Chapter 20 - "The Masterpiece."
Susan and Amy were completely immobilized. Laying on their backs strapped, side
by side to the table with their leather-sheathed arms belted and laced up
between their shoulder blades, their legs encased in ballet toed single leg
boots and crotch straps holding in the butt plugs and dildos.
Their heads were close together and clamped into separate leather padded vises.
Thin wire through the holes in their top front teeth ran to metal posts at the
end of the table behind their heads and from the lower teeth to D rings on the
waist belt of the heavily boned corsets. This kept their jaws stretched apart
just a little less than as far as they would go without dislocating. We had
used fishing line around their tongue studs and lower teeth to lace their
tongues to the bottom of their mouths.
Karen worked on Susan and I handled Amy as we installed rubber dental dams at
the back of their mouths. These had been purchased at a dental supply store and
were what dentists used to stop debris going down a patient's throat. We
painted their teeth and gums with a light vegetable oil and started packing in a
fast setting plastic mixture. It was quite amazing how much went in before
their mouths were full and we peeled back their lips to get a thick layer of the
mixture covering their teeth.
We left them breathing easily through their noses while the plastic setup.
Returning after half an hour we cut the wires and used pressure on their chins
to get their jaws to open wide enough for us to extract the moulds. The oil
coating had stopped the mixture from sticking. Removing the dams we left their
tongues wired to the bottom of their mouths, pushed in large ball gags and
strapped them in place. Opening the clamps of the vises we left the girls
strapped to the table and moved through to our workshop. The first thing we did
was scratch an A on Amy's and an S on Susan's so they would not get mixed up and
then we spent the best part of the afternoon smoothing any roughness or sharp
edges off the moulds, drilling large holes through the centers and, using a tap
drill, threaded the inside of the holes.
Impressions of tiny knots of wire we had used through their teeth allowed us to
line up the drill to punch small holes through the moulds and across the channel
made by their teeth; we threaded those as well!
We attached small D rings to each side of the moulds and, finally, used a
non-toxic paint on the outside - gold for Susan and silver for Amy.
After a light supper, that at least two of us enjoyed, we stood the girls side
by side and held them in place with tight straps at the waist to the horizontal
bar between two posts. It took a certain amount of pressure and manipulation
but we fitted the newly made moulds in their mouths and used long set screws in
the four small holes of each one. These went into the outer layer of the
moulds, through the holes in their teeth and continued on into the threads of
the holes behind their teeth.
In the larger center holes we pushed rubber penis shaped dildos that had a
threaded metal base. They were long enough to tickle the backs of our captives'
throats but not long enough to choke them; over the recent weeks and months at
our tender mercies their gag reflexes were by now almost non-existent.
The base of the mouth dildo had a ring clamp welded to it and when we attached
both clamps to a metal bar across their mouths their heads were locked side by
side with absolutely no movement possible. Straps through the D rings at the
sides of their mouths tightened at the backs of their heads and we had the most
efficient gags we had ever devised. As a test we attached nipple clamps and
found that a sharp twist only produced low gurgles from our lovely Asian
sisters.
The mouth moulds presented us with dozens of new bondage options and positions.
With various attachments we could easily manipulate their heads and lock them in
every conceivable pose. They spent the night flat on their backs on a double
mattress like a pair of leather covered Siamese twins. We left the bar between
the gagging mouth moulds and added three more joining them at waist, knee and
ankle. Kid leather blindfolds strapped snugly around their heads and then, for
fun, we clamped vibrator pads to their crotches.
Adjusting the pads to a low setting we turned them on and left our girls for a
frustrating night. The pads would continuously have a mild effect on the dildos
embedded in them but not enough to bring them anywhere near satisfaction.
First thing the next morning I adjusted the pad settings to maximum before
joining Karen for breakfast.
Stripping the exhausted captives of all their bonds except for plastic wrist
ties holding their hands behind their backs we changed the metal mouth bar for
two short plastic ones. They were soon finished with their toilet and standing
in the shower enclosure with the other ends of the plastic rods screwed into
sockets on the wall. Washing them was a breeze with their heads held so rigidly
still.
It was over three hours later, after we had fed them breakfast, that Karen was
setting up the camera to record our latest, and best yet, handiwork.
Susan and Amy were bent, stretched, laced, bound and locked into a hanging
leather covered heart shape. They were completely helpless and unrecognizable
except as leather clad female shapes.
Working in tandem on the girls we had started with neck to hip leather corsets
that allowed their nipples to protrude and then forced their gloved arms, with
the fingers taped and in leather mitts, up between their shoulder blades in a
muscle stretching reverse prayer. Straps across the elbows locked them in place
and we paid particular attention making sure the rings at the points of their
elbows were strongly attached.
Oversize butt plugs and dildos were followed in quick succession by latex
panties, skintight kid leather pants and very tight crotch straps attached to a
wide, reinforced bondage belt as did the rings at their elbows. The single leg,
heel less boots arched their feet in an incredible ballet en pointe
configuration and the boots had heavy boning at the knee to stop their legs from
bending.
After inserting earplugs we tucked their hair under tight rubber swim caps;
fitted hollow inserts in their nostrils and covered their eyes with soft leather
pads. Ignoring the usual whines and pleas we worked in the new moulded gags and
tightened the setscrews through their teeth. Gleaming black kid leather
discipline helmets, with small holes at the nostrils and larger ones over the
center of the gags, laced down the back of their heads and to the collar of the
corsets.
A head harness of leather straps held a heavy metal ring in place on top of
their heads.
Now we were ready to assemble out "heart".
Arranging them back-to-back on their sides we wired the toe rings of their boots
together and added a tightly laced, ankle length leather sheath. This created
the point of the heart. A metal pole fitted in to the sockets on the bondage
belts at the small of their backs and we adjusted its length to push them apart.
