Chapter 11 - A Sister Sandwich
The girls might have been satiated after their ride but Karen and I were as
horny as hell. We decided to look after that problem and then enjoy a good
night's sleep.
One of our huge king size beds was just about big enough for what we had in
mind. We started by strapping their arms in a wrist to elbow position and
pulling leather pouches over them. More straps across the shoulders and between
their breasts then back to the pouches locked them in place. After what we had
done to them their arms were almost comfortable. We pulled their hair out of
the way into tight ponytails.
We spread a sensuously soft latex sheet on the bed and positioned the girls down
the center on their sides, back-to-back and head to toe. Both were wearing knee
high ballet boots and had threaded, hard rubber ring gags in their mouths. For
the moment rubber penis plugs were screwed in and filled each mouth.
Around their necks they wore 4" wide stiff leather posture collars; these had a
metal socket protruding from the nape at the back. We started with Susan. Into
the neck socket I screwed a T shaped piece of pipe. The cross pieces of the
unit were about 1' long and had cuffs at each end and these we locked around
Amy's ankles. Her legs were now held apart on either side of Susan's head. The
arms with the ankle cuffs were hinged and collapsible.
Lubing up one of our largest double butt plugs Karen worked it into Amy's
rosebud and then held Susan's feet while I guided the other end into her ass.
When both halves were fully buried Susan's ankles were locked into the cuffs on
the T unit at Amy's neck. Tight straps around their upper thighs and waists
held them buttock-to-buttock and strong cord from each metal unit, in Susan's
case to the foot of the bed, and Amy's to the top finished their restraints.
The only other things on their bodies were tight 1" straps around the base of
each breast. These would increase the sensitivity of the bulging orbs.
Leaving them to wonder and our own anticipation to grow, Karen and I went
through to the living room and poured drinks. When those were finished it was
first shower time and then bedtime! Completely naked except for satin robes we
met again in the bedroom and helped each other to work one end of double
strap-ons in our pussies; and tighten the holding belts.
We set out satin pillows near the girls faces and a couple more of the latex
sheets within easy reach then; turning the light down to a soft glow we went to
bed.
Susan was mine and I snuggled up to her as I gradually forced the strap-on in
her waiting orifice. Now I removed her mouth plug leaving the ring gag in
place. I could feel the movements as Karen did the same with Amy and asked if
she was ready. Getting an "Oh God yes!" back I reached between our captive's
buttocks and switched on the butt plugs. Now down to my own groin and did the
same with the vibrating strap-on dildos. Karen groaned as she followed suit.
I pushed my tongue in Susan's mouth and started a prolonged French kiss while my
hands caressed her breasts and nipples. After a while as things started to
build I stopped just long enough to say to Karen "Now!" We both reached an arm
out to the T units holding their ankles apart and released the spring-loaded
arms. This snapped their legs together increasing the effects of the toys
embedded so deeply inside them. I pulled one of the sheets across the middle of
the four of us then settled back and let nature take its course.
After my third orgasm I had just enough strength left to screw in Susan's mouth
plug and then let myself drift. By the time the batteries died I was fast
asleep.
What a great "Sister Sandwich!" We would do it often.
Chapter 12 - Getting to the Point!
Susan and Amy were facing about as much distress as the human body could stand
without actual injury. Karen and I were working on them at the same time rather
than finish one girl's outfit before starting on her sister. That system was
good if we wanted one to watch and anticipate what was going to happen to them
next but we decided to let them find out together what was in store.
Temporary ball gags stifled their moans as we forced their arms up between their
shoulder blades. As usual, each arm had been tightly gloved in kid leather then
the hands covered with disposable plastic gloves and the fingers taped together.
Pointed leather mitts laced over each hand to the wrist.
Their upper bodies were in leather jackets with built in corsets that laced down
the back and had two-inch openings in each bra cup allowing their nipples and
the top of their breasts to bulge through. We hooked the rings on the ends of
the mitts into small snap hooks on the straps at the back of their necks. The
straps crossed the shoulders and met in front before going down between their
breasts and attaching to the waist belt of the corset.
Working together we pulled to tighten straps across their bent arms until the
elbows met in the small of the back. This forced their chests out and we
knotted the laces threaded through eyelets at the base of each bra cup to
further trap the four swollen mammary glands.
