The Closet

THE CLOSET

Part Four

Chapter One

       The Florida Keys, Key West to be exact.  That time of year again, Halloween, Mardi Gra, Carnival, bits and pieces of all wrapped into the week long event on the southern most tip of the Continental United States.  Bringing the sisters, both developing into tentative but mostly cooperative submissives, the thoughts of showing them off, publicly and privately humiliating, punishing them in such a celebration of debauchery will certainly make this his most enjoyable trip down here, ever.  And, there’s been some more then memorial occasions over the past couple decades with his annual participation.

       The motor coach decked out, more expensive then most small mansions, it’s equipped for the event.  Luxurious in most upper class ways, yet with the special area in the matching custom built enclosed trailer equipped for his domineering lifestyle towed behind, he’s welcomed, even requested in more then a few of the hottest spots for the more hardcore celebrations, and exhibitions.

       Maneuvering the lone route into the Keys, a roadside stop for campers along the western coast, a favorite spot of his for the first stop to spend a late afternoon and night usually preparing his girl of choice for the festivities, now he has the pair of them to enjoy.  Time to let them get use to being pretty much naked for the duration of the trip, maybe the tiniest of thong bikinis, maybe a couple accessories like stilettos and occasional sunglasses, their bodies will be bronzed from head to toe by the time its time to head back north.

       The same preferred double parking pad reserved, the perfect view of the water in the center of the park, like a castle among huts, the motor coach makes its presence immediately felt in the nearly full site as it pulls to stop.  The early evening’s about to become a lot more interesting for the unexpected tourists.

       Glancing back toward the girls already made up, not much more then strings for bikinis, both matching skimpy sets nude colored, the girls are quite the sight.  Nearly perfectly toned, the past few weeks of intense workouts chiseling their already impressive bodies, they appear more like twins then sisters several years apart.  Hair in tight single woven braids hanging behind their shoulders, their bodies evenly tanned sans a tan line, obviously freshly body waxed, little’s left to the imagination with the spaghetti straps disappearing up the crevices of their butt cheeks and the outer edges of the tan ovals of their areolas likewise exposed.

       ‘See what there is of that beach out front?’  Still sitting in the lounge chair size driver’s seat, the view of the crystal bluish-green water, he nods toward the beginning of the sunset, the sky a crimson hue, a postcard setting.  ‘Okay, time to practice for the Key, getting use to showing off some skin, show a little kinkiness.  Go out there and take a stroll; hold hands and dip those bare feet in the water, and while you let the water splash around your ankles, walk on down toward the far end of the park past those campfires they’re starting up where I want you to give each other a nice long French kiss while you hug on each other.  Then, you can turn around and come back nice and slow after you walk out into the water till your tits are submerged.  Then come back and towel each other off before you come back in the coach.  Oh, and don’t disappoint me, keep those shoulders back, chests out, hands stay below your waists until you’re ready to dry one another off,  and don’t cover-up anywhere that somehow gets uncovered, understand?’

Glancing from one girl to the other, he warns.  ‘You should be getting use to my rules by now, don’t make me have to use a crop on those tits before we even get down to Key West itself.  Remember, if you touch your tits for any reason, I’ll whip ‘em and if I punish one of you for an indiscretion, I’ll punish both of you, remember that.  Now, I’m sure we don’t want any welts marring that hard body look you’ve both worked so hard to obtain for this trip, do we?’

       Giving barely noticeable nods, glancing apprehensively toward one another, obediently toward him, he watches, enjoys their looks, the expressions of anticipation, of nervousness as they hesitate to move, to step toward the motor coach’s side door.

‘Go on, get your butts out there, show ‘em off like you’re enjoying yourselves.  Now!  And leave a couple towels on the front of the motor home to dry each other off with.’

Jodi first, Jessica close behind, the door opens.  Watching them step out, the door shutting, glancing through the front glass he watches for the campers, the group that’ll obviously respond as the girls step toward the front of the motor home toward the water.  Appearing even tanner with the setting sun causing their freshly oiled bodies to glisten, the micro outfits even better then having them naked in his mind as the nude colored thongs meld with their flesh tones, he admires his handiwork, appreciates the fact he can have such utter control of not one but two gorgeous girls on this trip.

The short stroll to the water, hand in hand as instructed, their rounded butts nearly bare swaying in unison, they’re quick to draw even more attention then the motor coach.  Stepping into the water, the handful of bathers spread thin staring at what appears to be naked women; they begin their journey up the coastline as he watches.  Slow steps, faces embarrassingly downturned, he can just imagine their thoughts as their ankles splash through the gentle surf past the awestruck men, the equally obviously peeved women taking in their every step.

