Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 19:28:44 -0700
From: Sam B <sbsilverstars@gmail.com>
Subject: Mutual Desire Chapter 10

Mutual Desire
by Sam B.

You should not read this story if you are under 18 or 21 in some areas, or
if it is illegal where you live, as this story contains graphic
descriptions of sexual acts between female siblings and other relatives.
The events of the story are fictitious, and I do not condone these actions
in any form. Also, there are certain beliefs that I don't agree with
expressed in the story, don't assume my characters speak for me, even if
they share my name.

Finally, and this is important. Don't mix pills and alcohol. It doesn't
hurt or kill anyone in this story, because that would be a real bummer, and
this isn't an after school special. Regardless it could (and probably
would) kill you in real life.

Chapter 10: Tables Turning

As Emily walked sexily towards her, wide hips swaying, large breasts
bouncing, Sam was hit by a revelation. It was as sudden as a thunderbolt,
but several ideas came to her at once. First off, she realized that it was
impossible for there to be "equals" in a sexual relationship. Even before
her enslavement by her cousin, she had been the more submissive of the two
in her relationship with her sister. She had been lying to her sister and
to herself before. She did want Emily to be a slave. But not Mistress
Kimberly's slave. She wanted Emily to belong to her.

And she no longer wanted to be a slave. Her submissiveness had been real,
but after having experienced it for a time, she realized she didn't want to
be owned or controlled by anyone. Like girls who experimented with
lesbianism in high school or college, she had experimented with submission,
and realized that it was not for her. No, she wanted to control, to
dominate, to own other women. She would start with Emily, but by necessity,
Kim would need to be her next target.

She had seen Kim work on other girls, and on herself and her sister, and
she thought she might know how to break Kim, but it wouldn't be easy.

All these thoughts went through her mind in a split second, and she met
Emily a moment later, kissing her intensely, and the two of them fell back
onto the couch, Sam quickly flipping their position so that she was on top,
grinding her pussy against Emily's thigh which Emily returned quickly, and
the two of them worked to shove their tongues down each other's throats,
hands roaming freely over each other's bodies.

It didn't take long for Emily to orgasm for the first time. She was not
nearly as experienced as Sam, and Sam was determined to ensure that Emily
orgasmed at least twice before she let herself go. Once Emily had hit her
second orgasm she knew she might be able to strike at that point. If she
was lucky, if Emily had a submissive nature, or even was remotely curious,
she would be able to at least get her friend to agree to experiment with
slavery. And once Sam got that single day, she'd be able to get Emily to
agree to be her slave for life eventually.

She redoubled her efforts on her friend, shifting the focus slightly so
that Emily was grinding against her thigh, but Sam was not grinding as
urgently. She really truly didn't want to orgasm until she had at least a
little bit of control over her friend. When Emily came, shuddering against
her a second time, her cream wetting Sam's thigh again, Sam pulled her head
away from Emily for a moment. "I want you to be my slave," she whispered.

"Whatever you want," Emily murmured back, still grinding against Sam's
toned thigh.

"I mean it," Sam said. "I want you to be my sex slave. I want your first
concern in life to be my pleasure. I want you to take pleasure from giving
me pleasure. I want you to help me turn other girls into my submissive sex
slaves as well. I want to own your mind, your body, your soul. I want it
all to belong to me."

Emily was still grinding against Sam's thigh, but her mind was whirring a
mile a minute. What Sam didn't know, what Emily had never told anyone was
that she was fascinated by the concept of slavery, especially sexual
slavery. She had experimented with self-bondage and found it extremely
arousing, and the browser history she made sure to delete at the end of
every session on the internet was filled with lesbian bondage and slavery
images and videos. And now Sam was offering her a chance to experience one
side of the relationship, and, in fact, the side she found most exciting.

"For... how long... do you want me to be your slave... Mistress?" Emily asked,
the addition of the last word a last second decision that sent a thrill
through her.

"For as long as I want, my slave," Sam said. "Forever if I desire it."

It took Emily only a split second to reply. "I am yours forever, Mistress,"
she said.