Doing Susan first we ran a piece of strong cord through the ring at the crown of
her head down to the center of the bar and pulled on it until from her locked
knees to her shoulders her spine was curved backwards and formed one "shoulder"
of the heart. Continuing the pressure, her head came down towards the bar and
when we finally tied off the cord her leather covered face was "looking" towards
her sister's back.
When we finished stretching Amy in the same way the girl's mouths were within
six inches of each other and we screwed in a rod to join the sockets of the gag
moulds.
Running another pole, with clamps at each end, between the two horizontal ones
effectively locked their bodies in position and we released the cords to the
crown of their heads.
Dropping a chain from the ceiling pulley we connected it to the center of the
rod between their gags and lifted them off the floor. The vertical rod meant
that their weight was being transferred to the bar between the bondage belts and
not the one at their mouths.
We had created a gleaming leather heart shape. Their nipples, bulging through
the leather at the "shoulders" of the heart, were the only part of them not
covered and we tied neat bright red leather bows around each one to finish the
effect.
As our lovely victims, completely helpless and unrecognizable, slowly swung
around we took several photographs and a long video record of the creation.
Valentine's Day was in a week or so and the photographs would be used to send
greetings to our bondage friends on the cyber network.
They would probably think that the models were Karen and I and wonder just how
the hell we had done it - only Susan and Amy knew the answer to that one!
Chapter 21 - It Never Rains But It Pours!
I was playing gentle tongue tag with Susan and gradually building towards yet
another explosive release. As we lay facing each other on my bed I chased her
studded tongue around behind the ring gag that kept her mouth wide open for me
and fondled her erect ring pierced nipples with one hand. My other arm was
under her neck holding her head close to me and the belt around our waists made
sure that the lower part of our bodies were snugly melded together.
I hoped Karen was having just as good a time in her own room with Amy.
The double vibrating dildo was buried inside us beautifully doing its job yet
again. Of course I was a lot more comfortable than Susan. The crotch strap
between our legs, in her case, also held in a very large, knobbed butt plug and
her arms were locked behind her in a tight leather arm binder. The thigh high,
heelless ballet boots were laced smoothly up her legs that, in turn, were held
just slightly apart by the ankle spreader bar.
Compared to some of the bondage we had inflicted on her and her sister over the
last few months this was pretty mild. Add in the fact that I had been able to
bring her to orgasm twice in the last little while and it was a bonus for her.
Pulling her head away from mine for a moment I could see in the soft light of my
bedroom that her eyes were closed as she tried to fight uselessly against the
inevitable.
Then it happened. It had been raining on and off most of the day but now there
was a steady beating against the window and all of a sudden a flash of
lightening followed almost immediately by a crash of thunder overhead.
Susan's head jerked against the hold I had on a handful of her lovely black
tresses; her eyes flew open filled with fear and her entire body started to
tremble.
All thought of my approaching climax left me as I reached down, pulled a blanket
up over us and, uncharacteristically, cuddled her to me as the storm raged.
The next morning I told Karen that at least one of our houseguests was petrified
of thunder and lightening. She smiled and said they both are because virtually
the same thing had happened in her bed. The difference was that when she
realized what was happening she just stuffed a couple of plugs in Amy's ears,
laced her into a full leather discipline helmet and picked up where she had left
off.
I should have thought of that!
Over breakfast Karen had that far away look in her eyes that told me she was
hatching a new idea to entertain our two bondage sisters. When she finally
surfaced, reached for a pad and started making a list and then suggested we go
for a drive I knew I was right.
Still in their arm binders and boots we filled their lower openings with large
vibrating plugs; strapped them face to face and installed a double gag that had
their noses touching. We would be gone for a few hours but the batteries were
new and they would not get much rest.
Through a cyber friend we had been advised some time ago that a new, very
discreet, fetish store had opened in a city about an hours drive away from our
home and that's where we headed.
It was a treasure chest of a store, more like a warehouse of glorious leather,
PVC, latex and everything else the heart desired. The small staff of experts
immediately understood what we had in mind and was happy to take our money. We
let them think that the purchases were for us and they didn't even show the
slightest smirk as they measured Karen and I. Since Susan and Amy were the same
as size us we knew everything would fit them perfectly.
On the way back home we visited several hardware stores until we had found
everything on Karen's list and then spent a few hours each day for the next week
putting it together in the garden.
We tried Karen's set up twice but the weatherman didn't co-operate, now we were
going for number three and it looked promising.
We moved the two-foot square platforms to the middle of the playroom. They were
only 4" off the floor with swiveling caster wheels at each corner. Adjustable
poles were bolted to the center of each one and they were very stable; they had
to be considering what would be on them!
Each of our cast members had been securely laced and strapped into an upper
torso corset that locked their arms up in the familiar reverse prayer position
and accented their waists with boned leather. Ball gags kept them quiet while
we worked on them. Their legs were encased in black rubber boots that laced up
to the thigh. The boots held their feet in the en pointe position but did have
short heels as well; these were more of a hook that would come in play later in
the set up.
We screwed the curved crotch rests on the top of each post and put a stretcher
bar on Amy to keep her legs apart. With a harness from the ceiling pulley we
pulled her up and then with Karen at the back and me at the front we shoved a
butt plug and dildo all the way up inside her. These were rather special in
that although they were made from hard rubber they were also studded all over
with small metal knobs. Thin wires dropped down from them and were taped to the
outside of one ankle. Once the flanges were firmly against her flesh I slipped
the curved hard rubber piece on to the short bolts that protruded from each one
and we swung her over the post before lowering her on the crotch rest.
The bolts came through the holes in the rest and were secured with wing nuts.
Removing the stretcher bar we forced her legs against the post and adjusted it
until the short heels on the boots hooked over the cross bar set in it and
strapped her ankles together.
