Her name was Lisa Cormack, and she was a confident young woman of twenty one years. She lived with her twin sister, Diana, in an apartment that they both shared. She went to college and did reasonably well there. Though she never felt that she was as good as her sister. The two of them had a reputation, Diana was the serious and studious one. The cold-hearted senior student who was always able to answer the questions when they were called upon to do so. Then, there was Lisa. The fun-loving relaxed twin who was always in her sister’s shadow. Their personalities were so different that many found it hard to figure that they were related at all, or at least would have if not for their appearances.
They were not identical. Lisa and Diana were fraternal twins, and though they looked similar due to their shared connection, they were each distinct visually. They had dark hair which Diana wore long and Lisa wore short. They shared blue eyes, and slim builds. If you had asked some of their colleagues in college, they might have said that Lisa was the prettier of the two where Diana was the more intimidating. Of course, that came down as much to attitude as it did physical appearance.
In spite of their differences, the sisters were close. Their bond was strong enough that they shared secrets most others would feel uncomfortable disclaiming even to family. They had shared facts about their various relationships, their hopes for the future, even their sexual fantasies and desires when it came to their partner.
Lisa even had a boyfriend whom she was pretty sure she loved. Everything was going pretty well for her in her life.
Well, except for one thing…
She was bored.
It wasn’t that she didn’t care for Kyle. She really, truly did. But her sex life was unfulfiling. It was the same thing every time and though it brought her pleasure in the moment, it quickly faded back into dullness. Lisa was someone who wanted to explore her fantasies, to see what it really felt like to be chained down or enslaved rather than just imagining it and masturbating. The problem was, well, Kyle didn’t.
“It’s the most frustrating thing!” She said one day. “I’m ready to let Kyle dominate the fuck out of me and he refuses to take charge! I’ve even got toys and chains all ready!”
Diana looked at her younger sister by several minutes, peering over the top of the laptop she was working on. The two sisters were at home after college for the day. Assignments were due and typical to their nature, Diana had already nearly finished hers while Lisa had yet to start. She considered mentioning this, but knew it would make little difference anyway.
“Maybe Kyle just isn’t the type to take charge?” Diana suggested. “Some guys like you to be the dominant one.”
“No way,” Lisa shook her head. “Believe me, when we do have sex Kyle loves to be in charge. I think it’s just the idea that puts him off. He says that he doesn’t want to treat me as a slave.”
“That’s sweet of him,” Diana remarked.
“It’s annoying is what it is! I’ve told him there’s a difference between a game and reality, but he just doesn’t seem to be willing to give it a go.”
Diana shrugged.
“I’m not sure what you can do about it then. Seems he’s just not comfortable with that type of thing. Are you going to dump him?”
“What, just over this? No way! I really care about him! It’s just kind of infuriating!”
Lisa sighed.
“I don’t know, Di. I’m trying to do some self exploration over here and my boyfriend doesn’t want to help! That’s not supposed to be a problem that I should be having! I’m young and hot! You’ve seen my naked, right?”
“A few times,.” Diana replied, still not really paying attention.
“Right! I look good, don’t I?”
“Of course you do.”
“Any guy should want me, shouldn’t he!”
“At least the straight ones,” her sister commented.
“Right! So why can’t I get Kyle – my own actual boyfriend – to put me in chains and fuck me like a whore?”
“Possibly because you phrased it like that?” Diana raised an eyebrow. “I’d hate to be thought of as negative, but I suspect that might have scared him away. Just a thought.”
“Bah!” Lisa made a theatrical gesture before half collapsing on the sofa in the centre of the room. “It’s not like he doesn’t have his own fetishes, you know! At least I promised to hear him out!”
“What fetishes are you talking about?” Diana asked curiously. She looked from the laptop and then to her sister and gave a small sigh. Then she closed the lid and focused on Lisa. But Lisa’s face had gone red as the blood rushed to it.
“F-forget I said that!” She said quickly. “I promised him I wouldn’t tell you.”
Unfortunately for Lisa – and certainly for Kyle – Diana was a sharp enough person to catch the implicit meaning of her words.
“Me?” She blinked. “You promised him that specifically I would not hear about it?”
“N-no, of course not. I meant anyone. I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
Diana shot Lisa a wary look. Lisa had a reputation between the two of them as the wilder one, and Diana was well used to her sister’s ways.
“You’re lying.” She said, “I can tell by your voice.”
“My voice is perfect!”
“Exactly. You’re putting effort into it. It was about me. Is Kyle attracted to me or something? Or does he buy into the whole ‘’ice queen’’ thing. I swear so many guys try to date me just so they can say that they had sex with the college ice queen.”
“Well…” Lisa looked trapped, cornered by her own words. “It’s not about you specifically. It’s not the ice queen thing either. It’s….um, twins.”
“Twins?”
“Yeah. He was a bit embarrassed about it. Even though we’re not identical, we look similar enough that it turns him on something fierce.”