We had attached metal brackets to the sides at the middle of the table and they
were joined across the width of the table by a 1" diameter rubber covered bar
whose height was adjustable. The sisters were positioned on their knees facing
each other at opposite ends of the table, their knees wide apart and strapped to
the sides. Further restraints held their ankles.
One at a time we removed the temporary gags and forced each girl to bend at the
waist and bite down on the bar. With the bar clenched between their teeth
straps from it went around their heads, now side by side, and held them in
place. We adjusted the height of the bar until they were looking straight
ahead. Their rear ends were readily accessible to us at the ends of the table
and they could see what happened to each other. They would also feel it
happening to them at the same time.
Each working on one of the sisters we started with chrome plated anus spreader
rings. There were no sharp edges on the instruments; with a little lubrication
and firm pressure, they went in. Each had a hollow cone that tapered down to a
1 1/2" diameter at its deepest penetration while the ring itself stretched the
lips of their rosebuds to the maximum. Unable to stop the intrusion Susan and
Amy made it known despite the gag bar that they were not enjoying themselves.
With the spreaders in place we used thin leather thongs to lace the pierced lips
of their assholes to the small openings around the circumference of the chrome
inserts.
Our largest remote control butt plugs then slid through the top opening of the
spreaders, down through the metal cones and deep into their hind ends. Metal
clasps on the rim of the chrome inserts snapped down over the ends of the plugs
and locked in place.
Now we adjusted the girls on the table until they were kneeling facing each end
and bent over backwards. Forcing their heads under the bar we again made them
clamp their jaws on it, this time face up, and used the straps around their
heads to hold them in place. Now their freshly shaved vaginas received our
attention.
The vaginal inserts were also chrome but larger and oval in shape. Working
slowly and methodically at each end of the table Karen and I eased them into
place until the orifices were spread wide open. Like the back ones we laced
them to the holes in the lips of our captives' vaginas.
There was a small round extension at the top of each spreader and we carefully
fitted each pierced clitoris through the opening and used small gold rings
through the tips to keep them from retreating.
The largest dildos in our collection slid into the openings and filled the
cavities to their full depth. This invasion also did not go well with the two
helpless girls.
Removing them from the gag bar and replacing the temporary gags allowed Susan
and Amy to be pulled up into a kneeling position so we could attach narrow,
curved chrome strips to the hinge pins at the top of each vaginal spreader. As
we fitted them between their legs the rings in their clits came through a narrow
slot and the other ends of the strips attached to the top rim of the anus
spreaders, locking into place with small pins.
Short leather straps back and front attached the chrome strip to the waist belt
of their corsets and the girls had on the ultimate in chastity belts. Just the
tips of their clits, held in place by the gold rings, were accessible.
Lifting them off the table to the floor and laying them on their backs Karen
continued with Susan's outfit while I did Amy's. Skintight kid toreador pants
followed the usual latex panties. Flipping the girls on their stomachs we
laced the pant legs very tightly from knee to ankle. Stirrup straps under the
insteps and toe loops kept the leather taught.
Even though their legs were not yet restrained the acute helplessness of their
upper torsos kept them docile. The chrome chastity belts and the huge plugs
they held inside the girl's cavities were a further reason that negated any
struggles.
The leather crotch straps were almost just decorative considering what was
already in place but we pulled them as tight as they would go before strapping
Susan and Amy's legs together at thigh, knee and ankle. The single leg boots
were en point and took a great deal of effort to force over their feet.
Each kneeling across one of the girls, facing their feet, Karen and I worked
side by side to lace up the thigh high boots until they molded to our captive's
legs. Their insteps were forced in incredible arcs accented by the gleaming
black leather.
The bonds on them were so tight that as we lifted each girl to her feet there
was hardly any bend to their bodies. We stood them back to back, balancing on
the points of the boots, held upright by very short chains from their belts to
the waist high metal poles they were positioned between. To further stiffen the
arrangement we used several roller buckle straps around both forms. Ankles,
knees, thighs, waists and just above their bulging breasts the straps locked
them together.
Even though Karen and I were both wearing knee boots with substantial heels we
needed to stand on low stools to work properly on the sisters from their necks
up. Other than the tops of their breasts bulging through the bra cup openings,
their heads were the only part of them not encased in tight kid leather bondage.
