THE LEATHER TWINS
By
Anne Gray
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.
