My name is Hannah, and I have a twin sister.
Nothing so unusual about that. Lots of women have twin sisters, but my relationship with Holly went from a normal sister-sister relationship to something remarkably salacious and kinky.
You see, while Holly was away at college, I got into a BDSM relationship with a woman named Sylvie. Sylvie and I eventually broke up, but by that time, I had developed a taste for being bound, helpless and dominated. And when Holly moved in with me, I tried to see if she would be willing to treat me like I was her sex slave.
I love Holly and trust her very much. And she's extremely beautiful. In many ways, she was the perfect choice.
I know, some people will say that sex with your sister is incest, and incest is forbidden, but Holly and I never cared about labels like that. Also, the main complaint about incest has always been that children born of incest quite often have birth defects. Holly and I are both lesbians. No matter how much pussy we eat or tribbing we do, neither one of us is going to get pregnant.
Spanking, bondage, and lesbian incest would be kinky enough for most people, but Holly and I pushed the envelope and went even kinkier. You see, I'm into something called CFNF. That stands for clothed female, nude female. And that's all about me being the only one naked while clothed women openly stare at my boobs, my pubic lips, my buttocks and my hard nipples like I was a naked slave on the auction block and they're trying to decide how much they're willing to spend on me.
It gives me a dark, delicious thrill for respectably clothed women to ogle my naked body, so Holly keeps recruiting people to join in our sex games and treat me like a naked sex slave. Holly even found a way to make money off my kinky desires. She's found wealthy lesbians who enjoy punishing naked girls and she charges them money for the privilege of spanking me, whipping me or otherwise abusing me.
Things have become even more complex recently as I have a friend named Daphne who found out about the lesbian femdom games that Holly and I are into, and she declared her desire to become a part of them.
Like me, Daphne is a submissive. She wants to be subjugated, abused and punished. Holly agreed to invite Daphne into some of our sex games and to punish her alongside me.
And because Daphne is young and attractive, it was only a matter of time before wealthy lesbians wanted to hire Daphne to be their whipping girl as well.
Greta Von Schloss is a former actress. Now she's making a name for herself as a Hollywood director. She's made plenty of money during her career and she's recently decided to spend some of it hiring Daphne and me to be her personal lesbian sex slaves.
"According to her, two slave girls will be twice as much fun," Holly explained. "I wasn't certain Daphne would want to participate, but when I invited her, she couldn't contain herself. She's as happy as a little kid being invited to go to Disneyland."
Greta lives in Fairhaven, but in the wealthy section, so we couldn't just drive up to her front door. Holly, Daphne and I were stopped by a 10-foot-tall gate and had to push a button and call Greta on the intercom and have her buzz the gate open. Once we had driven in past the gate, the gate closed and locked behind us.
After we parked the car, Greta met us on the front lawn. She was approximately twice my age, but she looked regal and attractive. She had high cheekbones; a lithe figure and she looked perfectly poised in her black slacks and beautifully tailored gray blazer.
She was happy to see us and warmly welcomed us all with enthusiastic hugs. Holly and I are identical twins, and she was uncertain which of us was Hannah and which of us was Holly. Once she had identified us properly, she hugged me again and patted me affectionately on the bottom.
"You have a beautiful figure, dear," she said as she ran her hand up and down the curves of my buttocks. "But you're concealing it far too much. You need to get out of those clothes."
"What? Here?" I asked. "It's far too cold today to be naked outside."
"Perhaps for an ordinary person," Ms. Von Schloss countered. "But slave girls are supposed to be tougher than the average girl. They can handle a little adversity. Now, take those things off."
Then, she turned to Daphne and told her to strip naked as well.
Daphne gave Ms. Von Schloss a plaintive look, but Ms. Schloss silently stared her down and within seconds, Daphne and I both began to strip naked right there on the front lawn.
I nervously shrugged out of my hoodie and my hands trembled as I undid my belt buckle and the snap on the front of my jeans. I got my shoes and socks off and then unzipped my pants and shoved them down my legs. I felt the chill of the breeze immediately and it only got worse when I pulled off my t-shirt.
I stole a quick glance in Daphne's direction and saw that she was down to just her bra and panties. Like me, she was already trembling.
Daphne definitely looked like she was suffering as her body was exposed to the chill air, but she put on a brave face, removed her bra and yanked her panties down and stepped out of them. Not wanting to seem cowardly after Daphne's courageous example, I unhooked my own bra and slid it off. It was unseasonably cool for early September and my nipples immediately stiffened and became erect when they were exposed to the cold air.
