My Summer Of Being A Sex Slave Ch. 02

Day 2

I woke up the next morning to Victoria with one hand stroking my hair and the other rubbing between my breasts. Then she switched from between my breasts to on them. Stroking them along the bottom and then the sides.

She finally said "Good morning darling." With a smile across her face. Then Amanda appeared on my other side and just attacked my nipples, abusing them a little. I let out a small "Oh!" as she continued, Victoria went to my hands and released one of them from the ropes then crawled over to release the other one.

As she proceeded to crawl down to my feet to release them, I just laid there letting Amanda have her fun, even though it was completely at my expense. After Victoria finished releasing me and I let Amanda molest me a bit Racheal said to go shower before I became too stinky. I got up and went to the bathroom, that's where I kept my only personal possessions, tooth brush and razor.

After brushing my teeth, I took the razor into the shower. Got the water running and up to temperature and stepped in. first washed myself then my hair finally I stepped out of direct water spray to begin shaving my vulva. Then the curtain was drawn open and Racheal was standing there, she caught some water spray and yelled while darting away.

She then, using the shower curtain for cover aimed the shower head away from outside just a little bit. She then sat on the counter and just watched me finish the shower. When I finished, she was standing there holding a towel waiting for me to exit. When I exited, she kind of half threw and half handed me a towel by putting it on my head, then started to dry me off with another towel. After about a minute of me toweling my hair and her wiping me down I was only about half way dry when she reached into the sink and withdrew a tangle of small chains.

She then handed me my wrist cuffs and then picked up a bar from the counter and my ankle cuffs. She bent down and placed the ankle cuffs on me, meanwhile I struggled with putting the wrists cuffs on, assuming that was what she wanted. After securing my ankles she attached a snap hook that was on each end of the bar to one of my ankle cuffs then spread my legs slightly apart to attach the other end of the bar to my other ankle cuff. She stood up and finished helping me attach the wrist cuffs on.

Then she grabbed the last chain from the counter and hooked it around my waist clipping in the back, it had two other chains dangling from each side that she used to attach my wrist cuffs. Standing there admiring her work I noticed that now though my hands were free I could no longer even bring them together being stopped just an inch or two from each other.

She then picked up a leather collar and placed it around my neck, fastening it in the back. She then attached a leash to the collar and opened the door leading me out while saying "Come on." When we just got started, she turned her head and finished her sentence by saying "Slave." It was all I could do to just waddle down the hall into the living room, where all the girls upon seeing me just smiled hugely.

First, I was told, or order, to place the inflatable bed along the wall out of the way. Waddling around because of the spreader bar between my ankles generated some laughs and giggles. Then told to go make breakfast. Seems simple but you try it waddling around see how you like it. While hindsight is easy after a short while I realized a really big mistake, making bacon.

With that said I can definitely tell you. Don't... cook... bacon... while.... naked. Do hope I don't need to explain this. But there's something way more important. Don't... cook... bacon... while... naked... and... restrained. When being splattered by bacon grease while naked your instinct is to jump away, not possible with a spreader bar cuffed to your ankles. During this breakfast cooking I gave out a lot of expletives. Much laughing and giggling from my audience.

Also, making toast not the best idea under the circumstances, waddling across the kitchen every time they pop up to place in another pair was funny to them. A short way into this adventure I saw that while Racheal and Victoria were in the living room having a conversation amongst themselves Amanda and Beth were at the kitchen table drinking coffee and enjoying the show.

My other problem while cooking breakfast was eating breakfast myself. I had been assembling a breakfast sandwich as the components were done. When assembled I had a decent breakfast sandwich but how to eat it was the problem, my hands were restrained from going all the way to my mouth. First attempt I simply just leaned over to bring my mouth to the sandwich, but didn't make it, trying to hold it by the edge wasn't an option as the sandwich was more than likely to just fall apart.

I considered cutting it up into bite size pieces then just eating it without hands, but that didn't seem likely to work as cutting it that small would probably be very difficult, also eating such small pieces would most likely end up with them just falling apart. I finally found the solution on the kitchen table, a napkin holder, one of those that held a small stack of napkins vertically. I hobbled over and got it, removed the napkins leaving them on the table and took the holder back to the cooking counter and placed my sandwich in it being held up vertically.

Right before breakfast was ready, I noticed that all four of them were at the kitchen table watching me put on the show for them. Of course, no one offered to help they just watch me think my way through each problem as each problem presented themselves. After finally getting all the food and all the place settings to the table breakfast was finally served.

Then they started asking for condiments, one at a time only after I struggled to fetch each one, did they request the next. After many hobbles, most of which were to the refrigerator which was fun when your reach is limited by restraints, I finally got everything. Then ordered to crawl under the table for what was becoming traditional table service. Which was its own kind of fun, with limited reach hand use was not possible. Many improvisations later all four got their orgasms.

After breakfast I had to clean up the kitchen, it took while a while still being restrained. During this cleaning Victoria remained and watched me while the other three went outside. By the time I finished the kitchen Beth had come back in, put the flip flops on me, and lead me outside by a leash attached to my collar.