"On your knees, slave," Sam commanded. Emily quickly complied, getting on
her knees on the floor, Sam standing over her. Emily's eyes looked
worshipfully up into Sam's face, then down her body, the impossibly large,
impossibly firm breasts, the chiseled stomach, six-pack abs clearly visible
there, her perfect pussy, somehow still virgin tight despite everything she
had put in there in the last two weeks, her long, toned legs. "Lick me to
orgasm, and when I reach orgasm, you will be my slave. I will own you for
as long as I wish, and you will obey my every command without hesitation."

Emily orgasmed again just at the sudden commanding tone in Sam's voice and
her own desire to submit and obey. She shuffled forward and grasped Sam's
beautiful, round ass, using her long tongue to pleasure her soon-to-be
Mistress. Sam fisted her hair in Emily's hair as Emily paused her licking
occasionally to nibble at Sam's clit, or occasionally suck it gently
between her lips. Sweat began to trickle down Sam's body, some trickling
between her huge breasts to trail down her abdomen towards her friend and
soon-to-be slave. Emily briefly paused, raising her head to lick the sweat
from Sam's abs, before Sam roughly pushed her head back down to her sopping
cunt.

Finally, Sam let go entirely, groaning in pleasure, exploding all over
Emily's face, and as free Emily became slave Emily, she orgasmed again,
groaning in pleasure, loving the sweet nectar of her Mistress' cum, When
Sam released her hair, she fell backwards, and still orgasming, let
darkness claim her.

-------

When she came to, she was still naked, lying in Sam's bed upstairs, but Sam
was nowhere to be found. Her friend—no, she corrected herself, her
Mistress—must have carried her upstairs. She looked around and found a note
on her pillow. She read it.

Slave,

Come downstairs as soon as you are awake. Do not dress.

--Mistress Sam

The slave Emily stood from the bed. She saw her clothes arranged neatly on
the floor, but as the note demanded of her, she ignored them, walking
downstairs in the nude. Sam was sitting on the couch in the living room
with a microphone and tape recorder. She had stopped speaking and stopped
recording as soon as she heard Emily's feet on the stairs.

She was wearing a blouse and brown slacks. She had clearly foregone the use
of a bra, and the blouse was stretched to the limits to contain the
impressive mounds. She watched her naked former friend and now slave
descend the stairs.

"Kneel, slave" she commanded, and Emily immediately complied, dropping to
her knees. Her slave looked at what Sam had been doing, but properly did
not ask any questions. Sam decided to explain anyway. "When my former
Mistress comes to this house, she will think she still controls me. She
will think I have invited her to take ownership of you. I will drug her. We
will tie her to the bed upstairs, blindfolded and gagged, with this tape
playing over and over through sound cancelling headphones, and we will
pleasure her continuously. Eventually, she will break. She will begin to
associate the messages with pleasure, and accept them as the truth of the
matter." Sam smiled broadly. "She will be my slave, just like you, Emily."

Emily gave a happy nod, and Sam pushed her pants down, revealing that she
was not wearing any underwear. She grabbed her slave's head, shoving her
face into her pussy, which Emily happily serviced until Sam reached a
satisfying orgasm, coating her slave's face in her juices.

"Fix me breakfast, slave," Sam commanded, picking up the phone as Emily
walked into the kitchen to begin making scrambled eggs and toast for Sam.
She called Kim, making sure to adopt her submission slave voice and respond
to Kim's questions with "Yes, Mistress Kimberly" and "No, Mistress
Kimberly" for what she hoped would be one of the last times.

Kim was interested in Emily, it seemed. She might have been less eager to
come over if she had known that 24 hours later, she would be Sam's slave.
However, not possessing that knowledge, she arranged to come over an hour
later and take possession of Emily from Sam.

Smiling, Sam poured a small glass of Kim's favorite liquor, something she
knew by now that Kim would want a glass of. She would show she was a good
little slave by having it ready for her when she got home. But after
pouring it, she added a couple of sleeping pills to the concoction, making
sure it stayed the right color. She made sure to add enough to knock Kim
out for a while, but not enough to harm her, she hoped. Kim was an
extremely strong girl, Sam reasoned. She would be fine.