Further adjustments with the pole made sure that, since the toes of the boots
did not touch the platform, Amy was taking only a small portion of her weight on
the foot bar; all the rest was concentrated at her crotch. Once that was done
we strapped her legs above and below the knees and started to lace on a long,
boned leather sheath that ran from her waist to below her knees.
She was immovably welded to the post up to her crotch and then the boned leather
torso corset took over and kept the rest of her stiffly upright.
We did the same to Susan.
With the two sisters completely helpless we could each work on one and that made
things go a bit faster, not that we were in any hurry when we were enjoying
ourselves!
Each girl had her personal gag installed and strapped in place and a rubber cap
pulled over her hair. We didn't bother with earplugs because when we were
finished, while muffled, they should be able to hear what was going on. The
goggles I fitted over Susan's eyes had extra wide rubber flanges around them so
that they reached halfway up her forehead and fitted almost to the tip of her
nose. They were red; Amy's were black.
We screwed short rubber tubes in the threaded nostril inserts that were now a
permanent fixture on our guests and started on the helmets. The difference from
the leather discipline helmets we usually used was just that these were rubber
and the colour of each matched the goggles. When they were tightly laced we
noticed that the rubber seemed to form to the face even better in some ways than
leather but the gag straps tended to stretch and had to be pulled in an extra
notch.
Now it was time for the coats. They were not capes but armless coats of medium
weight rubber, one red and one black, fashioned after the trench style but with
the addition of a hood. I settled Susan's around her shoulders, tucked the
large left lapel up under the right one and then started buttoning it every 4"
all the way to the bottom just above the platform.
The wide belt further pulled in the already fitted waist of the coat and I moved
around her to take the small strap that hung from the triangular over cape and
attach it to the middle of the belt. This extra layer fell seamlessly from
across the width of her shoulders to a point at the small of her back. Once I
had it attached it disguised even further the bulge of her harshly doubled up
arms. Around the front the two oversized storm flaps also strapped down to the
opposite sides of her waist.
Now the hoods came up and the velcro strip lining the inside edge was matched up
with its partner framing their faces on the helmets and goggles. Once these
were firmly pressed together the seal was completed and the two girls were, well
you might say, they were waterproof!
But we were not quite finished.
They were called sou'westers and we had to work to get them properly settled
over all the other stuff on their heads. Once they were firmly in place we took
the overly long rubber straps that fell from the earflaps and crossed them under
the chin then back around to the front again where they were secured with a
double bow.
The last piece was a face protector.
First we lined up the nose tubes with the two holes in the center of the
protectors and then used the press-studs down each side to attach them tightly
across their faces to the edges of the hoods. There were further studs at the
bridge of the nose and under their chins that completed the seals. With the
brims of the sou'westers extending 3" out from their foreheads everything was
protected.
The wires from the plugs attached to a connection on the platforms.
It had been raining steadily for the last couple of hours and now we put on our
own rain gear and pushed one red statue and one black one out in to the garden.
The way our house was designed there was a roof over the patio that extended
about 15' and Karen's plan had called for us to add a half circle of paving
stones in the lawn out from the patio and then back to it.
It had not been hard, even for us, to attach a metal collar and track around the
base of the center post holding up the patio roof and from it extended two10'
metal pipes. Karen had even doctored the motor that rotated pipes in a circle.
I pushed Susan out to the end of the pipe in the garden while Karen did the same
for Amy under the patio.
The platforms had sockets that we pushed the end of the pipes into and locked
them in place. I patted Susan's rubber covered cheek as the steady rain drops
started to make her rubber rainwear glisten all over and looked through the lens
of the goggles to see the fear as she realized what we had set them up for.
In the lounge Karen and I crossed our fingers that the weather forecast would
become a fact and looked through the picture window at Susan and Amy. We were
only partway through our first glass of wine when we saw the a streak of
lightening followed after a few moments with a crash of thunder.
"Yeah, it works!" Karen reacted as the two figures outside started to move in a
circle and Amy ended up out in the garden with Susan now under the roof. The
secret was a sound detector that activated the motor and thunder was more than
enough to make it work. But as they changed places the movement activated the
plugs buried deeply inside them, teasing, tormenting but not satisfying.
It was a beautiful storm that never seemed to end and our two rubber covered
victims changed positions many, many times. After a little while we again put
on our own raincoats and with large umbrellas went out to check on the sisters.
The look in their eyes, after we wiped the lenses with a tissue, was priceless
and we knew that if they every tried to act up we would just have to say:
"Hey, it looks like rain!"
Chapter 22 - "MMPPFFF"
WHAPPP! MMPPFF! "Damn it Amy at this rate we're going to lose." I moaned. The
db meter that measured sound volume was only 6" from her mouth and had hit 56 as
the leather strop landed across the tight leather covering her ass cheeks.
Karen had not held back as she swung the 2' long piece of thick 3" wide leather
from over her shoulder to cut down on an angle across Amy's buttocks.
This whole thing had started very simply when I had been surfing the net and
came across a picture of several different types of gags that I printed out to
show my sister. Later that evening we had been discussing the pros and cons of
the various types as we watched Susan and Amy writhing on the floor of the
playroom.
An hour or so before we had fixed them up ready for bed and were letting our
playthings tire themselves out a bit before settling them down for the night.
They were both encased in skintight leather from the toes of the thigh high
ballet boots to the top of the laced discipline helmets. The two forms were
rolling around, bending, where their restraints allowed, and moaning through
their packed mouths; sometimes one or the other would actually arch up on her
shoulders and heels as another orgasm hit.
The vibrating dildos and butt plugs were turned to maximum and there would be
little relief for either sister until we decided to turn them off. In the
meantime Karen and I agreed that the molded full mouth gags we had designed and
made for Susan and Amy probably could not be beaten.
