The Very Wicked Stepmother

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Angela & Zelda: The Evil Twins

Living across the atrium from Jason’s condo were a pair of identical twin sisters who were also seniors at Stanford. They had noticed the handsome young man who shared their major but he had never even flirted with them, much to their chagrin. The twins were tall athletic brown-eyed brunettes who excelled on the tennis team and had actually won the NCAA doubles title the previous year. Like our hero, they were the scions of big Silicon Valley wealth and pursued their athletics out of passion rather than any need to turn sports into a living. Their own childhood had been rather complicated, to say the least. Like Jason’s Father, Angela and Zelda’s Dad had made a killing as an early employee at Apple, and had sold his shares at the peak of the market when the girls were tiny. He then spent a significant fraction of his wealth on purchasing and developing into a true getaway palace a several acre Peninsula jutting into Lake Tahoe. What no one knew at first was that this highly secured retreat had been purchased to enable their Dad to finally pursue his secret passion in beautiful privacy. As soon as the construction was complete, he filed papers to divorce their long-suffering Mother and moved into the new home with his young Mistress, Dominique. What no one in the family knew was that the statuesque brunette had met her paramour in her role as a professional dominatrix.

The girls soon became aware of this during their visitation times with their Dad, who delighted in sending his helicopter to fly them to the helipad on the Peninsula. They were surprised by how much they liked their new Stepmother, whose French accent and exotic beauty they found totally charming. She could not have been more different from their own beautiful but sad Mother whose chronic depression could not have been a sharper contrast to her replacement’s brimming vitality and youthful energy. Angela and Zelda were thirteen years old at the time of the divorce, and their fascinating new Stepmother had just turned thirty, a full ten years younger than her predecessor. The carefully seduced girls soon rather heartlessly declined to live with their increasingly despondent (and alcoholic) Mother in favor of moving in with their Dad and Dominique on the Peninsula. Soon the divorce court Judge declared them mature enough not to be compelled by the court to live where they didn’t want to. Their abandoned Mother’s subsequent death from an alcohol induced fall made them both feel guilty for awhile, but soon their predominant emotion regarding her loss was relief. Their inheritance from her made them both independently wealthy in their own right before they could drive. This no doubt contributed to their rather narcissistic sense of entitlement to only the best the world could offer.

Angela and Zelda were of course intensely curious about the s*x life of their Dad and his flashy new wife. It was clear he was totally smitten with her, even subjecting his previously nerdy dad-bod to intense workouts in order to be more appealing to her, the girls suspected. They finally worked up their courage to ask their new Stepmother, who replied in her charming French accent,

“Oh, ma petites, you are too young to be exposed to the details of your parents’ s*x lives. Once you have turned 18 and are adults, I will answer any questions you have completely, as I have only pride in how your Father and I make love. But until then, especially as you become more interested in matters of the boudoir, suffice it to say that I believe that realm is far more magical if a strong woman asserts her rightful dominion over her husband. I would advise such pretty girls as you to never allow a boy to get the upper hand over your bodies. Your beauty can give you a great deal of power in matters carnal since many men will desire you and this should enable you to set the terms for your liaisons. You can read about such relationships in the erotica section of the library here and find out what kinds of s*x seem naturally appealing to you until we can talk more openly about such matters.”

This of course intrigued the twins, who were already growing into their eventual high libido as they charged through the heart of adolescence. They had long since discovered m**********n and learned that discreetly playing with each other was ever so much more exciting than self-stimulation. So they hurried off to the spacious library their Father had constructed and soon were immersed in classic erotic fiction ranging from Anais Nin’s works through DH Lawrence’s novels to the works of deSade and Masoch, as well as the Story of O and Anne Rice’s naughty b**m classics. These last captivated them, as the idea of dominating willing young men and women resonated strongly with their natural inclinations to boss people around. Of course, the sudden injection of new s****l possibilities also spiced up their long-standing enjoyment of each other’s bodies in bed. Soon they had added spankings and rough n****e play and anal explorations to their private canoodling, all of which heated things up nicely. Dominique used the discreet security cameras covering every room in the vast house to keep approving track of the twins’ erotic development, which she heartily endorsed from a safe distance. But the girls retained a fierce curiosity about what their Father and Stepmother got up to in the Master suite, which they knew had a large perpetually locked soundproofed playroom in addition to its sybaritic bathroom suite.

And then, within weeks of the twins’ eighteenth birthdays, disaster struck again. The twins were at boarding school in the Bay Area when they got a call from their distraught Stepmother telling them that their Father had a stroke and was being transported by helicopter to UC Davis Hospital. He died later that night with all three women at his side, stunned by the suddenness of his departure. The next few days were a bleak series of hifalutin’ events as the tech world rallied to bid farewell to one of its early stalwarts. Within a week the furor died down and the girls and their stepmother were left alone on the Peninsula except for the house staff. Finally, as they were all staring morosely at some content free reality show on television, Angela dared to ask,

“So, Dominique, in your eulogy for Dad you mentioned that he died in the place he loved doing what he enjoyed best. Zelda and I were kinda wondering…what exactly was he doing?”

