the shrew was complete. You will not be able to lift a finger, and I will throw you under the bed and your moans will lull me for the night. And you will proceed with juices, crushed by a mattress and not able to move. You'll just barely hear a moan, because I'll shut your filthy mouth with my panties. Worn Especially for you. Sniffy. And when you lose your voice, and completely dumb, turning into a piece of shit, I will graciously release you and watch you lying at my feet, unable to move, will enjoy your misery, slowly trampling the remnants of your mind to the floor and only then, maybe, maybe, if you give me enough relief with your helplessness, I will let you come. But the way I want it myself. I otradu you to unconsciousness, much stronger than recently. I will bring you to the very edge, and then again squeeze your fluttering penis without letting it splash out before I want it. I will make you fuck my old blouses and skirts and this will be your maximum that you can hope for. Now you don’t dare to look at real women. Only shoes and clothes. Just right for such a miserable impotent, what I will make of you. And you will be writhing in sweet cramps when your cock is finally poured out. You drink the sperm and with every sip you will more and more plunge into the maelstrom of the misery in which you have long dreamed to be. Do you understand everything, slave? And what will my trashy brother say now? You will jerk and resist, and get in the balls and again indulge in vain dreams, proceeding with sperm over dirty magazines in the hope that there will be an innocent fool who will spank you on the ass, without demanding anything in return. Or do you decide to become my little lustful maid? And then all your depraved fantasies will finally acquire flesh and become sharp as a razor and frighteningly real. You will lick my feet and beg me to fuck you like the last whore. In the mornings you will gulp my urine, and when I return from school you will eat my feces, which I will carefully hold for you while holding back in class, but on holidays, when you are exhausted by abstinence you will end up in a shoe worn on your dick, you will varnish your seed and thank your Mistress for indulgence to the desires of your depraved little soul. Well, are you ready to decide? It will be no less pleasant for me to realize how you miss your chance and beg me then again to whip you like a guilty schoolgirl, but I will throw you away from your life and don’t even look in your direction anymore. It will be no less torment for you. And know, my little nasty little brother, that I can do that. There will be no more humiliations, no even the most fleeting excuses, you will become just an empty place for me, about which even wiping my feet will be above my dignity. Never, even casually, you will receive even a light slap from me. You will be the shadow of walking behind me swallowing drool, and at night, when you think No one knows this, you will furiously nadrachivat your pathetic pod, finish, and after bursting into tears from the realization that he lost, so stupid, cowardly ... and irrevocably. But I will know everything, absolutely everything about your sufferings, I will know that in the darkness of your room, in your wretched perverted thoughts, you burn from thirst to be crushed by me, wriggling under my heel. Do you hear I will know this and I will not make a single attempt to quench your vicious passion. How long will you endure such torture. I will always be there, always, chained into this beautiful form, from which you are crazy, so close to you, that it seems to reach out and here I am, but you, insignificant, you will understand how I will actually be far away and inaccessible . But after all, having drunk wine to braga is no longer returned, right? So, here's a choice.Decide now, then it will be too late. Well! Do you agree or not?

Her words forged with a blacksmith's hammer these commandments in my foggy mind. I realized that I was in full swing. Finally and irrevocably turned from a dreamy onanist into a real slave. Which quickly drove under his heels is not some unfamiliar Domina, but a sister. From which not to escape, not to hide at home. Because from now on there is no house, but there is only a playground where I will play the role of a plush horse for a loving trot of Erica.

What could I answer her? No I do not agree? Do not make me laugh! Only one thing remained such a nonentity, into which my elder sister turned me. No struggle, only unquestioning obedience. No rebellion, just endless worship.

Crumpled under the Erikin heel, I could doubt anything, even though the Earth is flat, just not that I can now stand up and send it far away with all its idiotic theatrics. Rather, the Earth will fly out of orbit, than I gain strength to crawl out from under my sister's heel.

I agree, sis. I agree to everything, so long as you give me such bliss. I will be an insole in your shoe, I will be an outsole, on which you can wipe your wonderful legs. I know you can turn me into anything. And I can't do anything about it. My back will forever become your saddle, and as a faithful horse, I will roll you around our house. You will thrust the bit into my mouth and you will rule me, spurring your sharp heels. You are my Goddess. I am entirely in your power, my Lady, and there is no turning back. I am your pet, I no longer have my own desires, only a thirst to serve you. I dreamed of beatings and humiliations. Well, my dreams came true, albeit in such an unexpected vein, but there is absolutely no one to blame. I could not get rid of the bondage of this slavery even if I wanted to. Yes, and would like? That is the main question now. The pain that Erica inflicted on me was sometimes simply intolerable, but the possibility of losing her torture and again indulging in faded after reality imaginary humiliations was even more terrible for me. So she has so many leashes in her hands that I won't get off the hook anymore. Too much in me depravity, which she can easily use.

Here it is the moment of truth. Above me is a pattern of her soles. I had a choice: to remain the way he was, a miserable nonentity, jerking off in women's underwear and dreaming that, like a naughty schoolgirl, he would be spanked by the teacher or discarded all doubts into the abyss of pleasures of the ministry under the heel of the stern Hostess. What do you think I chose? So I did not doubt!

I lifted my head and sealed the sole of a varnished shoe with a kiss and did not tear myself away until I licked it all, and then with an effort, I squeezed more air into the breasts pinned by Erica, having soothed my words with all the respects I could do:

- I agree ... Madam.

The end of the first part