Well one thing led to another and we decided it would be fun to have a gagging
contest. Naturally the recipients of our ideas would be the two reluctant
houseguests currently struggling helplessly against their bonds on the floor.
But then, after a couple more glasses of wine, as we were stretching the
exhausted sisters on top of the bed with straps from the helmet rings to the
headboard and the boot toes to the foot rail, I had a great idea.
And so it was that Susan and Amy were not only the recipients but also the
contestants. We explained it to them this way. You will have as much time as
you need to come up with an effective gag for your sister and then install it.
We will judge the most efficient entry and the loser will spend the next
thunderstorm in the garden by themselves.
We tossed a coin and I won and therefore had first choice of which sister I
wanted to bet on. No contest - without a second thought I pointed to Amy. We
would give them the run of the playroom, with certain restrictions of course,
and see which one could come up with the most effective gag. We had hidden
their personal molded gags as off limits.
Another coin toss and Susan got to go first.
We arranged Amy kneeling on the lowered table. She was laced in a full leather
body suit with a built in corset and her arms strapped in the reverse prayer
position. At the end of the table we installed a neck stock that had straps
around her upper body to hold her rigidly still. We braided Amy's beautiful
long black hair and pulled it back to be fastened to the top edge of the stock.
The thin strap from a pair of nostril hooks also attached to the top edge while
a padded hook was settled over her lower front teeth and we pulled on that strap
until her mouth was wide open and buckled it to the bottom edge of the stock.
Naturally she was well plugged front and rear although the crotch strap holding
things in did have a couple of metal contacts for later use.
Susan was also in leather from head to the toes of a pair of ballet boots. The
foot long ankle hobble allowed her to walk; her kid gloved hands were free but
straps around each arm just above the elbows and across her back restricted
their movement.
I had chosen Amy because over the last few months she had proven to be more of
the stoic than Susan who was the crier and whiner. But it looked like I had
made a mistake because after Susan's efforts to gag her Amy was still making a
lot of noise.
When Susan indicated she was finished we had blindfolded Amy so she couldn't
brace herself or anticipate what was coming.
THWACK! MMPPFFF! 40 on the meter! Five times the old barber's strop landed and
five times the reading was over 40. Susan's effort was definitely not working
to my advantage. Just to make completely sure Karen now touched a wire to the
contacts in the crotch strap and Amy reacted with a 60 on the damn meter.
Now it was Amy's turn and she had to gag Susan so the average readings would be
under 45; I didn't think she could do it. I underestimated her!
Their positions reversed Karen and I watched as the still gagged Amy tottered on
her majestic ballet boots around the room opening drawers and looking at all our
equipment. Susan was already moaning through her braced open mouth and I
wondered what it was going to cost me for a new outfit of my sister's choice
that was our agreement for losing. If that happened I'd make damn sure Amy
didn't enjoy the next rain storm.
Amy made her way back to put some things on the side table and then headed off
again towards the toilet and shower area. I was surprised when she turned and
beckoned to me with her right hand then pointed at something.
When I went over I saw her hand was near the bath sponge and she looked at me
with her eyebrows raised in an obvious question. Karen and I agreed that we
would allow them to use anything in the room so I nodded but, since the sponge
was still wet from their morning shower, I first picked up a pair of rubber
gloves and stretched them over her kid gloved hands.
She picked up the round sponge that was at least 6" or 7" across and 2" thick
and moved over to the sink. Turning on the water she proceeded to rinse it and
I realized that whatever she was going to do with it she was making sure it was
clean of soap residue. Wringing it out she moved back to the table and reached
out with one hand to gently stroke her sister's cheek. I think she was
apologizing for what she was about to do.
She took the sponge and folded it in half and I looked at Karen in disbelief.
There was no way that thing would go in Susan's mouth - I was wrong. It took
Amy nearly fifteen minutes of pushing and poking with her fingers but finally
the whole thing was buried with most of it behind Susan's teeth.
She unbuckled the strap holding the hook on Susan's bottom teeth then pulled off
the rubber gloves so she could pick up a piece of thin wire and thread it
through the holes in Susan's upper and lower front teeth. With a pair of pliers
she twisted the ends together and then kept twisting as she pushed up on her
sister's jaw.
Amazingly Susan's mouth started to close over the immense packing and Amy kept
pushing in on the bits of sponge still outside. Gradually the shortening wire
pulled the girl's teeth together and Amy cut off most of the excess then folded
the remaining bit in against the join.
Now this amazing performance continued with her pushing in a strip of rubber
between Susan's teeth and her cheeks then taping her lips closed over the whole
lot. She still wasn't finish though. Amy took a 2" wide leather gag strap that
was backed with a 1" thick pad and positioned it across her sister's mouth
before buckling it tightly at the back of her head.
Susan was panting through the permanent nostril tubes and tears streamed down
her face but I mopped them up before they reached the leather.
Thinking Amy was finished I patted her on the head and started putting the
blindfold on Susan. Because of her crying I had chosen one with absorbent
padding over each eye. As I finished strapping it in place Amy touched my arm
and shook her head. Good Lord she wasn't finished!
Making her way on those amazing heels back to the chest of drawers she removed
something and moved back to the table. She undid the strap holding the nostril
hooks and then untied Susan's hair from the top of the stock. Karen and I
started laughing at this amazing turn of events because next she was arranging
the straps and fitting her sister with a full face rubber gas mask.
Karen moved the db meter in place and I waited a moment then brought the leather
strop down with a full swing of my arm. Susan's body jerked as it hit and
everyone who could looked at the meter - 18.
THWAK! Mmppff! Five times the strop rose and fell and the meter never got over
25. Out of fairness to Karen I picked up the wire and touched the contacts on
Susan's crotch strap. Wow, that got a 30 but I had won. I knew just the
leather pant suit I had been eyeing and would now get thanks to Karen's
generosity.