Past the campfires with a several minute jaunt, finally turning back, a hug and that tongue swallowing kiss, wadding deeper out into the water, he watches as they slowly return to even larger groups of more then curious onlookers.  Followed by a handful of men, boys, obviously being approached, addressed, wading out deeper and deeper, their breasts finally submerged, hair floating in the waters, he continues to watch their expressions, focuses on them making their way back until at last stepping back into the shallower water.

Having quickly become the center of the camp’s attention, chests, waists, hips raising from the shallow surf with each step inward, Jodi’s breasts totally bared by the current, Jessica’s left breast swaying free, again their white knuckled fists clench together as they step onto the sandy beach, make a slow but straight line toward the coach as both of their practically naked bodies beading with body oil continue to glisten in the setting sun.  Reaching the towels, each grabbing one, taking turns they wipe, swipe each other from neck to ankles, breasts bare, the thong’s strings disappearing into their drenched flesh as the onlookers mount.

The door swinging open, Jodi, Jessica stepping inside with wet towels in hand, the door shuts behind them.  Faces flushed, bare flesh shimmering, their eyes remain downcast as they stand obediently side by side facing the front.  A press of a button on the dash, the curtain drawing slowly shut across the front windshield, he gives an acknowledging smile as he reaches for the towels.

‘Go ahead, strip naked and kneel in your proper poses.’

His voice precise, he watches as they obey, kneel, backs of hands on spread thighs, shoulders arching back, breasts jaunting outward, apart, goose bumps, rock hard nipples forming puckered mounds highlight their poses of submissiveness.  Standing, stepping the few steps toward the girls, he glances from one to the other, their eyes properly trained on the floor down in front of them.  Reaching down, fingers gripping Jodi’s string of a top, slipping it out over her breasts, her shoulders, he reaches over toward Jessica, slips the wet string away from her breasts.

‘Slip the bottoms off, leave them on the floor behind you then assume the pose again.’

His order being instantly obeyed in unison, their breasts swaying, jiggling as they slip the bottom strings down past their thighs, their feet, he tosses the pair of bikini tops on the floor beside them.

‘Okay, we’ll let them dry out; you’ll be wearing them time and again for the next week, and if not, maybe even less.’  He smirks as he steps between the pair, cups Jodi’s right breast, Jessica’s left.  ‘You know you’ll be more or less naked most of the time, so get used to it.’ Feeling the coolness, the nipples hard but cold, the goose bumps circling their breasts noticeable to his fingertips, he tweaks each nipple, compares Jodi’s slightly firmer breast to Jessica’s slightly larger.

‘Think you ought to warm those nipples up, get those tits’s circulation to return after being submerged in that cold water?’  He asks as he again cups the same breasts.  ‘Turn, face each other, press those tits together, flatten ‘em nipple to nipple.  Cup your sister’s breasts in the palms of your hands; pull ‘em against your own chests, then tongue each other, deep, deeper and longer then out there.’

Jessica the first to begin to turn, Jodi following, reaching out, palming each other’s breasts, they shuffle their knees awkwardly toward one another, nipples flattening, breasts bulging as they press together.  Leaning forward with their shoulders arching back, faces inches apart; they can’t help staring into one another’s eyes as their nipples disappear into each other’s bulging titflesh.  Knowing quite well how he’s into having them do each other, go down on each other, licking, sucking each others tits, clit for his amusement, they press their tongues outward, between each other’s parted lips.

‘That’s it, yes, now lower your hands, grab your ankles and lean closer together, keep those tits flattened between you while you deep throat each other.’

Hands dropping, faces flattening together as their naked bodies tilt even further forward, he steps slowly around the pair, takes in their shimmering bare flesh, their spreading butt cheeks, their knees touching even as they spread across the floor.

‘Keep those tits grinding together; keep those nipples in line, nubs to nubs until I decide what I want you to do next.’  He instructs as he grips the end of Jessica’s braid, feels the wetness in his fingertips.  Watching their torsos pressed firmly together, their cheeks flushing; he enjoys what he’s forcing them to do, enjoys playing with their minds.  ‘You’re going to play this game for me now before we call it a night.  First one that doesn’t obey quickly enough or enthusiastically enough gets to stand by the windshield for at least an hour with clothespins on each nipple and clit while posing spread-eagled.  I’m sure there’s plenty of curious onlookers’ still out there keeping an eye on the motor home, understand?’

Stepping back toward his seat, sitting, he watches the girls, watches as they perform for him, tongues each other, grinds their breasts together,  anticipates his next instructions.  It could be a long night.    

Chapter Two

       Off the crowded streets of Key West Jodi and Jessica are surrounded by some of the revilers all with the same ideas, body painting for the festivities.  Standing in their sling shot bikinis, even more revealing then the string bikinis of the past night if possible, they’re drawing considerable attention with their freshly waxed bodies while they await their turn to be painted.  Standing off to the side, he’s discussing his ideas, his adamant plans for what he wants done.  Again he’s going to have the best looking of the lot to parade around, this time a matching pair.

