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Silver Laurel
THE
LEATHER TWINS
By
Anne Gray
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”.