I hobbled after her, what other choice did I have, when we got outside, I saw that Amanda and Racheal were standing on the other side of the yard. I was slowly led to them, with the spreader bar still attached I was waddling the whole way. Yes, the stairs were a problem. After a long while of doing the spreader bar shuffle all the way across the yard, we finally reached the girls that were obviously waiting for us.

They turned me around positioning me between two trees and working together they unattached the chains from my wrist cuffs and the bar from my ankle cuffs. Spreading my legs out farther they attached two ropes to my ankle cuffs and then lifting my arms up attached two more ropes to my wrist cuffs, then pulled on slip knots that the ropes that were tied with to themselves, tightened me up to a pretty spread-out X position.

Amanda then said "The punishment will now commence!"

She walked behind me while I just stood there, I really couldn't do anything else. I was just waiting for whatever when I first heard then felt a whip striking my left buttock. I cried out "Ooowww" My breathing started to rise, then came the next another whipping sound followed by pain, not intense tell me your secrets type of pain but pain none the less. That one also struck me across my right buttock. Breathing heavier now I could do nothing but wait, then came the third.

Whack, this one ran across my upper thighs just below my buttocks. It stung just as much though. Then the fourth found its way across both buttocks simultaneously. Whack again, the fifth one missing my buttocks and hit me just above them, actually hurting more across my lower back just above my buttocks. I couldn't tell if these misses were on purpose or just their novice lack of aim.

I then heard Racheal say "My turn!"

After a moment of pause I felt another whack and associated pain on my left buttock. Then again at mostly the same place. By now my butt was starting to burn a little, not very much brutally but I was feeling some pain. Then I was struck across my back, not lower back just above my buttocks but my middle back. It hurt, but not as much as being hit across my buttocks. Then again another striking of my back just below where the last one was. At the time I was actually being hit I felt that each hit was the worst but a little while later I felt that the buttock was really worse than the back hits.

Then it came, suddenly, without warning, and very painful. I was struck between my legs right against my woman parts. The pain quickly erased all thought of which was worse than the other. I had a new winner, without a doubt, the vulva was easily the worst place to be whipped. I involuntarily let out a sudden and no doubt loud exclamation of pain and surprise. For me at least that was by far the most painful of all. Then Beth came around from behind me to in front of me.

She was holding some sort of stick, not a branch or anything like that. It was kind of longish slender and appeared flexible, like a switch of some sort. She stroked me with it at first, down across my belly to my vagina, then under my breasts. She was smiling the entire time. CRACK. She was standing off to my right when she suddenly smacked my breasts with her switch. The pain was obvious, sudden, and overwhelming. CRACK. Again, she whipped my breasts but this time she hit right across my right nipple.

"Ooowwwccchhh", I cried out with tears starting.

CRACK. A third time across both breasts. I couldn't control myself; I started squirming around in my bonds. After a very short pause. CRACK. This time she changed up, she whipped me directly on my vulva. The pain, there was only the pain. CRACK. Again, on my vulva. By this time my breathing was on full. Then I heard Beth offer Victoria her turn, but she turned it down. Victoria had a very concerned look on her face, like she was about to cry. I'm getting whipped and she's about to cry?

Then I guess they were finished because Victoria Came up to me and offered me some water, as well as a bunch of sympathy, after I drank from the straw she hugged me. It wasn't all that comfortable after the whipping I just took. Then they all walked back to the cabin just leaving me there. Nothing else to do but just stand there, completely naked of course, totally spread eagle, feeling very exposed, I found that unusually pleasant. Then with boredom starting to settle in I saw all four of them return to the front porch with drinks. They sat down and appeared to just start chatting away.

With nothing else I could do I just started getting lost in my own thoughts and fantasies. First, I was strung up as a criminal being punished for my crimes, then a captive spy being tortured for information, a slave for cruel masters or mistresses, whipped nude in public for all to see, whipped by other women for being a husband enticing slut, a kidnapping victim being disciplined by my kidnappers, disciplined at school naked in front of all the students. For all of these scenarios not only did I imagine how they got started but also imagining them happening lash by lash. After what seemed to be forever, they all stared walking over to me.

When they got to me Amanda asked "Well, what did you think about the punishment, was that something we should do more of, less of, harder, or softer?"

I replied "I'm not sure, the degree of pain seemed right, I'll need another, though not right now, to make a determination."

They then began detaching me from my ropes. Funny, when did I start to think of them as my ropes. Their ropes, our ropes, the ropes? When freed they put my arms behind me and linked them together with I didn't see what. Then they put a chain between my ankle cuffs, at least it wasn't that bar again. Hooked a leash to my collar and led me back to the cabin. Although they didn't go directly to the cabin but meandered me around the yard for a while. I tried to think about whether I wanted another whipping or not. But my fantasies kept intruding into my thoughts. But it was the realization that I was completely nude while my friends were all dressed that kept the eroticism going. I can't tell you how much I love that. The shear excitement that it brings, being on display in nudity.

When we finally got back to the cabin, they led me onto the porch. There they had me stand off to one side where there was a rope dangling down from a hook. They unattached my hands from each other behind my back and then reattached them together in front of me, then tied the rope to it and then by pulling on another part of the rope that I didn't see at first, they raised my hands above me.

