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A Matter of Trust
By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net 

 "A Matter of Trust" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net

1	- The Beginning

I was seated behind my desk, crossing off items on my to-do list, figuring
out what projects I was going to take on tomorrow when the phone rang. 
Glancing at the clock on my desk, I realized that it was close to quitting
time; and I just hoped that it wasn't the boss dumping a project on me
before leaving.

"Bonnie?" asked the called.

"Yes, Brenda," I answered.  It was Bonnie, my identical twin sister.

"I'm so glad I got you at your desk.  Look, I'm in San Francisco, and I did
something really dumb.  I left some files on my PC at home that I really
need for a business meeting tomorrow.  Could you possibly go by my
apartment, and send them to my email address?"

"Sure, what are they?"

I spent the next few minutes writing down the names of several files and
their locations.  After hanging up, I found that there wasn't anything else
left to do, so I closed my briefcase, and headed for the subway.

Brenda, lucky her, has a lovely apartment in Chelsea, while I rent half a
house in Queens.  We have keys to each other's apartments and keep an eye
on the place when we're either traveling or on vacation.

Ascending the stairs up to Eighth Avenue, I joined the rush of folks going
home, and wished that I lived here in Chelsea.  If only I could afford the
rent!

I quickly walked over to her building, opened the street door, and took the
elevator up to her floor.  I opened the door, and entered, leaving my case
on the floor while I removed my coat and hung it in the closet.

I removed a soda from the fridge, and walked into her home office, and
turned on the PC.  While that was booting up, I washed my face in the
bathroom and kicked off my high heels.

When I seated myself in front of her PC, I was more than a little
surprised.  Instead of one of the usual Windows scene there was a picture
was a naked woman, bound to a footstool, getting spanked by someone.

"Well," I said to myself, "something's going on."

I spread the list of files on the desk next to the PC, and set up the
mailings that Brenda wanted.  Once ready I logged on, and sent them.  After
a bit, I hit Send & Receive; and Brenda sent a message:

"Thanks Sis – I'll explain everything later.  And it's OK to snoop, there
are no secrets between sisters, especially now that it's out of the bag. 
Love, Brenda."

"Hmmm," I said aloud.

Logging off, I went looking through Brenda's PC.  What I found was well, a
little shocking.  Pictures of women in bondage.  Stories that she had
gotten off the Net.  It was quite a shock to discover what Sis was involved
in.

Brenda had a nice two-bedroom apartment, with a full kitchen and bath.  Her
office was in her spare bedroom, and I went to hers.  Opening the closet,
in the back I found some outfits in PVC & leather.

"Sis, you've got some explaining to do," I concluded, especially after I
saw the paperbacks on her night table.

On her night table were some adult paperbacks; with covers of women in
bondage.  I read the covers of a few of them, and whistled aloud to myself.

2	- The Idea

"Will that be all?" asked the waitress as she placed our dinners on the
table.

Brenda was having a plate of sizzling fajitas, and I was having a steak and
French-fries.  We were eating at a chain restaurant together in Manhattan,
as we did every Tuesday night after work.

"Okay, Bonnie," said Brenda after the waitress walked away, "I know that
look – out with it."

"Well you did say it was OK to snoop.  What's going on?" I asked.

"There's no easy way to explain this.  I got into BDSM, call me a slave or
a submissive, and I belong to a truly wonderful man."

"What? I asked, "how?"

"I was at a gallery opening and I got introduced to this very good looking,
intelligent man.  Attractive, good in bed, it was love at first sight. 
Then one night, he asked me if I would let him spank me, and I agreed.  I
just loved it, and there's no rational way to explain it.  And ever since,
we've been, well getting into the scene."

"But you were such a prude."

"Not that much of a prude.  Remember Sharon, my college roommate?"

"Sure," I said, taking a bite of my steak.

"For entertainment, she used to read Porn.  She started me off by reading
Story of O; for the next four years in between schoolwork I read everything
that she did."

"So that's why you were so eager to get back to school every September."

"Yup.  I certainly wouldn't buy those books on my own, but she did.  She
went down to the adult shops to buy cheap paperbacks.  I just loved the
bondage ones from HOM; they seemed a bit better written than some others."

"But you didn't do anything with your interest, did you?" I asked.

"Not until I met Sam at the party.  I'd always dreamt of meeting a Dominant
like those in the books that I read; but never believed it possible."

We ate in silence for a while, Sis giving me time to digest her revelation.

"Just what do you do together?"

"All sorts of things.  Spanking, bondage, gags, and he uses a riding crop,
a small whip, and cat, on me.  Blindfolds and hoods also."

