I'm not really sure how to start this so I guess I'll just start with why I'm writing this. Well my Mistress told me to write this, to recount how I came to be her slave. I suppose I should describe me and my Mistress. I'm 5'6 feet tall, weigh about 120 pounds, I have small breasts at a b-cup something I've always been self conscious about. I am very fit from jogging most mornings, my skin is pale, lightly freckled, long naturally silky smooth red hair, and green eyes. As for my Mistress, well she is my identical twin. I know that is likely quite shocking and maybe even repulsive to some. But I wouldn't give up my life with her for anything, regardless of what anyone else may think.
For those of you who might still be reading this, I thank you for your open mindedness. As you have likely deduced mine and Mistress Samantha's personalities aren't as identical as our looks. Growing up I was always quite meek and introverted. Mistress Samantha was my polar opposite always confident and extroverted. Anyway that's enough for you to get the picture, so I guess I'll start my story the day my submission began, our 18th birthday March 12th 2016.
As always on our birthday Samantha wakes me up by hopping into my bed with me and whispering "wakey wakey baby sis, it's our birthday."
I groan as sit up on my bed "you know you were born like minutes before me Sammy, I'm not your baby sis." I said knowing that wouldn't make her stop calling me that, secretly liking that she called me her baby sis.
"Oh you know you love it baby sis." Sammy replies laughing.
I give her what I hope is a withering stare, but from the grin on her face I haven't quite managed it. "Then why do I remind you, what like every day, 'big sis'?" I add sarcastically while she just keeps grinning.
I sigh and look around our shared room. Sammy's bed is on the right side of the room while mine is on the left, at the end of our beds are desks with our computers on them, all colored a shade of dark purple, our favorite color. Our shared closet is beside the door filled with our exclusively matching clothes. The walls are painted a dark violet color, covered in posters of beautiful models and actresses.
Looking at the walls I wonder aloud "how do our parents not realize we're gay, I mean it's not like we try to hide it, and just look at our room."
Sammy chuckles, saying "either they're willfully ignorant, or they do realize and are waiting for us to come out to them. Which we're doing today remember?"
"Yeah I remember, it's probably the second one. So what are we wearing today sis?" I ask Sammy, she's always picked out our cloths since we were little.
She goes over to her bed and brings over a purple panty and bra set, with a pair of skinny jeans and an over the shoulder purple top.
"Today we're wearing nothing special, but tonight we're hanging out with Jen and the other girls at her place. And for that my dear baby sister, we're going to dress to impress, just because we can." Sammy tells me with a strange smile at the end.
"What are you planning 'dear big sister of mine?' I know when you're up so to something, twin physic link remember." I say trying to glower again, but as always her smile just widens at my sad attempts.
"You'll just have to wait and see twin." Sammy says as she goes over to her bed to get dressed.
I do the same trying to not let my gaze linger on her beautiful form, I know it's wrong but I just can't help it. Ignoring the dirty thoughts running through my head I focus on getting dressed. If we're changing later it's likely going to be into something our parents won't like. Which is kind of a surprise if we're just hanging out with the girls at Jens's place.
Jen, or Jennifer to anyone outside our friend group, is the daughter of some big ceo who's never around. But he does give Jen a more than generous bank balance, and he keeps his house stocked with booze even though he's rarely there so must know his underage daughter is drinking it. So for those reasons her place is our groups default hangout. Our group is pretty much just a bunch of high school lesbians, we tend to be drawn to each other.
After we finish getting dressed, during which I swear I saw Sammy sneaking some looks at me. We head over to the kitchen, and are greeted by happy birthdays by surprisingly three people.
"Oh my god Angie!" Me and Sammy exclaimed running over to hug our big sister we haven't seen in over a year.
"Happy birthday Tori, Sam." Angie chuckles hugging us back, before stepping back to take a look at us with an exasperated expression. "Seriously guys, still dressing the exact same. Why can't one of you like at least get, like a different hair cut or something so people can tell you apart?"
My twin and I chuckle as I say "well I'm obviously Sam." At the same time Sammy says "well I'm obviously Tori." My twin and I share a quick smile, having gotten very good at impersonating each other.
Angie sighs shaking her head and says "well whichever one of you is which, it's good to see you."
"All right girls sit down your dad and I made breakfast." Mom says smiling at us.
We sit at the table, Sammy to my left and Angie to my right. "Thanks mom and dad." the three of us say looking at the table filled with chocolate chip pancakes, bacon and sausage.
"So any plans for today girls?" Mom asks taking a seat beside dad.
"We're gonna go hang over at Jen's later and probably stay the night." Sammy says taking a bite of chocolate chip pancake.
"Okay just remember to text or call if you do stay over." Mom replies grabbing a price of bacon.
"Don't worry mom we will." Sammy says glancing over to me, signaling we're about to come out. "Also there's something we need to tell you." Our family's looks at us expectantly as Sammy tells them "we're gay."
None of them look very shocked or upset, not that we thought they react badly or anything but you never know.
Mom smiles and shrugs just saying "okay." Dad and Angie do the same going back to their food.
"What that's it just 'okay' no like 'are you sure' or 'that's disgusting get out of my house' just 'okay'." I say kind of surprised at the complete lack of a reaction.
"Well yeah I mean it's not like it's that shocking, and I would never kick you out, especially not for your sexuality." Mom replies with a smile as dad nods next to her.
"Well I didn't really think you'd be mad or anything, but I thought it would be at least a little surprising. Is it really that obvious?" I ask gasping slightly as I feel Sammy's hand rest high up on my thigh.
When I look over at her she has a little smirk at the edge of lips, like she knows how much this is effecting me. I struggle to hear moms reply as Sammy's hand starts stroking my thigh sending tingles of forbidden pleasure all through my body. "Well it's not that it's super obvious but I have lived with you for eighteen years, so I know you pretty well."
Breakfast continues on like that, idle chat about random things that don't seem to matter to me any more as Sammy's hand keeps stroking my thigh. Eventually we all finish breakfast and sadly Sammy takes her hand off my thigh as she gets up to put our dishes in the washer. As I unknowing let out a small gasp of discontent Sammy looks me in the eye and smirks.
