[Fiction] My Sister's Friends

[theonlybassy]

I was just wondering when this story was going to kick off again?

[05slave]

I wish this didnt die.
To bad it didnt keep going

[FLCL]

I'm sorry that I've been such a negligent author. I still want to finish this story, but it would be irresponsible for me to say that I will commit to a schedule again after failing at it so many times in the past. No, I think I'll just try to post when I can. Maybe it will be finished some day.

Short chapter here. I'm thinking I may stick with shorter chapters. I think it might be easier for me to keep up the writing momentum this way. We shall see.

Chapter 35

"Okay, rule number three," Lindsay said as she continued with the slow strokes of my erect penis. "From this moment on, I will be the only object of desire in your world. If you are thinking that someone is pretty, sexy, hot, or anything like that, you had better be thinking about me. You may not look at other girls longingly. You may not imagine having sex with another girl. If you are horny, you must focus all of your sexual energy on me or the thought of me.

"Obviously this means that you may no longer view pornography. But this also means that you can no longer look longingly at pretty girls that you see in your everyday life. If you find yourself naturally attracted to a girl that is not me, you should look away and focus those thoughts on me and scold yourself for being an unfaithful subject."

It took me a moment to process what this meant. The first two rules were easy compared to this one. For those, I just had to do what she said to do. But for this one I had to think what she told me to think. This was more than just controlling my actions through an unending series of dares. She wanted to control my mind too.

Lindsay noticed my hesitation to affirm the third rule. She stopped stroking me and asked, "Are you considering denying your Queen?"

"I'm sorry, my Queen," I answered immediately. Then I offered an excuse, "I was only wondering how you would enforce this rule."

Lindsay answered in even tone, "Are you not my loyal subject? If you agree to my rules, will you require constant supervision in order to live up to your word?"

"Of course not, my Queen," I told her. "I will do what you say, even when you're not watching."

"So you agree to obey my third rule?"

"Yes my Queen. I want nothing except for you."

"Good," Lindsay smiled at me and resumed stroking my dick.

And there it was. I had agreed to let Lindsay have everything: mind and body. As anxious as I felt, surrendering this much of myself to her, I have to admit that it turned me on. The thought of it combined with her stroking my dick brought me to the edge of climax and I remembered the second rule.

"My Queen..." I moaned softly, "I... uhhh... cum?"

The stroking stopped suddenly. I opened my eyes to Lindsay smirking. "No," she said, "hold it in. That's an order."

[05slave]

wow that not bad, glad that its back

[Nwbie]

Glad you're back

[FLCL]

Chapter 36

I struggled to bring myself back from the edge of orgasm. That familiar tingling sensation rushed through my body and my balls ached for release. I grunted lowly as I fought my way through it. When it was past, I took a few deep breaths and Lindsay praised me, "Good boy, Pat!"

"Gee, that seemed rough for you," she poked after a few seconds had passed.

"Yeah, I almost couldn't stop myself," I commented. "So what's next?"

"Well, actually I'm pretty tired. I think I'll go to bed."

I looked down at my achingly erect penis and started to think aloud, "Um..." But before I could formulate the question, Lindsay answered it for me, "No Pat, you won't be getting off tonight."

"Couldn't I just..."

Lindsay interrupted me again, "First of all, are you talking back to me? And second of all, what happened to 'my Queen?'"

Oh crap. I had forgotten the rules for a moment. I tried to retreat, "I'm sorry my Queen. I wasn't thinking."

"Between this and the tickling while you were supposed to be helping me undress, you had better be thankful that I am a kind Queen."

"I am my Queen. You are as kind as you are beautiful. I don't deserve to be your subject."

"Good. I'm glad that you understand your place."

Lindsay got up from the bed collected her clothes that we had tossed aside earlier. She started to get dressed and I went to my dresser to get some pajama pants.

"What are you doing?" Lindsay asked.

"I'm just putting something on to sleep in ... my Queen," shoot, I almost forgot again.

"You will sleep how you are," she instructed.