"And this turns you on?"

"You bet!  Before I met Sam, if you put sex on a scale of ten, vanilla sex
would be a five.  Now it's a ten – sometimes even better!" she declared.

We drank together in unison; and I wondered if the couple in the next booth
was overhearing us.  If so they didn't give any indication of it.

"That's quite an admission," I observed.

"Yes.  I read that we all have secret fantasy lives.  Mine was always to be
used by a Master.  And the city gives you opportunities!  There are a few
fetish shops in my area I patronize; and Sam and I go to clubs in the city.
 It's great!  You probably think that I'm a pervert, right?" she asked.

"No," I said, swallowing a French fry, "because I've got a little lifelong
secret also.  I want to find a Master as well."

"Huh?"

"Identical twins share the same desires; maybe they are hard wired into our
genes.  You know all of those studies?  Twins marry; have the same type of
husbands and sexual desires and experiences; even down to the number of
children.  Well I guess that I'm like you."

"How did this happen?"

"One day in college I wandered into an adult book store, saw a magazine of
pictures of women in bondage.  I brought it back to the dorm and was
masturbating myself when my roomie walked in.  She called me a filthy
pervert and walked out.  Ever since then I've satisfied myself with porn as
well.  I asked a previous boyfriend to spank me once – he refused."

"I guess that identical twins do share the same desires then."

"I'd like to do a scene with someone," I said.

"Why that's great!  I'll tell Sam, he knows lots of people in the scene;
and I'm sure that he'll be able to find someone for you."

"No," I answered, "I want your Master to introduce me to D/s."

"What!"

"Well you did say that he was a great Master.  Was that his picture on your
night table?"

"Yes.  Sis you can't do a scene with Sam pretending to be me.  It's not
like when we were in High School and we switched dates one night.  There's
a greater degree of trust in a D/s relationship.  When I kneel naked before
him, and he places a collar on me, I trust that he's not going to hurt me,
or do things I don't like or am not physically able to do.  And he trusts
me that I'm not going to the cops and say that he beat me up.  It's a
mutual trust that we share together.  We may not have a written contract
yet like some couples – but what you want to do is to deceive him."

"But this would be the ideal way for me to get into the scene.  To
substitute for you – and it would only be for one night!" I protested.

"Sam would be more than willing to introduce you to someone.  But that
would involve breaking a trust."

"Isn't there anything I can do?" I asked.

"Well – if you could convince Aaron to spank you and place a few marks on
you, then maybe I'd consider the idea."

Aaron was my boyfriend of several months.  He taught Math at one of the
City High Schools; and he had met Brenda already.  And she knew that he was
a conservative type from our double dates.

"What if I didn't go to Aaron?" I suggested.

"Who do you have in mind?"

"A professional dominatrix," I answered bluntly.

"You've got to be kidding."

"Not at all."

3 -  The Consultation

For the hundredth time that week, I wondered if I was doing the right
thing.  I was in a small changing room, in a commercial Dungeon located in
midtown.

Brenda evidently knew quite a lot of people in the scene, and she had told
me where I could engage the services of one of her friends.

Carina, so Brenda had told me, was a psychology student at NYU, and was
paying for her education by practicing her sexual interest – Female
Domination – commercially.

So I had called the Dungeon, made an appointment (just like getting my hair
done); then Carina had interviewed me (Have you ever done Bondage, Anal
Sex, Water Sports?  Like sex was some sort of checklist!) then she showed
me to the changing room to disrobe.

I removed my clothes, hung them up, and padded, naked to the Dungeon.

Carina was wearing a black PVC bodysuit, sheer to waist stockings, and a
modest pair of high heels.

"Are you ready slave?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Then kneel before me."

I did as she instructed, and placed my hand on my knees.  Something I had
seen in a Porn film.

"Are you ready, Bonnie, to accept my discipline freely?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Without force or coercion?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"What is your safeword?"

"Doppelganger."

"Kiss my shoes then."

"Yes Mistress."

I bent down, and began to lick and kiss her high heels, which were PVC as
well.  Inside, I was shaking.

"Have you ever been touched my a woman before?"

"No, Mistress."

Carina walked over to the couch, and sat down.

"Over my knees, sweetie.  Time for a spanking."

I draped myself over her lap, and steeled myself as I saw a paddle on the
couch beside me.

"Owww!" I cried when her hand impacted onto my bottom, "Owww!"

"When you leave here, Bonnie, you're going to have very sore bottom."

"Owww!  Owww!" I cried.

