Postby davosseaworth » Fri Apr 12, 2013 10:46 pm
The Tables Turn-Part Two
As I woke up the next morning my face stung from the beating it had received the day before. I looked into the mirror and saw that there were several bruises from the stomping my cousin Megan had given me. I was usually an average looking guy, but the bruises weren't helping my appearance one bit. I walked out of my room, and towards the bathroom, just as Marissa reached the bathroom door. Marissa had long black hair(everyone in our family did), has a couple inches shorter than me, and a lot of guys at my school thought she was hot, but I certainly didn't agree with them.
"Out of the way Marissa" I ordered. I was still furious at her from last night, for suggesting to Megan that I kiss her feet.
"No way! I was here first!" Marissa shouted. Usually she would've just conceded and let me into the bathroom, but I guess having me kiss her feet had given her confidence. I was surprised, but excited, I had been hoping that I'd get a chance to get back at the girls, and maybe make them reconsider having Megan come over.
I grabbed Marissa by the arm, intending to push her to the ground, but she stood her ground and grabbed my waist. To my shock she then turned to the right and put her foot out, tripping me, and landing directly on top of me. Marissa had never put up a fight before, let alone took me to the ground. She looked excited at the prospect of finally getting a chance to beat me, and she grabbed both of my hands and pinned them to the ground.
"Not so tough now big brother! Ready to kiss my feet again?" Marissa teased, as she began rubbing her socked foot on my face. Her taunting proved costly though as her other foot was still in between my legs, and while she tried to force her toes into my mouth, I wrapped my legs around her other foot and turned over, flipping Marissa onto her back.
"You shouldn't count your chickens before they hatch Marissa!" I laughed, as I began to press my advantage. Marissa did her best to keep me at bay, but I was simply quite a bit stronger than her. I had pinned down both of her arms and was feeling pretty confident myself. "Ready to admit defeat?" I asked. But just then Marissa lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my neck.
"You should learn to take your own advice" Marissa taunted, as she began to tighten her grip. Although it wasn't as bad as Megan's headscissors, it was still very difficult to breathe, and I feared that it was only a matter of time, until Marissa would be rubbing her smelly feet in my face, with a big grin on her face. Luckily for me though Marissa, had never applied a headscissors before, she had only seen Megan do it, and in an attempt to copy Megan and roll me onto my back without breaking her hold, she left a huge opening. I was able to roll with Marissa, and the momentum from both of our efforts loosened her hold enough for me to escape.
I stood up, expecting another barrage, but to my surprise my sister stayed on the ground. She leaned forward and gestured for me to take my best shot. Normally I would've, but I was well aware of how close she was with her headscissors, and had no intention of letting her lock it in again. Instead I walked around her and into the washroom, to have my shower.
"Ha! What's a matter Darren? Scared of your little sisters, not so little legs?" Marissa teased. I chose to ignore her, and continue on with my shower.
The rest of the day went by normally, I watched some TV and played some Xbox, and only saw my sisters at meals. Unfortunately after lunch we were informed by my mother that she was going to have dinner with my aunt and uncle tonight, and that Megan would babysit us.
"Mom, I don't need a babysitter, I'm sixteen" I tried to explain. But she was having none of it, Megan is an adult and has a very successful babysitting business she told me, and I realized that there was no way out of this. After my mother left I continued to watch TV, however now my sisters had chosen to interrupt my enjoyment.
"Are you excited to see Megan again?" Ashley asked. Ashley's hair was the same colour as Marissa's, but it was shorter, and cut in a boyish style. She was rather gangly and awkward.
"No" I responded.
"Do you think she'll beat you up again" Ashley asked.
"No" I responded.
"Haha, you think you can beat up Megan? I beat you up today Darren, I'm pretty sure Megan can do it" Marissa laughed.
"You beat up Darren?" Ashley asked with amazement.
"You never beat me up Marissa, keep on dreaming." I retorted.
"I totally did! I had your head in my legs, and your face was turning red" Marissa argued.
"Yea, but I got out, so you didn't beat me up" I countered. Just as I finished the doorbell rung and I realized that the nightmare was about to begin. Both of the girls ran to the door, clearly excited about what was about to unfold. Megan greeted the girls and took of her coat, and for a second I thought maybe she had forgotten about me, until she said "Where is that foot-kissing brother of yours?"
"He's in here!" Marissa exclaimed, and showed Megan to the living room.
"He's been just dying for a chance to kiss your beautiful feet again" Ashley lied, producing giggles from the girls.
"Is that true footkisser, have you missed my feet as much as they've missed you?" Megan taunted. I refused to dignify her with a response.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Megan shouted. I continued to ignore her.
"Hmm, maybe he's asleep, well this should wake him up!" Megan proclaimed. She quickly took off her baby-blue socks, and ran over to the couch that I was sitting on. She dove on top of me, and before I could react, shoved her socks into my mouth, drawing fits of laughter from my sisters. The taste was awful, and I tried to spit them out, but Megan held my mouth shut with both hands.
