Brotherly Love

In"Brother Love - 05"Stephie was born again into her old role, developed by months of intricate training from Crystal (Mother) ten years ago, her freshman year of college. She has taken control of her husband Bryson, her Brother-In-Law, Cam and his wife, Hilary.

Her personality was released through the fetish exploration of the two brothers, leading to two babies on the way, who could be either's children. A dicey proposition for her husband Bryson, Pastor of the "Good Life" non-denominational church founded by her Father-In-Law.

She was trained to control and took the reins in creating a narrative and beginning training for the three, to ensure their obedience in keeping what would be a monumental scandal if found out.

They had just completed a weekend at the lake house where their bastard children were conceived weeks before announcing their pregnancies. It also marked the first, and most important, step in Stephie's domination of the family.

She and Bryson were returning home where she was ready to tell him the story of how she landed in Campus Ministry ten years ago, and why she seduced, dated and married him.

This has been edited by JacobRiley49 and has female dominance including the cuckolding of Stephie's husband Bryson.

Stop reading if that's a theme you despise.

Expertly edited byJacboRiley49, thanks for all your work

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(Told from Stephie's POV.)

I started the minute we got into the car.

I wanted a foundation of information available for Bryson to process, adding depth to our current alignment, where he was my total slave and at the snap of my fingers a cuck to his brother Cam. Bryson held the keys to making this successful and could destroy the illusion of my power by denying his roles.

"The day I met you was both the lowest point, and highest point in my life. Do you remember it and tell me your version completely?"

At parties and gatherings, you sometimes talk about how you meet your spouse. We had a coded version due to the nature of who he was, who he is now and the speed at which we grew attached to each other.

"Completely? Not our version," he said smiling, thinking exactly what I was thinking. "We tell everyone that you came in to find Jesus, and your reward was finding me at the same time."

I laughed, because it was verbatim.

"When was the last time we spoke of the actual details?" I asked, putting my hand on his knee. I really love this man, what he gave up then and what he's submitting to now. The two things are very consistent to who he was.

"You walked into our offices beside the church, the sun shone through the front door and window, putting this halo around your beauty."

"Damn, Bryson you should have been sharing that all these years."

"You were wearing a tank top, no bra, you nipples were hard from the air conditioning, it was a hot spring day on campus."

"I was quite embarrassed; your eyes were right on my chest."

"I had seen you at the 'LGBTQ' stand in the union with your coach and others promoting the university club there." He paused. "I've never told you but I was bummed you were there, cause I might have asked you out."

"I wasn't wearing a bra then either."

"I noticed," he said and we laughed again.  The drive was about an hour, and I felt we needed to pick up the plot a little bit.

"What made you decide to fuck me that night?"

"You came in and said, 'I'm lost and I need to find Christ'" He said, knowing I had religion in my background and needed to re-connect."

"You led me on a scripture-filled conversation about morality, and choices," I said, moving past the afternoon's activities. "You were so good in framing my past choices without digging into them. I was in no position to dive into them like I am now."

"Guilt and Shame are weapons the Evil One, uses to hold us down. Releasing them allows us to fly free."

"I felt free after the four hours you spent with me, going into the church and praying for forgiveness," I said. "Confessing to Father Juan Carlos who kept my deepest, darkest secrets and forgave me so I didn't have to tell you."

"You came out and when you asked me how long it was going to be before I was a priest, your eyes brightened when I said..."

"I'm not going into the priesthood, this is just a job that gives me insight to Catholicism," I cut in finishing his statement, knowing it better than he did. "I was immediately attracted to you and a bit of what I wanted to forget kicked in and took over."

"I saw that part of you this weekend," Bryson stated, then looked at me. "It's why I melted into my role. You really have had me as a submissive this whole marriage."

"It didn't take much 10 years ago or the past 48 hours."

"No. I asked you if you wanted something to eat, you did and we conversed on the surface of where you were coming from and why you walked through my doors."

"We held hands during that talk; it was so sweet."

"Then you moved your foot to my crotch, that was so hot."

"We were in my dorm room within an hour."

"You were naked and riding me in 30 minutes."

