After getting a severe spanking for thinking contrary to Master John and Mistress Julia’s wishes [as if this girl knew what went on in the mind of a...Dom/Domme!] Mistress Denise spent a long time talking with my Master John. They came to an agreement which was not to my liking: I had to spend more time being trained, or retrained, or whatever they wanted to call it. Bottom line: I was being uprooted, leaving my home of the last seven months, and going with Mistress Denise. I was. Soon I reached home and met my sister. She was wearing a red saree and was looking gorgeous and sexy. I saw her the last time when she was 20.At that age, she was very skinny like me at that time. She was a little bit fair but she had a lot of pimples and acne on her face. Her figure wasn’t very pleasing to look at. But now she has a pair of big boobs, big almost as a small football. Her ass was pressuring on her saree to tear it apart. I couldn’t help myself but stare at that marvellous body. A simple “Look away and close your eyes.” is all the warning I receive before sparks fly. I’m instantly thankful for the wet towels. Sparks that land on my unprotected shoulders, or in my hair, burn like bacon grease. In a surprisingly short time she finishes, explaining every step along the way. From the wire brush and grinding wheel to the darkening chemical carefully brushed over the exposed steel. Her work finished she cleans up.She whispers in my ear.“First rule; No words.”She takes off. "I have this idea and I like for you to help me out if you do not mind" She asked me what it was.I told her I wanted to see how far my wife would go with this dating site thing and needed her help. So I came up with a plan that worked out great. I would use my dummy account like I already was but I would ask my wife for pictures doing various things and see if she would do them. Joyce asked what part she would play in all this. "Well Joyce one thing I will ask her to do is to be with another.