John Friday - Twin wives in bondage

Wilma moaned and then violently shook her head. "NO! I don't believe it. Not Mr. James…"

"Honey, that horny son of a bitch has a whole room in that fancy house of his set up like a torture chamber he saw in an old castle somewhere."

"I could never believe anything so… so warped about Mr. James."

"Well…" Wanda flashed a teasing grin, "you'll have a chance to see for yourself tonight. He's expecting me… or you back there tonight."

"What?"

"For a special little party with some friends of his."

"I can't. I could never do anything like that."

"Well, I can't take your place forever, Wilma."

"But… but!"

"You won't have to go alone. I'm going with you. I wouldn't miss it for anything."

"Then why do I have to go?"

"Because he's your boss, and he's expecting you. Last night he thought you were the greatest. Tonight he'll think you're better yet, because we'll take turns. We'll dress alike, like we did when we were little, and we'll wring that cock of his dry before we're through."

"Oh, we'll never get away with anything like that!"

"We fooled our own husbands, didn't we?"

"Yes, but…"

Wanda stroked her neck where the metal collar had scraped it raw. "Right now we don't look exactly alike," she said. "But we can soon fix that!"

"What are you saying? Wanda, what are you going to do?" Wilma curled in a defensive ball, frightened by the wild gleam in eyes that were usually exactly like hers.

Wanda grabbed Jack's thickest leather belt off a hook on the inside of the closet door. "This isn't metal, but I think it'll do."

"Wanda!" Wilma screamed then followed with a shrill cry of terror. Her twin sister looped the end of the belt through the thick buckle and came toward her swinging it like a noose. "Wwwhhhaaaa!" she cried when it tightened around her throat.

Wilma's hand flew up to fight the tightening loop, but her leering twin sister laughed at her feeble efforts and viciously jerked it tight.

"Don't fight it, you'll choke!" Wanda warned her struggling twin. Wanda lashed the free end of the belt to the frame at the head of the bed, pulling her gasping sister down flat on her back, Wanda tugged at the tangled knob leaving top little slack for Wilma to wiggle free.

"Now…" A fierce look of insane joy filled Wanda's darting, eyes. Wanda's lush body trembled anxiously. Jewel-bright beads of sweat burst over her body. "…that'll mark your neck. All you'll need then is a welt here and there!"

Wanda plucked another belt off the hook, thin and dark and shining bright Wilma gazed in horror at its evil gleam.

"Noooo!" Wilma cried, Wanda gazed at her reflection in the large mirror an the wall at the foot of the bed, carefully memorizing the pattern of raw welts. Then she spun around quickly, swinging the belt back over her head.

"Yyyyeeeaaow!" Wilma shrieked as the belt came slashing down. The biting sting made her gulp, cringing in fear, still tugging with both hands at the tight collar around her neck. She wailed, hit again even before she could catch her breath.

Wanda stood over her, eyes bright with a mad sense of power. She sensed now why Fred, Ralph and Jack all enjoyed the perverse pleasures of bondage, why it thrilled them to see a woman writhe in pain… to beg meekly, to whine and mumble and finally submit to the raging power of a demanding cock.

The shock of it all was the way sharp pain turned to intense pleasure. Wanda thought she understood that now too. Many women, like her twin Wilma, lived in a kind of mental bondage because of their puritanical upbringing. A mind conditioned to consider the joys of sex as somehow evil was more a slave than a body in chains.

But when helplessly tied, strapped or chained, the mind was set free. The body was free of blame for wanting, craving the hot strength of a raging cock. Even the bite of a whip brought pleasure in the form of punishment for having such obscene desires. Helpless, humiliated, and severely punished at the start, the body was then set loose from years of mental restraint.

Wanda smiled and struck again with the whip like belt.

"Aaayyy!" Wilma cried, her lush body twisting as a long red welt matched the one on her twin who still leered with lewd delight as she coiled the lash. "Noooo!"

"Yessss!" Wanda lashed down again.

"Yeeeooow!" Wilma shrieked. Her hands that had clenched hard around the binding loop of leather at her neck opened with a jerk of shocking pain, spread wide and slid down her chest. She cupped her heaving tits and rolled two bulging hot nipples with her thumbs.

"Hhhhmmm," Wilma purred. Sparks of joy came faster then the spread of pain. Wilma's right hand moved down across the rapid rise and fall of her sleek belly dome to the rich thatch of curly cunt hair between her legs.

"Naughty girl!" Wanda hissed. She sounded just like their mother had years ago. "Naughty… naughty…naughty!"

Wanda swung the whip with all her strength.

Wilma whimpered. Her graceful fingers had found the damp nub of her swollen clit. Jolts of blinding delight completely blocked the sense of pain from her mind. But Wanda's taunting voice echoed, in a misty haze of joy. Naughty… naughty… naughty! Once when the two young twins were taking a bath together, they'd reached beneath the soapy water to fondle each other's cunts. They were both too young to fully understand, but not too young to feel the tingling delight that spread from their forbidden slits.

Their mother found them locked together, their legs intertwined, young hands groping and probing while they gasped in startled joy. She spanked them both, hard across the bottom and harder still across their guilty hands.

Wilma recalled it vividly, and the lesson had lingered all the years since. Now Wilma felt ready to shrug off the stern demands of prudish self denial. "Wanda…" she said with a moan. "Remember in the bath, how we felt our little twats?"

"I remember," Wanda said with a smile.

Shyly, Wilma went on, a warm blush coloring her cheeks: "We could do it again… no one will stop us not."

"Yes, we could…" Wanda had been thinking exactly that since she first picked up the leather belt. She let it slip from her hand and lay on the bed beside her trembling twin.

Timidly, Wilma moved her hand from the damp slit of her own twat to the snug dark hollow of her sister's cunt. "It's… it's exactly like mine."

"Hhhmmmmm, yes!" Wanda said, responding to the gentle stroking of her sister's hand. She reached across amid rolled Wilma's clit with spiral motions of her first finger.

Aaahhhh, Wilma gasped. "It feels better now than it did when we small."

"You've grown up," Wanda said, slowly increasing the speed and strength of her spiral strokes.

"I've grown up a lot," Wilma said. She stirred in the glowing warmth that spread from her eager cunt. "I-I never thought I could feel this way."

"You can feel even better," Wanda said. She drew back her hand and turned, dropping her head to Wilma's cunt.

Wanda's wet tongue rolled Wilma's clit exactly as her finger had done, but the feel of her mouth sent new wild shivers pulsing to Wilma's head.

"Oooh," Wilma gasped. "I love it! But-but I could never do anything like that to you."

"Yes, you can – you don't have any choice."

"Whhh-aaat!"

Wanda's tongue swirled around Wilma's clit, fanning it with a wet heat like nothing she'd ever felt. Without missing one twisting tongue stroke, Wanda swung her slender legs astride her twin's chest, feeling the warmth of Wilma's breasts as she clamped her legs along her sides. Slowly, she lowered her drooling cunt slit toward Wilma's trembling lips.

"No!" Welma groaned. "No, I-I caa't."

Wilma turned her head and tried to squirm away from the dark, musky hole coming closer and closer to her lips. But with the belt drawn tight around her neck, Wilma could barely move.