"My Queen, you want me to sleep naked in bed with you?" I asked.

"Of course not," she replied, "you'll sleep on the floor. No pillows or blankets either."

"Yes, my Queen," I answered in defeat.

"Now before you do anything else, I want you to go to the bathroom and clean that mark of shame from your stomach."

I looked down and remembered that I still had the word "LOSER" written down the length of my torso. My face burned with embarassment.

Lindsay continued, "...I've grown tired of looking at it. While you are there, you should think about how happy you are to be my subject and how you want to submit completely to my every desire."

I walked naked down the hallway and entered the bathroom. I was embarrassed to be naked, to be owned, to be literally marked a loser. But I didn't fight it. I let it wash over me. I am the property of Queen Lindsay. I have no pride to protect. I exist only to please her.

I searched the bathroom for something that would clean permanent marker. I grabbed a bottle of nail polish remover and some large cotton swabs and started scrubbing. As I watched the letters fade I thought about Lindsay. I really do like her. I want to please her, to make her happy. And I want her to use me. I want to be her willing subject. I will attend to her every whim.

I was still hard by the time the letters had been erased. Thinking of Lindsay had kept me that way. My chest and stomach were all red and irritated from scrubbing.

I opened the bathroom door and Dakota was standing on the other side reaching for the doorknob that I had just pulled away.

"Oops, oh hey Pat!" she said.

"Uh, hey." It was hard to play it cool while I was naked.

"Hey, that, uh, word came off your chest," she said, noticing the big red patch on my torso. "That's cool. I thought you might be stuck with that for a while."

"Yeah, I had to scrub it with nail polish remover but it's off now."

"Good... good. Well, I just came up here to use the bathroom because Rachel is in the one downstairs."

"Oh, okay. Well I'll just get out of your way then."

The awkward tension was excruciating. I slid clumsily past her on my way back towards my bedroom and she entered the bathroom and quickly closed the door. I had just scrubbed the word loser from my stomach, but I felt like it was still stamped on my forehead.

[jklivin]

Great update glad this story is still going

[FLCL]

Chapter 37

I entered my bedroom and Lindsay was sitting on my bed, playing with her phone. She turned to look at me and then said, "Oh good, it came off. I was getting worried when you were gone for so long."

Lindsay hopped up from the bed and stood right up against me. She grabbed my still mostly hard dick firmly and asked, "Did you do as you were told and think about me while you were in there?"

"Yes my Queen," I answered.

"Tell me what you thought," she instructed.

"I thought... I thought about how beautiful you are. How much I want you. I thought about how lucky I am to be your servant. I thought about how much I desire to serve you and make you happy."

Lindsay smirked at me, "That's good. I'm happy you feel that way. You should also remember to do as I say immediately and to think about what I would tell you to do even if I haven't given you explicit instructions."

"Yes my Queen."

Lindsay looked down the length of my body and ran her fingers through my pubic hair. "I may ask you to shave this," she said, "what do you think about that?"

"Whatever pleases you, my Queen." I answered quickly even though the thought made me a bit uncomfortable. I had never trimmed my pubes before. It seemed like a whole new level of nudity in my mind. I worried that someone would see me, a doctor, a family member, or another boy in the locker room, and think I was some kind of weirdo. Still, the thought of Lindsay controlling the appearance of my body thrilled me and hardened my member.

"Well, I'll think it over and let you know. Don't do anything to it until I say so." Lindsay instructed and I agreed.

"All right then," Lindsay said, "I'm just going to take a couple more pictures and then we can go to bed."

"What pictures?" I asked.

"First, I want you simply stand up straight and put your hands on your hips."

I did as Lindsay said and she readied her phone. Then she got down on her knees and started taking close-up pictures of my erect penis from the front and sides. My face began to burn red with embarrassment again. My boner raged so hard that it ached and my entire body tingled.

I felt so vulnerable and exposed that I started thinking that I wanted her to stop. "Uh..." I started, but Lindsay interrupted with "Just hold still" and continued to snap detailed pictures of my most private parts. I could see the excitement on her face. Her eyes twinkled and she bit one side of her lip. I just stood there with my hands on my hips and let her go, unbearably aroused by the invasive objectification.

