I woke up to the cold, unforgiving touch of leather restraints holding me down on the familiar surface of our basement ping pong table. My head throbbed, and I blinked, trying to clear the fog of sleep from my mind.
That's when I noticed her - my little sister, Reese, skipping towards me like a nurse from a risqué Halloween fantasy. She wore a skin-tight nurse outfit, complete with a surgical mask and thigh-high white boots. The sight of her would have been absurd if it weren't for the serious look in her eyes.
"Reese, what the hell is going on?" I asked, trying to protest as I tested the strength of the restraints.
"Shh, it's all part of the procedure, big brother," she said soothingly, her voice muffled by the mask. "You've reached your third strike. You know the rules."
"Rules? What rules?" I demanded, feeling a spark of panic.
Reese ignored my questions and began to remove my clothes, starting with my shirt. I struggled against her, but she was surprisingly strong for her small frame. Her gaze was fixed on me, studying my reactions to her touch.
"See? You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, a teasing note in her voice as she trailed her fingers along my chest.
"Reese, stop it," I pleaded, but she just laughed softly.
"You always were a terrible liar, you know that?" she said, pulling out an electric trimmer.
I couldn't help but panic at the sight of it. "Reese, no! What are you doing?"
"Don't worry, I've watched a YouTube video," she reassured me, before carefully shaving my pubic area, leaving only short hairs.
Then she pulled out a straight razor. I tensed, worried about what she might do. But she used it with surprising skill, leaving my nether regions smooth and silky.
"There, all nice and clean," she said, satisfied.
She started to lube up her gloves, preparing for a more thorough examination. I tried to hold back, but the feeling of her gloved hands on me was too much. I couldn't help but respond to her touch.
"Do you like it when your little sister touches you?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
I tried to hold back, but she noticed my pleasure and continued her ministrations.
"This machine will help you stay healthy, you know," she said, bringing out a strange-looking device. "It prevents premature ejaculation."
She attached the machine to my penis, causing me to feel both pleasure and discomfort. I couldn't believe what was happening.
"Reese, please," I begged, but she just smiled.
"I'll see you tomorrow, big brother," she said, leaving me alone with the machine. "Don't forget - you're mine for the entire weekend."
The machine started up, and I couldn't help but feel both pleasure and unease. I wondered what Reese had in store for me next.
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