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Twin Submission

Chapter 1 journey into the unknown - June's story

chapter 1 - journey into the unknown - June's story

My breasts ached savagely from John's paddling of their soft masses. My anus
tingled with the insistent questing of his long, hot tongue as he endeavored to
empty my rectum of the flood of semen he had just flooded it with. I tongued his
softened penis diligently, cleaning it of all evidence of our recent session,
making sure that his bruised testicles too, were scrupulously cleaned off. When
this had been done I worked to get him stiff again, as I had been commanded to
do by our new owner.

My mind was filled with the excitement, and terrified dread of what had just
transpired. Sir Michael had sold us! And to a sadist who seemed to be so much
crueler than any I had ever been exposed to before. Despite my terror I knew
that this was what I wanted, indeed yearned for with all my heart. Entering into
the unknown, with no control, and no hope of changing my fate. It was a
masochist's delight, and had my submissive juices flowing as they had never
flowed before. I was sure that John's state of mind would be a perfect
reflection of my own. If anything he is even more submissively attuned than I,
if that could be believed.

Our new owner was a far cry from Sir Michael, from what had transpired so far.
The deliciously humiliating mode with which he addressed us, as though we were
nothing but animals to him, with no human characteristics whatsoever, and more
importantly, no rights or privileges. My cheeks were still burning with the
shame of it, and my pussy remained drenched with the juices of my submissive
lust. I could see clearly that John felt the same delightful degradation. His
penis was as stiff as steel once again, almost before I had engulfed its fleshy
column in my eager mouth. I sucked it until it throbbed in my mouth, before
reluctantly releasing it to stand proud and rigid up against his lean belly.

I sighed with pleasure while John's soft tongue teased my clitoris until it was
hard and tingled deliciously, and my pussy again leaked copiously. The door to
the room opened and a leather clad servant dragged a large trunk into the room,
placing it to one side of where John and I were working to arouse our lusts, as
had been commanded by our new owner. He rose from his seat, where he had been
monitoring our efforts the whole time in complete silence.

"Stand, beasts!" His order rapped out, "Arms behind you!" We struggled to our
feet and stood side by side with our arms behind our backs. John's strongly
erect penis stood out from his hairless crotch displaying his arousal fully,
while my pussy lips were swollen, damp, and slightly splayed giving clear
evidence of my own stimulation, my clitoral shaft over half exposed at the apex
of my sex split.

Our Master strode over to us and opened the lid of the large trunk. He took out
a pair of rubber gloves which he quickly put on. I flushed with shame, obviously
our new owner had no intention of soiling himself on our flesh, it was so
gorgeously degrading! Next he took out two gags which he wasted no time in
attaching to our mouths. The gags were in the form of stubby penises, and almost
completely filled our mouths once they had been strapped to our faces. The
hollow inside of the rubber mass allowed my tongue to move a little, and I soon
got used to the rubbery taste of the gag. The centre of each of the gags was
graced with a small hole. I thought that this must be to allow us to breath more
easily. I was later to be disavowed of this notion in the most debasing fashion.

The Master next retrieved two sets of supple leather mittens from the trunk.
These mittens were designed to capture both hands and to press them tightly
together. He quickly, and efficiently enclosed our hands in these and laced them
up tightly. It's strange how you miss little things when they are denied you.
Once the mittens were on I was unable to even wriggle my fingers, and now I
found that the one thing I wished to do, above all else, was to wriggle my
fingers, and this was now denied me. How awful!

Once our hands had been attended to our owner extracted four single straps from
the trunk. He attached one of these to each of our elbows in sort of slip knots.
The free ends of the straps were then drawn around our torsos and pulled
excruciatingly tight before being buckled together. The result was that our arms
were efficiently bound and rendered immovable. We had been totally denied the
use, or even any small movement of both our hands and our arms once the Master
had completed this task.

