[Fiction] Locked in Taboo

[theswitchyside]

He checked the package arrival time one last time before clicking the laptop shut. He had an hour before it would arrive. One hour of freedom.

Getting up from the chair he stretched a little: he had been working for the last four hours and he felt his back crack up as the muscles began to relax. He rubbed his tired eyes as he walked out of his office and went into the basement. He looked around until he found what he was looking for – he pocketed it and walked up to his floor.

His house, if the word could do justice to the enormous mansion he lived in, was located on the side of a hill – overlooking the town below and completely hidden away from peeping eyes. Just the way he had wanted it to be.

He didn’t come from old money, like one would imagine – this estate hadn't been passed down in his family through generations. Hell, he didn’t even know his own family. Everything he owned right now including the nine-bedroom estate he was living in or the Mercedes in his garage, he had earned for himself.

He checked his watch. Susan wouldn’t be arriving for another half hour. He shrugged as he undressed and made his way to the shower. Following a refreshing shower, clad only in a bath robe, Michael jumped onto the bed and emptied the pockets of the jeans he was wearing. He tossed the wallet to the other side of the bed, pulled out the panties he had pocketed and threw the jeans down on the floor. He reached under his bed and pulled out a bottle of lube and took a deep breath.

Less than an hour away, his package of goodies was on its way – including a fine custom made chastity cage. He didn’t have a keyholder and he wasn’t really looking for one. He knew he could lock the keys away and be done with it. His self control, however, demanded from him one last finish before it would be locked away.

With the panties pushed against his nose, he took in a deep breath. Oh lord she smells great! He though and his cock reacted instantly. As he worked his member with the other hand, the thought of missing out on the wonderful smell he had come to associate with her – and the following orgasm – was something which took him over the edge sooner than he anticipated.

There's time for one more, he thought. Jerking off to your sister’s used panties, a voice laughed inside his head. Isn’t that a new low! said another.

He didn’t care about those voices though. He hadn’t for a long time now. Susan wasn’t really his sister, after all.

A slight moan escaped his lips as the thought of managing to get in one more orgasm before being locked turned him on more than he had thought. As he continued his ministrations, his eyes shut in pleasure as he imagined a scene he had thought about so many times now:

There he was, kneeling on the carpet in Susan’s room, his locked dick fighting against the steel. Dressed in a dark pantyhose and a purple babydoll, he knelt with his legs spread wide open as Susan sat on the bed, her foot gently caressing his balls. She laughs as he moans in pleasure; then she bends salaciously giving him a wonderful view of her cleavage before whispering in his ear: “Aren't you a little sissy slut, brother”

His body shivered at that thought and as he came into her panties, unknowingly he whispered his answer out loud: “Yes, Susan – but I am your personal sissy slut.”

“WHAT?!”

His eyes shot wide open to see Susan standing at the door, the package she had been holding had fallen to the ground with a thud.

[Mousey123]

Very nice start, please continue

[Bankerrtx01]

Interestingcant wait for more

[theswitchyside]

Having cum two times in such a short span, the satisfaction of the orgasms had taken away most of his horniness: and with it most of his desire to act upon the situation he had found himself in.

“Are those my panties?” she questioned as she walked over to the bed.

He looked up fearfully at his sister as towered over him – but instead of finding her face filled with disgust, he could see something else in her eyes too. He nodded meekly.

He cleared his throat: “Let’s talk about this.”

“What more is there to talk about?” she folded her hands across her chest – framing beautifully her breasts right in front of Michael. He felt his member beginning to stir and only then did he realise that he was still on the bed, his robe parted and his cock in full view of his sister.

He quickly shuffled back onto the bed and pulled the robe together, trying – and failing miserably – to cover up his hard-on. Knowing that Susan was following his every movement, he quickly lost track of the conversation.

“I liked that pair,” she sighed as she sat next to her panties – and far too close to Michael than he’d have liked. They both stared at each other for a long time before her gaze travelled down to his dick which had managed to tent the robe. Michael was in no way the largest she had seen – but if the average of just over five inches was true, Michael was above average. She’d guess a six on a good day.

“I’m sorry,” Michael looked away, embarrassed.

Susan had heard enough to know what he might have been thinking when he had exploded into her panties – and although she was conflicted about how she felt about it, there was one thing she couldn’t deny: his declaration, albeit only a fantastical one, had left a wet patch on her panties. She wasn’t one to spend ages contemplating though. She decided to see if it was only something he thought about to get off, or something he wanted really bad.

“Get dressed, meet me in lounge in five minutes,” she ordered as she got up. Without waiting for an answer or acknowledgement, she walked to the door and picked up the package she had dropped. She turned around and looked Michael in the eye: “I want My personal sissy slut to come down wearing those panties.”

