“Kneel bitch,” she snarled and let the satisfaction wash over her when the fox reluctantly obeyed. Striding over to him effortlessly on her high heeled boots she gripped his face savagely, forcing her brother to make eye contact with her.


“You little shit,” she growled, her voice low and menacing. “You really thought you could dominate me? Me!?”


She threw him to the floor and pressed her boot against his face. The sense of endorphins running through her brain when she saw the tears leaking from his eyes, a look of remorse and more importantly, fear on his face.


“Assume the position, Maggot.” She said it with cold calculation. Hesitating for just a second Morgan assumed a presenting position, on his knees with his back bent, arms crossed behind him with his head pressed to the floor and his ass raised up with his chaste cock peeking between his thighs.


“Please,” he begged in the high pitched, girly tone she made him put on. “Please fuck my faggot pussy Mistress. Take your pleasure from this worthless cocksleeve and punish me harshly if I disappoint you. Please ma’am.”


“Good bitch,” snarled Jess as she took a handful of the fox’s ass and squeezed possessively. “Little dick muncher wants his sister's cock bad, huh? Tell me how much you want it.”


“I want it more than anything, Mistress. I want your cock more than I want food or water. I want it more than I want to cum. Please,” he begged, the edge growing more and more in his voice as he tried his best to keep his composure. “Please fuck your slave, Mistress.”


She knelt down behind him and, taking both cheeks in her hands, spread him so she could get a look at his cute virgin tail pucker. She heard him whimper something unintelligible and squeezed his balls hard, drawing a breathless scream from him. “What was that, Maggot?”


“Lube,” he croaked. “Please Miss, use lube.”


“I don’t know,” she said doubtfully while tugging on his bound eggs, listening to his groans and feeling a slight wetness of pre-cum leaking out of the slit in his cage. “Do you think you deserve lube? After the shit you pulled?”


He shook his head. “No Mistress, this slave doesn’t deserve any lube. But Mistress’ cock is so big, without it she might rip this whore in two.”


This drew a round of raucous laughter and she gave his balls one last playful squeeze before releasing them and taking a hold of his ass again. “Well, you got a point there. I’d like to use this more than once. Ah, fuck it,” she shrugged and spat a wad of saliva onto her step-brothers tailhole.


“That should do. Now just try and rel-”


She stopped mid word as she reached down to grip her throbbing cock and...nothing. Looking down she saw that where her rock hard dick used to be was a metal cage enclosed around it. A ring encircled the base of her cock and balls drawing them in and making her erection an agonizing experience. Looking back she saw that Morgan was gone, and she was on her knees with her arms in a box binder and a leather muzzle strapped tightly to her head. A posture collar now forced her to look forward at all times with a leash dangling between her breasts.


“What’s wrong, Maggot? Something not right? Does your widdle cock hurt?” The cruel teasing voice of her step-brother cut through the darkness of the dungeon but he was nowhere to be found. A sudden pinch to her nipple made her scream and she frantically rolled her eyes to find Morgan but he was still missing. She tried not to blink but ended up doing it anyway.


Suddenly he was standing in front of her, Jessie forced to look up at his erect cock. Outside of a leather vest and boots he was nude, her leash in his hand. Grinning at her.


“Well, how about you assume the position without me having to get the cattle prod huh? And you can forget about lube. I’m going in dry.”


—


Jessie awoke with a start, the dream still fresh in her mind and the fear with it. She was in her room. It was still dark, disorienting the dog herm even more than her sleep-addled mind already had. She tried to rub her face and yawn but two things became immediately apparent. First, her arms refused to move more than an inch from above her head and second, she couldn’t open her mouth. Looking over she found both hands encased in her fingerless bondage mitts and chained to the headboard of her bed. Wriggling her feet told her that her ankles were similarly restrained. The overpowering smell of leather in her nostrils was evidence that she was wearing one of her heavy-duty muzzles, the kind originally designed for ferals. At least the hood was off.


