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Bondage Twins (fm:bondage, 5037 words) [2/3] show all parts
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A pair of twin sisters indulge their bondage fantasies by submitting to a
dominant male. But they make the mistake of trying to play a trick on him.
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A few seconds went by. Where was he?
Swack! Sharon yelped as she felt the cat o' nine tails across
her bare backside. She jumped as much as she could with her
arms pulled high and the spreader bar between her ankles. James
put another stroke across her left thigh, and Sharon yelped again.
"Damn, why did I buy that thing?" she thought. "It hurts!" Another
stroke across her belly. Another grunt from behind the gag. The
cat hurt, but she knew James wasn't swinging as hard as he could.
Still, it stung enough to make her learn any lesson James wanted.
And all the while, the tingle in her pussy continued and she got
hornier with every stroke.
James continued with strokes to her bottom, back, thighs, and
belly. Then he planted one across her titties. Sharon screamed
into the gag. She couldn't believe he had whipped her tits. They
were still very sensitive from the treatment they'd previously
received. Another stroke to her breasts, another scream from
Sharon, another tingle in her pussy. She was getting desperate
for relief, but what she got was the cat on her tits again. Tears
came back to her eyes, and she moaned into the gag, hoping James
would interpret it as a plea for mercy. After a few more strokes,
the whipping stopped. Or was he just slowing the pace? She didn't
know.
Then she felt his fingertips running over her belly and down to
her thighs. She felt his lips plant little kisses on her thighs
and his tongue trace patterns where the whip had been only moments
before. Sharon ground her hips forward, wanting him to give her
pussy some attention. Instead he reached up and palmed her tits
in his hands as he kissed her abdomen and chest. She moaned.
She wanted him in her, or on her, or something. Her pussy
continued to tingle with lust.
Suddenly he was tonguing her labia. She moaned louder and strained
at her bonds. He continued the cunnilingus, and finally, when he
concentrated on her clit, she had another of those tremendous
orgasms that she only got after being strung along and teased
extensively. Luckily, the cuffs around her wrists were padded
since her legs failed to support her during the Big O.
As she recovered, James removed the spreader bar and the gag.
She didn't know if she should say anything, so she kept quiet.
Next James freed her wrist cuffs from the ceiling chain, but
reattached them behind her back. She still had the blindfold
on, and she heard him say, "I think you should be ready to show
me what you've learned about give and take."
Sharon got down to her knees and crawled over to the sound of
his voice. His cock was waiting for her, and she took it in her
mouth and sucked for his pleasure. She performed with passion,
bringing him along slowly but surely, giving him little kisses
around the rim of his glans and along the length of his shaft.
She drew her tongue slowly along his entire cock, teasing him
by wiggling just the tip of her tongue up against the underside
of the head. Overall, it was more difficult without the use of
her hands, but finally she concentrated on sucking him deep
inside her mouth and using lots of tongue until he came and
she swallowed.
Sharon was exhausted. She slumped to the floor in a heap.
James began to remove the rubber bands from her breasts, and
she wiggled and moaned a little as her tits were freed from
the constriction. When the last one was gone, he helped her
sit up, and he removed the blindfold. She looked up at him,
and he kissed her passionately. Then he removed the cuffs
from her wrists and ankles, picked her up from the floor, and
carried her to the bedroom. They lay on the bed for a while,
and Sharon said, "James, that was the most incredible experience
of my life. I know we both said we wanted a little more 'umph'
in the bondage, but that was just amazing. How did you do it?"
James laughed softly and said, "It was pretty incredible for
me, too. I didn't know how well it would work out."
"It worked out ... like I never would've believed," Sharon said.
"I was a little worried about how you'd respond, but you took
everything I could dish out. The whole thing was pretty amazing,"
he said.
Sharon thought about Susan and how she might have responded in
the same situation. "I bet she would love it, just the way I
did," Sharon thought.
As if on cue, James asked, "So, what do you think your sister
will like for dinner next Friday?"
"Oh, she likes all the things I like," Sharon answered, then
realized the open-endedness of her response.
"All the things you like," James repeated. "Would she like
being where you were a little while ago?" he asked.