The older woman sighed, realizing that her limit of not discussing their Father’s s****l proclivities until they were of age had been passed a few days earlier. So she took a deep breath, asked if they were sure they wanted to know, and once their assent was clear stated matter-of-factly,

“Well, he had his stroke in the midst of a powerful orgasm I gave him with my right hand on his c**k and my left mashing his balls just the way he liked with a fierce pair of clamps on his n*****s and my largest vibrating dildo buried to the hilt in his very well-spanked ass.”

Dominique’s large ironic grey eyes watched her stepdaughters very carefully as they took in this information. There was a long silence as it was digested before Zelda spoke up with a quirky little smile on her lovely face,

“Damn, we suspected you guys were into b**m, so we had a hunch something like that has going on. I say good for him, and good for you to give him such a rousing sendoff. I hope when the time comes I can go in my own version of the very same kind of experience!”

The Domme’s relief was palpable to her and her stepdaughters. She had so worried that they might blame her for their Father’s death, and could not have been more pleased with their reaction. Granted, she knew at least part of their lack of grief had to do as much with how inattentive their Dad had been to them, as well as their own basic narcissism, but still… They could easily have turned on her. That was made less likely by the details of her husband’s will, which left the Stepmother with total ownership of the Peninsula as well as a ludicrous amount of money of her own, with the girls each receiving a full third of his assets in a trust administered by Dominique. In short, everyone was well-enough endowed that there was no reason to squabble over the pickings.

They were all considering these realities while looking at the spectacular view of the sunset over the Lake when Zelda spoke up:

“So Dominique, now that we are all independent adults Angie and I would like to hear a lot more about your dominatrix thing. We have both been reading a lot about that world and even doing some experimenting on our own with each other. And both of us kinda like both giving and receiving…intense stimulation to our bottoms when we have s*x. I mean, our orgasms when we’ve been spanked are off the charts intense, and only a little less so when we deliver the punishment. We think that means we both may be switches, if we understand right, but we are hella curious to hear how you think about all those things!”

The Stepmother had of course been well aware of her charges’ b**m experimentations, and had found it quite sexy to look at the videos of the two gorgeous teens taking turns spanking each other’s perfect athlete’s buttocks. She decided to play a game with them, and put on a very serious expression (which any domme needed to have cultivated) as she responded,

“So, mademoiselles, I am to gather that the two of you are lovers as well as sisters, n’est ce pas? That would mean you are committing incest, am I right?”

The twins, both taken aback by their previously always friendly Stepmother’s suddenly slightly ominous expression, stammered,

“Well, yes, but since we are adults, isn’t that kind of our business?”

The domme eyed them seriously and retorted,

“I was unaware of any age limits past which s*x between siblings is okay, but in any case, I gather this was going on before your birthdays last week. Now that I am the head of our household, there will be a new regime here, one in which I will be exercising authority over all who live under my roof. You are both very wealthy women and may of course choose to live elsewhere with my blessing, but if you live here, you will be abiding by my rules. Do you understand?”

Both girls flushed brilliantly as they began to grasp that they were in for some naughty erotic play. They also enjoyed their own superpower in a strong version of the usual near-telepathy of identical twins. So a single glance shared their mutual excitement that the gorgeous older woman they had been fantasizing about for years was about to take s****l charge of them. Angela replied somewhat glumly,

“We understand…Stepmother. We are both willing to submit to your…dominion over us since you are far more experienced and likely to know what is good for us…”

Dominique’s heart soared at this simple assent to do what she’d been longing to for the longest time of watching the two rather spoiled young women go totally without consequences in their laissez faire world. She sighed rather dramatically before declaring,

“Very well, then. I think we have two very naughty young ladies who are long overdue for some painful consequences of their self-indulgence. I’d like both of you to stand up and remove all of your clothing. A part of the punishment for very bad young women is to be naked for their spankings so their humiliation adds to their well-deserved discomfort. You are to fold your clothing nicely and wait for your consequences!”

The twins stood faux-glumly, each secretly thrilled to be taken under the dominion of the gorgeous exotic Stepmother who had starred in their shared s****l fantasies for so many years. They quickly stripped, revealing identical bodies of the perfection only achievable to 18-year old dedicated athletes. Their breasts were firm and high, on the small end of C cup size, with large dark areoles and n*****s already erect to reveal their excitement at the turn things had taken. Their abdomens were lean and sculpted, tapering out to the robust muscular hips, buttocks, and thighs so universal among high level tennis players. Their legs were long and lean in proportion to their nearly six foot height, and their pubic mounds were depilated. This was the norm for girls of their generation save for a short tuft of dark brown pubes above their vulvas, termed by their friends the suggestive name of a ‘landing strip’. And most striking to the domme, the genitalia so boldly revealed by this lack of fur were floridly engorged and glistening with the incontrovertible evidence that they were as turned on as they could possibly be by their impending predicament.