She huffed in anger and let her eyes adjust to the dark. Looking down over herself she felt her anger rise as she saw her step-brother laying on top of her, using Jessie as a literal body pillow and resting his head on her tits. The image of the fox on his knees presenting himself to her (an often thought of fantasy for her) was still running through her mind, quickly dashed as her usual morning wood was painfully kept from reaching full mast. Her worst fears come true. She strained as hard as possible to look down and see the shiny chrome of her chastity cage firmly encasing her cock, kept on with a small pink heart-shaped padlock.


Reeling from the realization that yesterday wasn’t some kind of lust-fueled fantasy she noticed Morgan begin to stir. She silently glared daggers at him while he yawned and stretched, looking up at her blearily and smiling.


“Morning, cum socket,” he said condescendingly, twisting one of her nipples until she grunted in response. “How’d you sleep? Yesterday really took it out of me, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much in one day.” 


His expression turned to one of mock sympathy. “Oh I’m so sorry, I forgot you started going on an orgasm restriction.” He reached down and tugged at her cage while he said it, sending waves of both pleasure and nausea through her stomach.


“Don’t worry, I think I can make up for both of us” he said, releasing his hold and flopping down next to her. “Yesterday sure was fun though, huh? You came so hard! Too bad it was ruined, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry before!”


Jess grunted unintelligibly and turned her head so Morgan couldn’t see the tears of frustration well in her eyes as she remembered.


—


She was fucked. Dear god, was she fucked. Morgan had already shown her a playback of herself just to hammer the point home, all the while playing with her cock and commenting on how she was still hard despite the embarrassment and degradation.


“Well yeah if you keep fucking playing with my dick Mag-aaaaah!” Her smart ass retort cut off by a pair of claws digging into the sensitive flesh of her cock head. He had removed the vibrator and cock ring leaving her massive dick erect and vulnerable. He’s even brought his chair in so he could sit comfortably while he toyed with her.


“I’d watch my mouth if I were you, Jess.” He waved his phone in front of her desperate hooded face. “Couple more of those and I’m posting the video on your Furbook profile. Everyone at school tagged too.”


She wanted to think he was bluffing, but her computer still sat open and easily accessible. Hell she had Furbook as a fucking bookmark. In as little as 30 seconds her social life could be over. What was being her sissy little brother's “slave” compared to that? Nothing she could think up that Morgan seemed capable of could be that bad. He’d probably just have her do his chores and suck his dick whenever he wanted, vanilla shit like that. Hell the little faggot would probably ask her to fuck him soon enough.  Mentally she swallowed her pride.


“Where do you want me to start?” She asked. The hood made it hard for her to open her muzzle so she was reduced to half-assed mumbling unless she yelled.


The fox pondered for a minute, his hand never stopping it’s incessant light stroking of her cock driving her wild. Wrapping his hand around her knot he gave it a squeeze, drawing a groan from the bound Dobie. 


“How about when you found out you liked this,” he waved his hand around her bindings and the paused hardcore bdsm porn in the background. “How old were you?”


Fighting the urge to pump her hips into his hand to get some more friction going, she took a breath. “Probably-nnn fff-probably 10 or 11, I think. I-I remember watching this anime with some friends where a girl gets stripped down to her underwear and tied UUUUUP, I had to go to the bathroom and jack off.”


She tried her best to shrug nonchalantly and ended up with an almost comical jerk of her shoulders. “After that I started looking it up. A lot.” She looked away embarrassed after remembering what she was talking about and who she was with.


Morgan was there to quickly prompt her. “What about tying yourself up?”


“A-about the same time. We were playing cops and rrrrobbers once and I was tied up and put in a closet.” She blushed harder and her cock pulsed in his hand. “I was so fucking hot-Ahh! Watch the claws! Sorry! Sorry! I got so horny I-I came in my shorts!” She unconsciously jerked her hips into Morgan’s hand and he pulled away, waiting for her to come down from the edge.