Detaching the chain from between my legs they both separated my legs and ties other ropes to my ankle cuffs forcing me to stand with legs spread wide. That's when Racheal lifted up a device from the side, I noticed that it was a dildo on a pole like structurer with an extension cord extending from it. I did not like the idea of an electric dildo, what ever could that possibly do, though I feared I was about to find out, and in the hard way.

After placing the dildo thingy between my legs, I was thinking of course where else was that going. They extended it straight up into my vagina pushing it in as far as they could until it met resistance. The dildo while not exactly massive had a larger than normal girth, thus spreading me out quite a bit. Racheal then turned on the dildo, it not only started vibrating like it was angry it also spun around, that's when I noticed that it wasn't quite straight with the pole it was slightly tilted so the spinning caused it to press against the sides of my vaginal walls. After the initial shock it starting feeling good, too good, sexual excitement was most definitely coming.

That's when Beth and Amanda approached, with Beth carrying a dink and Amanda carrying a small chain with those evil clamps at its ends, Beth iced down my nipples making them protrude and Amanda clamped the clamps to my nipples. Racheal then came up and hung something from the chain between my nipples, it wasn't too heavy but not too light either, stretching my nipples with the weight. Then Beth went into the cabin while the other three sat down on the outdoor lounge chairs. A bit later Beth returned with a pitcher of drinks. What they talked about I couldn't even focus on, Hands up, legs stretched, nipples being pulled, and that machine constantly stimulating my vagina.

Couldn't say how long I was suspended there, the pressure was building up in me slowly, constantly. I even tried to develop a fantasy but mu mind wouldn't focus enough for that to happen. Once during this Amanda approached me and pushed down on the weight pulling my nipples causing me to yell out. The dildo never stopped, it vibrated and it spun around, I found myself positioning myself with what little slack I had to get the dildo to intersect with my G spot during its rotation. After Victoria got her drink, she came up to me putting a straw in it offering me a chance to drink. It was a margarita.

As I stood there, what else could I do, I thought of how I had wiggled myself into position to get my G spot in alignment with the dildo's rotation. I realized that within a day's span I had really become a slut. Strangely enough I didn't mind, the thought that I would do these incredibly demeaning things just to get off really didn't bother me, especially since I had no choice but to endure these things. The realization hit me that while I was willing to degrade myself for these pleasures, I also really didn't mind being degraded by my friends for their pleasures either. Hey, fair is fair.

While just being there I luxuriated in the feelings building up in me, I could tell an orgasm was well on its way. My breathing was quickening, pulse racing, head getting lighter. Soon I was making soft moaning sounds, then louder. I could feel the shakes coming, I was looking forward to this. Then the definite build up started, my vagina throbbed. I needed this, wanted this, it had to happen. Then right before it reached the point of no return, the poser stopped. No more vibrations, no more rotations, nothing. I cried out.

"Aw! Start it back up!" I yelled probably too loud, too demanding.

Beth was standing there holding the unplugged cord to the dildo. My friends just laughed and then return to their conversations. There was nothing I could do about it, forced to just hang there, needing the stimulation, desiring the orgasm that was promised by the situation. But for me there was nothing, no force I could apply, realizing that no pleading would change anything, no promises that would help my situation. There was nothing I could do except endure this torture, while they all laughed. Then I saw all but Victoria, who had a sad or was it a compassionate expression on her face.

After just hanging there, regretting it all, for I have no idea how long, the power came back on. I had just come done from having orgasm. I had to hang there and let it all start up again, not from zero but pretty far from where I had been. The vibrations and the rotation started to do their work gain, not to mention the weight hanging by my nipples, the pressure constantly pulling on them.

I was just happy that after their decision to interrupt my orgasm for their joke I was finally going back up to get it. I luxuriated in the returning feelings. The buildup, promising an even better orgasm this time. My mind had started to fog over, concentrating was becoming difficult, it was crossing over from thought to pure feeling. All I knew at that point was the building up for the destination. I could feel every rotation of the dildo, each pass across my G spot bring me closer towards the orgasm I craved.

Now things were humming along just fine. I was in a place beyond thought, beyond reason, a place of pure feelings, of ecstasy, it was all that was and all that mattered. The vocalizations stared with some mild tremors. Then the dildo stopped. I had no idea how to feel about it, then I just yelled out.

"Argh!", a short pause then "Argh!" then two more.

I looked up and Amanda was holding the unplugged power cords. My legs were shaking and trying to squeezes the dildo but to no avail. I pleaded

"No!", "No!", "Please plug it back!", "Please!"

They just laughed again, except Victoria, bless her soul. She looked more wounded than me. She had an expression of pure empathy. I was just left there to deal with this disappointment again. They returned to whatever their conversation was about. I was left with the burning, the desire, the need, all with no fulfillment.

Breathing heavily, I could feel the dildo inside me just pressing on one of my walls. The weights pulling on my nipples began to be felt as well, their constant pressure just extending my nipples. After a while, but an indeterminate amount of time I was slowly but irrevocably brought back down. Soon the constant pull on my breasts were all I had left. Then it all started again. The return of both the vibrations and rotations, the return to pleasure.

