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Sister? (Cynthia x loneiysong)

Alexis Sinclair woke up with a sigh. She was tired of her life in a way, every day was the same routine. Wake up, wash up, get dressed and go to a session. The session could be another photo shoot, another movie or another submissive wanting to be at her feet. She remembered when she used to love this life and the limelight, but now she just wanted to enjoy herself, perhaps settle down, and just simply couldn't.

At least she wasn't with her parents anymore. She just missed her younger sister, the sister she never really knew. Alexis was disowned a long time ago, not too long after her sister's birth in fact, so she didn't know anything about her. Little did she know, the customer that a friend passed to her was the sister she longed to meet, and this meeting would change her life.

Freshly showered and dressed in a latex catsuit complete with gloves and boots, Alexis reviewed the information her friend had sent her about the submissive coming to her today. "Hmmm... Big sister issues, likes blindfolds and being called sister... Only child... Should be easy enough...."

Grabbing her tablet, Alexis sat down on the living room couch. She waited for her customer's arrival at one of her residences: a modest single family home designed with contemporary decorations and distant from the prying eyes of neighbours. It was her favorite place to go when meeting new submissives; the entire house was practically a dungeon after all.
 
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She drove down the street. This was wierd. And extremely awkward to say the least. Her heart was hammering in her chest. SHe had been to see Bethany, her old dominatrix, several times. Mistress Bethany was like the big sister she longed for and always wanted. But Mistress Bethany was pregnant and was begged to rest. Althought, it was fun seeing a beautiful woman round with child swaying over you with a whip in hand and forcing you to submit. It was like being at the feet of a fertility goddess. Just the thought alone got her wet. But Mistress Bethany called her this morning with the instructions on where she was to go and everything. Her new mistress would be Mistress Alexis Sinclair. She was told to call her mistress unless instructed to call her otherwise.

Her name was Frida Valentine. Frida like the bisexual painter. Although, no matter how many times she tried to tell her mother this, she was assured that Frida Kahlo was indeed a straight woman. Afterall, she married Diego Rivera. But, whatever. She pulled up outside of an address and double checked. This was it. Parking across the street, she got out of her grey Prius and looked at the house. Reaching into her purse, she turned her cellphone on silent and walked up to the door and knocked gently. She trained her blue eyes to face downward.

Frida swallowed and looked down. She was wearing simple jeans and a white button down top. Frida was going to college to get her masters in music. She loved all sorts of music. She had braided her long blonde hair back and put her hands nervously in her pockets. Frida stood about 5'8 and wore simple flats. Biting her red lips she rocked back and forth on her feet waiting.

Living in a perfect home, she was expected to be perfect. But to be dominated by a woman to feel their rage adn love all at teh same time was something she craved. Something she dreamed about. She ran a hand over her belly button ring recalling when Mistress Bethany pierced her navel. She looked up and continued to wait.
 
Alexis heard the knock on the door. She knew it was her new charge, yet she didn't rise to greet her. Not yet, she wanted to see just how patient and dedicated Frida would be. Alexis took the Domme/sub relationship very seriously after all.

After forcing the girl to wait a good five minutes, Alexis finally stood up and answered the door. She opened the mahogany door with a latex clad hand, revealing a beautiful blonde girl on her doorstep. A certain level of familiarity washed over her, something struck her just the wrong way. But she had long since learned to ignore such feelings. This was business, and she couldn't allow personal feelings to get in the way.

"Miss Frida Valentine? I've been expecting you. Come in, take off your shoes and follow me." Without giving the girl anytime to respond, Alexis turned on her stiletto heels and walked back to the living room, those 5 inch needles on her boots clicking away on the hard wood. If Frida wouldn't follow her, then she wasn't worth her time.
 
