Message-ID: <4608eli$9710051132@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cmoon01@aol.com (Cmoon01) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: CMoon Story - Dominant Sister-in-Law Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971005045801.AAA10485@ladder01.news.aol.com> A CMoon Story Do not read this story if under age. DOMINANT SISTER-IN-LAW The drawer slid open silently, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief, aware of the swift beating of his 38 year old heart. He crouched over the opened drawer and his eyes widened at the sight, even as his nostrils flared as he breathed in the sweet smell. His cock stirred in his pants; he tried to fight it, knowing his time was short. What could be worse, he thought, than being caught, with a raging erection, rifling through his sister-in-law's panty drawer? After taking another quick look around to make sure he was alone, he reached one tentative, slightly trembling hand into the treasure chest of her scanties. Pair after pair of the sexiest garments imaginable, belonging to the sexiest woman he knew. Mainly white or light pastel, though a few pairs in black, and another in red, caught his eyes. Skimpy and seductive, these were not your cheap department store variety. Designer labels adorned the panties, expensive underwear his wife's successful younger sister could well afford. He withdrew a pair of ivory silk panties which could almost have qualified as a G-string. They felt unbelievably soft in his hand, and he lovingly brought them to his nose, inhaling their aroma deeply into his nose and lungs. His penis gave another twitch, reminding him of his highly aroused state. He replaced the sniffed panties, and searched the drawer again with his eyes, spying a pair of pink French-knickers. His fingers closed on them. Reverentially, he withdrew the knickers, caressing their satiny fabric. He stretched them out before him, trying to imagine them covering the fabulous body he yearned for so much. Removing a hand, he unzipped his fly, and released his hardness, which was by now dripping from the tip. He had long abandoned his effort to control himself. Tony slowly brought the knickers up to his face, sniffing the air, testing how close they had to be before he could catch her scent. It was only about three inches from the tip of his nose when the aroma of her pussy wafted to his nostrils. He smiled as he caught her scent and impulsively rubbed his nose on the crotch. "What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Tony looked up, shocked and embarrassed to see his sister-in-law, Jenny Wright, standing at the door. He had been caught! His mind went numb. The only thought in his head was that he could offer no excuse. Caught in her bedroom, her panties pressed to his nose, his erection naked and obvious. If only the ground would open and swallow him up! Even her lovely body, long legs splayed beneath her brief dress, failed to distract his attention from his plight. The French knickers he had been nuzzling fell gently from his fingers, but embarrassingly landed on top of his erection. He moved to pull them away, acutely aware that his penis had jerked into further hardness at the feel of the slight caress, and was appalled that his pre-cum had already soaked into the fabric of her underwear. She was furious, green eyes flashing her contempt. Reaching down past his erection, she slammed the drawer closed; the atmosphere was tense, and she was clearly trying to hold her temper in check. The same hand that closed the drawer retrieved the knickers, while her other grabbed him by the ear and began to haul him to his feet. "Jenny, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me..." "Save it, pervert," she muttered, raising her hand and forcing her brother-in-law onto his toes. Wearing her heels, she was a few inches taller than him. "Wait until I tell Catherine about this!" Tony wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. "Please, Jenny, please don't tell Catherine. Things between us are bad enough as it is. This will finish us." "Too right it will, and no bad thing, either, you disgusting, filthy little pervert." Tony cringed under her contempt. "Jenny...I'm so...so...." "Save it, asshole." She looked at him thoughtfully. "Did you enjoy it?" "Enjoy...what?" "Did you enjoy sniffing my panties, you pathetic pervert?" "I told you, I'm sorry about that..." His sister in law took a deep breath. "In about 30 seconds I'm going to start screaming at you, and then my sister and our friends will come running up here to see what's happening. And I'll make sure everyone you know finds out about your sordid little habits. Unless you start answering my questions. Now, did you enjoy sniffing my panties?" The sexy 26 year old stood before him, hands on hips, beautiful in her anger. Expecting an answer. "Er....." She raised an elegant eyebrow and took a deep breath. "Yes, Jenny." A quiet, ashamed voice. She fixed him under her steady, contemptuous gaze. Had she not heard him? Or was it not enough? "Yes, Jenny." he spoke in a louder voice. "I enjoyed your...panties. And I can't tell you how ashamed....." "Shut up, wanker." For the first time, Tony began to feel angry himself. He had been caught in an