Of course, by now you can easily predict where this is going, I could too. Another slow ramp up and another unplugging then another minor venting of my frustration. It continued three more times until I could no longer even think anything about it. All I remember was some far-off feelings of finally having orgasm after orgasm, I can't even really say for sure but I do believe it happened. What I do remember for fact was either waking up or returning to the world of the living.

The dildo had stopped and the nipple clamps had been removed. I tried to talk but was only able to make some sounds. It caught Victoria's attention because she came over to me, picking up her drink and a straw and giving me something to drink, it was only water but I still appreciated it.

She then hugged me laying her head sideways on my chest reaching up and stroking my hair. After she began rubbing me between my breasts with a far off look on her face like she was either lost in contemplation or just looking right through me. Then they just left me, to recover I assume. They went out onto the lawn and I saw that they had a game of croquet going. After they finished that game then played another, they came up to me and finally released me.

After asking me if I was OK, which I assured them I was, they then told me it was lunch time and to go make it. I had thought it was way later than that, but I guess not, my internal clock is way off. While making my way into the kitchen I had some, not much, wobbly knee problems. I then started but made only simple sandwiches and chips. During the sandwich assembly I felt myself becoming stronger with activity and passing time. When I was finished, I went to my, what I remembered to call them, mistresses and politely informed them that lunch was served. When they sat down, they just looked at me, I knew what that meant. Under the table for another round of orgasms for everybody.

After finishing them all off they had my, of course, clean the kitchen. When finished I went out into the living room where they ordered me to service them again. Let's face it I actually pr3ferred being ordered to being asked while in this state, seems more appropriate. I got a kitchen chair, set it in the middle of the room and they took it one by one and I brought them each to orgasm, except Victoria which who didn't take the chair. Then another round started, then two more, they were insatiable. Victoria even took one turn during this. When it was finally done, I went to clean up the chair and floor near by the other all left. Soon they returned each carrying varies stuff.

Beth had some cuffs; she approached me and attached them on each arm above my elbows. Then had me turn to face her and tied a rope around my waist knotted in the front. She then took the loose end passed it through my legs and up under the rope on my back, pulling it tight sending the rope up into my vulva spreading my labia. She then used a chain attached to one of my arm cuffs down to my opposite wrist cuff, having me hold my wrists up and horizontally across my back, she ran the chain through the wrists cuffs and ended up at the other arm cuff, thus effectivity binding my arms together bent at elbows with lower arms horizontal across each other. She attached a leash to my collar and led me outside.

I was led a little way from the corner of the cabin. There they place what looked like a pillow case with a stick across its far end about 6 feet from me. There was a small cutout in the middle of the pillow case exposing the stick. They tied the rope coming from above my ass through the rope tied around me to the stick in the pillow case. Then placed a garbage bag with some god know what in it on the pillow case and tied it to the rope attached to the stick. I could now see I was going to pull the weight with a rope that effectivity has been looped to go through my crotch. Yummy (that was a sarcastic yummy, not an excited yummy).

They then divided up whips and switches then headed off with one going towards the back of the cabin and the other two heading off to the other side of the front of the cabin. When they got to their corner, one of the two at the other front corner across from us left towards the last back corner. After a short quite Beth told me to start running around the cabin going outside each person at each corner. Nothing else to do but comply. I started off, then Beth whipped me on my buttocks.

She said "Get Going!" Then struck me on my bottom again and said "Faster!"

I took off, as fast as I could while dragging the weight behind me. It wasn't that much but plenty to pull the rope tight between my labia, pressing up against my clit and vagina. My breasts were bouncing up and down with each stride. My arms securely bound horizontally across my back. My vulva split by a tight rope up against it. I was approaching Racheal at the next corner; she was smiling right at me holding a small whip. When I got to her, I had to slow down a bit to go around her and change direction. Crack! Hit by her whip right on my right butt cheek. She yelled

"Giddyup!"

Took another swipe at me got me a little bit on the right cheek again. It made me at least try to take off as fast as I could, but the weight needing to be brought around them slowed me down. I had to go farther way from them than I would need to if it wasn't there then arc around to the new direction. This left great opportunities to smack by bottom like they were obviously going to do. Then I was heading towards Victoria.

I just jogged onward, boobs bouncing pornographically, pulling the weight with my vulva. I was settling into a nice steady jog. I approached Victoria, she was smiling at me, better that that look of concern or sadness she usually had. When I went past her, she reached out and tweaked my right breast, then hit my bottom with her switch. When I arced around her another hit by her switch. She giggled each time. At least she's having fun.

Now I'm heading towards Amanda, she was standing noticeably farther away from the cabin then any of the others, I wondered if that was on purpose or just accident. She was holding a stick whip, one of those things that was half stick handle then the other half whip, it had like three or four whips at that end. Right before I got to her I kind of obliqued farther away from where she was standing. No avail, she just stepped out towards me and, SNAP! The whip was caught mostly the rope behind me, though I did a little of it.

