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Chapter 1
Helen felt as if there was a storm of butterflies inside of her as she drove to her sister Ellen's house. She had felt this way all morning as she showered and dressed and packed a few intimate things for today's adventure. She felt this way every time her and her twin sister got together for their little bondage games. It was something she had stumbled into. One day, Helen came over to her sister's place earlier than she had planned and found Ellen naked on the bed, bound and gagged, in the middle of a self-bondage session. After untying her, a somewhat embarrassed Ellen explained the joys of bondage and how she could NEVER tell her husband about it for fear of what he might think of her.
Helen was intrigued by what her sister had to say and over the years, they had tied each other up and were the safety person for each other in their self-bondage sessions. Today was different, however. Ellen had suggested that next time they got together for some fun, they should be bound together and explained the details. They had never had been bound at the same time. One or the other had always tied the other up. Just the mere thought of being helpless together sent a warm rush through her.
Helen pulled into the driveway of her sister's house and pulled out her gym bag full of toys. The front yard was littered with fallen leaves and the trees framed the house in a halo of golds and yellows and reds. Helen got out her keys and let herself in.
"Ellen?" she called out, hoping that her sister hadn't started without her.
"I'm upstairs," a cheerful voice called back.
Helen climbed the stairs and found Ellen in her bedroom, sorting out her toys on the bed. Ellen was completely undressed, a mirror image of Helen. Long, dark brown hair, a cherub-like face with smiling blue eyes, a curvaceous frame and long, slender legs. They both had large breasts with pale areolas and a dark patch of fur between their legs.
"What took you so long?" Ellen asked as she arranged a set of leather cuffs.
"Traffic," Helen replied.
"Well, get undressed so we can get started," Ellen said, "I'll go get the keys out of the freezer."
Helen began to unbutton her silk blouse and slip it off. She undid her skirt next, stepping out of it to look at herself in the mirror. She had worn beneath her clothes a black satin corset that uplifted her generous bosom and framed her nest wonderfully. She had bought it for herself and the effect it would have on her boyfriend and she felt that it would be appropriate to wear it today. Helen had also worn a pair of black silk stockings that went up to her thighs and fastened with the corsets' garters. She had done up her hair in a pony tail and she could just imagine what she would look like in rope.
"If I had known this was a formal affair, I would had dressed up," Helen's sister said as she came back with two large ice cubes with long strings attached.
"You like, sis?"
"You look delicious, Helen. How do you keep your boyfriend Jeff off of you?"
"I like the attention it gets me, sis. I just wish he was a bit more creative in bed, you know."
"I know exactly what you mean. Derek is soooooo straight-laced. I love him but he just doesn't give me all I want sexually, you know. Just once I would love for him to tie me up and really use me," Ellen said.
"That's why I'm here, sis, to add a little spice to your otherwise boring life," Helen smiled, "let's get started. Tell me what you want me to do."
Ellen stuck out her tongue at her sister and made a raspberry.
"First, Hon, tie your cube of ice to your set of cuffs. I froze quite a few keys in there so it is going to be difficult unlocking our handcuffs even after the ice has thawed."
"Clever," Helen smiled as she tied the end of the long length of string to her leather handcuffs. She watched as her sister did the same.
"Now the ankle cuffs," Ellen smiled as she grabbed hers and locked them around her ankles. Helen had brought her own in her bag and quickly fastened them around her own ankles and locked them together with her own padlock, handing the key to Ellen and Ellen handing her a key. They would wear them on each other's charm bracelet.
Ellen wrapped a leather belt around her thighs and tightened it, watching her sister mimic her, "You remember the bet?"
"How could I forget? The first one untied gets to play with the other anyway she feels like," Helen replied.
"Including using the crop," Ellen smiled.
"Yes, including using that nasty crop."
Helen hated the crop. It did nothing for her sexually but it seemed to do something for her sister. Many times Helen used the crop on her bound sister, watching her writhe and whimper and eventually cum from the experience. Helen never could, the crop just caused her pain and bruises. The crop was the reason the Helen had to undo her bindings first.
Ellen handed her sister a short length of chain and another padlock, "The key to this one is in your frozen ice cube as well, sis. Just loop it around your ankle lock and lock the ends like this."
Ellen looped the chain between her ankles and snapped it shut, making a loop through which she would pass her handcuffs through. Helen did the same. Already, she could feel that tingly warmth spreading inside her as she made herself more helpless.
"Now for the fun stuff," Ellen giggled. She picked up one of her butterfly vibrators and placed it over her clit, making sure the controls did not get tangled up. She then brought out a slim, smooth vibrator and eased it into herself. Helen had to undo her own leather belt around her thighs to ease hers in. Ellen had always been a bit more flexible and had been doing this sort of thing for a lot longer than Helen had. Ellen's last 'toy' was an anal plug, which she eased into herself. Helen did not have one and really did not care to try one out... at least not today. Each of them then circled a length of rope around their waist and threaded it between their legs, pulling it tight so as to hold everything in place before tying the rope off. Helen had her crotch rope tied off before Ellen and redid her leather strap around her thighs.