undeniably, embarrassingly compromising, position. But this youngster couldn't talk to him like this. Jenny saw his masculine pride beginning to assert itself, and moved to squash it. "Do you deny what I saw, you pathetic piece of shit. You sneaked into my bedroom, you were sniffing my panties and jerking-off. While your wife - my sister - was downstairs!" Tony's anger dissolved as quickly as it had arisen. She was right, and he deserved her scorn. "Now, listen to me. I could ruin your life right now. Professionally, you'd be a joke wherever you went. Catherine would divorce you, and under the circumstances she'd get the house, the cars, everything. In my opinion she'd be well rid of you. Even your own family would shun you." The enormity of his situation began to dawn on him. She was right. He was ruined. "But there's an alternative. You can accept your punishment from me. If you ask me nicely. And I'll keep quiet about your disgusting behavior. There was silence in the bedroom, broken only by sounds of the party downstairs. She looked at him and he looked at her. His mind spun, he tried to take in the implications, but was confused. He recognized a lifeline when he saw it, though. "Jenny, I'll be....I'll be happy to take whatever punishment you think fitting." "I said, you have to ask me nicely, pervert. And you don't deserve to call me Jenny. From now on call me Jennifer. In fact, make it Miss Jennifer in private." Her words stung. He had thought she liked him, respected him. Obviously, her eyes had been opened. "Please...Miss Jennifer...please will you punish me for my....disgusting behavior." For the first time, she smiled, a beautiful, radiant smile that transformed her features. Suddenly she was again the sex kitten he had so secretly lusted after. "I'll be happy to, pervert. But first, let me get what I came for." She walked over to her dresser and picked up her camera. Returning, she handed back her panties to him. "Okay, this is your lucky day. You get another sniff! Make it good for the camera." Tony was shocked. "You can't expect me to..." "I want proof before I let you away from here, panty lover. Or would you rather I started screaming?" He could see there was no arguing with her, no leverage he could bring to bear. Reluctantly he raised the panties back to his nose, watching her amusement at his discomfort, all too aware that his erection was as hard as ever. "Turn around a little, panty-boy. Give me a good view of that little cock of yours." ********** The next day he found himself back at his sister-in-law's house. She had been insistent that he report to her at 1 pm, denying him his usual Saturday playing rugby, and afterwards getting drunk with his buddies and a local strip club. He always looked forward to his Saturday's; to Tony booze and debauchery were a vital part of what being a real man was all about. Making him miss his usual routine was a harsh punishment in itself, but he knew she had something else planned - something he was afraid would be worse than missing his rugby. The rest of the party the previous evening had been difficult. Not only had he been instructed to remain with his wife for the remainder of the evening, Jennifer had told him to make sure Catherine had everything she needed. He was to fetch her drinks when required, laugh at her jokes, appear fascinated with her conversation - and not to interrupt her. He was even instructed to light her cigarettes for her. Worst of all, he had to do all this an not consume any alcohol - he was to drink only milk! His wife had been surprised at his attentiveness, especially when he didn't complain about her smoking as he normally did. She was also amazed to see him refusing alcohol, almost laughing out loud when she saw his drink of choice was milk. Catherine did not notice her younger sister's close scrutiny of his conduct over the next few hours. He rang her bell once and waited, as instructed. He was sure that he'd be able to smooth things over, to apologize and go on his way. He felt conspicuous as he was made to wait on her doorstep for several minutes, and his impatience and anger began to grow. He also found himself wondering what his sister-in-law would be wearing. Jennifer was a model much in demand - understandable, when you saw the amazing face and body she possessed. His wife, Catherine, was a good looking, almost beautiful woman in her mid-30's, but Jennifer - she was drop-dead, out-of-this-world gorgeous. When the door opened he was harshly ordered in, and found himself slightly disappointed. Instead of the exotic outfits he'd been fantasizing about, Jenny wore a pair of tight denims, a close fitting sweater, and high heels. