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Bondage Twins (fm:bondage, 5646 words) [3/3] show all parts
Author: subscribeAdded: Jun 12 2000Views/Reads: 78/71Part vote: 8.50 (2
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Twins Susan and Sharon get themselves tied up, and a sadomasochism
adventure is next on the agenda. Is it more than they bargained for?
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James reached under the bed again and pulled out another long black
feather, identical to the first. He then began lightly stroking
the girls' silky legs with the feathers, up and down, from hips to
ankles. The twins once again tried to squirm away from the tickling,
but James wouldn't allow it. Their legs were especially ticklish
when he drew the feathers through the shallow valleys formed by
their closed thighs. And when he danced the feathers over their
pelvic regions, neither could keep from squirming and giggling.
Still James was merciless. After allowing them time to recover, he
next concentrated on their abdomens, sides, and armpits. The inner
portions of their arms were especially sensitive, and he played it
for all it was worth. Sharon and Susan were both very close to
blurting out their confessions, but managed to hold out. The tickling,
though excruciating, was still a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.
Both twins were becoming quite sexually aroused, and every once in a
while, they'd sneak glances at each other. Both could see the
excitement and lust in the other's eyes.
The tickling stopped abruptly, and both twins looked up while, once
again, gasping for breath. Their eyes got wide when they saw what
James had pulled from under the bed this time -- two feather dusters.
"Oh no!" Sharon exclaimed. James allowed them time to catch their
breath, then began grazing the feather dusters over the girls'
bellies and sides. Susan and Sharon once more began giggling and
squirming. Then James concentrated on their breasts, twirling the
feather dusters in a circular fashion over one breast, then the
other. He made slow strokes around their breasts in a figure
eight pattern, then returned to the twirling technique, which was
almost as purely sexual in its stimulation as it was tickling, and
a few moans began to escape between the girls' lips.
But once again, James switched the tack of his assault, this time
back to their feet. When the girls had caught their breath, he
applied the original black feathers again to the twins' heels and
arches and to the balls of their feet. Susan and Sharon began to
giggle and squirm once again. Susan managed to yelp out between
gasps, "Please, James, stop! Hehehe ha, ah! I'll do anything!"
Susan was getting desperate.
"Anything?" James replied as he kept tickling. "You know what
to do to make me stop." With that, he began running a feather
between Susan's toes. Nothing he had done already had been as
ticklish as that feather being slipped back and forth between
her toes. Susan screamed and laughed and jerked around in her
bonds harder than ever, but James did not let up. He could tell
she was close to the edge.
"Ah ha ha! Allison Martin! Allison Martin was the copywriter!"
Susan blurted out, giving James the information he'd asked for and
proving that she and Sharon had switched identities for the evening.
James stopped the tickling and stood up at the foot of the bed,
looking down at his twin captives as they fought for breath. Susan
and Sharon met his gaze then looked over at each other. Susan gave
a little shrug.
"Well, I was right," James said triumphantly, walking around to
Susan's side of the bed. Now that he knew who she was, Susan was
too ashamed to look up at him. Here she was, naked and tied to
the bed of a man she had just met a couple of hours ago. She
was terribly embarrassed, but she couldn't think of anywhere in
the world she would rather be. Her pussy was tingling.
"I'm glad to finally make your acquaintance, *Susan*," James said
to Susan, determined to humiliate her a little more. He began to
lightly rub her left nipple with his fingertips, and Susan couldn't
help but moan with lust despite herself. "Sharon was right -- you
two are just alike," James teased. Then he looked over at Sharon.
He didn't say anything, but Sharon could see in his eyes that he
would make her pay for trying to deceive him. She had known all
along that it was a gamble, but in a way, it was more exciting now
that James had forced them to surrender and admit defeat. James
had said the one who refused to confess would be punished for her
failure to submit. Sharon quivered slightly, both from the tickling
she had just endured and from anticipation of the punishment she was
to receive.
