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~~My daughters slave~~
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We drove on in silence, except from somebody’s groaning, even though I did my best to repress it, as I didn’t want to upset her, because I knew for sure that I couldn’t stand another spanking for several days. I wondered where we were going next, as we didn’t head for home, after a long and for me quite painful drive; we drove into an old mansion.
As soon as we got out of the car a young girl came running and fling her arms around Charlene’s neck. From Charlene’s loving embrace and the long tender kiss, I realized that they were more than just friends and became a little jealous. At the same time I felt quite embarrassed to see such a soft, loving and caring side of Charlene.
I really didn’t know what to do as the two girls continued to hug and kiss each other, so I began to look around to get an idea about where we were. Then I saw her, the woman who stood nearby, I thought that she was the unknown girls slave. Then I gaped at her and she did the same at me. We could have been siblings, yes even more than that! Twins. We looked totally alike, we’re both pixies, same blonde hair, and I wondered if this was the reason to that Charlene had died my hair dirty blonde? Blue eyes, same hairstyle and we were dressed completely alike. After a while were we just looked at each other, she gave me a shy little smile and a very timid wave, which I returned. Wondering what was going and who this woman was.
The two girls broke away from each other, looked at us and simply pointed at the ground in front of them. The other women greeted Charlene “Mistress Charlene” made a curtsy for her and knelt down in front of her Mistress. Luckily enough I’ve overheard the name of the other Mistress. So I said “Mistress Yvette” curtsied and knelt in front of Charlene. I more felt Yvette’s surprise and Charlene’s pride, than I saw it, as I – of course – was looking down on the ground in front of me.
Our young Mistress’ began to walk towards the mansion; Charlene tapped on her right leg, as a sign on that I should follow. As I got up, the other slave began to rise to, but as Yvette hadn’t made any signs on that she should follow too. I decided that it’s a test; I whispered “Not yet” and pulled her back down again, before I hurried after Charlene.
Both girls glanced over their shoulders, seeing me follow meekly behind Charlene and she still kneeling were we left her. Yvette tapped her leg too and I heard her came running and felt her next to me. I felt her search for my hand and I took her hands in mine. Hand in hand we followed our Mistress’; we really must have looked like a pair of cute little friends.
We went inside and I did my best to look around, as I’d never seen such a huge hall before. I surely was glad that she held my hand, as she led the way. We ended in a not less impressive room. It seemed as everything was big in this place.
“You know where to go” Yvette ordered “and take that with you”
“Yes Mistress” She replied and pulled me after her. To my surprise she dragged me to the end wall, through a very well hidden door, impossible to see if you didn’t know that it’s there, and into the best equipped spanking room I’d even seen. Quite curious I looked around; it really was a fantastic well equipped spanking room. As we’re two, there of course were two of everything, but I really wondered, why many of the things were placed so close together.
Shy we stood there, still holding hands, not really knowing what to say or do. But it was kind of nice just to stand there, next to her, so I still held her hand. I think, she felt the same way, as she didn’t let go of my hand either. I had a million questions, which I wanted to ask her. But as I didn’t know if we’re allowed to talk, I didn’t dare to.
After a while, she knelt on the floor, as she still held my hand, she pulled me down too. Reluctant she let go of my hand, instead she moved so close that I could feel her little body pressing against mine, and folded her hands in her lap. As this was a brand new situation for me and it seemed like she knew what she was doing, I did the same. Quietly we just sat there, enjoying not being alone.
At long last our mistress’ entered the room, smiling snugly to each other when they saw us quietly sitting there. They ordered us to get up and to get naked and to close together as we possibly could. ‘If they want us to get any closer, they’ll have to glue us together’ I thought as we stood there side by side! I was soon to find out, how close I was to that prediction.
Yvette came with 3 thigh high boots; the one was very odd looking, almost as a double boot. It was just that, as she was ordered to stick her right foot into it and me my left. It felt strange sharing one boot; our feet were only separated by a soft piece of leather. The girls had to help each other zip the leg, as it squeezed our legs tight together; it’s so tight that I couldn’t move the captured leg an inch, if she didn’t move her leg as well. We got the two other boots on too and stood insecure staggering, as they were so high-heeled that we stood tiptoe. I’d never worn such high heels before.
But the 2 meanies were far from finished with us, as they came with a very strange looking corset; it’s almost a double corset – a corset to each of us – held together by a broad leather band in the back and several straps. Meekly we held our arms up; while they tightened the corsets and wow did they tighten them. I could hardly breathe and got a wasp like waist. The girls tightened some of the straps and soon our hips and shoulders were pressed as tight together as our legs. I really wondered what to do with my left arm, as it surely was in the way. I was ordered to hold her round the waist, so my left hand rested on her left hip – There was a cutting in the corset, which had just the right size and shaper after my arm, so I could feel her naked back against my arm – my arm was strapped firmly in place. They repeated the trick with her, with the result that I only could use my right arm and she her left. A piece of leather was fastened to the corsets front and it looked like we were Siamese twins, connected from the feet to the neck.