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a casual pony-tail, and she wore no make-up. His sister-in-law had obviously made no particular effort for him - in fact, she looked as if she'd only recently got out of bed. With a smile she passed him a photograph. "An excellent shot, don't you agree, Tony? Even with my panties pressed to your nose it's obviously you! And look how proud of your little hard-on you appear - you seem to be pushing it at me!" The feelings of shame washed over him again, even more intense than the previous evening. As she had counted on, he felt even more powerless than before. "Okay, Tony, here are the ground rules. You speak only when I require an answer. You do exactly as I say, without question. I don't want any backchat, I don't want to have to repeat myself. Anytime you think you've had enough you're free to leave - and I'll send out copies of this photograph to everyone you know!" He was in a no-win situation. He knew it and so did she. "I want you to strip - and I mean completely strip. Fold your clothes neatly on this chair. Strap this collar around your neck, and wait here for me, on your hands and knees." Without waiting for an answer Jenny turned on her heel and left him alone. She kept him waiting for a quarter of an hour this time, a long 15 minutes in which he was acutely aware of how foolish he appeared, crouched in the middle of her hallway, naked and collared. Oddly, his cock was again stiff with the humiliation of it all. Jennifer was businesslike when she returned, smiling happily at his obedience as she knelt and clipped a leash onto his collar. "Follow me, pervert. On your hands and knees!" He was led up to her bedroom again, entranced by her tight bottom, wiggling sexily before him but so out of reach. When they reached her bedroom she sat at her dresser and pulled his head close. "Now, listen boy. I'm going to paint your lips with some of my lipstick, and I want you to watch carefully how it's done. From now on, when you report for your punishment you will be wearing lipstick. I want to see a different shade every time, and you're not to use Catherine's, I expect you to buy your own. And you're to buy your lipstick at the same store each week, one only each time, and send the receipt to me as proof. No extra purchases to try to hide the lipstick. I expect to have received the receipt here each Friday, at the latest. For your own sake, when I open my door you'd better be showing me sexy, glossy lips." Luckily, Tony was so shocked that he was dumbstruck, and didn't upset her further by answering back. As he knelt before his wife's sister he began to realize that he was in a situation that he really didn't like. She applied the lipstick expertly, a glossy, bright red color that he had noticed her wearing once or twice. It was her "sexy model" lip gloss, and she had usually teased him subtly when wearing it. Despite the intense humiliation, Tony couldn't deny that he was extremely turned on. It was a combination of her closeness, her perfume, his nakedness. Perhaps even the fact that she was applying lipstick to him, though he had never before felt such feelings of submission. He tried to hide his erection from her beautiful eyes, which he stared at as they, in turn, were occupied by the task in hand. "There, I think that'll do. Have a look and tell me what you think, sissy." Reluctantly, Tony crawled over to the mirror and, raising himself to his knees, gazed in dismay at his reflection. It was him, but he now looked softer, more vulnerably feminine, and more ridiculous. It was amazing how a little lipstick transformed him so much. "Do you like what you see, pervert?" Jennifer asked, pointedly. "Er.....Yes, Miss Jennifer." "Good answer, boy. Now, I expect you to apply your own lipstick from now on. God help you if you turn up for your punishment without it." Tony wanted to argue that it would be impossible, people would see, he'd be a laughing stock. But he'd begun to realize that he wasn't meant to argue, his views were irrelevant. "Now, your punishment. I'll bet you've been looking forward to this, pervert. Follow me." So saying, she again took a firm hand of his leash and led him back downstairs, and he felt a growing fear as she led him on down past the living room, down into an ominous looking basement. It looked like it was rarely used, and only a few cardboard boxes and an old bicycle occupied the space. Apart from the centerpiece, a large, sturdy armchair which stood proudly alone in the middle of the cold cellar. "Right, up on your feet now, pervert. I want you stretched over the chair, with your pathetic ass in the air." Tony moved to obey, gradually realizing the intent. As he stretched over his sister-in-law tightly fastened his ankles and wrists to the legs of the chair with scarves. He began to feel true fear grip him, and anxiously ran his tongue over his lips, which only served to remind him he was wearing ladies lipstick. "You didn't give me much time to prepare, I'm afraid, sissy-boy, and this is only a temporary arrangement. I'm going to get some proper equipment installed, since you'll be a regular visitor." He groaned quietly as, crouching before him, she secured his wrist, looking up into his face and smiling. He was totally in her power now, bound tightly in what he guessed was a sound-proofed room. She could leave him here to rot if she wished. "This is your punishment position. I'll probably send you down here after I inspect your pretty lipstick upstairs, panty-sniffer. I'll get handcuffs or something, you should be able to secure yourself and save me the bother. Understand?" "Yes, Miss Jennifer." "Good boy." She stood up, leaving Tony's head bare inches from the floor. He gazed for a moment at her lovely feet, encased in high heels that looked quite cruel and fearsome when