(Femdom, sisterdom, chastity, feet, socks, shoes, humiliation, sissy maid, farts)
After nearly landing himself steady with his longtime class crush Zoey, that instead crashed his boyhood into a tightly locked chastity device, Cole found himself fallen to Ashley's palm after she revealed her true intention of setting Zoey up with her twerpy younger brother: to take full possession of the keys that would grant Cole sexual satisfaction once again; out of Zoey's hands, and around Cole's older sister Ashley's neck, dangling from a measly chain that kept a firm hold on the poor boy's compliance. The reality set in so quickly for Cole. It didn't help that Zoey took much pleasure out of toying with the young man who'd fawned over her for years; sending suggestive Snapchats and giving him flirtatious glances down the halls of their campus, brushing up against him as she walked by almost always directly meeting the mark between his legs with some part of her body. Zoey even went so far as to text Cole and ask him to send her a pic of the cage. With his mind melting under the intense heat of pent up desire, Cole complied; supplying Zoey's slumber party of girls with a hilarious night of gossip that unfortunately scored the poor cock-locked young man a plethora of suggestive photos from each girl that night, driving his throbbing agony in his cage mad with lust. Ashley made it clear that if Cole so much as took a screenshot of these suggestive images that she'd melt the keys into earrings and gift them to their mother. "How would you like that?" Ashley taunted the night Cole went to his older sister to beg her to let him out of chastity so he could pleasure himself by his own hand. "Your keys gone forever and turned into little accessories for mom to wear, reminding you that you'll die a virgin who can't even jerk himself off anymore every time mom wears them," she cackled. The teasing didn't stop there. Ashley felt more comfortable going about her day in next to nothing; more and more often down to her underwear knowing her twerpy younger brother could never perv over her without asking his bully of an older sister for permission first. And of course, Ashley achieved her end goal of scoring herself a consistent victim who would comply with any and all requests for content to provide to her cyber-stardom as a social media influencer. That, and then some. Cole found himself in the presence of his older sister far more often than he ever wished to be. Doing his older sister's homework, taking on all of her chores, going out shopping with her as his older sister's pack mule, setting up lighting and cameras to set the stage for his humiliation, editing said humiliation into digestible entertaining videos for all the world to see starring none other than Ashley's twerpy pathetic cock-locked younger brother Cole. Cole found himself donned in his emasculating frilly French maid uniform filing away at his older sister's toenails in preparation for the upcoming filming of her next video. After locking Cole into chastity, Ashley tasked her wimpy younger brother with the upkeep of her feet. This included pedicures, spot-filing her toenails when needed, fixing any blemishes of her nail polish, buffing the dead skin from her heels (and saving it in a jar she kept looming over her younger brother while Ashley thought up a use for it someday), massages, and then some. Keeping up with the cleanliness of her shoes got easier and easier for Cole, eventually reaching the point of cleaning each and every pair as needed- which was fairly frequent; at least after she'd worn them once and cursed them to raunchy oblivion yet again. Ashley scrolled and tapped away at her phone wearing a sports bra and tight short gym shorts that only ever dreamed of covering her thighs. With one leg draped over the other crossing at the heels atop an ottoman, Ashley kept up with her online presence and ever growing fan base while her younger brother filed her toenails back to smooth consistency. A thought came to Ashley's mind that she felt the need to express out loud: "I wonder if mom knows I keep you locked in chastity..." she pondered so casually and legitimately curious. Cole paused his filing at his older sister's toenails and failed to let the haunting thought leave his head. "I don't want to think about that," he said before returning to his work on Ashley's toe. Ashley cackled at her little brother's petrified reply. "No?" she giggled. "I can tell she notices how much... nicer you are to me," she laughed. "And we both know mom has a dominant side, if you haven't noticed by now momma's little sissy French maid boy!" she taunted with a cackle so hilarious it made her snort. "Where do you think I got the idea to lock your little pecker up anyway?" she asked rhetorically, filling Cole with horror at the thought of his own mother suggesting to his sister that he should be locked up. Some- yes, only some- of that horror alleviated when Ashley clarified, "She told me the only way she could ever get a guy to dress like a French maid for her was back in college when she locked some poor fucker into one of those things I had Zoey lock you in." At least the suggestion wasn't made directly, and not toward Cole himself. Ashley shifted gears to move on, tapping her phone and pointing her camera at her little brother as he filed her toenails. "Smile!" Ashley suggested rhetorically as she snapped a picture of her little brother's subjugation at her feet as a teaser for her next upcoming video to upload to Instagram. Cole grew numb to the public online humiliation, but never used to it. He simply knew the only way to convince his older sister to let him out of chastity was to play along with her twisted games. "Okay," Ashley said as she studied her sissified younger brother's work on her toes. "They look good. You ready to get everything set up?" To which Cole begrudgingly obliged, now in the new way his older sister expected him to refer to her: "Yes princess." "Good boy!" Ashley smiled as she pat Cole's cheek with the bottom of her foot. "Fetch me my socks from yesterday and my running shoes." Cole grimaced at what was to come, but again, knew compliance was the only means of escape out of this hellish cock cage his sister kept him in. So he shuffled through her laundry basket for her running socks used the day prior, pulled her tennis shoes from her closet, and put them onto his older sister's feet, actively helping her prepare for his upcoming torment for all the online world to see. He then setup the foldout exercise bike Ashley recently bought with some of the money she obtained from making online content, along with a bottle of ice cold water. This was one of the most degrading parts of Cole's situation in his mind; actively setting up and helping his older sister prepare his torture. "Alright sissy," Ashley said as she climbed onto the exercise bike. "Go ahead and get the cameras and lighting set along with all the props how I told you to while I work up a nice hearty sweat during my work out. Then just kneel here and wait for me when you're done." To which Cole replied, "Yes princess," swallowing the bite in his tone. So Cole got started in setting the scene for his upcoming humiliation. Lights, camera, and the set in which the action would take place. Ashley provided her sissy younger brother some notes on how she wanted everything laid out: A set of the family's foldout chairs in a circle and an empty wine bottle in the center. She'd plotted some degrading game of spin-the-bottle for her little brother to subjugate himself to. He feared who or what would be housed in these seats. Until Ashley's invited participants arrived, the only other occupied seat was that of some mystery box. Much to Cole's surprise, Ashley mentioned in a breathy exhausted tone during her workout, "I don't care if peek at what's inside. You still won't see it coming if you land on it," she laughed before taking another deep breath