Dominated by my Sister - Part 1
Rob rl15000@yahoo.com


This is my story. It starts from when I was young and it is about female
domination. Physical and mental domination. It is going to be long so it may
be posted in parts. I see that many others do it that way.

Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Rob and I am a graduate student
at NYU University in NY. I am 22 years old. I have only told a handful of
people my story because most do not understand or believe it. When I came
across this site, I felt suddenly at home. I felt that the people here would
understand. I know it's taken me years to understand it myself.

It started when I was 13 years old. I was a quiet shy kid just starting 8th
grade and I had gotten into a fight at school. I was getting picked on which
happens a lot in middle school and I decided to do something about it. I ended
up with a swollen eye and cut lip. By the time I got home, I looked pretty
bad. My mom saw me and wanted to know what happened. I had to give her a
complete detailed explanation before she would even get me ice and a cloth for
my face. At the time, I thought her reaction was odd. I couldn't put my finger
on it, but I felt she was looking a little funny as I explained things. But I
was young and I let it pass. My dad had already moved out by then so it was
just my mom and my 11 year old sister named Jessica.

At dinner that night, my mom was telling Jessica about my story and again I
was confused. She actually seemed to be enjoying it somewhat. Jessica just
listened patiently. She was always the better listener of the family. In fact,
she was the better everything. Even though she was 2 years younger then me,
she was far smarter, a better athlete, more friends, everything. So naturally,
hearing my mother and my little sister discuss my fight at school was not
something I was enjoying. Of course, nothing like that would ever happen to
Jessica. She was extremely pretty and popular and was already hanging out in
better crowds then I was. Her perfect hair and clear blue eyes, not to mention
her gymnastics toned body, would have guys fawning all over her in a couple of
years I was sure.

When she finished telling the story, Jessica said that there was a new martial
arts school that opened in our town and some kids from her school had joined.
My mother got all excited and thought that would be the perfect thing for her
son and in fact, her daughter too.

We started jujitsu and grappling lessons the next week.

We both joined together, but I was put in a higher class so we did not train
together. Every Friday for about 6 months, my mom would drop us off at the
dojo and we'd each take our class and then she'd take us to dinner after.
She'd ask us questions about class and I'd give her a very short basic answer
like any 13 year old would. Jessica on the other hand would go on at length
about her class and I'd promptly ignore every word she said.

One night, after she picked us up, instead of going out to dinner, my mom
brought us straight home. She told us to get into shorts and t-shirts and to
meet her down stairs.

When we got down their, we saw that my mom had turned out basement into a
pretty decent gym. There was a weight machine and some free weights. There
were bars on the walls and mats spread out on the floor.

"I am very curious about what you have both been learning at class. I thought
maybe you two could spar against each other and I could get an idea of the
progress you've made."

I didn't know what to say. I hadn't really been doing that well in my class
and in fact, had skipped several because I found it kind of boring. I looked
over at Jessica and her tight athletic body and I wondered just how skilled
she had become. I was about to protest when Jessica spoke up. "You want me and
Rob to wrestle? I don't think that is such a good idea."

"Why not?" my mom asked. I wondered the same thing myself. Was she actually
afraid?

"Well, I just don't want Rob to feel bad. I mean, if he lost."

"Oh honey, Rob is 2 years older then you and he's at least 20 pounds heavier.
I just want to see your techniques. I don't expect you to beat him."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now take off your socks and sneakers and let me see you both."

We did as she said and we both got onto the mat. My sister pulled her hair
back and put it in a pony tail. Even though her arms were young and thin, I
did notice them flex as she tied her hair.

"Is there supposed to be a bell or something?"

Jessica answered, "no mom. I think we should just spar until one of us gets
the other in a hold. Then you can say stop."

"Ok. Sounds good."

Maybe to her but I was feeling very uncomfortable. We began circling and then
we locked up. I was trying to push her down and she suddenly hooked my leg
with hers and I was on my back. Like a cat she had snaked her arm around my
neck and had me in a choke. I couldn't believe how tight the hold was. I tried
to pry my fingers into her arm but there was no give. She had her wrist locked
in her hand and was clamped like a vice. I struggled on my back a while and
then I managed to roll to my side. She just followed my roll, flipping on to
her back and then just as suddenly putting me back on my back.

I continued to struggle but I wasn't able to move her at all. I tried kicking
my legs; I tried pulling at her arm. I was thinking about what they taught us
in class. I remembered that I should try to get my knees up to my chest and
then maybe push her away with my feet. I tried that but no sooner did I get my
legs bent when she let go of her wrist and she had her arm locked under my
knee. She forced my knee up into my chest and before I knew what she did, she
locked her grip on her wrist again, totally trapping me. She squeezed even
tighter and I was struggling to breath.

I was trying to mumble "I give" but nothing came out.

"You can say OK mom. He can't get out." I just laid there, trying not to
resist because that only made it hurt more.

"Mom?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. OK. Stop." Jessica released me. She jumped up and I just sort of
laid there. I couldn't believe how strong she was.