I tried to run, get through her as fast as possible. It didn't work; she got me with the second try pretty good. She'd changed up from a downward whipping to an upward whipping and got me on my behind fully. I couldn't help but chuckle a little. Even though I was fully struck I did manage a tiny rebellious act, even though it didn't work at all. It was the small victories that amused me. Then I was finally heading back to Beth, thankfully all this jogging was almost over.

As I got to her, I slowed down, stopping at her, breathing somewhat hard. SMACK, she whipped my bottom. SMACK, again.

"Who told you to stop, get going!"

Another smack as I got started, then a fourth before I got out of her range. OK, back towards Racheal again, boobs flying up and down along the way smacking me and punishing themselves. I settled into a nice jog that I could keep up, the weight being pulled behind me yanking on my vulva with every stride. I approached Racheal got two swats during my passing. Now towards Victoria. I daydreamed about being a slave forced to plow a field nude. Then I was approaching Victoria, I got two swats, first one just under my flopping breasts the second one below my ass where my butt meets my thighs. Ah, she missed! Loved the little victories.

Then I was imagining nude pulling a weight down my neighborhood street, neighbor all watching me, goggling at me, smirking at my humiliation. Approaching Amanda, she got me right across the breasts hitting the nipples, right when I had to slow a little to turn. The second one got by buttocks cleanly. Now heading back to Beth.

Fantasizing again, now I'm a prisoner, stripped, forced to work in the prison yard. I passed Beth got another hit on my ass. They kept me going for two more circuits before letting me stop. During this run my continued to daydream, chased by rapists, punished by angry wives for sleeping with their husbands, being shown off by masters or mistresses, captured and led to a camp to be raped, and others. I was panting pretty good. The other girls joined us and Victoria gave me a kiss. They untied my lower ropes releasing my vulva but kept my arms bound. They then put a leash on my collar and led me onto the porch again.

Beth hooked mt leash to a hook on the porch roof and they all spread out and left. I was standing there alone; I can only assume they were putting the stuff they just used away. A few minutes later Amanda came out, turned me around and unfastened by arms. She then playfully swatted me on the buttocks and spoke.

"Go get some drinks!"

I started into the cabin when she added

"Slave!"

I went towards the kitchen when Beth came up to me and spoke

"Fix the drinks and then wait here for me."

She left towards the bedrooms. I just started making a pitcher of margaritas, when I was in the middle of it, Beth returned holding a flat thing and some chains. She waited until I finished making the drinks then she started by from behind me putting the flat thing against my stomach and then running a strap around behind me attaching it to me tightly.

That's when I figured it out, it was a serving tray, it had tow pairs of chains running down from its front side, each chain ended in a clamp. I now knew what this was, thinking oh God here we go. She then pushed one of my hands up to the middle of my back, figuring out where this was going, I lifted up my other hand to have my forearms parallel to the floor, just like I had right before this.

She attached the chain again securing my arms behind my back forcing them once more to be parallel to the floor. She then kneeled down and fastened a chain between my ankles. Standing up again she reached over me and put a gag in my mouth and fastened it in the back of my head. She then walked around to the front of me and, I've been dreading this since this all started a few moments ago, put the tray up level by clamping the support chains to my nipples.

She then adjusted the whole thing to be level. Poured four glasses of margaritas, and place three of them on the tray. The tray dipped down a little as the weight pulled on my nipples, I let out a gasp but it was muffled by the gag. Picking up the last drink she waved me to the front door, I didn't really need instructions at this point, I knew what to do.

I slow walked to the door; I couldn't do much else with my ankles chained. When I got there Beth first opened up the door, then changing her mind, she placed her drink on the ray with the others. Then waved me outside. There were general exclamations, Racheal gave out an "Oh my god!!", Amanda let out a "Ooooohhhhh!!!" (One of those that started low and got higher as it was said.), but Victoria just audibly gasped in shock.

Beth stepped out and took a slight bow before the others, she then stepped past me and sat down. Racheal who was closes to me said for me to come her. I went over, slowly because of my ankle chains and I didn't want to spill any drinks. She took her drink off my tray, then I walked to the other one by one and they took their drinks. When the last was served I had no idea what to do next, Beth stood up and gently guided me to one side, under the hanging leash they left dangling there, and hooked it to my collar.

I was just left standing there with nothing I could do while they stared chatting. I heard something scooting against the floor and Victoria had moved her chair close to me and was absently stroking one of my upper thighs while talking with the others. All I could do then was occasionally shift my weight around from one foot to another to relieve pressure from my feet and legs. This was getting boring but that was the life of a sex slave, can't expect total action, there will always be long pauses of inaction.

At one point someone said that they needed more drinks, Victoria volunteered. She unhooked me and then led me back inside and to the kitchen. When we got there before actually getting the drinks, she stood in front of me and absently just stroked on me. Between my breasts, the breasts themselves, my stomach, the area between my neck and breasts. While she was doing this, she had one of those far off looks, like she was seeing something through and behind me. Then she just kissed me above my breasts, gently, ever so soft and lovingly.