Susan would be dreading the weather forecasts and when I pulled the plug from
Amy's gag tonight her reward would be a nice cold glass of wine followed by a
night in my bed.
The only reason we can think of that Amy worked so hard to win this contest is
that she just doesn't like thunderstorms!
Chapter 23 - "Teaching Teamwork."
Amy was in the middle of a massive orgasm and as a result Susan was suffering;
in fact she was suffocating. A few minutes before the situation had been
reversed and now Karen and I watched to see if any lessons had been learned.
Each of them was positioned on their left side laced in skintight, crotchless
leather cat suits. They were securely bound facing each other in the classic
sixty nine position with their heads level with the others crotch. Their legs
were encased in thigh high ballet boots then bent at the knee and strapped to
their thighs. Their knees were held wide apart with spreader bars that were
clamped to vertical poles set in the floor.
This position left their lower orifices completely exposed and accessible. Firm
leather cushions under each waist kept their backs straight and level with the
floor.
Leather sheaths covered their arms that were locked between their shoulder
blades in the muscle straining reverse prayer position. Once they were lined up
to our satisfaction we had run several straps around the torsos and pulled on
them until the two bodies were almost welded together.
Under the leather straining across their chests, nipple vibrators were held in
place with clamps and thin wires ran from each pair to a contact pad.
The tightly laced leather discipline helmets had openings at the eyes, under the
nostrils and a mouth hole. Through the mouth holes we had forced jaw stretching
penis gags with grooves top and bottom for their teeth strapping them tightly
behind their heads.
The gags were very special in that from them extended a long, hard, roughly
ribbed rubber dildo. There was a curved metal flange on the shaft that left a
1" gap between it and the plugged mouth of each sister, plus they were hollow
with a 1/2" hole down the middle of both the rubber shaft and the mouth gagging
plugs.
Between 3" and 4" from the flange the dildos had several vents around the
circumference.
Butt plugs had been rudely shoved in and held in place with a strange crotch
strap that was tight through the crack of their ass but then split on each side
of the vagina up to the front of the waist belts and held another curved metal
piece with an opening over each love hole.
A closer observation would show that the flange on the dildo was a reverse image
of the metal vagina piece. Karen clipped a strap to the top of Amy's helmet and
then through a D ring in the small of Susan's back. Pulling on it with one hand
she used the other to guide the dildo through the opening in the metal piece
until the first 2" disappeared in Susan's passage and then locked the strap. I
did the same with Susan's head so that neither of them could pull the rubber
shafts all the way out.
"Now let me explain this set up ladies." Karen spoke as she slowly walked
around the two helpless sisters. "In a moment we will be inserting plugs in
your nostrils making your only source of air through the vents in the dildos.
This switch sends a tiny electric current to the flanges over your vagina and on
the dildos turning them into very, very strong magnets."
"I will flip this coin, heads for Amy and tails for Susan. Here goes and it is
tails. So Susan, a little pressure on the back of your head from me will start
to bury the dildo further inside Amy and as it enters the vents will be
smothered by her pussy and your air supply become non existent. You had better
take a deep breath because once the plate's touch the magnets engage and you are
locked inside."
After our little gagging contest we had noticed that our two captive girls
attitudes towards each other seemed to change. Before the sisters had taken any
opportunity we allowed to support each other through the bondage trials we
inflicted on them but lately it was almost as if they were concerned only about
their own problems. We decided to see if we could teach them to again depend on
each other.
"This is the ultimate test of whether you two can learn the benefits of
co-operation and can place your absolute trust in each other. Amy, you must
voluntarily push your own dildo in until your plates touch because only that
will release Susan's magnet and allow her to pull her head back enough to get a
breath. I suggest that 15 to 20 seconds can be a very long time in this
situation so you two had better work together as a team."
We blindfolded the two and pushed plugs inside their nostrils then applied
pressure to the back of Susan's head until the dildo started to disappear inside
Amy. Once it was almost all the way in the magnet engaged and snapped the two
plates together,
"OK, Amy, it's up to you now" said Karen. Panting through the vents in her
dildo gag the girl only hesitated for a few seconds before she ducked her head
forwards plunging the rubber shaft deeply into Susan.
The two helpless sister learned very quickly to use smooth head movements that
allowed each to get a regular breath in a beautiful example of teamwork so, to
help their concentration, I turned on the butt plugs and the nipple vibrators.
There was soon a point when it was Amy's turn to breathe but she kept her head
out as far as the helmet strap allowed gasping and panting through the air holes
in the shaft.
Karen and I each held a stopwatch and were timing the action; I watched Amy and
my sister, Susan. The ever-vigilant Karen's stopwatch was reading 30 seconds but
we had anticipated this happening. We knew that the rubber shaft pumping in and
out along with the simulation from the buzzing butt plug and nipple toys had
sent Amy into the inescapable throes of an orgasm just as it had done to Susan
minutes before.
The idea was to teach them a lesson, not let them suffocate so she quickly
reached over to pull the plugs from Susan's nose allowing her to get some air
while her dildo lifeline was buried in the convulsing leather covered form of
her sister.
Amy groaned as the spasms of her climax lessened and she realized how long she
had been in the throes of her orgasm; her head immediately ducked forwards in an
action she thought would allow her sister to breathe. Susan's nose plugs were
replaced and we congratulated ourselves as we watched the two heads bobbing in a
regular rhythm. It seemed as if our lesson in teamwork was a success.
We allowed them to recover by finally pulling out the nose plugs then pushing on
the back of their heads until both dildos were buried and the magnets locked
together. We tightened the straps from the top of their helmets taking out any
last possibility of head movement. The gag flanges being 1" or so away from
their mouths allowed them to breathe through their noses but that was about all
they could do.
The butt plugs were still buzzing away and the nipple clamps doing their job so
I plugged two more small wires into the control pad, flipped the switch that
turned the buried dildos into vibrators and turned it to maximum.