Taking a deep breath, Frida continued to look down. All she saw was a latex clad body. Fit and probably beautiful. She nodded and smiled. "Yes Mistress." She stepped in and took off her shoes, putting them beside the door. She kept her eyes down adn continued to follow the impossibly high heels. She moved following her fast she could. Her eyes remaining down. Her hair braided down her back. She bit her lip patiently waiting. Once they reached the living room, Frida moved into the doorway but stepped to teh side and sank down in a crouch. Her head bowed and her feet resting flat on the carpet and her hands resting on ehr knees as she spread herself. Waiting for the next order.

Frida's heart was pounding. She wouldn't have been here if Mistress Bethany hadn't assured her that this woman was perfect for her. In fact, Bethany doubted that Frida would be back after tasting her dominatrix style. Her heart was racing, but this was the high that she lived for.
 
Alexis suspected that Frida had no idea what her face even looked like. The girl continued to keep her eyes pointed down, as if she wasn't worthy of looking Alexis in the face. This, of course, impressed the woman. "I see that Bethany had taught you well," the latex clad Dominatrix remarked as she sat down on the leather couch. She looked over her new charge from head to toe, her stare heavy and critical. The position was a submissive one, stressful for the lower legs and exposed the girl's body for use. "Bethany would teach her that position," Alexis muttered to no one in particular as her eyes swept back up Frida's body.

"Stand up, and strip," the blonde Mistress suddenly instructed, after what probably felt like a century of being glared at for Frida. "Then return to your former position."
 
Frida licked her lips and blushed. "My mistress has taught me how to be a proper submissive to give the optimum pleasure." She shut her eyes and continued to look down. She had to once hold this position for a whole night. Her legs were used to it. Frida waited patiently. She could wait a whole night just to be excused. Standing up, she kept her eyes down. "Yes mistress." She said softly. Still keeping her eyes down, she began to slowly strip. Letting her mistress savor her body and flesh. Letting her top drop down, she revealed a white latex bra. Reaching down, she pulled off her jeans. She was wearing matching latex panties. She slowly removed her bra and panties.

Her pussy was shaved and she was fit even though she was curvy. Moving back to the doorway, she crouched down spreadding her thighs. This time her body was on full display. Her breasts were perky. Her nipples a soft pink. Her braid was still down her back. She waited and licked her lips gently.
 
Alexis drank up her new charge's sexy body. It was perfect, fair skin, curvy body, shaved sex. She had to commend Frida's choice of underwear too. "Bethany chose well, as usual," the dominatrix remarked as Frida returned to her position at the doorway. She had even caught a glimpse of a cute little birthmark on the girl's rear, one that she could swear she recognized. But she didn't have any time to care fly examine the mark.

Motioning with her hand, Alexis instructed Frida to come closer. The dominatrix stopped the girl when she was a few feet in front of her. "I was told by Bethany that you liked to be blindfolded and called Sister. I will happily oblige you so long as you follow my rules. Most are what you might expect: call me Mistress at all times, always keep your body avaliable for my use, never look me in the eyes or orgasm without my permission, and never speak out of line. On top of that, I require that you walk on all fours in private. Any questions?"
 
"Actually mistress, they are mine." She smiled and then looked at the new mistress. Her birthmark was dark purple and stretched along her tailbone. She sighed and continued to crouch down and looked at the floor. Seeing the instruction to come closer, she moved closer and kept her eyes down. "Yes, mistress, I do." She whispered and listened to the rules. She swallowed and then looked at her mistress' lovely latex clad legs. Biting her lip she heard teh last rule.

"Just a few mistress, first what shall our designated safe word be? Also would you have me move on my hands and knees, or would you have me walk on my hands and flat on my feet. Mistress Bethany perfered me to crawl around her like a pet, and she taught me to walk on my hands and feet like a dog would with my knees crouched up." She sighed and cleared her throat. "Also, how long will our sessions be msitress."
 