as sweat trickled down her brow. "Water," Ashley demanded before sending her little brother back to work. Dread swelled within Cole like a raincloud as he watched his sister work up a sweat right before his very eyes. It was the sheer fact that he knew he'd be subject to whatever hell was actively festering inside his older sisters shoes and day-old socks, and visibly watching that fermentation take place with nothing Cole could do to stop it made him sick. "A-Aren't you tired yet princess?" Cole asked, hoping to put an end to the buildup of hot musky sweat and filth he knew he'd be expected to torture himself with. "Whew! Yeah man," Ashley replied. "But the more I keep going, the better it'll be for the video," she chuckled with a wink. "I'll stop once everybody's here. Honestly Cole, tormenting you has really become a huge motivator for me to push myself more during my workouts," Ashley laughed. Just then, the doorbell rang like the firing off of a gun for a race; that race being that of Cole's dread to a foul and odorous finish line. "Looks like one of my guest stars has arrived," Ashley said through exhausted breaths upon her exercise bike. "Go get that. Let them in and bring 'em up here. Like I said, we'll start once everybody's here." If there's one thing Cole hated about being dressed as a sissy French maid, it was answering the door as one. Cole gave a timid and reluctant, "Yes princess," and departed his older sister's bedroom to answer the door. "There's our favorite sissy," Gabby said upon being greeted at the door by the French maid Cole. Alongside her stood none other than Zoey; Cole's longtime crush that partook in the trickery that had him locked into chastity with his twisted older sister at the keys. "Longtime no see Cole!" Zoey said playfully. "Sorry for ghosting you all this time, but your sister paid me a lot of money to... ya know," she giggled. "Get him locked up all nice and tight so he can't go satisfying his libido without big sister's permission first?" Gabby hit the nail on the head. Zoey laughed at Gabby's accuracy. Cole ignored Gabby and his crush's teasing and stepped aside for them to, "Come in," groaning in his tone. Cole led the way to his older sister Ashley's bedroom where she continued her trek into odor and sweat on her exercise bike to prepare for her next video. "Hey there!" she said, out of breath. "Woah," Gabby said upon entering Ashley's bedroom. "Somebody's really working up a sweat now aren't they?" Ashley was in the workout zone, pedaling her feet and adding to her pool of fetid socks and shoes' sweat faster than when Cole left to greet her guests. "Gotta..." she said between breaths in exhausted determination, "work... up... a sweat... for... our video." Cole knew his older sister would expect him to guide her friends to their placement for the video, so instead of waiting for her command, he suggested that they, "Have a seat." The girls took a seat in the spot Cole presented for them and took to his knees to remove their shoes. Per Ashley's request, the girls arrived sockless, creating an extra foul odor in their footwear. Gabby wore ankle-high leather boots while Zoey wore flats. "Still just as charming as ever I see," Zoey teased as Cole removed her flats and placed them on the seat next to her, just as his older sister instructed. Gabby and Zoey chit chatted while Cole finished setting the stage, humbling himself to his knees beside his older sister Ashley as she continued her workout; forcing her little brother to witness the buildup of sweat she'd task him with enduring before his very eyes, just as she instructed him to do. Cole loathed the feeling of actively watching his older sister actively add to his utter torment with nothing for him to do about it but comply thanks to the lock and key his sister held on his boyhood, keeping him sex starved and obedient. "Wasn't Tina supposed to join too?" Zoey asked. "I thought so," Gabby added. "Shoulda been here like 30 minutes ago. "Let me check," Ashley said through her exhaustion before snapping her fingers at her subservient cock-locked sissy maid of a little brother knelt beside her. "Phone," she demanded so simply. Cole complied and handed off Ashley's phone to her. Upon checking her recent texts, she started to slow down her pace, granting Cole a minute sense of relief toward the hell he'd endure simmering in his older sister's workout shoes. "Oh shit she bailed," Ashley said as she caught her breath before laughing. "Guess I could've stopped working out when you girls got here." Cole did not find the irony as funny as Ashley and her friends did. "No biggie," Ashley shrugged. "All the more stink to torture you with little brother," she said with a smile as she pat Cole on the cheek. "But now I'm wondering what I should do about this extra seat..." Mere moments after Ashley began brainstorming, the sound of the garage door signified their mother's return from work. "Oooh I got it!" Ashley chirped up. "Sissy," she said to her French maid of a little brother. "Go ask mom if she wants to join in on the video." Cole groaned internally as he dreaded the thought of undergoing this humiliating game of spin-the-bottle with his own mother. Still, with the sexual hold his older sister kept Cole locked into, he had no choice but to comply. "Y-Yes princess," he said as he left to go invite his mother in on his torment. "H-Hey m-mom..." Cole said as he greeted his mother at the door. "Hi sweetie," Margaret said as she set her bags down from work before turning to witness the sissified spectacle that was her son. "Oh! Well don't you look cute?" she giggled. "Ashley got you filming another one of her videos again?" "Y-Yeah..." Cole said with dread in his tone. "Well that sounds lovely," Margaret replied. "I always love seeing your sisters videos when you're in them. I know you don't enjoy it, but you look so cute when you're embarrassed! I think it's so sweet of you to still be helping your sister with her projects even after you fulfilled your end of the bet you lost. You've really helped her come a long way with her online career. And at your own expense too! So humble. If you'd ask me, I'd say it sounds like she has some sort of upper hand over you she's not telling me about," Margaret laughed, making Cole sick with embarrassment over this mysterious 'upper hand' his mother referred to; the chastity cage his older sister Ashley held the keys to. "I'll have to ask her what her secret is to convincing you to get all dolled up for her videos if I ever wanna see you dressed like that for mommy again!" Margaret laughed some more. Cole had to move on from this humiliating topic. "Um... Well... A-A-Ashley w-wanted to k-k-know if you um... if you w-wanted to join her on this one?" "Join her?" Margaret replied, thrown off but flattered. "Oh I'd love to sweetie, but I have a date with some of mommy's friends coming up soon. I just came home to change. What does she have you doing for this one? More stinky socks and shoes?" she giggled. Cole cringed at his mother's accuracy. "Y-Yeah..." he groaned. "I see I see," Margaret nodded. "Would you maybe want to take mommy's high heels from work today with you instead? Hm? Will that do sweetie?" Cole figure it'd be better than nothing; and loads better than subjugating himself to his mother's feet over a game of spin-the-bottle on camera. He just hoped his older sister would be satisfied. "S-Sure..." "Sure?" Margaret teased. "Doesn't sound too sure to me. Do you want mommy's stinky pumps from work or not son?" Cole loathed the incessant teasing his mother basked in alongside his older sister. Still, he knew what she wanted to hear from him, and figured he should bite the bullet and get it over with already. "Yes mommy. Can I please borrow your stinky shoes mommy? I..." he struggled to contain his groan. "I... I w-want them so bad mommy... Please?" Margaret laughed at her son's debasement as she always did. "Oh you're so fun to mess