Our Master then drew two bizarre harnesses from his trunk. I could only imagine
what these were going to be used for while I watched him prepare them. He
attended to John first. The harness was strapped to his nudity at his neck,
torso and thighs by a series of supple leather straps that bit into his flesh
where they were tightened sufficiently to ensure that no slippage was possible.
When the Master was satisfied he stood back to inspect his work, tugging at the
strange harness ensuring that it was securely attached, and would not slip from
its position.

It was weird, but now that it was strapped to John's body I had an inkling as to
its bizarre purpose. It consisted of three kind of hollow bulges. Two small ones
over his pectorals and a much larger one over his belly. Within the large belly
bulge John's long thick achingly erect penis stood, as if suspended in a
capsule. The Master tightened two ring like straps at the bases of the two
higher bulges which caused his pectorals muscles to be constricted around their
bases, which in turn, of course, caused his nipples to harden and swell
slightly. I could only imagine what the effect would be on my breasts when this
was done to me.

The Master then quickly attached the other harness to my body, and I found out
just what I had been imagining. The straps tightened around the bases of the
full mounds of my breasts caused them to swell slightly, but more significantly,
to stand out from my chest within the hollow spaces of the bulges without
actually touching any of the stays that formed the outer shells of them. My
imagination ran wild with the purpose of these bizarre things had been strapped
on us, but the possibilities were endless, and exciting in the extreme.

The bulbs enclosing my breasts were then adjusted so that there was plenty of
clearance between their outer lattice work construction and the flesh of my
orbs. The Master then turned his attention back to John. He took two small screw
clamps which he placed over each of his tiny nipples and then tightened them
securely so that the nipples swelled further and reddened. Similar clamps were
attached to my own nipples causing them to swell and harden even more. I don't
know about John, but I found the clamps more annoying than actually painful,
which was just as well when I fully understood their cruel purpose, but more of
that later.

Our Master next retrieved a number of bizarre looking items from the trunk and
crouched before John. He first took a small leather strap and reached into the
interior of the large bulb over John's belly. He grasped John's bulging
testicles firmly in one hand and then wrapped the strap around their base. When
he tightened the strap it caused John's tender testicles to swell and bulge out
obscenely from the base of his pulsing sex stalk. Finally he took a small metal
ring clamp with which he enclosed the base of that magnificent shaft. When he
tightened this ring I could see that it was designed to keep the organ
perpetually erect, while still allowing it to ejaculate and, I suppose, urinate.

Master took a small rubber cap like item to which he quickly applied a liquid
substance to its lower edge. He then carefully positioned this cap over the tip
of John's penis, precisely inserting the tip of a small tube which protruded
from the centre of the clear rubber cap into John's penis slit. He then pressed
the edges of the cap to the flesh of the glans, and I realised that he must have
coated it with glue for, after a few seconds he tested the weld and was
satisfied to find that it was securely attached. Finally he extracted a long
clear rubber tube, with a small bulb of black rubber at its centre, from the
trunk. One end was fixed to the cap covering the glans, and the other was fixed
to the hole in the centre of John's gag, and a series of tapes fixed the tube to
the skin on john's chest, including the black bulging instrument at its centre,
which was taped securely to the centre of his chest, to keep it in place.

It was now my turn. Master took an equally bizarre apparatus for me from the
trunk. He prepared me first by using a cloth to wipe away most of the moisture
that flooded my sex. He worked quickly, before my swollen, aroused pussy could
leak fresh juice. Firstly my stiff clitoris was clamped at its base to ensure
that the delicate little shaft was not only kept erect, but also kept completely
exposed from its sheath of foreskin. Then he glued a cap that enclosed my entire
sex, except for the clitoral shaft, to the sex, taking extreme care to ensure
that it would not slip, nor would any of my juices be allowed to escape from its
confines. A similar rubber tube, with its associated bulb, connected this cap
with the gag in my mouth.