"Wow, Jessica, that was amazing!" my mother said. "Rob, did you know she was
that good."

I slowly got up and started rubbing my neck. "No. I had no idea." In reality,
I did know. I had heard from several people in her class that she was the top
student and was already matching against some higher belts. So far, this
little demonstration for my mother had gone about as bad as it could.

I just stood there, looking at my younger sister in her shorts and tight t
shirt and how confident and alive she looked and I imagined that I looked
about as sad as a kid could look. I started to walk away.

"Wait a minute young man. Where do you think you're going?"

"To get dressed?"

"Oh no. You can do better then that. I want you both to wrestle again."

"But mom ... "

"Don't but mom me. Just do as I say."

We squared off again and again we locked up. She got her arm under mine and I
tried to push it down. Again I was amazed at how much strength her young body
could muster. I started to succeed when she just leaned backward, pulling me
on top of her. I was immediately in between her legs. She clamped them around
me and she pulled my arm straight up. I felt this incredible pain in my
shoulder and I couldn't even see straight.

"I give!!! Please Jess, stop".

"Not until mommy says."

"Mom, please, this hurts." Jessica just squeezed her vice like legs harder and
pulled me to my side. My arm was still in her grasp and my shoulder was
throbbing.

"Rob. That doesn't even look painful. Let me see you get out of that."

"Mom! Please, I can't."

"I don't believe you. Jessica, hold him like that a moment. I want to see him
get out."

I never felt so humiliated in my life. I could feel how light my sister was,
but I could not escape if my life depended on it. She used the perfect
combination of skill and strength and completely had my arm immobilized and in
a lot of pain. I rocked back and forth but I was barely moving. I felt my
sister beneath me, her sinewy body barely breathing.

"This hurts. Please let me go."

"Mom, I think he's had enough. I promise you, he really is trying his
hardest."

"Oh my goodness Jessica, are you saying he really can't get out?"

"Not a chance. I knew I was better then him, I just had no idea it would be
this easy." She laughed a little when she said that.

I was trying to turn my head, to look at my mother. She too had changed into
shorts and a t shirt. Jessica got her long lean limbs from her no doubt. But
what struck me was how in awe my mother was. It was like she was in another
world. I would later learn it was an entirely different expression but at the
time, all I knew was my 11 year old sister was about to break my shoulder.

"Mom, please make her stop!!"

After waiting a few moments, she said, "very well, release him Jessica." She
let go of my arm and opened her legs. I never felt so relieved in my life.

Jessica jumped up and I just rolled over onto my stomach. "Jessica, I'm so
proud of you. You were amazing!"

"Thanks. I'm really enjoying my training."

I was so ashamed. I knew my sister was a good athlete. She studied gymnastics
and was always running and had obviously taken to her jujitsu classes. Still,
she was so small compared to me. Even then I knew my life had just changed. If
only I knew how much.

"Listen to me Robert," my mom said. "I really am disappointed in your effort
today. Next Friday, after your lesson, you are going to match with your sister
again and I expect a better effort. Otherwise, there will be consequences."

I dragged my self upstairs and closed myself in my room. I definitely did not
want to see my sister again that night.

To be continued.

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I was in my room, thinking about what happened. I couldn't believe how easily
I had lost. And I had to wrestle her again next week!! My mom said I had to
try harder. Maybe that was the problem. I had taken her size and her being my
little sister for granted. She obviously was strong for her size and she used
text book training. I had to really consider her an equal, even though she
really shouldn't be.

I was about to turn on my video game when my sister came bursting in.

"Hey bro. That was fun wasn't it?"

"Fun for you maybe."

"Awwww. Don't feel bad. I just got lucky. I'm sure you'll do better next
time."

She proceeded to take the game controller from my hand and started to play. I
just slumped back into bed and before I knew it had fallen asleep.

That week seemed endless. All I could think about was having to wrestle my
sister on Friday night. I had resigned myself to really try hard but I did not
have any confidence I would do any better. My sister on the other hand seemed
perfectly at ease the entire week. She did not even talk about it once.

What she was doing however was making use of the new gym my mom had put in.
Every night after she did her homework, she would be down stairs lifting
weights and doing exercises. I am ashamed to say I even spied on her. I wanted
to see how strong she really was. She was not lifting heavy weights, certainly
less weight then I could lift. But for her size, I guess in hindsight it was a
lot. She was also doing sit ups every night and chin ups as well.

When Friday finally came, we both went to our jujitsu classes and I actually
fully participated. I matched against three different students and I thought I
did ok. I mean, I wasn't in the top of my class but I wasn't embarrassing
myself either.

After class, my mom drove us home. She and Jessica talked the whole time, I
just slumped down.

We got home and we both changed into our gym clothes and met down stairs. My
mom was waiting for us. She too had put on her shorts and tank top.

"OK. The rules are going to be the same as last week. You two wrestle and you
do not stop until I say so. Understand?"

We both nodded. I was thinking that my best chance would be to get her on her
back as quickly as I could and use my weight against her. I would start out
fast.

