My sister and I were very close growing up. She was only a year younger than I. We did everything together, including our early sexual experimentations. Both between ourselves and with boys. Now I know just how wrong that was, but at the time it just sort of happened and we thought it the most natural thing in the world.

We quickly discovered that my sister had a dominant and sometimes twisted streak in her. I, on the other hand, was and still am the submissive type. This combination has carried through our lives, even now with my husband, who is also the dominant type. In any event, it made for an interesting time during my late teens and early adulthood. One episode that comes to mind occurred during a summer visit to our uncle’s farm following my junior year of college.

My sister and I had not seen each other for a couple of months as we were both busy with exams. So we made plans to meet out at our uncle’s farm for a visit before taking off for our summer jobs. She got to the farm a day ahead of me. So, by the time I got there, she was already rested from the trip and energetic.

When I arrived, the family had been making plans for a trip into the nearby town the next day. I begged off to rest, and my sister volunteered to stay and keep me company. Little did I know, she had plans for me. The next morning, after all had left for a day in town, my sister suggested we go play in the barn like when we were youngsters.

I knew what she really meant was that she wanted to take me out there and tie me up for a sexual encounter as her slave. I readily agreed. She hinted around that she might have a “friend” join us, so I should be dressed appropriately for company.

Before going out for our “games” in the barn, we took a luxurious bath together, sharing a glass of wine and delicately sponging each other with bath oils ... Then she helped me get “dressed.” I ended up in red panties, the thong type, which slid right up between my cheeks. I was also wearing a red garter belt and red stockings with a small gold seam up the back of the legs. This was topped off with a red halter dress and matching high heels. My sister wore all black. Stockings, a garter belt, a black leather dress, and a pair of black boots; perfect for a strong mistress.

We walked together through the empty farmyard to the barn. The lighting inside was dim, only sunlight coming in through the rafters. My sister wasted no time getting me where she wanted, in the back by the stables. She quickly tied my hands tightly behind me with a leather strap, then tied my ankles together with a second one. After examining her handy work, she looked at me with one of her twisted smiles. She told me it was nice to have me enslaved again. All I could do was just stand there and watch her, not able to move.

She came forward to me and placed her hand around the back of my head. Then, pulling my long brown hair back to expose my neck, she began to kiss me and run her other hand over my body, down to my crotch and back up over my breasts. This got me quickly excited and damp. “That should get you warmed up a little,” she murmured. Releasing my hair. She moved to the tie on the halter and undid the bow, letting the dress fall down around my feet. Forcing me down onto my knees, she told me, “Now, it is time for you to serve my pleasures. Do me well, or you will suffer later. Be good, and maybe I’ll surprise you.”

She removed her dress and stood before me in the black stockings, garter, and boots. She was a vision of power and heat, wickedly in control. She shoved my head down and made me kiss her boots and lick all the dust off of them. I did so, slowly running my tongue all over them, from the pointed toe all the way up to where they passed her knees.

When I was through, she pulled my head back up and bent me backward, straddling my face. Her warm vagina covered my mouth. “Please me,” she ordered, “Now!” I tongued softly at her vaginal lips, sliding up and down her sweet labia. I also jabbed lightly at her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, flicking back and forth. This caused her juices to start flowing hot and fast, which I eagerly lapped up.

Her body twisted around, and I found my nose rubbing near her vaginal opening and my tongue by her anal one. So, I started to tickle her anus with my tongue, which caused her to explode in a wrenching orgasm.

After regaining composure, she laid me flat on my back. Untying my hands, she spread my arms out and retied me to two stakes she had pounded into the dirt floor. Then she knelt down and started to kiss me. First on the lips, gently, then down on my sensitive neck. Sliding her head further down, she started tonguing my nipples, running around in little circles, then sucking them in with her lips. At the same time, she used her hands to caress my belly and down around my thighs.

I felt my panties becoming soaked from my own hot fluids flowing in arousal. Slowly, she moved down my body, kissing and licking. When she reached my waist, she slid her fingers inside my panties and gently slid them down to my ankles. Neglecting my excited vaginal area, she rose, moving down to my feet and untied the leather strap from my ankles and removed my panties. She then retied a strap to each ankle and fastened them to stakes, spreading me taught and wide open on the ground. She removed my shoes and started to tickle the soles of my feet, causing me to scream in hysterical fits of laughter.