The temporary gags still in place we pushed tiny balls of cotton wool, soaked in
light oil, deeply into their ears. Plugs then went in and filled the rest of
the ear channel. No sound would now penetrate - yet one more step towards
complete helplessness. Their glossy black hair was tucked into tight, heavy
rubber swim caps and the straps pulled under their chins to fastened under the
left ear.
I inserted a metal brace between Susan's teeth behind the ball gag and turned
the screw on it until her jaws were forced wide apart. The ball popped out as I
did this and Karen was ready with the padded tongs to get a hold of the girl's
tongue. Working carefully I installed three small gold rings through the holes
pierced at each side and the tip. Using lightweight fishing line and a pair of
tweezers I threaded it through the left side ring and then around one of her
lower teeth and tied it off. The other side and the tip got the same treatment.
Leaving her for the time being we got Amy along to the same stage and then Karen
continued with her while I returned to Susan.
We packed their mouths with soft leather pears and then removed the braces
holding their jaws apart. Using the holes drilled in their front teeth several
turns of the fishing line closed their mouths over the packing. A thin strip of
leather then went in their mouths between the cheeks and teeth and more fishing
line, threaded through blunt needles, laced their lips together.
Two or three turns of tape around their heads and smoothed across the mouth
finished that part of the gagging process and the tears flowed freely down their
cheeks. Hollow inserts screwed up into the four nostrils allowing the girls to
breathe no matter how tight the rest of their head bondage became.
The soft black leather discipline helmets molded to their faces with just
eyeholes and small opening under the noses. As we each laced one down the back
of their heads we took care to make sure there were no creases. When we had
laced the necks of the helmets to the jacket collars we buckled on wide leather
neckbands so that the large oblong clasps of the buckles were under their chins
like a posture collar.
Kid gag straps pulled snugly around each head and then their heads were held
tightly together with a padlock through D rings under Susan's right ear and
Amy's left. Large gold rings were fed through the nostril holes of the helmet
and their pierced septums
But we let them just hang resting against the top of the gagged mouths for now.
Using blunt needles and long pieces of leather thong we started to connect the
eyelets around the opening in the bra cups. The leather was pinched tightly
into the flesh of their swollen glands but the blunt needles allowed us to
gradually crisscross each breast, avoiding the nipples until we had a mesh of
tight leather embedded in their flesh.
Gold rings went through their pierced nipples and were then pulled through small
clamps that tightened on the jutting points. We were almost done with our
bondage sisters but now provided a final accent to their dilemma. Using a small
link gold chain we fed it through their nose rings and then down to the nipple
rings.
Gold painted fishing sinkers were hung from each of the nipple rings. The
buckles under their chins and the padlock holding their heads side by side kept
them from easing the strain on the chains. Only their shining eyes could move
along with the gentle rise and fall of the leather stretched across their
chests. We tested the inserts and watched as their eyes went wide but their
bodies could not react.
We estimated it would be less than an hour before, their weight being completely
focused on the ends of their boots, they would be getting to the painful
"point" of this setup.
After all the trouble we had taken, we left them as they were for two hours!
Chapter 13 - Birthday Bonds
We had settled our girls for the night after another exhausting, for them, day
of bondage fun. As always they were severely restrained but in such a manner
that they should be able to get some rest. Karen and I had decided to have a
couple of drinks and discuss our plans for tomorrow.
It was our birthday and since, as identical twins, we had usually received
identical gifts it was now our habit to try and surprise each other with
something different.
Karen really got me this time; I don't remember anything after the second drink.
When I woke up my head was clear but my mouth was full of a leather gag and my
arms and legs strapped to the edges of the table. The end of the table was
tilted up so I was able to see the whole of the room and immediately realized
what was in store for me.
Susan and Amy were standing side by side looking at me with a grinning Karen
behind them. They were both in one piece kid leather body suits, laced high
heeled boots and heavy waist belts. Karen must have been working on them for
some time because they were obviously severely gagged and had their heads laced
into gleaming leather discipline helmets with straps buckled over their mouths.
Their gloved hands seemed free until I saw the metal cuff on each wrist. Light
chains ran from each cuff to metal rings on each side of the waist belts then
down between their legs. I watched as Karen attached the ends of the chains to
a snap hook on the rope to the ceiling pulley. Now I knew how she could control
them. One flick of the pulley switch in her hand would snap their wrists in
against the belts making them completely helpless.