Our young mistress’ looked and sounded very enthusiastic and happy over the result, as they slowly walked around out, enjoying the sight. “Maybe we should have bought the latex cat-suit instead”? Yvette asked. A moments silence then Charlene replied “Naeh! We wouldn’t be able to do this” and without any warning, she hit my pussy with a riding crop, causing me to cry out in pain and desperately trying to keep my balance, to prevent us from falling. “Ohh yeah! I totally forgot that” Yvette giggled came around and looked at us, a clearly red mark showed where Charlene hit me. “That surely looks nice, but something is missing” she said with a quite mean laughter. We both knew what was coming; I could feel her shiver and did my best to hold her tight. Even though we were prepared for the cut, it still caught us by surprise and once again we had to struggle not to fall.
“Nor this” Charlene giggled. I cried out in pain, as she hit my right nipple. Shit my poor nipple, I really wondered how she could hit them so exact and hard every time. A moment after she cried out too, as Yvette hit her nipple as well. Giggling they began to walk around us and began to hit us, here, there and everywhere. We never knew where they would hit the next time, but one thing was sure, we were always hit the same place. Staggering and swaying, we clang to each other desperately trying not to fall and cried out in turns, as we were hit. We sighed in relief when they at long last stopped.
But then they began to discuss, if they should hit us simultaneously or just after each other, as they’ve done so far. Which they of course had to experiment on us right away. Silly me, who thought that my tits and especially my already very sore butt, could stand anymore! Well the girls surely showed me wrong. At long last they decided that it was funniest – for them – to hit us after each other. At least we’re getting used to it, so we weren’t as rickety as we had been.
They looked supercilious at us and Charlene asked, sugary “We surely hope that you like being so close?” I simply knew that they had some vicious ideas and it really didn’t matter what we said. Well at least it never did, what I said. It felt very strange to be tied together like this, but it both felt a kind of nice and very uncomfortable at the same time. As I knew that no matter what I said, it would be as they already decided. So in attempt to make is, hopefully, as easy for me as possible, I replied “Oh yes, Mistress’ I like it very much”… She’d quite obviously come to the same conclusion, as she more or less repeated my reply.
“That’s good for you! Because that’s how you’re going to stay until next Sunday.” Yvette said laughing and continued “You’ll have walk, talk and think as one. You’ll simply have to do everything together. In other words, you simply are one”… We must have looked like a pair of living question marks, as we glanced very confused at each other. It’s only a couple of hours ago we first met and we still didn’t know who we were and now we should be tied together for over a week.
“As you’re one, you’ll of course be punished together, if one do something wrong, both gets punished” Charlene carried on. “But that’s unfair” My twin burst out. “Who said anything about fairness” Yvette replied and began to use the crops on my already quite sore and discoloured tits. As Yvette hit me, Charlene of course hit my twin. Who begged for mercy and forgiveness, in between her cries of pain. “Do you understand?” Yvette asked angry. “Yes Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress” She replied sobbing. “Feel her count” Yvette ordered, silly girl I thought as reached down between her own legs. Which of course resulted in hard slaps in our faces? With a “I’m sorry Mistress” she hurried to feel my, as usual very wet pussy – I still wondered why it got so wet, as I still did my best to convince my self that I hated it. “Well?”… …”It’s very wet Mistress”… I was of course ordered to feel her pussy as well – it was exactly as wet as mine. I wondered if she felt the same way and was exactly as confused as me over it? “It’s very wet too Mistress” I told. “You’re simply 2 horny sluts” Yvette noted and continued. “Just to show how unfair we are. We’ll not only punish both, if one of you should be so totally stupid and disobedient and come without permission. But the one who didn’t disobey will get twice as many lashes as the one who did” Even though it surely was extremely unfair and that we could be sure that they would do what ever they could to make us come. We just said “Yes Mistress” as we didn’t dare to protest or argue. Well I surely didn’t – because I never did – and she obviously didn’t either.
They walked towards a door and orde4d us to follow. Slowly and very cautious not to fall, we tottered after them, into a big totally naked room. We looked very bewildered around! What was this room meant for and what should we here? But we were soon to know as Charlene explained “This is your practice room. Here you’ll practice in walking, funning, crawling, curtsying, in other words how a good slave girl move.” Yvette pointed at a button – which was so highly placed, that I really wondered how we ever should be able to press it – and said “When you think you can do it press that button and we’ll come and check on you”… …”Yes Mistress” We replied meekly, not daring to point out that it probably was impossible for us to ever reach it.
Just before they walked out they door, they turned around, Charlene said. “Almost forgot. Mom this is sis” and Yvette added “Sis this is mom”… …”Oh yeah by the way… Don’t get lazy as we can see your every movement and hear if you fart before you can smell it” They laughed before they left the room and locked the door behind them.
We looked dumbfounded at each other. “Hi sis” I whispered and have her a little hug “We better get started. She gave me her shy little smile and whispered “Hi mom, yes lets get started.
To be continued….
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