Chapter 13 - Birthday Bonds

We had settled our girls for the night after another exhausting, for them, day of bondage fun. As always they were severely restrained but in such a manner that they should be able to get some rest. Karen and I had decided to have a couple of drinks and discuss our plans for tomorrow.

It was our birthday and since, as identical twins, we had usually received identical gifts it was now our habit to try and surprise each other with something different.

Karen really got me this time; I don't remember anything after the second drink. When I woke up my head was clear but my mouth was full of a leather gag and my arms and legs strapped to the edges of the table. The end of the table was tilted up so I was able to see the whole of the room and immediately realized what was in store for me.

Susan and Amy were standing side by side looking at me with a grinning Karen behind them. They were both in one piece kid leather body suits, laced high heeled boots and heavy waist belts. Karen must have been working on them for some time because they were obviously severely gagged and had their heads laced into gleaming leather discipline helmets with straps buckled over their mouths.

Their gloved hands seemed free until I saw the metal cuff on each wrist. Light chains ran from each cuff to metal rings on each side of the waist belts then down between their legs. I watched as Karen attached the ends of the chains to a snap hook on the rope to the ceiling pulley. Now I knew how she could control them. One flick of the pulley switch in her hand would snap their wrists in against the belts making them completely helpless.

Their ankles were hobbled with short chains.

Laughing, Karen wished me a happy birthday and said she hoped I would enjoy my gift. She tapped each captive girl on the cheek to get their attention, gestured around the room at the bondage equipment and closets packed with leather clothing, then pointed at me and waved them forward.

They didn't need a moment to think about the offer and their eyes gleamed above the tight gag straps. The chains to the cuffs were long enough for them to have full use of their arms and the ankle hobbles did not restrain them much more than the incredibly high heels on the boots.

Karen and I watched as they moved around the room picking out the bondage equipment they intended to use. After spending so much time in the most severe bondage we could think of they proceeded to get their own back and I was about to be plugged, strapped, laced, belted and birthday bound in leather until they could think of nothing more to do to me. So I thought!

At least Karen had remembered to remove the piercing equipment from the room and I was confident that she would watch very carefully what went on. Before we had requisitioned our two captives we had only ourselves to practice our hobby on so we each knew exactly the limits of the other as well as what turned us each on and off.

They had certainly learned their lessons well, they worked on one of my limbs at a time and made sure the other three were securely fastened to something. In this manner they soon had my arms in elbow length kid gloves, fingers taped together and then my hands encased in a pair of pointed leather mitts with small metal rings at the fingertips.

The leather jacket with the built in corset laced down the back and, as they then forced my arms up between my shoulder blades, my breasts were partially crushed as they tried to bulge through the holes in the bra cups like toothpaste out of a tube but the holes were too small.



The rings at the fingertips were hooked to a strap running around my neck and down to the waist belt and then with obvious glee, they both leaned all their weight on a strap that pulled my elbows together until they touched in the small of my back.

The strain was quite uncomfortable because, since we had been working on Susan and Amy for the last few weeks, we had not been using the bondage equipment on each other and my muscles had tightened up. I was helpless to resist as they turned me on my back, strapped me back down to the table and forced my feet into the metal stirrups. They tied my legs to the stirrup arms at the ankle and just below my knees.

The butt plug that Amy none to gently rammed into me could definitely have used a lot more lubricant and they knew it. Susan selected a large leather dildo and, as she pushed it in, I was lucky that my body was responding with enough natural fluid to let it slide inside with little pain.

Working as a team they released my legs one at a time and soon had me in tight latex panties and a pair of the skintight leather toreador pants we had so often used on them. Amy had a vicious look in her eyes as she tightened the crotch strap and fixed it to my belt. The inserts would certainly not be moving while that was in place.

The single leg boot caused them just as much trouble to get on me as it did for us but, once they had bound my legs and got my feet in the shoe of the boot, they really pulled on the laces to get the edges to meet neatly. My insteps felt the familiar pain of being strained to the limit by the height of the heels.

Now they had me completely encased in leather except for the top of my breasts and my head; they didn't waste time getting to that. They removed the strap from around my head but left the gag in my mouth as they each forced in one of the earplugs and then Susan pulled a rubber cap over my head and tucked in the rest of my hair.



Amy was ready with the roll of tape and wound it tightly around my head and over the gag in my mouth. They didn't even offer me a glass of water first and I hoped Karen was keeping a sharp eye on them.

They selected a beautiful armless leather dress from the closet and slid it up my body until it settled over my shoulders with my arms in the fitted pocket designed into the back. They did the front closing up to just above my waist and then really tightened the wide belt.

From the corner they dragged over a heavy straight-backed chair and, lifting together, they moved me on to the seat then tied my booted feet back against the front chair rung. They used the buckles on either side of my belt to pull me tight against the chair back. The back did not have any cross pieces so I was able to sit upright in spite of my bound arms.

Amy held my head still while Susan pushed in the rigid leather nostril inserts and then the two girls fitted a leather helmet over my head and moved behind me to lace it tightly down the back. With the helmet done up and the collar laced to the top of the corset they did up the rest of the dress. Amy held a gag strap over my mouth while Susan pulled it tight and buckled it at the back. A strap around my upper chest held me tight against the uprights of the chair back and I hoped they were about done.

Then Amy made her move. Standing in front of the chair with her back to Karen she made as if to smooth the leather encasing my face but in actual fact moved her gloved thumbs over the openings at my nostrils. Unfortunately for Amy, Karen and I had always had a "Condition Red" signal to use if we were really in trouble and I used it now. With the air left in my lungs I squealed deep in my throat.

At the first sound the two girls were yanked back and almost off their feet and I could breathe again.