THE LEATHER TWINS
Chapter 21 - It Never Rains But It Pours!
By
Anne Gray
I was playing gentle tongue tag with Susan and gradually building towards yet
another explosive release. As we lay facing each other on my bed I chased her
studded tongue around behind the ring gag that kept her mouth wide open for me
and fondled her erect ring pierced nipples with one hand. My other arm was
under her neck holding her head close to me and the belt around our waists made
sure that the lower part of our bodies were snugly melded together.
I hoped Karen was having just as good a time in her own room with Amy.
The double vibrating dildo was buried inside us beautifully doing its job yet
again. Of course I was a lot more comfortable than Susan. The crotch strap
between our legs, in her case, also held in a very large, knobbed butt plug and
her arms were locked behind her in a tight leather arm binder. The thigh high,
heelless ballet boots were laced smoothly up her legs that, in turn, were held
just slightly apart by the ankle spreader bar.
Compared to some of the bondage we had inflicted on her and her sister over the
last few months this was pretty mild. Add in the fact that I had been able to
bring her to orgasm twice in the last little while and it was a bonus for her.
Pulling her head away from mine for a moment I could see in the soft light of my
bedroom that her eyes were closed as she tried to fight uselessly against the
inevitable.
Then it happened. It had been raining on and off most of the day but now there
was a steady beating against the window and all of a sudden a flash of
lightening followed almost immediately by a crash of thunder overhead.
Susan's head jerked against the hold I had on a handful of her lovely black
tresses; her eyes flew open filled with fear and her entire body started to
tremble.
All thought of my approaching climax left me as I reached down, pulled a blanket
up over us and, uncharacteristically, cuddled her to me as the storm raged.
The next morning I told Karen that at least one of our houseguests was petrified
of thunder and lightening. She smiled and said they both are because virtually
the same thing had happened in her bed. The difference was that when she
realized what was happening she just stuffed a couple of plugs in Amy's ears,
laced her into a full leather discipline helmet and picked up where she had left
off.
I should have thought of that!
Over breakfast Karen had that far away look in her eyes that told me she was
hatching a new idea to entertain our two bondage sisters. When she finally
surfaced, reached for a pad and started making a list and then suggested we go
for a drive I knew I was right.
Still in their arm binders and boots we filled their lower openings with large
vibrating plugs; strapped them face to face and installed a double gag that had
their noses touching. We would be gone for a few hours but the batteries were
new and they would not get much rest.
Through a cyber friend we had been advised some time ago that a new, very
discreet, fetish store had opened in a city about an hours drive away from our
home and that's where we headed.
It was a treasure chest of a store, more like a warehouse of glorious leather,
PVC, latex and everything else the heart desired. The small staff of experts
immediately understood what we had in mind and was happy to take our money. We
let them think that the purchases were for us and they didn't even show the
slightest smirk as they measured Karen and I. Since Susan and Amy were the same
as size us we knew everything would fit them perfectly.
On the way back home we visited several hardware stores until we had found
everything on Karen's list and then spent a few hours each day for the next week
putting it together in the garden.
We tried Karen's set up twice but the weatherman didn't co-operate, now we were
going for number three and it looked promising.
We moved the two-foot square platforms to the middle of the playroom. They were
only 4" off the floor with swiveling caster wheels at each corner. Adjustable
poles were bolted to the center of each one and they were very stable; they had
to be considering what would be on them!
Each of our cast members had been securely laced and strapped into an upper
torso corset that locked their arms up in the familiar reverse prayer position
and accented their waists with boned leather. Ball gags kept them quiet while
we worked on them. Their legs were encased in black rubber boots that laced up
to the thigh. The boots held their feet in the en pointe position but did have
short heels as well; these were more of a hook that would come in play later in
the set up.
We screwed the curved crotch rests on the top of each post and put a stretcher
bar on Amy to keep her legs apart. With a harness from the ceiling pulley we
pulled her up and then with Karen at the back and me at the front we shoved a
butt plug and dildo all the way up inside her. These were rather special in
that although they were made from hard rubber they were also studded all over
with small metal knobs. Thin wires dropped down from them and were taped to the
outside of one ankle. Once the flanges were firmly against her flesh I slipped
the curved hard rubber piece on to the short bolts that protruded from each one
and we swung her over the post before lowering her on the crotch rest.
The bolts came through the holes in the rest and were secured with wing nuts.
Removing the stretcher bar we forced her legs against the post and adjusted it
until the short heels on the boots hooked over the cross bar set in it and
strapped her ankles together.
