A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 2 7 min read

Chapter 2

Tommy awoke on the floor of his sister’s room. At first, he was bewildered, wondering what the hell he was doing there. He became conscious of a dull pain in his balls and realized that his legs were tied together at the ankles, and his hands here bound behind his back. A dirty sock was stuffed in his mouth. Suddenly, all of the previous night’s humiliation came flooding back to him. He thought of spitting the sock out of his mouth and trying to crawl out of the room but thought better of it. If his sister beat the crap out of him when he was able-bodied, he didn’t even want to imagine what she’d do to him with his legs and hands bound. He turned his head and saw Samantha sleeping peacefully in her bed, her foot dangling over the side. He noticed that Jenny wasn’t in the room. Thank god, he thought.

Instinct made him want to try to get free, but he decided to think out the situation logically: Jenny was the one who instigated the previous night’s… activities. If she was gone, surely he could convince his sister to let him go. Sure, he’d have to apologize profusely and be really nice to her for a few days, but if he could get away with that, he’d be very pleased. Why, by the end of the week, if all went well, everything could be back to normal!

Tommy smiled at that notion and waited patiently for his sister to stir. The one thing that DID trouble him was the fact that he didn’t see Eddie anywhere. After about a half hour of contemplation, he noticed that his sister was starting to stir. “Easy now…”, he thought. “Don’t do anything to annoy her. Make her feel comfortable, be patient, and you’ll get out of this easily!” By this time, Samantha groggily sat up in her bed, blinked and looked at her brother. At first, it looked like she was shocked to find her big, tough brother on her floor, bound and gagged with one of her old socks. That only lasted a moment, though, as she suddenly burst out laughing. “So, Tommy. Oh! I forgot! Tommy’s gone! You’re a slave boy. Are you going to be a good doggie today?” Tommy, not wanting to encourage, nor infuriate her, just looked at her with pleading eyes. Samantha looked at him and smiled.

“Well, you’re my brother, so I guess I can let you off easy…”

She then stood up and walked in back of Tommy. He heard some rustling, but couldn’t make out what she was doing. She then walked back in front of him, underwear in hand. She giggled and put her dirty underwear over his nose.

“Just stay like that while I have breakfast, and I promise I’ll untie you. See you, slave-boy!”

As she said this, Tommy heard her close the door. His nose was getting itchy, but he didn’t dare move. His sister might have been acting like a total bitch, but she never lied in her life. If she said that after breakfast she’d untie him, he knew that she would stick by her word. One more humiliation wasn’t so bad, he guessed. After a couple of weeks, this would be ancient history! After a while, he heard the door open, followed by near-hysterical laughter. Bewildered, Tommy didn’t move, waiting for his ordeal to end. Suddenly, the underwear was removed from his face, and Jenny’s smiling face appeared inches in front of his. Tommy yelped, shocked. Jenny’s smile broadened and started to talk.

“Good morning, slave-boy!”

Immediately, she spat out a huge wad of saliva on his face. Tommy could smell her foul-smelling breath in the spit that was trickling down his forehead, into his eyes, and on his nose. She then stood up, giving him a dog’s eye view of her bare feet. She raised her left foot and started playing with his hair. She spoke again:

“I’m going to be nice and take your sister’s sock out of your mouth now. But speak only when spoken to!”

With that, she lowered her left foot, grasped the sock between her toes and removed it from his mouth. Tommy gasped for fresh air, but no matter how desperately he sucked fresh air into his lungs, he could still taste his sister’s sweaty socks. Jenny noticed his torment and suddenly became very serious.

“Now stay on your belly, slave-boy. I’ll untie you in a second.”

Tommy obediently remained to lie on his stomach, Jenny’s toes inches away from his face. His labored breathing accomplished two things: exhaling the smell of his sister’s feet, and inhaling the aroma of Jenny’s. She spoke again: “Hmm… Aren’t slaves supposed to kiss their master’s feet? I got a better idea!” She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Tommy, right leg crossed over the left. Her right sole was dangling just above Tommy’s head. “Now wash my sole!” She looked down at Tommy’s confused face. Jenny lost patience and yelled:

“LICK THEM NOW, SLAVE!” Her toes curled back. Or do you want me to kick the shit out of you again?” Normally, Tommy wouldn’t have taken such a threat very seriously. But he was genuinely scared of Jenny. He had no idea HOW a girl so much smaller than he could order him around, but at that moment, he realized that she could. He raised his head and tentatively stuck out his tongue. He continued raising his head until his tongue come into contact with her sole. He quickly lowered his head, a feeling of utter shame washing over him. He closed his mouth, savoring, against his will, the taste of Jenny’s foot. It was slightly moist, sweaty, and had a distinct smell. He realized that her foot didn’t taste entirely bad. At that moment, Tommy just broke down and started to cry. The magnitude of what was happening finally hit him: he just willingly licked his sister’s friend’s foot. He had never felt so ashamed, so powerless. He looked up and was horrified to see Jenny’s deadly toes curl back again, poised to strike. Without hesitation, he immediately raised his head and continued lapping at her sole, licking away the dirt and the sweat. Jenny smiled, relaxed her toes and went on:

“Good. I see you’re starting to learn who the dominant species really is. Now guess what. I have a surprise for you: my parents say that I can stay here all week! Isn’t that great?”

Tommy was barely aware of what she was saying. The sudden news left him in shock, and he was still working feverishly to avoid making Jenny upset. He was working on fear. Jenny looked down at him and smiled. “I went home to get some things from my house this morning. I have some more news for you: I also persuaded Eddie to call his parents, and HE’S staying the week too!” She laughed and went on: “It took some convincing, but I finally got Eddie to call his parents and beg permission to stay here. Now I’ll untie you, but first…”

A flash suddenly caught Tommy’s attention. He turned to the door and saw his sister with his camera. “Smile for the camera, slave boy!” His sister took a few more shots and left. After a minute, Jenny got up and slowly, methodically, started undoing the rope around Tommy’s ankles.

“She’s on my way to my house. She’s going to drop off your camera… MY camera, there. If you’re a bad doggie, everyone will know what a bad dog you are. I and your sister have come up with some ground rules for you and Eddie. First, I and Sam are your unconditional masters. Whatever we want, we get. Second, your name is slave-boy and Eddie’s is dog. Third; speak only when spoken to. Finally, you shall address your sister as Goddess Samantha. To you, I’m Goddess Jen. Got it?”

Tommy had resumed licking her sole as she was saying the rules. He was thinking more clearly now and realized that he didn’t have much of a choice. If those pictures got out, he was dead. Besides, he didn’t want to make Jen mad. He lowered his head and mumbled. “…yes.” She spoke sternly: “Yes what?”

“Yes, Goddess Jen.” , and he resumed licking her sole.