This was fun, but it was time to go deeper.


Grabbing the pump gag he turned it over slowly in his hands while he examined it. “That sounds pretty embarrassing,” he chuckled. “So you started doing it yourself? Is this everything you have here?”


Jess was silent for a minute, anxiously biting her lip. Morgan was about to “encourage” her with his nail pushed into her piss slit but she finally opened up. 


“Closet. My closet.”


Satisfied he released her cock (to Jess’ simultaneous frustration and relief) and stood. “Good girl. Now I would like to see this gag in action again but I think you need to be able to tell me what some things are here. So hold onto this for me,” he placed the pump gag in her lap and opened the closets sliding doors.


Jackpot. Jessie’s double wide closet was filled almost to the brim with all manner of gear. Dildoes modeled after almost every species, from basic canine to dragon and horse. Various hoods and other facial restraints, even mouth and nose hooks. Outfits hung from hangers off to the side, Morgan eyeing one that was just a mass of leather straps, several designed to wrap around Jess’ tits and cock. Bins full of rope and leather restraints stacked in a corner. 


Taking down a brightly colored box from a shelf he saw that it was a chastity cage, the labeling saying it was designed with herms in mind. The back of the packet showed a busty red dragoness in a gimp mask wearing it, her arms crossed behind her neck with knees bent and spread wide. Small lines pointed out various mechanics of the device; built in waterproof electrodes for correction and punishment, easily automated with an app. On the other hand a vibration function, mainly for teasing and ruined orgasms as a “reward” (as the box satirically so put it.) Also containing a GPS tracker so the owner could track the wearer.


A blurb on the corner read “Trusted product of professional porn actress Marcella Truefire” and a word bubble at the dragoness’ head said “Nothing else keeps me on track like CiCi’s patented Herm Control Device!” Morgan thought it rather silly that she would be speaking, since the mouth hole was zipped shut and her throat seemed to be bulging around a cock gag. Oh well, semantics he thought.


“How the fuck do you pay for all this?” He asked as he plopped back into his chair, the old thing squeaking loudly. He still held the box in his hands, Jess noted gravely. “I’ve literally never seen you work once.”


“I work!” She barked, regretting it when he gave her a none too gentle flick to her cock head. “I just don’t do a shitty 9 to 5. I make my own schedules and keep my own clients.”


“So you’re a whore,” Morgan said flatly.


“I’m not a fucking whore!” She shouted, immediately falling silent as if Morgan was about to scold her like a child for swearing. He noted this and let it slide. She was already learning.


“Feel free to elaborate,” he said, opening the box and taking out an instruction manual. The box he set aside on her desk for now while he perused the various features of the cage. “In fact I insist.”


Jess looked down in embarrassment only to be confronted by her demanding cock. “Well, when I was a Freshman this junior chick wanted to fuck her boyfriend but she knew your first time hurt. So she asked me to…”do” her if she paid me and I said yes.” Once again a half-assed attempt at a shrug. “After that all the girls were asking me.” Another admission recorded and stored for future use.


“Is that how you and Sam got together?” The mention of Jess’ ex made her jerk up and glare at him-not that he could see it with the small eye holes but she thought the message got through. “What? Don’t tell me you’re still raw over that. I’m not the one who knocked her up.”


“The fucking condom broke!” She burst out in anger. “How the fuck was I supposed to know!? Next week she says she missed her period and her parents find out and-“


“She got sent to a fucking nunnery, I’ve heard it enough times Jess,” Morgan finished. “You didn’t answer my question. Did she come to you as a client or just a curious girl looking for love?”


“Client…” she groaned in a defeated tone. “Well, she said it was as a client but I knew for a fact no guy would touch her with a ten foot pole. I felt sorry for her. We went out for dinner and we fucked. I didn’t think she would…”


“Latch on like she did?”


“Yeah,” Jess agreed.


