Mistake or no don’t now yet. Part 3

Part Three of the Story

 

 

 

After a hard day for me, as my younger sister and I were returning home by car—my younger sister who had come to describe me and brand me on my body as “my little sister, the whore.” After all the changes that had happened to my body and all the humiliation that had befallen me against my will, my desire became uncontrollable.

I nearly reached sexual climax without anyone touching me. I put my hand over my vulva, but my sister noticed and said to me without even looking at me, “Take your hand away from there, you whore. Have you sunk so low that you masturbate on the road in front of all the people around us? Your punishment will be at home.”

I fell silent and lifted my hand, afraid of the punishment.

When we arrived home, my sister got out, and I got out as well. She said, “I opened the trunk for you. Take out the groceries and follow me into the house.”

I unloaded the items and went inside. I found my sister sitting in the kitchen.

I put the groceries on the floor and stood beside her, careful to keep my head lowered, and said, “I’m finished, ma’am.” She looked at me and said, “Arrange the groceries on the shelves, but give me the large bag first.”

I gave it to her and stood to see what was inside. When she opened it, she looked at me and said, “This will be your food from now on: rice and oatmeal porridge, rich in carbohydrates. Your daily portion is one kilogram of this porridge, and if you don’t finish it, your punishment will be to eat another half kilo by force.

Now arrange the groceries and prepare some salad for my dinner, and prepare a full kilo for yourself to eat for dinner as punishment for your depravity in the car.”

After I finished preparing dinner, she came to me and handed me a pet food bowl and said, “Clean it well and put your food in it.”

I did as she ordered, placed her plate and my plate on the table, and went to call her to come eat dinner.

When she came and looked at the table, she sat down.

I was about to sit, but she said, “Didn’t you see what kind of bowl you put your food in? It’s for dogs, and dogs don’t sit at the table and eat. Come, put your bowl at my feet on the floor, kneel,

Start eating like a dog! Hurry up! I put the plate on the floor, and out of sheer hunger, I started eating like a stray dog ​​that had suddenly found food.

She put her hand on my head and said, “You haven’t eaten anything today, but you should have because of the medical tests we did before the operation while you were under anesthesia. Finish your food, then finish what’s left on my plate, clean up, and go to sleep. You have a tough day tomorrow. My friend, who was your friend when you were a respected member of society, sent me a message saying she wants to use you tomorrow before and during the party. I have an appointment with the most famous hairdresser in the country tomorrow, and it will take a long time to get my hair done before the party starts. I’ll drop you off and then go. You haveto treat her well and don’t let her complain about you.”

 

I finished cleaning and went to my room.

I found a note in the room that said: Take off your clothes and stay in your diapers and go to sleep and don’t think about touching yourself or else….

I took off all my clothes except for the diapers and lay down on the bed, but I suffered from intense lust and I couldn’t bear it, so I removed the adhesive strips of the diapers and started fondling myself until I reached the strongest sexual orgasm of my life. My clitoris was smooth and soft like the clitoris of small children, and when I finished I put the diapers back on as they were and fell asleep.

When morning came, I felt my sister nudging me with her foot and saying, “Wake up, you whore! Hurry up!” I jumped out of bed and followed her. She sat on a kitchen chair and told me to take a shower and get dressed for work.

“It’s your shift now, and you need to be in your work clothes,” she said quickly. When I returned, dressed in my maid’s clothes, I stood beside her and said, “I’m ready, ma’am.”

 

She looked at me and said, “Go lie down on the sofa.

I’ll put your diapers on.” I looked at her and begged, “Please don’t put them on now. I’m wearing these clothes and going to the party. I promise I won’t get wet today.” She looked at me and said, “Look at yourself, you little hussy! You can’t even control yourself. You’re already wet! Now go and don’t argue with me again, or else…”

I lay down on the sofa, and my sister came with diapers with little flowers on them. She put them on me, went back to her seat, and called me over.

She said, “Make me some toast and make yourself half a kilo from your food meal. Sit down and eat it before we go out.”

 

After we finished eating, she stood up and told me to clean the dishes and follow her to the car. She said she’d tell me what to do while we were on the road, but first, she had something for me. She put a dog collar on my neck with a loop that read “My Little Sister’s Whore” on the front and “If you find her anywhere, return her to her owner” on the back. Underneath, she had my sister’s phone number.

She fastened it securely and said, “This collar has a tracking device so I can know where you are whenever I want.”

 

We got into the car, and while we were driving, my sister said, “You’re going to serve my friend and do everything she tells you as if I were ordering you. You’ll even call her ‘Ma’am.’