“Huh.” Diana said. “Never heard that one before. You’d think so. It’s kind of a common thing for some people but I guess it just never came up. Does he want to sleep with us both?”
Lisa’s face was flushed red now. Her usually pale skin had started to colour. She was trapped between her sister and her boyfriend. On one hand, she didn’t want Kyle to think that she didn’t value the promise she had made to him. On the other, the bond she shared with Diana was just too deep and strong! Diana knew how to get the truth out of her, and it was with that damned look! The way she fixed you with her eyes and dared you to lie or adjust the truth a little.
“He didn’t say that exactly…” Lisa said carefully. “It, um, came up after a party one night. He was a bit drunk and confessed that he found both of us really hot. That he would want to fuck us both if we let him. After he sobered up, he was absolutely mortified by it. I promised never to mention it to anyone, so thanks for making me a liar, sis.”
“You’re welcome,” Diana said. “Not that you weren’t already one anyway.”
“Well, yeah.” Lisa gave a self-aware grin. “But on this specific topic, I mean.”
A handful of moments passed, both twins lost in their own thoughts.
“Hey, Diana…” Lisa began.
“No.” Diana said flatly.
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!”
“You were going to ask if I would fool around with you and Kyle so long as he agreed to treat you like a slave.”
“Damn, how could you possibly know that?”
“Because I know you.”
“Yeah, well, it was worth a try.”
“Now you’re trying to pretend you’ve given up on the idea, but really you’re just thinking about how to convince me.”
“You know, when your ex-boyfriend called you a witch, Diana, I never thought it was literally true! How the hell are you able to read me so easily?”
“One, experience. Two, you’re still trying to butter me up. The answer is still no.”
“But why not?”
“We’re sisters. It would be weird.”
“We’re twins! That’s different!”
“No. No it is not.”
“According to other people it is!”
“According to porn sites, you mean.”
“Yeah, well…” Lisa crossed her arms in an exaggerated sulk. “Maybe it would be fun if you tried it.”
Diana said nothing and Lisa played with her dark hair nervously. The two sisters shared a very close bond, but they were still very different people. Even so, Diana considered it. Lisa’s offer was more tempting than she was aware.
Diana Cormack was the sort of woman who was used to being powerful. That wasn’t a boast; she was intelligent and strong willed, confident in her body and in her looks. She had a reputation as being cold and calculating, and she was very deliberate with her actions or her words. Contrary to Lisa, who tended to get into things without even thinking about it, Diana was the sort of girl who would never do anything without considering how it could affect herself and others.
She was, in short, sober, reliable and intelligent. And these were all very good things to be, but didn’t much help her in the bedroom. She typically didn’t do anything wild, and any fetishes or kinks, she always kept to herself. It annoyed her to no end that many of her past boyfriends had hooked up with her more due to her reputation than her body, her looks or her personality.
“Give me some time to think about it,” She told her younger sister.
“What, really?”
“I’m not making any promises,” Diana said. “But I’ll consider it. I’ll tell you more tomorrow before college.”
And then she went back to her work as if she had said nothing strange at all. As if she had not said she would consider joining in a threesome with her own enslaved sister. In truth, the idea sparked a certain amount of desire in her. Diana would die before she admitted it, but she delighted in the idea of being dominated by someone else. It was a kink the two sisters shared, though Lisa was always more open about her wants.
Diana had never been able to explore it with anyone. Mostly, her boyfriends had wanted to use her. She hadn’t trusted them to be truly open with her feelings. She’d known as soon as she told them anything that word of it would spread to the college.
‘’Hey, did you hear about Diana? She likes to be tied up in the bedroom, can you believe that?’’
‘’Huh, that’s more kinky than I would expect from her.’’
‘’Well, it just goes to show you doesn’t it? Our ice queen has a fetish for being shown her real place.’’
Yeah, no. She wasn’t interested in that sort of thing in the least. So even though she had shared many of Lisa’s kinks, Diana had never told her sister about them nor explored them herself.
Yet now she had the perfect chance…
Later that night, before she went to bed, Diana decided to take a shower. There was a single bathroom in the apartment which in spite of its name, did not actually contain a bath. Instead, it had a large shower tucked away in one corner. The doors were made of glass, which fogged up as the water ran. Steam wafted and rose through the air, and the sound of water filled the small chamber.
Diana stood naked, the droplets pounding against her skin. Her dark hair was already soaked, and she brushed it back with her hands. The water was warm and felt good against her upper chest, running in rivulets around her breasts. Diana’s chest was bigger than her sister’s, but still modest in the grand scheme of things. She looked down, seeing that her nipples were still hard.
Damn.
She’d been thinking about what Lisa said a lot that day. Her sister didn’t know just how tempting her offer actually was. Diana almost never got a chance to explore herself. She never trusted anyone else enough to open up to them.
The question was, did she trust Kyle and Lisa enough?
