I Became My Little Sisters Bitch Ch 11

*represent internal thoughts not dialog*

How I Became My Little Sister's Bitch 11

13th of June

Slowly brushing her little sister's hair, part of Bex's duties are to make her mistress's life easier and that means helping her prepare each morning. Bex has been kept on a very tight and structured routine, early wake-ups with her Mistress to be put through her intense workout regimen and now an intense stretching routine. *I have no idea why she has me stretching so I my face can touch my crotch it's such a weird thing*

Then it's on to serving breakfast under the strict attention of Ma'am Tracy. Everything from posture to attitude is corrected with swipes from Tracy's switch. *I still remember the lashing she gave me for spilling Ma'am Jill's coffee, both my Mistress and Ma'am Jill seemed amused watching me squirm being disciplined, and the worst part was Mistress punished me for making her look bad; let that happen a couple times and you learn quickly that actions have consequences.*

Under the supervision of Slut Tracy, Bex has tried her best to not draw the attention of both her mother and Mistress.*I fucking swear Cinderella didn't do as much as I fucking do, and she didn't have to do as much as I do! I'm not even allowed to sit and eat with the family anymore. My place is to Mistress Alathia's right, and to silently wait for instructions."

The after-breakfast cleansing is done swiftly and efficiently by Bex and Tracy; Jill not wanting to spoil her own maid, who is helping teach her oldest daughter the correct ways of serving a mistress. Bex can't help but compare her own very short kid-like dress that barely covers her thong-covered ass, compared to her sister, who is elegantly dressed in a very sexy, pinstripe skirt and a no-sleeve blouse. It is the perfect balance of that modern, relaxed look so many try but fail to achieve. When your mother is as fashion conscious as Jill Reid, it is inevitable that her prodigy would be as equally talented.

Always the ultimate image of perfection, Jill, in her modern business suit and skirt are flawless in her appearance, addresses Alathia, "So, tonight is the big sleepover at Victoria's?"

Flicking a strand of her long black hair, Alathia responds, "It is, mother, tonight is Victoria's sleepover. She has asked me to have Bex serve as a maid at the sleepover."

Tapping her chin, thoughtfully, "I think that would be an excellent test of your maid's abilities and to find out how far she's come. With camp coming up next week, she'll have a whole week to recover from anything too taxing at the sleepover. Besides, we'll know if she's ready for camp."

With a salacious grin, Alathia can hardly cover her excitement, agreeing with her mother, but thinks to herself, *Bex and I have been going to camp for years. Is this year really going to be that much different?* "I'm sure Bex-Bex won't bring shame to our family name. Isn't that correct, my lovely maid?"

The words from her mother bounce around Bex's head. *What the hell, I thought we were going to Camp Chippewa? What new hell do my tormentors have in--*

"BEX, YOUR MISTRESS ASKED YOU A QUESTION!"

Quickly regaining her composure from Tracy's sudden outburst, Bex replies, "My apologies, Mistress and Tracy, my mind wandered, thinking of what I need for the sleepover." Bowing slightly in a feminine way, Bex continues, "I'll do my best, Mistress Alathia."

Alathia glares at Bex; Bex can't help but wither under her little sister's intense look. "Tracy, please take Bex into the kitchen and correct her little mistake, while I catch up with mother."

*Oh shit, she's pissed, fuck, fuck, fuck. Tracy is gonna light my ass up, shit, and I'm wearing the skimpiest panties ever, and I'm already getting wet-- fuck-- what's happened to me!"

Scowling, Tracy motions for Bex to follow her to the kitchen.

Wiping her lips, Jill smirks, watching her personal maid taking her daughter's personal maid away to be disciplined. "How are Bex's studies coming along, Alathia, dear?"

"I believe she's doing quite well, mother. Becoming her life coach has worked wonders for her, both mentally and physically. She couldn't be happier, wouldn't you agree, mother?"

Being escorted out of the room like a child isn't even the worst part for Bex-- it's the constantly being talked about, as if she isn't right there to speak for herself. *What the hell do they mean? I'm happier! This has been the worst month of my life, but I've also had the most incredible orgasms I've ever had.*

Taking another sip of her coffee, Jill looks around the house. "No, I see the house looks amazing, she does seem happy and more attentive; all her summer work is done. But I have to wonder if it is Bex, or my precious Tracy, who's doing all the cleaning."

With a chuckle, "Oh, don't pick on Bex, she hasn't been a maid for as long as your precious Tracy. Sure she has some hiccups every now and then, but she's doing an amazing job. And with Tracy's assistance, she's making leaps and bounds in learning the finer points of being a maid. With my guidance, she'll be ready for our senior year."