When she had all that she wanted, she stood back up. She smiled at me as she said, "That was very good. I just want one more to mark the occasion that you surrendered yourself to me. Tell me, what is the most embarrassing pose for me to take a picture of you?"

"You want me to pick my Queen?"

"Yes. If I were to share a naked picture of you with everyone you know. What is the most embarrassing thing that you could be doing in that picture? You probably already have something racing through your mind. Just tell me and then we'll take the picture."

That she wanted me to volunteer for my own humiliation was more diabolical than I thought Lindsay capable. I just stared at her for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

"Come on, spit it out," Lindsay pushed, "or if you're too shy to tell me, you can just assume the position."

I didn't know what to say, but I had to do something, so I started to get down on the floor. I laid on my back and then I grabbed my knees and pulled them up and spread them. The funny thing is that I felt more ridiculous than embarrassed. I looked up at Lindsay and smiled, spread wide open on the floor. She smiled at me through her phone screen and took a couple pictures.

"Play with your dick," Lindsay said.

I took my right hand off my knee and started stroking my cock up and down as Lindsay continued to take pictures. I could tell that Lindsay was becoming aroused.

"I can't believe you're letting me do this," Lindsay commented, still smiling at her phone.

After another minute Lindsay let out a sigh of satisfaction and then put her phone in her pocket. She smiled at me and said, "I really like you Pat. I'm going to have fun abusing you. I hope that you like it half as much as I do."

As I stood up from the floor, I replied, "Your happiness is my happiness, my Queen."

Once I was on my feet, Lindsay wrapped her arms around my naked body and gave me a big hug. Then she kissed me on my cheek and said, "Good night, Pat."

"Good night, my Queen."

[gee4444]

Cant wait to read more.

[Ruined-o-Holic]

Please more! The best story in GD!

[FLCL]

Chapter 38

Lindsay climbed into my bed and nestled herself under the covers. She rolled her head towards me and said, "Turn off the light, will you?"

I did as she asked and turned off the light. I stood there staring into the darkness for a second, waiting for my eyes to adjust. I looked down towards the floor and tried to think of any way that I could make it more comfortable. After such a long and emotionally exhausting night, I just wanted to curl up in my bed and drift off into my dreams.

Of course, there was no way to make that floor comfortable. So I got down on my knees and then lowered myself onto the floor. The thin layer of carpet only seemed to make things worse as the rough texture brushed against and pressed into my naked skin. I alternated between my back and my side as I searched for the least uncomfortable position.

Eventually I found a position on my side that seemed like the best of bad options. But once I was laying still, my mind wouldn't let me sleep. I thought about how exposed I would be sleeping naked on the floor. Would the girls come in and mess with me while I slept? What if my parent's came home early in the morning and barged into my room to say good morning? I thought about Lindsay in my bed. I wish she had asked me to share the bed with her. Why didn't she? Why did she want me naked on the floor? I finally have a girl in my bed and I'm naked on the floor. Well, I guess we did have fun earlier.

I didn't know how I would ever fall asleep. When I would figure out how to stop thinking about being naked or Lindsay or sleeping on the floor, it would only make room for me to think about how uncomfortable I was. My shoulder and neck started to become sore from laying on my side so I rolled onto my back. But that wasn't much better. Now my neck was at much too straight an angle. And my whole back and butt felt a mild itching sensation from the rough carpet.

My mind continued to wander; I thought about the events of this night and their implications. I thought about how Lindsay owned me and how I would do anything that she said. My dick had become soft, but when I thought about Lindsay owning me, it grew hard again. I felt ashamed that Lindsay owned me and that I felt this way about it. This was something that I hadn't known about myself before tonight. I thought that I shouldn't feel this way. I am a boy. I am supposed to find a girl that will submit to me. What was wrong with me that I liked it the other way around? Why was I so aroused when Lindsay used me, objectified me, and told me what to do? I didn't have any answers. I just knew that, even though I was ashamed, this turned me on. And even though part of me wished that I could escape all of this and erase the experience of this night from the girls' memories, I didn't want to forget it. Even now, sleeping naked on the floor while Lindsay enjoyed my bed, I wanted more. I am Lindsay's loyal subject. Her willing slave.