"Go ahead sis, turn them on." Ellen prodded.
The vibrator and the butterfly hummed their magic through Helen as she switched them on and made sure they were on their maximum setting. It felt like a fiery pool of passion spreading through her. Ellen let out a small gasp of pleasure when she turned hers on.
"Collars," Ellen said as she picked up her own leather one and wrapped it about her throat and locked it into place before handing her sister the key. Helen did the same, placing her sister's key on the charm bracelet.
"Okay, sis," Ellen smiled, kneel here on the bed in front of me."
Helen did as her sister told her as Ellen got a short spreader bar out and eased it between her legs before easing it through Helen's. They were both straddling the bar and only about a foot from each other.
"When you lock your handcuffs, sis, make sure you run your lock through the eye bolt," Ellen instructed her sister, "now, the gags."
Helen had chosen to use her leather gag that looked very much like a small, black pear. It was comfortable to wear and she had learned to like the taste of leather. The taste always reminded her of bondage and sex and its smell was intoxicating. She pulled the straps around the back of her head and fastened them. It did not have a lock, but there would be no way she could remove it without her hands. Ellen had chosen her favorite red ball gag, and had fastened hers in place as well.
Next, Ellen picked up two pairs of nipple clamps with a small chain between them. She handed one of the pairs to Helen and threaded her own through the 'D' ring in front of her collar. Helen did the same. Ellen then selected the two clamps that were threaded through her sisters collar and clamped them onto her own nipples. Helen followed suit. The clamps would pull on the others nipples when each other moved.
The blindfolds were next. Helen's was a leather one lined with wool. This made sure that she could see nothing. Ellen had a similar one and Helen was sure her sisters was in place when she felt her sister starting the last part of their self-bondage adventure together.
Helen first made sure she had on her charm bracelet with her sisters keys dangling from it. Then, she carefully wrapped each of her wrists in her leather handcuffs and buckled it as tightly as she could. She had practiced this time and time again so she could do it blindfolded and today, her practice paid off. She reached down and picked up her padlock and first threaded the hasp through one of her handcuff's 'D' rings. Next she gathered the short length of chain between her ankles and threaded a link through the lock hasp. Gingerly, she threaded the eyebolt through the lock hasp before putting her other handcuff's 'D' ring onto the it. It was a tedious process, one made harder by her buzzing companions within her. But finally she was done and with a click, she was all locked up in a kneeling hogtie.
Through the movements of the spreader bar which ran between her legs and the tugs that pulled at her nipples, Helen could tell that her sister was also secured and was testing out her bonds. Helen began rocking her hips as well, pulling up on the bar so that she could hump it and force her buzzing vibrator deeper within her. She could imagine how her and her sister looked like, struggling naked and bound, letting the sensations ignite orgasm after orgasm.
Ellen moaned through her gag loudly. Helen could tell her sister was almost ready to come by her frantic movements and the staccato moans that formed behind her gag. Although identical twins, Ellen was definitely more vocal and boisterous in bed. Sitting here kneeling, Helen could feel her orgasm slowly building, a fiery pool ever rising to engulf her. The vibrator within her was pouring more gasoline onto her fire and when Ellen tugged upon her nipple clamps, it sent a shower of pleasure sparking throughout her body.
Helen could hear her sister's moans become more and more frantic as she writhed in her bindings until Ellen screamed and bucked on the other end of their spreader bar. Helen could picture her sister bucking and squirming, riding out her orgasm like a cowgirl on a bronco.
Ellen's thrusts and screams started to have an effect on Helen. She could feel the burning orgasm beginning to build higher and higher within her, burning her with pleasure. She too began to moan... long, deep moans as she rode her half of the spreader bar and the vibrator buried within her. Her butterfly hummed against her clit sending flame after flame tearing through her until she was engulfed in her own orgasm, bucking almost as wildly as her sister had.
The thrashings and moans from both sisters slowly waned as their orgasms tapered off, though the warmth still lingered within them like hot coals waiting to burst back into flame. Helen's butterfly was still singing against her clit and she knew that another orgasm was just a few moments away...
Chapter 2Derek nervously drummed his fingers on the coffee shop table and glanced up at the large round clock on the wall. He would give them a few more minutes before he went over and confronted Ellen and her lover. He had known for a while she had been cheating on him but he could never find out when they were meeting. Then he overheard a telephone call between his wife and her twin sister Helen two weeks ago. Ellen was talking about doing something naughty while he was at work this morning. He knew then that he had her. He loved her dearly and the thought of her in another man's arms caused a pain to race through his heart and his eyes to fill. He could not cry. He could not become angry. He knew marrying a younger woman would have it's downfalls, but he never thought Ellen would find solace in another man's arms.
