Mistaken Identity-[F-16]-(lesbian-light bondage-spanking-strap on)-part-1 thru 4-of-4

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Mistaken Identity

Part-1-of-4

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"Pass the sugar?" said Gabrielle as she shoveled a last forkful of eggs into her mouth.
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Samantha pushed the little shaker across the small table while she stared out the kitchen window. The sun wouldn't make it out today, she thought. From the overcast sky she believed it would probably be raining before noon. Not that a rain would be unusual; it rained more often than not here in New Orleans, especially during the spring. Gabrielle tossed her head, sending her mane of long blonde hair over her shoulder and quickly scribbled in her workbook as she distractedly poured way too much sugar into her coffee cup. .
Samantha and Gabrielle were identical twins. They were both 5-foot 8, a slim 130 lbs, 35C-26-35, blonde hair, blue eye, a flat stomach, long, exquisitely shaped legs and a perfect pert apple butt, and breasts so firm that they didn’t required bra. They were so alike in body shape, that not even their own mother could tell them apart. But so dislike one another in temperament that people could scarcely believe they were related. Gabrielle was outgoing and gregarious, while her sister was shy and retiring. People who knew them well could tell them apart by their mannerisms and speech patterns, but only in certain situations was it obvious which one was which.
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Sitting at the small dinette table in the tidy little kitchen they looked like a before and after picture. Samantha was before, hair mussed from sleep, no make up and still wearing her nightshirt. Gabrielle was the after, hair brushed out, immaculately made up and wearing a red dress that was extremely daring.
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Samantha smiled and waited for her sister to take a sip of the coffee. When she did Gabrielle nearly sprayed it all over everything. Samantha the shy blonde began giggling while her sister stared at her like it was her fault.
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"Very funny," Gabrielle said as she stood up, emptied the cup into the sink, and poured herself another.
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Gabrielle was the wild child, free spirited, daring, brash and uninhibited. She’d been the most popular girl in school and that was based not only on her beauty but also on her unbridled sex drive. Samantha was the exact opposite, shy, retiring, a bit of a bookworm and content to stay home on even Friday nights curled up with a good book.
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Gabrielle was a sexual dynamo and in high school she had dated boys but early in college she’d decided she was bi. In the last year she had become very secretive and unusually discreet. Samantha noticed this of course, but was not the kind to pry. Despite their different personalities the two girls had a very strong and loving relationship.
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It was a Friday and just like every Friday, Gabrielle was getting ready for classes. Samantha already had her undergraduate degree and was a teaching assistant in the Anthropology department, working on her masters. Friday was her late day; she didn't even have to be on the campus until 3:00 to hold office hours. And she often didn't have any appointments so she could head home even earlier. Gabrielle was a fifth year senior and still struggling to get her MBA. Friday was her hell day and she didn't usually get in from classes before six.
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Today Gabrielle wore a red mini dress that showed off most of her long, supple legs, with high heels and a black choker. The dress fit snugly across her small breasts and the scoop neck showed a daring amount of cleavage. Samantha would be embarrassed to be seen in anything so revealing and she always thought the choker looked more like a collar. Still, she had to admit against her sister's creamy white skin and framed by her long blonde hair it was stunning.
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Samantha was still wearing her pink Winnie the Pooh nightshirt and hadn't even combed out her long blonde hair. In fact she was going back to bed as soon as her sister left for school. Gabrielle gulped down her cup of coffee and grabbed her book bag. Samantha shook her head as she glanced at the clock, her sister was running late as usual.
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"Still going home this weekend?" Gabrielle asked, almost too casually.
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"Yes, you and your boyfriend will have the apartment to yourselves. Just stay out of my room," Samantha replied while sipping her coffee.
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"You're great sis, love you," Gabrielle said as she kissed her sister on the cheek and bolted out the door.
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Samantha smiled and sipped on her coffee. She genuinely liked going home, but Gabrielle hated it. They came from a very small town that was very traditional and close knit. Her sister always felt caged there, unable to be herself. She went home only for holidays and then left as soon as was practical. She considered Samantha going home on the weekend and leaving her the apartment to be very sweet, but to Samantha it was not a big deal. She loved New Orleans, but she very rarely went out. Her innate shyness kept her house bound so often that she was actually glad for the change of scenery. At home she had a few friends and even if they weren't around, she loved sleeping in her own bed. She finished her coffee, placed her cup and Gabrielle's plate in the sink and ran water over them before returning to bed.
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She has almost faded back to sleep when she heard a knock at the door. Samantha rose sleepily and trudged down the hall. Gabrielle was so forgetful and she wondered what her sister had left behind today. She unbolted the door and opened it without even checking the peephole.
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A very tall woman with black hair and aquiline features was standing there. She wore a black leather coat that fell to mid calf and black leather boots that disappeared under the coat. Her hair was worn short and her full lips were painted blood red. She was strikingly beautiful and there was an aura of power emanating from her that took Samantha's breath away. In one hand she held a heavy suitcase and in the other what looked like a leash, but Samantha didn't see a dog anywhere.
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"What's this my pretty? Where's your collar?" she said as she pushed her way past a stunned Samantha and tossed her suitcase on the sofa.
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"Excuse me?"
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"And no heels, someone’s begging for a spanking I think."
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"Spanking!" Samantha exclaimed in shock, "Now wait just a minute."
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"Well, I see you have developed a little rebellious streak while I was away," the tall beauty interrupted, "I suppose you’ll need to be reminded of your place." As the woman spoke her hand went into her jacket pocket and came out with a black leather strap with a round red ball in the middle and buckles on each end.
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"No wait, you're making a mistake," Samantha blurted out as the woman advanced on her.
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"Oh no my pet, it's you who’s made the mistake. I see two months away is too long to leave you. Luckily I expected a little rebellion and came prepared,” the woman said as she moved suddenly and pressed Samantha against the door. Before Samantha could even think, the tall woman forced the red ball against her lips. The small girl bravely held her teeth tightly shut, but the woman grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard, causing her to gasp. When her mouth opened the red ball was shoved in. It tasted like a rubber band. She tried to spit it out, but the woman's hands were already behind her head buckling the strap. Samantha tried to struggle, but the woman caught her arm and twisted it behind her. The manhandling caused Samantha to screamed into the gag, but more from surprise than pain.
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The woman easily held her arm behind her back as she marched her down the hallway towards the bedrooms. With her arm pinioned behind her back, and the woman's height, she was forced to walk on tiptoe and could do little to resist. As she walked, Samantha’s mind was awhirl with thoughts of all the terrible and horrifying crime stories that she had read.

