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Jayna had a new game to play with her pretty foster-sister Luna. It was a game of shoplifting.
They were at the mall, people-watching, and Luna was already nervous and embarrassed because after they left the house Jayna had insisted that Luna remove her panties and hand them over.
Now Jayna had Luna up on the second floor of the mall, and was having her stand near a clear plastic safety railing that overlooked the ground area. Luna was terrified that someone was going to look up her skirt from below and see her bare pussy.
“So what if they do?” said Jayna. “Your pussy is pretty. You should show it off.”
“Jayna!” protested Luna, in a scandalised whisper. “Please don’t talk about that here! Someone will hear you!”
“What’s wrong with talking about my girlfriend’s pussy?” asked Jayna, making no effort to lower her voice. “Do you not enjoy it when I lick you there?”
“Jayna!” squealed Luna, looking like she might die of embarrassment.
Jayna lifted Luna’s skirt briefly, revealing her pert buttocks, before dropping it. “I don’t like it when you use my name that way, Luna,” she said. “It sounds like you’re nagging me.”
“I’m sorry,” said Luna, trying to tug her skirt back down into place.
“You need a cuter attitude,” said Jayna. “Maybe like a maid in one of those period dramas. They’re very beautiful, and very obedient. Do you want to be a maid for me, Luna?”
“Sure,” said Luna, not really thinking, just saying whatever Jayna wanted to hear to stop Jayna from discussing pussies and lifting her skirt.
“Maids call their ladies ‘mistress’,” said Jayna. “I want you to call me that. Say ‘yes, mistress’.”
Luna blushed. “That’s weird,” she said. “You’re my sister. Foster-sister.”
“I’m your girlfriend, remember?” said Jayna. She raised her voice. “You lick my cunt every night, remember? Or have you forgotten how you raped me?”
Luna’s eyes went wide. “Sssh! Please!”
“Please what?” asked Jayna.
“Please, mistress,” said Luna, defeated, her eyes downcast.
Jayna smiled. She reached out and stroked her foster sister’s hair. “That’s better, pet,” she said. “See that you get it right in future. You call me mistress, except when we’re with your family.”
“Yes, mistress,” said Luna, submissively.
“All right,” said Jayna. She thought for a moment, and said, “Hey, I’m hungry. Go get me a banana from that supermarket.”
Luna started in that direction, and then stopped. “Can I have my money?” she asked. And then, remembering, “May I have my money, please, mistress?”
Jayna had started the habit of carrying her foster sister’s phone and purse, “to help her”. It made Luna dependent on Jayna, which she liked, and it helped Luna get used to the idea of Jayna controlling her and controlling her possessions, which Jayna also liked.
“No, it’s okay,” said Jayna. “You don’t need money. Just shoplift one.”
Luna went white with horror. “What? No, I can’t!”
“Jesus Christ, Luna,” said Jayna. “It’s just a banana. The world won’t fall down. Just go in there, pick up a banana, and when no one is looking you reach under your skirt and shove it up your pussy. Then you walk out. It’s not hard.”
“Up my… “ said Luna. “No…”
“Well, you can hardly carry it in your hand,” said Jayna. “We both know you have a nice tight fuckhole, Luna. It’s time you put it to use. Now say ‘yes, mistress’, and go get me a banana. Unless you want to discuss your fuckhole some more.”
Luna was silent for a long moment. Eventually Jayna opened her mouth to speak again – which finally pushed Luna into action.
“Yes, mistress,” she mumbled, and turned and headed for the supermarket.
It took Luna a while to return, and when she did her face was a mask of humiliation, and she was waddling awkwardly.
Jayna smiled, reached under Luna’s skirt, and found a thick, fresh banana exactly where she expected it to be. She slowly pulled it out of her foster sister’s twat, and then wiped it clean on Luna’s face.
“Good girl,” she said
Luna looked like a picture of misery.
“Don’t pout at me,” said Jayna. “There wouldn’t be cunt juices on your face if you hadn’t juiced up like a slut from shoving a banana up your twat. It’s your own fault for being a whore.”
She peeled the banana and ate it as Luna watched. When she was done, she reached under Luna’ skirt, and shoved the peel back up her pussy.
Luna squirmed and tried to pull away, but Jayna was holding her skirt, and if Luna made a noise everyone would see what was happening, and if she moved away from Jayna then Jayna would probably pull her skirt off entirely.
“What are you doing?” she hissed. “That’s gross.”