"Begin"

I ran at her as fast as I could. I knew she'd be hard to catch but I got my
arms around her and I basically tackled her like a football player. Again I
was reminded as to how light she was. She went down fairly easy and I was soon
on top of her. I was straddling her and I felt terrific. I was totally in
control as I pinned her small arms down to the mat. Maybe my mom was right.
Maybe I just hadn't been trying hard enough.

I did not have her pinned but I was controlling her. I looked over to my mom
expecting her to stop it. My mom was about to speak when Jessica spoke up.
"Don't stop us mom. I can get out of this." With that, she kicked her leg up
and hooked it around my neck, easily pulling me off of her. She pulled me back
with her foot practically planted on my nose. As I fell backward, she grabbed
my right wrist tightly. In an instant, she sat up, still using her leg to
leverage me down. I ended up flat on my face with my arm pinned behind her
leg. She held my wrist easily and only needed to twist it a little to send
tremendous pain into my arm. I couldn't believe it. She was completely relaxed
and was controlling me easily.

"Jessica that was wonderful. Now, let's see if your brother can escape as
easily as you did."

"He can't mom."

"Don't be so quick precious. Let's give him a try."

"Mom, trust me. He can't get out of this hold. In fact, the harder he tries,
the more he'll end up hurting himself."

I was so angry; they were talking to each other like I wasn't even in the
room. I became extremely frustrated and pulled hard on the hold. I quickly
learned that my sister was right as a new round of pain ran up my shoulder, as
she kept my neck and head firmly in place with just her ankle. The harder I
tried, the more it hurt until I was yelling out in pain. "Alright!!! I
give!!!"

"Don't release him Jessica. I want to see what happens."

"Mom, I'm hurting him. Shouldn't I let him go?"

My mom had the same look she had in her eye last week. She was leaning back in
her chair with a blank expression. What I noticed this time was that her hand
was down her loose shorts. I had no idea what this meant at the time.

"Mom, please, this hurts."

"Don't give up so easily Robert. I want to see you escape."

"But I can't."

"Jessica, tell me, can you control how much pressure his shoulder feels?"

"Oh yea. I'm actually going easy on him. The idea of jujitsu is to control
your opponent which I'm doing now."

"Let me see what happens when you put more pressure on him."

"You want me to hurt him more."

"Yes, exactly. That will maybe make him realize how serious this is."

"Mom, are you sure?"

"Yes Jessica. I want you to right now."

Jessica sort of looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. She then slowly
lifted my arm higher, still holding my shoulder down with her leg. Then she
twisted it some more.

I cried out in pain. "Stop, that hurts. Mom please!!!"

"Keep going Jessica."

She lifted higher and I began to cry. I was never so humiliated in my life. My
sister was torturing me and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it.
Worse, my own mother was openingly encouraging her. I was crying now, or more
like whimpering. I was just hoping it would end soon. She held me like that
for over 5 minutes when my mother had seen enough.

"OK Jessica. Let him go."

She released me and my arm fell limp. I was still crying when she put her hand
and patted me on the back. "Are you ok?" she asked. With my good arm I swung
around and brushed her hand away.

"Leave me alone!"

"Robert, do not talk to your sister that way." I couldn't believe what was
happening. My sister practically breaks my arm and I get yelled at.

"I want you to teach him a lesson Jessica. Right now."

"But mom!"

"Do it!"

She immediate placed her knee on my back and she pulled up on my previously
uninjured left arm. She moved her knee over my shoulder pad and had my arm
bent severely.

My mother got up and went over to my sister and whispered into her ear. I was
to busy worrying about the pain to hear what she said. Then she sat down and
again I saw her touching herself.

"You have to apologize to me Robert."

"What for?"

"For being disrespectful. Tell me you're sorry and that you didn't mean to
brush my arm away and I will let you go."

I was really angry now. My little sister was torturing me and I had to
apologize to her!!

"Mom, make her stop."

"She won't help you. I am in charge here. Do as I say or I'll hurt you more."
She then pushed down harder with her knee and I squealed. "I know this hurts
Robert. Just do as I say and it will all be over."

I was beyond struggling to escape. What little stamina I had was worn out from
the first hold. I just laid on my stomach. After a few moments, I couldn't
take it any more and I said, "I'm sorry Jessica. I didn't mean to brush your
arm away." When I said that, I heard my mom catch her breath.

"Very good brother." She let me go and went over to grab a towel. She was
toweling off her face.

I just sat up when my mother went over and spoke to Jessica. After a few
minutes, she came over and sat down next to me.

"Well, Robert, as you can see, you obviously have embarrassed yourself here
today. I am very disappointed. You know how important physical fitness is to
me. Starting tomorrow, you will be accompanying your sister in her daily
workouts. She will be in charge and you will do exactly what she says. If you
do not, I have instructed her to punish you like she did tonight. Do you
understand?"

I didn't know what to think or say so I just said yes.

"Very well. I am going to give you one more chance to prove yourself against
your sister. You have one month to prepare. Do not disappoint us. Now, I am
going to take a bath. Please keep it quiet." She left and she walked upstairs.