“I see we will have to shut you up,” she cackled, “or you’ll bring in the whole neighborhood.” She grabbed my sopped panties and stuffed them into my mouth, then tied a strap around my neck and mouth to ensure they would stay there. This left me efficiently muffled, sucking on my own juices. Resuming her attention to my toes, she tickled tortured me for a full ten minutes. When she was done, I lay bound in an exhausted heap, shaking and sweating from the strains.

While I recovered, she deftly lowered herself so she was straddled over one of my stocking feet and started rubbing her vaginal lips over the nylon material. As if on cue, I used my foot to slowly masturbate her to a second raging orgasm. As she recovered, she crept up and started to tease my breasts again, making the nipples hard as she tongued and bit them.

Slowly, her hand crept down across my belly towards my furry mound of hair, gently caressing me. Down between my legs, she lubricated her fingers on my fast-flowing juices. Then, with a slight twist of the wrist, she slid two fingers inside me. Finally, I thought, she would bring to me the much-needed release for sexual tensions building within.

Continuing to tease my breasts with her mouth, she slid her fingers deeper inside, massaging my vaginal walls. Not knowing at an earlier time what she had planned, I had made sure to insert a birth control device, a diaphragm, inside myself before dressing for her. When her fingers reached it, she hooked one around the rim and pulled it out.

Tossing it aside, she stated, “My plans for you don’t include this.” Then she slowly lowered her head to my vagina and started to tease me orally. Having forgotten about her earlier mention of having anyone join us, I assumed this was what she had in mind. I didn’t think much else of the action at the time.

As I lay below her, writhing under her caresses and stimulation, I saw the shadow of a figure cross over us. When I looked up, I saw a large black man standing over us. He must have been six and a half feet tall, and he had muscles bulging down his huge arms.

I managed to make some noise through my gagged mouth, which caused my sister to look up. “Hi, Peter,” she said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “ D”Dear,” she said, looking at me, “This is Peter. He is one of our uncle’s farmhands. I thought he might like to join us.” Laying there as I was, I obviously was in no position to say much about it.

Leaving me there, frustrated and very hot, she stepped up to Peter and gave him a long, deep kiss. “Let me make you more comfortable,” she exclaimed while undoing the catches on his overalls and unbuttoning his shirt. When she peeled the shirt off him, it revealed his huge muscular chest, rippling with strength. She pulled the overalls down around his feet, and as he stepped out of them, she stood up on tiptoe and started kissing him again.

He effortlessly lifted her off the ground and pushed her up against the stable wall, fondling her body and returning her kisses with a passionate power. Wonderful, I thought to myself, now I get to lie here all hot and bothered while watching these two make like a rut of bull moose. Slowly, she started to descend down his huge, muscular, black body; kissing and nibbling at his chest, teasing his nipples.

All the while, running her hands over him. When she reached his boxer shorts, she took the elastic band in her teeth and slowly pulled them down using her mouth, all the while caressing his hard, muscular legs with her hands. With his boxers off, I could see his large dark penis hanging down between his legs. Not yet hard, it must have extended eight inches down, looking like a pendulum swinging in a clock. Gently, she tongued him, first the head of his penis, then along its length; slowly bringing it to life.

I watched as it slowly hardened, the veins protruding around causing his shaft to thicken. Then, she enclosed her mouth around the head and started to suck it in. I remember thinking to myself that this was a strange occurrence, as my sister generally preferred female company. She bobbed up and down on his now rock-hard member, at an ever-faster pace. I could see him become more and more excited.

After a short while, he withdrew his penis from her lips and started to lift my sister up against the stable wall again. He got her slightly above his waist and was just about to lower her onto himself when she pulled up and said,” Stop!” Bending down, she picked up the diaphragm she had removed from me and told him, “I had some problems with my birth control and had to take it out. So, we shouldn’t have intercourse. But, as you can see, I was playing with my sister here, and she is in the perfect position for you to enjoy.”