"Yes, I made you lay back and I squatted down until you filled me; a man for the first time."

"I was shocked when you told me that, after I came a third time inside you." He said, then paused. "It made my mind up that I was going to marry you, no matter how long it took me to get to that point."

"Six months, you proposed on 'All-Hallows Eve'."

"Halloween!... Fitting I guess."

We were about 1/2-way home and I wanted to give him a taste of where I had been during the two days before meeting me officially and taking him back to my dorm room.

"It was fitting, and I kinda used some of my training to guide you there."

"Really? It felt like something I wanted."

I smiled and he bowed, knowing how foolish that statement was after experiencing my control for the past 48 hours (several weeks actually going back to the hook up at the Lake House).

"I walked into your offices after spending three weeks barely attending classes to finish my training so as to sit at Mother's right hand."

"This is Crystal, the gymnastics coach who left the university a couple weeks later?" he asked, knowing only what I'd told him over the past few weeks.

"Yes, she had been training me since Christmas and we were going to transfer to an east coast school that had more direct access to a vibrant BDSM scene."

"Oh, wow."

"While my grade point dropped from As to Cs, I was learning through her direction with various groups and Domme's she had an association with, while she was with her previous partner."

"You didn't meet her standards?"

"Quite to the contrary, I was so good I was set to be ordained a fully-fledged Mistress and given a stable of submissives upon our transfer."

"What happened?"

"Her ex-girlfriend and top sub came to town with a group and they reconnected."

"Oh shit!"

I began to tell him about our last weekend together right before I stumbled into his life and his cock rammed into my cunt.

(Iowa City, Iowa, 10 years ago - a month from the end of the year.)

"Mother, I've brought you clean things," I said standing outside the bathroom, we were getting ready to go to one of her "gatherings".

I was dressed in a white corset, my cute, perky 34B breasts pushed up. There was actual cleavage to stare down into! White stockings ran up my legs, crotchless with a panty that opened for taste, maybe a strap-on, or dildo, but no cock. My hair was done upwards high with white ribbon and silver hair ties constructing a sculpture that highlighted my face, light and powdery make-up, with bright ruby red lip stick.

"Oh, my Dear Child, you look delicious, however I have loaned you out to Mistress Zendeha and her stable," she paused looking down to the floor for a second then back at me. "I've had another commitment come up."

"Yes Mother, I shall wait in the garage."

"Good Gurl," she said and lightly kissed my cheek, her breasts spilling out of her towel, she released the kiss and got to my eye level. "I will make it up to you, I know we were going to celebrate your passage to becoming a Mistress."

"Thank you Mother, I will please them tonight."

"I told them you were the best, now go wait, they'll pull in like the others."

This wasn't the first time I'd been farmed out; it was part of the training and part of the lifestyle. I once was purchased to a Domme and an entire group of men; it was marvelous.

This felt different, very sudden, no warning.

I got my handbag, had a couple of beef sticks so I didn't get hungry, and waited in the dark as per instructions.

Mother and I had come from a full night just as lovers, the first time in several weeks, where it wasn't aftercare, or being shared. Just us like we were a couple at home, enjoying fine food, wine and each other's bodies.

The garage door opened.

A black Chevy Traverse rolled in and the back door opened. A naked woman, with piercings everywhere and chains attaching to each piercing making it look like a silver dress almost opened the door then pulled the handle to open up the back seat and directed me all the way into the back.

There were two other women, dressed a lot like me with different coloured corsets or bustiers, various adornments and make-up that was vibrant and sexy.

"You look amazing, Sweets,"

A larger girl sitting in the middle waiting for me to sit down spoke, extending a hand. "The name is Zell. This is Pak."

Pack was a beautiful Asian girl, tiny with breasts bigger than her frame should be carrying, being held back by a tank-top and wearing short shorts. Very K-Pop looking.

"Hello...Stephie," I said shaking their hands but getting a big hug from Zell, pulling me into her large bosom her eyes eating me up, her breasts spilling out into me while I shut the door. "Pak is my pet. Isn't she cute??!"

"Mmm hmm." I said, our lips meeting immediately.