"Just to make sure I can tell you two apart in the future," James
went on, "I've prepared these little gifts." He opened the drawer
of his bedside table and pulled out two black leather collars. One
had a tag with "Sharon" inscribed on it, and the other's inscription
read "Susan." He put each collar on the appropriate twin and locked
them in place with two tiny padlocks. Sharon was once again awed by
how well James had prepared for their trick.
James stood up and paced around the perimeter of the bed as he said,
"Now, remember how I said that the one who refused to confess would
be punished and how the one who gave in first would be spared? Well,
I've been thinking it over, and I've decided that it would be more
appropriate for the one who held out the longest to be spared. The
one who failed to endure should be punished. This makes more sense
to me, especially since the one who gave in betrayed her sister by
condemning her to the punishment, as things stood at the time. I've
decided it would be better to punish treachery, not loyalty, don't
you agree?"
Susan realized this meant *she* would receive the punishment, not
Sharon. For a second, neither twin spoke, then Susan started to
protest with, "But you ..." Then she stopped, remembering Sharon's
description of how James responded to contention. Plus, wouldn't
the punishment be what she had gone there for in the first place?
She was already more excited and aroused than ever. She longed
for more.
"You don't see things my way, Susan?" James asked. "Too bad, but
you better get used to it. This is not a democracy. Anyway, as I
was saying, it'd be better to punish treachery, not loyalty. Still,
you were both treacherous tonight with your little switch-places
trick, weren't you? Hmmm, I'll have to see if we can find a way to
work all this out." With that, James retrieved a blindfold and put
it over Susan's eyes, depriving her of all sight. Then he released
Sharon from her bonds, cuffed her hands behind her back, and led her
out of the bedroom, closing the door on the way out.
In the living room, Sharon wouldn't look up at James. She'd been
caught, and she couldn't bear to face him. James stood her in the
middle of the floor then sat down on the couch. Sharon looked down
at her bare feet. James said, "Well, thought you could slip one by
me, huh?"
Sharon didn't want to reply, but she remembered how James reacted
the last time she didn't answer. "Yes," she said meekly.
"Thought you'd have some fun at my expense. Why?" he asked.
"It made it easier for Susan," Sharon explained. "She wanted to
be here all along, but she couldn't ... she was too shy, too
embarrassed. But if she could play me, make you think she was me,
it would be so much easier for her to go along with things, don't
you see?" she asked.
"And that's it?" James responded. "That's the only reason you made
the switch? That can't be all there is to it. If it were that
simple, you would've let me know about it in advance, because you
know better than to keep me in the dark. No, you wanted to trick
me, whether Susan needed it or not, didn't you?"
Sharon couldn't answer. She just bowed her head and said nothing.
"Ah, I see," James went on. "Well, okay, it was pretty good. You
two pulled it off well. I wasn't sure who was who. It was mostly
my suspicious nature that made me think of a switch. Actually, I
think I would've been disappointed if you hadn't tried it." With
that, he got up and kissed her passionately, and Sharon felt like
melting. She was glad and relieved to know James was pleased with
her.
"But now, to business," said James. "We've still got your sister
in there to attend to. Trouble is, you both deserve punishment.
How are we going to manage that?"
Sharon thought, but could only come up with a weak "I don't know."
"Ha. It's okay, dear, I've already got an idea," James said.
"You're going to administer Susan's punishment."
Sharon was stunned. "Me?" she exclaimed. "But I ... I mean, I,
me? How ...?"
"Don't worry. I'll help you, in one way or another," James
explained. This did little to calm Sharon.
"You want me to punish Susan? But she's my sister. How can
I ..." Sharon started, but James interrupted.
"Now Sharon, I think I'm being about as understanding with you and
your sister as I can be, all things considered. You don't want to
try my patience any further, do you?" he asked.
Sharon immediately bowed her head again and replied, "No, sir."
"Good," James continued. "Now here's what we're going to do.
First, we're going to keep Susan blindfolded the whole time, and
we won't let her know who's doing what. For all she'll know, I'll
be doing everything. But, I'm going to give her to you for a while.