Her hand continued to strike my bottom, first one ass cheek, then another. 
I tried to jerk away, but Carina was quite strong, and kept me seated on
her lap.  Once I had gotten used to having my buns warmed, I discovered
that I was sopping wet between my legs.  Probably the result of
masturbating all those years in front of bondage porn films.

"Slut," observed Carina as she felt my pussy.

"Yes, Mistress."

Carina then continued with the paddle, each stroke landing harshly on my
sore bottom.  Crack!  Crack!  Crack! went the paddle each time it struck my
ass.

"Kiss the paddle," Carina ordered.

I obeyed eagerly, and kissed the handle when it was offered to me.

"On your knees."

I resumed my position back on the floor, with Carina seated on the couch.

"I'm going to continue with the crop.  I've already reddened your bottom,
which will last for several days.  The crop will hurt even more.  Do you
want to continue? Carina asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

Carina led me over to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and she placed
padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles.  She attached my wrist cuffs to the
ceiling chain, then a bar to my ankle cuffs.  Activating a small motor, I
was soon stretched taut.

"Aren't we vulnerable?" asked Carina.

"Yes, Mistress," I softly answered.

Carina circled me, then stopped at my back.  Both her hands reached around
me, finally pinching my erect nipples with her fingers.  I stood in
silence, feeling her PVC clad torso mold itself to my naked body.

"I'm going to hurt you, as you have never been hurt before.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"No you don't – not yet.  Not until I'm finished will you understand,"
cautioned Carina.

My first taste of the crop was a line of pain across my thighs.  Carina
followed that with another stroke, and then another.  Each one landing in
just the right place to inflict one new agony on my flesh after another.  I
had resolved to do this, no matter what the cost.

"Owww!  Owwww! Owww!" I cried.

But I didn't ask for mercy or use my safeword.  Not once.  Even though
tears ran from my eyes, as I was systematically cropped.  My breathing
became short and ragged, my body felt like it was on fire.

The flat leather pad at the crop's tip was used between my legs to great
effect.  Anne-Marie was correct, as that flesh is indeed the most sensitive
part of a woman's body.

"Kiss the crop."

I did so quickly, kissing the instrument of my torment when it was offered
to my lips.

"Next, a short session with the whip.  Then I shall attend to your holes."

Carina displayed a whip, which she then used on me.  It coiled around me,
every time leaving a red mark on my flesh.  After I had counted a dozen
strokes, she offered me the handle.

"Sharon!" called Carina.

"Yes, Mistress!" answered a naked girl who literally ran into the Dungeon.

"Release this slut and take her to my bedroom, she's getting the full
treatment."

"Yes, Mistress."

Carina left the Dungeon, and Sharon released me.  I rubbed my arms to
restore the circulation.  I didn't have to feel between my legs to know
that I was sopping wet from the use that I had undergone.  Sharon then
locked my cuffs behind my back, then placed a blindfold over my eyes.

"Come, slave," Sharon ordered.

The bedroom was a lush, silk laden affair that could have come from a
Playboy Centerfold, except for the rings hanging from the walls.  Carina
was naked on the bedsheets, her thighs open to reveal her modest pussy
hair.

"Satisfy me, slut," Carina ordered, the crop in her hands.

"Yes, Mistress."

I hastened to comply, as I lapped at her moist cunt, quickly bring her to
climax.  Who said that Porn flicks weren't educational?

After bringing Carina to orgasm, it was my turn.  I was bound onto
spread-eagled onto the bed.  Next, Carina strapped a modest sized dildo
harness around her waist and hips, and knelt between my legs.

"Prepare to get fucked."

As I was already wet, the rubber dildo slid easily into my sheath.  Carina
began to piston in and out, and quickly had me climax one after another.

"How's that bottom of yours?"

She released me, and turned me over.  I glanced in the mirror, and saw my
bruised and red ass cheeks.  Carina pushed some lubricant into my anus,
then ever so gradually inserted the dildo up my bottom.  I relaxed as best
I could as my ass was impaled on the shaft.

After getting the dildo up my ass, Carina was finally satisfied.  She stood
up from the bed.

"You'll do," said Carina.

"Thank you, Mistress," I answered.

4 – Mission Impossible

It was finally Saturday night, and I was scared to death.  Brenda had been
teaching me how to be her for days; and suddenly this little subterfuge
didn't seem like such a good idea after all.

It was a good thing that I kept myself in such good shape.  Around her
waist Brenda wore a thin chain, and one on her ankle as well.  She had told
me that some submissives have tattoos or rings; which would have made our
little charade impossible.