with Cole. Sure, mommy will let you borrow her heels from work that you want so bad even though they're all stinky and smelly from my feet all day." With that, Margaret kicked off her high heels, pinched them up, and held them up to her son for him to take. "Have fun honey!" she giggled. "I want them back nice and clean when you're done!" To which Cole so reluctantly replied, "Yes mommy... Th-Thank you." Cole returned to his older sister Ashley's bedroom with his mother's warm pungent pumps pinched in his grip. Ashley had finally put a rest to her build up of sweat through her workout and took a seat with Gabby and Zoey. "What'd she say?" Ashley asked eagerly. Cole was nervous as always that he might upset his older sister, and felt the need to be careful when he broke the news. "Sh-She c-couldn't join." "Aw," all three girls collectively cooed in disappointment. "B-But sh-she let me borrow her heels f-f-from work, p-princess..." Cole explained nervously as he held up his mother's fetid footwear to show his keyholding older sister. "Oh wow, look at you sissy!" Ashley praised. "Taking some initiative there in at least finding somethingfor me to work with after Tina cancelled. I was honestly ready to start with or without mom, but her shoe's will work just fine for this game." She pat the empty set that was set for Tina and instructed her little brother to set them, "Here. Set them here where Tina was supposed to sit." "What's this game we're playing anyway?" Zoey asked. "You'll see," Ashley said as she untied her running shoes and popped them off to place on the seat next to her. "I'll explain when sissy here starts the recording," she added ass she peeled off her soaking wet twice-worn sweat socks and placed them on another open chair next to her shoes. "Alright sissy," Ashley began to set this recording off to a start. "Put your leash on and get the camera rolling. I'll keep you tethered to big sister's chair so you don't go anywhere during our game." And of course, Cole obliged. "Yes princess..." With the leash applied and looped under the leg of Ashley's chair, and the camera rolling with the sissified Cole at the center, Ashley began he usual opening: "Hey guys, it's Ashley!" she said into the camera, chipper in her tone. "I just finished an intense workout on my new exercise bike I got thanks to all of you lovely subscribers out there! Today, I brought back some very special guests some of you might remember from my video of my little brother here licking my shoes clean on a live stream recently when I checked in on him to make sure he was hard at work in polishing up all my shoes while I was out at a party. With me now are my good friends Zoey and Gabby. And of course, none other than my scrumptious French maid of a little brother Cole!" Cole knelt in the center of the circle of chairs, leashed to his sister's to ensure his captivity during their twisted game. The seating arrangement went as follows: Ashley's twice-worn and very recently used sweat socks, Ashley herself, Ashley's (also very recently used) running shoes, Zoey, Zoey's flats, Gabby, Gabby's ankle-high leather boots, their mother's high heels from work, and finally the mystery box. And in the center of this circle sat the cock-locked Cole in his emasculating sissy French maid uniform with the bottle he'd be expected to spin. Ashley continued her opening monologue for her video: "Given the number of you who have hit that like button on these videos starring my little brother here, and his chores in tending to my shoes in his frilly little getup, I thought we'd play a fun little game of spin-the-bottle and let my little brother decide how we get to introduce some nasty sweaty feet onto his palet." Zoey and Gabby couldn't help but giggle throughout Ashley's explanation. "So," Ashley continued, "I have here some dice I picked up from a local sex shop. Basically, you roll 'em and figure out what body part your partner ends up doing what to. Some of our participants include my shoes, my socks, my friends' shoes, and a mysterious box containing a nice surprise for my little brother here. Given that over half our contestants aren't... well... people," she giggled, "and given that Cole his is solely going to be subject to pampering our feet during this little game, I think I can do without the body part die and just stick with the action die." Ashley twirled the action die about in her fingers, studying it to read the possibilities Cole might endure. "We've got kissing, licking, sucking, smelling, rubbing, and nuzzling as potential candidates for some of the fun we'll get to put Cole here through today." Zoey and Gabby cooed at the possibilities, curling their toes in twisted demented eagerness to help Ashley torment her twerpy younger brother. "So, here's how it's gonna go," Ashley continued with her explanation. "Cole here is going to spin this bottle. And whomever it lands on, or whomever owns the footwear the bottle points to will get to roll the die to decide just how my little brother is expected to embarrass himself. He lands on the mystery box... well... nobody rolls it, and he takes what he's got coming tucked inside," Ashley said with an evil snicker she couldn't shake. "And with that..." Ashley said as she kicked the bottle in front of Cole onto its side. "Let's get started, shall we?" Cole felt loads of humiliation and self-deprecation toward this twisted little game. After sitting there watching his older sister actively soil her twice-worn socks and running shoes before his eyes, helpless and unable to do anything but watch Ashley add to his torment, Cole now was expected to spin this bottle by will of his own hand to see where it would land, and let the roll of the dice from these twisted women decide what humiliation he'd endure. With a defeated sigh, Cole set off on the first spin. He felt the twirl of the bottle twist his nervous gut for him, filling him with dreadful anticipation of who he might be subject to embarrassing himself before first: Gabby. "Whoo!" Gabby cheered as she wiggled her odorous toes that had been cooped up and sockless in her ankle-high leather boots. "Looks like our first winner is Gabby," Ashley declared. "Here little brother, take the dice over to Gabby for me, would you?" Ashley less than requested with a wicked smirk. With a shaky hand, Cole took the die and crawled over to Gabby to hand the die off to her. Gabby closed her palm on the little cube and gave it a shake. "I'm going to enjoy this," Gabby said before tossing the die to the floor to roll. "Ohhhh!" Ashley announced as if her little brother had taken a rough blow to the face- frankly, he was about to. "Kicking it off right away with a nice long lick- a yummy tongue-ful of Gabby's foot!" Cole shuddered at the outcome of the first roll. He knew this would not be the worst of it. Gabby chuckled a low demented cackle as she raised her foot up into Cole's face, scrunching and opening her toes to taunt him. "Well sissy," Gabby said with an evil smile. "Get to it. Start at the heel, then go all the way up. Gimme a nice long lick. I want a flat tongue across my nasty sole here. Really take in the flavor of my day that soaked to the bottom of my foot." Cole trembled and peered back at his older sister seated behind him, waiting to witness her little brother debase himself. Ashley rose her eyebrows and tucked a thumb under the chain of the necklace that housed her little brother's chastity keys; the key itself resting between her breasts masked beneath her sports bra. Cole knew he had no choice. If he ever wanted to convince his older sister to let him out of chastity to enjoy the orgasm she actively starved him of, then he'd have to comply and play her twisted games like he has been since she first took hold of the keys. So Cole closed his eyes tight, opened his mouth, stretched his tongue out flat, and leaned in to Gabby's sole to begin this hellish trek up the very bottom of her foot. With the