The question was a little bolder than Sharon expected, but
James had been bolder than she expected all night. She quickly
decided to play innocent. "James! You can't be thinking about
putting Susan in ... and me in ... I mean, tying me up is one
thing, but Susan, ... well, I just don't know ... Susan and me
both ..."
James laughed out loud. "Look at you! Trying to look like
you never thought of such a thing. You don't fool me, Sharon.
I know you've been thinking about it. Don't try to deny it."
Sharon would neither confirm nor deny it, but she was glad he'd
been direct about it. It kept her from having to be. "Well,
it's true that Susan and I both have been interested in bondage
for a while, but I don't know how she'll react to this. I'll
talk to her about it, though," she promised, and added, "But
don't get your hopes up," even though she felt sure she'd have
Susan there the next weekend.
It would be their adolescent bondage fantasies come true. They
had always seemed to enjoy things more when they were together
instead of apart. It would be Susan's first true experience
in actual bondage. Sharon could hardly wait.
"All right, I won't get my hopes up," James said. "Oh, and by the
way," he went on, "I purposely didn't put that butt plug all the
way in, just to make sure you'd drop it." Sharon hit him with a
pillow.
... to be continued.
Written in February 1993
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Bondage Twins, part 4
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(Sharon and James have agreed to include Sharon's twin, Susan,
in their bondage games. Now Sharon has to set things up with
her sister.)
"I'm telling you, Sue, it was incredible. It was the most
intense experience I've ever had, sex or no sex. Remember
how we always dreamed it would be? Multiply that by about
100. Hard to imagine, isn't it?" said Sharon, explaining her
most recent bondage session. Susan sat in Sharon's living
room listening to her sister bubble over with exuberance.
She had to admit it was the most exciting account Sharon had
given so far.
"But that must've hurt you so bad! How could you stand it? We
never dreamed up anything like that. For Pete's sake, Sharon,
this James must be pretty damn mean," Susan put in.
"No, no, he doesn't treat me like that all the time, silly, only
when we play the game. He's just like anyone else any other time,"
Sharon explained. "When we're at work, or when we're out with
other people, or even when we're alone, but not playing bondage,
you'd never know he has this sadistic streak. But once he gets
me tied up, look out. It's an incredible turn-on, knowing he has
this other side that no one else knows about."
"Wow, you're lucky. I'd kill to get involved with someone like
that," Susan said.
"Well, what's the latest with that Phil guy? Didn't you go out
with him again over the weekend?" asked Sharon.
"Yeah, but I don't think it's going anywhere. He's an okay guy,
and he's okay in bed, but he just won't pick up on any of the
clues I drop. Okay, like Saturday night, we're having sex, and I'm
on the bottom, missionary, right? I ask him to pin my arms above
my head because it's more thrilling to be held down, I tell him.
He did it, but he never took it any further. What do I have to
do? I'm not going to yell, 'Tie me up! Beat me! Make me write
bad checks!' He had to get the hint. He's just not into it, I
guess," Susan lamented.
"Well, here's something to take your mind off it for a while,"
Sharon responded. "James and I want you to have dinner with us
on Friday. I think it's time you two met. I told James about
you, and he can't wait to meet you."
"You mean a double date? I don't know, Sharon. I don't feel like
seeing Phil anymore, and I can't think of anyone else to bring,"
Susan said.
"No, who said anything about a double date? James and I want *you*
for dinner, not Phil or anyone else," Sharon explained.
"But I don't want to be a third wheel -- you know that," Susan
protested halfheartedly.
"Third wheel? Don't give me that, sis. You'll never be a third
wheel with me around, no matter what. Besides, I know everything
you're thinking, and I know you want to meet James, so don't give
me that third wheel crap," Sharon asserted.
"Okay, I accept! Now, I know you've got something on your mind
or up your sleeve, so what plans have you made?" Susan demanded.
Sharon let out a sigh, and replied, "Well, how would you feel
about ..."
"Are you serious?! Oh, Sharon, you can't be serious. I've
never even met James," Susan exclaimed.
"Yeah, but isn't this what you've been wanting for so long?
Think, Sue. How much longer do you want to wait?" Sharon asked.
"Can you afford to let this chance go by? Besides, he's my
boyfriend, so you almost know him already."
"Have you told him about this?" asked Susan.