I turned to my sister and I asked, "What did you two talk about?"

"I'm sorry Rob, I can't talk about it. Just be down here tomorrow at 7am."

She quickly ran upstairs. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was
smiling.

To be continued ... ..

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Dominated by my Sister - Part 3

Rob rl15000@yahoo.com

The next morning, I woke up just before 7am. I did not know what to do. I felt
like not going down stairs because it sounded like my sister was going to
totally boss me around. Losing to her was bad enough. Not to be humiliated but
having to listen to her. I'd later learn that I was submitting to her. But at
the time, I just understood it as letting her be my boss.

I knew even then that joining her in her workout would not be easy. My mom was
very athletic growing up. I have seen pictures of her running track, cheering
and playing basketball all through high school and college. She had passed her
love of working out to my sister. Like I said, it is not unusual for my sister
to go running, swimming or spend hours doing calisthenics. I knew she was in
better shape then me even without the wrestling. This working out together
would only drive the point home.

I was going into the den and I planned on talking to my mother about it but I
ran into Jessica instead.

"You should put your socks and sneakers on. We have a lot to do."

"I'm talking to mom first."

"She left already. She'll be out all day."

"We'll I'm not going downstairs."

"Yes you are Robert. We decided all of this last night. Mom wants you to
exercise more and she put me in charge."

My younger sister stood at the entrance of the basement with her hands on her
hips.

"Forget it."

"Oh no. You will exercise. It's not going to be anything you can't handle.
Just some treadmill and some pushups and sit-ups for starters."

"Jess, I'm not doing it. Leave me alone."

"Don't be like that. I'm asking you nicely."

"I don't care." I fell onto the couch and I turned on the TV.

My sister frowned and calmly walked over to the couch. She stood right in
front of me and I pushed her. I did it harder then I meant to and she fell
down pretty hard. She jumped up however and came at me again. She pulled my
arm and locked it under her arm in a way I had not seen even in my jujitsu
class. She then pulled up and my arm felt like it was going to break off. I
was about pulled off the couch but I was able to get my foot up and I kicked
her in the stomach. This just seemed to anger her more and she grabbed my
foot. I fell face first onto the couch and she pulled my foot and ankle back,
bending it. She sat down on top of me, twisting and bending my foot. I was
writhing in pain.

"You are so silly." She was giggling at me.

"Ouch!!! Just leave me alone."

"We can do two things. I can sit here and make you cry, or you can put your
socks and sneakers on and come down stairs and do what I say. It's up to you."
She twisted my foot harder.

"OK. OK. Please stop."

"You promise to do what I say."

"I don't have much of a choice."

"No, you do not."

"I promise." It was the weirdest thing. Something came over me when I said
that.

I sat up and I went to the laundry basket and pulled on a pair of socks. Then
I slipped on my sneakers and followed her down stairs.

For the next 2 hours, I exercised. Probably for the first time in my life. She
instructed me the entire time. I started doing jumping jacks. Then sit ups,
then treadmill, then push ups. I was taking frequent breaks as I was exhausted
after about 10 minutes of any one activity. My sister breezed through it all
and it was as humiliating as losing to her at wrestling. She would do 100
sit-ups easily. Then she would do 20 push ups. Then she'd lift weights for 20
minutes.

After, she told me I had to wipe down the mats and the bench. I watched her
cool off while I did that. Her young body was completely pumped from the
exercise and looking at her, in her cropped tank top and mini shorts, I
realized with certainness why she was able to beat me so easily.

It was also the first time I became aroused looking at my sister.
Unfortunately, it would not be the last.

It went like that, for the next 3 weeks. We'd workout together after school 2
or 3 nights a week and then on Saturdays. It was very strange. Whenever we
were together, it was the way it always was. But when we went downstairs, she
was completely in charge and I found myself obeying more and more.

My mom had changed a lot also. She was always somewhat distant since my dad
left. I would envy my friends whose moms made them lunch and took them to
places and such. And now, her distant nature became even more pronounced.
Especially where I was concerned. She barely spoke to me. But she was becoming
much closer to Jessica. They would talk after school at length about her day.
After dinner, they would go upstairs and lock themselves in my mother's room.
When I asked my sister what they talked about she would never say. After our
workouts, she'd give my mother a review of what we both did.

At the end of the month, we went downstairs with my mom for our rematch.

"I want you to both wrestle and I want you both to really give it everything
you have. Also, I want you in your underwear."

We both looked at her.

"Yes. From now on, you will wrestle with as little clothing as possible."

My sister eagerly stripped off her shorts and t shirt revealing a pair of
cotton panties and a training bra. She seemed extremely comfortable with her
body. Why shouldn't she be? She was very toned, long lean legs, tight arms,
flat tummy. I hesitated at first but soon realized it was pointless and
undressed to my boxers.

While the workouts probably helped me tighten up some, I was still no were
near my sister.

We squared off on each side of the mat and my mother said "begin."

We moved together and locked up. We both tried to get each other down for a
few moments. I was definitely moving better then the last time. I actually did
feel stronger and I likely was stronger then she was overall. But she used her
small size well, staying low and making it hard for me to grab her good.