Lisa instantly. There was no problem there. The two of them might have bickered back and forth a bit but they were still sisters, and they guarded each other where it counted. It wasn’t as if they weren’t comfortable around each other naked either. During free days, Lisa often stalked the apartment clad only in her bra and panties if she couldn’t bother to dress. And they had showered together too when the water had been broken and in limited amounts. They knew each other, naked and not. They had even discussed their fantasies and kinks, more Lisa than Diana, but still.
So Lisa was fine. Thus the question turned to Kyle. How much did she trust him really? Well, Lisa and he had been going out for about six years now. They were pretty solid as such things went. She’d never seen him cheat on her or cause her any problems. He was honest, if mild-mannered, and always tried to do the best for anyone involved.
Those were all good traits, but were they good enough? She bit her lower lip. The steam rose around her body, enshrouding her nudity in its veil of heat. Diana always enjoyed the feeling of the water against her skin and over the sound of the splashing shower, no one would hear her moan either.
She reached down with two fingers, rubbing her pussy in a gradual motion that made her body tingle. Oh yes, she was aroused. Being enslaved was just as much her fetish as it was her sister’s. She closed her eyes, drawing a picture of herself in this hypothetical future. She would be kneeling on the ground, naked of course. Would her hands be bound behind her back? Maybe. Probably. She’d be blindfolded. All she could see would be blackness.
And Kyle would be there.
Or…would it be Kyle? She would have no way to know. She would just know that someone was there, their hands on chest, their greedy fingers rising across her body. Possessing her and making her moan and squeal. Blindfolded and chained, she would just have to hope that it was Kyle and not someone else. Someone who would have her totally at their mercy.
Diana moaned softly, heat flowed through her body. Her nipples were still hard, and she teased them a little, rubbing them and grinding them between her fingers.
Diana had always wondered why the idea of being helpless and powerless made her so hot and bothered. Maybe it was because she was the one who often got Lisa out of her own problems. Diana was the one who was supposed to have the answers and bear the weight of responsibility. The elder sister, even if she was elder by mere minutes.
There was no way around it. The idea of being laid low turned her on. It made her horny. Being defeated and subjugated, made to dance at the will of an other. She had so many fantasies surrounding it that she could hardly even count them all!
What would it feel like to be blindfolded and enslaved? Her body the plaything for another? Truly and totally helpless, made to do anything and everything her master desired? Holy shit, why did that thought make her so wet? Diana swallowed, her throat was suddenly dry and her pussy was soaking. She ran her fingers across it again, her muscles trembled at the growing pleasure that this brought.
Even the idea of being made to have sex with her sister filled her with a sort of primal lust. At first, she’d been disturbed by this, but then she’d realised it wasn’t a desire for Lisa at all. It was a desire to be controlled, to be forced to do something that she normally never would. Diana got off on the idea of playing a role in someone else’s fantasy. Of being chained down and punished if she didn’t. The thought of Kyle or anyone else watching as the two sisters made out or masturbated turned her on because it would only drive in how powerless and helpless she really was. She would be breaking a taboo not because she wanted to, but because she did not have the ability not to.
As she thought this, Diana’s hand reached up and unhooked the head of the shower from its place by the wall. The water drummed against her leg as she positioned it between her thighs. With a twist of the showerhead, a steady stream of water was projected upwards towards her pussy. She moaned more loudly now, her fingers working her lower lips furiously. The water penetrated her and made her legs feel weak. Fuelled her fantasy of submission. She imagined that she was being made to do this; that Kyle was watching her through the door with Lisa kneeling at his feet. Her sister was naked, and they were both watching Diana get off with the shower head.
The feeling of the water reverberated through her body, sparking ecstasy in her lower self. The heat and tightness of her orgasm whipped through her and she cried out. One of her hands rose to her chest and started to play with her breasts. She rolled and teased her nipple while her other hand continued to pleasure herself down there. The shower head lay on the ground, the stream of water projected upwards towards her. She squatted over it like a slave would, touching and teasing herself until she felt her body starting to tense.
Would she be allowed to cum? A free woman could climax whenever she wanted, but a slave could only do it on commnad. If she really was a slave, then this was a freedom she would no longer have. But the feeling was so strong, tearing through her. Diana knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the orgasm for very long! If she did cum, how would she be punished? The idea whipped through her, driving her into a deeper frenzy of motion.
The orgasm hit her hard and Diana moaned loudly, her voice only barely audible over the running water. The strength left her legs, and she sunk down to the ground, moisture pooling around her. Her face was flushed, and her chest fluttered.
Diana took a few moments to compose herself, wrapped her body in a towel and went to find Lisa.
“Hey, I’ve thought about it.”
“Really? I thought you said you’d tell me tomorrow?”
“I thought about it faster than I thought. I’ll agree to your plan under one condition.”
“Yeah?”
“I want him to enslave me too.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ubkc4g/that_time_lisa_convinced_her_boyfriend_to_enslave
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