Alathia watches Bex being escorted to the kitchen. "There'll be no slacking this year. I plan to keep a tight leash on Bex, if she's going to get into the same college as myself."

Yanking Bex into the kitchen, fire glows in Tracy's eyes. "You worthless cunt, you couldn't pay attention through one fucking meal. I'll bet you were daydreaming about pussy again, weren't you, CUNT!"

Shrinking herself down as small as she can, Bex murmurs out, "Yes, Ma'am Tracy, I was thinking about how hot your wet pussy is, and how I'd love to be between your legs." Not necessarily lying, but definitely not telling the whole truth, Bex hopes to flatter Tracy into going easier on her.

Moving around Bex, Tracy has already picked up her trusty cane, and twirls it around in her fingers. "Lift your skirt and assume the position, cunt."

*Fuck, I'm already wet and horny; a fucking spanking isn't going to lower my horniness level, and these bitches have been edging me since the party almost a month ago.*

"Yes, Ma'am Tracy."

Tracy hikes Bex's skirt up, tucking it into the back of her bow, placing Bex's hands flat on the kitchen island, three feet apart, ass-out, awaiting her punishment.

Hearing the tell-tale signs of a phone's camera option being used, Bex thinks to herself, *Seriously, she's taking pictures of this punishment? Pictures of before and after? I swear I think she masturbates to these pics.* Bex says, "Ma'am Tracy, I humbly present my sexy little ass for you to correct my bad behavior."

Running her cane up Bex's stocking-clad legs, Tracy asks, "You really had my pussy on your mind, cunt?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am Tracy. I'm so wet from the thought of burying my face in your snatch, Ma'am Tracy."

The whistling sound of the cane cuts through the air making contact with Bex's thighs with a stinging crack. "All you have to do is behave, and I wouldn't have to be doing this wasting our meal time correcting your behavior."

Whimpering in pain, Bex groans, "I'm sorry for being such a worthless cunt, ma'am." *God, she's such a cunt. I swear she's more sadistic than Mistress Alathia.*

Tracy runs the cane up the insides of Bex's thighs, rubbing the cane between Bex's pussy lips. The wooden rod begins gathering Bex's own wetness on it. "I can't believe what a slut you are. I mean they call me Slut Tracy, but you, I mean seriously, you should be Slut Bex, well maybe, more like Bitch Bex."

Bex, unable to control herself, begins grinding her snatch on the firm rod, now firmly placed between her puffy swollen lips, pushing the cloth of her thong harder against her dripping sex. "Yes... Ma'am Tracy, I should be Bitch Bex, ma'am."

The wind whistles again, as Tracy brings the cane across Bex's exposed bottom. Bex struggles to keep the moans of pain and pleasure from escaping through quite a few spankings. Bex has learned she really gets off on a good spanking, but she does her best to keep that to herself. Delivering another swat across Bex's welted ass, Tracy finally relents after a total of six lashes, sending her back out to her mistress.

Retiring to the dining room, Bex catches the next question her mistress has asked her, easily staying focused. That she is, indeed, looking forward to her senior year, *Oh god, I never thought I'd be so excited about going back to school for a break from my life, school's been the thing I've needed; a break from my whole life-- not everyone's as gifted as their little sister.*

Hearing her youngest daughter laying out her life plan for her oldest brings a slight grin to the matriarch's face. "Oh, I almost forgot girls, your father sent a text message. He apologizes for missing your senior summer vacation, but it seems the merger of our two businesses has elevated his position and required him to partake in very intensive training classes. But he says he's very proud of you, Bex, for sticking to your decision to have your younger sister be your life coach and role model, and he can't wait to see you both again very soon."

*Oh no, daddy's gonna be gone the rest of summer in some work program? Shit, that means fucking Tracy's gonna be here the rest of the summer?*

As if on cue, Jill excitedly announces that Tracy will be spending the remainder of the summer with them since the twins are already off to college and her husband's been overseas for the last year and a half.

Tracy, having heard the end of Jill's announcement, places a firm hand under Bex's skirt on her very tender ass, giving it a playful squeeze. "Isn't that wonderful news, Bex?"

Biting back the yelp of pain Tracy's squeeze caused through her very staunch and gritted teeth, Bex manages a half-hearted, "That's wonderful, Ma'am Tracy."

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Approaching Victoria's home, Bex can't help but feel the nervous energy running through her body. The bumpy road isn't helping-- the buttplug lodged in her ass is sending shots of pleasure with every bump and pothole; the squirming is the result of trying to maintain her composure.