       Jodi first, she steps up onto the small podium in the center of the fetish store’s open air courtyard.  Slipping off her one piece thong, she stares straight ahead as she arches, shuffles her feet apart in their six inch stilettos.  The partiers’ on the streets adding to the other onlookers, customers, her naked body already draws considerable attention away from the few others being costumed in their various degrees of body paint around the normally tattoo shop.  A pair of artists, their brushes slashing, twirling, her bare flesh receives the colors, transformed into the realistic likeness of his idea.  An hour give or take, she stands finished.

       Jessica stripping on cue, she takes her place on the podium.  The same rigid pose, the brushes doing their design as the curious onlookers mount, he continues to watch her bronzed body transforming into his idea for her, completing the theme involving her sister.

       ‘There, just what I wanted, perfect.’  His voice pleased, taking in the sister’s appearances, he nods for the girls to follow him inside.  ‘The painting’s done, now to finish your costumes.’  Into the back dressing room with the shop owner and his assistant, the door closed, the items he’s requested are on the counter.  ‘Let’s start with Jodi.’

       Up a step onto the podium in the center of the floor, again assuming the pose exposing herself to what’s to be done to complete her theme, she stares straight ahead, silent.

       ‘She needs a badge on her left tit.’ He nods toward the shop owner.  ‘Pinning it right through the nipple should do.’

       ‘Pierce it first, Tom?’  The owner suggests as he steps closer to the podium, palms Jodi’s bare breast, cups, forces the firm mound to swell for his inspection.  ‘Straight up and down, a vertical piercing first to allow the thicker badge pin through, right?’

       An approving nod, he answers.  ‘Yea, minimal bleeding that way, then the same with her clit, too.’

       ‘Yes, of course, the ‘O’ ring down there to finish off the bottom of her costume.’  The store owner nods in acknowledgement as he steps back a step, watches Jodi’s breast bounce, jiggle to a standstill.  ‘Nice touch, sets off her painted costume just right, I don’t know where you come up with the ideas Tom, you exceed yourself every year it seems.’

       ‘Well, this year, I’ve got this pair to work with.’  He smiles.  ‘Twice the bodies to play with to dazzle the crowds, and the judges.’

       ‘Twice the hot bodies.’  The owner grins as he locates a packaged hypodermic needle, opens it.  ‘Now, no antiseptic, right?’

‘Of course not.’  Tom nods in mock disdain as he glances up toward Jodi’s widening eyes.  ‘She likes some pain; now she’s going to learn it even more intensely in stages.  She’s probably going to wet herself with the piercings, especially the clit.’

‘Okay, she’d allowed to cup her hands behind her neck to push that tit out for this?’

‘Sure.’  Tom nods as he focuses toward the fresh needle being raised toward Jodi.  ‘You heard the man, push that tit out for him.  And, lock your fingers behind your neck and stay that way ‘till he’s done.’

Apprehensively raising her arms, gripping her fingers until white knuckled behind her neck, she’s got that special look in her darting eyes, Tom thinks to himself as he soaks in her responses.  Her obvious anguish both physically and mentally of seeing the needle being pressed ever so closer to her quivering breast excites him, especially with her accepting the piercing without the usual bindings.  But, he knows the thought of her clit being pierced is much more disturbing to her, and that’s what really can’t be hidden by her eyes, and that’s even more exciting to him.

Having Jessica at his side, sensing her well deserved nervousness, he feels even more invigorated as he cups her butt cheek, gently squeezes the firm rump.  Leaning close to her ear as he watches the owner gripping Jodi’s bare breast, press the needle’s tip onto the  upper edge of the puckered nub of her nipple, glancing down at Jessica’s painted breasts, he quietly whispers.  ‘Your turn’s next, just watch how she handles her piercings.’

‘Ahhhh, oohhhhh!’

Jodi grunts, groans as her breast bulges into a multi colored rounded mound between the shop owners’s encircling fingers, the nub swelling even as the needle sinks inward on the puckering areola, her free breast bouncing, swaying while her naked body twitches to each placid jab.  Three, four trusts, the tip finally piercing the hardened nub, her blurring eyes dart downward toward the pain, toward the ‘plopping’ sound of the razor sharp tip breaking, entering flesh.

‘Uuuuuuuuuummmppphhh!’

Her grunt as extended as the time the lower portion of her nipple protrudes downward on the pointed tip of the pushing needle before another ‘plop’ reveals the sharp metal exiting her sensitive flesh; her knees momentarily buckle as tears trails off her cheeks.

