Endless Nudity Ch. 06

"It seems that I'm popular,"

"Oh yes," Melissa confirmed. "Everybody wants to see you. I think half the people in this hotel are smitten with you."

Due to my fetish for exposing my body, I'd hatched a plan to come to Fairhaven and pretend to be Melissa's sex slave. My plan has been far more successful than I anticipated. Not only do people believe that I'm Melissa's slave, but they're also fascinated with my naked body.

"I've had fantasies where I'm forced to strip naked and be humbled and sexually objectified by people who are fully clothed," I confessed to Melissa. "But here... I mean, never in my wildest dreams did I imagine there would be a crowd of a hundred or more people staring at my tits and exposed pubic lips."

"A hundred is a lot to take in," Melissa said. "But doesn't that just make it even more exciting?"

I shrugged and tried to explain. "The larger crowds are intimidating. I get surrounded by them and I get butterflies in my stomach. And my heart pounds in my chest like I'm going to have a panic attack."

Melissa raised an eyebrow and replied, "I bet it also makes your pussy throb. Throbbing so intensely, you could probably cum just by rubbing your thighs together."

I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment, but I reluctantly agreed with Melissa's assessment of my throbbing pussy. Being naked all the time had done things to my libido. I was sexually aroused all the time. And the larger the number of people staring at my naked body, the more intense my sexual arousal.

"You have a passion for this sort of thing," Melissa said. "I didn't get it at first, but this is where you belong, naked in front of a large audience. It invigorates and revitalizes you."

"You used to say I was crazy for wanting to be naked in front of a large audience."

"Yeah, but that was before. I've changed my opinion. And I kinda get a kick from showing off your naked body. I feel powerful and important being the clothed one who gets to show you off. I feel like I really paid for you at a slave auction and now have the right to control you and exhibit you whenever and wherever I want."

Of course, exhibiting me wasn't the only perk she got. Somewhere along the way, she decided that she could order me to get between her legs and lick her to orgasm. Melissa and I had been friends for years. The idea of having sex with her seemed weird, but Melissa reminded me that I didn't have a lot of choice in the matter.

"Legally, you're my slave. Or at least, everyone believes that you are. If you refuse to lick my pussy, I can simply punish you until you stop resisting."

Somehow, being forced to lick Melissa's pussy made things less awkward. I felt comforted at the idea that I was a slave with no choice in the matter. I got down on my knees, gave Melissa a look of surrender and told her that I'd do it.

She stripped naked from the waist down and stood over me. Somehow the more dominant and cruel she was towards me, the more beautiful she looked. Her legs looked sexy and athletic. Her pussy lips looked tempting. I knelt before her, spread my legs, leaving my glistening pink slit indecently exposed and dove right in, licking my friend's pussy with mad abandon.

I began by licking her pink slit from the bottom to the top. Then I thrust my tongue inside her and tasted her salty juices. Her labia were already swollen before I even began, and soon she was moaning and oozing copiously. I licked all around, returning to her hard, swollen clitoris often, but circling and teasing as well.

If I hesitated or lagged in my enthusiasm, Melissa threatened to spank me. This always spurred me into doing better. The thought that I was being forced or controlled by my friend made it much more exciting. I didn't want for us to be equal. I wanted for Melissa to be in charge and control me and punish me for the slightest sign of disobedience.

That night, I tossed and turned and felt a magical, feverish heat that made it difficult to sleep. And when I finally drifted off, I had vivid dreams about being naked and bound spread-eagle, in a public library. My naked body was indecently on display, and young, well-dressed women would come over and grope me before they went in search of books.

I breathed heavily and my chest heaved up and down as a cute redhead in dress slacks and a dress shirt sauntered over and reached between my widespread legs to grab hold of my defenseless pussy. She cupped my mound with her hand, squeezing it gently, then leisurely stroking my swollen labia up and down.

I gasped and then she reached out and grabbed my defenseless breasts and gave them a good, solid squeeze. She proceeded to knead them like bread dough. I squirmed helplessly as I was groped, then she gave me a wicked look, caught my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed. I gasped and yelped girlishly as the innocent looking woman pinched my nipples harder and pulled them outwards, stretching them.