Alexis raised an eyebrow at how Frida reacted to being closer. This girl was unusual to say the least, yet somewhat familiar. The more she saw birthmark, the more she swore she knew this girl. But she couldn't distract herself, not now. "Your safe word will be 'Sunstone,' and as for how you will walk, I honestly don't care as long as it shows that you're beneath me. The session will last until two PM, but be prepared to stay for 48 hours for our next session. Any more questions? This will be your only time to ask them."
 
"Not really mistress." She braced herself sitting on her butt. She sat a lot like a dog. She looked down between her legs and blushed as she was getting horny just sitting with her thighs spread. She knew that her old mistress longed to be a mother and didn't want to be a dominatrix forever. But a part of her was left behind with the old basement and the musty room of her mistress. But her new mistress had the chance to make her feel wanted again. She smiled and looked at the stomach of her mistress. God, her body was so kinky.
 
Wordlessly, Alexis stood up and began to slowly circle Frida, her heels clicking ominously around the girl. "Now normally, this would be when I introduce a slave my rules, expectations and the nature of our relationship," the blonde dominatrix remarked idly. "But you should already know all that, which means we can jump right on into the fun."

Chuckling, low and seductive, Alexis crouched down behind the girl, her left hand gently caressing the blonde's cheek as her right gently ran up and down her body. "Now I know you have a fetish for being called sister," Alexis remarked. "Normally I wouldn't do something like that, but you remind me of my own sister so I'll be happy to oblige." As she spoke, the blonde's right hand ran up to Frida's right breast, roughly groping and massaging before coming down in a hard smack. "Now the staircase leading downstairs over there goes to my dungeon. The first thing you will see are the holding cells, with a table in the middle of the hallway leading to the main chamber. On this table is four pairs of leather cuffs, separated, and a leather collar with a leash. You will go down there, put them on, and wait for me. When I arrive, hold out the leash for me. Understood?"
 
Frida kept her eyes down as Alexis walked around her like a predatory bird. She continued to look down and bit her lip gently. "Yes mistress." She whispered reverently. She was becoming soaked and ready for her mistress. She felt Alexis crouch behind her, heard teh seductive noise of the latex. She shut her eyes and listened enjoying the touch. The voice of the mistress was calm and soothing. In a normal relationship, she would have asked about her sister, but this was a far from ordinary relationship, so she kept her mouth shut. Rolling her eyes, she felt her breast being taken into her hand and gripped hard before it was given a spank and she rolled her eyes again. "Thank you mistess." She whispered. Hearing about the dungeon and her orders, she nodded. "Yes mistress."

She began to walk towards the stairs and continued to move on her hands and feet expertly. Bethany had trained her how to walk on stairs via a stair master that Bethany had made her go up and down for hours at a time. She soon moved to the table and saw the cuffs. She began to pull them on along with the collar. She walked forward, and waited in a crouch the leash in her hands.
 
Alexis waited for a few minutes before walking downstairs, her heels announcing her presence. She smiled at the sight of Frida on her knees, in leather cuffs and holding out a leather leash connected to her leather collar. "Good," the dominatrix complemented as she took the end of the leash and slowly pulled the girl closer. Crouching down, Alexis's left hand grabbed the hook that connected the leash to the collar and caressed the blonde's cheeks with her right, the black latex gliding over Frida's skin. "I will have an uniform for you," Alexis remarked. "I will expect you to wear it, with your cuffs and collar, whenever you come to a session. When I open that door, your uniform should be the only thing you're wearing. Understood?"
 
"Yes, mistress. I will wear my uniform when I come to a session." She looked at her mistress, breasts to keep from looking into her eyes. She shut her eyes loving the touch of the latex over her face. She swallowed softly and wanted to look at her, but, she would not until she ordered. She canted her head and bit her lip. "Is there anything else that I should remember, mistress?" She whispered softly and blushed.
 