‘Okay, okay.’  The shop keeper nods as he slides the needle back and forth a couple times, just a trickle or so of blood oozing onto his fingertips.  Slipping the needle completely though, seeing a bead of crimson on either edge of her nipple, he nods his approval.  ‘Now for the badge.’  A star, a mock sheriff star in one hand, again palming her globular mound in the other, forcing it to swell, the thicker tip of the badge’s pin centers on the oozing hole, disappears down into the swelling nub.

‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’

Again her guttural response corresponding with the thick pin impaling its way through her stretching flesh, the tip appearing across the distorted areola, he flicks the reddened pin shut on the tin star’s clasp.

Jiggling, bouncing her breast a couple times in the palm of his hand, stepping back a step, he glances toward Tom, Jessica.  ‘Not bad, huh?’

Squeezing tighter on Jessica’s rump, another glance down over her shoulder toward her own breasts, the areolas, nipples thickening into hardening, puffy nubs, Tom smiles as he glances back toward Jodi, her tears dripping off her chin, streaking across her painted chest, the glistening star standing so high as it jiggles with each rasping breath on her shielded nipple.

‘Yes, perfect.’  Now for her clit.’

Sensing Jessica’s reflexive tremors across his fingertips still on her hip, focusing on Jodi’s welling eyes, he nods toward the podium.  ‘Straighten up; spread those thighs so he can get at that clit.’

A noticeable if brief pleading nod from side to side, her face flushing, Jodi’s feet shuffle while her fists clench behind her dampening hair.  Her knees jerkily parting as she glances back toward the store keeper, that needle again in his fist as he approaches, her eyes roll as she gnaws across her lower lip.  An assistant stepping behind, gripping her buttocks, the shop owner’s free hand reaching out, finger and thumb parting the painted folds of her labium, the pink nub of her clit fully exposed, he squeezes, puffs the nub outward between her quivering thighs.

Eyes connecting, Jodi’s, Tom’s, he feels the surge inside, the sexual excitement as he allows his thumb to slip down into the crevice of Jessica’s buttocks.  Jodi’s parting lips, the tears she stares through, the multi shaded trembling body sporting his idea of her painted costume, he senses the stiffening between his own thighs, his cock throbbing as the store keepers glistening needle presses against the pinkest of flesh up on the podium.

Tugging on Jessica’s shoulder as his thumb finds the rim of her anus; he lifts, guides more then forces her to shuffle around in front of him.  Spreading her butt cheeks, the sounds of Jodi’s whimpers, Jessica’s grunts as he grips his free arm behind her elbows twisting them tightly behind her back, bows her chest outward as he thrusts forward into her obviously moist sex, his groin throbs as he feels the crown of his shaft penetrate, spread her vaginal walls even as the tip of his thumb ‘plops’ past her rectal muscles, jams into her rectum.

‘Aaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!’

Jodi’s loudest response yet, Jessica’s painted breasts bouncing, swaying as she also grunts with each forced breath, ramming, withdrawing, ramming again his swollen cock presses into her wet vagina, the vaginal walls encompassing his manhood like a slippery, taut glove.

Harsh thrusts, loud grunts, seeing the needle jamming through Jodi’s swelling clit, he slams his thighs across Jessica’s buttocks, watches, senses the surging so deep inside mounting to a near orgasm even as the shop keeper aligns the ‘O’ ring, presses it open with his tool, clamps it into Jodi’s stretched clit.

Her scream, Jessica’s rasping grunts, his shaft pulsing, throbbing, exploding his load deep inside her sex, his legs tremble as his cock again spurts, spurts again deep inside her while he grips her waist with a hand, holds his thighs firmly against her quivering legs.  His own long deep rasping breath, a stiffened stance, Jessica slumping back in his grip, he watches the shop keeper step back, Jodi bow, twist on the podium to finally stager to an upright position, her painfully completed outfit finished, for now.

Her flesh shimmering in perspiration, the designed body paint, mostly blue, black, white, all giving her the appearance of her wearing a disheveled police uniform, the blouse so erotically offered as being ripped wide open across her chest  in skimpy tatters revealing the inner, outer curves, the under-globes of her bare breasts, the also torn trousers hip hugging down to painted hip boots, the shaded belt buckle open, the zipper slid down revealing her cuntlips, then of course the glistening of the badge, the ‘O’ ring gains his attention.  The only items not actually painted over her bare flesh, the badge covering a shaded nipple, the real ‘O’ ring appears to be secured to the bottom rings of a pair of dark straps stretching up across her shoulders, resembling a bandilaro belt.

So exotic, erotic, realistic, he nods at the perfection even as he allows his still semi-erect shaft to slip out from between Jessica’s buttocks.  Glancing down across her shoulder as the shop keeper helps Jodi from the podium, taking in the multiple stripes of Jessica’s just as revealing, painted tattered prisoner’s uniform, he knows he’ll be mounting Jodi as her sister receives her piercings, even more ingenious add-ons to finish her half of his theme.

End Part Four