"We've talked about it," Sharon replied.
"Oh, Sharon, I'd be mortified to meet him like that! It'd be
like asking a complete stranger to have sex with me," exclaimed
Susan. "I can't do it!"
"I know," reasoned Sharon, "so I won't tell him you know about
it ahead of time! He'll think you're just going to have dinner,
but along the way, we'll win you over. See? I've thought of
everything."
"I don't know," Susan replied, but less firmly than before. She
pondered for a few seconds, then asked, "But how will it work?
Will he want us ... together?" The prospect of finally having
her bondage desires fulfilled and the thought of being able to
experience them with Sharon were winning Susan over.
"That's the idea, sis. Won't it be great?" Sharon asked. Susan
didn't speak, but gave Sharon a big hug, and Sharon knew her twin
was committed. "But, I don't know exactly how it'll work," Sharon
continued. "James might ask my advice ahead of time, but he'll be
in charge. He probably won't tell me all his plans, maybe none at
all. But, you and I won't be telling him everything, either. And
we might be able to add a few elements he won't be expecting."
"Like what?" Susan asked. Sharon just looked at her. "You mean ..."
"Yes. We look so much alike, he won't be able to tell us apart.
That makes for some interesting possibilities, doesn't it?" Sharon
asked with a devilish grin. The two had tried the "switch places"
routine once or twice in their youth and had fooled teachers and
friends on occasion. They both knew it would be more difficult
this time, but also more exciting, especially considering the
circumstances. They spent the rest of the evening planning.
Later in the week, Sharon and James ironed out the details for
Friday's dinner. James would once again use his seniority at the
television station to see to it that he and Sharon were given the
weekend off. Sharon was to bring Susan over to James' place at
around seven o'clock, and the three of them would finish preparing
an Italian dinner, complete with wine to help Susan lose her
inhibitions. They would turn the conversation to sex and then
to bondage, and from there, they figured things would take their
natural course. James refused to divulge any serious details, but
Sharon felt sure it would be a night to remember. She was more
excited than ever since Susan would be involved, and even more so
with what she and Susan had planned.
On Friday, Susan and Sharon arrived at James' house. Susan was
wearing one of Sharon's outfits that James had seen more than
once, and she had taken care to get her hair done like Sharon's
during the week. Sharon was wearing one of Susan's outfits that
James had never seen. Susan introduced Sharon to James with,
"Susan, this is James; James, this is my sister, Susan." Sharon
acted like the shy sister James was expecting while she watched
Susan play the part of James' serious girlfriend.
"Good grief, you two look amazingly alike," said James. "If I
didn't know better, I could never tell you apart." Sharon knew
James was no dope, and she could tell immediately that he was
suspicious, but she and Susan were prepared for this. "James,"
said Sharon, "I need to 'powder my nose.' Could you tell me
where ..."
"Sure, it's just around the corner and down the hall on the left,"
said James. Sharon disappeared in that direction, but stopped
close enough to eavesdrop. Susan had to come through right now
if their ploy was to work.
"C'mere, you," said James as he pulled Susan close. Susan was a
bit nervous, but she'd been well coached by Sharon on how to react.
"Trying to dominate me already?" she quipped. "I thought we were
going to try not to scare Susan off this quickly."
"Yeah, but Susan's not here to scare, is she, Sharon?" James
responded. He looked at her carefully. "You are Sharon, aren't
you?"
"You tell me, lover," Susan answered, and planted a lasting,
passionate, wet kiss on James before he knew what hit him. Sharon
peeked around the corner at her boyfriend kissing her sister and
congratulated herself on inventing this method of removing any doubt
James might have. She'd told Susan how to kiss James in just the way
they'd become accustomed. This wasn't difficult for Susan since she
kissed almost just like Sharon anyway. Sharon didn't feel jealous;
after all, it was just her twin sister, her other self. Finally,
and most importantly, the "switch" maneuver kept Susan from being so
uptight. She could let herself go if James thought she was Sharon.
Plus, Sharon experienced a rather unexpected arousal at watching Susan
kiss James.
"Wow," said James, coming out of the kiss. "Okay, you've convinced
me. Have you told her anything, or did you decide to get her drunk
so I can take advantage of her?"