leash tethered to his older sister's chair behind him, Cole felt his reach strain, forcing him to lean forward harder to stretch his neck out to land his tongue square onto the heel of Gabby's foot, summoning an uncontrollable gag and a groan from Cole as the filthy salty flavor of sweat and grime burned Cole's tastebuds. "That's a good sissy," Gabby taunted as Zoey and Ashley giggled in the background. "Nice and slow for me now. I want you to take your time. Get the most of my hot sweaty foot on your tongue," she said with a satisfied chuckle. Cole licked his way up the entire sole of Gabby's foot, suffering every inch of the way up to her toes. The heel was smooth and slick with sweat. Every wrinkle up her arch introduced more and more layers of disgust with each subtle rise and fall throughout. Upon meeting with Gabby's toes, where the flavor felt (yes, felt) the most pungent and thick, Gabby gave Cole's tongue a tight squeeze, trapping him between his leash and Gabby's toes' grip. The girls all cackled and laughed at Cole's suffering as they watched him struggle with his tongue trapped in the grip of Gabby's toes. When she finally let up, Cole groaned and gagged at what he'd just done; audibly smacking his tongue on the inside of his mouth in a desperate attempt to cleanse his palet with his own saliva. "Aw what's wrong little brother?" Ashley cooed in a demeaning manner. "Don't you like how the bottom of my friend's foot tastes?" "No..." Cole groaned. Despite the compliance he'd developed after going so long under his older sister's lock and key in chastity, he knew that the biggest reason why his torment caught the attention of thousands of viewers online was due to his reaction. So he felt comfortable being able to express his true bodily responses knowing it'd score his older sister more views on her channel at his expense. Anything- literally anything- to get out of this tight cock cage so he could jerk off again. Cole was so desperate at this point. "Aw," Ashley cooed once more. "Well that's too bad. You know why little brother?" "Why?" Cole asked almost absentmindedly, more so concerned with the filth that burned his tongue. "Because Gabby still has another foot for you to lick," Ashley said, pointing behind Cole who turned to find Gabby's opposite foot risen before him, curling her toes once again in excitement to put this little cock-locked sissified twerp through hell yet again. The girls all cackled at the genuine horror across Cole's face as he stared into the bottom of Gabby's opposite foot, knowing damn well that so long as his older sister kept his locked up tight in chastity, he would have to comply to everything she said. After another hellish lick across the sole of Gabby's foot, Cole gagged his way back to the bottle to spin it, catching his breath out of the sheer exhaustion of undergoing such filthy torment. "What's the matter sissy?" Zoey teased as she poked Cole's side with her bare toes. "Already worn out after just one round?" "Ah ah ah," Ashley scolded playfully. "We're just getting started," she said with an evil giggle. The second spin set off by Cole's hand again. He could hardly believe this was only the second round of his utter embarrassment on camera. Just a single lick up Gabby's putrid sole felt like eons to him. The bottle slowed down approaching the mystery box with the potential to land on Ashley's socks still in motion. The girls let out their, "Oh... Oh.... Ohhh"s in anticipation. Cole didn't know which would be worse: the unknown, or the known filth his older sister actively sweated into these socks while Cole sat there and watched. "And that's..." Ashley said as the group watched the bottle come to a stop on: "Socks! My socks to be exact," Ashley said victoriously before turning to the camera. "And unfortunately for little Cole here, I may or may not have purposely forgotten to wash them yesterday. Maybe even the day before," she snickered. "Now, go fetch big sister the dice from Gabby so we can see how you'll be treating my sweat socks for me little brother," she demanded. Cole obliged, sulking on all fours to Gabby as she handed off the die with it pinched between her toes. He'd considered correcting his older sister on her inaccuracy in calling it a 'dice' rather than a singular 'die,' but some part of him saw this grammatical mistake for the world to see as a small pathetic means of revenge against his older sister's torment. "Alright," Ashley said as she shook the die in her hand and let go. "Let's see what he wins folks!" Was there any good outcome for the poor cock-locked sissy in this dice roll? Not really. But some possibilities sounded less worse than others. Nuzzling his older sister's socks would clearly not be as bad as... "Ohhhh," Ashley cooed as her friends cackled with hilarity out loud. "You just can't catch a break can you little brother? You see that? See where it landed? Tell the viewers what you're going to do with big sister's old smelly sweat socks I'd just worn for you." Cole hesitantly peered over to the die and shuddered with a horrified breath of dread. He ran his palms across his face in agony as he avoided eye contact with the camera to let the viewer's know he'd be subjected to, "S-Suck..." his older sister's filthy wet sweat soaked socks she'd just recently dammed into a putrid state from her workout. "That's right," Ashley cooed with delight as she pinched up one of her socks to hover over her little brother's face. "Open up little brother. You've got a mouthful of your big sister's stinky sweat socks hot and ready for you!" she cackled. Cole humbled himself on his knees before his twisted older sister, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth to let Ashley lower her nearly dripping wet and visibly filthy (possibly more than) twice-used pungent sweat sock into his mouth at a glacial pace to prolong Cole's torment. "Man," Ashley laughed as she balled up the second sock to stuff into her little brother's cheeks. "I wonder how many socks you've filled your cheeks with this past year alone. Likely more this year than ever in your whole life, wouldn't you think little brother?" she cackled before turning to the camera to address her soon-to-be viewers. "Let me know in the comments if you kept track!" she laughed. With Cole's cheeks swollen with his sister's sweat socks, Ashley gave her little brother the command to fulfill the roll of the die. "Okay sissy... You know what to do. You've gotta be a pro at this by now, aren't you?" she snickered. "Give us a nice loud slurp for the camera. I want you to suck all my sweat down your throat from my workout. Give it your best..." Ashley then pulled out the key to Cole's chastity cage from beneath her sports bra. "You know what's at stake if you don't," she said with a low demented cackle alongside her friends as Cole looked in horror at the obvious method of power she held over her cock-locked younger brother she kept deprived of any sexual gratification. (Ashley would later allow Cole to omit this small portion of this scene from the final cut of the video). And so Cole's mouth filled with the sopping wetness of his older sister's foot sweat before he swallowed the disgusting hot and salty liquid down his tortured throat. Ashley peeled the socks out of Cole's mouth one by one with a demeaning, "Good job little sissy," and a giggle. Before he even had a chance to recover, Ashley was ready to move on. "Now spin again," she said so eagerly. The third spin landed on their mother's high heels from work. "Ew yuck!" Ashley feigned a gag of disgust. "Mom's pumps fresh off her feet after a long hard day at the office!" "Aw," Zoey groaned in disappointment. "When will I get a turn?" "Don't worry Zoey," Ashley reassured her. "We won't stop until Cole's landed on everybody and everything at least once," she said as she peered down at her helpless little brother and held the die out to him. "Why don't you blow on 'em for mom for good