She then poured the drinks and loaded them onto my tray; I noticed that there were only three and she was holding one. She led me outside to serve the others. After carefully walking over to each slowly until they were all served, I returned to my origin position to just stand there. Victoria hooked the leash back to me then after sitting down just put a hand around my upper thigh and just held it, not moving it.

This continued for a long time, occasionally being led into the kitchen to get more drinks. Having said drinks loaded on the tray, pulling on my nipples mercilessly. Then getting to just stand there, legs started burning and it got boring, except for the short time I had drinks on my tray and my nipples were being abused.

Finally, my torment was over they led me back into the living room and removed my tray. They all sat down on the furniture and told me to kneel down. I started to kneel down then realized that with my arms secured behind me and my ankles restrained by the chain I wasn't as easy as it seemed.

I tried to lower myself down but nothing, it wasn't going to work. Then I tried, I don't really know what, I just tried and failed. Then I noticed that everyone was just there watching me. I was a little disappointed that no one, especially Victoria, came to my aid. But is hind sight how could I blame them, this was most likely very entertaining.

I then tried first lowering myself by squatting down then as quickly as I could I moved my left leg down; with the chain I had to move my knee outwards leaving my feet closer together. Then it was easy to lower the other knee leaving me down with my knees spread out. I was rather proud of myself.

Then Amanda said "Now get back up."

Oh hell, after all that time I finally got to sit down, my legs were sore and tired. Well, I just there's no rest for the wicked. I simply just reversed, well kind of, what I did to get down. Quickly lifting my right legs up and getting my foot placed. Then it was easy to simply lift up my left leg while balancing on my right foot. Then stand up. I was very proud of myself, no one seemed to notice.

Beth said "It's about time to start dinner." Then Amanda said "First, slave come with me."

I followed Amanda into the kitchen, she swirled around a glass of ice and said "Open the refrigerator door, I need a refill."

OK, seems simple enough but the refrigerator is the old type where you have to pull the latching handle back to release the lock and then by continuing to pull open it. But my hands were still tied behind my back.

I tried to turn around and position the fingers of one of my hands to grab the lever. That didn't work with my arms in the horizontal like they were. I then tried to lower down and bend over and open it with my teeth. I couldn't get a grip with my teeth, there wasn't enough room between lever and door.

The Amanda said "I'm thirsty, hurry up." I didn't know what to do, I needed something to put around the lever. I looked around the kitchen, all I could see it a dish towel hanging on a draw handle. I waddled over and got it with my mouth, put it on the counter. Then repositioning it with my tongue and chin I got it in sort of a loop. Picking it up from the two ends, that were now positioned next to each other, I picked it up with my mouth. Waddled back over to the refrigerator, leaned over, after try after try I finally got the towel around the lever. I leaned back down waddled backwards and the lever pulled out, a little more waddling and the door opened.

I stood up, I felt very proud of myself and what I had accomplished. They all let out a moment of celebration, some exclamations and clapping. Then Racheal went behind me and unattached my arm bindings. Oh, that felt good to have them free and blood flowing normally again. She said "Time to start dinner."

After they made me refill their drinks they retired to the living room while I started to get dinner ready. They as normal were chatting away with each other, I couldn't hear what they were saying, found I didn't really care. I was having fun being their slave. I started to fantasize again while making dinner. This time they concerned being a nude slave and cooking.

After the food was cooked, the table set, and I had eaten, while doing everything else. I waddled into the living an officially announced to my mistresses that dinner was served. As what was now become customary, I crawled under the table and served them all to their own orgasms while they ate and talked. His time though I intentionally changed up the order in which I serviced them all, just for randomness.

After dinner and I got them all off, they retired back to the living room and I was left to clean up as usual. After I finished cleaning, I went into the living with the others. I just kneel down spreading my knees wide as usual and placed my hands beside me, they just continued their conversations.

After a wile Beth told me to get my mattress from against the wall and place it in the middle of the room. As I did so Beth and Amanda left the room, soon returning with a bar, a dildo, and some lube. Beth told me to lay on my back on the mattress. She then removed my chains from my ankles, spread my feet wide apart and secured the bar to my ankles.

I was now laying there with my legs spread pornographically wide. Amanda had lubed up the dildo and started working it into me. Bu the time she had it fully inserted I noticed that Beth had removed her jeans and panties. She then sat on my face.

Without being told, I knew what to do, I started on her orally. Meanwhile Amanda kept on pumping me with the dildo, working it in different directions and different force with each stroke. It took a while but I finally achieved lift off with Beth. She got up and soon Amanda was sitting on my face. I knew what she liked by now, I went after her forceable and with vigor.

Also, the penetration into my vagina continued, but this time it felt way different. What it was, it's small for a short distance then opened way up, way to wide to be inserted into me. Who ever it was toying with my vagina they stared twisting what ever it was they were inserting into me with the large part getting further in each thrust and twist.

While I kept working on Amanda whomever pulled whatever out of me then using something else completely different entirely, something slender, they started probing me with it. Hitting all my walls one at a time. After a while they, who ever it was, pulled whatever out of me and inserted something else. This, whatever it was, was cold, wide, wider that seemed possible to insert up into me.