It felt very strange being in my underwear. Even stranger to feel my sister's
bear skin. Especially when we got close and our bodies pressed. I got my arms
around her and I tried to squeeze her but it was not having much of an effect.
Her body was skinny but it was hard also and I did not think I was hurting
her. Even still, I got her on the ground, and was squeezing her at the waist
as hard as I could. She was so fierce though. She got her elbow onto my arm,
like on my bicep and she pushed it so hard until I was forced to let go. It
was like I lost all strength in my arm. She just grabbed my wrist and twisted
it behind me. Then she snaked her legs around my waist and was sitting behind
me, holding me in her legs and holding my arm. I tried to stand up but I
couldn't move. She was squeezing hard and although it hurt, it wasn't
excruciating. I pulled my arm free for a moment but she grabbed it again and
grabbed my other one too. She wrapped them in her arms, basically holding me
with her legs as we sat. I struggled for a while (it seemed like an hour but
was probably less then 10 minutes). There was no way I was escaping.

"OK" my mother said. "Release him." My sister opened up her legs and let go of
my arms and I was free. "I'm very disappointed in both of you. Robert, you
have shown almost no improvement. And Jessica, you clearly had him in a
controlling position yet you failed to press the hold and really make him
submit. I warned you both, if I catch either of you not doing their best, I
will make it very hard on you both."

I was breathing hard. Being held, even in a hold that is not excruciating, is
still exhausting. I was trying to understand what my mother was doing. I'm
sure reading this; everyone can see how twisted this is. But put yourself back
when you were 13. I knew what we were doing was not what normal brothers and
sisters did. But I didn't know for sure until much later on. I mean, I just
assumed it was my mother trying to make us tougher. I was uncomfortable with
it enough however, that I finally spoke up.

"Mom, do we really have to do this? I feel weird."

"Yes. I insist. It is good exercise, and it will make both of you stronger."

"Yea, but I'm not that good a wrestler. Its embarrassing to keep losing like
this."

"I know it is. That's why I am making you. You need to overcome it. Your
sister is able to handle it."

"That's because she keeps winning."

"Mom, he's right. I've proven I can beat him. Maybe we should stop."

"No. Jessica, Robert I will not hear it. You will compete in this way and
that's final. I think what you both need is some incentive."

My sister asked "what do you mean?"

"The loser will have to do something for the winner. And the loser will be
punished."

"What kind of punishment." I was definitely getting nervous now.

"That will be up to the winner."

"Mom! It's not fair."

"I'm afraid that is to bad Robert. I suggest you do the best you can. I am
going upstairs now.

"Mom, you can't be serious."

"Oh I am young man. I want you both to understand what this means. Physical
superiority is one of the most important things you can learn in this life. I
want you both to learn it at a young age. I will leave you to it. If I find
out that either of you have not complied, you will both be punished severely.
Don't question me on this." She walked upstairs and she left us alone.

"Come on big brother. Let's get this over with."

"No way. I mean, why are we doing this?"

"Because she said so. So either we fight, or you just give up."

"Forget it."

I stood up to go upstairs and my sister attacked with a vengeance. She came at
me and when I went to grab her, she dropped down to the floor. She quickly
hooked my legs with hers and pulled me down and I landed on my back. Her feet
where tangled in my legs. She snaked her foot in between my legs and was
pressing it down on my groin. She wrapped her skinny arms around my ankle and
twisted my foot."

"Agggggggghhhhhhhh!" I started pounding the mat. "I GIVE, I GIVE!"

She loosened the hold but still held me firmly. Her foot still pressed on my
groin.

"I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

"I think so." I struggled a little but I couldn't break free. She twisted
harder. "Ok ok. I'll stop."

"That's better. I don't want to hurt you Robert but I will if I have to.
Understand?"

I just laid there. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

This was too humiliating. My 11 year old sister was beating me in seconds. I
spent a month working out and I'm not even able to stop her for a minute. Her
tight little body controlled my bigger one with ease. Worse, her foot was
totally on my groin and I was becoming aroused. I was terrified she would feel
it.

"Let go sis. I will do whatever you say. I promise."

"Not just what I say. I have to punish you also."

I was getting harder. "OK. OK. Whatever you say. I will do it."

"Cool". She let me go and I sat up and tried to hide my bulge as much as I
could.

I had no idea what she'd ask for but I was happy to be out of her grasp. I
knew my body had changed recently and I have had times when I would touch
myself and think about a girl. But I never was aroused at all by my sister. I
just did not see her that way.

I had no idea what I would have to do, or what my "punishment" would be but
anything was better then letting her know she was turning me on.

"Now, I want you to rub my feet." I just stared at her. She wanted me to rub
the same feet that just were arousing me. I couldn't believe it.

"Sis!"

"You said. Or would you like me to hurt you more." She made a move to tackle
me. I was so completely winded; she would have had me in a hold in seconds.

"OK. OK."