He felt his cock drip a little as he heard his sister call him her personal sissy slut. As she walked out of his room, he fell onto the bed before turning over to look at the ceiling above. He knew he had been given a choice, and what he did now would probably dictate what happened next. And he wanted to give in!

Growing up, Michael was never one of the cool kids at college or high school: he wasn’t strong or heavily built, neither did he play football nor was he in a band. Nothing that girls tend to like at that age. He was just, well, boring. Extraordinarily intelligent, but boring. It wasn’t a surprise then, when he withdrew into himself and began putting all his efforts into the things he liked.

He was seventeen when his company made its first hundred thousand in revenue – and two years later, he hit the million dollar mark in profits. He handled a consulting operation from his office upstairs and provided software solutions for his clients.

Last year, he had acquired two office floors at a famous office complex in a big city and staffed it with great employees and hired himself an experienced manager to look after the company. As far as most of his office employees were concerned, Katie was their boss: he hadn’t met anybody but Katie when he had decided to make the big move. He coveted his privacy that the confines of his office provided him. More people meant faster results, and he mainly worked to oversee and ensure the quality of the services that were being provided. His company now made him about a thousand dollars a day – that too, on a lazy day.

He glanced at his watch. He had about two minutes to follow his orders. This was something he had dreamed about for quite some time now, but now that he had been given this opportunity, he shivered in trepidation. He got up and stood beside the bed in front of the panties. He gave them a long hard look. There will be no going back after this.


As she walked down the stairs, her legs almost gave away underneath her in excitement. She hadn’t ever thought Michael would want something like that. She wasn’t sure it was something he wanted even now. We’ll find out soon enough, she thought as he placed the package on the table and poured herself a glass of water. She realised she needed something stronger and poured herself a measure of whiskey.

One hand held the glass while the other made its way down between her legs. The squishy sound of her fingers touching against the incredibly wet pussy only served to turn her on further. She moaned a little as her fingers continued their assault on her lips. Only because she heard Michael walking down the stair did she stop. She quickly licked up her juices from her fingers and downed the glass she was holding as Michael entered the lounge.

“What have you decided?” she questioned; surprised at how steady her voice sounded considering that only moments ago she was close to an edge. Michael just stood there, without a response and it began to frighten her a little.

Then, he unzipped his jeans and pulled it down to reveal the pale blue panties that he had been sniffing a little while ago. Unknowingly, both of them took a deep breath before accepting their roles – as he took off his t-shirt and kneeled down and she rose from the sofa and stood tall beside him.

[Narnia]

Originally Posted by theswitchyside

Having cum two times in such a short span, the satisfaction of the orgasms had taken away most of his horniness: and with it most of his desire to act upon the situation he had found himself in.

“Are those my panties?” she questioned as she walked over to the bed.

He looked up fearfully at his sister as towered over him – but instead of finding her face filled with disgust, he could see something else in her eyes too. He nodded meekly.

He cleared his throat: “Let’s talk about this.”

“What more is there to talk about?” she folded her hands across her chest – framing beautifully her breasts right in front of Michael. He felt his member beginning to stir and only then did he realise that he was still on the bed, his robe parted and his cock in full view of his sister.

He quickly shuffled back onto the bed and pulled the robe together, trying – and failing miserably – to cover up his hard-on. Knowing that Susan was following his every movement, he quickly lost track of the conversation.

“I liked that pair,” she sighed as she sat next to her panties – and far too close to Michael than he’d have liked. They both stared at each other for a long time before her gaze travelled down to his dick which had managed to tent the robe. Michael was in no way the largest she had seen – but if the average of just over five inches was true, Michael was above average. She’d guess a six on a good day.

“I’m sorry,” Michael looked away, embarrassed.

Susan had heard enough to know what he might have been thinking when he had exploded into her panties – and although she was conflicted about how she felt about it, there was one thing she couldn’t deny: his declaration, albeit only a fantastical one, had left a wet patch on her panties. She wasn’t one to spend ages contemplating though. She decided to see if it was only something he thought about to get off, or something he wanted really bad.

“Get dressed, meet me in lounge in five minutes,” she ordered as she got up. Without waiting for an answer or acknowledgement, she walked to the door and picked up the package she had dropped. She turned around and looked Michael in the eye: “I want My personal sissy slut to come down wearing those panties.”

He felt his cock drip a little as he heard his sister call him her personal sissy slut. As she walked out of his room, he fell onto the bed before turning over to look at the ceiling above. He knew he had been given a choice, and what he did now would probably dictate what happened next. And he wanted to give in!

Growing up, Michael was never one of the cool kids at college or high school: he wasn’t strong or heavily built, neither did he play football nor was he in a band. Nothing that girls tend to like at that age. He was just, well, boring. Extraordinarily intelligent, but boring. It wasn’t a surprise then, when he withdrew into himself and began putting all his efforts into the things he liked.