luck?" she snickered as he hesitantly obliged. With the click and clack and roll of the die, Cole would be subject to debasing himself on camera with his mother's high heels from work. "We've got a smell!" Ashley announced as she took hold of one of their mother's heels and held the opening up to Cole's face. "Ready little brother?" Ashley asked rhetorically as her pointer entered into their mother's warm pungent high heel. "Put your face right in there and give mom's shoe a nice long sniff after her long hard workday." Cole grimaced and held back a gag as he leaned his face in to bury his nose into his mother's high heel and inhale a lungful of the hot musky fetid stench of his mother's feet from out of her favorite pair of pumps from work. All the while, the girls' incessant laughter never let up as Ashley held up their mother's second shoe for Cole to bury his face into and smell. "How do mom's shoes smell little brother?" Ashley asked, eager to hear his response. "Bad," Cole answered almost automatically. The three girls gasped melodramatically. "Bad?" Ashley replied pretending to sound offended. "Oh Cole, how insensitive of you! This is our mother's shoe she wore to work today! The shoes our mother toiled in as she worked to put a roof over your head, food on the table... socks on my feet!" she chuckled. "I'm sure she isn't going to be happy to hear about how bad her feet stink after wearing her heels all day." Cole looked visibly panicked at the thought of his older sister tattling on him to their mother that he claimed her shoes smelled as bad as they did. Before he could even speak up, Ashley had moved on. "Next!" Ashley declared to usher in the next spin of the bottle. Through coughs and gags from the stench of his mother's high heel from work that day, Cole begrudgingly spun the bottle yet again to finally land on his longtime class crush who'd locked him into chastity and handed the keys off to his older sister Ashley: Zoey. "Yes!" Zoey cheered. "Finally! Come here little sissy boy and gimme those dice!" she giggled sadistically. Cole knelt before Zoey in utter shame and humiliation mixed with a deeply bottled up bitterness toward the woman he'd admired for so long who dammed him into chastity under the embarrassing lock and key of his own sister. He didn't even watch the die roll anymore, he simply waited for the outcome. "Aha!" Zoey laughed alongside her fellow tormentors. "Kiss kiss! Look at that!" "Aw little brother," Ashley taunted. "You get to kiss the girl you've been crushing on!" she snickered alongside the other girls. Zoey held out her foot and stretched her toes before scrunching them to toy with the cock-locked sissy before her. "Pucker up sissy!" Zoey mocked. "Give my foot a nice big wet kiss!" "Give her 10!" Gabby suggested. "20!" Ashley upped the ante. "50!" Zoey decided. "On each!" she added with a sly wince in her gaze as she wiggled her toes eagerly. Cole cradled Zoey's foot by the heel as he knelt there on the floor before her. Even with her foot taking up his line of sight, obstructing the view of Zoey's darling face, she still looked stunning; Cole still wanted her, he still longed for her, and he still ached in his chastity cage even with her stinking foot in his face awaiting the caress of his lips. "Hope there aren't any hard feelings Cole," Zoey said in a faux sympathetic tone as Cole planted his lips onto his crush's warm sweaty sole. "I know you've been crushing on me for a while now, but it's why Ashley paid me good money to get your dicklet nice and locked up for her before I passed the keys onto your sister. Scored me these flats I wore today that already look visibly filthy!" she said in melodramatic disappointment. "Shouldn't be a problem though. I'm sure you're sister would be more than willing to let me borrow that talented little shoe-cleaning tongue of yours to polish 'em up for me. Y'know, if you ever hope to convince your sister to let you out of chastity to have a gross little wank!" she cackled with her friends. Much to Cole's horror, Ashley replied with such a casual, "Don't count on it," that her neutral tone felt so twisted. "Maybe if I make it to a million subs. Who knows?" she snickered, knowing damn well how far off her list of followers was from one million. "Until then, my little brother here is just going to have to come to his big sister and ask if she'd be so so kind as to let him out of chastity so he can rub that neglected little pecker of his. And when I say no..." (Cole shuddered at his sister's use of the word 'when'), "[When I say no], there's nothing little Cole here can do about how horny he gets. All he can do is sit there and suffer and find more and more ways to please and pamper me in hopes that I'll someday be generous enough to even so much as consider maybe letting him out of chastity for a little wank. Until then..." Ashley said as she snapped a photo of her sissified cock-locked little brother smooching away at the bottom of his longtime crush's feet. "Give it your best," she laughed so gently and sadistically. After 50 clammy salty wet kisses that teased Cole's nose with Zoey's pungent foot stench, the game continued. Cole found his face huffing down the pent up stink of Gabby's ankle-high leather boot, sucking the heel of his mother's pumps from work, nuzzling his face into his older sister's tennis shoes, then Zoey's flats the round after that. All up until he landed on the woman who set this all up for him. "Thank goodness," Ashley groaned with relief. "It's about time you land on me!" she giggled so eager and sadistic. Cole was not looking forward to this. After Ashley's intense workout Cole was subject to watch damn him into raunchy humiliation, sucking the sweat from her socks and engulfing his face into the warm funk of her running shoes felt like a warm up. Cole knelt before his keyholding older sister and presented the action die to her. "I'm really looking forward to this Cole," Ashley said as she shook the die in her hand and tossed it into Cole's face, causing him to flinch and rub the welt on his forehead it left behind as the girls laughed at his pain. "Rub?" Ashley groaned, almost disappointed. "Psh, I can get you to rub my feet literally any time I want." "You could probably get him to do everything else on the dice whenever you want too," Gabby added in no way inaccurate. "Y'know, with his lil' pecker all locked up?" "That's true," Ashley laughed as she picked up the die again for a do-over. "But I wanna make sure I catch some solid content for this upload. I already posted a reel of Cole rubbing my feet on my Insta," (Cole was unaware of this), "but as always, I gotta keep the stakes up with each new video." The die rolled again as the cock-locked sissy cringed in anticipation; either in assuming his older sister would throw it in his face again, or at the outcome as if the roll were to land on a punch. "Ding ding ding!" Ashley cheered. "That's more like it!" Cole peered over curiously at the outcome of the roll. His eyes widened as he saw what he'd be subject to at his sister's feet: Lick. "Oh fuck... No..." Cole replied in an automatic response as he fell to his ass in utter horror. The girls snickered and giggled at Cole's visible dread from all around him as Ashley took hold of the leash tethered to her chair to pull her sissy little brother in closer. "That's right little brother," Ashley said so eagerly. "I just finished my workout, so it's time for you to lick your big sister's feet!" she snickered. "My my... too bad for you sissy... I don't think I'd wish this upon anyone," she said with a giggle as she dragged Cole closer by his leash. "Anybody but you that is," she said before lifting her foot to present it to her little brother's face. Gabby and Zoey giggled and snickered from behind Cole as his older sister held him up to her foot by his neck, bringing him face to face with her sole he was expected to lick. The foul stench emanating from his