Remember, the whole time, she'll think you're me. I'll even do all
the talking. We can leave her on the bed or put her in another
position if you want."
Sharon listened intently as James went on. The thought of being
made to punish Susan confused her at first, but it was getting
more exciting as James described it. "You'll have to apply several
minor punishments, like clothespins, nipple clamps, whatever you
like," he continued. "Eventually, though, we're going to bring her
out here and tie her arms over her head and put the spreader bar
between her ankles, the way you were last week. After that, the
real punishment will begin. Remember the cat o' nine tails you
bought a couple of weeks ago? I picked up another one this week.
You're going to use one on Susan."
Sharon started to protest again, but the steely look James gave
her kept her quiet. He continued, "Yes, Sharon, you're going to
use the cat on your sister. And I'll be there to make sure you do
it right, because I'll be using the other one on you. The harder
you whip Susan, the less you'll be whipped. But, if the strokes
you give her aren't hard enough to suit me, the ones I give you
will be. Understand?"
Sharon realized the dilemma she was about to be in. Once again,
James had come up with an ingenius plan. It was a little scary that
she'd have to whip Susan, but she could not ignore the arousal she
felt at the prospect. She was still taking it all in when James
said, "Come on, let's get to work."
.. to be continued.
(Written in February 1993)
Bondage Twins, part 6
(Last time, James decided it would be up to Sharon to administer
Susan's punishment.)
Susan waited. After James had put the blindfold over her eyes,
she'd felt him untie Sharon, and then it seemed James and Sharon
had left the room. Now and then, Susan thought she could hear
their voices in the next room, but she couldn't understand what
was being said. She tested her bonds again, but she knew they
were fast. She was helpless, and while this was the bondage
fantasy she'd been dreaming of for years, she was a bit nervous
nonetheless.
Longing to be a sex slave and actually becoming one were two
different things, she decided. Everything was safe in fantasy.
Now she was actually subject to whatever whim, for better or
worse, that James might have. It was scary, but that was part
of the excitement, part of the arousal she was experiencing.
Besides, her sister, Sharon, was there to watch out for her,
wasn't she?
How long were they going to leave her like this? If only they'd
come back. She wanted to be touched, and her desire was growing.
What were they doing? Planning her punishment? Was Sharon going
to be in on it?
Then she heard the bedroom door open, and it sounded like someone
stepped into the room. She turned her head, trying to pick up any
sound she could, but she heard nothing. She waited. She squirmed
in her bonds a little from impatience. Surely someone was there.
"Hel-hello?" she said tentatively. Her anticipation was overcoming
her reserve.
James reached down and pinched Susan's left nipple, hard. "Ouch!"
she exclaimed and tried to pull away.
"If you're smart, from now on you won't speak unless you're spoken
to," James said. "Nod your head if you understand and agree," he
continued, giving Susan a chance to call everything off. She
hesitated for a second. Should she continue? There was really
no question. She nodded her head slowly. "Good," he replied.
"In that case, I believe you have a punishment coming your way."
Next Susan felt something at her mouth. She parted her lips, and a
ball gag was inserted and attached behind her head. Now she really
felt vulnerable, but it was okay. Sharon was there. Wasn't she?
Her ankles were being released. Was James moving her? No, he was
only spreading her legs open wide. She had to fight the urge to
pull them closed again. The shame she had felt when James first
discovered her true identity returned. Her ankles were reattached
to the footboard about three feet apart. It was bad enough to be
naked in front of this man she hardly knew, but to have her legs
spread so wide and her sex so wantonly exposed was very humiliating.
Even so, she could not deny how exciting it was. She wanted it.
"You do seem to be 'interested' in something, Susan," James said
as he slid his fingers through her wet slit. She let out a brief,
low moan around the gag. "It seems everytime I turn around, I find
another similarity between you and your sister."
Sharon watched James tease Susan and found herself becoming more and
more aroused. Watching Susan get the treatment was almost as exciting
as experiencing it herself.