“Did you do this stuff with her too?”


“Yeah, but didn’t have a lot back then. Just a hood and some cuffs.”


“Your own little gimp girl.” The visualization made Jess’ cock twitch and she nodded silently, gulping and breathing heavy.


Grabbing the pump gag off Jessie’s lap he held the prod end in front of her mouth. “Alright, I think I’ve heard enough for now. I need some silence to think.”


Looking up at him she asked in a tone altogether unlike her, “may I please have the hood removed? It’s getting really hot and if you gag me I can’t pant.”


Seeing her point he saw no harm in it and humored her. She sighed in relief before having the prod shoved to her lips again and with an angry look slowly opened her mouth. The straps wrapped around her head and he buckled them tight, making sure to pull her hair out of the way so it wasn’t caught. Grabbing the bulb he gave it a few pumps, watching the gagged Dobie’s eyes and cheeks slowly widen. He gave her nipple an experimental twist, drawing a muffled groan that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.


Leaning back in his chair Morgan realized he was at full mast. “All this fun has me horny, I need to crank one out. You don’t mind, right? Didn’t think so.”


Jessie watched helplessly as her brother fished his cock out of his pajamas. “Definitely not as impressive as you I’m afraid,” he said while stroking himself. “But it gets the job done.”


He watched Jess while he masturbated, seeing her breathing deepen and her cock twitch, aching for attention. The cunt was getting off on this, he thought.


“Fuck yeah,” he growled lowly as he approached the edge. Looking up he saw Jess humping the air herself, her eyes focused on his cock. “You want my cum, Maggot?”


A hearty nod and he grinned, standing up and all but straddling her as he took a breast in hand, squeezing rhythmically as he crested. A howl and he came harder than he ever thought possible, his first wad hitting Jess right between the eyes and his other spurts covering her tits along with her own. The sight of his bully step-sister with cum dripping down her face sent him into near hysterical fits of laughter as she closed her eyes and blushed as her cock began to die down.


Immediately snapping wide open again at the feeling of her cock being seized and rapidly pumped. “I’ve left you hanging long enough, Jess. Let’s give you what you want.”


Muffled thank-you’s spilled out from behind her gag as she unashamedly fucked Morgan’s hand. In a matter of seconds his hand was slick with pre-cum. He watched her take in deep breaths and hold them, trying to delay her orgasm and savor it as long as possible. Finally she couldn’t help herself anymore, shouting out muffled “I’m Cumming!”’s over and over. Finally he felt the unmistakable pulse of orgasm and pulled away, leaving her to slowly dribble cum from her tip as she whimpered in frustration.


“What? I said you deserved an orgasm. I didn’t say it would feel good.” Pulling the cock cage out of its box he coated the inside with the supplied lubricant before taking hold of Jess’ limp cock and slipping it in, wrapping the ring around her shaft and balls before securing it in place with the cute little heart padlock.


He gave her a minute to soak in her newly caged cock while he downloaded the respective app for the device. A few taps and they were synced. Deciding to give it a test he opened up the “punishment” panel. He was offered a list of varying intensity shocks to the cock, balls, perineum or any combination of the 3, from 1 to 15. Pressing the 5 button to the cock he saw Jessie tense for a moment before letting out an agonized wail. Backing out he moved to the “reward” panel. Same principle, just with vibration instead of shocks. 


There were other panels too, the ability to set a regimen, schedule, even positive and negative reinforcement training with the help of onboard AI. His mind spun with the possibilities. But that could wait for later. Time to check out what other kind of messed up secrets Jess kept on her computer. Pushing her to the side he rolled up his chair and got comfortable, crossing his legs on the chair seat.


Looking over he saw Jess watching him with apprehension. “What’s wrong Maggot? Afraid I’m gonna find something embarrassing?” He smiled and gave her balls a playful squeeze. “I think we’re far past that now. Now be quiet while I work, I don’t want to have to shock you again so soon.”