"I'm not letting you spit them out, until there clean. Suck the sweat out of them!" Megan commanded, whilst shaking my head frantically. Despite my protests I was forced to suck on her sweaty socks until she was satisfied. Finally she let me spit them out and ran to the kitchen for a glass of water.
"So Darren, are you ready to be your sisters' slave? Or are you still head over heels for me and my gorgeous feet?" Megan inquired.
"You can go to hell Megan, and take these two bitches with you!" I screamed at her.
"Bad choice Darren" Megan scolded. "Now watch closely girls as I take your brother down". Megan quickly grabbed me by the head, and began to walk me around in a headlock. "As you can see, I have complete control over him. I bet he missed my feet!" Megan said as she kneeled down on one knee and forced my face into her feet. "Pucker up!" She teased as she squeezed my cheeks together, and forced me to purse my lips, and then made me kiss her feet, making exaggerated lip smacking sound.
"MWAH! MWAH! MWAH! You sure do love these little gals." Megan taunted. She then stood back up, spun around, and flipped me over her hip. I landed hard on the ground and she quickly pinned both of my hands to the ground. Megan had soundly thrashed me. She had beaten me up yesterday, but not like this, I didn't stand a chance.
"Now that he's at my mercy, I can make him do anything I want. What should little Darren have to do?" Megan consulted with my sister. I tried my best to shake her off, but Megan just laughed at my attempts, and used one hand to hold both of mine down.
"You should make him say that he'll be our slave, and make him kiss our feet again!" Ashley suggested.
"How about you make him kiss your feet Ashley?" Megan responded.
"But how will I do that? Darren always beats me up" Ashley said dejectedly.
"Come over here and I'll walk you through it." Megan explained.
Before I knew what was happening Megan had turned onto my stomach and lifted me onto my knees, then she held my arms behind my back and sat on my legs, leaving me completely immobilized. "Now just wrap your legs around his neck Ashley" Megan instructed. Ashley laid down on her back and wrapped her legs around my neck.
"Like this?" she inquired.
"Perfect Ash, now just start squeezing" Megan coached. As I kneeled there, I realized the severity of the situation. Megan was teaching my sisters how to beat me up, so even when she wasn't there I'd still be their slave. Ashley squeeze got tighter and tighter and the tighter it got, the happier she looked. Megan would give her tips, "move your hips to the right" , "keep your legs as close as they can be", "never cross your feet", and with each one I felt the life pour out of me.
Finally when I felt like my lungs were about to explode, Megan told her to loosen the grip.
"Are you ready to submit to Ashley now?" Megan asked.
"Yes! Yes! Ashley I submit to you! Just please stop choking me" I begged.
Ashley's face lit up, she couldn't believe that she had forced her brother into submission. She had the kind of smile she usually only had on Christmas morning.
"Fine brother, I'll stop torturing you with my gorgeous legs, but first your gonna beg to become my slave and kiss my glorious feet." Ashley commanded. Marissa and Megan acted like this was the funniest thing that they had ever heard.
"Oh c'mon Ashley, give me a break" I pleaded.
"Fine, maybe you'll be thinking differently after I've knocked you out!" Ashley screamed, and immediately her choke tightened. I tried my best to stand up, or escape, but Megan held me still, and it was only a matter of time until Ashley cut off my oxygen supply long enough for me to pass out.
I came to a couple of minutes later, laid out on my stomach, my feet directly in front of a pair of feet. I looked up to see Ashley's face, still with that incredible smile. "Have you learned your lesson yet? Little brother." Ashley mocked. Ashley had knocked me out, completely emasculated me, and know was calling me her little brother, and expecting me to agree to a life of slavedom, and foot kissing. And the worst part was, that I had no choice but to comply.
"Yes Ashley, I'm ready to be your slave" I let out weakly.
"I'm not offering the position, loser. You have to beg for it! And you are only to address me as your master." Ashley informed me, smugly.
"Actually Ash, when it's a woman instead of a man, their called a mistress" Megan informed Ashley.
"Fine, than you shall refer to me as mistress!" Ashley corrected.
It killed me to do it, but I gave in. "I beg you Ash..Mistress, please let me be your slave, let me kiss your feet, and serve you in every way imaginable. Please, give my life meaning, by allowing me to become your servant." I sobbed.
"Fine, kiss my feet and you can be my slave" Ashley instructed.
I kissed her socked feet repetitively, her socks were pink with little bunnies on them, and that made kissing them even more humiliating, and reminded me that I was in fact slave to a twelve year old girl.
The other girls laughed, and I realised that my life of servitude was only beginning.
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davosseaworth on Wed May 08, 2013 8:02 pm, edited 1 time in total.