Mistake or not, I don’t know yet. Part 2

This is a continuation of part one. I hope you enjoyed it.

I was so exhausted the previous day from endless demands from my younger sister, who had become her “slave,” that I fell into a deep sleep and didn’t wake up until 11:00 AM. My sister woke me up, saying, “Are you still sleeping, you lazy thing? Wake up! I’ve been working alone around the house since morning, and I didn’t wake you until I finished your chores. Now get up and wash your face. I have some things to tell you.”

I woke up and washed my face, still feeling like I was dreaming. I went to my sister, who was sitting on the sofa opposite a table with some papers and bags on it. I was about to sit down next to her when she looked at me and said, “You haven’t done anything today to deserve to rest and sit. Stay standing.” I stood beside her and said, “My dear sister, I thought you were joking with me yesterday. This was one of your pranks, and I was just playing along so we could have some fun and I could help you with the housework while you brought the maid. I have to go home now.” But she didn’t reply immediately. She stood up, slapped me on my right cheek, and said, “Who do you think you are, you bald slave, that I would joke with you? You are my slave, forever, and you need to know and believe that. Now stand up so I can show you all the arrangements I’ve made for you since this morning.”

First: I contacted your husband and told him you no longer want him or his son and that you want a divorce. He agreed and told me that he and his son no longer want her after the changes she underwent after the barber shaved her head and eyebrows. He said they are now living with an alien in the house. Her personality has changed drastically; even their son is afraid of her and her behavior. He saw her masturbating on the floor of their bedroom and was disgusted by her actions. He is now initiating divorce proceedings, and I told him that you don’t want anything from him and that you will live with me.

Second: I have made a lifelong contract with you that you will become my slave and do everything I command. I have full authority to choose your body shape, your head, your hair, your clothes, and everything else. All of this is in exchange for letting you live with me in the house and providing you with food and drink, if you are worthy of it.

Thirdly: I bought you these clothes to wear at work (the alluring French maid’s outfit), and some other clothes I’ll tell you when you can wear. You probably won’t need all of this.

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Sign the contract now and take off your clothes afterward!

I stood there, stunned by everything I’d just heard from my younger sister, the one I’d always loved and helped move forward in life. Why was she treating me so cruelly?

I knew I deserved punishment for what I’d done, but not from my own sister, the one I’d grown up with. I looked at the contract; it was full of papers and legal clauses, none of which I’d read. I sat on the floor, picked up the pen, and signed them all with complete submission.

When I finished signing, she took the papers and put them in a bag next to her, to keep in a secret place later.

I stood there, not knowing what to do next, when she ordered me to take off my clothes. “Take off all your clothes right now!” I didn’t know what to do. I stammered, “Right now, right here.” She retorted, “Yes, so now you’re a good woman? As if you weren’t naked at your barber’s a few days ago, you whore!” It’s a good thing our parents aren’t alive and know what their daughter is doing.  I took off my shirt and skirt and placed them beside me. I stood up, and she pointed at me, saying, “All your clothes, my slave.” I continued to remove the rest of my clothes—my bra and underwear—until I was completely naked.

A searing wave of humiliation washed over me as I stood naked before my sister, who was fully clothed. I felt like a slave and she my queen, and moisture began to form between my thighs. Her immediate notice of my missing pubic hair caught her eye. She asked, “Did you shave your pubic hair? You’ve become all little girl. Do you see yourself as a little girl, ‘Big Sister’? Well, if you do, I’ll treat you that way. You’re my little girl slave.”

My humiliation only intensified as I stood there, completely naked—no clothes, no hair, no pride. My sister had crushed me to the ground. A small, unintentional groan escaped my lips; that was my only reaction.
My sister smiled and said, “Kneel down now and crawl to me.” I knelt and crawled to her until I was at her feet. “From now on, you will not look down.”  “Your gaze is always downward until I tell you to, and now turn around. It’s time for your haircut. Your hair has grown back, and I don’t want to see any hair on you until I decide to change that.”

I groaned softly, bowed my head, and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
She opened the boxes beside her and took out a container of shaving foam and razor blades. She started by applying the foam to the back of my head, then began shaving, first the top, then the left side, then the right. Next, she tilted my head so it touched my chest and shaved the back of my head. She repeated this three times in all directions until she was sure there wasn’t a single hair left untouched by her blades. After that, she applied a little foam to my eyebrows and shaved them. Then she wiped my head with a towel and said, “We’ll take care of your pubic hair later. Now get up and put these clothes on.” She gave me a very short black skirt that barely covered my bottom, a short black top that covered a small part of my breasts, and over the skirt, a white cape and a white hoodie. She told me to gather all these things and come with her.

I got dressed, gathered my things, and followed her. I saw a room under the stairs leading to the roof. There was a mattress on the floor, a pillow, and a small wardrobe. She told me to arrange everything in an easily accessible place so I could find it when she asked, and then follow her. I did as she instructed and followed her to the kitchen. I stood beside her, looking down, and said, “I’m finished, ma’am.”

She looked me up and down and said, “Great.” She noticed the wetness between my thighs but didn’t comment. She said, “Now get to work. You have to clean the whole house in two hours, and I’ll check everything afterward.” Then she put a weekly menu on the refrigerator. I was to cook the specific meal each day, then take a shower and stand here completely naked after three hours. We had work to do after that.