Settling back in comfortable chairs we watched to see how long it took for the
inevitable orgasms to overcome the leather bound sisters.
Chapter 24 – The Piebald Pair
Karen and I were down at the pond situated at the very back of our property. Behind the house was a large, fenced formal garden then a further half section that was fairly heavily wooded with a path through it to the pond that marked the back boundary.
Amy and Susan were not with us; actually they were hanging around in the garage, literally. After a breakfast that they had probably not enjoyed since, as we fed them, their arms were laced in reverse prayer leather binders and their feet in the ballet boots that seldom came off these days, we had put them in storage.
Our two lovely Asian bondage toys had been on their stands beside us at the table while we ate. The stands were low, wheeled platforms each with a 3' upright post in the middle that had a metal rest partway up and a horizontal bar across the top.
We simply installed a spreader bar with a cuff at each end on the girls just above the knees, bent their legs, strapped their ankles to their thighs then lifted them on to their own stand; letting the center of the bar fit in the rest to take their weight. Short straps from each shoulder to the ends of the top bar held them upright. After feeding them we installed their personal mouth filling gags, taped over the lips and laced on leather discipline helmets.
Pulling gag straps as tight as they would go we wheeled them in the garage to wait for us. Their lower two orifices had been well plugged since the morning shower.
A few months ago we had arranged for a contractor to bring in a crew, clear out the dead wood and thin a number of the unneeded trees. The contract included splitting any useable logs but that was all so we were looking at several piles of weathered firewood we needed to get up to the house for use next winter.
As we strolled around the shore of the pond discussing what had to be done Karen got that look in her eyes and I stopped talking to let her concentrate on whatever it was she was thinking about. I had a feeling that Amy and Susan were going to be involved with yet another of Karen's brainwaves!
I was right!
Two days later Karen, with me pretending to be her sub', were back at the fetish store where we had bought some of the supplies for the thunderstorm scenario. I had a little difficulty holding my tongue while being poked, prodded and measured but was proud that, for a few minutes, I was able to get my arms in the necessary position for some of the measurements. I was also satisfied that I would be getting my own back for the humiliation. Karen ordered two sets of the items she picked, paid and a couple of weeks later we went back to collect them.
We also made stops at the hardware and garden stores.
Starting with Amy, naked except for her arms locked in the reverse prayer position and a large ball gag, we worked her legs in to the skintight black and white leather cat suit. Stretching it over her shoulders we laced it down the middle of her the back forming a pouch over her arms then to the waist. There was a flap to cover the laces that closed with Velcro so the coloration was not interrupted.
The suit had two strategic openings at the crotch and small, reinforced, nipple holes. A custom-made 3" wide metal belt locked around her waist and we flipped her down on her back to install the footwear.
We didn't anticipate any problems with the transition from ballet to pony boots, and there wasn't. In fact, over the months the tendons in the back of the sisters' ankles had atrophied to the point where neither could come even close to getting a foot flat on the floor.
The heavily boned leather boots were soon laced and locked on to just above Amy's ankles forcing her feet in almost a straight line with her shins. They ended in a metal 2" thick toe platform to which was riveted a 4" wide horseshoe. The arms of the hooves extended back another 4" to provide balance while, since there were no heels, a shaped flat metal bar supported the underside of her foot from the platform to under each heel.
Around the join of the pony boot and leather covering her legs we wrapped leather bands from which hung 6" long black fetlock horsehair. Standing her up again I took off the strap holding the ball gag and we worked a matching leather open-face hood over her head and neck. The ball in her mouth stayed put because of its size. Karen fed Amy's long black hair out through an opening at the top of her head while I laced the hood down the back and covered the laces with a flap.
Standing her with her back to the wall I ran two short chains from Amy's nose ring to hooks on each side of her head so she had to keep her weight on the pony hooves and watch while we worked on Susan.
When we had Susan in a matching outfit and against the wall beside her sister, Karen screwed a metal pipe in the socket on the right side of her metal belt while I held it in position at the left side of Amy's waist. This locked the two together side-by-side with just a couple of inches between their shoulders.
The bit bar was long enough to extend 4" on either side and after working the balls out of their mouths we immediately replaced them by forcing in the large spade bits on the bar and fastening them in with the straps of a head harness. Now the sisters' heads were also locked facing straight ahead but, for effect, a set of 3" square stiff black leather blinders attached to the harness beside their eyes.
Pulling them away from the wall Karen fixed Amy's hair in a short leather sleeve so that it stood straight up before flowing down the back of her head in a plume. I did the same to Susan and then attached a lead rein to each end of the bit bar and pulled them to the center of the floor.
The butt plugs were attached to the short arm of a J shaped metal piece and we worked them up inside each girl, locking the top end in the middle of their waist belts. Just above where the metal split their ass cheeks was a large, plumed black tail. The dildoes slid smoothly through the openings in the cat suits and we laced their vaginas closed with the small gold rings down each side to hold them in.
We finished the effect with leather crotch straps covered in bright metal studs to match the waist belt and bit bar. So did the small metal bells we attached to each nipple ring.
They managed the pony shoes quite well but were shuffling which was not acceptable. We explained what we wanted them to do and, after a few turns around the garage and more than a few shots with the riding crops we carried, they improved the knee lifts somewhat but not to our satisfaction.
Karen left for a few minutes to return with her laptop. She had called up a site that had high stepping pony girls moving on the front page. Holding it up in front of each girl so they could see she told them that was what we wanted – or else.
While she did this I pulled one of our other purchases up behind the two. It was a three-wheeled garden container that had taken over from the old wheelbarrow. The fairly large bin was nearly 2' deep but didn't need to be lifted to move the load because of the extra wheels.
