Growing up as the youngest sibling, you would expect a little bossiness, but when I reached forty five years old, I'd had enough and decided I was going to be the more dominant sister. Understand that I love Deborah(Debby, Debs for short) dearly, however all through our childhood and adult life, the words Debby did or Debby's done drove me absolutely crazy.
Debby is forever excelling in one thing or another, from the time she got into grammar school through to university, right up until the present day, and she now has her own business writing and delivering courses on human resource development. This takes Debby away from her family life on a regular basis, staying in hotels with only herself for company. On one occasion whilst on a telephone call with her, during the usual pleasantries she had asked what I had been spending my time doing, just for the shock factor I told her that I had joined a S & M club, joking that she ought to join. Debby, you see is very straight laced, sex in the missionary position, no sex toys and from what her husband tells me she doesn't give blow jobs, however does like her clit licked.
"Oh no I don't think so, people like that are depraved," she scoffed.
Cheeky bitch I thought, laughing I said "You shouldn't knock it until you've tried it, I really enjoy it, the nipple clamps are heaven." Straight away she changed the subject, not wanting to be engaged in the topic anymore.
When we next met at our parents house, Debby commented on how much weight I had lost and asked what diet I was on, not wanting to shock her, but wanting to at the same time I told her it's all the fucking in different positions that has made me lose weight, her response being a disapproving shake of her head.
"I suppose Alan is a member too?" she said disdainfully.
"Yes he is, but he's not the only one that is responsible, and our sex life has gone in to orbit since we joined," I replied confidently.
I could tell that she objected to my new interest, but I really didn't care. Debby has spent her whole life trying diets of one kind or another, I on the other hand have always been happy with the my voluptuous figure, yes it fluctuates from time to time, between sizes sixteen through to a twenty, but I feel good nonetheless, and I love my 40DD tits. She was never happy with her figure and still isn't, spending more time walking, at the gym, swimming or at some exercise class or other, instead of being more adventurous in the bedroom with her husband. Tom is a nice guy, but always looks miserable, could be down to never having a blowjob I suppose. On this particular meeting I noticed him a few times, checking me out, especially my tits and arse, we had a few conversations where he ogled my huge tits, I didn't mind, I felt sorry for him, in fact I encouraged it by wearing low cut tops, and made a point of getting into tight spots, just so that I had to squeeze past him, sticking my arse out ever so slightly, having no option other than to brush against his aroused cock.
"Watch out Tom, her arse swallows smaller things than that whole!" joked Alan.
"Cheeky bastard!" I replied laughing, noticing the look of lustful intrigue on Tom's face.
Debby on the other hand is a size 14, has smaller tits than me, at a guess I would say a 36DD, stands about 5ft 6in, has shapely figure I suppose, but her ass is wide. Her hair at the moment is brown, with blonde and red highlights.
Later in the evening we were all having a drink in the garden, Debby and I were sat on the decking at the bottom of the garden chatting about hair colour, as the next day she was having her's styled and coloured again. Whilst Alan and Tom were standing nearer to the patio, I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but from Alan's hand animations and Tom's excited nods, I guessed it was probably our new hobby. Intrigued to find out if my thoughts on their topic of conversation were correct, I told Debby that I was going to get another bottle of wine. Taking a slow stroll up the garden.
"Here she is now Miss S & M 2012," Tom teased with a smile.
"Don't let bossy knickers hear you saying such things, she will make you wash your mouth out with soap," I quipped.
Alan almost spat his drink out.
"I thought that was our secret pet name for her!"
"It is," I replied taking a sip from my glass, "but I'm sure Tom won't tell."
Tom nodded in agreement with me, then followed me into the kitchen, whilst trying to grab another bottle of wine from the fridge, Tom put a bottle of whisky in my hand.
"Can anyone sign up to this club I've been hearing about?" Tom inquired.
"Yes!" looking at him with a slightly shocked expression, "Why are you thinking of joining with Debby?" trying not to laugh through my words.
"No, not with her, she would never be so adventurous with her body or mind, if it isn't about numbers, employment law or diets, she isn't interested," he joked.
Returning with the bottle, Debby commented on how long I had been, and asked what were we all talking about, ignoring her completely and noticing her contemptuous look.
"Would you like another drink?" I asked with an inquisitive smile.
"Yes please, right to the top!" Debby replied.
Knowing that she was on the way to being tipsy, I did as she asked, Tom had told me years ago that whisky made her open her mind slightly, but these days she was boring. Sipping her drink Debby mentioned that she would have preferred wine, I looked at her, smiled and told her she should have gone herself. It wasn't long before the guys joined us on the decking, they brought their own tumblers, so I guessed they wanted some whisky, so I duly topped them up. After a short while the conversation soon turned to my new hobby, I think from the look on Debby's face she was more than a little interested in what goes on, even asking the odd question here and there.
"Well what do you actually do?" she asked inquisitively as the whisky began to take effect.
Just for the shock value I answered, "Sometimes I get tied up and suspended from the ceiling, then different people get to spank me, use sex toys on me and if I'm really lucky the mistress fucks me with a huge strap on cock."
"You really do disgust me, I don't know how you can be so depraved, letting other people do that to you." she hissed, spitting out her drink.
"Lighten up Frosty Crotch, you only live once!" I laughed.
Tom's face told a completely different story, he was more than fascinated, he was hanging on my every word and his eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets. Debby excused herself and stumbled up towards the house, closely followed by Tom, we could see from her flailing arms that she was near to her alcohol limit. Managing to get her into the house and settled on a chair to sleep it off, he then rejoined us on the decking...
We were chatting about how nice the weather had been that day, and out of the blue Tom asked me.
"Do you think you could make Debby more like you?"
"In what way Tom?" I replied not fully understanding the question.
"Well, you are so easy going and broad minded, there is nothing I would love better than to get home from work one night and find Debby lying on the bed, waiting for me to fuck her so hard, that she screams when she comes and then begs me to shoot my spunk right down her throat."
I sat there feeling a little awkward..
"She never makes any time for us," he said with a gloomy look on his face.
"Erm well I don't know if I can, but what I do know is that they do wife training at the club," adding that, "I could probably get her to loosen up a little bit, so that she will at least go to the club."