Whomever kept working at it, until they finally got whatever into me. It was thick as hell, not exactly rough or smooth, it kept my vagina stretched to its limit, then was thrusted into me slowly then back out slowly, again and again. I continued to work on Amanda, roughly and vigorously, just like I knew she liked it.

Right before I got Amanda off, I felt the large whatever object, withdrawn and soon replaced with something else, not as hard or nearly as wide as the last object, it was warmer too. This new whatever object it is, had some sort of har ridges that really got me off, I could feel that I was rising up to an orgasm.

I was able to get Amanda off before I go off, oh well. When Amanda got up I at first saw that it was Racheal who was playing with my vagina, then I saw that beside her was the original dildo, a soda bottle, a cucumber from the refrigerator, a candlestick, and other things that I didn't have time to identify because Racheal had removed her pants and sat on me, not on my face but on my upper chest.

Racheal then stuck her fingers into my mouth, they tasted weird, they tasted similar to what the other girl's vaginas tasted like. It was my own vaginal discharges! Oh well, seems kind of fair enough, I went to work cleaning off her fingers. After I had cleaned her fingers to her satisfaction, she moved up to place her vagina at my mouth. I went to work.

Meanwhile the insertions into me started again. Though this time they were extremely gently and slow. It felt like the original dildo, not something wild or crazy like before. I could only assume that was Victoria, always soft and gentle. Besides the thrusting into me I felt a hand go to my clitoris and start stroking it.

This continued while I worked on Racheal to get her off, I received a nice action in my vagina and an equally soft and pleasant stimulation on my clit. We continued at this for quite a while; I was getting lost in the pleasure. After a long while I finally got Racheal off. I had also some during that episode.

The it was Victoria turn, I of course as always slowed way down for her, even though I saw that it was Beth that came back to do me, and she didn't slow anything down at all. She kept working various objects up me while I tried as hard as I could to do Victoria so tenderly and gradually. I was able to quickly get Victoria off, as per usual, Then Beth took another turn.

It continued in the same manner for I couldn't even guess, seemed to me to be forever. I gave orgasms to them as they gave orgasms to me. Only difference was Victoria as per usual seemed to skip her turn on my face, not always but mostly. I got lost in the ever-going cycle of me licking them off in rotation and them stimulating me with whatever they had around the cabin. This continued for how long I could not tell you, maybe God could or one of them.

Finally, after countless orgasm for all of us, Beth got off my face but no one else sat on it. They then tied my arms above my head to the mattress. Then Beth just lit the candle they had used to insert into me. She just held it above me slightly horizontally. Oh my God, they're going to drip melted wax on me, and sure enough they did. First drips hitting my breasts, some even got my nipples, this hurt but not torturous. She dripped it on my stomach, on my thighs, even on my vulva.

This continued for a while, I got hot wax dripped all on my naughty parts and elsewhere. I was easily felt but too painful, kind of a good pain. More so when they hit my vulva, the brief burning. The she got my breasts the same happened. But when she got my nipples, ouch, the burning pain though brief was fierce. She got everywhere, lingering more on the naughtier the part.

When finished I had drips on my legs, plenty on my vulva, on my stomach, breasts, and on my décolletage (area between breasts and neck) and in my cleavage. When Beth stopped, she told me to go to the bathroom and cleanup. I went carefully as the hardened wax prevented me from walking normally. When I got to the bathroom I started to get cleaned up.

Removing the wax was not hard in itself, but painful at times. I finally settled on using my toothbrush to kind of shave it off. Took a shower to remove the residues left and the spots I missed before. Used some lotion afterwards to help my skin heal. Then I went back out into the living room and was immediately told to start dinner.

When I finished cooking, setting the table, and serving dinner, I naturally went under to table for the second part of service. But this time only Amanda and Beth partook, as Racheal and Victoria, both just waved me off, I could only guess they were satisfied after the earlier game. After they all ate, I cleaned up.

When done cleaning I joined them on the front porch. They had me stand to one side of the porch and tied my wrist cuffs spread out slightly above my head and ankle were attached to ropes leading to each side, leaving me in a nice spread eagle. That's when Amanda brought a chair over and sat down right in front of me facing me.

She then proceeded to start messing around with my vulva. Playing around with my labia, my clitoris, and my vagina, nothing serous more like and exploration. Seems kind of strange until you realize that no woman has ever seen her own vulva up close let alone touched her own up close. Beth then left for a little while then returned outside with some leather strappy stuff. She grabbed another chair and sat down next to Amanda; she then gave one of them to Amanda. They were like belts with small dangly straps on them.

"I'm sure we can figure these out." Beth said to Amanda. She then buckled one on me around my upper thigh and then grasping one of the hanging parts she grasped my labia pulled it out and at the end of the dangling bit it obviously had a clasp. She clamped it to my labia and let go, it apparently is elastic because it pulled open my labia.

"That's it!" said Beth as she and Amanda clamped open my entire labia using the two clamps on each belt thing. My God it's a labia spreader, I've never even seen one before. But now my labia were wide open exposing my clitoris and vagina for the world to see.