"Having trouble over there, Cunt Bex?"

"No, Mistress Alathia. I'm just enjoying the present you have inserted in my ass, Mistress." *The last time I saw Victoria, I was wheeled out as Alathia's birthday cake with a candle in my ass and whipped cream spread all over my ass and pussy.*

Following Alathia, Bex has learned it's just a step behind and to her right and to keep up her pace. Bex hurries past Alathia, approaching the front door of the modest ranch-style home on an impressive ten acres; the isolation is perfect for the girls' plans for the sleepover. With Victoria's parents being on a couples' retreat, leaving the house completely unsupervised for the debauchery Victoria has planned.

Alathia takes Bex's hand so she's facing her. "Over the next couple days, you'll be serving Victoria's guests; remember your training and don't embarrass me."

"Yes, Mistress. I'll make you proud."

*Victoria was my high school bully, and now, I'm in her web for the next couple of days. Why am I both scared to death and incredibly horny about what's behind that door.*

A playful swat to Bex's very tender ass brings a surprise yelp with a hiss of pain, and a groan of pleasure follows, bringing her back from her contemplation of her imminent doom.

"Stop thinking about pussy, Cunt Bex, you'll get your fill of carpet munching over the next couple days, I promise." Althia grins because she knows Bex's ass is still pretty tender from Tracy's punishment.

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry for my transgression, Mistress Alathia." Blushing, Bex quickly knocks on the door.

Suddenly, the door is yanked open, revealing Victoria in a very fashionable bikini. The cut of the suit shows off Victoria's exquisite curves and supple chest. The lavender color brings out the color of Victoria's eyes. Behind Victoria is Ramona, in a stunning wine-red-color bikini and wearing a red collar that really complements her purple hair. To Ramona's left is Bex's best friend, Jen, in a stunning green suit that brings her pale complexion out in an almost heavenly glow.

Like a cat staring down a mouse, Victoria greets Bex, "Welcome, Cunt Bex. So good of you to make it to my slumber party. They've become sorta famous and very exclusive. Mistress Alathia has been a guest the last two years. And you are far-too clothed right now, Cunt."

Hiding a little laugh, Alathia in a sultry tone, says, "Oh be patient, Victoria. Bex and I will change into our swimwear and meet you poolside. Bex, get our bags and meet me in the master bedroom."

"Yes, Mistress." *Shit, this just got so much worse. Now, my best friend has joined in on the fun of tormenting me, and worse... is I think I enjoy it even more when she does? I swear, I'm a pervert who gets off on being treated like this.*

Following Alathia into the master bedroom. "Well, Cunt Bex, Victoria has been gracious enough to give us the master bedroom. Isn't that wonderful, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress." *I can only imagine what Mistress had Tracy pack as clothes for me. I'm sure it's all horrible slutty clothes and maid outfits, I'll bet.*

Placing the bags on the bed, Bex silently waits for her mistress's next command. Weeks of training having been beaten into Bex; she is now hard-wired to try to anticipate what her mistress's next desire is. Rummaging through Bex's bag, Alathia pulls out a white ball of string; with her best grin, Alathia tosses it to Bex, who catches it, looking puzzled at the ball of straps and strings.

"It's your swimsuit, Cunt Bex, it's called a slutkini. It's a one-piece micro-string bikini, you'll look like a total slut wearing it. After you get that on, go find Ramona, she's waiting for you in the kitchen; the rest of us will be waiting poolside."

"Yes, Mistress Alathia; um, Mistress, I need your help to get out of this corset, Mistress."

Tapping her chin, Alathia motions Bex to turn around. "You really are a worthless cunt, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I'm a worthless cunt." Pulling the laces to let the corset spring free, Bex thinks, *oh god, I can take a deep breath again, and oh my god, I'm flat-footed having kicked off those hell heels.*, Taking the rest of the corset off, Bex catches sight of herself in the full-length mirror. *Holy shit, between my exercise routine and the waist training, my waist has shrunk and my ass has really grown.*

"Stop ogling your sexy ass, pet; hurry up and finish getting dressed, pet."

Holding up the white slutkini, Bex struggles to quickly figure out how to actually put on this ridiculous swimsuit. Bex struggles to get the swimsuit on, the very little strips covering her nipples and her clit at best. *Fuck, I'm practically nude in this thing; fuck, I'd rather be nude-- that, at least, would be comfortable not having this swimsuit trying to cut me in half.*

Glancing over to Alathia, Bex can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, seeing her little sister wearing a stunning metallic purple swimsuit.