Then a stern looking librarian dressed in grey tweed was suddenly standing there. She gave me an admonishing look and said "Shhh! This is a library! People are trying to read!"

She pointed to a sign that said, "QUIET IN THE READING AREA".

I apologized to the librarian, but I whimpered as I said it. The young redhead continued to abuse my body, making it difficult to remain silent. She placed a hand between my outstretched thighs and pushed a finger into the gap between my swollen pubic lips. She penetrated my labia and brushed one finger between my sex lips, and across my achingly hard clitoris. I flinched violently and gasped in shock.

"Ohhhhhh!"

I squirmed and struggled frantically against my bonds. I had no hope of getting free, but it seemed appropriate for a naked prisoner to struggle as I was being raped. Those fingers were thrust deep inside me and located my G-spot. First it was just one finger. Then two. Then three. I was fingered ruthlessly, and I moaned and squirmed in response.

"That's it," the librarian said, giving me a cold, unforgiving look. "I'm going to go get the riding crop. If you can't be quiet, you'll have to be punished."

"Oooooohh! Please! No!"

But the librarian was already heading back to her office to fetch a crop with which to punish me. It seemed cruel that I was to be punished when it was the redhead who was making it impossible for me to keep quiet, but I didn't mention that part. I just stood there and waited for the librarian to come back and punish me for breaking the rules.

* * *

The next day was bright and sunny and cheerful. However, as a slave, I wasn't allowed to go sightseeing or window shopping. I was led outside to be ogled and abused.

Melissa bound my arms behind my back in a box tie and then clipped a leash to my slave collar. It was easy for Melissa to lead me around by tugging on the leash. I was naked, bound and helpless. Such a combination made me easy to control.

It wasn't quite 8:00 in the morning yet and there were already twenty or thirty people on the front lawn eagerly waiting for me to be put on display. I suppose naked slaves are a popular attraction.

Melissa was beautiful, bold and impressive as she pulled me forward. I was forced into a trot to keep up with her as she led me towards the whipping frame.

Of course, the wide-eyed spectators were bold and overly zealous as I was forced to walk naked past them. They pushed forward so they could reach out and grab me or smack my ass. I yelped and whimpered but I couldn't do anything to stop them.

A matronly woman smacked me hard across my defenseless bottom, called me a "bad girl" and yelled that I deserved whatever my mistress did to me. I gasped but kept on walking as Melissa kept pulling on my leash.

I was marched over to the whipping frame, and Melissa undid the ropes that bound me and then she and one of the hotel employees bound me spread-eagle to the whipping frame.

"I'm sure you'll find this experience to be remarkably humbling," Melissa assured me after I'd been bound with my wrists far above my head and my ankles pornographically far apart.

The hotel employee who had assisted Melissa stood in front of me, took my face in her hands, and kissed me vigorously. While her mouth was on mine, I felt a hand slide between my legs. My pubic lips were stroked, and fingers were thrust inside me.

I moaned into the mouth of the woman kissing me as inquisitive fingers probed the interior of my pussy. The fingers played with my defenseless pussy until I started to gyrate my hips. Then the fingers were withdrawn a fraction of a second before I could climax.

"Aaaahhhh!"

I gasped in shock and disappointment. The crowd on the front lawn had doubled in size while I was bound to the frame and people cheered. They were enjoying my helplessness and my suffering.

The lady who had been kissing me pulled back and cupped my defenseless breasts. She lifted them up slightly before kneading them like pizza dough. While she roughly played with my exposed breasts, even more people showed up to witness my humiliation.

Then the crowd parted for Janice. She was carrying a leather belt, folded double. Melissa had promised that I would be whipped with a belt this morning. I squirmed and struggled against my bonds as Janice came closer. There was something shameful and mortifying about a rich girl like me being whipped by a mere waitress for the entertainment of the masses.

