It is hard to fathom how I ended up in this fabulous predicament. I'm a young, virile man in my prime who had no shortage of female companions. Yet, fate had other ideas and interceded in a way I could never imagine. Almost six months ago, I discovered that my beautiful and sexy niece, Sara, was working as an escort. Then, a few weeks later, I offered her a room in my home while she went to school. I was hoping to maybe get a few fucks in with her once or twice a week. But to my surprise and pleasure, she was willing to be so much more...my slave. She decided to agree to my terms with the knowledge that I knew of her career path and that I could tell her father, my brother. After her contract was signed, I began her training.
At first, she was a little hesitant and reluctant. Not that I was expecting more. She is young, and I am her uncle. It did take some time to get over that boundary, the taboo of our relationship. However, I slowly introduced her to her role, explaining the ins and outs of the agreement and always being mindful of her reactions. At each shift in the training, I expected her to say no more, that she had reached her limit. Wherever that boundary was, I would toe the line. As much as she is my submissive, my slave, she is still my niece, and I don't want to harm her. I do love her. Instead, though, she was okay with each addition, craving the abuse and torture that I put her through. It is beyond my expectations.
In the last four months, my niece has grown tremendously in her sexuality. She started off as a slightly adventurous eighteen-year-old escort but is now a bonafide pain slut. It is almost to the point where she is unable to climax unless I'm hurting her somehow, which is fine for me. I love being able to tease her, play with her, and work her up, only to leave her gasping and begging for more. This week will be a test of her submissiveness, of her loyalty. Tomorrow, we'll be heading to my brother's house for the week, for the holidays. Sara thought she would have a break, but I quickly explained that she had no breaks. I expect her to service me multiple times daily, even in her parent's home. I know she's embarrassed and scared of getting caught. However, as my submissive, she has to comply.
My brother's home is set up perfectly for our little arrangement. He has a smaller house than me, but it is very comfortable. His house started out as a small cape, but he has added to it over the years. In its current condition, his bedroom is on the main floor, while Sara and her brothers' rooms and the guest suite are on the second floor. I believe her brothers' rooms are vacant, turned into a craft room for my sister-in-law and a nursery for their first grandchild. Both rooms are on the other side of the second floor, above my brother's bedroom. Sara's room is next to mine. It will be easy for her to slip into my room or me into hers. Out of respect for my brother, though, Sara will wear a typical wardrobe of an 18-year-old college freshman, with some modifications.
Sara comes down from her room wearing skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a beige fitted sweater. She's covered but still sexy. She doesn't have a bra or panties on, though. Her hair was down, and I was careful not to leave any visible marks on her body.
"You will remove the sweater in the car. You can put it back on when we are three blocks away."
"Yes, Sir," Sara answers as she removes the sweater. I walked over to her, turned her around, pushed her against the wall, and ran my hands up her flat stomach and over her beautiful, young breasts. I squeeze her breasts and pull on her nipples. My right hand then moved down and into the waist of her jeans, teasing her pussy. Sara's breathing became shallow as I teased her body.
"What are the rules, Sara?"
"Rule 1. I must continue to give you a blow job to wake you up in the morning as well as before you go to sleep at night. Rule 2. I must not wear a bra or panties, except if you tell me to. Rule 3. I must let you fuck me whenever you want. Rule 4. I will keep my servitude necklace on at all times. Sir."
"That is correct. What will happen if you fail to follow those rules?"
"I will be punished upon return here. It will be a level 4 punishment."
As we progressed through training, we developed a hierarchy of punishments depending on the nature of the offense. Level 1 punishments consisted of bare-handed slaps to the buttocks, breasts, or pussy. That was for offenses like forgetting to call me "sir," lying, forgetting a chore, or other minor problems. Level 2 offenses were those such as masturbating or cuming without permission and would be punished by orgasm deprivation. If she leaves the house, comes home after curfew, or wears clothing other than what I approve, it is a level 3 infraction, which is punished by being denied meals and sleeping in the cage. The cage is a large dog crate, which she will sleep in naked, in the basement, without any coverings, pillows, etc. The basement temperature is never above 60 degrees, and she will have cold showers for a week. Finally, Level 4 is the worst level. That is punishment for disobeying rules when outside the house. Level 4 punishments incorporate all other levels. So far, she has not been punished beyond level 2. Hopefully, it will stay that way.
I slapped her breasts and twisted her nipple.
"Sir," she quickly added.
"Good girl. Now, carry your bag to the car. Make sure to open your pants before you buckle in."
"Yes, Sir," She answers as I stop playing with her.
We both enter the car and begin the journey to her home. The first leg is on a secluded road that is not often traveled. As we drive, I use one hand to tease her breasts. Soon, I am uncomfortably hard.
"Kitty, time for a blow job."
My niece turned to me and leaned over; then, she readjusted her seat belt to accommodate her new position. She carefully opened my pants and took my cock in her hands. After a few strokes, she placed her mouth over my head and began to suck. Fuck, she keeps getting better and better. I pull down a hunting trail, one that should be empty at this time, and lean back, enjoying her blow job. It's not too cool out, in the low 50s, and I think I need more. I pull her hair, lifting her head off my cock.
"Exit the car and strip. The clothes stay inside," I order her. She complies though I can tell she's confused. I exit the vehicle and walk over by her. I push her against the car, leaning against her front, as I kiss her. I rough turn her, bending her over the hood of the car as I push my swollen head into her tight ass. I push deep inside her, fully sheathing myself as I begin to thrust.
"Beg me to go harder and faster, as loud as you can, and don't stop begging. You are not allowed to cum."
"Please, Sir, harder and faster, more, deeper, harder," Kitty repeats. I smile. I love making her beg for it, knowing she's fulfilling my fantasy. I push her body harder against the car, knowing that she is not comfortable. Her comfort doesn't matter. I grab her hair, wrapping it around my hand, and pull on it with each movement of my hips, using her hair as if it were the reins of a horse. I feel my balls begin to contract, and soon I am filling my niece with my cum.
"I'm dirty, clean me."
Kitty goes to her knees and cleans my cock as cum drips out of her ass. I open the car's glove compartment and toss her a package of baby wipes. "Clean yourself up. I don't want any stains on the seat or clothes. Then, get dressed. I sit in the car, warming up while she cleans the cum off her. I know she did not orgasm, which is the way I want her. She finishes and opens the door to get back in the car. On her seat is a wee-wee pad that you would use to train a dog to pee.
"Pull your pants down to your knees and then sit down."
She complies, and when she is seated, I take out a small, powerful vibrator and place it against her clit. I then place a blanket over her lap. The tight pants keep her legs together, holding the vibe in place. I turn on a program on my phone and watch as she trembles from the vibration against her swollen clit.