Further adjustments with the pole made sure that, since the toes of the boots
did not touch the platform, Amy was taking only a small portion of her weight on
the foot bar; all the rest was concentrated at her crotch. Once that was done
we strapped her legs above and below the knees and started to lace on a long,
boned leather sheath that ran from her waist to below her knees.
She was immovably welded to the post up to her crotch and then the boned leather
torso corset took over and kept the rest of her stiffly upright.
We did the same to Susan.
With the two sisters completely helpless we could each work on one and that made
things go a bit faster, not that we were in any hurry when we were enjoying
ourselves!
Each girl had her personal gag installed and strapped in place and a rubber cap
pulled over her hair. We didn't bother with earplugs because when we were
finished, while muffled, they should be able to hear what was going on. The
goggles I fitted over Susan's eyes had extra wide rubber flanges around them so
that they reached halfway up her forehead and fitted almost to the tip of her
nose. They were red; Amy's were black.
We screwed short rubber tubes in the threaded nostril inserts that were now a
permanent fixture on our guests and started on the helmets. The difference from
the leather discipline helmets we usually used was just that these were rubber
and the colour of each matched the goggles. When they were tightly laced we
noticed that the rubber seemed to form to the face even better in some ways than
leather but the gag straps tended to stretch and had to be pulled in an extra
notch.
Now it was time for the coats. They were not capes but armless coats of medium
weight rubber, one red and one black, fashioned after the trench style but with
the addition of a hood. I settled Susan's around her shoulders, tucked the
large left lapel up under the right one and then started buttoning it every 4"
all the way to the bottom just above the platform.
The wide belt further pulled in the already fitted waist of the coat and I moved
around her to take the small strap that hung from the triangular over cape and
attach it to the middle of the belt. This extra layer fell seamlessly from
across the width of her shoulders to a point at the small of her back. Once I
had it attached it disguised even further the bulge of her harshly doubled up
arms. Around the front the two oversized storm flaps also strapped down to the
opposite sides of her waist.
Now the hoods came up and the velcro strip lining the inside edge was matched up
with its partner framing their faces on the helmets and goggles. Once these
were firmly pressed together the seal was completed and the two girls were, well
you might say, they were waterproof!
But we were not quite finished.
They were called sou'westers and we had to work to get them properly settled
over all the other stuff on their heads. Once they were firmly in place we took
the overly long rubber straps that fell from the earflaps and crossed them under
the chin then back around to the front again where they were secured with a
double bow.
The last piece was a face protector.
First we lined up the nose tubes with the two holes in the center of the
protectors and then used the press-studs down each side to attach them tightly
across their faces to the edges of the hoods. There were further studs at the
bridge of the nose and under their chins that completed the seals. With the
brims of the sou'westers extending 3" out from their foreheads everything was
protected.
The wires from the plugs attached to a connection on the platforms.
It had been raining steadily for the last couple of hours and now we put on our
own rain gear and pushed one red statue and one black one out in to the garden.
The way our house was designed there was a roof over the patio that extended
about 15' and Karen's plan had called for us to add a half circle of paving
stones in the lawn out from the patio and then back to it.
It had not been hard, even for us, to attach a metal collar and track around the
base of the center post holding up the patio roof and from it extended two10'
metal pipes. Karen had even doctored the motor that rotated pipes in a circle.
I pushed Susan out to the end of the pipe in the garden while Karen did the same
for Amy under the patio.
The platforms had sockets that we pushed the end of the pipes into and locked
them in place. I patted Susan's rubber covered cheek as the steady rain drops
started to make her rubber rainwear glisten all over and looked through the lens
of the goggles to see the fear as she realized what we had set them up for.
In the lounge Karen and I crossed our fingers that the weather forecast would
become a fact and looked through the picture window at Susan and Amy. We were
only partway through our first glass of wine when we saw the a streak of
lightening followed after a few moments with a crash of thunder.
"Yeah, it works!" Karen reacted as the two figures outside started to move in a
circle and Amy ended up out in the garden with Susan now under the roof. The
secret was a sound detector that activated the motor and thunder was more than
enough to make it work. But as they changed places the movement activated the
plugs buried deeply inside them, teasing, tormenting but not satisfying.
It was a beautiful storm that never seemed to end and our two rubber covered
victims changed positions many, many times. After a little while we again put
on our own raincoats and with large umbrellas went out to check on the sisters.
The look in their eyes, after we wiped the lenses with a tissue, was priceless
and we knew that if they every tried to act up we would just have to say:
"Hey, it looks like rain!"