I had adapted it by removing the handle and replacing it with a hinged single shaft. The end of the shaft fitted to the middle of the metal bar joining the girls' waists with a shackle.
Karen and I were wearing jeans, sweaters and comfortable working boots and now we led our team out in the garden, then down towards the woods.
At the first pile of logs we pulled on gloves and filled the barrow then made Amy and Susan pull it back to the house; high stepping all the way, so we could unload and stack it.
They worked hard that day but we only managed to clear about half of the wood. Rather than completely undress them then have to do it all again in the morning we just unhooked the barrow and had them move sideways through the door into the house where we could remove the bit bar and feed them.
One at a time we let them relieve themselves then replaced the butt plugs but unscrewed the tails so they could lie on their backs on an air mattress. A couple a straps around each girls legs and a nice large ball gag settled them in for the night on the floor of the playroom.
Soon after lunch the next day we finished clearing all the firewood and stacking it under cover ready for use; thanks to the efforts of our team of pony girls.
Now it was my turn to start thinking as I watched Karen lead them through the garden to the house after the final trip.
I told my sister what I had in mind then, after she stopped laughing, we hitched them to the wall of the garage while we went inside to shower and change.
The best way to describe our dresses was "Southern Belle"; high necked tight bodices then ankle length skirts flaring out below the sashes around our waists allowed our feet in their high heels to peak out. Wide brimmed hats, elbow length gloves and a fan completed the outfits.
Karen's was made of the finest white leather with the hat, sash, gloves and shoes in black patent leather. Mine was rose coloured leather with the accessories in white.
We had "acquired" the dresses from their parents' leather fashion store the same night we requisitioned Amy and Susan but never worn them until now. It was the perfect setting in the garden with the sun shining and I pulled on the reins to get the ponies positioned while Karen set up the tripod and camera.
Standing on each side of the team we flipped our fans open to look coyly over them at the lens as the timer triggered the camera. That would be our Christmas card for cyber friends in the several BDSM and leather groups we belonged to.
Karen and I looked at each other, then at our leather encased piebald ponies, and both said the same thing – "We need a buggy!"
Chapter 25 – “Childs Play”
It was a beautiful, bright, crisp autumn day that my sister and I were enjoying as we strolled through the small town about 25 miles from home. That morning we had paid a visit to our favourite fetish store, made a few purchases and then stopped on the way home to do some window shopping.
As we stood side by side in front of a large display window I studied our reflections and smiled as other pedestrians passed behind us and I thought to myself - if they only knew. Karen must have seen my grin because she turned her head and winked at me.
As we got ready this morning we had decided to emphasize, as we did occasionally, the fact that we were identical twins. Consequently the two figures reflected in the window were of equal height because the heels on our boots were the same, comfortable, three and a half inches. The hairstyles and understated makeup were the same and our coats, although different colours, matched.
The coats, naturally, were soft leather and they were buttoned almost to the silk scarves around our neck, snugly belted, then falling to just below our knees; they were just right for the slight chill in the air. Karen’s was a light dusty rose and mine pale leaf green. The reason we were chuckling to ourselves was that under the coats, what the passer-by’s couldn’t see, were that the stylish black boots continued up our legs to thigh height. There they joined the edges of tight black leather bustier body suits. The thin kid gloves, also black, disappeared into the sleeves of the coats and actually extended well up our arms almost to the shoulder.
In fact, without the coats, we were in full Domme mode. The only other two people who knew what was hidden by the perfectly fashionable and publicly acceptable outerwear were Susan and Amy. They had seen the outfits as we laced their heads in tight leather discipline helmets and tightened the gag straps. Then we had buttoned and belted our coats before strapping blindfolds in place on the helplessly bound girls and departing for our outing.
I adjusted the shoulder strap on my purse as we turned to continue our walk. Several minutes later I realised the Karen was no longer at my side and turned to look for her. A little way back we had passed a junior school and Karen was standing at the fence staring into the playground.
I went back to her and she looked at me, with that far away gaze in her eyes, then turned back again to look at the kids.
“Just look at all the equipment they’ve got; they are having so much fun on it I wonder……” Her voice trailed off as I studied the playing children. I didn’t know what was going through Karen’s mind but, somehow, I just knew it did not bode well for Amy and Susan’s comfort.
Boy, was I right!
After we got home Karen headed straight for the computer leaving me to look after our two houseguests. I checked on the two leather bound forms and adjusted their headgear by replacing the gags with smaller ones that had built in feeding tubes they could suck on. Those allowed me to attach supply hoses from bags of the combination fluid and nutrient mix I hung over their heads.
Adjusting the flow to one that they could easily handle, I tightened the odd strap here and there to make them even more immoveable. After removing the blindfolds so that they could see the level in the bags, I made sure each of them saw me holding up both hands. Ten fingers meant ten minutes to empty their lunch containers; that was a hard learned lesson and both girls started sucking and swallowing while breathing through the stiff rubber nostril inserts.
I rejoined Karen and asked what was going on but all I got in return was a big grin and a “Wait and see.”
It was two weeks before she got the message to go and pick up the contraption. I stayed to look after Susan and Amy and when Karen got back I made sure they were very secure before going into the living room and watching her unpack the box. She reminded me of a kid with a new toy on Christmas morning sitting in the middle of the carpet surrounded by bits and pieces of metal and pipes in several different lengths.
She seemed to know exactly what went where and had me hold things while she locked them in place with bolts and a wrench. Gradually whatever it was took shape until even stupid me could see it was a version of a kids teeter-totter or seesaw.
The two tripods or stands were three feet high and instead of the long plank there were two metal pipes, about six feet long, that she bolted together until they looked like a ladder. Several “rungs” held them together and the one in the middle had a large adjustable socket that fitted over a ball jutting up from the main piece joining the two stands.
Looking very pleased with herself Karen asked me to make us a couple of drinks and then explained what she had in mind. I nearly choked on my drink when she got to the part about the six dildos!
