Endless Nudity Ch. 07

My desire to put my naked body on display for the prurient enjoyment of strangers is a guilty secret of mine. The only person I've ever confided in about my desires is my best friend, Melissa.

Melissa admitted that she found my exhibitionist tendencies to be odd, however, as my friend she wants to do whatever it takes to make me happy. As a result, she's become my accomplice in my plans to put my naked body on display in public.

Since it's illegal for ordinary people to display their naked bodies in public, I came up with the idea of pretending to be Melissa's sex slave. We flew out to Fairhaven, where nobody knows me, and I purchased fraudulent documents that claimed I was a slave named Jody. The documents also claimed that I was sold at a slave auction to Melissa for $100,000.00.

Nobody has ever requested that Melissa produce any legal documents proving that I was her slave. They get one look at my shapely ass and my cheerleader tits, and they're just too mesmerized by my body to think about legalities.

Melissa became friends with the manager of the hotel where she and I were staying. They worked together to come up with ways to humiliate me and show off my naked body to hotel employees, hotel guests and prurient strangers.

One of the ideas they came up with was to have me work in the hotel restaurant. They felt it would be a grand spectacle to have me wait on tables, with my naked tits and ass on display, wearing nothing but a slave collar.

I was introduced to some of the waiters, waitresses and kitchen staff. Of course, the waiters and waitresses got to wear smart-looking uniforms. I was stark naked and the contrast between them and me made me feel even more naked and exposed.

"You'll be serving tables nine, ten, eleven and thirteen" the senior waitress explained to me. "Once a diner is seated at one of these tables, you'll walk over, introduce yourself and hand out menus. Be congenial, smile and laugh at their jokes. Give them time to look over their menus and then come back and take their orders."

One of the waiters chimed in and said, "It'll probably take longer for them to make a decision with you as their waitress. Every time you walk away, they'll spend too much time thinking about the shape of your butt, and not enough time about the food."

Several of the other waitstaff nodded in agreement and one of them added, "They're going to enjoy watching you walk away. You'll probably have to check on them two or three times before they make up their minds about the food."

"A lot of the diners are coming here just to see you anyway," Janice added. "I understand that at least a dozen people have already requested they be seated in your section."

She wasn't wrong. I had been assigned four tables, but half the diners in the restaurant kept calling out my name and leaning in to get a good look at me. The food was good at the hotel restaurant, but the main attraction was me. It was my naked body that was getting people to show up and give us their business.

"That's table thirteen," a waitress named Ariel told me as she pointed to a table near the kitchen. "Go over there, introduce yourself and take their orders."

She smacked me on the butt to get me moving and I nervously walked over. I felt my heart thudding urgently in my bare chest as I approached the first table of the evening.

There was only a horrible feeling of deep shame and mortification as men and women stared opening at my naked body. But at the same time, I was strangely aroused by this terrible humiliation, and felt a soft, wet throbbing in my sex.

Naked, I stood there in front of three young women. They were well-dressed and smiling. They openly stared at my slave collar, my exposed breasts and my pubic lips which were very visible, plump and glistening with moisture.

I felt vulnerable and objectified, but rather than complaining, I greeted them with forced cheerfulness and said, "Good evening. My name is Jody. I'll be your waitress tonight."

"Hello, Jody, my name is Britta," said one of the three seated women. "My friends and I will be your customers tonight."

Btitta and her friends were fascinated by my slave collar and my public display of my naked body. My hairless pubic mound seemed to be of special interest to all of them.

Britta and her friends needed time to look the menus over. Then people were seated at table nine, and I was told to bring them menus as well.

Table nine had just two people. They were well dressed and displayed an aloofness normally associated with powerful people. I immediately felt even more naked in their presence.

One of them was a blonde woman. The other was a blonde man. I guessed that they were a married couple, although I have no way of knowing for sure. Married women usually hate it when their husbands check out other women, but the man seated next to her ogled me to his heart's content and she didn't seem to mind.

Maybe they were coworkers. They both had the wholesome, charismatic look of news anchors. I could easily see them sitting side by side, reading off a teleprompter, smiling for the camera.

They both seemed equally infatuated with my naked body. They both looked me up and down, ordered drinks and then sent me on my way. I could practically feel their eyes on my exposed bottom as I made my towards the bar.

Eventually, guests were seated at all four of my tables. Everyone stared and got a good look at my naked body. I took food orders, delivered them to the kitchen, and brought food from the kitchen to the customers. Of course, the kitchen staff ogled my naked body too.