I had been put into these hypersexual situations often, with groups of ladies, an occasional sub-male, where we started kissing and probing, and ending up naked for hours.

This had a ride all night vibe, with a flair of cotton candy.

We drove quite a ways, Zell was kissing me, her fingers found the openings in my panties and stockings, jamming her fingers inside of me, and I reciprocated.

"Ohhh...babe, you are delicious," Zell moaned, getting off on my hand, my mouth finding her nipples.

She slid Pak between us and we lifted off her tank and both sucked on her amazing breasts. She giggled, my hand found her thigh and moved up to her cunt, pushing under the opening in her shorts, not surprised to find there were no panties.

"Ohhh...Mistressssss...."

She called me it; I had arrived. Months of training prepared me for this night and now I just had to act. Mother had broken down every training like she did her gymnastics lessons, into simple, repeatable actions that could be fitted into every situation.

Her words signaled me to bite down on her nipple affirming my dominance.

"AHhh! Ohhh!"

I followed the bite with soothing saliva and sucking, lifting off it and blowing my hot breath across the bite spot.

"Ohhh...Mistress...Mmmmm."

We arrived at our destination, my first time as a Domme, playing out the roles I'd practiced with Mother, her role-playing a sub. I'd had some interaction in other gatherings dominating other subs, this was going to be so much different.

"Mistress....."

"Sassy" I said, a word Mother would use with my behaviour sometimes, the older Domme, who stood almost six-foot-tall towering over me.

"May I request a kiss?" She said, leaning in when I nodded yes, granting the request in a subtle submissive way. Her lips tasted sweet like the wine she was drinking on the way to the event. She whispered her name into me ear "Mistress Journey."

"Mistress Journey, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, rubbing her arm. "May we spend time together sometime this evening."

"That would be lovely..."

Dominants have the freedom to converse, however do not misstep and read each other's body language and answers, or you could end up submitting to them always. You ask and react, don't just give or take.

She was African/American, very dark skin, she wore a similar style outfit to mine, but all black, same ruby red lipstick, she was fully crotchless wanting to feel many Master's cocks, their power granting her power over their stables.

Mother would say, taking a man's cock may seem like surrender, it's actually a gift of power, one they will chase forever, the feeling of your body wrapped around his shaft will haunt, and they'll foolishly give you the world.

I took cock down my throat and up my arse, not much of a reward, however it gave them release to calm and let me work my games on them. I'd be able to play dominant games with them after they pumped my stomach or arse full of cum, getting to spank or bite, control for a time.

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(Real Time picking up the kids)

We'd arrived at Mom's house and got our kids. I was glad it wasn't at Bryson's folks; his Dad seemed to have issue with the pregnancy and the timing. We'd always had a love-hate relationship, though I'd catch him glancing at my backside and I'd always wondered what his thoughts were. My awakened Mistress side believed he was an "Arse Man" and was imagining taking me from behind.

"Mommy!" our middle one hollered, running to me and soon they were all appearing out of everywhere. "Do you have a baby brother inside you?"

"Aww, Honey I don't know yet and we like to wait and be surprised." I said my disdain for the 'gender reveal culture', another made up celebration to sell blue and pink stuff.

We talked with my folks for a little bit before herding the kids into the car. We went home, had a normal Sunday afternoon with them, playing in the yard and cooking dinner. Life was how it was supposed to be regardless of who's baby was in my belly, and I had intended to keep it this way forever.

"After the kids go to sleep let's stay up all night like we used to with the first one," I said, rubbing Bryson's leg. "I don't work tomorrow and you're flexible on Mondays. I'll finish the story and love you like my husband."

He smiled and nodded 'okay'.

I loved him dearly, the bisexual side of me devalued Cam's large cock and my dominant training found some disdain for my brother-in-law's need to fuck hard.

Bryson was a better lover overall, the complete package and he willingly submitted to me, I'd always known it was in there, now that I was back; I felt comfort at his side.

We'd kissed the last one goodnight and retreated to the bedroom, stripping down and sliding under the covers. We would fondle and feel, stroke and play while I was telling the story and at the proper moment, fuck while describing what was happening to me.

