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THE WEB THEY WEAVED
T. S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people
living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please
stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depiction's of sex
and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for
those who wish to reenact anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that
wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com . Any
comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.
Part 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 tidious 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. . .
End of part one
This second part of the story will continue if there is enough interest.
Please let me know. You can reach me at FESSELN1@aol.com. Any comments are
welcome.
T. S.
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