The whole set up would be marvellously diabolical but then she was my sister; I loved it. This was going to take some planning so I got a pad and pencil, a couple more drinks, and we started listing the things we needed and how to introduce Susan and Amy to Karen’s idea.
The day before we planned to do the deed we made sure that both Amy and Susan ate well and were completely hydrated because the next day, except for a little liquid and mush, they would get nothing. Karen asked me to make a trip to our fetish supplier and pickup a couple of packages that would be waiting for us. I had to fold down the back seat of my car to get the long, wrapped parcel to fit; the other was just a square box. As promised, I didn’t ask what they were and resisted having a peek.
After settling our charges for an almost comfortable night’s rest Karen and I were enjoying an after dinner liqueur when, with a huge grin, she asked if I’d like to see the contents of the box.
Silly question!
It contained the dildos and butt plugs but, after my sister explained how she had asked them to be adapted, I just had to experience the sensations they would cause.
As it turned out we both tried one of the dildos while holding on to the contraption; I went first while Karen watched and, after just a few minutes, didn’t want to stop. Oh my God, it was fabulous and Karen had to pull me off so she could try. After what I had been through I convinced her to let me fasten a belt around her waist for safety’s sake
It’s lucky I did because she completely lost her grip in the throes of one of her orgasms and, it was also lucky the room was soundproof, our nearest neighbours were a mile away but she would have woken them with her screams of ecstasy.
I didn’t know whether to feel envious or sorry for Susan and Amy in the morning; we could stop when we’d had enough, they would not have that option and we had only tried the one dildo!
After breakfast, a substantial one for us but just a small fruit yoghurt and water for the girls, we had started to prepare them for the set up. Nearly two hours later they were ready to “be assembled”!
The two leather bound forms lay on their backs beside the contraption. Well, really, they were resting mostly on their arms that were forced in the familiar reverse prayer up between their shoulder blades. The leather arm binders gave them no leeway at all especially because several straps also connected them to the heavily boned corsets that encased them from breasts to buttocks while leaving the crotches open.
The ballet boots were thigh high and very tightly laced. Karen and I had lots of practice making sure they were crease free which took some skill with the lacing. The boots had also been adapted for this occasion.
Severe leather discipline helmets had gone on the two after we fitted them each with a pair of clear goggles and their own mouth filling gags; the ones with a threaded hole in the centre. The helmets had the requisite holes under the nostrils allowing them to breathe. Instead of gag straps we laced on boned leather neck corsets that stretched from just under the nostrils to the top of the corsets. This kept the head rigidly in line with the body while protecting the throat.
We moved the two helpless forms around until their feet were about level with the others crotch then, with a grin, Karen loaded and lubricated one of the butt plugs. I held Susan’s legs apart while my sister worked the plug deeply inside and used straps to the corset to hold it in place, then I grabbed Amy’s left ankle and positioned the toe of the ballet boot against the base of the plug.
A clamp we had attached to the toe of the boot snapped into a groove around the plug and locked them together. After installing Amy’s plug Susan’s left foot was placed in the same position and locked.
Now came the interesting part, we loaded and then screwed a dildo to the toe of their right boot; there was enough give in the boots to allow the knees to bend slightly. That allowed us to position the tips of the toys at the entrances of their vaginas then, with a quick push down on the knees, the eight inch dildos slid in to their nests. A strap around all four legs at the knee and we had spliced Susan and Amy together.
Karen moved the long package over and we unwrapped it to reveal a heavily stiffened leather sleeve with lacing grommets down the full length and roller buckled straps every eight or ten inches.
Fifteen minutes later and we had a solid black leather tube with a head sticking out each end. We easily lifted our parcel up and on to the “ladder” of the contraption Karen had built. A few more straps and they became the plank of our see-saw.
The last two dildos were the regular type, nicely curved, slightly nubbed and we screwed them firmly into the threaded holes in the gags. Making sure to keep the girls perfectly level so as not to spoil the surprise we added the last couple of touches.
Metal handholds screwed down over their waists and then we snapped tubes in each nostril insert. These were hard rubber and curved down across each leather covered cheek to under their ears where the tubes belled open slightly.
Now for the fun part! Karen and I stripped out of our leather cat suits until we were naked except for our boots and carefully straddled the dildos protruding upwards from our victims’ mouths. We were so hot there was no need for lubrication as the dildos slid inside and we gripped the hand holds.
Since we were now sitting on their faces the nostril tubes allowed them to breathe although the view they were getting through the goggles would not be very inviting.
One, two, three – GO!
Several things happened. I bent my legs and put all my weight on the dildo coming out of Susan’s gag causing Karen at the other end, with a little push from her legs, to ride up until her boots left the floor. She gasped as the dildo in Amy’s mouth embedded itself even deeper in her most sensitive region.
As Karen’s end of the leather “plank” went up Susan’s body went down and the handful of different sized ball bearings loaded in her hollow butt plugs and dildos rolled down to land in the knobs.
Reversing the motion caused the same thing to happen at Amy’s end and we knew, from our experiment last night, that the sensation as those heavy little metal balls landed in the tips of the toys was beyond description. And they had two each inside them.
After a while Karen reached down an unlocked the latch on the ball socket so that now we could not only bounce up and down but also move in circles. And we did until we were close to loosing our grip on the handholds; God know what Susan and Amy were feeling or how many times they had come despite the leather restraints. If the frequency of my peaking, and Karen’s screams, was any indication they should be drained.
Getting off their faces we started them turning slowly like a propeller but also with their heads going up and down as they rotated; from the way the air was literally whistling through the nostril tubes those ball bearings were driving them over the edge.
After a while we locked them in the horizontal position so everyone could get some rest.
But the day was young and a few hours later we were right back enjoying our “Child’s Play”.