I was always thankful we took the time to fully train our kids at bedtime so they went down, however we talked about normal things for about a half hour making sure no one came through the door while we were doing something. Regardless we would be covered during the next hour or so.

"Are you ready for the more of the story?"

"Please..."

"Good Boi..." I said, squeezing his cheeks with one hand.

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(10 year prior - At the gathering)

"Thank you MISTRESS!"

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK

"AHHHH THANK YOU, MISTRESS!"

I'd shown off my rope skills, bargaining the use of a Master's sub by sucking him off and swallowing his seed. The slender pet, performing with all the dog mannerisms was the launching point for showcasing my talents. I had been ruthless, kind, torturous, sadistic, all whilst humiliating him.

My marks on his body were organized and purposeful, playing to the room's judgement I felt I had made the impression I needed to and went for the aftercare.

I pulled him off the hook he was hanging by tied hands from, my hand cupping his balls, massaging his tiny dick, rubbing his hole.

"OHhh...Mistress S....." Using the abbreviation of the Mistresses name, in my case 'Sassy', was permitted.

I cradled him, and sat him in my lap, all 130 lbs of the tiny man, and applied cream and other soothing oils with one hand, alternating to stroking his pinkie finger length cock.

"Mistress, oh...I'm...I'm..."

"Let it go, Son...."

"Ohhhh....Yes."

He released into my hand, a small portion. I'd guessed he'd been busy earlier in the night getting off so I collected it and fed it to him like a mother would feed it's child. I finished by giving him one more coat of cream, and he kissed me on the cheek before walking out on all fours.

"Very good, Mistress," The judge came over and showed me my score. 'Near perfect'

I smiled.

"Thank you, Most Honorable one."

I'd watched Mother compete, and get into the top five, a lot, her heart not in the last couple of things where the dominant had to submit, still managing a respectable finish. The competition was some people's thing, not Mother's.

I loved it.

I'd taken control of Pak in the car and formally in our group session. I went down on all of my equals and forced their subs to pleasure me, while administering playful punishments, spanking and slapping.

I'd ranked high in Domme Interactions; my only submission was for gain and not many people knew that I gained extra points for getting a sub and then working him like I did.

I'd found time alone with Mistress Journey and felt a calm connection as we 69-ed and then made out, playing with each other and scissoring to climax.

The last two events were the ones Mother passed on, some because I wasn't ready to be shared totally and she wasn't into the final submission test.

"Mistress Sassy..." one of the event organizers approached me, turning my shoulder. "You are currently leading this competition."

"Wow..." I grabbed Pak, who was kneeling beside me, and headed to the arena. She was on all fours following and then took her cat persona nicely, one we shared. I knelt beside her and said. "I will do my best to win each interaction, but two things...we're taking on all comers and if we lose you have to perform like it's the greatest sexual experience of your life, authentically."

"Yes Mistress, I will please you."

"Very good, Pak...I will reward you later." I stroked her hair, down her neck and squeezed her arse, getting a big grin from my sub.

"Mistress Sassy." a deep voice said from behind me. "I would like to violate your sub in many ways. She tantalized me and my sub 'Barron'."

I stood, not speaking.  'Show strength first' I was told, I checked him and Barron out. "And you are?"

I got in the first point, he failed to introduce himself AND mentioned his sub, which is of no matter.

"Oh, um Master Heinous." he said and paused, shook by my catching him out of the gate. "You are quite young and must yield to my wishes."

"I will do NO such thing, Master..."

'Shit...' I thought, I'd submitted and my only hope was if he was still shaken.

"Hand me her leash, woman."

I bowed and gave Pak over to him. I responded without thought, my hours and hours of submissive side had me address him improperly for a Mistress and he won the first interaction. I saw the judge writing as Barron moved to Pak's face and began kissing her, feeling her breasts.

"You will hear and relish your subs screams," Master Heinous said, dropping his leather pants, his cock average with some thickness, his large hands holding onto Pak's arse, his fingers pressing into her cunt.

I had to sit in the Master's seat and stay there until they were through. I cursed myself but knew this was only one interaction...in the long haul I felt we would win out.