Their ankles were hobbled with short chains.
Laughing, Karen wished me a happy birthday and said she hoped I would enjoy my
gift. She tapped each captive girl on the cheek to get their attention,
gestured around the room at the bondage equipment and closets packed with
leather clothing, then pointed at me and waved them forward.
They didn't need a moment to think about the offer and their eyes gleamed above
the tight gag straps. The chains to the cuffs were long enough for them to have
full use of their arms and the ankle hobbles did not restrain them much more
than the incredibly high heels on the boots.
Karen and I watched as they moved around the room picking out the bondage
equipment they intended to use. After spending so much time in the most severe
bondage we could think of they proceeded to get their own back and I was about
to be plugged, strapped, laced, belted and birthday bound in leather until they
could think of nothing more to do to me. So I thought!
At least Karen had remembered to remove the piercing equipment from the room and
I was confident that she would watch very carefully what went on. Before we had
requisitioned our two captives we had only ourselves to practice our hobby on so
we each knew exactly the limits of the other as well as what turned us each on
and off.
They had certainly learned their lessons well, they worked on one of my limbs at
a time and made sure the other three were securely fastened to something. In
this manner they soon had my arms in elbow length kid gloves, fingers taped
together and then my hands encased in a pair of pointed leather mitts with small
metal rings at the fingertips.
The leather jacket with the built in corset laced down the back and, as they
then forced my arms up between my shoulder blades, my breasts were partially
crushed as they tried to bulge through the holes in the bra cups like toothpaste
out of a tube but the holes were too small.
The rings at the fingertips were hooked to a strap running around my neck and
down to the waist belt and then with obvious glee, they both leaned all their
weight on a strap that pulled my elbows together until they touched in the small
of my back.
The strain was quite uncomfortable because, since we had been working on Susan
and Amy for the last few weeks, we had not been using the bondage equipment on
each other and my muscles had tightened up. I was helpless to resist as they
turned me on my back, strapped me back down to the table and forced my feet into
the metal stirrups. They tied my legs to the stirrup arms at the ankle and just
below my knees.
The butt plug that Amy none to gently rammed into me could definitely have used
a lot more lubricant and they knew it. Susan selected a large leather dildo
and, as she pushed it in, I was lucky that my body was responding with enough
natural fluid to let it slide inside with little pain.
Working as a team they released my legs one at a time and soon had me in tight
latex panties and a pair of the skintight leather toreador pants we had so often
used on them. Amy had a vicious look in her eyes as she tightened the crotch
strap and fixed it to my belt. The inserts would certainly not be moving while
that was in place.
The single leg boot caused them just as much trouble to get on me as it did for
us but, once they had bound my legs and got my feet in the shoe of the boot,
they really pulled on the laces to get the edges to meet neatly. My insteps
felt the familiar pain of being strained to the limit by the height of the
heels.
Now they had me completely encased in leather except for the top of my breasts
and my head; they didn't waste time getting to that. They removed the strap
from around my head but left the gag in my mouth as they each forced in one of
the earplugs and then Susan pulled a rubber cap over my head and tucked in the
rest of my hair.
Amy was ready with the roll of tape and wound it tightly around my head and over
the gag in my mouth. They didn't even offer me a glass of water first and I
hoped Karen was keeping a sharp eye on them.
They selected a beautiful armless leather dress from the closet and slid it up
my body until it settled over my shoulders with my arms in the fitted pocket
designed into the back. They did the front closing up to just above my waist
and then really tightened the wide belt.
From the corner they dragged over a heavy straight-backed chair and, lifting
together, they moved me on to the seat then tied my booted feet back against the
front chair rung. They used the buckles on either side of my belt to pull me
tight against the chair back. The back did not have any cross pieces so I was
able to sit upright in spite of my bound arms.
Amy held my head still while Susan pushed in the rigid leather nostril inserts
and then the two girls fitted a leather helmet over my head and moved behind me
to lace it tightly down the back. With the helmet done up and the collar laced
to the top of the corset they did up the rest of the dress. Amy held a gag
strap over my mouth while Susan pulled it tight and buckled it at the back. A
strap around my upper chest held me tight against the uprights of the chair back
and I hoped they were about done.