Who was this woman? How could she get away?

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The tall woman shoved her into Gabrielle's room and threw her none too gently onto the big waterbed. Samantha floundered, trying to get up and run. Her mind was racing with fear and she desperately wanted to get to the alarm box in the kitchen. She had just rolled over when she saw the woman undo the lock on Gabrielle's footlocker. From the blue trunk she pulled out a set of black leather manacles connected by a short length of silver chain.
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"Well, at least you’ve kept my presents in good working order," the woman said arching her eyebrow.
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Her voice, tinged with a Slavic accent of some sort, thought Samantha was familiar.
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Presents? How did she get the key to Gabrielle's footlocker? What were manacles doing in there anyway? Samantha was so confused and so scared it took a few moments for everything to sink in. When it all did the only possible answer hit her like a ton of bricks. This woman was her sister's lover. The one who’d been visiting while Samantha was home for the weekend. She was so shocked that all she could do was shake her head.
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"Now, let's get you out of that ridiculous nightgown," she said as she mounted the bed. Samantha lunged upwards, but the woman seemed ready for her. She placed her hand between Samantha's breasts and shoved back down, forcing the small girl back onto the waterbed. Samantha swung her hand up and hit the woman in the face.
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"All right my pretty, if that's the way you want to play," the tall woman hissed angrily.
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Her strong hands grabbed the hem of Samantha's nightgown and roughly yanked it up and over her head. When her breasts bounced free, Samantha blushed crimson. Franticly she rolled over and tried to get a hold on the bed frame to pull her self away from this crazy woman. She felt a grip like iron on her wrist, dragging it back behind her and then she felt the cuff being fitted around her it.
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"No please," she cried, but only a muffled wail escaped the gag.
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The woman in the leather jacket paid her no heed as she expertly secured Samantha's right hand. In moments she felt her left wrist seized and relentlessly dragged behind her back. It too was secured after a few moments of kicking and screaming into the gag. Samantha jerked her arms left and right, but the manacles were strong and she found she had only a little freedom to move her arms. From the trunk the woman seized another set of manacles. These she attached to Samantha's arms, above her elbows and pulled the slack out, until her arms already cuffed behind her back, were almost touching at the elbows.
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Terrified, Samantha screamed into her gag and started twisting and turning when she felt long; elegant fingers curl into the waistband of her panties. She clamped her thighs tightly together and continued to struggle until she heard the tall woman snort in frustration as she ripped them off her body. Samantha had never been so humiliated in her life. She was naked and bound, unable to tell the woman who she was. She gasped in fear when she felt the woman's weight on her back. Then, even though it was muff by her gag Samantha screamed in pain when the lady grabbed her hair and forced her to arch her back.
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Then a heavy leather collar was placed around her long, slender neck, forcing her to keep her head up. She felt her captor lacing it up behind her head and tried to struggle again. The woman was moving swiftly, and soon Samantha found her legs spread wide and manacled into an expandable spreader bar.
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She felt the tears start to flow when the woman roughly thrust her hand between her legs and grabbed a handful of her silken blonde pubic hair.
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"Well, my pretty. It seems that you really want the works. No collar, a furry bush, and kicking and spitting. Very well, my pet, we'll do it your way," she laughed as she clipped nylon straps from the bedposts to the spreader bar.
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With ease she lifted Samantha's slight frame and jammed two pillows under her ass. From the headboard she clipped straps to D rings on the sides of the thick collar. When she finished, Samantha was immobilized and completely helpless. As the lady surveyed her handy work she paid no attention to the hot tears that poured down her cheeks.
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From the chest she brought out a strange looking device of elastic straps, which she proceeded to fit around Samantha's hips. Once fitted she tightened it up and Samantha realized that it fit over her body like a pair of panties, but without cloth, a strap around her waist, and two between her legs. She felt a cold shiver where a metal circle was fitted over the entrance of her most private part.
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"Let's see, what do you think, the red or the blue?" the tall woman asked rhetorically, holding a fat red vibrator and a long blue jelly dildo in either hand. Neither was extremely long, but both were significantly stouter than the small vibrator that Samantha kept hidden under her mattress. When she realized that both vibrators were larger than either of her boyfriends back in high school had been and she felt her inner muscles contract in apprehension.
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"I think the red will do nicely," she mused as she tossed the blue one on the bed and crawled between Samantha's splayed thighs. The tall woman produced a tube of lubricant from somewhere and slicked up the vibrator as Samantha struggled and screamed into her gag. Tears of humiliation poured down her cheeks as she felt this strange woman's strong fingers callously spreading her lips and pushing the cold ring of steel tightly against her.
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Mistaken Identity