I whimpered and squirmed at the mere thought of it. However, at the same time, my sex throbbed with hungry spasms and my nipples had become agonizingly hard. Being naked, helpless and objectified by so many people was a huge emotional trigger for me. My heart raced and there was an undeniable pulsing in my loins. There was no doubt about it, being publicly naked and humiliated was a huge turn on for me.

While I had my eyes focused on Janice, Emma converged on me. Emma was a hotel guest who had a crush on me. She was well-dressed and well-groomed and somehow having her there as a witness made my feelings of humiliation even more intense.

Then there was Alexandra. She was perky, energetic, blonde and looked so innocent and wholesome, I could swear she walked right out of a Pixar movie.

Despite her sweet, charming appearance, she was eager to see me whipped. And when Melissa asked for volunteers to rub oil into my skin and get me glistening, Alexandra eagerly screamed, "Pick me! Pick me!"

Alexandra got picked. So did Emma. The two women had oil squirted into their hands and then they began to rub it in all over my body. With scores of people watching, they rubbed it in everywhere, my arms, my legs, my abdomen, my back, and of course, they spent an inordinate amount of time rubbing the slick, oily substance into my breasts.

I was forced to stand there, bound and helpless, while Alexandra and Emma each worked a breast, sliding their hands up and down and in circles across my round flesh. And the more they groped my boobs, the more labored my breathing became. My nipples throbbed and a tingling sensation permeated my entire body as their hands slid across my slick, slippery flesh.

At some point, Alexandra grabbed one of my nipples and rolled it in her greasy fingers and commented, "Wow, her nipples are so hard."

Then Alexandra grabbed both my nipples while Emma began to rub her greasy hands all over my butt. She was very thorough, even smoothing her slick, oily fingers into the furrow between my buttocks.

"Ohhhhhh!"

I gritted my teeth and tried to stifle my moans, but it wasn't easy. My whole body was responsive, and I trembled in sexual tension as their hands lingered on my naughty bits. My sex throbbed with hungry spasms and my nipples became achingly hard.

"I love her abs," Alexandra commented as her hands slid away from my breasts and went lower. "So firm and taut. They're a joy to touch."

She rubbed her slippery hands up and down my belly. Then her fingertips slid lower. She and Emma kept up a running commentary as her hands continued to go even lower, until she was touching my sex.

"Oooooohh,"

I was unable to suppress a moan, and a wicked smile spread across Alexandra's face. The more I reacted, the more she liked it. She rubbed her fingers up and down my plump, glistening pubic lips as she studied my face, enjoying my reactions as my engorged clit thrummed with sexual energy and my whole body was consumed with a dark, desperate need.

"Good, she's wet and shiny all over," Emma commented after she'd rubbed oil into my body from my neck to my knees. "I think this is exciting. I've never seen a beautiful, naked woman get her ass reddened with a leather belt before. The whole thing just sounds so kinky."

I was silently aroused by the anticipation of being whipped. It was the excitement of being naked, controlled, helpless and humiliated while a large crowd watched. I knew it would sting, but that didn't lessen my excitement in the slightest. Emma was looking me straight in the eye. I was bound spread-eagle and naked in front of her, waiting to be punished.

"Will you scream?" she asked me. "A naked girl, getting it with a leather belt across her shapely, naked bottom. Ten dollars says you scream."

"I'm betting she screams too," Alexandra said. "I think the oil will make the belt sting even worse. It's going to hurt a lot."

Janice stood a few inches away, holding the belt that would be used to punish me. She had a wicked smile on her face, and she added, "Oh, I guarantee she's going to scream. " Twenty bucks says she screams right after the first blow."

"You're on."

The women discussed my impending punishment with no regard for my suffering. Something about that excited me. my heart raced, and I struggled against the bonds that held me, and then the first sting of the leather belt exploded across my oiled buttocks.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

The whipping began and red-hot agony erupted across my buttocks. Any hope of riding out my punishment with any semblance of dignity was soon destroyed.

Swish! CRACK! "Aaahhh!"

Swish! CRACK! "Aaahhh!"