He was seventeen when his company made its first hundred thousand in revenue – and two years later, he hit the million dollar mark in profits. He handled a consulting operation from his office upstairs and provided software solutions for his clients.

Last year, he had acquired two office floors at a famous office complex in a big city and staffed it with great employees and hired himself an experienced manager to look after the company. As far as most of his office employees were concerned, Katie was their boss: he hadn’t met anybody but Katie when he had decided to make the big move. He coveted his privacy that the confines of his office provided him. More people meant faster results, and he mainly worked to oversee and ensure the quality of the services that were being provided. His company now made him about a thousand dollars a day – that too, on a lazy day.

He glanced at his watch. He had about two minutes to follow his orders. This was something he had dreamed about for quite some time now, but now that he had been given this opportunity, he shivered in trepidation. He got up and stood beside the bed in front of the panties. He gave them a long hard look. There will be no going back after this.


As she walked down the stairs, her legs almost gave away underneath her in excitement. She hadn’t ever thought Michael would want something like that. She wasn’t sure it was something he wanted even now. We’ll find out soon enough, she thought as he placed the package on the table and poured herself a glass of water. She realised she needed something stronger and poured herself a measure of whiskey.

One hand held the glass while the other made its way down between her legs. The squishy sound of her fingers touching against the incredibly wet pussy only served to turn her on further. She moaned a little as her fingers continued their assault on her lips. Only because she heard Michael walking down the stair did she stop. She quickly licked up her juices from her fingers and downed the glass she was holding as Michael entered the lounge.

“What have you decided?” she questioned; surprised at how steady her voice sounded considering that only moments ago she was close to an edge. Michael just stood there, without a response and it began to frighten her a little.

Then, he unzipped his jeans and pulled it down to reveal the pale blue panties that he had been sniffing a little while ago. Unknowingly, both of them took a deep breath before accepting their roles – as he took off his t-shirt and kneeled down and she rose from the sofa and stood tall beside him.

Daaaaaamn, this story is amazing, please continue it!

[theswitchyside]

“Undress”

Susan felt her hormones going crazy as she watched Michael jump into action, losing his top in one fluid motion, and his bunched at his feet were tossed behind him.

Kneeling on the floor, his hands resting on top of increasingly aroused dick, trying to cover the bulge in his panties.

Susan’s eyes followed his hands and a giggle escaped her as she saw him try - and fail miserably - to hide the bulge.

“But I am your personal sissy slut” his voice echoed in her head.

She took a deep breath.

Susan had always been a very independent person - living in a mansion which most people only dreamed off, hadn’t taken her away from the desire to earn for herself: to which end she had found employment at a local shopping centre. It didn’t pay too much, but it was enough to finance her occasional shopping trip - like the one she had been on when she walked in on Michael.

She wasn’t really into the BDSM lifestyle - she had grown up reading about it, she had tried a pair of handcuffs and the occasional role play, but hadn’t ever found herself enjoying being dominated by her ex.

Standing over her panty-wearing brother had wet her panties than she had ever been!

She extended a foot between his spread legs and moved it until her foot made contact with his balls. He ‘ooh’d’ as the pantyhose clad foot pushed the soft gusset of the panties against his balls.

What a wonderful sight it was: Susan wearing just a dress, with one pantyhose clad foot cradling the balls of her personal, panty-wearing, sissy slut.

That the person kneeling at her feet, seemed like a minor technicality. Perhaps that’s what made it even hotter!

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” she said as her foot playfully knocked at his balls.

“Yes,” he admitted, somewhat embarrassed.

If there was one thing she knew, it was to lay down some ground rules at the beginning of every relationship. And so she did now.

“Ouch!” Michael exclaimed as her foot struck his balls.

“Yes, what?” she questioned.

He looked confused for a moment, before it dawned on him.

“Yes, mistress,” he said.

“That’s right,” she said. Then she kicked his balls again!

“What was that for?!”

“To make sure you don’t make that mistake again,” she smirked as she walked toward the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine, leaving her sissy cradling his balls.

Wine always seemed like a staple in such situations - at least all stories made it seem like a good idea.

As she poured herself a glass, she reached down her panties - and her hand returned more wet than she had ever been. She could hear her finger squish-squash as they played with her pussy lips. She downed her glass. A shiver ran down her spine and a brilliant idea popped into her head!

“Sissy” she called out as she swayed her hips on the way into the lounge.

Michael stood up and rushed to her as she sat there. She held up her wet hand.

“Do you see this?” she asked as she twirled her fingers near his face. He nodded.

She slowly lowered her hand and watched in pleasure as Michael knelt down with the hand. Looking him in the eye, she made a great show of licking a finger, before putting it in her mouth and sucking off her juices. She loved to watch Michael squirm, wanting to join in.