"Great. Come over here. I want to sit on the coach." She lay down on the coach
with her feet hanging off the side. I kneeled down and I took them in my hand.
They were very clean, but with sheen of perspiration on them. I felt like the
world's biggest loser at that point. I started to rub the soles and the balls
of her feet. Working my hands up and down her instep back to her heel, up to
her toes.

"Wow, you are good at this brother." She was smiling ear to ear.

It was a very interesting moment. She clearly had demonstrated her physical
superiority. I had no more questions about that. But rubbing her feet was
having an even stronger effect on me that I was unable to explain at the time.
All I knew was that I was seeing my sister in a very different way.

"I'm going to make a call. Just keep going. You are doing great. I really want
you to do both of my entire feet and toes. Really try, ok?" She was asking but
really she was telling.

For the next twenty minutes, I rubbed and massaged her feet while she spoke to
her girlfriends on the phone. Thankfully, she did not tell any of them what we
were doing. Since I had no interest in her conversation, and I wasn't going
anywhere fast, I sort of really focused on her feet. Her toes, the nails, the
balls, the soft soles, the firm heel. Over to the top of them. The smooth
skin. I learned that her feet were as perfect as the rest of her.

When she hung up, she said she'd had enough and swung her feet down to the
floor.

"Now, for your punishment. I know this will be hard brother but I can't help
it. You should have done better. I'm going to tie you up tonight. You're going
to be down here all night."

I was speechless as she went to a near by draw and took out some lengths of
rope. "I already talked about it with mom and she agrees. Now, just sit down
on the bench here."

I walked away, like I was going to go for the stairs. "Rob, you and I know I
can make you sit down. It won't be that bad. Just listen, ok?" She got up and
walked to me. I was about 4 inches taller then her but I felt smaller. She put
her hand on my arm and guided me to the bench. I sat down and she sat behind
me, wrapping rope around my hands. She seemed to really know what she was
doing and had my hands bound behind me and tied off on the bench in no time.
Then she move in front and was kneeling as she tied my ankles to the legs.

She looked up at me. "Can I ask you something?"

"I guess"

"When I was holding you down, and my foot was on you, you know, down there, I
felt something."

"No you didn't"

"Rob, I did. And I think you felt it too."

"I don't want to talk about it. Just finish ok?"

"Robert. You are being silly. Answer me. Were you getting hard?"

"Sis, it's embarrassing."

"So what. Answer me. No one else will know."

"It's not right. We shouldn't be doing stuff like this."

"Mom said its ok."

"Well Mom is not acting normal."

"Forget about mom. Just answer me."

"No."

"I can make you." At this point, my hands were tied at my back and my ankles
were tied to the legs of the table. I was only in my underwear so I was
starting to get cold.

"No you can't."

"You are so silly." She sat right in front of me on the bench and she put her
fingers under my arm pit. I felt her feeling for a few seconds and it was
almost ticklish. Then she pressed hard and I felt a shooting pain that wend
down my arm.

"Owwwwwwwww, ok, ok." She released me. "Damn that hurt. Where did you learn
that?"

"One of the sensei's showed it to me. Now answer my question. Where you
getting hard?"

"Yes." I looked down. It was very hard to look at her.

"Awwwe. Don't worry about it. Some guys can't help it." She reached around and
checked the ropes. They were tight but they weren't hurting me. "Everything
looks ok. I'll be down in the morning. Just try to relax."

She hopped of the bench and was up the stairs in no time. I just sat there and
after about 5 minutes, I began to cry.

To be continued ... ..

Questions/Comments to Rob rl15000@yahoo.com

Dominated by my sister part 4.

Authors note: While the stories will continue to feature my sister's physical
domination, there is a lot more dialog and mental as well as sexual domination
going forward. This is more of a story about overall domination that just
happens to have started with, and is periodically enforced by, physical
domination in the form of wrestling or more specifically jujitsu. The story
however moves into sexual domination and incest. If those subjects offend you
in any way, please go no further with my story. It seems most on this site are
really into the physical aspect and if that is what interests you, I am not
sure I can help you. But you are of course invited to continue and I hope
enjoy. Thanks for all of the feedback I have received so far.

I was awake most of the night, tied down to the exercise bench by my 11 year
old sister. That was hard enough to accept. What was worse was how much she
seemed to enjoy it. And how my mother allowed it. I cried for at least an
hour. I started yelling at that point but I already knew that it was
pointless. Our basement is very well insulated and my shouts were barely
audible even at the top of the stairs. Still, I was extremely frustrated so I
had to do something.

After that, I mostly just sat there, sometimes falling half asleep. I'd lean
over as far as the rope would allow but then I'd wake up after a few moments.
The night seemed endless and all I could think about was the image of my
sister sitting in front of me on this bench asking if she had turned me on,
knowing full well she had. Try as I might, I could think of little else.

She came down at about 7am in the morning, wearing her sleeping shorts and a t
shirt. She was clean and fresh and full of energy which was the exact opposite
of me. All I wanted was to be released so I could use the bathroom.

"How was your night Robert?"

"Very funny."

"I'm serious. I want to know how your night went."

"How do you think it went?"