"Well, I haven't told her directly, but I've dropped a few hints, so
I'm sure she has an idea," replied Susan. She had a good feeling
about James, and she found him just as attractive as Sharon had
described him. Her initial apprehensions were virtually gone, and
she had settled into the "Sharon mode."
Dinner went well, and the conversation eventually turned to sex,
as James and Sharon had planned. "I just don't understand how
couples that've been together for 10 or 15 years can keep any
zing in their sex lives," commented Susan, as she maintained the
pretense of Sharon trying to make bondage the topic of discussion.
"Well, I guess they just find different variations to make things
more interesting," James offered.
"Like what?" Sharon asked innocently. "Do you mean things like
costumes and role playing, or ... leather, or ... bondage?"
James was a bit surprised at what seemed to be Susan's bold
candor, but he went with the opportunity. "Yes, that's what I
mean. And I understand bondage and discipline and all that
are especially exciting for a lot of people."
Sharon couldn't help but see the humor in the situation. Here
was James, going on like he was the catalyst, while actually he
was being manipulated like a puppet, she thought. Sharon caught
Susan's eye and knew her sister was thinking likewise.
"Oh, and I've heard the same thing, from some very reliable
sources," Sharon said, giving Susan the cue to really get the
ball rolling.
James knew immediately what Sharon meant by "reliable sources,"
and he looked over at Susan, who said, "Well, I've told Susan
a bit about our bondage games, dear."
Sharon interrupted with, "Yes, and it's the most fascinating
thing in the world! Oh, James, you know how sisters will talk.
I've heard about your bondage gear and everything."
"Bondage gear and everything," James repeated. Things seemed
to be working out easier than expected. "Would you like to see
some of it?" he asked.
"You better believe it," Sharon answered. She was beginning to
wonder how much longer the charade would be necessary, but decided
not to rock the boat, especially since she and Susan had agreed not
to disclose their true identities without the other's approval.
The three of them went into the bedroom. James got a box from the
closet and opened it for Sharon to see. Sharon pointed to a set
of wrist cuffs and asked, "How do these work?"
"Here, I'll show you," James answered, and quickly secured Susan's
arms behind her back. "There, you see? Sharon's pretty helpless
with those on."
Sharon had been expecting James to cuff her own wrists, not Susan's.
She thought Susan might feel more comfortable if she could ease
into it rather than being forced right in. But, Susan seemed to be
okay, so Sharon went with it. "You're right, she does seem pretty
helpless. I bet she can't stop me from doing this!" Sharon said
and promptly dug her fingertips into Susan's ribcage, eliciting
a yelp from Susan.
Susan ducked back out of Sharon's reach and said, "Hey, who do
you think you are? James, honey, I think she needs a set of cuffs
of her own, don't you?"
"I couldn't agree more," James replied and quickly had Sharon's
arms cuffed behind her back as well.
Sharon, still playing the role of Susan, decided to break the
final layer of "ice" between her and James. "Well, there's no
doubt about it. I'm helpless, all right. You could do almost
anything you wanted to me and I'd be powerless to stop you. You
could even kiss me, and Sharon couldn't stop you, either."
"You don't say," said James as he took Sharon by the shoulders and
gave her the same kind of kiss Susan had given him earlier. Sharon
made an effort to kiss a bit differently than usual to keep James
from catching on, but she wasn't sure how successful she was.
Susan broke up the kiss by playfully butting her head against James'
shoulder. "Hey, whose boyfriend are you, anyway?" she asked.
"It looks like you need a little more restraint, Sharon," James told
Susan. He removed her cuffs and said, "Strip and get on the bed."
"Uh oh, how's she going to react to that?" thought Sharon. But
Susan didn't miss a beat. In only a few moments she was lying on
the bed nude.
Sharon watched as James positioned Susan just to the right of the
bed's center and secured her wrists to the headboard and her ankles
to the footboard. As James stepped back, Sharon was struck by how
beautiful her sister looked that way. The twins made eye contact,
and Sharon could feel how excited Susan was and how willing she
was for things to continue. And they both felt a state of arousal
in themselves and in each other.
James turned toward Sharon who was still standing there watching,
still playing like she was Susan. "Now's your chance to find out
what bondage is really like, Susan," James said to Sharon. "If you
don't want to participate, just say so and I'll turn you loose.
