This is a repost of an old story. I don’t mind comments or feedback, but if they are anonymous and negative I will just delete/ignore them. Thanks to my editor and proof reader for their assistance with my stories. This one is a slow burner, but it gets there in the end. Enjoy the story.
Karl Petersen sat in the leather armchair gazing out of the window of his hilltop home, the silence outside matched his mood. Today was the anniversary of his parent’s death. Six years ago just as Karl started to make serious money through his group of companies his parents were killed in a helicopter crash. Now at the age of thirty-two he had more money than he could ever spend but nobody to help him spend it and enjoy life, his last girlfriend decided she would be better off with some ageing French playboy.
Karl thought back to the day he got the call about his parents and he dashed to the hospital, his father had already passed away and on her deathbed he swore to his mother that he would look after his little sister Olivia. Six years his junior Olivia, or Liv as Karl called her proved to be a bit of a handful for him to begin with. She rebelled against everyone and was very lucky to avoid going to prison on one occasion. After this Karl sat her down and read her the riot act, he spelled it out in no uncertain terms how she would behave and what he would do if she didn’t.
For the most part Olivia held up her end of the deal until recently that is. She had got into a relationship with some dead beat, Karl knew it would only end one way. Olivia would be in tears and blaming everyone else for what went wrong. He sat there staring into the darkness and a ping from the computer alerted him to an incoming message, he walked to the desk and read the message it was one he had been waiting for from a female he had been seeing recently. It wasn’t a loving relationship but they played together sexually, she was the submissive partner to Karl’s dominant persona.
The basement of his home had been equipped with all the necessary bondage and torture equipment, indeed when Karl played he took it seriously and was always trying to push his partner to new limits. Equally she enjoyed it as much and was prepared to go along with pretty much anything he suggested. The message informed him she would visit tomorrow night and she had been a bad girl who needed discipline, Karl grinned and sent an appropriate reply saying he would meet her in the usual place. The usual place being a small bar in town, from there they would take his car back to the house.
As Karl stared at the screen he realised that this woman had been to his house four times and she had never seen anything apart from his dungeon/playroom, when Karl had the house built the basement was accessible from the underground garage or a door in his bedroom. Karl stood and started to walk back to his armchair, the doorbell snapped him out of his daydream.
“Who the fuck is that at this time of night?” He thought to himself.
“Liv!” Karl exclaimed as he looked at his sister standing there barefoot.
“Can I come in please?” she asked.
“Yeah sure, come in,” he gestured.
They went through to the lounge and Olivia asked if she could have a drink.
“What do you want to drink?” Karl asked.
“Scotch please,” Olivia replied shivering as she warmed up
“Liv, what the fuck are you doing out at this hour dressed in a t shirt and not much else?” Karl asked as he handed her the glass.
“I had a fight with Ronnie and I had to get out,” she mumbled.
“What was it about this time?” Karl sighed asking his sister.
“The usual, his drinking. Tonight he came home stinking drunk with two friends and he said they all fancied some fun, then they started pawing at me so I just ran out and came here.” Olivia said as she started to cry.
“Did any of them touch you, you know sexually?” Karl asked as he passed his sister a box of tissues.
“No. They didn’t get the chance, so I grabbed my keys and ran out. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t go back home though,” she cried.
“But Liv, that house is yours. It is your home not Ronnie’s.” Karl reminded her.
“I know but I can’t tell him to leave, he will laugh at me and probably slap me.”
“You can stay here for tonight, I will make a few calls tomorrow and get this mess sorted out.”
“Thank you Karl, thank you, and I’m sorry to trouble you.” Olivia said as she dried her tears.
“Come on, I will show you where the guest room is.” Karl said as he walked down a small hallway.
“Here you go, you can stay here for tonight.”
“Thank you! Thank you so much.” Liv replied.
“Your welcome Liv, after all you are my sister.”
“Yeah I know. By the way, when are you going to stop calling me Liv? I thought that was a childhood nickname.”
“Maybe someday but I find it easier to say than O-L-I-V-I-A,” Karl said as he pronounced her name slowly.
“Do you know I have never seen the inside of this house properly?” Olivia stated.