"Let's see if we can find any others," continued James as he freed
Sharon's hands from behind her back. He pulled up a chair and sat
down. When he gestured toward Susan, Sharon knew it was time for
her to take over. She'd been thinking about what to do ever since
James told her she'd be the one to punish Susan. She knew what to
do, but she was still a bit reluctant to do it to her sister.
Sharon hesitated momentarily until she could almost feel James'
expectant gaze upon her. Then she retrieved the box of bondage gear
and put it within easy reach of the bed. Sharon and Susan had never
played any such games with each other as adults. Now Sharon was
forced to overcome her difficulties with the concept, and she had
to admit to herself that she was getting excited with the prospect.
She knew how she would start.
James watched as Sharon began stroking Susan's legs. She paid
particular attention to Susan's thighs, with long, slow strokes
from Susan's knees up to near her essence, but always stopping
short. Sharon remembered how this treatment had always driven
her crazy with desire when James performed it on her. It was
apparent Susan was reacting the same way when she let out a soft
moan.
Sharon then began stroking Susan's belly and chest, making
circles around her breasts, but always avoiding the nipples.
Susan's breath was coming quicker and she began to arch her
back, raising her breasts higher in attempt to make contact on
her nips. Just as Susan was getting really hot, Sharon applied
a set of clamps to Susan's nipples.
The pain caused Susan to jerk at her bonds and yelp into the gag.
"Susan, I hope that will remind you -- this is a punishment, not
a joy ride," James offered. Sharon added a few light tugs to the
chrome chain between the clamps, and Susan grunted again. Then
Sharon decided to let Susan contemplate things for a minute or two.
Sharon went to James and sat on his lap. She was no longer surprised
at just how aroused she had become from teasing and tormenting Susan.
And she could feel James' arousal through his trousers. She knelt
down in front of him and freed his cock from its confines and began
to kiss and lick it. She loved sucking his cock. James let her
continue for a while before he stopped her. He pointed at Susan,
signaling Sharon to get back to work. But she wondered what to do
next.
James noticed her hesitation, and opened the drawer of his bedside
table. Sharon watched as he pulled out a candle and a cigarette
lighter. Sharon's eyes lit up. She had read about candle wax in
a book she'd bought at the adult book store, and had wanted ever
since to try it out. Of course, she'd figured to be on the receiving
end, but she now found herself more than willing to try it out on
Susan. She took the candle and James lit it. The wax quickly melted
enough to begin dripping down the side, and she approached Susan.
Sharon stood over her sister. Susan lay mostly still, turning her
head now and then for any sound she might pick up. Sharon was still
awed at how beautiful Susan was in bondage. She held the candle
over Susan's belly, and when the hot wax began to fall, Susan was
no longer mostly still. She jerked around and grunted, yelped, and
groaned into the gag. Sharon showed no mercy, however. She kept
on dripping hot wax on Susan's stomach, into her navel, on her
thighs, her pelvis, and her breasts. With each drop, Susan let
out a muffled protest, but Sharon was sure she could detect the
lust in Susan's voice, muffled or not. Susan's glistening pussy
was also a good indicator, and of course, Sharon felt the tingle
in her own. Sharon wondered if she should make a direct hit on
Susan's pussy. Perhaps it would hurt too much. Then she thought
about how she would feel if she were in Susan's place, and she
knew she'd want more.
When Sharon began dripping the melted wax on Susan's pussy lips,
Susan let out a scream and jerked around more than ever, but
Sharon could still hear Susan's desire nonetheless. Sharon
continued to concentrate on Susan's pussy until it was nearly
covered with wax. And from Susan's reaction, Sharon could tell
that her sister was near orgasm. So naturally, she stopped the
wax treatment.
Sharon sat back down on James' lap as they watched Susan continue
to wriggle and moan for a little while, trying to will herself to
orgasm, but to no avail. And, Sharon could no longer control her
own desire. She began to stroke her pussy, but James caught her
and pulled her hands away. Sharon looked at James and stuck out
her lower lip in hopes that a pout would win his sympathy, but she
knew better. Then James got a look on his face like a light bulb
had just lit up above his head.
