Then you need to be my slave whenever we are alone inside the house. Also, in the morning after waking up and before sleeping, you need to drink my pi...s and eat my shit.”I was so shocked listening to all these coming out of my own sister’s mouth. But weirdly, I also felt very happy. I felt like my dream of becoming a slave was finally coming true. As soon as I called her by her name, she gave me a very tight slap. She asked me to call ‘mistress’. And I nodded.Then she asked me to lie down on. How it would feellllllllllThis is the third time I've tried to write this blog post, and every time I get to this section, this is the end result. The other two blog posts failed because I didn't want to include this right away, but I think this is a sign I have to.I have an irresistible urge to start masturbating whenever I see her, and whenever I think about her and my line of thought gets too carried away, I'll be so horny for so long that it's almost unbearable.I think she might be a. I saw her.Amy.Inside a goddamn filthy restroom stall.Her hair was covering her face. Her naked body was covered with dirt and goo. One of her arm was cuffed to a nearby steel pipe, and she was just sitting still with her ankles tucked under her. Her body shook with the cold, or from a sob, and it threw my mind back into my body.I threw myself back, over the ledge and landed onto the grass.Trevor’s eyes landed on me, his face concerned from distance. My eyes should have portrayed fear, utter. He massaged each of them with his hands and soon after she straightened her legs, leading him on to her thighs. He ran his tongue up and down her thighs, kissed them, felt them with his hands. He moved his nose up to her pussy and took one long sniff. He wanted to linger there longer but he felt her fingers pull on his chin. He kissed it lovingly through the lace of her thong before giving up control to her fingers’ tug. Now he found himself nestling his nose against the hair of her belly.