“I’ll give you the proper tour kızıl gaziantep escort tomorrow morning, there is a bathroom through that door with towels and whatever you need.” Karl pointed to a door on the other side of the bedroom.
Olivia nodded and said goodnight before closing the door.
When she woke the next morning she used the bathroom and then went to find the kitchen, in particular the coffee maker. Karl was already up and in the kitchen, he had just finished a phone call as Olivia approached.
“Ronnie will be out of your house within the hour so after that I will follow you back home, just to make sure.” Karl explained.
“Karl, can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah sure, fire away.”
“Would you mind if I moved in here with you? I promise there won’t be any trouble!”
“But you have your own house Liv, why would you want to move in here?” Karl enquired.
“Because I feel safe here. I know it sounds daft but I don’t feel safe at home, and I won’t now that I know Ronnie could come back at any time.”
“I don’t think you will have any more trouble from Ronnie,” Karl replied with some confidence.
“So you don’t want me here then? Is that what you are saying?”
“No Liv, that’s not what I am saying. If you want to move in then that’s fine but there will be some ground rules.”
“Such as?” Olivia asked.
“Firstly, no dead beats like Ronnie. If you do get involved with someone don’t rush to bring them back here, get to know them first please. Second, if I am working I like to be left alone and my computer is for my use only. Lastly, you can use the gym, hot tub or pool but no parties understood?”
“Okay that seems fair although I didn’t know you had a hot tub.”
“Come on, I will show you around,” Karl motioned for Liv to follow him.
He gave her a tour of the house and they agreed she would stay in the room she used last night.
“So this is your bedroom?” Olivia asked.
“Yes, this is my bedroom.”
“Very nice!” she stated as she looked around. “Where does that door lead to?” Olivia asked.
“That’s private.” Karl replied and walked off back to the kitchen.
Seeing her brother’s reaction to her question she decided not to press him on what was behind the door.
A short while later they were driving over to Olivia’s house to collect her stuff, Karl had already arranged for a company to come in and clean the place after that he would rent it out. As they approached the house Olivia spotted a powerfully built man with a bald head and a goatee beard.
“Who on earth is that?”
“Don’t worry about Mr Miller, he works for me!”
“Works for you.” Olivia said, shocked. “Doing what exactly?”
“Lots of things, but today he’s getting rid of Ronnie.” Karl Replied with a smile.
Karl approached the man and they shook hands before chatting, Olivia heard Miller say that Ronnie had left and Miller handed over the keys he took from him. As Olivia went inside to get her stuff she missed seeing her brother pass Miller an envelope.
“Thank you Mr Petersen, anytime you need me you call.” Miller said as he climbed into his car and drove off.
A couple of hours later they arrived back at Karl’s house. While Olivia had packed her stuff up, Karl had dealt with the letting agent and the cleaning company.
As Karl walked inside he heard the ping from his computer and suddenly remembered he had arranged to meet Mary tonight, he knew Mary wasn’t her real name and he didn’t wish to know otherwise. They both enjoyed what they did so there was no need to know more about each other.
“Shit!” Karl exclaimed. “Liv, I have to go out for a while. It was something that was arranged before I knew you would be moving in, you know where everything is so please help yourself to food and drink.”
“That’s okay, I can manage and I don’t need a babysitter. You go off and have some fun. I will probably have an early night anyway.”
Karl showered and changed then went off to meet Mary, they had a drink and then set off for Karl’s house it was getting dark and as he approached he switched off his headlights. Mary looked at him and he explained his sister was staying over adding that the basement was sound proofed so she wouldn’t hear them. With the car parked in the garage Karl opened the door that led to the playroom, Mary went to change into whatever outfit she would be wearing while Karl stripped off putting on a pair of shorts.
Karl leant against a bench waiting for Mary, holding a lead and collar in his hands he watched as she approached him completely naked. Mary stood in front of Karl and turned away from him holding her hair up, Karl fitted the collar and clipped the lead on before pulling Mary close to him.
“From now on you do as I say slut, or pay the price for disobeying me!” He whispered to her.
Mary nodded and looked down at the floor as Karl ran his hands over her body, he squeezed her breasts and pinched the nipples causing Mary to groan.
“The gaziantep kızıl escort bayan cross,” Carl ordered and pointed behind her.
