A Girl Called Eddie

Carrie had always treated me like her little sister, even though we were only third cousins. Though she was only two years older than I was and not of exceptional physical stature, I had allowed her to dominate me for as long as I could remember. Not that she was exceptionally cruel or abusive in any way. It was just that she seemed to realize I was different, long before I myself knew. I could never remember her treating me like a boy. By the time I reached my teens, I was wearing her clothes at any available opportunity, with her permission and no small measure of encouragement. In our secret world, we talked about boys, makeup and fashion, just like two real girls.

Naturally, our unusual relationship eventually turned fully intimate, but Carrie only ever allowed me to pleasure her as if we were both real girls. That meant - when we were "lesbian" loving - I was forced to grip my cock between my clenched thighs, while she licked the base like it were a real pussy and I feasted on the real thing.

I was twenty when I became my cousin's live in maid. It had been her idea. She was a successful and still single businesswoman and I was a virtual bum, changing lovers and careers as frequently as I changed hair colors. I needed the smack of firm discipline and Carrie needed a live-in help for her new house. I liked to think she had also been missing her "little sister".

Back in our girl world, life was once again perfect, though the rules had changed somewhat. As well as being Carrie's sister, I was employed as her servant. That meant obeying her rules and submitting my ass to her punishments, whenever my efforts were less than satisfactory. She still spanked me, just as she had done when we were growing up, but now she had far more potent weapons than her right palm in her disciplinary arsenal. Riding whip, cane and paddle - all were wielded with equal buttock burning accuracy. The number of strokes to which I was subjected depended on how vengeful she was feeling. Sometimes, I was punished for no other reason than she felt like giving me a good whacking. Despite the severity of this regime, I considered myself the most privileged person on the planet. How many men were fortunate enough to serve a beautiful woman who was big sister, domineering goddess and lesbian lover, all rolled into one?