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MIRROR IMAGE
Deviously manipulating a pair of women into an evening of erotic sex, both individually involved in their own playful bondage with him previously, he dresses the pair in identical fetish gear and introduces them into his game.
Chapter One
Guiding her into the bedroom, her nakedness, her all black leather and latex bondage paraphernalia mirroring the other woman already standing silent at the foot of the bed facing the doorway, both are blindfolded with full covering bondage hoods molded to fit their faces. Eyes covered, only their bright red puffy lips exposed from the tightly stitched ‘O’ ring slots beneath the perforations allowed for their nostrils, their dark hair in braided trim loops upward from slits stitched into the tops of the hoods before spreading, flowing above their shoulders. The restraint cuffs affixed to their ankles, wrists and upper arms all identical, even their six inch stilettos the same size, both women are of close to the same height, both their tanned supple bodies freshly shaven from the neck down glistening with generous coats of lotion accentuating their exotic appearances.
Facing the pair just inches apart in front of one another, their similarly firm breasts jaunt outward, spreading, separating as their shoulders arch back from the restraints of the taut straps behind their backs affixed to their upper arms. Hands down toward their sides, the palms resting on the curves of their hips, their bright red fingernail polish matches perfectly with their lipstick. Close enough to sense one another, their nipples rising, lowering, practically touching as they breathe through their masks, he slowly steps around the pair, guiding the supple leather crop in his clenched fist across one’s shoulder, then the others, forcing them even closer together. Watching as their once flat areolas erotically brush across one another’s, the nipples hardening simultaneously as their areolas shrivel from the sensations of touching the other woman’s bare flesh, he’s ready to begin.
“The rules are as was explained,” he quietly speaks, steps around the pair again while letting the crop flutter across one woman’s rounded hip, then the other’s. “Remember, positively I’m the only one to speak at anytime, your responses will just be affirmative nods,” he continues as he slips the crop down between the fronts of the women’s thighs, lets the flexing tip flick back and forth between their sloping pubic mounds, watches their twitching bodies reflexive responses.
Kneeling, glancing between their glistening legs, using the tip of the crop, he slips it upward across the tight, smooth folds of the labium of the woman to his left. Spreading the folds gently apart, he inspects the pinkish nub of her clitoris. “You’ll respond to the name of B as instructed, understand?” Glancing upwards as he lets the tip of the crop flatten across her clit for her acknowledgement, he sees the affirmative nod of the mask along with hearing the slightest of a moan from her parted lips.
Slipping the crop downward, flicking it between the other woman’s thighs, separating the puffier lips of her labium, he examines her clitoris. Flicking the crop gently back and forth, watching the stretching folds spread, momentarily cling to the leather tip, he senses her thighs quivering as he hears her quiet groan. “You’ll answer to “J’ by just a nod,” he orders as he compares the differences of the pair of vaginas, both freshly shaven, glistening between the slightest of parts between their given thighs. Standing, again pacing a slow circle around his pair of bound women, satisfied with the preciseness of the restraints he’s applied to both, he stops beside them, leans toward the ear perforations of their masks, calmly orders, “Time to begin... Any hesitation will bring a rapid correction with the crop, applied to the other lady, of course… Now Lean forward… Start by kissing one another on the lips, sensuously.… Use your tongues too.”
Raising the crop between the pair, letting its flat tip slide between their breasts until they press together, he watches as the black masks also press forward, the ruby red protruding lips finding one another’s. Both masks tilting, their mouths pressing together, the tip of J’s tongue’s the first to slip outward, to disappear between B’s parting, receptive lips.
“That’s my girls,” he smiles as he slips the crop from between their breasts, continuing with his instructions, “Rub those nipples together too, both sets, press ‘em into each other’s while you kiss…. Nubs against nubs.”
Again immediate responses from both, their glistening bodies pressing forward, the masks gently tilting, twisting, their breasts stretch, flatten together, the dark nipples disappearing beneath their expanding tit flesh pressing outward between their arched back arms. Stepping around, watching their naked bodies rubbing together, hearing the slightest of moans between breaths as the pair of tongues flick from one set of parting lips to the other, he lets the crop glide upward across B’s butt cheeks, the tip then tracing downward into the crevice below the small of her back.