Beth returned back to the other but before that when she was getting up Amanda said "Thanks!" She then proceeded to examine me thoroughly. She pushed a pair of fingers into my vagina and explored it in its entirety, not sexually but more examination like. She felt along both sides, the bottom and top, even though I still got the erotic feelings from this. She probed everything she possible could within her reach.

I was coming up to an orgasm again then she pulled out, I was devastated, I let out a sound of frustration. She then went on to examine my clitoris, she pushed it left and right, lifted the hood, pressed on it, pulled on it, even squeezed it. It kind of felt good, it helped to restart me back on the path to orgasming.

Amanda said "Anyone want next?" Beth shot straight up immediately. They all kind of giggled at that. Then Beth and Amanda switched places. But Amanda instead of sitting down with the others she went back into the cabin, a short while later returned with a bag. Amanda gave the bag to Beth who immediately checked out what was inside. Beth smiled and said thanks.

First Beth took out a cup with a tube in it going to some other device. She then started playing around with my clitoris, kneading it for a while until it stuck out from my hood. Then placed the cup around it and started pumping it up using the device on the other end of the tube. My clit soon swelled up and filled up the cup, or should I now say suction cup.

After my clit just expanded and filled up the sucker Beth stood up reached into the bag and withdrew another suction cup. This one she placed on one of my nipples. Pumped it up a couple of times and my nipple swelled up and filled up the cup. Then as you might have guessed the other nipple got the same treatment. Only difference is that Beth removes the tube from the first nipple cup and used it on the second.

Now I was standing there, where else would I be standing since I'm bound spread eagle, Whit suction cups sucking and extending both nipples and my clit. Hurt really bad at first then calmed done, but still gave an erotic ache. Beth then started playing with them, all three. She flicked then left and right, which hurt quite a bit. Racheal at that time moved her chair right up close to get a better look.

Beth then explored the inside of my vagina much like Amanda had done. She seemed to like finding my G spot and rubbing it some, this got me started towards a climax. But she stopped which frustrated me leaving me unsatisfied. She then stood up and kneaded the area between my breasts. Squeezed and lifted my breasts and kissing my décolletage.

After Beth was done, she had left the suction cups on me, Racheal came forward. She removed the suction cups from my nipples; they were left standing up farther than I've ever seen them. She played with them, kneading them, pulled them bite them (Ouch), she flicked them (also Ouch), and finally squeezed them. She was apparently fascinated by them.

Finally, she removed the suction cup from my clitoris. It was also left highly erect sticking out from its hood. She then gave my clit the same treatment as she had given my nipples. I have never had my woman parts treated like this; it was wicked in its own way. After the flicking and pulling and pushing of the clitoris she gave the same attention to my vagina that the other two had.

She explored my vagina completely, like she was looking for something new. She did this with a look of pure concentration, like she was studying one for the first time, just trying to map it. I was inching closer to climax probe by probe. Then she stopped well before I got off.

Victoria then had a turn; she was no different then she'd been the entire time. Starting with a slow smooth caressing of my breasts and nipples. Often spending time on my cleavage between my breasts. Then she moved down to my abdomen caressing it ever so slightly. Kissing it softly, sensually. Then on to my vulva, playing with my clit like someone who was trying to get me to orgasm. She didn't however put anything into my vagina like the other three did.

When she was finished, she'd move the chair in front of me sideways, sat in it, and joined the others in conversation while holding on to me almost absentmindedly. However, she occasionally laid her hand on my vagina and or clit, striking them slowly and without any real pressure. I did not play any attention to whatever they were saying to each other, all I could think about was the touching.

After quite a long time Beth went back into the cabin once again, she came out with a four playing cards. She said she had an Ace, Two, Three, and a Four, they would each pick one with her having the left over and that would be the order in which each got me for the whole nights. Racheal picked the Ace, Amanda the Two, Victoria the Three, leaving Beth with the Four.

They went back in a got themselves drinks again, their finals for the night. When they returned, they just sat down and chatted. I was left to just hang there with my labia spread out the whole time. After quite a while, they finished their drinks and let me down from the ropes. They said good night to each other and Racheal attached the leash to my collar and lead me to her bedroom.

Victoria was in the room looking at an inflatable mattress that was by the bed. She said "I just need a minute to move this." Racheal said "Let the slave do it. That's what she's for." Racheal then told me to move the inflatable mattress to were ever Victoria wanted. I went to pick it up, my labia still throbbing from the opener attached to it, but oh well. Victoria ended up helping me by carrying one side of the mattress. She had us move it into the living room. I asked her if she was sure she'd be comfortable there and she said one room is as good as another.

After I got back to Racheal's room she had changed into a T-shirt and panties. She removed the labia spreader, thank God. Then kissed me passionately like a lover would. Then moved me onto the bed. She lied down next to me then we just made out like a pair of adolescents, meaning just kissing and a little patting. She then removed her panties and laid down on her back, I immediately got to work.

After the third orgasm Racheal signaled me to come up to her. We laid there for a while before she fell to sleep. I laid there for a while wondering if we are all starting down the path into turning into lesbians. I concluded that labels really didn't fit this situation. I was still sure I'd want to eventually find a man to marry. This is and promises to be one wild ride. Then I fell asleep myself.