Then Amy made her move. Standing in front of the chair with her back to Karen
she made as if to smooth the leather encasing my face but in actual fact moved
her gloved thumbs over the openings at my nostrils. Unfortunately for Amy,
Karen and I had always had a "Condition Red" signal to use if we were really in
trouble and I used it now. With the air left in my lungs I squealed deep in my
throat.
At the first sound the two girls were yanked back and almost off their feet and
I could breathe again.
Chapter 14 - Birthday Bonds Part 2
Amy and Susan were held helpless with their wrists tight against their belts.
The chain between their legs and connected to the ceiling pulley forced them up
on tip toe with nothing to do but await punishment.
Karen came over and looked into my eyes. Since I could neither hear nor speak
she just raised her eyebrows in question and I, having recovered my breath,
winked back at her. To my surprise she then disappeared behind me and I felt
her tightening every strap holding me.
There was not much give as the two girls had used all their strength on my
bondage. Karen came in sight again smiling and holding a small gift wrapped
package. Standing where I could see her she opened it and revealed a small
electric vibrator pad.
The skirt of the dress was very tight around my booted legs but she managed to
work the vibrator under it until it was resting against the crotch strap. Then
she forced it down under the edge of the double boot so it was firmly in place.
Straightening the skirt she fed the wire down to an extension cord beside the
chair and plugged it in. It was not turned on. The smile left her face as she
turned to the two helpless girls.
My sister obviously knew that it was Amy who had initiated the attack so she
left her for later and started with Susan. First she clamped the girl's wrists
together at the front of the belt then released just enough tension on the
ceiling pulley to allow her to force Susan into a sitting position on the floor.
Each booted ankle was strapped to floor rings about 2' apart then Karen sat on
the back of Susan's neck and forced her to bend forward until her head almost
touched the floor. Releasing one arm at a time Karen pulled them out, under
Susan's knees, at right angles to her body and tied the wrists to handy floor
rings.
She tightened the gag strap another notch and then untied the right ankle and
pulled the leg up and over the girl's back. Karen followed suit with the left
leg before taking a quick turn of cord around the crossed ankles to hold them in
position.
In another few moments my sister had twisted Susan's arms under each thigh and
behind her back. She lashed them together at the wrist. Now Susan was doubled
in half with her head between her legs but that position was soon to get worse.
Karen fixed a heavy strap with a large metal ring around the crossed ankles and
hooked the ring to the end of the ceiling pulley rope. Starting the motor
caused the girl to be hauled off the floor and by the time she was at waist
height her own weight was trying to straighten her legs. The back of her knees
pushing against the back of each shoulder increased the pressure bending her
body. Karen took any slack out of the bonds.
Held immobile as I was, Karen had thoughtfully arranged things so Susan's
leather covered gagged head, locked with her chin almost touching her buttocks,
was facing me as she hung suspended from the pulley. Only her eyes were
unrestrained and they didn't look too happy.
She was even more uncomfortable when Karen attached another strap to the one at
her crotch, ran it down to a floor ring and then took the pulley up another few
inches.
As the leather encased girl hung in her bonds I felt a sensation in my crotch
and realized that Karen had turned on the vibrator pad. Waves of feeling
traveled through my body from the effect of the pad on the butt plug and dildo.
Absolutely unable to move I concentrated on Susan in front of me as thing began
to build until the total effect of everything happening caused an explosion of
relief.
What a birthday present but it wasn't finished yet.
Now it was Amy's turn and, from the look on Karen's face, I didn't think she was
going to enjoy the next few hours.
The vibrator continued to run maintaining a beautiful level of sensations
throughout my body as I watched my sister punish Amy.
Unhooking the wrist chains she forced the girl face down on the floor and
proceeded to strap her arms up between her shoulder blades.
Taking a heavy upper body corset she fitted it from Amy's shoulders to waist and
used a metal levering tool to pull the edges together as she laced it closed
from top to bottom. So tight did she get the corset that the girl's breasts
were almost flattened and her upper body rigid. While I couldn't hear anything
I could see her nostrils working as she fought for air
Karen strapped Amy's legs together and then went to the bench for the packing
tape ratchet. Normally used by shippers the dispenser used 1/2" nylon tape.