older sister's soles nearly made Cole dizzy. The sweat on her feet was still visible. The grime and filthy sock lint between Ashley's toes made Cole want to wretch with disgust. The whole world around his face felt like he stood in front of a heater. "Get to it sissy!" Ashley demanded, jostling her cock-locked little brother with a shake on his leash. "Lick your big sister's foot after my intense workout. Same way you did for my friend Gabby here. Nice and slow with a wide flat tongue from the heel to my toes." Cole couldn't shake off the look of disgust as he stared into the sole of the woman that ruled him; that kept him sex starved under her lock and key in chastity, that exploited his humiliation to the world online almost every day: his older sister Ashley. The whine in his turmoil escaped his throat completely out of his control. As he felt his older sister's grip on his leash tighten and start to pull him in closer, Cole closed his eyes tight and stretched out his tongue, just like his sister instructed him to: wide and flat. Upon impact, a gag escaped Cole as he wretched and tried to back away from Ashley's fetid sole in a fight or flight reaction. "Ah ah ah little brother!" Ashley scolded as she pulled Cole back in to her foot. "Heel to toe. All the way up. Take your time and really soak it all in," she said as she brought Cole back up to his knees by the drag of his leash. Cole was trembling all throughout as he tried again; closing his eyes tight to hide from his own shame and extending his tongue back out once more to plant it square on the heel of his big sister's fetid foot. As he flinched at the hellish flavor upon impact, Ashley pulled him in tighter to ensure her cock-locked sissy little brother didn't escape his duty. Ashley assisted her little brother in running his tongue flat across her foot by dragging him up from her heel to her arch by his leash, up to the ball of her foot, and finally to the filth sock-linted toes. "There we go," Ashley cooed as her little brother tormented his taste buds at her foot. Ashley released her grip on her little brother's leash, sending him to the floor in disgusted agony. "Good boy little brother. Now..." As opposed to the opposite foot, Ashley presented her first foot to her little brother once again and ordered him to do it, "Again," before moving on to her next foot. "Take the tip of your tongue and run in between every little wrinkle up my sole." Zoey and Gabby cackled with hilarity as Cole's look of dread only became more animated upon his face. He ran his palms across his face in utter agony, whining and whimpering as he brought himself back up to his knees to present his face below the hovering foot of his older sister. "Hold my foot for me idiot!" Ashley barked as if it were obvious. "I'm not gonna sit here and keep my foot held up while you run that tongue of yours up my foot. Get to it! Tip of the tongue, right between the wrinkles, all the way up to my toes again." Cole brought his hands up to cradle his sister's heel in his palm as he poked his tongue out and planted the tip between the bottommost wrinkle he could find on his older sister's sole. The salty sour burn on the tip of his tongue felt more subtle to his torture than his entire flat tongue across the sole of Ashley's foot. He then trailed the tip of his tongue across the wrinkle of his older sister's foot from the side to the inner-arch. "That's it little brother," Ashley cooed. "Back and forth, across all my little wrinkles on my sole. Get that nice fine detail tongue-cleaning for your big sister after that hot intense workout. All the way up to my toes for me. Get my feet nice and clean for me... for your big sister," she cackled so gently. Cole tormented his way up the sole of his sister's foot, wrinkle by filthy sweaty wrinkle until he reached the final foul wrinkle where the ball of her foot met with her toes. "Good boy," Ashley said as she pat her little brother's cheek with her opposite foot before resting it upon Cole's shoulder while he slaved his tongue away at his older sister's foot. "Now slide that tongue between your big sister's toes for me. Be sure to get all that sock lint and toe jam out of there for me." Cole couldn't help the loud weeping whine of agony at his older sister's demand. "Come on sissy," Ashley scolded gently. "You gotta do it. You spun the bottle. You saw how the dice landed. You have to lick your big sister's feet on camera for my YouTube channel. I want everybody to see what a pathetic little sissy my little brother is. C'mon... show them... Give it your best. Get all that nasty filth out from between my toes. Don't swallow yet though. Just lick all the grime out from big sister's toes and let it sit in your mouth until I say you can swallow it. If you don't, well... I don't think I'll be letting you out of that chastity cage for a long long time," she said with a demented cackle. With the first slide of his tongue between his older sister's first and second toe, Cole wretched in utter disgust. His fight or flight response attempted to kick in once again, nearly forcing him to back away before Ashley tugged his leash to pull him back in. sending her sissy little brother's tongue back through the crevice of her toes. "Don't back away sissy!" Ashley barked playfully. "Lick. C'mon. Right between the toes. Each and every one. You still have my other foot to do and more rounds of our little game to play. Hurry now. Don't slack off. You know what's at stake if you do," she said as she jingled her little brother's chastity keys around her neck to taunt him. After running his tongue between his older sister's toes on her first foot, Ashley studied her little brother's (literal) dirty work on slurping the lint from between her toes. "Wow," Ashley said, masking her disgust with impression. "You actually did it," she chuckled. "What other choice does he have?" Zoey laughed, ushering the same from Gabby. "Stick out your tongue for me sissy," Ashley demanded. "I wanna see the damage I did to that poor little tongue of yours," she snickered eagerly. Cole presented his tongue to his older sister to showcase the speckles of lint and toe jam to her, sending Ashley into a fit of laughter at the disgusting sight. "Lemme see lemme see!" Gabby said excitedly. "Go sissy," Ashley said through her unhinged hilarity, holding her sides and waving her little brother away. "Go show my friends all the funk you licked out from your big sister's nasty ass toes!" Cole complied and crawled over to Zoey and Gabby to present his filth-laden tongue to them and showcase his disgusting utter humiliation. "Oh my gosh!" Gabby burst into a roaring laughter. Zoey did the same after gagging profusely. "Holy shit that's so fucking disgusting!" "Go show the camera sissy!" Ashley demanded through her laughter. "Get your tongue-" she had to stop to take a breath. "Get you tongue real close to the lense. Make sure it-" she had to stop to take another breath after her hilarious fit. "Whew! Make sure it focuses in on all the little details on your tongue." Cole's tongue never re-entered his mouth. Why bother? He sulked as his cheeks preemptively turned red with utter embarrassment during his approach to the camera. With the leash keeping him tethered to his older sister's chair, Cole brought himself as close as possible to the lense, still only able to face the world online from his knees head-on in his emasculating sissy French maid uniform. "Closer!" Ashley barked between laughs. "I want everybody to see all the funk you just licked out of your sister's toes!" Cole strained to stretch closer to the camera, choking himself by the leash tethered to his sister's as he presented his filth covered tongue to the camera. "Hold it," Ashley demanded. "Hold it there. Gotta make sure we get a nice shot of all that nastiness." Time felt stretched as taut as the leash Cole strained his neck from as he awaited his older sister's permission to move on; just