"I am asking you the questions. You can either answer them or you can stay
tied up some more."

"You wouldn't"

"I would and I can. And you know I can make you answer."

She leaned over and was about to apply the pressure point hold she did on me
last night when I shouted, "OK, I'll answer."

She paused. "I know you will. But just so you understand ... " She continued,
reaching near my arm pit and feeling the inside of my arm. Then she pushed and
the same searing pain shot down my arm. I pulled and struggled but the ropes
were just as tight as the night before.

She held it longer and I was begging her to stop. Finally she relented.

"Now, please try to behave."

I was squirming, some from the feeling returning to my arm and some from the
fact that I really had to use the bathroom now.

"Tell me how your night was."

"It was long. Scary. Tiring."

"What did you think about?"

"Getting out."

"Yes but you knew you couldn't. What did you think about?"

"Just stuff. How embarrassed I am."

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"Because of this. Having to sit here like this."

"That shouldn't embarrass you. I am a better wrestler then you are. That's why
you are sitting here. I am in better shape and I workout more then you do. And
I am waaaayyy better at jujitsu. That's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's
just how it is. What else did you think about?"

"What happened. You know."

"When my foot was on you?"

"Yes."

"I've thought about that a lot too." She sort of giggled when she said that
but seemed satisfied with herself as she began untying me.

As soon as I was free, I bolted up and started running to the stairs. She
stuck her foot out and tripped me and laughed some more. I quickly got up and
ran out.

The next week was more normal then I thought it would be. I basically tried to
avoid my sister and my mother was easily avoiding me. I was still working out
with my sister though and I was even beginning to accept it. I did not attack
it with the effort she did but at least I tried.

When Friday came, my sister told me to meet her down stairs after I was done
with my homework. My mother had come home early but I had not seen her yet. I
did think of trying to refuse. I even thought of leaving but really, it was
the middle of January, in NY. Where would I go?

So I finished and I went downstairs. It was amazing. A month ago, I was
ordering my little sister around like every other big brother in the world.
Now I was willingly obeying her.

She was all set standing on the matt when I got down there. She was wearing
her same cotton panties and a very cropped t-shirt that she had cut the
sleeves off. It covered more of her then last week's bra, but only by a
little.

My mother was in her regular seat, wearing shorts and a tank top as well.
Apparently she had been working out with my sister.

"Get ready brother."

I began to undress under their watchful eyes. I hated undressing as it was,
but to have them staring at me just made me really uncomfortable. I tried to
avoid contact. Both of them were gifted with amazing bodies which they were
very comfortable displaying. I on the other hand was nothing special to look
at, despite my recent exercise regimen.

I stood across from her and we began. I decided that this week I would stay
very defensive, basically warding off her clutches and avoiding her legs as
much as possible. I hoped to get lucky and catch her on her back and just use
my weight against her. It was working this way too for a while. She would try
to twist my arm or pull me to her but I'd just push away, not getting caught.
We ended up on our knees and I kept the same approach, just staying far enough
away from her. She'd go for my neck but I'd use my longer arms to push her
back. She was very strong but I still had 20 or 30 pounds on her.

Even though I was almost even with her, she was still just as aggressive while
I was tiring fast. We had been going close to 5 minutes I'd guess when she got
me off balance and I landed on my back. She quickly grabbed my leg and got it
between hers. She sort of stood up and turned in a way that my leg was
trapped. When she sat back down, my bent was caught in between hers sort of
like a pretzel. All she needed to do was straighten her legs slightly and I'd
have tremendous pressure, and pain, on my leg and knee.

She sort of relaxed and just leaned back. I was pawing at her legs but I could
do nothing more. She was bending, flexing and it hurt!!! "OK, OK."

My mother leaned in. "Jessica, that was such a good hold."

"I know. Its so easy to control him with it. All I have to do is straighten
like this." She demonstrated and my leg was in pain. I though she was going to
break my knee.

"Robert, does that hurt as much as the arm locks?"

"Owe, yes, please make her stop!"

"Push it some more Jessica. I want to see how he handles it."

She straightened her legs further. "Isn't it great mom? I like, could do this
watching TV."

"You are so cute."

I was about crying at this point. I realized that I was just like some kind of
joke to them. This went on for another 5 minutes at least. When my mother
finally said "ok" she released me, I pulled my leg out and my sister jumped up
for joy. She was taking great pleasure in my torment.

I recovered slowly. While I had fought better, I was completely exhausted and
my sister looked like she did when we started. I knew I was in for another
long night.

My mother told us to begin the second match and my heart was not in it. I knew
there was no way I was going to beat my sister in a fair fight. She had won
every time before and had done so easily.

I watched her approach, so confident with her perky smile and tight ready
body. I decided I would try to hit her. In jujitsu class, throwing a punch
would be considered illegal and may even get you thrown out. But here, I was
desperate. I knew if I didn't do something dramatic, I was looking at another
night tied to the bench and I didn't think I could handle that. As she neared,
I swung my fist with all my might.

