THE LEATHER TWINS
By
Anne Gray
Chapter 3 - The Initiation of Amy.
After a few hours sleep Karen and I met in the kitchen for coffee and breakfast.
Then, dressed in tight one-piece black vinyl swimsuits and matching knee boots,
we went through to the playroom. Our house is a sprawling ranch bungalow on
four acres of land. It has a three-car garage and the playroom is behind the
garage through a door hidden in the back of a spare bedroom closet. The design
is such that unless you know where to look, or are looking down from directly
above, the windowless addition is not readily noticeable.
Susan had been immobilized the longest so we started with her. At the first
touch of our hands she started moaning through the gag and head covering and
continued to make plaintive noises as we removed the leather items restraining
her body.
When she was completely naked from the neck down we strapped her wrists together
behind her back and pulled her over to the washroom area. I forced her to sit
on the toilet while Karen pulled on a disposable plastic glove and reached in
the remove the butt plug and dildo. When Susan finished emptying her bladder we
moved her over to stand in the oversized shower area and used plastic ties to
fix her wrists to chrome rings on opposite walls and her ankles, legs about two
feet apart, to floor rings.
Only now did we take off the gag strap, unlace the helmet, remove the tape
around her mouth and pull out the gag. As the blindfold came off she blinked at
the light, saw the glass of water in my hand and drank as I held it for her.
When it was nearly empty Karen surprised her by forcing a plastic ball gag
between her teeth and fastening it behind her head.
The fun began when we each donned soft mitts, turned on the shower, and started
to soap her body. It was hard to resist spending extra time with my fingers
around her crotch so I didn't and she writhed trying to escape them. When Karen
finished washing our captive's long black hair I rinsed off the soap and we used
heavy towels to dry her.
With the gag still in we dressed her in a soft terry cloth robe, tied her firmly
into one of our special wheelchairs, and went repeat the entire process with
Amy.
Since neither knew the other had also been "acquired" it was funny to see the
surprised look on Susan's face as Amy's helmet came off and she recognized her
sister. Amy's reaction a few moments later was just as good.
When we finished Amy's cleanup we wheeled them through to the kitchen and warned
them that when the gags were removed it was only so they could eat the light
breakfast we had prepared; any talking would be severely punished. Despite the
warning Amy had only taken a few mouthfuls when she started to scream at us and
the gag was promptly reinserted. Susan was sobbing quietly but also had a
plastic ball forced between her teeth.
Wheeling them back to the playroom we let them sit while we changed. Seeing us
coming back into the room in matching black kid leather cat suits and high-
heeled leather boots made their eyes go wide. Our long blonde hair was held in
ponytails with black leather ribbons.
Everything we needed was readily at hand and we left Susan for the time being
and both approached Amy. First a blindfold so she could not see what was coming
then I released her right arm and twisted it out sideways so Karen could put an
elbow length kid glove on it. Amy decided to co-operate with the process after
I grabbed a handful of hair to hold her head still while Karen covered her
gagged mouth with tape.
Then we told her the choice was simple - do as you are told or else and pinched
her nostrils together. After 30 seconds I let go of her nose and she
straightened her fingers so the glove went on smoothly. Karen laced the glove
tightly to the elbow, pulled a short disposable plastic glove over the hand to
protect the leather and, squeezing Amy's fingers together over her thumb, taped
it from wrist to fingertips.
A tight pointed leather mitt with a metal ring at the tip completed the process.
Attaching the ring to the arm of the chair we moved around and did the same to
her left hand. Pulling her from the chair we worked her into a leather jacket
that had a high neck, 2" diameter holes in each bra cup and sleeves down to the
elbow. It closed down the back and we forced her face down on the floor
attached the finger rings to floor bolts and pulled on the laces until the edges
met.
Once the back was closed and her breasts forced out through the bra holes we
each laced one of the sleeves to the gloves. A short strap started at the nape
of Amy's neck, split to cross her shoulders and then came together again and
went down between her breasts to attach to the jackets waist belt. The end at
the back of her neck held a small snap hook and we each took one of her arms and
forced them up her back so we could slip the finger rings on to the hook.