“Use your fingers B… Spread J’s cuntlips and massage her clit for her,” he directs while he watches B’s thighs quivering as he curls the tip of the crop upward into her moist slit from behind.
“Oomph!” Moaning as her hands lift forward, barely able to stretch outward from her flexing sides as the strap remains taut behind her bowing shoulders, B struggles, her fingertips flexing as her manicured nails trace across the front of J’s thighs, searching for her labia. “Oomph!” Another moan as the crop flexes, the tip flicking between her own parting labium, B grips J’s moist folds between her fingernails, tugs apart as their naked bodies press even tighter together, their breasts flattening further, their nipples grinding as their lips alternates clamping onto one another’s tongues.
“That’s it, keep kissing… Now rub her clit with your thumb, B… Massage it like you would your own,” he adds as he watches her fingers flexing, pinching and stretching J’s taut labia folds. Watching J’s body twitching, her hips responding, flexing as B’s fingers stretch to reach her exposed clit, he slips the tip of the crop inward just a tad deeper causing B’s hips to flex, to press even tighter against J’s.
“There, that’s better,” he scoffs as he watches B’s fingers manipulating J’s clit, massaging, flicking the visibly swelling nub. Slipping the tip of the crop out from the crease of B’s buttocks, stepping around the pair as he watches their glistening bodies responding to one another’s, he aligns the damp tip of the crop between J’s butt cheeks. “Your turn to return the favor J, he orders as he glides the crop between her thighs, flicks the glistening tip up into her slit. “Play with B’s pussy, finger her cunt while she massages your clit.”
Immediate obedience, her fingers clawing outward, slipping between their pressing thighs as their hands cross, her fingertip thrusts upward into B’s moist slit as she feels the leather crop thrusting upward into her own. “Oomph… Humph!” Moans from both sets of locked lips, saliva noticeable across the chins of both glistening masks, their naked bodies grind together, their knees bumping, thighs and breasts flattening as the pair of dark hoods twist in unison.
Watching both naked bodies responding, hearing the moans, sighs as the fingers manipulate their targets, he lightly flicks the tip of the crop across the rounded rump of B’s buttocks. “Thwack!” Stepping behind J, another light flick’s applied to the bottom portion of her rump. “Thwack!”
Pressing together as their moans become rasps, their bodies twitching, grinding as their bare flesh glistens, he circles, glances at the barely noticeable reddish stripes left across both their buttocks. Again raising the crop, pressing its tip between B’s shoulder blades, watching her fingers manipulating J’s clit, stretching her labia, he orders, “Tug on her clit, make her cum.” Flicking the crop, once, twice, a third time, he listens to the echoing smacks across her bare back, watches the red streaks crisscross her glistening flesh.
Giving equal attention to J, flicking her across the shoulder blades a couple times, he orders, “Shove those fingers in deeper, if you cum before her I’m going to flog your tits across your bare nipples, hear me?”
“Oomph!... Oomph!” Hearing her response, watching her fingers jam together, plunge into B’s spreading slit, he repeats his threat to both, “The first to cum gets a dozen lashes across her bare nipples with this crop… Better get serious.”
Circling, watching their naked bodies bumping, grinding together, hearing their pants, their moans as their lips clamp down on one another’s tongues, noticing the spasms of B’s thighs, the rippling of J’s stomach as they work each other, he flicks the crop lightly back and forth across their bare buttocks. ‘Thwack!...... Thwack!... Thwack!...... Thwack!’
“Oomph… Humph!... Umph!” More red welts, more moans and grunts, their noticeable heavier breathing as their upper arms strain at the leather restraints, their hands pressing between their straining bodies, tweaking, poking between each other’s trembling thighs, struggling to get each other off.
Lowering the crop, intently watching, he’s more then satisfied; elated with the workouts he’s giving both women gyrating in front of him. Both women he’s coerced into allowing his little game of a threesome with another unknown woman, either of the pair not realizing one’s his ex-fiancé Jodi, the other’s his ex-wife Bonnie. He can’t wait until one of them cums, and he undoes their covered eyes, lets them recognize the woman they utterly disdain.
End
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