As she finished with that, Emily appeared with a plate of food for Sam, and
after placing it before her, knelt on the floor. "Eat my pussy, slave," Sam
commanded, tucking into the eggs and sausage. The eggs were a little runny
and the sausages were a little bit burned. She made a mental note to have
Emily improve her cooking, or to have one of her other soon-to-be slaves do
the cooking. Despite the less-than-perfect food, she cleaned her plate,
orgasming twice from Emily's tongue during the meal.

She had Emily go upstairs and get her bed ready and ordered her to stay
upstairs while Sam waited for Kim to arrive. It didn't take long. Kim was
knocking on the door just a few minutes later, and Sam opened it. Kim
looked a little disappointed that Sam wasn't naked, but then again, Kim's
orders didn't require her to be when there was someone else in the house.
Sam handed Kim a glass of liquor that Kim downed quickly. "Mistress," Sam
asked, "May I ask a question?"

"I suppose so," Kim said after a moment.

"My breasts have gotten quite a bit larger over the past week. Have you had
anything to do with that?"

Kim chuckled softly. "I wondered if you would notice. Yes, I've been giving
you a little pharmaceutical creation one of my slaves came up with that
triggers lactation in women. I'm testing it on you. The milk you will
produce has some unusual properties though." Kim smiled. "It will have a
drugging effect on most women, increasing their willingness to take orders
and submit. You will be one of several cows I'll milk, and I will use your
milk to enslave women who wouldn't normally submit to me." Sam's pussy
moistened as she thought of all the uses she would be able to put that milk
to.

She noticed that Kim was starting to look a little woozy and she finally
gave her cousin the superior smile she had been holding in for so long. "I
think I'm going to use it to help me enslave you, Kim," she said.

Kim opened her mouth to respond, but then tumbled to the floor unconscious.

-------

Kim awoke to darkness. She blinked. She could see nothing. She could hear
nothing at first, and when she tried to speak, hand shoved a ball gag into
her mouth. She tried to move her arms and legs. She could feel muscles
going taut, but there was no yielding. Then a voice started speaking. She
immediately recognized it as Sam's. Sam was going to get it as soon as Kim
got free, Kim vowed. She would be reduced to a nobody, not even worthy of
having a name or ever speaking again.

"You are Kimmy. You are a slave. You will obey your Mistress. Your Mistress
is Samantha. You are Kimmy. You are a slave. You will obey your Mistress.
Your Mistress is Samantha. Obedience brings pleasure. You will obey your
Mistress. Your Mistress is Samantha. Obedience brings pleasure. You will
obey your Mistress. Your Mistress is Samantha."

Over and over similar messages repeated, and Kim felt fingers playing at
her pussy, trying to excite her. The combination of the messages and the
playing with her pussy were probably intended to turn her into a submissive
slave. But Kim was not so weak-willed as that. She would not give in... even
if it would bring her pleasure. Even if her cousin's seductive voice were
telling her how good it would feel to give in.

-------

Kim had held off her first orgasm for almost half an hour, but they had
been happening with increasing frequency since. Now in hour four, it seemed
like she was orgasming at the slightest touch. Sam had left at the end of
the third hour, and now she returned to relieve Emily, whose fingers were
starting to cramp. Sam was wearing nothing at all, except for a strap-on
and an eight-inch rubber cock. She was holding a CD and another pair of
noise cancelling headphones, which she handed to Emily.

"Those are for you. You are to listen to the CD tonight when you go to bed,
and every night for the next two weeks," she said. When Emily looked
worried she shook her head. "Don't worry. It's not a personality
modification, the way it is for Kim here. It's just going to teach you how
to be a better slave, and make sure you don't... change your mind about being
my slave." She offered one huge breast to Emily and squirted just a little
bit of the mind-control milk into her mouth, causing Emily's small smile to
grow a bit larger as she walked away to stow the CD.