Mary was shackled to a large wooden cross like a massive X, she stood still as Karl fitted a ball gag around her head. He slapped each cheek of her backside and laughed. Mary could feel whatever it was Karl stroked her with as it tickled and teased her, she felt her cunt moisten and her hard nipples scrape the wood of the cross as she became more aroused.
Suddenly a sharp slap on her arse snapped her back into reality Karl was slapping each arse cheek with a thin cane, he smiled as the colour of her cheeks changed to a dark pink. Mary’s arse was warm and stinging slightly but she trusted Karl with her safety, she groaned deeply as Karl placed something freezing cold on the area he had just finished caning.
Karl picked up a flogger and teased Mary by running it gently over her skin, Mary groaned around the ball gag as her flesh tingled. Using more force Karl flogged her backside and thighs, Mary yelped each time she felt the slight sting of the leather flogger.
Karl released Mary from the cross and walked her to a few paces forward, he tied her wrists together then threw the length of rope over a wooden beam. Karl pulled the rope forcing Mary to stand on her tiptoes, Karl picked up a small flogger and waved it in front of Mary’s face.
“Aah!” “Aah!” Mary groaned as Karl flogged her breasts.
Mary’s breasts were bright pink and stinging, she watched as Karl approached with nipple clamps.
“Aah Fuck!” Mary hissed as she sucked in a gasp of air when the clamps bit down on her nipples.
Karl picked up a larger flogger and proceeded to lash it against Mary’s thighs and stomach, she squealed as Karl swung up flogging her cunt, he did this several times causing her to flinch.
For the last ninety minutes or so Mary had followed Karl’s orders as he subjected her to various forms of tease and torture, as Karl secured her to a table for the last act of the night he smiled at her.
Strapped to a table with her arse close to the edge and her legs in stirrups, Karl slowly fucked her as he held a massage wand against her clit. Mary needed to cum. She had wanted to cum many times tonight, though she knew she had to wait until she was told too. Her hair was a mess and stuck to her face, her entire body covered in sweat as Karl fucked her mercilessly. His eight inch cock plundered her cunt, her whimpering told Karl that she needed to cum and couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Don’t you dare cum my little slut. Not until I say you can.” Karl hissed at her.
Karl was almost ready to cum himself and as he felt his balls tighten he ordered Mary to cum.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
The scream filled the room as Mary was finally allowed to orgasm, her body shook violently or as much as it possibly could due to her restraints. Karl filled her cunt with his semen before withdrawing and catching his breath.
Karl looked at Mary. “Fuck you are one crazy bitch!” he said as he unfastened the leathers straps freeing her body. He offered Mary a bottle of cold water as she sat up still panting their combined fluids leaking from her pussy.
Mary removed the collar and tossed it on the table. “You’ll be the death of me!” she giggled at Karl.
“I certainly hope not. But you know me, I like to push your limits.” Karl replied as they headed for a shower.
Upstairs Olivia had been woken from her sleep by a bad dream. She dreamt about what Ronnie and his drunken friends might have put her through, if she hadn’t run out. Standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of water she saw her brother’s car drive away from the house.
“Wonder where he’s off at this time of night? I never even heard him come home,” she thought to herself as she returned to bed.
Olivia was making breakfast when Karl strolled out to the kitchen yawning, she smiled as he looked at what she was cooking. Olivia told him to sit down as breakfast was almost ready, the siblings remained silent as they ate the bacon, eggs and toast Olivia had made for them.
“Did you sleep alright Liv?” Karl enquired.
“Yeah I did, well apart from waking up once.” She replied.
“I didn’t wake you did I?”
“No I had a bad dream that was all, I did see you leave though when I came out here for a glass of water.”
“Oh yes I forgot something and came back for it,” Karl explained sheepishly.
“No need to explain anything, it’s your house after all.” Olivia smiled.
A few months had passed and apart from Karl going out occasionally they lived together quite well, there had been some minor disputes over stupid things but on the whole they enjoyed each other’s company. Karl had a routine of exercising first thing in the morning, then having breakfast before working if there was anything to attend to. Olivia had got used to this and stayed out of the gaziantep kızıl escort way, tending to sit in the kitchen and work on her laptop. One morning she had a meeting to attend with a client, Karl wished her luck as she left.