Part-2-of-4

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The small girl’s eyes dilated and her nostrils flared when the lady pressed the tip of the vibrator through the metal ring and between her lips. Screams turned to a groan as she felt it being slowly pressed home, going deeper into her body, shoving tissue aside and stretching her like never before. Along with the fullness was a deep and powerful vibration that seemed to shake her whole lower body. She heard the metallic click as the base of the vibrator seated against the metal ring. The dark haired woman pulled a short leather strap across the base and snapped it to the other side of the metal ring, securing the vibrator in place.
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Tweaking one of Samantha’s nipples, the lady said, "Well, my little brat that should keep you out of trouble. Now, you be good and enjoy your little friend, I need some coffee and to get unpacked," she added as she stood up and headed for the door.
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Samantha screamed into her gag and struggled, causing the big woman to stop and look back at her.
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"What? Oh, how silly of me, I forgot your nipple clamps. Is that what my baby’s upset about?" she cooed as she returned to the footlocker.
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She rose with a long silver chain dangling from her middle finger. On each end was a long thin alligator clamp with a black knob near the springs. The woman walked around and sat next to Samantha. She reached out and began to gently knead the helpless girl's breast. Samantha shivered as she felt the woman's soft, warm hand. In contrast to earlier it was very gentle and warm. The shy girl was breathing hard, fast and shallow, causing her to feel lightheaded. To add to her predicament she felt acute shame when her nipple grew hard under the lady’s expert caress.
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Samantha squealed into her gag when she felt the clamp’s serrated teeth bite into the flesh of her sensitive nipple. It hurt, a sharp shooting pain that quickly ebbed to a dull ache.
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"Oh now, it isn't that tight, so stop your wiggling or I'll really turn the screws up!"

