(All characters in this story are at least 18 year of age)
I inspected my sister with mixed emotions. True I'd ordered her to make herself respectable for our shopping trip into town, but this was the first time I'd seen her fully dressed since I'd took her virginity and her freedom and made her my willing and wanton sex slave. Somehow it didn't seem right for her to not be naked and ready to be fucked, although she did look extremely hot dressed in a tight black top and sweat pants that emphasized her slim, lithe teenage body. In fact the temptation was rising again as I considered how easy it would be to pull those pants down to her knees and get her back where she belonged on the end of my cock, but I fought down the animal lust. I was going to have to exercise as much control over myself as I intended to over her or I'd never make good on my promise to buy my slave all the suitable implements that a deserving pain whore like her needed for proper sub-slut training.
"You'd better keep that pulled down," I said pointing to her top, which had ridden up in teenage fashion to expose her flat sexy belly but also exposed her slave name "Possessed" which she'd asked me to carve into the small of her back as a token of her serious desire to declare her submission to me, although declaring it to the outside world in general might not be such a good idea considering the incestuous taboo extremes we had reached.
"Oops," she giggled in a most appealing way and it made me glad to see her so happy and relaxed in her new found depravity. She'd always been such a solemn and studious sister whose shyness had covered her natural lasciviousness... Now I'd enslaved her and corrupted her she was free to indulge, or rather have indulged by her Master, all those burning desires she'd been dreaming of for so long when masturbation and exploration of the internet had been her only outlet.
We left the house and stepped out into a world where everything had changed even tho' it still looked the same... Mundane things like walking to our mother's car took on new meaning; visions pounded round my head of driving out to the country and fucking my sister on the car bonnet or maybe secretly playing with her always leaking cunt on the back seat in secret on some family excursion. First things first, however: Shopping today.
My sister was driving, I'd never bothered getting my driving license, and with an effort I kept my hands to myself as we drove into town; best not distract her and end up in a wreck now we had so much to live for. Our destination was an "Adult Bookshop" that I remembered from before I'd left home, although I'd never been inside. I had my chauffeur sister park up and wait in the car; she still looked too sweet and innocent to be exposed to such a sleazy establishment and as her big brother I felt obliged to protect her from the sordid side of sex.
Truth be told I didn't exactly feel comfortable as I ventured into the unfamiliar surroundings, but other than ordering on the internet I couldn't imagine anywhere else to find what I was looking for. But glancing around at the stock on display I realized that my expectations were even more off than I'd imagined.... Judging by that large variety of porn DVDs, imitation cocks and "viewing booths" at the rear of the shop, the main clientele here were people whose sex life was one of solitary pursuits.
The staff were wankers, too, and my inquiry about a BDSM section led a disinterested geezer to point out a pair of handcuffs covered in red "fun" fur... hardly what I had in mind for serious heavy duty discipline. Disappointed, I burst back out into the sunshine and rejoined my expectant sibling, her disappointment mirroring my own. Still faint heart never won fair sub and I directed her to drive to a second Adult store... This one wasn't even so well stocked that it had the fun handcuffs.
I was becoming aware of the time being wasted in this futile search and suggested returning home in defeat... I was getting hungry for my sister's tight young body again.
"I think I know a place that might have the sort of thing you need, Sir," she offered respectfully, slightly pouting at the thought of being denied further introduction into the painful delights of contact play with the appropriate equipment.
"Well, I'm open to suggestions," I said, which was the understatement of the year, and she started the car and expertly drove to the more respectable retail part of town.
We parked the car and since I had no idea of what shop my sister had in mind she accompanied me on this attempt. I sort of got the idea that my attempting to shield her from lewdness on the previous attempts at locating interesting items had left her slightly frustrated, but now we walked down the street she was bubbling over with the thrill of it all, and when I saw the store that she pointed out as our destination I was glad to have her in tow considering the window display was all girlie underwear and elaborate footwear ... a pink frilly warning that would have made braver men than me think twice. However, my sweet sibling had obviously passed through its doorway before and, grabbing my hand, boldly led me forward. Inside it was more of the same with a mixture of vibrators and dildos, but confidently she walked to the rear and through a discreet beaded curtain. The mood was visibly heavier in this back lair...not so much pink and more black...as in leather and latex...a sadist's retail paradise.
"How on earth did you find this place?" I whispered; it seeming proper to give this torture chamber supply room the proper respect.
"I've been shopping for undies and stockings in the front part with girls from school and I sort of ended up browsing back here," she purred innocently... I should have realized that her interests would have led to this discovery...I'd have to punish her for not confessing about this BDSM goldmine earlier.
I'd already made a mental shopping list of what implements I could put to good use on my precious pain whore and everything seemed to be here and at reasonable prices, although you can't put a price upon debauchery. First off, I steered my slave sister to the restraint section, picking out a stylish but solid leather bondage collar with handy D rings spaced around that I knew would look adorable fastened round my sibling's slim pale neck. I was tempted to buy matching wrist restraints but I remembered I already owned a pair that I sometime wore... I rather liked the idea of placing her in those instead of new ones.