The dark dominant rose up and inspected the work he had done on our bodies so
far, smiling with satisfaction while testing each of the attachments which now
adorned our naked bodies one last time. He then took out a series of weird
apparatus. Again he attended to John first, and I watched with dread and
fascination as what he was doing unfolded. Firstly he attached two, what looked
like little electric motors to the further sides of the cage like bulges on his
chest. But it was what hung from the spindle of each of these motors that really
caused alarm, not to mention excitement. A thin wire, possibly four inches long
hung from each. At the tip if each wire was a tiny, shiny metal ball. The Master
took each wire in turn, and adjusted its length until the ball reached exactly
to John's clamped and swollen nipple. When he was satisfied he pointed a remote
control at John and pressed a button on it. John's eyes widened in shock as the
spindles whirred so fast as to become almost invisible, and his nipples were
flayed unmercifully by the metal balls on the ends of the wires. I could only
imagine what pain this was causing him.

The Master then took another of these little motors and attached it to the base
strut of John's belly bulge. This one was slightly different in that it had a
half a dozen wires attached to its spindle. When he had adjusted the length of
these wires the balls were designed to flay John's sensitive testicles, the
lengths varying so that all of the tender orbs would feel the pain. When the
Master tested this device I noticed, with a sense of horror, that it was
designed to spin half of its wires in one direction, and the other half in the
other. This, of course, meant that both the top and bottom halves of John's
testicles would be flayed. It was obviously designed to inflict the maximum pain
possible. John's, slight, muffled groans, barely audible above the almost silent
hum of the motor, gave clear evidence of the agony he was subjected to when this
motor was tested.

When the button was released the wires hung limply in the cage like bulge, and
the Master took up one final motorised item which he attached to the front stay
of the cage. He wrapped a one inch soft latex sleeve around the stem of John's
stiff, throbbing penis so that it fit snugly, but not too tightly, like a
collar. At the front side of this rubber collar a small arm of shiny metal
connected it to a slot attached to the motor. It didn't take a genius to see
what the purpose of this device was to be. When Master tested it the sleeve
sensuously slid up and down John's pulsating penis, efficiently and impersonally
masturbating the lust stalk.

Master then once again turned his attentions back to me. He attached the two
motorised flails to my chest bulbs and my heart raced when he tested these, and
my excruciatingly sensitised nipples were flooded with acute hurt as they were
cruelly flayed by the spinning balls. A motor was attached to the front of my
belly cage and, when tested, its single ball scourged my achingly stiff clitoral
stalk with consummate cruelty that soon had me squealing silently into my gag.
Finally a much smaller version of the sleeve that had been fixed to John's
penile shaft was carefully fixed to the base of my throbbing clitoris, and it
would masturbate me, when activated, with the same impersonal effectiveness as
the one attached to John's penis.

My heart was pounding with both lust and masochistic euphoria. We were caught in
hopeless bondage with our acutely aroused bodies rigged up to have both the
cruelest of punishment, and the most exquisite pleasure inflicted on them, with
us having absolutely no control over which would occur, and for how long we
would be forced to endure. It is so gorgeous to be so helpless and under the
immaculate control of another, to have to accept the whim of a superior without
the ability to call for mercy, let alone to rebel against our fate. It was so
delicious, and my mind and body were both consumed by it.

The Master, having inspected and tested all of his preparations one last time,
reached again into the trunk. He withdrew two rubber discipline helmets. He took
care of our long blond tresses then encased our heads in the helmets, which
wound up fitting us like a second skin. They had another effect which was
thrilling in its purpose. That was to actually deafen us. I couldn't hear a
thing once the helmet was on, and the heat it generated in my face and head was
palpable.

Master then drew two flowing robes from the trunk and draped them over our
bizarrely adorned bodies. When on the robes covered us from head to toe, and I
realised with a blush of shame that we both looked like heavily pregnant women.
Moslem type veils were fixed to our rubber encased heads and face veils covered
all evidence of our helmets. We were finally prepared, covered from head to
foot, and looking for all the world like a couple of pregnant Moslem women,
which I now realised was the point of the whole exercise.