kneeling and stretching there up to the camera lense with his sock lint and toe jam speckled tongue out and presented for all the world to see. "Okay," Ashley said to finally move on. "I think we got the shot." It hadn't dawned on Cole until now, but he realized he wasn't sure what to do with all the salty sweaty grime on his tongue. Lucky for Cole (I guess), his domineering older sister had a plan for him: "Now swallow." Cole let the leash finally slack as he fell to all fours in agony, whining and weeping at his older sister's command. "Ah ah ah," Ashley sung in a gentle scold. "Back up to the camera sissy. I want everybody to see you swallow your sister's filth from between her toes down your pathetic little throat. Show the camera your tongue, free of all your big sister's foot funk after you swallow." Cole weeped just a little longer before taking a breath in preparation to present himself back to the camera, filthy tongue out before bringing it back into his mouth. Summoning the foot-soiled saliva to his palet, Cole felt the unnerving tickle of his older sister's toe funk flowing in his mouth before he swallowed, fighting against his gag reflex that yearned to wretch his disgust out of him. Once all of Ashley's sock lint and toe jam trickled down Cole's throat, he smacked his lips and let out a few gags before presenting his tongue back to the camera to show the world that he did indeed just swallow down a mouthful of his older sister's filth, licked out from between her toes. The girls all cackled with hilarity; tears in their eyes and hands grabbing their sides at the expense of the pathetic sissy French maid boy whose older sister had him locked in chastity, depriving her little brother of any sexual gratification to the point that he'd do anything for the sake of his starving libido, no matter how embarrassing, degrading, disgusting, or humiliating. "Wow..." Ashley said as she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "That was great. Holy shit... I don't think you've made me laugh that hard in a long time sissy." Cole sulked in his humiliation and disgust; not only disgusted by his older sister's filthy toe grime he'd just swallowed down, but at himself over all the mortifying things he found himself doing for the sake of convincing his older sister to finally let him out of chastity. Ashley took another breath, still collecting herself from her hilarious fit. "Okay," she said, exhausted. "Now the other one," she said as she held her opposite foot up, sending her friends into another fit of laughter at Cole's expense. After another hearty tongue-ful of his older sister's nasty foot funk, Cole returned to the bottle yet again to drive this humiliating game further into his debasement; licking his older sister's unwashed sweat socks as she held them up taut to enunciate the filthy blackened footprint left behind, sucking on Gabby's toes, nuzzling his face into Zoey's soles, kissing his mother's work heels like he loved them. Until finally, the bottle would land upon the dreaded mystery box Cole so desperately hoped he could avoid. "Oooooooh," Gabby and Zoey cooed as if he were in trouble. "Yes!" Ashley cheered. "Finally! I'd been waiting for you to land on the box! Go ahead sissy, open it up and see what's inside," she ordered with giddy delight and excitement. Cole sulked and groaned as he crawled over to the box to remove the lid. He closed his eyes and cringed as if to receive a punch from the box; realistically some foul odor from something heinous is what Cole expected. But alas, Cole's preparatory reaction was anti-climactic as he winced one eye open and was surprised to find nothing foot related. Instead, Cole was presented with a box of bondage gear for him to don: three sets of handcuffs, a ring gag, and a blindfold. "Well sissy," Ashley said from behind, now towering over her little brother. "Let's get you dressed for your reward." Cole sat there and took it. He let his older sister cuff his hands behind his back, his ankles together, then his hands cuffed to his ankles in a hogtie. It didn't matter to Cole anymore. What more could Ashley really take from her younger brother after locking his boyhood up into chastity anyway? After restraining her little brother, shackled on his knees before his sadistic older sister, Ashley held up the ring gag and eagerly brought it up to Cole's mouth. "Alright little brother... open up," she said with a gentle, sadistic snicker. With a quivering lip, Cole opened his mouth to accept the ring gag as Ashley latched it tight to the back of his head, keeping his mouth pried open to present her twerpy little brother with his mystery box prize. "And lastly..." Ashley said, twirling a blindfold around her pointer finger before sliding it over her little brother's eyes. Through background snickers between Zoey and Gabby, Cole knelt there shackled in the dark of the satin blindfold with his mouth pried open waiting in nervous anticipation. "Alright little brother," Ashley said as she held back laughter. "Open up... Not that you have much of a choice," she laughed. Cole's worry increased as his sister's friends' hilarity started to swell, sprinkled with, "Oh... my gosh," and a gossipy, "No!" paired with an equally gossipy, "Ashley!" "Here it comes sissy..." Ashley said as her voice began to strain, followed by a loud release of flatulence bursting into Cole's open mouth against his will with a nauseating cloud of stench that seemed faint to her friends that weren't victimized by Ashley's gas. The workings of a scream nearly let loose from Cole in his suffering before turning into a coughing fit through gags and moans of disgust. All the while, the girls laughed and cackled at the poor cock-locked sissy maid's misfortune in being forced to swallow down his older sister's wretched farts. "Oh my gosh!" Gabby started to say before having to stop herself to gag. "Ashley, that's fucking disgusting!" "Seriously!" Zoey agreed, holding her nose. "That's absolutely foul!" "Sorry girls," Ashley replied, equal parts embarrassed and proud. "Maybe I should make sure this next one doesn't leave my little brother's mouth..." Upon hearing his older sister give her cryptic warning of her 'next one,' Cole began writhing and pleading through his ring-gag, only letting out open-mouthed mumbles in desperation. Before Cole could even attempt to struggle his shackled knees across the floor away from his older sister, Ashley's hand cupped the back of her little brother's head and pulled his face into the soft pudge of her cheeks, positioning his open mouth as best she could in line with her ass hole from outside of her tight workout shorts. "Ready little bro?" Ashley said with a giggle. "Here comes number 2," she laughed before adding, "No pun intended," which was a lie. Cole begged so hopelessly, muffled in the confines of his sister's ass, unable to so much as move his lips properly to speak. That would-be pleading with his twisted older sister turned into another fit of gags and coughs as Ashley let loose another audible cloud of flatulence from out of her ass, sending it firing off across her little brother's pallet and down his tortured throat. Tears started creeping out from behind Cole's blindfold as he wept in disgust and utter humiliation while the girls around him laughed and cackled at his expense. As Cole dropped his face to the floor in misery, struggling to recover from the warm hellish fumes of his sister's gas, Gabby remarked through her laughter. "I swear I saw his cheeks puff out from that one!" "Oooh," Ashley cooed. "That'll make a nice slow-mo shot when you're editing this video later Cole!" she cackled. The laughter started to subside, readying Ashley to move on to her next gift for her little brother. "Alright sissy," Ashley said as she towered over her helpless little brother on the floor. "I'm probably going to end up getting flagged if I keep forcing your ugly little head up my butt," she snickered. "So