After I finished all the tasks assigned to me, I sat down while my sister ate. I approached her naked, stood beside her, looked at her, and said, “I’m ready.” She stood up and sat on the sofa without saying a word. She told me to come and lie down on her lap and began slapping my bottom, saying, “I told you to end your sentences with ‘madam’ and to always look down. This is a small punishment. If you do it again, you’ll see hell.”

Now go to your room. I’ve prepared some clothes for you. We’re going out.

I got up, looked down at the ground, and said, “Yes, ma’am.” I walked over, and when I saw the clothes I was going to wear, I was surprised to find large diapers among them, along with wide pants and a loose white shirt. I didn’t know what to do with the diapers, but I didn’t want to be late and get punished, so I put on the diapers, pants, and shirt and went to my sister. When she saw me, she said, “Don’t think I didn’t see the wetness between your thighs. That’s why I brought you diapers so you can keep your clothes dry outside. As long as you’re not wearing a headscarf, you’re like a child, and you’ll be treated like one in some matters.” I lowered my head and said, “Yes, ma’am,” and we set off. We got in the car and drove through the city. We passed the barbershop where the barber had first shaved my head, and my sister said, “You’ll forget about this place, and your barber will find another whore to have fun with.” We continued on until we reached a very large beauty center. We stopped in the parking lot and went inside. The receptionist greeted us.  She greeted my sister warmly, glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, and continued her conversation with my sister, telling her that her friend, the owner of the center, was waiting for her in her office.

My sister looked at me and spoke to me as if I were a little girl, telling me to sit down and not cause any trouble, that she would be back soon, and not to drink too much water so I wouldn’t wet my diaper. She also told the receptionist to keep an eye on me and inform her if I moved from my seat.

The receptionist replied with a chuckle, “(Diapers?)”  I hope she’s not being mischievous. I sat on the chair and sank in. A wave of shame and humiliation washed over me, and my face flushed. The employee looked at me with disdain and laughed in my face. She looked at me and said, “Sit in the chair far from the door so the visitors won’t be scared when they see your flying saucers, little girl.” I moved to the indicated chair and put my head on the floor. I didn’t move for almost an hour or more. I felt hungry, thirsty, and needed to urinate, but I resisted. After a while, my sister came and called me. I went to her and said, “I need to go pee.” She replied in front of the employee, “There’s no need for the bathroom. Why are you wearing diapers, little one? I have a spare now. Follow me.” I said, “Yes, ma’am,” and walked behind her until we met her friend, who was actually our mutual friend from school. She looked at me, laughed, and said, “It’s you! I wouldn’t have recognized you if your lady hadn’t told me you were coming.”

Then I knew that I would be humiliated many times over because I knew her to be domineering since she was young. She asked me if I was behaving well with my sister, and I answered yes. My sister intervened and said we can start with what we agreed upon, and you have time after that to discuss the remaining matters.
They walked, and I followed them. We entered a room; from the look of it, I knew it was a tattoo parlor. They sat me down on a chair, and my sister told me to urinate now because they were going to take off my diapers. Everyone laughed at the sight of me moaning as I urinated and felt humiliated in front of everyone. When they finished, they removed my diapers and cleaned me up. I lay down on a chair, and they spread my legs and raised them like a birthing chair. The tattoo artist started tattooing something on a raised mound. I couldn’t see what was being tattooed there. After about half an hour, they finished what they had done and stood me up. Then they sent me to another room, similar to an operating room. They removed the rest of my clothes, and I lay down on a bed. They injected me with something that made me lose consciousness. After about two hours, I woke up in the same position I had been in when they tattooed me. There were doctors around me wearing laser-resistant goggles, but I hadn’t fully regained consciousness yet. After a short while, they finished what they were doing to me and stood me up. They told me it was time for me to see my head in the new look and see myself. We walked a few steps to a well-lit room with a large mirror in the corner. I didn’t  I removed my surgical gown and hadn’t fully regained consciousness until I reached the center of the room. My sister ordered me to raise my head, and they removed my clothes. She looked at me with surprised eyes and said, “Now you’re what I wanted. I’ll describe you in a few words: [Little Sister’s Whore]. Go look at yourself in the mirror and contemplate the first steps of your transformation.”

I approached the mirror and saw a bald girl with a flying saucer head, huge, extremely plumped lips, and a large nose ring like the ones used on cows, dangling over her upper lip. She had the largest breasts you’ve ever seen, perfectly complementing my enlarged buttocks. I looked down and saw a tattoo above my tummies, below my navel, that read “Little Sister’s Whore,” along with a QR code. My sister told me they had laser-removed my pubic hair. I was now a little girl on one side, a sucking whore on the other, and a queen of whores with my large breasts and buttocks.  I was shocked by the horror of the sight I saw and sat down on a chair from the intensity of the dizziness and the change in my center of gravity and balance after all those changes. After that, they dressed me in other diapers and my very loose pants and shirt. After that, my sister told me, “Let’s go.” But the owner of the center came as we were leaving and praised my appearance and told me, “Look what your sister did for you, and I hope you will treat her well.” I groaned from the intensity of the humiliation and said to her with a stammer, “Yes, ma’am.” She told her, “My sister will appreciate what I do for her, don’t worry. And if you want to use her at your next party, she is ready to serve you, isn’t that right, my little one?” So I replied to her like a small child in a soft voice, “Yes, ma’am,” and we walked.

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