He slapped Sharon on her hip, and she jumped up from his lap. He
went to the box, got two lengths of rope, and approached Susan.
"In a moment, Susan," he said, "I'm going to untie your hands from
the headboard. You'll be free to move them around if you want, up
to a point, anyway." Sharon watched curiously as he tied one of
the ropes to the footboard between Susan's ankles and ran it up
to her belly. Then he tied the other rope between a ring on
Susan's collar and the headboard, to keep her from being able
to move around after he freed her hands. Next he looked around
and pointed to the ball of string in the box. Sharon retrieved
it for him, and he cut a short length of it off.
"You are to keep your hands still until I say you can move them,
understand?" he asked Susan. She nodded her head. He untied her
wrist cuffs from the headboard and placed her hands on her belly
with her fingers a few inches from her pussy. He then took the
rope running from the footboard and tied it to her wrist cuffs.
This kept her from being able to reach her breasts with her hands.
Finally, he tied one end of the short string to her wrist cuffs
and the other end to the chrome chain running between her nipple
clamps. Now, if she tried to move her hands down, the clamps
would painfully pull on her nipples. Sharon finally understood
the point. If Susan tried to reach her pussy to get herself off,
which she was certain to do, she would have to stretch her nipples
to do it. James was once again showing his sadistic streak.
He stood back to look over his work. Satisfied with it, he said,
"All right, Susan. You're free." Sharon sat down on the edge of
the bed, and she and James watched as Susan tentatively moved her
fingers first, exploring their immediate area. She felt the rope
which ran to the footboard. Next she tried to reach her breasts
to remove the nipple clamps, but the rope wouldn't allow it. And
she couldn't move her body any further down on the bed because of
the rope which tied her collar to the headboard. Susan hesitated
then. She wanted to reach for her pussy, to relieve the sexual
tension which had built up inside her. But, how humiliating it
would be to masturbate in front of James and Sharon. Actually,
she decided Sharon wouldn't be so bad, but she didn't dare in
front of James.
After a few moments, James tired of waiting, and he could see
Susan would need some incentive. So he began stroking her inner
thighs and all around her pussy. Susan moaned and began moving
her hips. James then began pulling the now-solid wax from her
pussy lips, and Susan moaned louder. He was driving her crazy
with lust. He continued stroking her pussy, but he carefully
avoided her clit. She raised her hips trying to force contact
on her clit, but James wouldn't let it happen.
Sharon watched her sister being mercilessly tormented, and felt
her own desire growing stronger still. Despite James' prohibition,
she began to stroke her own pussy once again while she continued
watching the scene on the bed.
Susan was now arching her back and almost bucking her hips as
James continued his stimulation. Finally, she could stand it
no longer and could not resist the urge to get herself off,
James or no James. She reached her hands down toward her pussy,
but gasped and pulled them back up when the string caused the
clamps to bite and stretch her nips. James watched but continued
stroking her thighs and her pussy lips. Susan hesitated, but then
tried again to reach her pussy. The clamps once again stretched
her nipples, and Susan groaned from the pain, but kept reaching.
Her nipples stretched even further, causing her to grimace and
gasp, but she was just millimeters from her clit. Her nipples
felt like they were on fire. James had stopped his stroking
and was watching her efforts with fascination. Sharon, however,
had *not* stopped *her* stroking as she watched her sister
struggle.
Finally Susan reached her clit with her fingertips. Her nips
burned fiercely, but she went to work on her clit regardless.
The motions of her hands put additional tension on her nipples,
but she continued rubbing. Soon her breath quickened and her
hips gyrated and she moaned loudly as her orgasm grew. At the
same time, Sharon's breath quickened and she began moaning as
she felt her own orgasm begin welling up. Then wave after wave
of pleasure washed over them both as they reached climax. James'
attention went from one of them to the other as he experienced a
rare treat by watching two beautiful women orgasm at the same
time.