Swish! CRACK! "Aaaahhhh!"

Swish! CRACK! "Aaaahhhh!"

Swish! CRACK! "Aaaaahhhhh!"

Swish! CRACK! "Aaaaahhhhh! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

I screamed and recoiled at every blow. I lost track of my many lashes Janice gave me, but when it was over, my bottom was sore, and it throbbed like mad. I felt completely dominated and submissive. Of course, the more dominated and submissive I felt, the more my feelings of arousal took over. My eyes had welled up with tears, but my pussy was wetter than ever.

"Her ass is getting quite red," Janice said after whipping my poor, defenseless bottom into a riot of pain. "Do you think she's had enough?"

"I think she could bear another ten, don't you?" said Emma as she raised an imperious eyebrow at me. I was already in pain, my chest was heaving, and my eyes were welled up with tears, but Emma wanted me to suffer even more. Something about that made me feel even more submissive. I was at the mercy of Janice and Emma, and I sagged in my bondage, feeling defeated and helpless.

There was a silent communication between Melissa, Janice and Emma and then the whipping of my naked bottom resumed.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Men and women from the crowd called out and encouraged Janice to whip me and make me scream. I don't think she needed encouragement. She wielded that leather belt with sadistic determination, turning my shapely ass and the backs of my thighs into a red-hot riot of pain.

When the humiliating ordeal finally concluded, my buttocks and thighs were all boiling with scalding heat. Through the mist of tears, I saw the crowd of spectators. I felt submissive to all of them.

"You are so sexy when you squirm," Emma said. I could barely hear her over the sound of my own sobbing. "This is why punishing slaves is so fashionable. The way they react to the pain is so sexy."

I didn't argue with her. My body was so overwhelmed with agonizing pain, I couldn't even think straight, much less form a coherent counter point.

"That was entertaining," Melissa called out to the large crowd of spectators. "But it doesn't have to end there! Who would like to see our beautiful, naked slave brought to orgasm?"

A chorus of cheers and affirmations went up and I recoiled at the noise. Scores of people were demanding that I be brought to orgasm. When the noise died down, Melissa turned to Emma and asked, "Would you like to do the honors?"

I was naked, sweaty, bound, helpless and my face was wet from all the tears I'd shed. Emma was dignified, well-dressed and well-groomed. The stark difference in our statuses made me feel utterly submissive to her and I squirmed as she agreed to make me cum.

A wicked smirk spread across her face as she ambled forward and pushed her hand between my legs.

"Okay, naked girl," she said playfully. "Let's hear you moan."

There must have been over two-hundred people watching. People driving down Sutter had parked their cars and got out to get a good look at me. Pedestrians were all over the place, gathered near so they could gawk at my nudity, and I blushed scarlet.

"Get into the spirit of the thing," Melissa insisted. "Move your hips! Grind your pussy against the nice lady's fingers! Put on a show for your fans!"

I moaned and groaned with embarrassment and humiliation, but I thrust my pelvis forward and rubbed my pink slit against Emma's fingers. I felt degraded and objectified, but my pussy throbbed, and I needed release desperately. The presence of all those eyes on me was both humiliating and arousing.

"Give your public good squirm," Melissa insisted. "A slave's orgasms shouldn't be quiet and dignified. You should move your hips and pelvis like some sort of demented slut. Understand?"

Standing about two feet away, Janice added, "If your audience isn't satisfied, we may just decide to whip your cute little ass some more as an alternate form of entertainment."

I grunted and whimpered as I worked my hips and ground my vulva against the older woman's fingertips. I pushed my sex back against Emma's hand, rubbing and stimulating myself.

People in the crowd called me a slut and "naughty girl", but I kept at it, bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm. The prurient looks of the people in the crowd made me feel degraded, but I kept going.

I was sweating and there was a strain on my inner thigh muscles as I used them to push my pelvis forward. I rubbed myself against Emma's fingers furiously, standing there stark naked, bound with my legs spread indecently far apart and my pussy pornographically exposed. And hundreds of people were able to view my shame from a multitude of angles.