Ms. Von Schloss stared at me impatiently and I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my thong panties. I shoved them down, stepped out of them and then stood naked before my sister and Ms. Von Schloss in the chilly outdoors on the front lawn.
My sister grabbed my discarded clothing and tossed it into the backseat of her car. A few seconds later she did the same thing with Daphne's clothes. Daphne and I both wrapped our arms tightly across our chests and froze our asses off in the chilly breeze, but Greta Von Schloss admonished us for our behavior.
"Don't stand like that," she commended. "Stand straight! Pull your shoulders back! Pull your stomach in!"
Daphne and I nervously complied, shivering in the cold breeze as Ms. Von Schloss slowly examined us. I felt a soft, wet pulse in my sex as she looked us over, and I imagined Daphne did as well.
"You both have excellent bodies," Ms. Schloss said, "as if they were sculpted."
She circled both Daphne and me slowly, openly appraising our naked bodies. Then she ordered us to raise our hands above our heads.
"No, no," she admonished. "High above and apart. As if you were being suspended by your wrists."
I felt twice as submissive and vulnerable as I raised my arms up and apart. There I was, naked in the cold outdoors and posing like I was bound while this older woman examined us. Of course, with my arms raised the way they were, my breasts were thrust up and outward, as if I was making an offering of them to Ms. Von Schloss.
Ms. Von Schloss took a step towards me, and I gasped as she placed her hands on me. One hand was pressed into my abdomen and the other was on my chest, just slightly above and between my breasts.
"Yes, you truly have a very finely sculpted and toned body," Ms. Von Schloss said as she ran her hands up and down my abdomen. "Such admirable muscle tone and firm abs,"
I began to relax my stance, but then she admonished me. "Keep your arms high and back, and don't stand with your legs so close together."
She placed her foot against the instep of my left foot and urged my feet apart. I ended up with my arms and legs far apart as if I were bound in spread-eagle bondage. Ms. Von Schloss barked at Daphne, insisting she hold an identical pose. Then, Ms. Von Schloss slid her hand lower and lower until it eased its way down to my pussy. Her fingers covered my mound, then her fingertips stroked up and down my exposed pubic lips. My head reeled as my feelings of vulnerability were amplified.
I squirmed, and my breathing became labored as the older woman worked her fingers across the line of my sex, stroking her fingertips across my plump labia and rubbing her thumb across my clitoris. I gasped as she worked the hood back from my swollen clit and stroked it gently.
"Oh! Ohhhhh!"
I gasped and I trembled as she made her hand at home between my legs. I was still cold, and goose bumps had broken out all over my body, however Ms. Von Schloss's hand was warm against my cold flesh, and heat grew and radiated from my pussy and began to spread to the rest of my body.
As Ms. Von Schloss rubbed her fingertips up and down across my pink slit my pubic lips became more engorged and my sex became dripping wet.
My hips trembled, and my breath faltered as she pushed two fingers into my dripping vagina. Her fingers were exquisite, finding all the most sensitive nerve endings and making me moan in a shameful, wanton manner. Two fingers became three, and I clamped down tight with my vaginal muscles, enjoying the feeling of being filled and impaled. I rode her strong, probing fingers and her hand rubbed up against my swollen clitoris as her fingers were thrust in and out of me.
The way I was being groped and fingered by Ms. Von Schloss; I had almost forgotten about Daphne. A quick glance to my left showed that she was naked, trembling in the cold and spread out wide open just like me. She gave me a look of anxiety and her lower lip trembled as she valiantly attempted to hold the pose that our cruel overseer had commanded us to hold.
Ms. Von Schloss probed my moist interior with her fingers until she noticed the look Daphne and I were sharing. Then she turned to Daphne and asked, "Ah, my sweet redhead. Are you feeling left out?"
She stalked over to where Daphne was standing and proceeded to touch the naked girl all over. She started by running her hands up and down Daphne's abdomen, but her hands rapidly found their way to Daphne's breasts, her hard, erect nipples, her exposed sex lips and any other part of her anatomy that she found interesting.
"I adore those perfect pink nipples," Ms. Von Schloss gushed as Daphne struggled to hold still. It was an extreme exercise in self-restraint to maintain her spread-eagle position as she was groped by this imperious stranger. "And your breasts are such squeezable handfuls."
She mauled Daphne's breasts with savage enthusiasm and she had to admonish Daphne to keep her arms raised and her breasts thrust forward as her breasts were savaged.