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The threat may not have been serious, but how could Samantha be sure? She had never even guessed at this side to her sister in her darkest dreams. Petrified by fear, she held very still as the tall woman placed the other clamp around her other nipple and released it, sending another sharp pain, followed by that dull ache through her nipple. Samantha watched as the big woman laughed, then got up and left the room.
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As soon as she was gone, the small girl began to struggle against her bonds. It took only minutes for her to tire herself out, while impressing upon her how helpless she was. Unable to get away, Samantha wondered what was going to happen to her. But thanks to the vibrator doing its magic deep in her body, her thoughts were disjointed and it was hard to concentrate.
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That was it, thought Samantha; the woman sounded just like the real estate agent who helped Gabrielle and her get this apartment, the one that still called occasionally. Samantha realized now the woman, Cathy was name was her sister's lover and the calls about real estate had just been to keep her in the dark. Even that thought thanks to the incessant vibration surging through her body was fleeting; it was getting very difficult for her to concentrate.
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She had never had anything as fat as the vibrator inside her and the full feeling was starting to really become distracting. The vibration was deep and seemed to be shaking her bottom apart with its deep throbbing. She swore she could feel it in her ass. As time passed, she felt her body responding to the vibrations, her pussy lubricating and her inner muscles gently squeezing the fat intruder. Time seemed to slow as the sensations became more and more insistent.
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As good as it felt she quickly realized it would be impossible to get off. The spreader bar kept her from using her thighs and the manacles kept her hands out of action. By the time Cathy returned Samantha's hips were bouncing up and down and she was moaning softly into the gag.
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"Nothing like a pussy pleaser to put a naughty girl in her place," Cathy chuckled as she patted Samantha's thigh.
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Cathy strolled into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a towel thrown over her shoulder and a plastic bowl of hot water in her hands. She placed the towel over Samantha's thigh and put the bowl on the floor, then returned to the bathroom.
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Samantha watched all this with apprehension, but her body was going into overdrive and she was losing her fear. Her pussy was throbbing with need and she could feel her heartbeat in her nipples, the dull pain now mixing with the heady pleasure. Cathy returned, with a pink razor in one hand and a can of silky shaving cream in the other. When Samantha suddenly realized what was about to happen she began to struggle and scream into the gag as tears welled up in her big eyes.
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Ignoring Samantha’s useless resistance, Cathy filled her hand with lather and then casually began to rub it into Samantha's downy golden pubic hair. Samantha twisted her hips and tried to dislodge the big woman's hand, but to no avail. She continued squirming until she felt the cold steel of the razor on her soft skin. As chills of fear and apprehension ran up and down her spine, Samantha froze.
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"About time,” chuckled Cathy, “Now hold very still, I could never forgive myself if I cut you."
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Frightened, Samantha closed her eyes and held very still, resigned to this indignity. For all her strength, the big woman seemed remarkably gentle, the first kiss of the razor was along the edge of Samantha’s mound, no worse really than when she did her own bikini area. It was humiliation feeling another person's hand, especially another woman in such an intimate place, but it was also strangely exciting.
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Cathy was careful, but efficient, each stroke removing the fine hairs and only rarely abrading the sensitive pink skin. She worked from the outsides in, taking more and more off with each kiss of the razor.
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Samantha moaned into her gag. Sensations seemed exaggerated, the cool of the razor, the warmth of Cathy’s hands, and the wild thrills that were emanating through her now soaked pussy and rocketing through her system to her dazed brain. It ended before she was ready, the soft terry cloth gently abrading her skin as Cathy wiped her now bald pussy clean. Then she followed with a handful of aftershave that sent a flood of minor burning through Samantha's system as it found the many tiny nicks.
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"Ummmmmm, there’s nothing like a freshly shaved pussy,” cooed Cathy as she inhaled Samantha’s heady aroma. “Especially when it's fat and ready. Think I'll have some,” smiled Cathy as she patted Samantha’s upper thigh lovingly. “Now you be good ya hear? Act up and you'll get the lash rather than the paddle for your insolence."
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Samantha was absolutely petrified by fear that she couldn't have struggled if she wanted to. Samantha stared wide-eyed as Cathy slipped between her legs and then shivered when the big woman kissed her inner thigh. She couldn't believe how different her pussy looked bald. It was fatter, more prominent and it seemed more open. She felt deliciously vulnerable she thought as a shiver that had nothing to do with Cathy's soft lips ran up and down her spine.

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With two fingers Cathy gently separated Samantha's delicate lips apart and then the big woman flattened her tongue and ran it up Samantha's pussy. Moaning and humping her hips toward Cathy’s probing tongue, Samantha nearly orgasmed. Nothing in her meager experience had ever felt so good. She’d only had three boyfriends, mostly nerdish guys like her and while shed enjoyed sex with them, none had ever eaten her.
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Lost in the wild new sensation, Samantha wondered why the big woman had stopped. She opened her eyes to find the woman staring at her with a puzzled expression.
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"Have you been sick baby?" she asked.
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Samantha shook her head, unsure of what was going on.
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"Hmmm. Must have changed your diet then," she mused, "Or hell, maybe I've just been away too long. You taste sweeter than usual though. Whatever it is, I like it," she continued, winking before lowering her head back to Samantha's pussy.
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Samantha was shocked that the woman could tell a difference in taste between herself and her sister. She wanted to say something, to get her attention, but before she could the woman's long tongue stroked over her sensitive inner folds and she involuntarily threw her head back and moaned. A second swipe sent shivers of pleasure through her, causing her to arch her back and raise her pussy up off the bed, almost like an offering.