“More wine,” she called and held her glass for him to take.

Michael rose, took the glass, and came back with a full glass.

“Good job, sissy,” she chose to address him as sissy until she thought of something better. “Here’s your reward.”

She stuck out her hand and Michael reached for it gently. He reached over and almost put his face into her hand and took a deep breath. He shivered as his brain went into overdrive: he had sniffed her panties, but they had almost never been wet.

Fresh juices smelled SO much better than her panties. He was afraid he’d orgasm into the panties he was wearing.

After almost a minute of enjoying her intoxicating scent, he looked at her, seeking permission. A quick nod was all he needed.

He started with her little finger and almost carefully wrapped his lips around the fingertip.

Susan shivered as she felt his wet lips slide across her finger until it was completely in his mouth. She barely avoided jumping at the feeling when his tongue began to move around. For over a minute, he spent his attention on the finger, sucking at it, then moving his tongue around to moisten her finger, before sucking away her juices once more.

She tasted wonderful! he decided.

For the next quarter hour, he licked and sucked and licked again, until her fingers were a wet mess of his saliva.

As Michael caressed her fingers, she felt herself getting more wet with each finger and she was almost certain she would leave a wet spot behind her!

Having had enough of his ministrations, she pulled her hand away from his mouth and them her fingers on his discarded clothes.

“Bring that over,” she pointed to the package she had collected.

She knew this was going to be interesting when Michael rose slower than he had been earlier that evening.

“My little sissy received a package, did she,” she spoke sweetly as she picked up an unmarked box.

“Oh my,” she whispered as she discovered his cock cage.

She stared at the steel cage in her hand and then at her brother who was looking at it with an odd combination of desire and trepidation.

“What’s this?”

He looked like a fish out of the water, his mouth opening and close a few times. Finally, he gulped audibly before finally coming out with his answer.

“A good sissy should always be locked,” he offered.

Susan couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Her brother had just admitted to her that he’d love to be locked in a cock cage!

The cage looked small and she was unsure if it could fit the cock that was pushing through her used panties.

“Will this fit?” she asked in a moment of doubt.

“It’s custom made,” he replied - and that was followed swiftly with a loud ‘aahhhh!’ as he received another kick to his balls.

“It’s custom made for your sissy, mistress,” he corrected himself.

Susan nodded in approval. Michael was proving to be quite the submissive.

“Wine” she called and sent him to fetch her another glass while she browsed through the box.

Michael, it seemed, had gone on a little toy shopping spree. Her mind, however, wandered back to the cock cage she had placed beside her.

The idea of locking her brother away - and with it controlling his sex life was an intimidating prospect. Her mind knew it would most certainly be the best experiences of their lives. The soaked panties she was wearing proved that her body was already ready for that!

As he brought the wine over, she saw the cock sticking through her panties, hard but beginning to go flaccid, almost as if tiredly giving up on any hopes of further stimulation.

Men, she had heard, often experienced a sudden drop of libido - and with it all their love for their kinky habits - when they climaxed. It had certainly happened with her ex, one of the many reasons she didn’t like to submit to him.

As she looked at Michael, who was once more kneeling down on the floor beside her, she was afraid he would want to stop this once he was done. She could just lock him away now, and see him beg for release, but she didn’t want to do it that way. She wanted his submission - she needed his submission - to be voluntary.

She got up and stood herself in from of him. With a finger she called him closer until his face was level with her crotch.

“You love masturbating to my dry dirty panties don’t you slut?”

“Yes mistress,” he whispered, his senses overcome due to the close proximity with his sister crotch. He could smell, before he could see, her dripping wet, soaked panties. This is what heaven must smell like! he decided.

“Jerk off to this, brother,” she said before she thrust her wet, soaked panties right into his face.

Smothered by the fresh juices of his sisters panties, he took a while to overcome the overwhelming sensation before pulling down his panties and beginning to masturbate.

It took him no while to be close to release. “May I cum, mistress,” he managed to ask.

Susan was shocked at that question - really driving home the nail that this was something very empowering yet frightening for her. She was almost too late before she gave him permission.

“Everything goes on this foot,” she allowed him to jerk off as she took a few steps back to raise the same foot that had been cradling - and kicking - his balls.

“Thank you, mistress,” he barely managed before shooting the entire load onto her foot.

She watched her brother closely, looking for the tiniest hint that he would shy away from this, a sliver of doubt or even self-pity for having cum wearing his sister’s panties and at her command!

She waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. It was almost two minutes, as he recovered from a climax and she waited for him to back away.

Finally he looked up with a smile, and what he said took away any doubts Susan had about whether this relationship would begin.

“Would you like some more wine, mistress?” he asked.