Brenda had told me everything about Sam that there was to know.  How he
behaved (like a perfect gentleman) and how I was expected to behave.  To
ask permission; to be submissive.

Sam may have taught in NYC but he lived on Long Island.  So he drove into
the city and picked me up at Brenda's apartment.  I wore her clothes and
her scent, her chain around my waist, and waited nervous as hell.  Brenda
had gone to see a movie, so I was all-alone when the buzzer sounded.

I flew downstairs, and	saw Sam standing next to his car, a blue Ford
Taurus.

"Master," I greeted him.

"Brenda," he began, "you look simply wonderful, let's go, shall we?"

"Yes, Master."

He held the passenger door open for me, and I got in the car.  He got in
next to me, and we drove off.  I watched him drive, and he made little
small talk.  Brenda had told me that Sam liked to concentrate on his
driving, which worked out well for me.

Our date for this evening was to go out to dinner, then back to his house
for our scene.  I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that I would collapse
in fright when he would start to use me.

Before dinner he asked me what I wanted.  Then in the restaurant, he made
the final selection.  I had to ask to go to the bathroom!

Next, after eating, we drive to his house.  He owned a nice ranch house in
Nassau, complete with "playroom."

Outside of the playroom, I stripped naked.  Sam's attire was a black
leather vest and jeans, with boots.  We entered the playroom together, it
was dark and backlit.

"Are you ready, my dear?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Master," I replied.

"Collar and bracelet yourself," he ordered.

Hanging fron the faux brick wall were a set of collar and bracelets for my
wrists and ankles.  Silently, I placed the implements of bondage on my
myself, then knelt in front of him in silence.

"I see that you still carry the marks from my last use of you," he
observed.

"Yes, Master."

Brenda had given instructions on how I was to be used by her friend Carina
in order that my marks should match hers.  I had trouble sitting down all
week at work!

"Good.  Tonight, I shall place a few more upon you.  Go to the horse,
slave."

I rose from the carpet, and walked to the vinyl covered horse, and stood
before it in silence.

"Place yourself upon it."

I threw my leg over it, and eased my sex down onto the vinyl.  Sam locked
my wrists together behind my back, then attached chains to my ankles.

"You will first stay on the horse for a while, then beg for your use."

"Yes, Master."

Sam went off to do something else in the house, leaving the playroom door
open in case I should call for help.  This gave me time to view the many
implements that Sis had told me about.  He had a pair of stocks, manacles
hanging from the wall, a cage, a leather clad sofa, a throne like chair,
plus a number of wall cabinets where he kept his toy collection.

Resting my entire weight on my sex was something that I had read about. 
However I wasn't really prepared for just how uncomfortable it would be
until I actually did it for the first time.  I shifted with my bondage,
trying to remove my weight from my pussy, squirming one way and then
another.

But I resolved that having gone this far I wasn't going to back out now.  I
sat and suffered in silence, knowing that this method of enduring pain was
just his warmup to other things.

I didn't know if I rested for ten minutes of an hour, but I sat on the
horse, my pussy becoming steadily more uncomfortable as time passed.  It
seemed like an eternity.

"Ready for something else?" Sam asked when he appeared.

"Yes, Master," I eagerly answered, "please – use me!"

He took a small cat, which was composed of several thin strands of leather.
 He used it on my jutting breasts and tummy, and the outside of my thighs. 
I took every stroke in silence, except for a few small grunts.

"Thank – Thank you Master," I stuttered when he had finished.  

"Kiss the cat."

I did so immediately, wondering what was going to happen next.  His right
hand went to my sex, which was already wet.

"What a slut you are," he sneered.

"Yes, Master," I answered.

He unchained me, and ordered me over to the stocks.  In no time at all, I
was imprisoned, my head and arms and feet held immobile in the wood.

He produced a paddle, which he slapped against his palm.

"You've been a very naughty girl lately," he intoned.

Had my subterfuge been discovered?  Had I slipped up somewhere?  Had he
discovered that I was a fake?

"Yes, Master."

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Without any preliminary or warning, the paddle fell on my poor bottom, with
was still red and had just healed from what happened the week before with
Carina.  Again I endured in silence, as he had not ordered me to count out
each stroke.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

My bottom felt like it was on fire as the leather paddle repeatedly found
it's mark on my red flaming ass.  It had been one thing to fantasize about
being used by a Master; now I was having second thoughts?  What could he do
with the whip?

His hands opened the ass during a pause, he was gazing at my anal ring. 
One hand reached into my wet pussy lips, making me squirm and cry out. 
Then her started to play with and finally to pinch my nipples – before he
placed small clamps upon them!