I should have known better. She easily blocked it, swinging her arm up in a
karate type move. With her other hand, she grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm
behind my back. I tried to pull away but she got behind me and finished the
arm lock, twisting and pinning my arm to my shoulder blade.

"Owe"

She had her chin on my shoulder. She was almost whispering in my ear.

"Come on brother, to your knees"

I got to my knees as she guided me down. Then she swung her legs around me and
scissored my mid section. "That's a good boy. Now try to get out." I had
slumped onto my ass, with my legs in front of me.

I was struggling as she twisted my arm and squeezed me in her tight thighs. It
seemed to last a long time. I felt her pushed up against me. She was leaning
on my shoulder. "How's that feel? You want more?" I saw her legs flex as she
tightened them. I felt her breathing on my neck.

Then something strange happened. Looking back, it was not strange at all but
at the time, I didn't know what was happening. Her breathing was getting
deeper. She stopped talking to me and she was just clamping her sinewy body
tighter and tighter, pressing harder and harder into me. I was trying to talk
to her. To tell her she was really hurting me. She wasn't listening. She
didn't even seem to hear me. She just kept holding me as I made futile moves.
My back was pressed up against her private area and I felt her move on me. She
moved ever so slightly up and down and I herd her gasp.

"Jessica, you little vixen." This was my mother talking. "Oh my. OK. You can
let him go now."

But she didn't even seem to hear her. She kept her legs around me and actually
pulled my other arm behind me. I felt her position herself again and another
gasp came out. I looked up at my mom helplessly.

"Jessica, he's had enough. And so have you. Let him go now please ... .
Jessica."

"Oh," she was gasping. "OK mom." She let go of my arms but kept her legs
cramped a few moments longer before releasing.

I just sat there as she walked over to my mother. She was very hot and had
sweat on her face as she fixed her hair. At that moment, she looked much older
then her almost 12 years.

My mother and her talked while I just sat there. After some time, my mother
started to go upstairs. "Jessica, the same as last week."

"Mom," I yelled. "Please, don't make me."

"I'm not making you Robert. Your sister is. Now do as she says or she will
hurt you some more. You have no one but yourself to blame." She proceeded up
stairs leaving me alone with Jessica.

"Come on sis. You can't do this again."

"Oh yes I can. Lets go." She walked over to me and helped pull me up. I
started to walk to the stairs and she pulled me. I pulled my arm away and
started to run. She grabbed me around the waist and we both fell down. She
snaked her arm around me and had me in sort of a half nelson. She twisted my
other arm behind me. "Don't fight it. You'll only make it harder."

I just lay there, not really struggling. Her grip on my wrist was its usual
tight self. "This was so much fun."

"What are you doing?"

"I am kicking your ass."

"No, I mean when you were holding me before. What was all that rubbing?"

"I was just having fun."

"You shouldn't do that. I mean, I'm your brother."

"So what. It felt good."

"Yea but it's wrong to do stuff like that with your brother."

"Yea, but so what. You can't stop me and I like the way it feels. You felt
that way last week."

"I know. But I didn't want to."

"I know. I think that's neat." She giggled.

With her arm in the half nelson, she was able to roll me to my back and she
was at a right angle. She'd later tell me this was a cross body pin. My one
arm was trapped between her legs while she easily held my other down with her
hand. Her chest was across mine with her ass up against my chin. "I bet I can
do it now."

"Do what?"

"Make you feel like last week."

"Don't!"

"Ha ha. You are such a wimp. Try and stop me."

I kicked and squirmed as much as I could but with my arms spread like this, I
had absolutely no leverage to dislodge her.

"Ha ha, that's right. Keep fighting weak boy." She reached with her hand and
she pushed down my shorts. "How does this feel."

"Don't Jessica. I'm begging you."

She moved her hand onto my cock. Her small fingers were soft, but her touch
was firm. My head was spinning. I felt the blood rush into my organ. I tried
not to think about it but of course that was impossible. I grew hard at my
sister's touch in no time at all. "He he, you are weak even down there." She
stroked it some more, really bringing it to a full erection. I had only
recently begun pleasuring myself but of course had never been touched there by
anyone else. The thought of the first time being with my sister was sickening.
Still, I could not deny the waves of pleasure her delicate hand were
producing.

She continued to stroke, seemingly knowing exactly what to do. After a few
more moments of this, I groaned as my juice began to shoot out, landing in
globs all over my stomach. Some of it managed to reach her as well. "Yuck, oh
Robert, that is so gross."

"You did it."

"Oh yea." She laughed as she climbed off me. She walked over to the bench and
grabbed a towel and wiped herself clean.

I stood up, my knees weak, and went to take the towel.

"Oh no. Its time for your punishment." She took the lengths of rope from the
drawer. "Now do as I say."

I walked over meekly to the bench and she tied my hands and feet in the same
manner as last week, wrapping my wrists and ankles with rope and tying off the
ends to the bench. Only this time, I was completely nude as my underwear had
been pulled down.

She sat across from me, straddling the bench. "That's wild brother. How do you
feel?"

"Like a loser."

She pinched my cheek. "Great. Cause that's exactly what you are."