Bending the legs at the knees Karen ran a loop of the tape around the girl's
ankles and upper thighs and started to squeeze the trigger on the machine. As
she worked the tape tightened and soon had the calves squashed tightly against
the thighs.
Karen flipped the switch that sealed the ends of the tape and cut it ready for
two or three more loops around the legs just to make sure. Now with Amy
positioned on her knees Karen pulled out a long length of the tape, ran it under
the bent legs and across the leather covered shoulders. As the trigger did its
work Amy's chest was drawn down until it was tight against her thighs.
She ran a couple more loops around the packaged girl and then let her roll on
her side. Two more long pieces across each shoulder and down her bent and
booted legs and Amy was an immobile package of leather.
From against the wall Karen wheeled a small, leather covered box into the center
of the room under one of the ceiling pulleys and hooked the chain from the
pulley under the straps that crossed Amy's body between the knees and the
shoulders. Starting the motor she raised the girl until she could slide the box
under her. The toes of the high heeled boots were level with Amy's buttocks and
as Karen lowered her into the box and pushed down on her shoulders she finally
rested on those points inside the box.
It was barely big enough to hold the girl but, with further pushing and shoving,
Karen got her all the way in until just her helmeted head was above the top
edge. The two piece top for the box had half circles cut in their inside edges
with raised 3" arcs. As Karen slid them in place they clamped together around
Amy's neck and the metal clasps snapped closed.
Tightening the girl's gag strap Karen ran another strap from one side of the
neck clamp, over the helmeted head to fasten at the other side. This strap had
a roller buckle in the middle at the top of the head and as I watched Karen
leaned her weight on the two ends to tighten it down. That should give her a
headache!
She stuck a bright bow on top of the helplessly held head - another present!
Karen then left the room and when she returned she had changed into street
clothes and was buttoning her full length leather coat. Pulling the belt tight
around her slim waist, she slipped on a pair of kid gloves before coming over to
me and stroking my leather encased cheek. Smiling down at me she went over to
where Susan dangled from the ceiling and gave her bonds another tug.
Amy's head got a last tap and then Karen was gone.
I estimated it was over two hours before she came back in the playroom and over
to me. The vibrator was shut off and she began to get me out of the bondage
outfit that the girls had strapped, laced and bound on so tightly.
I was very grateful that she started at my head and was finally able to pop the
gag out of my mouth and give me a long drink of water. That made things much
more comfortable while she worked on the rest of my body. I explained to her
what had happened with Amy and, as the last items came off and she helped me
towards the shower, she stopped in front of the leather encased, boxed and
helpless girl.
Karen handed me two solid plugs that I slowly pushed in the nostrils of the
helmeted head. It couldn't move but her eyes showed fear as her air was
completely cut off. After a timed one minute I removed the plugs allowing her
to breathe again and then went for a long, hot shower to recover from my
birthday surprise.
Karen was tidying up all the equipment when I came back in a pair of leather
slacks, supply kid shirt and high heeled boots. Susan's buttocks, covered in
taunt leather were irresistible. I picked up a thin riding crop covered in
braided leather from the wall rack and went over to where she hung by her booted
ankles.
The crop slashed across her ass cheeks a half dozen times and she moaned through
her gag at the stinging sensation caused as it hit the tight leather. Karen
watched with a smile as I got my revenge and then we slowly started to release
our captives from their bonds.
Working as a team it still took some time until we had them standing
back-to-back, naked and spread eagled, their wrists and ankles attached to the
sides and floor of the shower stall with plastic ties. Light raincoats
protected our leather outfits as we turned on the water and soaped them all over
using soft wash mitts.
After what they had been through there was no resistance and in half an hour we
had them tied hand and foot in chairs at the kitchen table. It was a very late
meal and we were all tired so afterwards Karen and I worked each girl, still
bound at the wrist and ankles, into a heavy leather body bag and laced them
closed to the neck.
Gags and blindfolds followed and then we laid them side by side on the bed, tied
their feet to the bottom rail and ran straps from the epaulet loops on each
shoulder of the body bags to the head board.
They were as comfortable as they were going to get for the rest of the night.
There was nothing wrong with my drink this time as Karen and I relaxed and
discussed how we were going to break Amy's spirit so we could really start
enjoying ourselves. The answer was something we agreed to try in the morning
after a good night's rest