With her arms between her shoulder blades we ran a wide strap around her elbows
and pulled on it until her forearms were touching for their full length. Since
we had forced them in the same position for the overnight hours we knew she was
flexible enough to handle the strain. The effect was to force even more of her
breasts to bulge through the holes and we tightened laces around the base of
each cup.
We pulled her over to a leather covered doctor's examining table we had spent a
lot of time modifying. Once we had her back down on the table we fitted and
then strapped her feet into metal stirrups at the end of hinged metal rods and
adjusted them so her legs were bent but held wide apart. Straps across her
waist and upper chest kept the rest of her body still.
Before taking the next step we wheeled Susan over so she had a front row seat to
see her sister's treatment. The table was made with hinged flaps at either end
and we dropped the one at Amy's feet to allow us to get close in between her
legs. As Karen worked a plastic sheet under Amy's buttocks I went to the sink
for a bowl of warm water and the shaving equipment.
Karen started the job with a small pair of scissors and then I took over and
carefully shaved her crotch area. A little astringent when I finished, being
sure not to get any in her vagina, and we were ready to continue.
Talking softly to her I told Amy to think about who had the upper hand as I
gently slid the lubricated butt plug into her puckered rosebud. Twisting it as
I did so I moved it in and out a few times just for fun. Now Karen had her turn
with a 7" dildo and she wasn't quite as gentle which drew loud grunts from the
recipient. Later Amy would get another surprise since both items now inside her
were remote controlled vibrators loaded with fresh batteries.
Handling her easily we pulled on a pair of latex panties followed by kid leather
toreador pants that laced down the back of each leg from knee to ankle. She was
ready for the thigh boots with 7" heels. It took both of us to start the boots
over each foot and they stretched her insteps into straining arches. They had
to be laced up their full length and we each did one, taking our time and making
sure the laces were tight, smooth and even. There was a D ring on the outside of
each knee.
We pulled her off the table and fitted another wide belt around her waist and
under the points of her bound elbows. Both of us pulled at it to get it as
tight as possible. There were reinforced fastening points around the belt and
the first thing we used them for was to pull a crotch strap between her legs and
buckle it front and back.
There were two vertical poles 30" apart on one side of the room. They were
bolted to the floor and ceiling and we moved Amy over to stand between them.
Short chains went from D rings on each side of the waist belt to brackets just
above waist height on the poles. Two additional ones went to brackets just
above shoulder height from the heavy epaulettes on her jacket.
I clamped a small diameter bar between the poles just above the back of the
girl's knees. Standing behind her we each grabbed an ankle and, pulling her
legs off the ground, bent them up around the bar. We crossed them at the ankle
and used strong cord to bind them together. More cord went through the rings at
the toe of each boot and was pulled tight to each side of the waist belt.
Still using cord through the rings at her knees we pulled and tied her legs wide
apart to the poles. Her tightly bound leather encased body was now suspended
between the poles and we went to work on her head. She was crying after we
removed the ball gag and blindfold and her sister was sobbing through her gag as
she watched us complete Amy's outfit.
Rubber plugs filled her ears and then a tight rubber bathing cap went over her
head and we tucked in her hair before pulling the chin strap tightly across and
fastening it under her left ear. She tried to resist me filling her mouth with
a large gag that had grooves top and bottom for her teeth but a quick twist on a
nipple by Karen caused her to open wide and I pushed it in. Karen wrapped two
or three turns of tape across Amy's mouth and around her head to seal the gag in
place.
Hollow leather inserts slid into her nostrils and then we fitted the black kid
leather helmet over her head and Karen laced it down the back as I smoothed out
any wrinkles. The neck of the helmet laced to the collar of the jacket and now
just her eyes and the tops of her breasts were free of a leather second skin.
The wide gag strap buckled firmly over her mouth and had D rings on each side
just under her ears. Cord from the rings to the side poles held her head facing
forwards and another ring in the top of the helmet allowed us to attach a strap
through it and over a cross bar just above her head.
Taking two narrow pieces of leather ribbon we each rolled one of her nipples
between our fingers until they reacted and we knotted the ribbons tightly, in
neat bows, around their bases.
Amy had been initiated into our leather and bondage lifestyle.