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Samantha's mind was in turmoil. She felt both helpless and apprehensive, but those very feeling seemed to be driving a fire in her pussy, adding a dimension to her arousal that she’d never encountered before. She knew that it was so wrong to have a woman doing such things to her, but the mental blocks against it were crumbling fast under the assault of such undeniable pleasure. Even the mild pain from her nipples seemed to be woven into the tapestry of sensation, bringing with it another level of awareness. Her rational mind was quickly falling by the wayside as the mounting physical sensations simply pushed thought from her head.
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Cathy seemed determined to drive her insane. Her tongue delicately played over her clit as she unsnapped the strap across the base of the vibrator. Catching it with her free hand, Cathy began to slide it in and out of Samantha's pussy, twisting it as she did so. Her tongue teased and feathered Samantha's clit, slowly enlarging and drawing the little organ out. For a while she avoided it, keeping her tongue out of direct contact, but licking all around it.
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Samantha groaned, jogging her hips to meet the vibrator's thrusts. She felt strange, her body felt so tense, far more so than she was used to in the sessions with her tiny vibrator. With a will of their own, her inner muscles clamped down as if trying to hold the vibrator inside and her limbs felt cold. When her ass began to clench in time to Cathy’s soft tonguing she whimpered into the gag. The flood of sensation was becoming overwhelming and she was fighting against her impending orgasm.
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With a resigned sigh, Samantha ceased fighting and gave herself to the moment. She could feel her orgasm building, and now she wanted it. A helpless prisoner of her own body, she wanted to feel the release that she knew would come with it. But Cathy had other ideas. At the last possible moment she pulled the out vibrator and lifted her face from her captive's quivering pussy. In frustration, the small blonde cried into her gag as her eyes pleaded with the woman whose face now glistened with her juices.
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"Now, now, you know better than to cum before I give you permission,” chided Cathy. “You really are in a mood today aren't you? Hmmm? I think you need your ass tanned," she mused as she wiped her face with the back of her hand and crawled off the bed.
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Humming to herself, Cathy undid the straps holding Samantha's legs in place and shortened the collapsible bar until her legs were held together about a foot apart. Then she undid the clips on Samantha's collar and then effortlessly picked Samantha up and carried her into the living room. Placing Samantha on the sofa, Cathy stood back and slowly removed her leather jacket. Underneath she wore a pair of black jodhpurs and a white blouse. The small girl could tell she was braless because her large breasts strained against the linen and her dark aureoles were obvious behind the thin material. From her black belt hung a stout black leather paddle.
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Cathy seated herself in the old rocker Gabrielle had insisted they bring from home. She smacked the paddle into the palm of her hand and smiled wickedly at Samantha. "Now, be a good girl and come get your spanking." When Samantha didn't move Cathy’s face hardened and her smile stayed frozen in place. "I'll give you the count of three, young lady. Continue this insolent behavior and I'll string you up and use the cat on you. Get your ass across my lap… now!"
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Samantha struggled to her feet and hobbled towards her. She wasn't sure if it was the threat of the whip or the burning desire that drove her, but she didn't even consider resisting now. She meekly draped herself across the big woman's lap, with her head and feet on the floor and her ass up thrust.
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"Much better," Cathy said as she caressed the soft pale skin of Samantha's shapely ass.
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Mistaken Identity

