Mistress in the Making Phase 2 by Robsam1991
Dive into the tantalizing world of “Mistress in the Making Phase 2” by Robsam1991, where desire and power intertwine in an electrifying narrative. Explore the depths of sensuality as characters embark on an exhilarating journey of submission and domination. Get ready for steamy encounters that will leave you breathless!
Layla wanted to tell her aunt how much she felt about following her footsteps. Instead, she learned something more valuable through the insight of her aunt’s slave…her sister Laura. , Chapter 3
When I got back home after school, with half my mind still on whether I should tell my aunt about my little voyeurism and sadistic tendencies, my jaw fell off as I saw my sister, Laura, preparing food in the kitchen. My aunt was standing beside her, chopping up some vegetables on the kitchen counter. I stood there like an idiot, staring at both of them whom clearly had no idea that I was aware of their sadomasochistic proclivities.
“Hi, Layla. How are you?” my sister greeted me with the most enthusiastic voice I’ve ever heard. My aunt looked up and smiled to acknowledge my presence.
“Hey.” I uttered awkwardly, staring at my sister prancing in the kitchen as if nothing had happened. At that instance, I was almost convinced that everything I saw down in the basement for days was only a figment of my imagination.
“Something’s wrong? Layla?” My aunt asked as she saw me gawking.
“Nothing.” I shook my head. “How’s the interview?” I promptly asked my sister.
“Great.” she turned to the counter, obviously deliberately trying to avoid eye contact. I knew it when my sister lied. She sucked at it.
“Oh. Have they accepted you?” I pried further. Instantly, the sound of the plate crashing to the ground ranged across the room. The sound startled me. My sister quickly bent down to retrieve the broken pieces before aunt stopped her. I could see just how pale she was, but I wasn’t sure which was the real cause, my seemingly harmless question, or the fact that she’d broken a plate.
“Don’t worry about it. Go and sit.” my aunt said with a hint of authority. My sister shot up from the ground and went for the seat without question. She sat down quietly by the counter. She was shivering in fear.
“I’m sorry.” she muttered softly, almost so weak i thought she could collapse at any moment.
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” I snapped. She quickly looked at aunt Mary, whom was busy cleaning out the broken glass, before staring back at her fingers like an errant child who was caught painting the walls with crayons.
I can’t believe what I saw. My aunt actually had tamed the most vicious lioness of all time. I had never seen Laura so apologetic, so demure, so…submissive. If i didn’t know about the basement secret, i would have probably thought that she had been possessed or hit her head too hard. But since i knew what had actually gone down, it was terrifying to see how much she had changed. It was like a completely different person. And it hurt quite a bit to see her like that.
I quickly held her cold hands and drew them to my laps as I sat beside her. “Are you hurt?” I asked compassionately as if I was talking to a sobbing five year old.
“No.” she mumbled. I snapped to my aunt grudgingly, not so much on the things she did, but damn her for not at least telling Laura that it wasn’t her fault. The fault was mine.
Despite the fact that my sister can be an asshole at some point, seeing her like this was making me uncomfortable, almost guilty. I couldn’t believe that I actually thought everything my aunt did was rather amazing instead of sickening. Maybe it was, since she did make the queen of the jungle into a docile little kitten. It confused my conscience even more. I don’t even know what is right and what is wrong anymore.
“Are you okay?” I caressed her cheek tenderly with my finger.
“Yes.” her lips curled a weak smile.
“Dinner is ready.” my aunt said nonchalantly while landing two plates of grilled beef and veges on the table. She turned back to the counter to retrieve hers before returning to the dining table to join us.
“Eat.” she said after she sat down. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that she’s commanding my sister. Despicable as it might be, i thought i should test it out my sister’s new gained compliance.
“Laura, it’s been a long time since we hanged out, want to go shopping?” I asked as cheerfully as I could possibly feign while trying to enjoy the scrumptious dinner.
“Uhmm…” she uttered nervously before turning her head to my aunt, whom was chewing her salad quietly. Wow…just wow.
A week before, Laura would have jumped on the wagon without hesitation. Hell, she would have voiced out all the shops she would want to visit and the stuff she might want to buy. It would take an hour before she would shut up about it.
“You still need to pack your stuff for college, don’t you?” my aunt asked flatly.
“Yes.” my sister affirmed and turned to me.
God, could Laura be more obvious. It was clear as day. She was under Aunt Mary’s control. I wondered if Aunt Mary was threatening Laura. If that wasn’t the case, Laura wouldn’t have been this obedient and compliant. God, what had Aunt Mary threatened Laura with? A week down in the basement? A month? A year? Or was she threatening her with the lewd tortures she administered these past few days.
“Aww…I promise to help her out.” I pleaded my aunt deceitfully, “Please, aunt Mary, can we go shopping?” I added to test their limit.
“Laura is very busy, Layla. Give her a break.” aunt Mary smiled forcefully. I could see those ‘pissed off’ frowns on her forehead. A clear indication that I should back off.
“Oh well. I guess we will go out next time.” I brushed off the topic and continued eating my dinner.
Half way through the meal, I noticed the growing awkward silence. They might pretend not to be affected by the unbearable silence shrouding the dining room, and I could sense the unspoken conversation happening between the control and the controlled.
“So, when are you going to college?” i restarted the topic once more.
“Erm…next week Wednesday.” she muffled uncertainly.
“Cool. What are you majoring in?” BDSM… i answered in my mind sarcastically.
“Erm…” she stuttered. I could see that she’s beginning to panic. Lying to me was my sister’s worst skill. She knew I could see right through her.
“Psychology.” my aunt answered just in time for me to not get suspicious, or so she thought, which my sister then gladly said yes. What a bunch of liars!
“What are you planning to do this week then? You still have around 4 days.” i waved my half eaten piece of broccoli at her.
Her head instinctively turned to my aunt, as if the answer was written on her face, and then turned back to me. “I don’t know.”
“We can always go shopping.” there, I did it again, resurfacing the dreaded topic. Silence hit the dining table instantly. I held my breath and watched as Laura and my aunt struggled to find a way to keep me out from the secret. It infuriated me even more when my sister kept looking at my aunt for answers. I wanted to just stand up and tell them that I know everything they did, but i didn’t.