“Bloody great!” Olivia yelled as she stormed back indoors. “Of all the mornings to get a flat battery it has to be today! Karl, can you run me to my meeting please? It’s important that I am not late.”
“Sorry I have stuff to do right now. Take my car and I will get yours sorted out later today,” He said as he tossed his keys towards her. “Push the red button on the fob to open the garage door.”
When Olivia finished her meeting she checked her phone and there was a text from Karl.
“Got your car started, it needed a new battery, had one fitted but then I had to go out will see you later K x“
Olivia texted back a thank you and set off for home, as she approached the garage she pushed the fob and the door opened. Spotting the door in the corner of the garage Olivia thought it was a shortcut to indoors, the key for the door was on the bunch with the car key. Making sure the garage door was closed she opened the door and stepped inside, turning on the light Olivia stopped in her tracks.
“What the hell!” Liv exclaimed as she looked around the room and all the equipment in it. She never knew her brother was into this sort of kinky stuff. She realised this was the private room he didn’t want her to see, not surprising really given what it was used for.
She was amazed at the array of whips, canes and such items, as she had a quick look around Olivia felt a tingle in her tummy and a moist feeling in her crotch. She left the room quickly by another door, this one bought her into the house in her brother’s bedroom. Closing the door behind her she dashed into the lounge. Karl arrived home a few minutes later, Olivia was thankful he didn’t catch her downstairs.
During dinner they chatted but Olivia couldn’t help but think of the secret room downstairs.
“Is something wrong Liv? You seem miles away tonight,” Karl asked.
“No nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry I’m just not with it right now.”
“Was it the meeting? Did something happen?” Karl asked
“No, the meeting went okay. I have secured their business for another 3 years at least.”
Karl looked at his sister and she knew by the look she would have to admit to what she had seen.
“Please don’t tell me you dented my car?” he asked.
“No, the car is fine. Look I do have something to say and please don’t get upset it was a genuine mistake. When I got back earlier today I parked your car in the garage, I thought the door in the corner was a shortcut into the house. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw what was in the room.”
“Oh god.” Karl groaned. “You must think I am a sick pervert now you know what is down there?”
“No, not at all. I don’t think that, although I must admit I was surprised. But I guess if that’s how you get your kicks then so be it.”
“I’m sorry Liv. I never wanted you to see that room.”
“Why not? It’s nothing to be ashamed of Karl, I was just surprised that’s all. Look, let’s finish dinner and say no more about it.”
Karl nodded and carried on eating. He knew Olivia had more questions, she chose to leave them for now. Equally Karl was grateful as he really didn’t want to go into details about downstairs, and what went on down there.
That night in bed Olivia couldn’t help but think of her brother and his playroom, as she had decided to call it. She preferred that to the dungeon anyway. The more her imagination ran riot the hornier she got, her hand slipped inside her panties sliding over the small tuft of pubic hair finding her erect clit. Olivia stroked it gently gasping as she got near to orgasm. Her fingers furiously flicked across her love button as she came hard, relaxed Olivia fell into a restful sleep almost immediately.
For the next few days the siblings were busy with their respective jobs. Karl was moving money, checking his investments and making phone calls. Olivia busied herself with some revisions to a project for a client. Each knew not to disturb the other, when Olivia took a break to make coffee she took one into Karl and just placed it on his desk. No words were spoken and they carried on working in silence. In the evening as they watched TV Karl sensed Olivia wanted to say something, he was going to wait for her to speak when she was ready. A short while later Olivia sat up.
“Karl, about the playroom downstairs?” Olivia asked.
“Oh dear god,” he groaned.
“No seriously, I want to ask you something.”
“Okaayyy Liv, go ahead.” He replied thinking it would be better to get it over with.
“I was wondering if you would show me the room and what you do down there?”
“What? Why? You have already seen it so why do you need me to show it to you?”
“No I mean would you show me what all the stuff down there is for, I know what the room is for but not what each individual thing does.”
Karl stared at his sister for a few seconds. “Come on then.” Karl groaned, knowing he would get no peace until Olivia had seen everything downstairs.
Stepping into the room Karl switched on the light and waited for Olivia to start asking questions, she walked around looking at all the equipment then turned and asked “What’s this big cross for?”