Otherwise ..." Sharon looked down at the floor but didn't say
anything. James gave her a few seconds to respond, and when
she didn't, he removed Sharon's wrist cuffs and said, "All right,
then. Strip and lie on the bed next to your sister."
Sharon did as she was told. She kept looking over at Susan,
thinking, "God, it's actually going to happen." The air was
electric with excitement and tension.
James put Sharon right next to Susan and secured her wrists and
ankles just as he had Susan's. The twins were now lying side by
side, tied, nude, and helpless. James stepped back to admire
them, and they both looked up at him.
"Holy cow, what an amazing picture you two are," he said. "You
know, this is really the first time tonight I've felt any sense
of control," he continued. Susan and Sharon both watched and
listened, but didn't say anything. James continued, "From the
moment you arrived, I haven't been able to tell one of you from
the other." He looked at Susan and said, "Sure, you seem like
Sharon, but I know how clever Sharon can be, and I know how
tempted she would be to try and trick me." The twins looked
over at each other and each could see the nervousness in the
other's eyes. They hadn't been as successful as they thought.
"So," James went on, "I thought up a way to find out just who's
who. But, I'm not going to make it easy for you. In a few minutes,
I'm going to try to persuade you to identify yourselves, but that
won't be enough because you could lie. Whoever gives in will also
have to prove her identity by giving me information only she could
know. For Sharon, that will be to tell me what story we cut out of
last night's six o'clock newscast. Susan won't know that; only
Sharon will.
"The proof for Susan? Well, we all three know that Susan's ad
agency buys a lot of air time at the TV station, and that the
agency took on Roswell Buick as a client six months ago. But,
only Susan will know who was the agency's original copywriter for
that account. I know because I dug it out of some old records
down at the station. Sharon has no reason to know who it was."
Sharon was astounded at James' foresight and resourcefulness.
How could he have known that she and Susan might pull the "switch
places" routine? Obviously, he had prepared for it. And he had
come up with a practically foolproof scheme for finding the truth.
But what would he do to force them to confess? Sharon glanced over
at Susan, and Susan turned toward Sharon with a "now what're we gonna
do?" look in her eyes.
James continued. "Now, assuming that you actually have switched
identities, I've got a feeling that neither of you is going to
want to fess up. I know Sharon would be embarrassed to get caught
in a trick like this, and surely Susan would also be embarrassed
for me to know that the 'shy sister' routine was just a facade.
Plus, it would be admitting defeat. But, it could be that you are
who you say you are, so I'm going to raise the stakes even further.
I'm about to offer up an interesting coercion for proof of identity,
and the one who proves her identity first will be relieved of the
coercion. But, there's a flip side, because the one who gives in
will be condemning her sister to whatever punishment I might decide
to administer. Of course, since you're both so keen on bondage and
discipline, maybe you'd prefer the punishment instead of the reward.
That'll be up to you, of course."
Both Susan and Sharon were taken aback with the genius of the plan.
They thought they'd prepared so well, but they hadn't counted on
James being even better prepared. And, they realized he was right
that they'd be admitting defeat by confessing. They looked at each
other once again, and each could read the resolve in the other's
eyes. Let James offer his "interesting coercion." Each was
determined to hold out against anything, and each knew that the
other was, too. They could also feel a sense of competition in
the air -- that "I'll hold out longer than you will" challenge of
sibling rivalry. They returned their gaze to James with defiant
looks on their faces but still said nothing.
"Anyone want to own up now, before I get started?" James asked.
Nobody moved. "Okay, have it your way," he said. He went around
to the foot of the bed and pulled something out from underneath.
Sharon was expecting the nipple clamps or the cat o' nine tails,
but what James had was a long feather. Now Sharon realized why
he'd bound their ankles directly to the footboard with their
heels hanging over the edge. He also had tied the girls' feet
close together so all four were lined up in a row.
He grazed the feather slowly over the soles of their feet, and
both girls gasped and tried to pull their feet away, but they
were bound fast. There was no escape. They hadn't considered
themselves especially ticklish before, but they were about to
change their minds.
.. to be continued.
(Written in February 1993)
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