“You just had this exact thing up your cunt a moment ago,” said Jayna, “and you put it there willingly. Now carry it to the bin like a good girl, and don’t pull it out until you get to the trash. Then go back inside the supermarket and get me a bottle of soda, just like you did with the banana.”
Luna was distraught. “If I keep shoplifting, someone will see me, Jayna!” she complained.
“Oh, hush,” said Jayna. “You’re a pretty white girl with respectable parents. If you get caught, flash them your pussy and let them feel you up, and if that doesn’t work, your dad will come and rescue you.”
“I don’t want my dad to know I was shoplifting!” objected Luna.
“Then I suggest you don’t get caught,” replied Jayna coldly. She patted Luna on her cute teenaged cheek. “Go be a good girl and bring me my drink.”
Jayna watched Luna walk awkwardly to a nearby trash can, fish the banana peel out of her cunt, and drop it in the receptacle. Jayna loved making Luna ashamed of her body, because it made it so much more delicious when Luna was forced to expose herself, and so she made a mental note to help Luna associate her cunt with garbage more in future.
Then Luna went back into the supermarket. Some time later, she came out, waddling again, and when she reached Jayna, she pulled a bottle of lemonade out from under her skirt. The lid and neck of the bottle were wet with pussy juice.
“Good girl,” said Jayna. “Now I want something to read. Go get me a porn magazine. The nastiest, most disgusting one you can find.”
“A porn magazine?” echoed Luna.
“Yes, I’m surprised as you are that they still get printed in this digital age,” said Jayna, “but I saw some on the shelves in that supermarket earlier. There’s one called ‘Big-Titted Lesbian Whores’ and another called ‘Daddy’s Little Fucktoys’. Bring me a copy of both of those.”
Luna moaned. “A magazine isn’t going to fit up my pussy, Jayna,” she murmured.
“Probably not,” said Jayna. “I don’t want excuses. Find a way.”
Luna demurred again, and shifted awkwardly, before finally saying, “No, Jayna, I can’t do it! I’ll get caught!”
Jayna sighed, and stood from the bench where she was sitting. Then, quickly, she put a hand on Luna’s shoulder, and pushed her back, walking with her, until Luna’s back hit a wall near the entrance to the supermarket.
With one smooth move, she undid the catch on Luna’s skirt and pulled it away, leaving Luna naked from the waist down. Then she pressed her body tightly against Luna’s, and kissed her on the lips. With their bodies together, no one could really see that Luna was half-naked – but they’d notice if they looked closely.
Luna was wild with panic, bucking against Jayna’s body, trying to snatch the skirt out of Jayna’s hands, and honestly it just made the kiss that much hotter. Jayna enjoyed Luna’s fear, until finally she broke the kiss.
“Luna,” she said, “I swear to god I will walk away and leave you here with no skirt unless you calm the fuck down.”
Luna immediately went still.
“Now, you will apologise to your mistress for being a stupid disobedient slut,” said Jayna. “And then I will give you your skirt, and you will go into the supermarket like a good little girlfriend and get me my magazines. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” said Luna meekly.
“What do you say?” asked Jayna.
Luna was humiliated, but she said the words. “I’m sorry for being a stupid disobedient slut, mistress,” she mumbled.
“Good girl.”
Jayna gave her foster sister her skirt, and Luna hurriedly replaced it around her waist. Then Jayna pulled back, and Luna immediately scurried in the direction of the supermarket.
While she was gone, Jayna popped into a nearby newsagent – and noted more pornographic magazines in the stands here – before quickly finding what she was looking for: packs of “sexy stickers”, bearing images like lipsticked lips, love hearts, and words like “SO HOT” and “SEXY”. She bought several, using Luna’s money – along with some extra stickers showing letters of the alphabet, and a large empty scrapbook – and went back to wait for Luna.
Luna emerged, eventually, looking so terrified that Jayna worried there might actually be security guards following her. But her mission had been successful, and she withdrew the two magazines Jayna had requested from beneath her shirt.
“Here,” she said. “That’s enough, okay? Let’s go home now.”
“Are you telling me what to do, Luna?” asked Jayna quietly.
Luna immediately blushed. “No, mistress,” she said, quickly. “But…”
Jayna looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
Luna fell silent.
“Good girl,” said Jayna. “I’m tempted to send you for another magazine, just for arguing with me, but I’m going to show mercy. I’m in the mood to go home anyway.”
Luna’s body visibly relaxed with relief when Jayna said that – but if she had thought Jayna’s game was over, she was sorely mistaken.
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