I looked up at my bed, at the lumpy blankets covering Lindsay's beautiful body. She was breathing loudly in a way that let me know she was asleep. I wanted her in the worst way. I looked at my clock on the night stand. It was 3:42 AM. "Wow, I really need to try to get some sleep," I thought to myself.

It took a while even after that to fall asleep. I kept making the mistake of thinking about the night, or thinking about how uncomfortable I was, or looking at the clock. And every time I looked at the clock more of the night was gone: 3:48, 3:55, 4:01... The last time I remember seeing before I fell asleep was 4:12.

I can't remember what or even if I dreamed that night, but I know it wasn't very good sleep. I woke up once and looked at the clock to see 5:51. I rolled around a little trying to get comfortable and eventually fell back asleep. By 7:30, I was awake and I couldn't fall back asleep. I was still tired, but there was no more rest to be had, naked on the floor. I laid there for a long time not knowing what I should do.

At 7:50, I heard Lindsay roll over in bed. She looked at me half awake. The sight of me naked on the floor with full morning wood brought a smile to her face. She said, "Good morning Pat, I hope you slept well."

[Nwbie]

You made me happy with the update

[FLCL]

Chapter 39

"I barely slept at all, my Queen," I answered Lindsay.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she said still smirking at me. A second passed and then she said, "I'm hungry, go get me something to eat."

"Yes, my Queen. May I get dressed?" I said as I stood up. Of course, being naked and asking Lindsay for permission to dress only intensified my shameful arousal.

"That's a good suggestion, Pat," she said as she got up from the bed. "Of course, we can't have you wandering around in the nude. You might offend the other guests. Now stand there, I'll pick something appropriate for you to wear."

Lindsay started opening the drawers on my dresser. When she got to my sock drawer, she began pushing the socks around, looking for something. She grabbed out a pair of black tube socks that I almost never wore, unraveled them from one another, and sat one on top of the dresser before closing the drawer. She held the other sock in both hands and looked it over. "This will do," she said.

Then she picked up one of my sneakers from the floor and removed its shoelace. She put the shoe back on the floor and walked back to my bed with the shoelace and sock in her hands. She sat on the edge of my bed and told me to "come here." I moved so I was standing in front of her. She said, "A little closer," and I took a small step forward. Then she said, "Now close your eyes."

I did as she asked. Once my eyes were closed, I felt the tube sock sliding over the tip and down the length of my penis. Once the sock was to the base of my shaft, she used her fingers to tuck my balls inside the sock as well. Then I felt the shoelace brush against my leg and after that the sock started to get tighter around the base of my cock and balls. Lindsay spent a minute pulling the sock this way and that way. Then she told me I could open my eyes.

Lindsay had placed the sock over my cock and balls and then cinched it in place by wrapping the shoelace multiple times around the base of my member and then tying it in a knot. The knot was loose enough that it wasn't uncomfortable, but tight enough that it could not pass over my balls without untying it. She had pulled all the slack in the sock up past the knot and then folded that slack back down over the knot so that the knot was only visible as a bulge under the folded flap of sock. I was impressed by her ingenuity, even though she had created this contraption in order to embarrass me.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"This is what you want me to wear to make you breakfast?"

"Yes. I think it is important that we protect your modesty," she said with a smirk. "I trust that you like it."

"Yes, my Queen. Thank you. It is perfect," I said looking down at it and hoping that we were the only two who were awake in the house.

"Good. Now go get me something good to eat. I'm hungry. And don't forget that I am your Queen! I expect you to return with a breakfast fitting my status."

"Yes, my Queen."

[Ruined-o-Holic]

Nice updates thx

[CapnJack]

This story is fantastic! Any idea when the next chapter will be up? Thanks