Chuckling, Alexis's right hand gently ran down the girl's body, cool and smooth latex gliding along Frida's flesh. "No, nothing else for now," the blonde dominatrix answered with a little pat on Frida's cheek. As soon as her left hand connected with the girl's face, Alexis roughly grabbed Frida's chin as her right hand moved closer and closer to the girl's slit. Forcing the girl to look at her, the latex clad dominatrix pressed her right hand against Frida's wet folds. "You're dripping already, you little whore," Alexis cooed with a snicker. "Come on then, let's go have some fun."

Her right hand left Frida's body as her left released the girl's chin to grab onto the leather leash. She began walking into the main room, tugging Frida along. The main section of the dungeon was dimly lit, except for the center of the room which was left clear for suspension bondage. To the left were a row of cabinets; the wall in front of them was half occupied by whips and crops; to the right of them was a large human sized cage, a x-frame and a spanking bench. There was a door that lead to extensions of the dungeon. "Go to the center of the room," Alexis commanded as she released Frida's leash and walked to the cabinets.
 
With a moan, she blushed feeling her touch her bare skin with the latex. She swallowed. Her heart was racing. Looking up, she looked into the eyes of her new dominatrix. Something clicked in her brain. Like a memory, but she couldn't grasp it. It fluttered just out of her reach like a butter fly. She swallowed and blushed feeling those latexed fingers slip between her wet lips. She nodded with a groan. "Yes mistress." She whispered softly.

She walked on all fours into the main room. She looked around and blushed at the elaborate set up. She swallowed and then watched her wondering what would be first on the list. She moved into the center of the room and sat down and canted her head and waited smiling softly as she looked down.
 
Alexis soon returned with a leather blindfold. It had a strap and buckle system similar to a belt's, making it more secure. "Take one last look at my face sister," the blonde dominatrix instructed with a little grin as she crouched down behind Frida. Her left hand grabbed the girl's chin and forced her head back, her right hand with the blindfold gently caressed the girl's cheeks. "Because you won't be able to see my beauty for a while."

Chuckling, Alexis allowed Frida to look forward again before wrapping the blindfold around her eyes. While it was constructed from black leather, the inside of the blindfold was layered in smooth silk and would feel comfortable against Frida's face. "How does it feel, not being able to see anything?" Alexis whispered into Frida's ear, her hands cupping each of the girl's cheeks. "How about we add a gag? Maybe an arm binder?"
 
Frida waited patiently. She saw the blindfold hanging from Alexis' hand as she came forward. Looking up at her dominatrix's face, she smiled softly. The word sent something once again rattling around in her brain. She gasped a bit as she was pulled back and listened. "Yes, mistress." She whispered adn then felt the silk meet her eyes. Plunging her into complete darkness while she could hear the buckle being put in place behind her head. She sighed. "I can feel and hear everything times two, mistress." She swallowed and loved the touch of her mistress. "Whatever you wish mistress, I am at your every whim,"

Frida was so turned on. She wanted Alexis to show her what she got. She wanted cruel. She wanted to feel her mistress. She swallowed and bit her lip and trembled.
 
Smiling, Alexis released Frida and left her on the floor as she went to retrieve more items. Soon she returned, her heels clicking behind Frida as she approached. Crouching down yet again, Alexis pulled both of Frida's arms behind her back before locking her cuffs together, binding them behind her back. Then she reached up and coaxed Frida's lips to part, right before slipping a ball gag between her teeth. After buckling the red, silicon sphere in place, Alexis's right hand yanked Frida's blonde hair back as their bodies pressed together. Her left hand began to slowly trail down Frida's front, the latex clad hand gently gliding against Frida's cheek before sliding down to her neck and then her chest. Grabbing the girl's left breast, Alexis roughly groped the girl before slapping it and twisting her nipple. Her hand then continue its journey down, brushing against Frida's abdomen and navel before coming to rest right above her clit. "Are you wet sister?" The dominatrix whispered seductively into the girl's ear, her right hand moving from her hair to her chin as her breath tickled Frida's neck.
 