The Master lifted the internal phone handset and I saw his lips move as he spoke
to some unseen person. A few seconds later the door opened and a leather clad
attendant entered the room. He dragged the heavy, now empty, trunk out, and our
Master signaled us to follow him. John and I walked out after the imperious
dominant and , for the last time, we left the mansion that had been both our
home, and prison, for the last three years.

We walked out of the front doors and our eyes were dazzled by the bright sun
after so long in the dimly lit interior of the mansion. A large stretch
limousine waited in front of the building and we were quickly bundled into its
spacious interior. We sat opposite our new owner in complete silence, and
acutely aware of our bizarrely prepared nudity hidden under the shapeless robes.
The Master, once the big vehicle had moved off, pointed at us with his elaborate
remote control device. He pressed a button and I was surprised to feel my mouth
expand, and, while not actually receiving any liquid it was obvious that, from
the vacuum like effect I felt in my pussy as well, that somehow my pussy was
being milked, and the result was being drawn through the tube that connected it
to my gag. The reaslisation of this almost made my pussy flood with the evidence
of my arousal. The Master had taken his finger off the button by this time, and
I was almost disappointed that my mouth had not been permitted to savour the
evidence of my sexual stimulation, and submissive elation.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, with our owner ignoring us completely, and
we sitting quietly in our bizarre bondage, acutely aware of our concentrated
sexual stimulation. After a half an hour or so the car pulled up and the door
was opened and we found ourselves at the concourse of the airport. Master
assisted us to alight from the vehicle and we quickly assumed our roles as
Moslem women, and we walked quickly into the terminal and found a departure
lounge that said that the destination of the flight it was to service was Paris.
We were going to France.

Master took care of ticketing and customs, and I wondered how he had managed to
get passports that would not be questioned for John and I. However, it soon
became evident that we would not be inconvenienced by bureaucratic interference.
Our flight was called almost as soon as we had arrived and John and I soon found
ourselves seated in first class opposite our new owner. He had, I supposed, made
the cabin staff aware that John and I were not to be disturbed, for while he was
offered refreshment, we were ignored.

The plane took off and Master waited until a particularly lovely flight
attendant was serving him to subject us to our first ordeal. He smirked
sadistically at us while thumbing a button on his carefully concealed remote
control. My sex exploded in pleasure while the tiny rubber sleeve masturbated my
tingling clitoral shaft with exquisite sensuality. My thighs trembled almost
visibly with the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through me. The flight
attendant must have suspected that something unusual was happening to John and
I, probably because our eyes were betraying us. I, of course, could only surmise
that my brother was being subjected to the same erotic torment that was being
inflicted on me.

The flight attendant hovered over us, her eyes till showing concern while my
spasming pussy flooded its containing cap with the juices of my lust. Master,
noting the interest of the girl tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention.
He then whispered something in her ear. The girl's eyes widened with shock at
what she had heard. Master persisted, perhaps seeing in the beautiful attendant,
if not a kindred spirit, at least a person of considerable sensuality, and the
confidence and desire to act on her instincts.

Master handed her the remote control and pointed out which button to press. The
attendant grinned at him and pointing the device towards us, pressed the button.
My fevered brain exploded in agony as the balls began to flay my spasming
clitoris, and also to batter my aching nipples with ferocious cruelty. In my
fevered response I was actually able to note the reaction of my brother to what
must have been his agony in a pendant that swung from the attendant's neck.
Almost immediately that my suffering began my pussy exploded in uncontrollable
orgasm. My juices poured from my convulsing sex while my clitoris throbbed with
hurt.

I came and came! It was as though my climax had taken complete control of my
being. Nothing but agony and ecstasy existed. Had I have been capable of it, I
would have been squealing in rapture. But, of course, I was gagged and not a
sound escaped from me. The heavy folds of my gown also disguised the fact that
my belly and thighs were shuddering wildly. The attendant had worked out, if she
hadn't actually been told by Master what was going on beneath our covering, for
she grinned broadly, keeping her finger firmly pressed to the button. All we
could do was suffer our agonised climaxes in total silence.

