House in the Woods: Jade and Jasmine


Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, BDSM, MaleDom, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Fisting, Sex Toys, Bestiality, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Twins Jade and Jasmine owe Mike a debt for their acquisition of a couple of his former charges (See HIW:Kishi and HIW:Rhyslynn). This is how they repay their debt...

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House In the Woods: Jade and Jasmine (no-sex)
┬ęCopyright 2010 - Shakes Peer2B
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I caressed the long, silken tresses of the exquisitely nude young Asian who knelt proudly before me, then turned to her equally exquisite sister - a three-dimensional photocopy of the one I had just petted.

"Lovely," I proclaimed softly. They were, but I had an ulterior motive for letting them hear me say so. These two were obviously proud of their beauty and used it to great advantage in their lives and in their enterprise.

The twins ran a business in San Francisco catering to the needs of business executives. Their clients included people whose names and faces you would see in Forbes and the Financial Times, but in the hands of these diminutive ladies you'd never know they were giants of the business world and pillars of their communities. Stripped of their clothing and their dignity, they reveled in the humiliation and pain administered by the twins.

These lions of finance must have been satisfied with the service they received, because they returned, time and again. Oddly enough, in the course of fulfilling the needs of these hungry men, flesh never touched flesh. Jade and Jasmine were so adept at their craft that they did not have to engage in actual intercourse to fill their clients' needs.

If the black-haired twins had a weakness, it was for submissive women. I know, because the two they currently kept had been former 'clients' of mine. Kishi adored the two and would probably be their slave for life. The hardware that pierced her large breasts, and would likely remain part of her forever, had been installed in my dungeon. (See HIW: Kishi).

Their newest acquisition, Rhyslynn al Kendra (HIW:Rhyslynn), had also gotten to the sisters through my dungeon, but that was only the first stop on a voyage of discovery, and unless I was badly mistaken, her ship would soon sail from the port known as Jade and Jasmine to pursue new adventures, but not until she had enjoyed all the painful pleasures the twins could provide.

Since I do not traffic in human flesh for money (and would not have entered into any bargain without the submissives' consent) I had made an in-kind trade with these lovely young ladies: For two days, they were mine to do with as I pleased.

I let them hear the compliment to their beauty because I knew just how much privilege they expected from those who worshipped their loveliness. If they expected me to go easy on them because of it, however, they would be very disappointed.

Many lovely young ladies passed through my dungeon, and I defy anyone to persuade any of them that their beauty had earned them respite from my tender mercies.

"My dear Jasmine," I said softly, taking a knee in front of the second of the pair. The sharply pointed golden spikes that covered their nipples and areolas were of my manufacture. I had also done the installation. "Have you enjoyed these little toys that I made for you and your sister?"

"Yes, sir," she said, hiding her face demurely between the waterfalls of lustrous, straight, black hair that fell on either side. The act did not fool me. The twins knew something of my nature and hoped to gain an advantage by seeming to capitulate from the start.

I knew better. The pride that these young ladies felt in their beauty and the things it had accomplished for them bordered on arrogance. They were natural born manipulative bitches, but having been married to the queen of manipulative bitches for a number of years, I was aware of the tricks that they would employ. I, however, have developed a few tricks of my own.

"I told you that they were permanent, did I not?" I asked, raising her head with a finger beneath her delicate chin. As I expected, she couldn't resist returning my gaze defiantly.

"Yes, sir," she answered, some of the belligerence I knew to be there showing.

I took a cup-shaped object from my pocket and fitted the inverted cone that I had milled into its flat side over one of Jasmine's nipples and its jewelry.

"Actually, if you recall," I told her, "my words were 'Only I can remove these without tearing your nipple', were they not?"

"Y-yes, sir," her bravado lost some of its fervor as a tiny click sounded inside her nipple cone, and it came away inside the cup-shaped device, leaving her nipple bare for the first time in more than a year, save the barbell to which the cone had been attached. The precisely placed magnets within the cup device had operated the release mechanism just as they were designed to do.

"Good girl," I told her, patting her head like a little puppy. "You've done a fine job of keeping them clean."

In spite of herself, Jasmine blushed at the praise.

I made short work of the other piece, then removed Jade's matching set without fanfare. Moving quickly, I placed a stainless-steel ring over each of their four nipples so that it caught behind the barbell and hung from nipple and jewelry. Using a pair of fine, stainless-steel chains that I had prepared ahead of time, I routed one chain through the ring on Jade's left nipple to Jasmine's right then fastened the loose end to the hook where the other end already hung. I then repeated the process with Jade's right nipple and Jasmine's left, so that they were now chained together, face-to-face, by their nipples, with the chains suspended from a hook above their heads.

I had many motorized winches in my dungeon that I could have used for this purpose, but I chose to operate this one by hand. It was designed like an industrial chain fall, but adapted to fit a smaller chain than that required for moving heavy machinery. It would still, if necessary, easily support the entire weight of both girls. Pulling down on one side of the loop of heavy chain that operated the winch, I began the process of raising and tightening the chains attached to the girl's nipples. As the ends rose, the length of chain between the stainless rings became shorter and shorter, leaving the twins with the unpalatable choice of knee-walking closer together or having a significant chunk torn out of their delicate brown nipples.

Toying with them, I inched the hooks higher, forcing the girls closer and closer together. Link by link, the chain between them slipped upward through the rings, each slippage leaving one fewer link separating them. All three of us knew how this tableau must finish, but the girls, who thoroughly enjoyed sex with other women, were extremely reluctant to enter into sexual situations with each other.

Finally, after half an hour of being forced together one chain link at a time, Jade and Jasmine knelt breast to breast, their nipples bound together at chin level as their tiny tits strained upward under the tension of the chain. All it would take to give them relief would be for one of them to stand, but both knew, from their own practice, how severe the consequences of such defiance could be. Not only that, but the winch was mounted high enough that with a flick of the wrist I could tighten the chains again, forcing them into the same predicament while standing.

I knelt behind Jasmine and whispered in her ear as the two of them strove to keep their faces as far apart as possible.

"Do you know what a sacrifice your sister made to acquire Rhyslynn al Kendra for you?"

"Y-yes sir," she strained away from her twin even harder.

"Then don't you think you should thank her for her selflessness?"

"Yes, sir," she answered reluctantly, knowing it was the only answer I would accept.


"Thank you, sister, for the sacrifice you made to acquire our latest slave," she said stiffly.

The riding crop made a white streak across her buttocks, which quickly turned bright red. Jasmine's shriek held as much surprise as it did pain.

"Lovely," I murmured mockingly. "Her sacrifice was physical. Do you think hollow words can repay such dedication?"

"What do you want?" Jasmine asked desperately, her tone flirting with anger. "We are bound, unable to move..."

I could see the light dawning behind her eyes even as she spoke. Both jet-tressed heads shook sideways in negation.

"Are you refusing my command, Jasmine? Will you, Jade, refuse this gift I give you through your sister?"

Their eyes locked for a moment, and the silent communication was almost visible between them. Jasmine looked away first.

"No, sir, " she answered in a low voice.

I looked expectantly at her twin. Defiance faded from her expression, and finally she answered, "No, Sir!"

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