The Little Sister Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Little Sister Ch. 02

... "Put this back how you had it when I came in."

She watched him with amusement as he fiddled with the leash and struggled to get it to go down his pant leg. During his gyrations, she also noted that precum leaking from the cage was creating a wet spot on his briefs. Laird flushed again as he knew she was enjoying watching him and that she wouldn't miss seeing the embarrassing wetness.

Their lunch was much like the previous day's lunch. The difference was both were preoccupied with the change in their relationship. He was still inherently embarrassed about his submission to her the previous evening and she was still basking in the delights of dominating him.

"Did your parents hassle you about your staying out?" he asked.

"Oh Dad was asleep and Mom was supportive when I told her we went to your house."

Time stood still for Laird. "What? You didn't tell her about... well you know, what we did at my place?"

"I don't keep secrets from my mom. She saw through the movie ruse right away. Besides, I was still hyped up and really wanted to share my experience."

"Oh geeze," he said miserably. "This is awful. I won't be able to look her in the eye again."

"Relax. She was really very supportive." Knowing he was appalled about her mother knowing about his submission, she couldn't resist telling adding, "You'll be happy to know that she has a key to your cage in case of an emergency or something."

"You told hear about the cock cage?" he asked anxiously as the ...

... reality of her mother knowing about his submission hit home.

Nikki was enjoy his consternation. "Of course. I shared the whole evening. She really laughed when I told her how you hoped to spurt all over the place."

Laird was beet red when he thought about Nikki confiding his degradation to her mother and them laughing about it. The disclosure about her mom knowing the situation only increased Laird's apprehension about the trip to the sex shop. He was now filled with dread as he was sure she was going to walk him on the leash when they got to the shop.

All too soon for Laird, the lunch was over and they pulled into the shop's parking lot. Once they were parked, Nikki asked him to hand her the leash.

"Please don't make me walk in there with my crotch obviously leashed."

Nikki grinned. "Hand it to me, please."

Laird wildly searched for a way out that wouldn't jeopardize their evolving relationship. "Why," he wondered to himself, "When I say 'please' it sounds like I'm begging and when she says it, it is a command?" Reluctantly and fully flushed, he unzipped his fly and fished out the handle.

She gleefully took the handle and pulled the leash to its full extension. Dropping the leash, she got out of the car and opened the driver's side door. "Hand it to me," she said. Laird, defeated and aroused, obediently complied.

Laird looked around the parking lot and was relieved to see no one was there. Laughing at his fear of being embarrassed, Nikki tugged at the ...