Alathia catches her sister checking her out, putting on her swimsuit; grinning, Alathia addresses Bex, "I almost forgot, Cunt Bex, bend over. I need to put a special attachment on your buttplug before you go."

Reaching into her bag, Alathia pulls out a shiny new end-attachment. "This one is set to several remotes, all the girls will be able to make your plug activate like a call button."

*Oh shit, if Mistress is right, every girl here will be able to make my plug activate, oh god, that means even Victoria.*

Running her hands over her big sister's body, Alathia skillfully moves the straps around so they all sit properly on her big sister's skin. Reaching between Bex's cheeks, Alathia pulls the plug free from her big sister's ass with a plop sound, causing a moan to escape Bex's pink-painted lips. Alathia hands Bex the plug.

*I know what she, wants she wants a little show from me; if I don't do it, she'll give me a cherry red ass for disobedience, and that will just be blood in the shark tank* Bex thinks to herself, taking the plug from Alathia. *I hated doing this at first, but now that's the plug that's been in my ass, putting it in my mouth makes me so wet and horny, I think the crotch of this swimsuit is already covered in pussy drool.*

"Oh, Mistress Alathia," Bex says, rolling her tongue over the buttplug, never breaking eye contact with her little sister, sucking the plug to get as much saliva as she can muster on it.

"Such a hungry slut, aren't you, Cunt Bex."

"Yes, Mistress Alathia."

Taking the buttplug from Bex's mouth, Alathia asks, "Do you want this back in your ass?"

*Honestly, I do. I've become so accustomed to having my property of Alathia or my tail end in my ass, that not having one in makes me anxious.*

"Oh yes, Mistress Alathia, my slutty ass is gaped, waiting for you to put that toy back in its home, nestled between my cheeks. I'm so horny, Mistress, you've been teasing me and playing with me since the birthday party, Mistress."

"Oh, you little slut." Alathia pushes the plug back into her big sister's ass. Taking the opportunity to slip two fingers into Bex's snatch, Alathia plunges them deeply, drawing a salacious moan from her sister's pink-painted lips.

"Oh fuck! Yes, Mistress Alathia, please fuck my snatch, please, Mistress!" *Shit, it's like my pussy is all I can think of, all I can think of is my next climax; it's like I'm a junkie and orgasms are my drug-- and Alathia is my dealer.*

Working her fingers in and out of her sister's wet twat, then Alathia pulls her fingers free, placing them gently against Bex's lips. Hungrily, Bex takes the fingers in her mouth, sucking on them as she's done many times before, trying to sedate the rising desire burning between her legs.

Pulling her big sister closer, Alathia plunges her tongue deeply into Bex's awaiting mouth, tasting the remnants of her big sister's nectar. Alathia runs her hands over her sister's nipple piercings, pulling on them gently, drawing another moan from her big sister's lips.

"Oh, Mistress, please don't stop; please use me, fuck, I'm so horny my clit actually aches."

Rubbing the bell that is secured to her big sister's clit, causes the bell to ring out, and sends waves of immense pleasure through her big sister's body, whose own breathing is speeding up as she grinds her pussy against her little sister's hand.

*Hearing the fucking bell now triggers my pussy to just flow like a geyser. The thought of humping my little sister's fingers, weeks ago, would bother me; now, I can't get enough of her touch, her probing. It's taking every bit of will power to not rip her bikini bottom off and dive into her sweet muff.*

Taking in the sight of her sister teetering on sexual release, Alathia, having reinserted her fingers into her big sister, withdraws her well-manicured fingers from her pussy-slave's snatch. Alathia sucks her own fingers, mocking her big sister, who looks like a bitch in heat. Taking Bex by the back of the head, Alathia pulls her down so she is now on her knees, at a height to begin licking Alathia's pussy.

"Lick me, Cunt Bex. Ramona's waiting for you in the kitchen, and I want you to satisfy me before you leave."

In a breathy tone, Bex replies, "Yes, Mistress." Burying her face in her little sister's crotch, Bex can feel Alathia's wetness beginning to cover her face, while Bex's tongue begins exploring and penetrating Alathia's love canal, drawing some impressively lewd sounds from her Mistress.

"Oh fuck, you've gotten so much better at pussy licking, Cunt Bex; you're becoming quite the pussy hound, aren't you?"

Her face still buried deep in her Mistress's pussy, Bex replies, "Yesth, Mithathis... I'm a hoogee... putthhy... hound." Flicking her tongue, wiggling it deeply inside her sister, Bex then feels Alathia's hands clamp on the back of her head.