Part-3-of-4

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The first blow … whack … landed with breath taking suddenness. Samantha screamed into her gag as the fiery sting cut though the fog of lust. Another … whack… fell and then …whack… another, and …whack… soon the …whack… room was …whack… filled with the …whack… rhythmic smack of …whack… leather on …whack… naked flesh and …whack… Samantha's …whack… nearly hysterical …whack… cries, muffled by …whack… the gag.
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Samantha hadn't been …whack… spanked in so long …whack… that she’d forgotten …whack… how much …whack… it stung. But as the …whack… spanking progressed …whack… a strange thing …whack… happened. The fierce heat …whack… radiating from …whack… her burning ass …whack… seemed to mingle …whack… and fuse with …whack… the burning need …whack… in her pussy. She found …whack… herself anticipating …whack… the next one, …whack… wanting the fiery …whack… blast of pain/pleasure that …whack… it would bring. Her face …whack… was streaked … whack… with tears, but …whack… she could also …whack… feel her juices oozing …whack… from her swollen pussy.
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"Well, that's a lot better," chuckled Cathy as she tossed the paddle aside and gently pushed Samantha off her lap.
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Samantha was dazed and didn't move, even when Cathy left her alone while she went back to Gabrielle’s bedroom. She was curled up on the floor and panting when the big woman returned. When Samantha looked up and all the blood drained from her face. The tall woman was naked, from the waist down. There was a broad black belt around her waist with an imposing black dildo bobbed lewdly from the triangle of leather that covered her mound. She had several black straps in one hand and a tube of lubricant in the other.
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She easily picked up the stunned girl and laid her face first across one of the stout end tables. Her head hung down so she could easily see back between her legs as the woman quickly adjusted the spreader bar and then strapped her thighs tightly to the table legs.
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"Now, it's time for some serious fucking,” announced Cathy. “And, you better be good and wait until I give you permission to cum Gabrielle, or it will be a long weekend for you," she said as she undid the buckles and pulled the leather strap panties or whatever they were from around Samantha's trim waist.
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The tall woman stroked the imposing realistic dildo and scooted between the bound girl's legs. Staring at see the huge black cock bobbing from the woman's hips, terrified Samantha groaned into her gag. She was so sure that it would split her in half that tears ran down her cheeks. The tears were partly fear, but more humiliation because she wanted it so badly. At that moment a key rattled in the door and Gabrielle stepped into the house. One look and she froze; the shock on her face was evident.
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"Cathy? Samantha? What the fuck?" screamed Gabrielle.
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“Samantha?" the big woman exclaimed as she looked back down at her bound victim. Then her eyes went back to the girl in the red dress and collar standing in the doorway. "Oh my god!" Cathy wailed as it became evident to her what had happened.
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Gabrielle quickly closed the door as Cathy began undoing the straps that held Samantha's legs. Gabrielle rushed over and began unbuckling the ball gag. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Gabrielle screamed.
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"I'm sorry Gabrielle, you said to be here at nine, I came in and… Oh my god," she said as the blood drained from her face.
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"Samantha? Baby? Are you all right?" Gabrielle cried as she tossed the gag to the floor and started unlacing the collar.
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Samantha's head was still down and her breathing was ragged, and when she tried to speak she could only mumble.
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"What did you do to her?" Gabrielle demanded angrily.
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"I thought it was you, I didn't know, …" she whispered as she fell back on her knees, her hands hanging at her sides.
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Gabrielle reached out and slapped her, hard.
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"Snap out of it! What did you do to her?" Gabrielle demanded as she undid the manacles that held Samantha's arms prisoner.
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Cathy shook her head and took a deep breath. "The normal stuff. I thought she was you, playing the brat, so I…I gave her the full treatment," she finished in a whisper.
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"Fuck! This can’t be happening! Help me get her to her bed," Gabrielle cried.
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Cathy nodded as she scooped Samantha up in her strong arms and carried her down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Gabrielle ran ahead and opened the door to Samantha's room. Cathy balked when she saw the room, so girlish and innocent, but managed to lay Samantha on the bed.