She heard her click away. But before long, she clicked back. Shifting, she rolled her shoulders back so her arms came closer together if it was that kind of cuff. But it was just a cuff to her wrist. She opened her mouth and groaned. She felt the ball move into proper place in her mouth. Shutting, her eyes, she gasped as Alexis pulled her hair back and she groaned. She panted softly feeling her hand. She was nervous. It was a nervous ordeal when in the hands of a new dominatrix. Especially so when one found their mouth impaired incapable of saying any word.

Frida gasped and groaned feeling her breast's nipple twisted and slap. She panted and whimpered softly. She knew she was wet. She could feel the heat and wet. She felt her hand right above her clit. She would remain still for her mistress. Blind and gagged.
 
Alexis knew she was playing with a new girl, so to speak. Being a dominatrix was hard in many ways, getting to know and satisfy a customer while balancing precariously on the edge of pain and pleasure was one of them. So while Frida was experienced with servicing a dominatrix, Alexis was inexperienced in servicing Frida. The strange air of familiarity that continued to swirl around her helped Alexis do what she does best, even if she had no idea why Frida seemed and felt so familiar to her. Once again, her thoughts wandered to her long lost baby sister.

"Just look at how wet you are," Alexis cooed as two of her latex clad fingers slowly slid across Frida's soaked folds, the blonde girl's juices making the black latex glisten in the dim light. "Such a dirty little whore. Remember my rules sister, don't cum without my permission." Chuckling softly to herself, Alexis continued to pull Frida's hair back, her lips brushing against the soft, tender flesh of Frida's neck. A light, peach coloured lip print stained the blonde's skin, right above the black collar that wrapped tightly around her neck.

Suddenly, Alexis stood up again. Her heels clicked away at the general direction of her whip collection. After a minute or two, Alexis returned with a crop. Around three feet long, the leather bound crop had a tip around a quarter inch wide and an inch long. Made from fibre glass, the crop flexed easily while keeping its ability to inflict pain.

"Have you ever climaxed from pain?" Alexis asked as she lifted Frida's chin with the crop, the shaft flexing gently as the tip forced the girl to look up despite her blindfold.
 
Frida gasped feeling those two latex fingers slip into her and arched her back gasping softly. She felt her walls clench those fingers. Shutting her eyes, she smiled and groaned. She would have responded, but the gag was so firmly secure. She groaned adn rocked her hips forward and began to pant softly. She loved those lips on her neck. She heard her heels click away but something thick and leather forced her head up and she raised her chin.

Frida was just an emotional ball of hot wet skin. She had no way in which to express herself, but she was trembling in pleasure. She had cummed once from pain. It was a gift from her old mistress on her birthday. But even though she longed for that touch again, she thought she would never get the pleasure again. She smiled adn groaned to her mistress.
 
Alexis laughed as Frida groaned like she was in heat. "Such a slut," the dominatrix remarked as the tip of the crop slowly moved down Frida's body, brushing against her breasts, her abdomen, and her navel before stopping at her clit. With a kittle grin, the blonde dominatrix rubbed the leather tip against Frida's sensitive little nub a few times before patting her wet folds with the crop. Soft, wet smacks echoed through the dungeon as the tip landed on Frida's cunt again and again, slowly increasing in intensity before suddenly stopping. "Turn around," Alexis instructed as she pulled the now wet crop back, waiting for Frida to obey.
 
Frida blushed. She trembled. If the mistress told her to cum now, she probably would. She felt the leather go down her breasts and stomach it felt so nice. Then it got to her clit. She groaned behind the gag rubbing her hips up and down against the leather as it stroked her clit. She groaned gasping in pleasure as the tip began to slap against her. Oh it hurt, but it was so delicious. She began to drool around the crop groaning. She slowly began to turn around still couched down on her feet. Soon her back was to her and she panted trembling.

Oh she was so hot. She rocked her hips up and down and groaned again. It was a whimper. IT was a beg of her mistress. She needed to cum, but would hold on.
 
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