Like she was right now.
Derek pulled out a couple of dollar bills and left them under his half drunk cup of coffee as he got up and left. He figured he would give them an hour. He could get enough on video tape to be useful if divorce came and things got nasty. He didn't want a divorce. Ellen was the love of his life; his one true love. But he would not be cuckolded.
Derek hated having to install hidden video cameras in their bedroom and the guestroom. The salesperson said they were state-of-the-art and far better than the normal security cameras that he had anticipated buying. He had the video recorders hidden in the garage as well as a small color television monitor. A cheaper system would have probably been the way to go, but Derek never went halfway on any electronics. He would be able to see in fine detail everything Ellen and her lover did.
It was a picture perfect autumn day. All the trees in the neighborhood had turned their golden oranges and reds and yellows and the leaves had drifted upon the sidewalks, lawns and streets. Derek pulled his car to a halt around the corner and slowly walked towards his house. He was surprised to see Helen's car pulled into the driveway, at least he thought it was Helen's black Saab. Probably not. Helen would be at work now, he supposed, sitting behind her loan desk. The Saab probably belonged to Ellen's lover boy.
As quietly as he could, Derek crept up the side of the garage and unlocked the side door. He felt like a burglar. The neighborhood seemed so quiet during the day. He sat down at his workbench and opened the cabinet that held the television monitor and the two tape machines. He could hear their whisper as they recorded.
Derek steeled himself as he turned on the television.
A picture of his bedroom came to life in full color and sound. To say he was shocked would have been the understatement of the year. The sight of his wife and her twin sister, bound and struggling on the bed, moaning in bliss, was not what he was expecting at all. No man making love to his wife. He switched between cameras to see if there was a man around. He didn't see one. He switched the video tape machine and rewound the recording tape and watched his wife and her sister bind themselves together and orgasm.
Again, he rewound the tape and watched as his wife and her sister. There was no mistaking it. They had tied themselves that way. Derek's mind was swirling and there was no mistaking the stiff ache behind his pants zipper.
It had always been a secret dream of his to make love to twins. Perhaps that is why he was attracted to Ellen at first. Of course, he never mentioned this, thinking that Ellen would think him a pervert... but now, now he knew just how kinky his wife was and perhaps he could make his dream come true... he would just come home early from work...
Then a devilish thought popped into his head...
The last of Ellen's third orgasm swirled through her like a whirlwind of pure bliss, however, her knees were beginning to ache from kneeling for so long in one position. There was no way of telling her sister this, especially since Helen was in the midst of her own orgasm judging by her low moans. They would be more comfortable on their sides so with a quick tug Ellen fell onto her side.
The nipple clamps yanked on both of their nipples, causing Helen to scream in pain as she toppled over. Ellen had prepared herself for it, so the brief painful tug was not as bad. In fact, the sharp tug on her nipples was like pouring lighter fluid on orange hot coals. Ellen was engulfed in another fiery orgasm, bucking against the pole between her legs. Her moans were so load she didn't even hear Derek creep into the room.
Derek stopped and watched both his wife and her sister writhing on the bed, hog-tied, gagged, blindfolded and both brunettes were nearly nude. Ellen, his wife, was wearing nothing but her birthday suit and the leather cuffs that bound her limbs. Her screams of pleasure drowned out those low moans that Helen uttered. Helen was indeed as beautiful as his wife... having the same full breasts and long legs and nicely rounded rear ends. Helen had dressed herself in a black, satin corset with seamed stockings; Covering little and framing everything. They were both as intoxicating as a fine Kentucky whiskey: dusky and smooth and sensual.
Derek smiled as he crept over to his wife, scissors in hand. With a quick snip, he cut the string attached to her frozen cube of keys, pocketing the keys in his jacket pocket. Quietly, he repeated the act on Helen. Now he had both the women's keys and without them, they could not hope to escape.
Both women continued to squirm in their bonds, oblivious to Derek as he went over to his answering machine and turned up the volume. Ellen had him install the answering machine speakers in every room so she could screen any messages left from anywhere in the house. Derek wanted to make sure she heard this one.
Quietly he crept out of the room and back down to the garage where the video tape machines were still humming away, recording everything. Derek turned off the sound and picked up his cell phone and carefully dialed the number to his home. The phone began to ring.
Ellen's fantasy of being captured by pirates dissolved when she heard her phone ring. She heard her message machine pick up and her husbands voice on the other end.
"Ellen... Ellen... are you there? Pick up, it's important," Derek said, "I guess you're not there. I forgot to tell you this morning that the window guy was going to be there this morning and he is going to do some measurements so we can get those tinted windows we talked about. If you're not there, that's okay because I gave him the spare key so he could let himself in. Call back if this a problem. See you tonight, Ellen-love, love you."
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