"Enjoying yourself, slave?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Master,"

He then continued with a folded leather belt, which slapped against my poor
confined body.  I was so full of pent-up sexual energy, I felt like I was
going to orgasm right there in the stocks!

"Control yourself, slut!  Don't come until I give you permission!"

"Yes, Master."

Until now, I had just imagined what it was like to be stimulated during a
session.  But now, all my dreams of submission, all the nights when I
masturbated with a book and my vibrator between my legs seemed to merge
into the present.  It was only with the greatest self-control that I
managed not to come.  Sam helped by stopping at the right time!

"Do you deserve to be whipped?"

"Yes, Master, yes!" I cried.

Whipped!  For only the second time!  I must have been mad, for in moments I
was hanging by my wrists, my legs opened by a spreader bar.  Then he
approached me with a belt that I had only seen in catalogs.  A dildo
harness!

He drew the belt around my slender waist, then inserted the male shaft into
my wet sheath, finally buckling the strap at my back.  Then a simple ball
gag was inserted into my mouth, and closed at the nape of my neck.  He
pressed a Casino Token into my hand.

"Since you can't use your safeword," he cautioned.

He began with a long slender whip that he used ever so softly on my naked
bound form.  The whip circled and caressed my body, leaving thin red lines
on my breasts, hips, and thighs.  Being whipped and gagged at the same time
was enormously stimulating, and I became dizzy as wave after wave of
sensation rippled through me like electricity.

I lost track of time, and the number of strokes as he periodically circled
around me, the tip finding new targets each time to strike.  Had I not been
gagged, I might have been screaming from pain or ecstasy or a combination
of both.

My submissive dreams and the reality of finally experiencing a whipping
then produced the greatest orgasm I ever felt.  Suddenly my loins exploded,
my heart bursting, every nerve in my body firing at once as a tidal wave of
orgasm, one after another, exploded within me.

I wasn't sure when it ended, when Sam released me and laid me on the
carpet.  He removed his vest and black jeans, and his massive erection was
the most exciting thing that I had ever seen.

He took me right there on the carpet, not even waiting to carry me off to
the bedroom.  I was still gagged, and I bit and sucked at the red rubber
ball in my mouth.  Having my power of speech taken from me had produced the
most exciting sex ever!

I arched my hips as he plunged his male shaft into me, surrounding his legs
as he pistoned into me, driving my bottom onto the carpet.  I could feel
the hard wood floor beneath, but I didn't care.  I surrounded his ass with
my legs as he drove into my sheath.

Then came one earth shattering orgasm after another, and tears ran from my
eyes and moans from behind the gag in my mouth.  It went on forever and
ever, and I didn't remember anything after finally passing out from ecstasy
and excitement.

5 – Dιnouement

The waitress placed our dinners before us.  We were in a diner in Chelsea,
where some local D/s munches meet.  Maybe I'll go to one someday.

"So, how was it?"

"It was great!" I answered, muting my voice.  I described, in detail,
everything that had happened that night between Sam and myself.  I still
had a hard time sitting down, and I spent hours admiring my marks in the
mirror.  But I never felt like this before!

"Do you want to continue in the scene?" Brenda asked.

I looked at my sister, and recalled all of the wonderful events that had
led me to this point.  Something didn't add up!

"Wait a minute," I said, "Sam didn't ask me for a safeword like Carina did.
 He knew that I wasn't you – didn't he!" I accused.

"May I join you?" asked Sam, who had suddenly appeared.

He seated himself in the booth next to Brenda, who remained silent at that
moment.

"Yes," he began, "Brenda told me of the whole scheme.  Not to do so would
have broken the trust between us as a couple in a D/s relationship; and
might have placed you in a potentially dangerous situation as well."

"I feel betrayed, I wanted to show how submissive I could be in
impersonating Brenda," I protested.

"You have nothing to feel ashamed about, you performed very well indeed."

"Thank you," I answered.

"Thank you what?" he asked with steel in his voice.

"Thank you, Master."

"That's better."

"Do you want to continue in the scene?" he asked.

"With you as my Master?" I asked hopefully.

"No, that would be too much of a male fantasy to have a pair of identical
twins as my slaves.  I can suggest a good friend of mine who is looking for
someone right now."

He passed me a picture of a man from his shirt pocket.  On the back was a
name – Michael.  He was quite good looking!

"Well?" he asked.

"Could you place me contact with Michael, Sir?" I asked.

"Certainly," he answered.

As for what happened next, why that's another story.  For another day.

THE END

     


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