for this last one, I want you to bring your face up to my ass yourself; all on your own accord so the viewers know you're doing this willingly. Because you are doing all of this willingly, right little brother? Otherwise, who's going to let that pathetic little pecker of yours out of its cage for good behavior? Hm?" Ashley chuckled. "Certainly won't be any girls you meet, that's for sure. Not unless they come to me and ask your big mean sister if I'd be so kind and generous enough to unlock that little dicklet of yours from that chastity cage I had Zoey lock you up in!" Ashley let her hilarity loose before making an unfortunately fair point to her little brother. "Not like you'll ever meet a girl who'd wanna go out with you after you upload this video for me! You think any girl's gonna want to date some pathetic little sissy maid who willingly swallows down his own sister's farts in hope that she might one day let him out of chastity so he can finally jerk his little boyhood away like he's been dying to the past few weeks?!" She let out another hearty cackle at the thought. "No, no... You'll likely be stuck having to come to big sister yourself and ask her for permission to touch yourself. Isn't it humiliating Cole? Isn't it humiliating knowing that you can't cum unless your big sister gives you permission to first? And every time I tell you no, there's nothing you can do about it. All you can do is sit there, hopeless and horny, unable to do a thing about it because of me! Unable to do a thing about it except find more ways you can spoil me in hope that I'll take pity on you someday! Better perk that little head up now and get it up against my cheeks, ready to scarf down another mouthful of my farts. Because if you don't, I'll give the keys to one of my friends here. But I won't tell you who. Will it be the girl you'd been crushing on all these years? The girl you'd been crushing on all this time who has zero interest in you whatsoever? Can't imagine it'd be easy finding ways to spoil her if she doesn't have any interest in so much as speaking to you!" she laughed. "Or maybe Gabby? We both know how much she likes to run her mouth around the school. And who knows what sort of fucked up shit she might make you do to get the keys back... Back in my hands that is," Ashley said with chuckle hard enough that it made her snort. "So come come, for the camera now," Ashley said as she presented her rear to her sissy younger brother. "Get up off the floor, on your knees, and wedge your poor open mouth right up against my ass hole so you can eat up another one of your big sister's farts." Cole almost wished his composure hadn't regained in between his older sister's bouts of flatulence. At least suffering through each far consecutively would grant him some mild tolerance from one fart onto the other. But with his lungs now freshly full of clean air, and his mouth starting to cure of the foul flavor, Cole struggled himself up to his knees, still shackled with his legs and arms at his back, and hobbled toward his sister as best he could without his eyesight, craning his neck about in search of his older sister's backside. "Warmer..." Ashley said through her friends' giggles as they watched the poor pathetic cock-locked sissy maid desperately search for Ashley's backside without the use of his eyes. "Getting warmer..." Ashley teased as Cole leaned about, nearing her ass before Ashley swiped it away from him. "Ope! Colder now!" she laughed alongside her friends. "C'mon Cole, you gotta want it!" she laughed. After enduring the teasing that his older sister inflicted upon him, Cole finally managed to plant his face in-between his older sister Ashley's ass cheeks. Time stretched to infinity from Cole's point of view as he knelt there with his mouth lined up with his sister's hole after she positioned him to fit in place as she saw fit. He just wanted this to end. He wanted to get this over with. He wanted... comparatively... to move on to editing this mortifying video for his sister like he always did now; to show the world just how hard Ashley had her pathetic sissy little brother wrapped around her finger. "You ready?" Ashley asked as she peered over her shoulder at her younger brother with his face buried into her ass. "Hm? Tell big sis' when you're ready to take in my next fart." Cole let out a muffled, almost inaudible, "I'm ready..." as best he could. "What was that?" Ashley giggled alongside her friends. "Speak up Cole! I can't hear you from between my cheeks!" she teased as she flexed both cheeks against Cole's face. "Just gimme a nod when you're ready to swallow down another one of your big sister's farts." With a reluctant head nod, Cole braced himself for the worst, cringing and tightening up in anticipation, just waiting to have his big mean sister fart down his tortured throat. "Okay," Ashley said in a tone that sounded like Cole made this decision all on his own. "If you're ready... Here... it... comes..." Her voice strained harder than it did for the first two gaseous expels. Her face started to redden from the pressure of her forcing more flatulence through her body. "Careful Ash," Zoey chimed in. "You know what they about forcing it!" The girls laughed at the thought while Cole struggled to keep his composure kneeling his face into his older sister's behind, pre-gaming his leftover and oncoming nausea over the sickening thought of Ashley actually shitting down her little brother's pried open throat. "Yeah well," Ashley added so casually, as if she knew this to be fact. "Shouldn't be too hard to convince this gross little twerp to actually eat my shit. So long as I keep my little brother all locked up in chastity!" she teased with a far-too playful giggle as she fondled the key to her little brother's cock cage. "Bet I could get him to do it on camera too! Off a plate with a fork and knife and everything!" "Better hope he doesn't need a bowl and a spoon instead!" Gabby added, making herself and her friends gag at the idea while Cole knelt there weeping from behind his blindfold at the heinous nightmare. "Okay, this is getting too gross," Ashley laughed. "Let's just...." she pushed again before letting out a breath of exhaustion. "... Get this over with..." she said through another straining attempt to fart. Cole knelt there in the dark behind his blindfold simply waiting for the sickening inevitable. He was in the same boat as his older sister for once: this was indeed getting too gross. He felt more than ready to get this next burst of putrid flatulence down his tortured gullet already. When it finally released, startling Cole with the sudden loud volume in both size and tone, Ashley grabbed hold of the back of her little brother's head to ensure he could not escape the release from her backside after his unexpected jolt. It was a long one. It felt never-ending to Cole- almost as if the fart dragged on for longer than the time it took for it to pass through his older sister's body, burst out from her ass hole, and fill Cole's entire cheeks from end to swollen end before getting sucked down to burn his throat in agony, sending him into yet another fit of coughs and gags. He might've vomited had Cole eaten anything that day, but the poor desperate cock-locked sissy had been cutting back on his calories over the likely chance that his older sister might put him through such disgusting trials that might make him want to puke. The ladies laughed and cackled and shared gags of mocking sympathy toward the pathetic sissy maid writhing and crying through his open-mouth on the floor, struggling to curl into a fetal position of despair thanks to the hogtie his older sister handcuffed him into. "Well everybody," Ashley said to finally close out her video. "Thanks for tuning in! Be sure to like and subscribe for more videos of me torturing my wimpy little brother. Follow me on Instagram and Twitter for even more content. And as always... thanks for watching!"