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When Gabrielle noticed her sister's shaved pussy, she shouted, "You shaved her bush?"
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Cathy shrugged helplessly.
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“How could you be so stupid? She isn't even gay! Fuck, she's never even been out on a date since high school," Gabrielle finished, breaking down into tears as she held Samantha's hand.
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"I think that I’d better go," Cathy sighed as she slowly rose.
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"Yes, I think you'd better," Gabrielle said harshly.
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The big woman stood and turned, shoulders bowed and started towards the door of the room.
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"No, don't go," a soft voice called.
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Both turned their heads quickly to see Samantha slowly sitting up.
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"I'm so sorry sis," Gabrielle said as she helped her sister to sit up against the pillows.
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"Don't be mad at her," the shy girl said blushing furiously.
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Gabrielle looked at her carefully and then a ghost of a smile crossed her face. "I'm not really, I was just worried sick about you."
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"I'm all right, I just…" embarrassed she couldn't finish and hid her face in her hands.
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Then Gabrielle laughed, a laugh that was more relief than humor. Cathy sat back down on the bed, still looking forlorn. Gabrielle took her hand and kissed the back of it, causing the big woman to smile sheepishly. "I'm so sorry Samantha," she started, fumbling for words, "I really didn't know it was you," she finished lamely.
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Samantha blushed furiously and again hiding her face in her hands.
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"I don't think an apology is going to be enough," Gabrielle said, with a smirk. When Cathy looked at her in confusion the blonde smiled. "I think what my sister is trying to say is that you have gotten her all hot and horny and if you want to make things right you’re going to have to fix that, isn't that right Samantha?"
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Still blushing furiously, the shy girl looked again at Cathy and nodded. Gabrielle shook her head in amusement and kissed Samantha's forehead.
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For a long while the room was silent. Cathy had her head down and was shaking slightly and Samantha was mortally embarrassed. Cathy had seemed so strong, so commanding and powerful, but now she seemed small and upset. Samantha impulsively reached out and took her hand. "It's all right," the shy girl said in a near whisper.
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The tall woman looked up at her and Samantha was surprised to see tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Cathy said earnestly.
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"Don't be. I…I've never felt so good. I had no idea…I mean, I didn't know doing it could be so much fun," Samantha faltered.
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"Oh, she's barrels of fun," Gabrielle snickered.
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"It's a lot of fun, but I would never…I mean, I'm a dominatrix me but I'm no rapist."
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"I'm not upset … I mean, I am, but I'm not mad, I'm just … Oh god, I'm dying to get laid," Samantha blurted, her whole body flushing.
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"Well, I'm sure you can. Just call your boyfriend, I'll take Gabrielle out and we’ll leave the house to you," Cathy replied.
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"I don't have a boyfriend,” sighed Samantha.
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"Girlfriend?"
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"No," Samantha whispered.
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Cathy looked at her with a scowl and then tentatively reached out and touched her hip. Her hand was so soft and gentle as it stroked back and forth. Samantha sighed and parted her thighs. The big woman eased herself between the girl's slim legs and then hesitated. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
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"Yes, just be gentle please," Samantha, begged, her eyes now locked onto the monstrous dildo dangling from Cathy's wide hips.
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"I will, I swear," Cathy said encouragingly, "Just relax, baby."
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"I'll see to it that she is," Gabrielle promised as she took Samantha's hand in her own.
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It was so strange, having her sister here, but it was comforting. Samantha knew if she didn't have Gabrielle there to give her encouragement she would chicken out. While that didn't seem too terrible and in fact part of her wanted to, the taste of pleasure she had experienced was so unreal that she couldn't just forget it. She knew she might never again have the chance to do this and she silently thanked Gabrielle for being there. It seemed her sister understood, as she held her hand and gently wiped her brow.
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"Gabrielle?" Cathy asked hesitantly.
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"Go ahead lover. Just be gentle with her, and make sure you remember that she isn't me. I know how you are when you get going and she isn't up for some of things you know I love."
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Cathy scooted up on her knees and used one hand to gently spread Samantha's still damp lips. With the other she lined the head of the huge cock up with the slight girl's delicate entrance. Holding her weight up on her arms, Cathy leaned over and spread Samantha’s knees wider. As she slowly lowered herself, she felt the thick cock bend rather than penetrate. Falling to her elbow, Cathy reached back and grasped the big dildo and held it on target.
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Mistaken Identity

