The Johnson sisters, Emily and Sophie, had always shared everything. From clothes to secrets, their bond was unbreakable. But this time, they had decided to share something more—someone, actually. They had adopted a slave together from Slave Selection, a site where their particular tastes in dominance could be satisfied.
The day finally arrived. Their new slave, Mark, stood in their living room, naked and trembling slightly as he knelt before them. His eyes were fixed on the floor, the tension of the moment clear in the rigid set of his shoulders.
Emily, the older sister, circled him slowly, her eyes scanning his body with a mixture of approval and anticipation. “He’s perfect, isn’t he, Sophie?”
Sophie, sitting elegantly on the leather couch, nodded with a satisfied smile. “He’ll learn quickly. He knows why he’s here.”
Emily stopped in front of Mark, tilting his chin up with a single finger so that he had no choice but to look at her. “You understand that you’re here to serve us, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Mark replied, his voice barely a whisper, laced with both fear and excitement.
Sophie stood up, walking over to stand beside her sister. “Discipline is key in our house. You’ll learn your place soon enough.”
Mark nodded, his gaze flickering between the two sisters, waiting for the command, the touch, the discipline that would define his new life.
Emily took a step back and exchanged a look with Sophie. “Let’s begin,” she said, her voice smooth and commanding.
As the first sting of discipline was about to be administered, Mark felt a strange comfort in the certainty of his new role. The Johnson sisters had chosen him, and he was ready to serve, to learn, and to be molded exactly as they wished.