Ending As The Yakuza Heiresses' Imoutto

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Okay. I got to give it to them by reacting to the extreme. I know that they are basically entitled to act like the Mafia Heiresses and very much sexual beings that I have recently and accidentally discovered just minutes ago.

I'm talking about the bloody naked girl that they called their slut and from what I overheard earlier behind the double doors, it seems that they're in some BDSM crap.

By the way, I am not judging their relationship or whatever mumbo jumbos they've been shagging with, but I'm sure that killing your partner during your play is complete madness. And oh! If you're wondering on why the heck am I not too bothered about these facts is another story that will surely come up when it's time.

But that's another matter to be dealt with, I'm not that insensitive or freaking heartless but, my ass is about to get whipped!

Shite.

They could've used the silk ties for my arms and legs if they really are aiming to be some 'Mafia Sex Demonesses' or what. But damn! They really are serious about BDSM! Like dudes, these are some freaky kinks they got here! The have a Red Room too!!! They're totally a Fifty Shades fan. I wanna have my personal Anastasia Steele, ugh!

Fudge! Snap out of it Maven! You're about to be tortured and your still having perverted thoughts! Alright, where was I again?

Okay, Red Room, right.

For others it can be called their Playroom too. And these twins certainly built theirs that can make any other Doms or Subs salivate in envy.

They arranged glass cases and dark mahogany drawers and stands to hold their toys. It was in a semi circle position, surrounding the head of the large bed with black silky covers and quilt. Not far from it was a leather couch in bloody red color and facing it was a thick dark wooden desk and a steel contraption where leather cuffs are hooked and hanging on each side of it from the top edges.

The walls of the room are layered with soft paddings in maroon.

A chandelier that looks to be made with raindrops shaped diamond is hanging from the ceiling, it's lighting also gives off a red tint to the whole room.

A variation of cuffs, whips, riding crops, paddles, ball gags, nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, strap-on, ties made from silk, leather and plain cables, butt plugs, anal beads, cock rings and different colored eye masks are arranged meticulously in their cases or drawers. The larger devices are held in stands.

And currently, I am shaking to my bones while being tied to a freaking chair ten steps away from the Red Room's doorway, annnddd obviously facing the whole shagging toys and contraptions.

Thud!

Aaahhhh!!!

Sweet baby Jesus please deliver me from these evil girls!

I was gulping the invisible rocks lodged on my throat while cold beads of sweat are gliding down from my forehead. If I was just not strictly forbidden by my mom from cussing then I would've shamed the sailors with the hundreds of curses I could ever think of that is currently running through my mind right now.

It doesn't help that the sound of their steps are making my heart thunder in anxiety, and making me lose my nerves with how vulnerable it is making me with my back to them and I can't do anything about it cause I'm. Freaking. Tied. To. A. Chair!

So yes people. I'm entitled to freak out and all!

So while these thoughts are on my mind, it was totally late for me to notice that one of them is now draped on my shoulders and is fudging licking me!!!