seen from his position. He listened to those heels click on the concrete floor as she walked around behind him, and he again felt intense embarrassment as he imagined her examining his naked ass. He jerked suddenly as she began to stroke his cheeks. "Oh dear, my little pervert, you are tense, aren't you. Can't wait for your punishment to begin? Be patient, we'll get started when I feel like it. You wait here for me." He heard a soft chuckle, then listened to her footsteps as she walked away from him and up the stairs, where she turned out the light, leaving him in pitch darkness. He wanted to shout out after her, to voice his outrage, to tell her to get it over with. He kept quiet, though, already intimidated into accepting her will. He thought of his buddies, free from their wives and girlfriends for the day, getting ready to play hard, competitive rugby in the mud and grass. Looking forward to a day of freedom, and night of lechery and comradeship. And here he was, strapped naked in his sister-in-law's cellar, awaiting a beating. He cursed. Obviously, the quick half-hour punishment he had expected would last all afternoon. As he lay in the dark, listening to the muffled noises from the rest of the house above, he reflected on what his sister-in-law had said. She seemed to think that this would become a regular occurrence, his visits for punishment. He had hoped that life would get back to normal after she'd vented her anger on him, but she seemed to be laying long-term plans. And he knew that he was in no position to refuse. The butterflies in his stomach had been given almost half an hour to exercise their fear before he heard the door open. The light seemed blindingly bright after his sojourn in the dark, and the familiar sound of her high heels echoed through the basement as she descended towards him. His fear of the coming ordeal grew stronger. "Still here, pervert?" she laughed, and her feet and ankles came into his view. "You must be really keen to have me strap your sissy ass." Stretching his neck, he managed to move his head to get a better view of the goddess above him. Her eyes seemed to sparkle her excitement, her luscious lips were parted in anticipation. She had been looking forward to this moment, had been deliberately playing it out, but even she had been taken by surprise at the strength of her emotions. She could feel desire stirring in her nipples and pussy - not desire for the piece of dirt bound before her, but excitement at the action she was about to take, at the power she was discovering inside her. She had never liked her brother-in-law, and now she was really going to get her kicks by putting him firmly in his place. Tony noticed the thick leather belt hanging from her slim hand, and she saw the expression in his face as, for the first time, he truly realized what was about to happen. The delicious feeling in her pussy intensified. "I'm afraid this is all I've got just now, panty-boy. Hopefully, by the time of your next visit I'll have a wider selection of instruments, but until then this will do just as well." She walked around behind him, and his anxiety gripped him even more firmly. To his surprise, he felt her hand reach between his legs, and her slim fingers curled themselves around his still-stiff penis. He gave a small gasp of pain as she roughly pulled it down between his opened thighs, where it was now clearly visible to her eyes behind him. "My, you are looking forward to this, aren't you? Is this is hard as it gets, pervert?" She waited for an answer. "Yes, Miss Jennifer." She laughed. "No wonder my sister is frustrated. I think I should encourage her to find a real man to satisfy her, since you're just a panty-sniffing sissy. And I have a sissy-ass at just the right height, and a sissy-cock in the proper position for punishment," he heard her conclude with satisfaction. But still the ordeal didn't start, as he clenched and unclenched his ass-cheeks involuntarily. What the hell was she waiting for? WHAP! The stroke of her belt took him by surprise, just as he'd relaxed his bottom. The pain jolted through him, but as he opened his mouth to scream another stroke descended. WHAP! This time he did scream, a loud, desperate cry that echoed all around him. A sound that was gratefully devoured by the woman behind him. "Stop whining, sissy-boy. If you're not man enough to take my punishment, you shouldn't sniff my panties." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The torment was indescribable, Tony felt his ass was on fire and he struggled frantically, but uselessly, with his bonds. Jenny was merciless in her punishment, almost losing herself in the ecstasy of strapping her obnoxious, disgusting brother-in-law. Her spare hand began to rub the outside of her denims, up and down her crotch. Finally, she dropped the belt and gazed at her handiwork. Tony's ass was now bright red, with a few darker weals showing that some colorful bruising would soon appear. He lay, broken and sobbing, across the chair, and Jenny realized how close she had come to orgasm. Swiftly, she left the punished man in the darkness once again as she went to her bedroom and stripped off her jeans and panties. Reaching into a drawer she brought out her vibrator and, laying