I had almost lost consciousness before the button was finally released, and the
flaying of my clitoris and nipples ceased. I collapsed back into my seat, not
even realising that I had tensed up so much that I was teetering on the edge of
the seat while my orgasm consumed me. John too leant back, the front of his robe
rising and falling with his panting breath no doubt brought on by the fact that
he too had been subjected to a pain climax of the same intensity as I.

Once we had come down from our incredible sexual highs the attendant left to
take care of other passengers, and our Master settled down to read. A few
minutes later my clitoris once again began to be erotically masturbated, and I
sat quietly while my sexual tension slowly built again. All of a sudden my mouth
was flooded with the juices of my sex, and my pussy felt as if it were being
sucked dry by the most voracious mouth imaginable. I helplessly gulped down my
own juices as they flowed into my mouth through me gag. This lasted for thirty
seconds or so, until my spasming pussy had no more to surrender, then ceased as
abruptly as it had started.

The exquisite sexual torment however, continued unabated until my sex once again
convulsed in shattering climax. Even then it didn't stop, and I found myself
coming again and again. After each two or three climaxes my mouth would receive
the liquids of sexual ecstasy, and I drank deeply on each occasion as much
through sheer joy as through the fact that I had no choice in the matter. My
taste buds, and all my other senses became attuned to my own sex, and nothing
else. I did wonder how my suffering brother would be feeling for, as highly
sexed as he was, if he were being subjected to climaxes at anything like the
rate I was then it would have been becoming sheer torture for him.

Well into the flight it became dark, and many passengers took the opportunity to
sleep. Not us, however, and certainly not our Master. The attendant reappeared
quietly, and drew the privacy curtain around our set of seats, as if attending
to our needs. But instead of leaving the lovely girl joined us. I noted that her
uniform looked a little different, disheveled almost. She took a seat next to
Master, then I realised why she looked different. Her blouse was undone from
neck to waist, and she no longer wore her stockings. Master put his arm around
her and slowly undid the buttons of her jacket. He then drew out her large soft
breasts and began to play with them to her almost silent sighs of pleasure. Soon
her nipples were stiff and red and her painted lips gaped with pleasure.

After a few minutes Master whispered something to the girl and her lips split in
a wide, lustful grin. She rose from the seat and shuffled over to us. My cheeks
burned with embarrassment when the flight attendant bent down before me, her
lovely heavy breasts swaying erotically with her languid movements. I gazed at
her breasts, yearning to suckle on the stiff succulent nipples capping their
creamy masses. She grasped the hem of my heavy robe and drew it up to my
shoulders folding it against the seat, and bared completely, my bizarrely
adorned body.

I felt my cheeks burn with delicious shame while the attendant's eyes first
widened with sheer shock at what she had revealed, then danced with lustful
excitement. Her smile broadened as she reached down and repeated the process
with John. As she revealed his astonishing nudity her eyes widened even further
while she took in his bulging, captive testicles and long thick erect penis
seeming suspended in their large cage.

Once she was sure that our robes would not slip back down and cover the depraved
sight of our nudity's, she rejoined Master in the seats across from us, and sat
next to him once again. He resumed his casual mauling of her soft breasts after
handing her the remote control. I noted, from the state of John's swollen
testicles that he must not have been subjected to the countless climaxes that
had been relentlessly wrenched from my own sex, otherwise the fleshy bulbs would
surely have been slack and empty.

The girl pressed the button that began yet another bout of sensuous masturbating
for me. I squealed in ecstasy, but silently, into my gag when the sleeve frigged
my stiff, aching clitoris, and watched the larger rubber collar strop John's
swollen penis in long languid strokes. While the two of them watched us suffer
our sexual torment with casual interest, the attendant opened Master's fly and
extracted his lovely penis from his trousers and began to stroke its hardening
length with her small hand. Master swept her skirt aside, and soon his fingers
were rummaging around in the excited girl's hairy grotto, his thumb insistently
flicking at her burgeoning clitoris.