You havedon’t embarrass me in front of her and have her complain about you.” I replied, “Yes, Ma’am.”

 

We arrived at a large house. Her friend greeted us at the door.

They hugged each other. My new mistress looked at me and said, “Hello, you little whore! Are you still unable to control yourself and wearing diapers?

Anyway, I’ve finished your look. These diapers don’t deserve to make you look presentable in front of strangers, otherwise you’ll become pornographic material for many lustful men.”

 

I couldn’t reply with a word; my face turned red, and I looked down.

My sister intervened and said to her, “You’re talking to something worthless. Don’t bother yourself. Use it and tell me if it disobeys you in any way. It deserves to be punished since last night because it touched itself and masturbated, even though I forbade it. But it disobeyed my orders. He caught it because of a slight change in its diaper, so perhaps its punishment will be greater when she gets home if it disobeys you in any way.”

My new mistress looked at me and said, “Your owner is angry with you.

Who are you to anger my pest friend? Go inside! You’ll see hell today.” I went inside and stood by the door as some of them said goodbye. She looked by the door and grabbed a dog leash hanging from a coat rack. She attached it to the collar around my neck and said, “Kneel on the floor.

I intended to treat you like a human because of what I’ve known about you, but you deserve nothing more than to be like an animal that follows its instincts and doesn’t obey commands.

” I knelt on the floor and she followed me like a dog. She said, “Even though comparing you to a dog is an insult to dogs, it’s so you learn not to anger your sister who took you into her home after all the debauchery you’ve done.

Move!” We walked down the corridor and into her large room. She sat on the edge of the bed and I sat near her feet. She looked at me, bent down, and spat on her shoes. She said, “Clean them now.”

I started to get up to get a tissue, but she tightened the leash until my head was near her feet and said “Listen to me, you whore,” she said.

 

I looked at her with pleading eyes, but her eyes were fixed on me like sparks were flying from them. I knew I had no choice, so I started licking her spit. It felt nauseating, but I endured it until I finished.

But then she grabbed my steering wheel and said, “Finish your favor and clean the other shoe.” And I did lick her shoe until it was shining.

After that, she hooked the steering wheel on the side of the bed and said, “Stay where you are. Your sister told me she didn’t shave you today and that she wanted to change your hairstyle. She left the choice to me, and I chose your new look. I’ll get the tools and come back.” After no more than two minutes, she came back with a box in her hand, which she placed beside her. She opened it and said, “Keep your head down in front of me and don’t move. I’m going to use the razor, and I don’t want to cut you and make my bedroom floor dirty with your blood. Stay still now.” She started applying shaving foam to the top of my head and began shaving. I didn’t know what new look she had in store for me, but she finished quickly and cleaned the rest of the foam off my head. Give me a small mirror so I can see myself. I looked through the mirror and found no hair on the top of my head. She had shaved my head only from the top, leaving a few strands of hair around my head. I had become bald like old men who only suffer from baldness on the top of their heads.

 

I looked at her and my eyes filled with tears, and I began to beg her to finish shaving all the remaining hair, but she looked at me and smiled and said to me, “Be quiet.

You have no right to object to my shaving. Be still. I will take a picture of you and send it to your sister to get her opinion, even though I know she will like this look beforehand, but let’s see what she says.”

After she sent the picture and they started a long conversation, with lots of staring and laughter, I knew my sister wouldn’t mind anything that humiliated me, so I gave in.

 

After she finished her conversation, she looked at me and said, “I’ve been through so much with you. Don’t I deserve a reward for this?” I looked at her, not knowing what to give her, but she stood up and told me to take off she’s shorts and underwear.

I did as she said, and then she sat on the edge of her bed, spread her legs, and said, “Don’t be surprised I don’t have pubic hair, my little one, but I’m not like you, worthless. Everyone respects me no matter what I look like. They just want my approval.

Go ahead.”

I looked at her, not knowing what to do, but she didn’t wait. She grabbed my head and put it between her thighs and said, “Start licking my vulva until I orgasm.” I started moving my tongue against her vulva and licking it like a dog licks candy. I’d never been a lesbian or bisexual, but I had no other choice. This was my life from now on: a worthless whore.

Anyone my sister wanted could do whatever they wanted to me, even my friend. The old one also began first,

 

And as I was doing that, my old life began to take shape in my imagination, when I was a valuable young lady with long blonde hair, a happy family, and friends who respected me. But there’s no point in remembering all that because it won’t change anything.

 

After about fifteen minutes of continuous licking, and my tongue and large lips went numb, her orgasm began to show.