Part-4-of-4

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Samantha groaned when she felt the head pressing against her outer lips. Cathy moved her head to Samantha's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Have you ever had a really big cock baby?"
"No," Samantha hissed painfully.
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"Relax, you're gonna love it. Wrap your legs around me," Cathy commanded.
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As ordered, Samantha raised her legs and wrapped them around Cathy’s waist. As she did so the big head of the dildo forced its way between her engorged lips.
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"Oh!" she moaned as she wiggled under Cathy. Smiling, the big woman let more of her weight rest on the dildo, driving more of the thick shaft into Samantha's tight pussy.
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Cathy playfully nipped her ear lobe as more of the big cock sliced into the quivering girl beneath her..
"Slow!" Samantha whimpered.
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"I'm trying, but you're so fucking tight," Cathy gasped through clenched teeth.
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Samantha grimaced as more of the dildo was forced into her. She felt like she was going to be split in half. "Oh,” she wailed helplessly, “I don't think I can do this."
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"Shhhhh, baby,” sooth Cathy, “Just relax, you'll get used to it, I promise.”
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"Just relax sis, it'll feel wonderful in a few minutes," encouraged Gabrielle.
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Not trusting her voice, Samantha nodded her understanding as she tried to relax. As she breathed deeply her muscles relaxed and the dildo slowly sank deeper into her pussy. She looked down, between their bodies, shocked at how wide her lips were being stretched. The thick shaft looked so large that she involuntarily tensed, but rather than pain, she felt only a wild thrill at being so full. Her inner muscles quivered and gripped the thick shaft as the strong shock of pleasure she felt overcame her fear. She groaned as Cathy's weight forced the last of the huge cock into her pussy.
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The big woman held very still, allowing Samantha to adjust to the size of the dildo. She kissed her shoulder and neck, eventually moving to the blonde's ear and gently tonguing it. "How's it feel baby?'
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"Good," she grunted as her body adjusted.
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Cathy nodded and began to work her hips, at first just pressing down and relaxing. Over time, though she began to pump her hips back and forth, drawing the big dildo out part way out before hunching forward and pressing it back in.
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Samantha's had her eyes scrunched tightly shut and her legs were around Cathy’s waist and locked at the small of her back. She clutched her sister's hand like it was a lifeline. Soon Cathy was pulling over half of the big dildo out with each motion. She wasn't thrusting it back in. instead she was pausing at the top of the stroke and then letting her weight carry it back slowly. Only when Samantha's hips began to rise up to meet her did she start putting any power into it.
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"Slow!" Samantha mumbled, "Please, slow."
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Ignoring her plea, Cathy didn't slow down but she didn't increase the pace either, at least not for a while. When she did began to really thrust in earnest, Samantha's pussy was so wet and accepting that she met almost no resistance.
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It felt so good that Samantha moaned and bit her lower lip. The friction had subsided and along with it the pain. Now it just felt wonderful, first filling her so completely, and then leaving her achingly empty. As her hips were rising up to meet Cathy's thrusts, the leather pad brushing her clit sent sparks of white-hot pleasure shooting into her system.
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"You're so fucking sexy," Cathy whispered as she increased her pace and added the power from her thighs to each thrust.
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The words of praise felt even better than the dildo, causing Samantha to beam with pleasure. As the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room she became lost in the sensations, totally oblivious to everything around her.
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"Fucking … such a tight …pussy," Cathy breathed, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust of her hips.
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"Cathy!" Gabrielle warned.
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"Sorry."
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Samantha was groaning, mewling and tossing her head wantonly when a particularly strong thrust drove the dildo to her very depths. Her whole body spasmed as her pussy went wild, contracting on the big intruder as pulses of pleasure radiated from her center. When the orgasm came the release was so powerful that it blotted out everything and for what seemed like forever she floated along on a wave of good feeling, punctuated by ripples of stronger pleasure.
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She was still in that wonderful place when another orgasm crashed in upon her. It shot though her body at breakneck speed, slamming into her head where it exploded in a wild explosion of light and sensation. She heard herself shriek, the sound eclipsing Cathy's bark of pleasure.
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When she regained her senses, Cathy was kissing her, the big cock still buried in her pussy, but now still. She kissed back, enjoying the closeness and happiness that followed the orgasmic euphoria. Neither seemed ready to move as she slowly drifted off into a deep and blissful sleep. Only then did she let go of her sister's hand.

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When Samantha awoke, she was alone in her bed. Stretching, she felt very indolent and somehow very happy. But when she remembered the events of the previous day she sat bolt upright in her bed. Her body protested, sore muscles in her arms, butt and pussy letting her know it hadn't been a dream.
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Slowly and lazily, she rose and took a long hot shower, letting the water work out the kinks and relax her. While dressing she could hear muffled conversation coming from the kitchen. She stood at her door for several minutes before she finally got up the courage to open it and walk down the hall to the kitchen.
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Gabrielle and Cathy sat at the table, sipping coffee. They both looked up as she entered and suddenly all three seemed at a loss for words.
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"How do you feel?" Gabrielle asked after the silence became awkward.
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"Great."
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"That's good,” she said, “We were worried about you."
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"I'm okay, really," she replied as she went over to the counter and got herself a cup of coffee..
She sat down, noticing that Gabrielle still wore her collar and high heels, even with her nightie. Cathy seemed embarrassed, but just looking at her sent tendrils of desire through Samantha's body.
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"Well, this is fucking awkward," mused Cathy at last.
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As Gabrielle looked at Samantha, Samantha returned her gaze. Slowly one, then the other broke out into a fit of giggles. Gabrielle quickly stood, took Samantha's hand and led her away. When they returned a few minutes later, both wore collars, with matching lingerie, and heels. One in black, the other in white.
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"What's this?" stammered Cathy.
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"Well," one started.
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"If you’re going to stay, we thought," the other continued.
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"You’d better learn to tell us apart!" they both finished with big grins.

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The end...

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