And as I stared into Emma's eyes, she had an imperious look, as if she was immensely enjoying her dominance over me. My breathing became ragged, and I felt the orgasm building inside of me. And then she reached out and took hold of one of my erect nipples.

This naked, public disgrace with so many witnesses felt like rape. I felt humiliated and controlled. My nude body was now for the entertainment of others, and I was forced to degrade myself publicly for their prurient enjoyment.

It was unlikely any of the people in the crowd understood how much I enjoyed exhibiting my naked body and being treated like a sex object. I got feverishly aroused by submitting naked in any way that Melissa ordered. I even felt a sexual urge to submit to Janice and Emma.

These thoughts ran rampant through my head as I felt the waves of orgasm flowing through me. I quivered and pushed the wet slit of my cunt into Emma's strong fingers. I stood naked, bound and helpless in front of my audience, and screamed as my orgasm was unleashed.

Like a wave that has been building in strength over a thousand miles of ocean, the strength of my orgasm had built inside my loins. When I finally came, I climaxed with such intensity that my whole body shuddered, and I screamed like a banshee. Then Emma shoved her fingers deep inside me and my vaginal muscles spasmed energetically around her fingers.

* * *

Later that morning, after the crowds had disbursed, Melissa, Emma and I were all up in my hotel room. Melissa insisted that since Emma had brought me to orgasm, it was only fair that I return the favor. I was ordered to get down on my knees and use my mouth to pleasure her.

"It only makes sense," Emma commented. "As a free woman, I should have more orgasms than you. You're currently one up on me."

Emma placed her hands on my bare shoulders and gently pushed me down. I ended up on my knees in front of her and then Emma unbuckled her belt, unzipped her pants and proceeded to remove her shoes, pants and panties. It didn't take long before Emma's pink, puffy pubic lips were right in front of my face. She told me to use my mouth and my tongue on her pink slit. I was warned that if I didn't do a good job I could always be spanked again as punishment.

"Yes, Mistress," I said demurely. I was seriously leaning into my role as a submissive slave girl, and it seemed that I just agreed to everything any dominant woman said. I was becoming fanatically obedient.

Emma's thighs squirmed as soon as I began to lick her plump, glistening pubic lips and I felt her hands gripping my head tightly and attempting to aim my mouth squarely at the entrance to her vagina.

"Put your tongue inside me," Emma demanded. "Do it! Do it, now!"

Her tight grip on my head and the firmness in her voice triggered something inside of me. Emma felt like an authority figure. My submissive instincts kicked in and I placed my mouth over her sex and thrust my tongue inside her as deep as it would go.

"Oh! Ohhhhhh! Ah-aaahhh!"

Emma continued to squirm; however, she didn't give me any more orders after that. She seemed quite satisfied with the things I was doing with my mouth and my tongue. At some point, I used both hands to grasp her firm buttocks and explored the interior of her sex. She gasped and moaned as I probed deep inside her with my tongue. The sounds she made seemed erotic and adorable.

At some point, I drew her swollen clit into my mouth and vigorously sucked on it. Emma responded by twisting her torso and her hips uncontrollably, and her gasping sounds became more fervent. I had to grip her buttocks much tighter to keep from being knocked to the floor by her writhing hips.

"Oh! Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh! Ohhhhhh!"

"Oh God, oh God, oh Gaaawwwwd," Emma exclaimed in between feminine gasps and moans. When she climaxed, it was violent and extraordinary. She thrust her pelvis into my face repeatedly, and I struggled not to get knocked over. Emma's hips and pelvis jerked like some sort of demented go-go dancer, but I kept my mouth attached to her delicious womanhood until her enthusiastic orgasm subsided.

I looked up at Emma when it was all over and heard her whisper, "holy fuck," so softly that it was barely audible. There was a dreamy look in her eyes that I've come to associate with post-orgasmic bliss and her chest rose and fell as she continued to breathe heavily.

"Don't ever leave town," Emma urged. "That was amazing, and I want to do it again. I want to do that every day."