She grabbed my head and held it in front of her vagina and ejaculated on my head. Then she ordered me to open my mouth and ejaculated inside me.

I had never tasted anything like it before, and I almost vomited, but she closed my mouth and told me to swallow it and not waste a drop.

 

After she recovered from her long, fluid-filled orgasm, she stood up and went to her closet.

She returned wearing a belt with a very long, thick penis attached. She lifted me and placed me on the side of her bed and began inserting the penis inside me. She told me not to come before she allowed me to, and she began to stroke my vagina for about an hour, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. She would stop and repeat the process until I began to cry and beg her to let me ejaculate, but she didn’t respond.

She continued until It seemed to me like an eternity of torment, but after she got tired, she allowed me to come and ejaculate. I have never ejaculated like this in my life, as if a waterfall was coming out of my body.

She filmed me while she ejaculated and sent it to my sister.

She threw down her phone and untied me from the bed. I was still trembling, but she didn’t care about my exhaustion. She stopped me and handed me cleaning supplies and told me to clean up my mess quickly. She said I will call my hairdresser to make me a hairstyle that suits me and my party.

After I finished cleaning, she called me and told me to come to her when I finished.

The day hadn’t even ended when she made me perform numerous tasks that only increased my humiliation, especially during the party. She led me like a dog through the hall and walked me to the center of the party grounds where my sister was standing. She handed her the leash and said, “Take your slave with her new look and her newfound skill of licking vaginas.”

 

My sister took the leash, bent down slightly, and placed her hand on the shaved top of my head. She said to her friend, “I hope she served you well and didn’t disobey your orders.” Her friend replied, “She was good for the first time with me.

We’ll see in the coming days. If I need her when my slave is on leave, I’ll ask you for her if you don’t have anything else you need her for. And take this bag as a gift from me; you’ll need it in the future.”

 

My sister looked at me and said, “Did you see her slave on leave? Because she’s good and more valuable than you. So, if we meet and her slave is there, your rank in slavery only allows you to be a slave to a slave. But you’re my sister, so I made you my slave, even though you don’t deserve it.” The party was filled with humiliation, with my sister talking about me in front of everyone she met and introduced me to (my older sister), but she would stammer and correct herself, saying, “Sorry, I meant my little sister is a whore, my slave,” and then the laughter would pour down on me.

 

The party passed, and we returned home. We went inside, and i started preparing the food. We sat as usual; she at the table, and I at her feet, eating my tasteless torment.

But she left me a small piece of delicious chicken breast on her plate, the same kind I’d been eating while on a diet to lose weight. After that, she told me I was exempt from punishment because her friend had told her what she’d done to me, and she considered it both punishment and reward for not embarrassing her in front of her friend and for doing everything she asked.

About a month passed, and I continued with the same daily routine of housework and preparing food, but every day my weight increased until I reached almost 80 kilograms, unlike my sister, who grew more beautiful and radiant every day.

Her hair grew so long it reached the middle of her back, and she bleached it to platinum blonde. Her demands increased; she wanted to sexually satisfy my sister before bed in many ways. My punishment was the gift her friend had given her, which included a bamboo stick that tore at my flesh when it landed on any part of my body, belts with various sizes of large rods, and a device… My hair is still bald at the top, but the rest of my head has grown to about 2 centimeters.

One day, my sister called me over, and when I came to her, she said, “It’s time to get ready. My friend and I love each other and have decided to get married. We’re going to move into her house, and you’ll be a slave to me, her, and her slaves when we’re not home.”

 

I looked at my sister, tears welling in my eyes because she was going to make me a slave to another slave. But I held them back and said, “I’m happy for you. I hope you’ll be happy in your new life with your partner.”

 

She looked at me and said, “Thank you, but don’t forget yourself and talk to me like I’m still your sister. You’re my little whore, and you’ll always be. But one thing has changed. Now you’ll be serving two main people in your life and a third who’s slightly more of a slave than you. And my girlfriend and I have a project we’ll start after we get married, and you’ll be working on it.” We got in the car and headed to the same beauty center. We went in and the same receptionist greeted my sister warmly and said to her while looking at me with disdain, “Is your whore still wearing diapers?” My sister replied, “Yes, my little whore still can’t control herself. Is my darling in her office?” The receptionist replied, “Yes, she’s waiting for you.” My sister looked at me and said, “Stay here and do what the receptionist tells you. I’ll come back soon to pick you up. We have something important to discuss about the wedding party. After that, we’ll see what we’ll do with you.”

 

 

I hope you enjoy this part. Part four, and possibly the final part, is coming soon. Let me know in the comments if you’d like more.