After it was over, Susan returned her hands to her belly to
relieve the pain in her nipples, and both twins lay there
catching their breath as they recovered. Soon Sharon remembered
the unfinished job she'd begun on James earlier, and she crawled
over Susan's legs to get back into position to finish. She
started going down on James' cock in earnest, and James, now
sufficiently worked up from the display he'd just witnessed,
let her finish this time. Sharon had become quite adept at
cocksucking, taking him all in with slow strokes as the head
of his cock pressed against the back of her throat, and then
occasionally concentrating on just the head itself. All the
while, her fingers stroked his balls lightly. Susan could
hear what was going on and wished she could be the one to
get James off. Sharon continued working, and finally James
let out a low moan and deposited his seed in Sharon's mouth
as she swallowed it happily.
All three just lay there on the bed for a few minutes before
James stood up, pulled his trousers back up, and said, "I'd
say that was pretty good for phase one. But now the real
punishment begins, and aside from the punishment you both
deserve for trying to deceive me, now you've both committed
further crimes by coming without permission." The twins
listened attentively as James laid down the law. "We'll
just have to make your punishment a little more severe to
compensate for that, won't we?" They both nodded.
"Good," was James' reply as he released Susan's wrist cuffs,
ankle cuffs, and collar from their ropes. When he removed
her nipple clamps, Susan grunted from the temporary increase
in pain. He stood back and said, "Off the bed, both of you."
They stood and then James took Susan by the hand since she was
still blindfolded. He said, "Sharon, bring the box and the
spreader bar out into the living room."
James stood Susan in the middle of the living room and he
removed her ball gag. She opened and closed her jaws trying
to work out the ache. Then James went to the kitchen and
returned with a glass of water. Sharon was now in the living
room with the stuff he told her to bring. James gave them both
a drink from the glass to help them recover from the most recent
ordeal. Then James attached the spreader bar between Susan's
ankle cuffs, keeping them about three feet apart. Next he
secured Susan's wrist cuffs to the chain hanging from the eye
bolt he had screwed into a ceiling stud, putting her in the
same position Sharon had been in the week before. Susan felt
even more vulnerable and available now than she had in the
bedroom. Finally, he reinserted Susan's ball gag. Sharon
watched with trepidation, knowing she was about to have to
apply the whip to her sister. "At least she won't know it's
me who's whipping her," Sharon thought.
James said, "Susan, remember the cat o' nine tails Sharon bought
not long ago? It's going to be the instrument of your punishment
tonight." Susan almost seemed to tremble when she heard him.
"Don't worry -- you won't get more than you deserve, but you
certainly won't get less, either." With that, he handed one of
the cats to Sharon. Sharon looked at it, and even though she
was reluctant to use it, the thought of using it began to excite
her again.
"But I want you to see what you're getting," James said, and he
removed Susan's blindfold. Sharon experienced a sudden sense of
anxiety at the thought of Susan being able to see who would be
whipping her. As Susan began to look around, her eyes grew wide
when she saw Sharon with the whip in her hand. Susan had been
sure James would be the one to whip her, and the thought that it
might be Sharon hadn't even crossed her mind. Their eyes met,
and Sharon suddenly felt like there was no way she could punish
Susan so cruelly. They could almost read each other's mind --
Sharon could detect Susan's fear, and Susan detected Sharon's
ambivalence. But, they were also aware of the excitement they
were both feeling. Still, Susan had an almost puppy-dog look in
her eyes, and Sharon couldn't bring herself to raise the whip.
James picked up the other cat and said, "Here are the rules,
Susan. It's Sharon's job to punish you with the whip, but I'm
not all that confident in her willingness to get the job done.
So to help her along, I'll be using this whip on her occasionally.
The harder she whips you, the less she gets whipped. And I know
you'll both appreciate these terms as we go. Now, it's time to
get started."
.. to be continued.
Written in March 1993.
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