After ten minutes or so I began to climax wildly yet again. While I wallowed in
my pleasure I watched John's penis erupt. Stream after stream of creamy semen
spurted from its flared tip until the tube taped to his belly was filled with
it, right up to the black bulb taped to his chest. Our thighs shuddered with the
intensity of our pleasure. Our climaxes, however, soon ran out of steam, and the
masturbators again commenced to stimulate us all over again, slowly, but
inevitably rebuilding up our sexual arousal.

By this time Master was expertly frigging the beautiful attendant's stiff
clitoris, and her knowing fingers were equally busy wanking his now rigid penis.
With a gentle urging Master forced his lover's head downwards and she, with the
minimum of reluctance, allowed her mouth to be drawn to his raging erection. I
watched with envy when the girl's lips closed around the head of my owner's
excited penis, and her soft tongue lapped wetly over the flared glans. I looked
at John's eyes after a few seconds and smiled inwardly at the look of sheer
yearning that emanated from his wide eyes. I know that John's greatest joy is to
be subjected to pain suffering and humiliation, but a close second is to have
his lips and tongue work on a stiff, hot, virile, manly penis. Because he is not
a homosexual I suspect that he feels the deepest sense of submission and
disgrace when his mouth is packed with the hot hard penis of another male.

We watched the pretty attendant suck our owner off while our own bodies were
stimulated to the point where we were once again at the peak of lust. Master,
despite his own nearing orgasm, and once he noted this, stopped the devices from
actually bringing us off. He allowed his lover to work him over the edge, and I
watched while she drained his testicles, swallowing his issue down like the
consummate hedonist she had proved to be. Her throat bobbed wildly while she
drank from the spurting penis, not allowing a single drop of Master's rich hot
creamy semen to escape from her avid mouth.

As soon as his climax had ran its course Master lifted the girl's mouth from his
spent penis and turned her body around before him. He gave her the remote,
indicating to her which button she was to press. He then bent her forward and
buried his face between her shapely slender thighs and began to suck
passionately on her flowing sex. The girl, eyes bright with sheer sexual
excitement, groaned at us and pressed the button. My pussy erupted in agony
when, once again the little metal ball began to flay my hugely stimulated
clitoris with utter mercilessness.

Wave after wave of pure pain assailed me and I wallowed in the absolute ecstatic
nature of my acute suffering. At the same time, of course, John's trapped and
defenseless testicles were scourged with equal ferocity, and his muscular thighs
shuddered with the intensity of his suffering. The girl demonstrated her innate
cruelty by keeping the button depressed for the entire period that it took
Master to suck her flowing sex to climax. At the same instant that her sex
convulsed with pleasure so too did my own tormented pussy explode, and John's
penis also erupted in a pain induced climax. We surrendered to ecstatic agony
while our juices again poured out in torrents. The attendant again demonstrated
her sadistic cruelty by ensuring that we suffered for the full duration of both
hers, and our shattering climaxes. Despite my own misery I was able to note that
John's sated testicles had softened significantly, and the balls that
relentlessly whipped then were causing their masses to now flop around at the
base of his perpetually rigid pole.

Master Lifted the flight attendant up by her waist and settled her over his lap.
His penis, once again stiff after he had feasted on his lover's sex for so long,
slipped easily into her welcoming vagina and he languidly fucked her for twenty
or so minutes while we watched with a mixture of envy and lust, not to mention
relief as we were not being subjected to either pain or pleasure this time. In
fact, I was finding it difficult to remain awake, given the continual excesses I
had been subjected to for hours and hours on end.

Finally the two lovers surrendered to their pleasure and both climaxed. The
attendant rose from Master's lap and hastily rearranged her uniform and made
ready to leave. Before she slipped from the curtained area she replaced our
robes over our bodies, her eyes dancing mischievously as she mocked us. She then
drew the curtain aside and disappeared into the cabin, no doubt to resume her
duties. Master smiled at us and then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
We too were grateful to be permitted to rest and, almost before I knew it I was
sound asleep.



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