Sam already had a full glass for Kim, but she had to wait until Kim had
sweated enough to work up a thirst, willing to accept the drink without
trying to order Sam to do anything. Sam still wasn't a hundred percent sure
she could resist Kim's orders. She had tested the milk on Emily for a few
things, and found that even small amounts had potent effects, but there was
a significant difference in that Emily genuinely wanted to be a slave, even
if she didn't take it quite as seriously as Sam meant it. At least not yet.
The CD would have her thinking along Sam's lines soon enough.

She did feel a little remorse about the fact that she had to so drastically
alter Kim's personality, but her cousin was not a true dominant the way Sam
was. She just had happened upon domination and thought it was a good way to
get what she wanted. She had the physique for physical domination, and she
had the mental fortitude to get people to do what she wanted. She thought
she was a dominant, but at heart, like most others, she was just a slave.
The personality modification was to keep her from denying that any longer.

Once Kim was her slave, every one of Kim's slaves would belong to Sam,
including Kari. Kari was an interesting problem. Sam loved her, but she
also recognized that Kari had a slave's mind. She put on an independent
front, but behind everything, she wanted to be controlled. She had expected
Sam to make her into a total slave earlier, and she had sounded a little
disappointed it hadn't happened. So Sam had two options. She could keep
Kari as a slave, knowing that on some level, Kari wanted that. Or she could
free her, and the two of them could be equals, owning their slaves together.

Sam's new milk-producing mummeries (she had measured them earlier at DDD)
would allow her to make slaves of just about anyone she wanted, so long as
she had the drug. Once Kim was her slave, she would be sure to figure out
who was making it and how to get a supply of it. She could always do what
Kim had planned and designate a few of her slaves as cows. Kari and Kat
would both be excellent in that position. Their breasts were already very
large. They would produce a lot of milk...

Kim seemed to be conscious again, so Sam shook herself out of her reverie,
positioned herself at Kim's opening, and in one rough movement, thrust the
entire length into her young cousin. Kim groaned against the gag.

-------

Hour later, Kimmy couldn't say how many hours later it was, she felt the
length pulled out of her, the last shudders of her orgasm dying out. She
knew the break was brief, but even now, she felt almost empty. The messages
of her Mistress continued to speak in her ears, and she took them as
absolute truth. Suddenly she felt the sound dampening headphones removed
from her head, and the gag removed from her mouth.

"Are you thirsty, slave?" her Mistress asked her.

"Yes, Mistress," Kimmy replied.

She felt a liquid, thicker than water, and about room temperature poured
into her mouth. As she swallowed, she felt the last vestiges of 'Mistress
Kimberly", the last vestiges of her resistance swept away. And she was not
sorry to know they were gone. When she had finished swallowing the liquid,
she felt completely relaxed. She could feel the sweat evaporating off her
body, cooling the skin. Her blindfold was removed, and she blinked against
the harsh light. The blur standing over her resolved itself into the form
of her Mistress. Tall, brunette, huge breasts, six-pack abs just visible, a
lean musculature that was so different from Kimmy's own, but just as
beautiful.

"Who owns you?" her Mistress asked.

"You do, Mistress Samantha," Kimmy replied with a smile.

"What would you do for me?"

"Anything you ask, Mistress," Kimmy replied immediately.

 "Untie her, slave," Samantha commanded, and Kimmy watched as her
sister-slave, Emily untied her. Emily's ass was glorious, large and
perfectly-shaped, and Kimmy felt a stirring of something within her, but it
was immediately whisked away. She sat up on the bed and looked at her
Mistress with anticipation.


"Lick my cunt, slut," her Mistress commanded, and Kimmy crawled to her and
began to lick eagerly.

-------

Sam looked down at her once-mistress now licking her pussy, and she felt
power flow through her. She had decided. Kari would remain her slave, and
with Kari's help, her Mother would be her slave by the end of the next week
as well. And when school started, she would take the student body
president, the head cheerleader, her female teachers, the principal and the
vice-principal, and anyone she wanted. She would rule the school.

She orgasmed hard, the first of many.