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The look on her face said it all. I detected a hint of anger, and it wasn’t because I was questioning her, but rather an inconvenience by forcing her to explain herself. She had grown used to me obeying her without question since the change in our relationship, but this was my best friend we were talking about. I had no intention of just mindlessly letting my sister enslave her. Tiffany must have sensed my resistance too, as she was far from pleased, evident by her face screwing up in a childish tantrum. She leant forward, slipping her soft palm over my breast and gently caressing, while her luscious foot continued to playfully dance over my lips. I could feel myself growing wet as she manipulated my nipple with her fingertip, softly drawing little circles while delicately squeezing with the rest. I thought about trying to resist, but it was no use as she gradually coaxed my nipple to stiffen. I gasped as she slipped her thumb and finger around my erect nipple, then harshly tweaked and twisted. From the look on her face she found the resulting yelp most pleasing, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily.

I imagine you're wondering where we are going - she said while she was driving. I was amazed when this morning she had taken the driver's seat, i thought that i would be her chauffeur as another symbol of my submission to her , but Megan told me that she wanted to test the car. And staying in theme , we have to do shopping so in half an hour you have to be ready to go out. I'm going to have a shower - and she was gone . Slave we will meet at the car when the movie ends. I forgot to buy something - Before i could do or say anything, Jane increases the pressure on my head and i found myself literally crushed under her boot. When Megan was gone , Jane removed her foot from my head and pulling my blonde hair she forced me to look at herGood. Now go to prepare that sandwich, I will wait for you in the living room - she said extending her royal hand, I leant forward and humbly I covered it with kisses. Move here, you don’t have to pay anything, you can leave that horrible work and you can look for another one without hurry. A few seconds passed, before she turned her head and looked towards me in a patronising sort of way. My mother must have missed it though, as when she looked over Tiffany replaced it with a pout, then sighing she sat up and brought her legs from underneath her. I thought that maybe she was just messing around with me, trying to embarrass me in front of our mother. A little nod of her head soon corrected that idea, and when she bent her legs at the knee and raised them both, her seriousness was clear.

Good girl - she repeated and took away her foot, with my disappointment. Megan took her flip flop and she threw it across the room - Fetch ! -No, we can take care of the house for now and some work will help you to not think too much - then looking at me for the first time since I had entered in the room, she asked :

After the success of my first server, I set about creating and developing an entire network of interconnected and linked femdom servers, which today numbers around ten. This network is better known as Femdom Wiki, which is now the largest platform for listing femdom servers. Her heels twisted against my perspiring skin, and satisfied with my grunts and groans she took a moment to further humiliate me. “You do make a good pony sis.” She laughed “Maybe I’ll come with you next time you go to the field, and I can ride you around in front of your friends. Oh, what a loser you’ve become Alison, you have your own younger sister as your mistress.” God, this was so humiliating, how I ended up in this position ? I’m Victoria Thomas, I’m a millionaire girl, head cheerleader, I’m practically the princess of this stupid city and I had been always surrounded by a dozen of servants. And now I’m here cleaning the bathroom of my best friend just because she told me to do so. My best friend bathroom ? This is my parent’s bathroom ! My bathroom ! Thomas Manor is mine now and Megan is just a guest…

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I must have been a truly pathetic sight to her. Here I was grovelling at the feet of my 18 year old sister, begging her not to tell on me. It was like being infants again, as if I’d just broken our mother’s favourite vase. I suspected Tiffany was revelling in my humiliation, even though she was showing no clear sign of it. Her only movement was to occasionally rotate her feet, allowing me to plant kisses all over as she looked on curiously. It was impossible for me to leave her, it was impossible withstand more pain. So without hesitation i said : She looked tired and sweaty as we came face to face, and when she held her bag out I knew to take it from her. I figured it was best to be as nice to her as possible, as she often came home from her practice sessions in quite a bad mood. So, in as sincere a voice as possible I asked her how her practice had been. No, I have to learn to control these strange emotions that are upsetting me, it must be a strange reaction caused by the death of my parents. Yeah , it must to be that. In fact, I had never had such thoughts about Megan before. Of course I had always thought she was gorgeous but I had never dreamed of kissing and smelling her feet or her panties, just the thought is absolutely ridiculous "

Embarrassed I stepped toward her and immediately I tried to change the topic of the discussion asking her :

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I felt so humiliated and exposed on this position but it was clear that my Mistress wanted to have a clear view of my pussy.