back on her bed, started to ease the powerful feelings that had been aroused..... ********** It was impossible to tell how long he had waited after his punishment, how long, after his sobs had died down and his burning ass had turned into a dull, persistent ache. Hours and hours, at least. What had happened to Miss Jennifer? The silence was eventually broken when the cellar door was opened, and he again heard her footsteps descending. "Getting tired of waiting, my little sissy? I'm so sorry - I forgot all about you." She laughed at the lie. She had been unable to get the vision of his helpless, punished body out of her mind. "Where...where were you, Miss Jennifer?" he asked with a croak. "Oh, I was shopping with your wife," she replied gaily, bending to unfasten his limbs, "She thinks you're at the rugby, and expects you'll come home tonight blind drunk, as usual." His legs were unfastened. "Catherine told me she enjoyed last night, that it was a surprise to see you sober and well-mannered at a party for once." His wrists were freed and he slowly sank to the floor, aware of the stiffness throughout his body. Looking up, he noticed his tormentor looked fabulous. She had apparently showered and changed her clothes after beating his ass, and his soft cock began to once again erect as, even through his discomfort, he admired his sister-in-law, standing above him. She had changed into a pair of leather trousers and high heeled black boots, a white blouse and dark jacket. Her face was immaculately made up, and her long, blonde hair shimmered as it lay across her shoulders. "You know, sissy, she's fed up with you coming home drunk on Saturday nights and trying to make love to her. Catherine can't remember the last time you gave her an orgasm, and I think that's disgraceful." Weak and sore at her feet, Tony was shocked at what his sister-in-law was saying. His wife had no right to talk about such things with another person - even her own sister. "So tonight," continued Jenny, "She's in for a surprise. You'll go straight home, and tell her how much you missed her. When you go to bed I want you to go down on her - worship her pussy with your lips and tongue - no fingers! Catherine tells me you have never done that. You really are pathetic, aren't you, sissy-boy? You sniff my panties, but won't lick your own wife out! And you'd better do a good job and make sure she enjoys it, or you'll pay for it next Saturday! Do you understand me?" "Yes. Yes, Miss Jennifer." "Good. Since you've been such a good sissy today, I've brought a treat for you. Onto your hands and knees." With a little difficulty, he shook off his aches and assumed the position. As his sister-in-law approached she produced a pair of panties and waved them before his face. "I took these off earlier today, and I know how much you enjoy sniffing my panties. If you ask me really nicely, I'll let you smell these before you go." He wanted to refuse, to stand up to this young woman who had tormented him so much today. But the panties were so pretty, pure white with little yellow lace frills. And she had worn them?!" "Please, Miss Jennifer, please may I be allowed to sniff your beautiful panties?" With a contemptuous laugh, the panties were drawn to his face and held gently under his nose. He sniffed deeply, savoring the incredibly arousing smell, feeling his cock growing firmer beneath him, ready to burst forth his tribute to her. His humiliation was complete, but he was beyond caring. Again, pre-cum formed itself on the end of his aroused cock, and he felt that, given a few moments more, he could cum without touching himself, the power of her panties was that strong. Jennifer, however, had no intention of allowing him release, and removed her panties from his nose, satisfied with the look of disappointment but acceptance in his face. "I think it's about time you thanked me, sissy." "Thank you for allowing me to sniff your panties, Miss Jennifer." She laughed. "And for earlier?" He swallowed. "Thank you for taking the time to punish me this afternoon, Miss Jennifer." "You're very welcome, my little pervert. Now, go get dressed and get your pathetic ass over to your wife. Don't forget your instructions! I expect you back here at the same time next Saturday." "Yes, Miss Jennifer." He stood and slowly walked up the stairs, his ass still tender but the stiffness in his limbs beginning to vanish. He removed the collar and lead from around his neck and swiftly dressed, noticing that it was almost 7 o'clock. He was almost tempted to make for his regular bar, but knew he'd be made to regret it, so he headed for home. He had more instructions to carry out, and if he did a good job it might go down well with Miss Jennifer next Saturday. Behind him, Jenny reflected on a highly successful day. She was already looking forward to next week, when she'd get to try out some of the crops and whips she'd ordered. Suddenly she laughed out loud, causing her blonde hair to cascade in gentle waves across her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled in pleasure. "I wonder if I should have reminded the wimp he's still wearing my lipstick!" THE END...? (Unless you want to read what happens next!!) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /