurry to get off the phone as I heard my phone’s text tone squeak. I yawned, trying to sound tired.

“Wanna go fool around in the forest? I’ve had a raging woody all day,” he said, “but we can talk tomorrow. Get some sleep, boo. Love ya!”

“Love you too hun, goodnight,” I said before hanging up. I then went to my text menu and checked it.

“Mistress? Would you like for me to send you a picture?”

I quickly texted an affirmative, feeling my puss getting a little wet. I didn’t consider it cheating, but it felt dangerous, and made me horny.

*bleep bleep* my phone squeaked, and I quickly opened the multi-media message.

“Holy fuck,” I said, looking at the naked upper body of the boy on my phone screen. How could this happen? How did I not notice the local number? How could this be…Aaron’s brother?

He told me his name was Mikey when we met in person…I quickly pulled up my boyfriend’s name up on my phone and called him.

“Hey baby, something wrong?” he asked, answering on the first ring.

“I was just looking at baby names online as I fall asleep, you know how I get. What’s your brother’s full name?” I asked. I was only sort of lying. I did have a tab up on the computer with baby names that I looked at earlier.

“Adam Michael Parker,” Aaron answered, “but you know he goes by Mikey.”

“Yeah, right! Alrighty, I’ma crash. Love you, night!” I said quickly, hanging up after he said “i love you” back.

‘FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!’ I screamed into my pillow, unsure of what to do. I had been hot for Mikey for a while, but I loved Aaron despite his brain living in his pants. Mikey was delicious, but not seventeen like he claimed. He looked the part, but he was really fifteen, three years younger than me. He had stereotypical ’emo’ hair, and piercing blue eyes.

And now I could have him. To play with. To use…. could I manage it in person?

“Delightful. Where do you live? Have you done this before? Would you do it in person?” I asked quickly, my fingers flying on my phone’s keyboard. The time before the next text seemed like eternity.

“I live in _______, Arkansas. I’ve been interested in this before, but this is my first time persuing such a dangerous thing. I’d love to be used in person, but I’m a virgin and wouldn’t be able to please a woman.”

“I have an idea. I’ll let you know when I’ve set it in stone.” I typed quickly, setting my phone down and going online. I looked up a hotel a few towns over, and noticed you could pay online and pick up your room key at the desk. I quickly filled in my information, then texted Mikey….Adam.

“On Saturday, you will go into this hotel lobby at noon. You will pick up the key for room 212, get inside, place the key under the welcome mat outside, strip down, blindfold yourself, and wait for me.” I sent it with the hotel address, inhaling deeply. Tomorrow was Friday, I had a day to make up an alibi.

“Yes Mistress. Shall we continue talking, or shall I wait until Saturday to speak to you again?” was the reply, and I just didn’t answer. I was suddenly very tired, and needed rest before a day of planning.

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The next day, I hopped onto my motor scooter and rode over to a sex shop deep in the heart of town.