TWINS . . .

 

 

 

You would think being Twins, that my Sister and myself would have stayed close and been able to take pleasure in sharing the many gifts our Lives have brought us . . .

 

For Pamela and me, being Twins did nothing to keep or bring us closer together. That is why her setting us up for a Twins Photo-shoot didn't make any sense. We've not dressed alike for years; much less put on matching long sleeved black-laced bodices.

 

Wanting so bad to spend time with her, I didn't argue this crazy concept of hers. Sitting across from her as we helped each other put on matching makeup, for a moment . . . was like old times.

 

Not sure how or when Pamela did so, but she changed her hair length and color to be a perfect match for mine. Guess that was the reason for connecting with me on Social Media . . . to get access to some current pics of me.

 

The signs of something being horribly wrong with all of this was right in front of me . . . but my Love of my Sister and spending any moments with her blinded my common sense completely. As they say, hindsight is 20-20 . . . which is why I'm now in this Helpless Predicament . . . that is only getting worse by the minute . . .

 

I've helplessly pulled hard on the metal cuffs now for several minutes to no avail. I am still in utter shock at what's happening! My God I'm a fucking idiot! How can she be doing this to me?!?!?

 

Between Pamela dropping the surprise on me that the Twins Photo-shoot was Bondage Themed or the fact I've yet to meet the Photographer, I should have just stopped all of this!

 

I should have just said "NO!" . . . but {click, click, click} and {click, click, click} I'm 100% in as she closes the cuffs extra tight around my wrists, along with my last chance at Freedom!

 

"Pamela, I'm getting a little nervous here. These metal cuffs are pretty painful. When is the Photographer getting here?" This is the moment Pamela snapped on me . . .

 

"Painful?!?!?! Oh, Poor Poor Princess! You want to know what's Painful? Growing up as a Twin . . . being exactly the same as your Sister . . . in every way . . . except for NOT having anything handed to me on a silver plate!"

 

"They even gave you the actual name Princess! What the Fuck! It was Mom's Favorite name and they wasted it on you! Then just had to randomly pull a P name out of a hat for me! Fuck You!"

 

"Pamela, wait, that's not true . . ." She snaps back both verbally and physically with a hard {Slap!} across my cheek! "Fuck!" We've had fights in the past, and even though we're almost identical in size and strength, I almost always won.

 

Cuffed and chained to this cellar wall, I'm at a complete disadvantage this time! Pamela yells at me, "SHUT THE FUCK UP PRINCESS! YOU GETTING EVERYTHING AND ME GETTING NOTHING IS OVER! WELCOME TO YOUR NEW LIFE SLAVE!"

 

"Wait, what?" {SLAP!} an even harder hit comes across the same red cheek as seconds earlier. Pamela asks, "Slave, did I ask you a question? Did I say you could talk?"

 

"Pame . . ." {SLAP!!!!} "You don't seem to be learning very quickly Slave." She grabs a large black leather thing and stuffs it deep into my mouth just as I try to reason with her again. "With that attitude you're going to be getting whipped and punished hard as a Slave, which makes me happy . . . because you deserve it!"

 

With my hands unable to reach to stop her, the strap holding the gag deep in my mouth is pulled extra tight! I switch to trying to kick her, which is short lived as she slaps the front of my naked thighs hard with her bare hand.

 

"Knock it off Slave, or I'll happily go get one of those floggers and will be marking up your perfect skin myself!" Choosing to stop fighting for this moment, I don't fight her as she pulls my ankles apart and locks them into larger metal cuffs.

 

The realization of my other even bigger mistake just hit me hard. If I'm going on a blind date or a meeting at an odd time or place, I always give a heads up to one of my closer friends. We agree on a time and if I don't contact them back, they come to help me out.

 

This is my Sister . . . why would I have the need for such an escape plan? Turns out, I needed one now more then ever! The time limit will have passed, I won't have sent any messages and my Best Friend would have already been on her way here.

 

Frankly, between this get together being with Pamela, and the fact is was for a somewhat embarrassing Twins Photo-shoot . . . I said nothing to no one at all . . . I'm on my own . . .

 

Pamela comments, "Now come to think about it . . . I don't ever remember you getting Spanked even once from Mom or Dad. It was always me. I got spanked all the time."

 

"Little secret for you . . . I learned to like it and it helped me to get off after. Sometimes I'd fuck up bad just to get another longer and harder Spanking from them. I didn't have all the Rich and Handsome Boys like you to give me endless Orgasms."

 

"Best you learn to like being Spanked, because I'm requesting Daily ones as part of my, I mean your Permanent Slave Contract. I bet if I suggested to your, I mean my New Girlfriend that I wanted to try Naughty Girl Spanking Games, she'll be all in with trying."