There were four women over at table ten. Two were young, one was middle-aged, and one was in her fifties. The young women were rather well-behaved, but the oldest slapped me on my ass whenever I walked past her. And the middle-aged woman would grab one of my nipples and roll it between her fingers whenever I leaned over to refill her drink.

I dutifully went about my responsibilities, serving food and clearing away plates and whatnot as the evening progressed, however, being naked didn't make it easy.

At one point during the dinner the blonde woman who looked like a news anchor reached between my legs and roughly kneaded my pubic lips. She gleefully announced to her dinner companion that my pussy was soaking wet.

I squealed and tried to object to being manhandled but one of the other waitresses sprinted over and explained that she hadn't done anything wrong.

"If you were a regular waitress, she'd be thrown out for assaulting you like that, but as a slave, she can grope you, touch you all over and there's nothing you can do about it. Just smile politely and wait for your shift to be over."

I gasped and panted but had to submit to the reality of the situation. Before the evening was over, several more of the restaurant patrons ended up groping at me as well.

I could feel my face heat up as my embarrassment deepened. Many of the guests were eager to get their hands on me and felt me up whenever I got too close. The one named Britta seemed especially fond of grabbing my bottom.

As I served her food and drink, she ran her hands up and down the curves of my buttocks and even worked her fingertips into the tight furrow between my butt cheeks.

"Aaahhh!" I gasped as her fingers brushed across the delicate flesh of my anus. Her friends laughed at my reaction.

Her friends were named Annie and Caprice. Caprice was the younger of the two and the most mischievous.

At one point in the evening, I was pouring cabernet into a wine class. I was leaning over, and Caprice reached for my breasts as they hung down. She rubbed my already erect nipples until I moaned. She trapped one of my nipples between her fingers and cruelly pinched it. The pain was agonizingly sharp, and I reacted without thinking.

I dropped the bottle of wine and placed my hands on my breasts, protecting them from Caprice's assault.

"Jody! What is the meaning of this?"

That was the voice of the hotel's restaurant manager. Her superior height, elegant attire and harsh tone of voice made me feel even more submissive.

"It's not my fault!" I blurted out defensively. I pointed at Caprice and insisted, "She pinched my nipple!"

The restaurant manager stood there in her customer tailored black blazer and black slacks, gently shook her head and replied, "And if you were a normal employee, it would be inexcusable for a hotel guest to treat you like that. But as a sex slave, you're expected to react to assaults upon your person with grace and resignation. You're not allowed to use your hands to cover yourself. And you're certainly not allowed to drop bottles of wine on the floor."

I apologized meekly, crouched down and picked up the wine bottle, and used a cloth napkin to wipe up spilled wine.

"It's good that you apologized, Jody. However, that's too little, too late. For your breach of etiquette, you'll have to be punished."

Everyone in the restaurant seemed to be pleased with the announcement. Well, everyone but me. I'd already been spanked once that day and my ass was still tender. I wasn't sure my poor bottom could handle another spanking so soon.

Of course, nobody asked me for my opinion. When you're a slave, nobody asks you if you approve of punishments. Punishments are just inflicted upon you. The opinion of free people matters. If they think that a slave deserves to be punished, or they believe the punishment will have entertainment value, that's what's important.

Melissa had been sitting at one of the tables in the dining room. She stood up, sauntered over to me and announced, "You need to work on your self-discipline, slave. A free woman should be able to pinch your delicate flesh without you reacting so violently."

She gave me a stern look as she stood in front of me, and then she snapped, "Inspection pose!"

She ordered me to pull my elbows further back and spread my legs wider. Of course, by pulling my elbows further back, I was forced to thrust my boobs out further. And by spreading my legs wider, my pubic lips were shockingly on display. Then Melissa reached out for me and said, "Hold still. I want you to show me you can handle some pain and abuse without flinching."

Melissa placed her hands on my breasts and pinched my erect nipples. The sharp pain in my sensitive nipples triggered my self-preservation instincts, but I overrode my instincts and allowed my girlfriend to hurt me while everyone watched.

"That's better," Melissa said as she pinched my delicate, pink flesh. "Maybe you have the makings of a good slave after all."

"Thank you, mistress," I whimpered, trembling as she tormented my innocent flesh. Everyone in the restaurant was staring. The waiters and waitresses stopped doing their jobs. The restaurant patrons ignored their food and their dinner companions and just stared at Melissa and me as my naked body was cruelly abused.

"And what if I pinch these cute, youthful nether lips", she said as she reached between my widespread legs and pinched my swollen labia together so that my juices overflowed and leaked onto her fingers. "Can you hold still like a good girl while I pinch these?"

It took an enormous amount of self-control, but I kept my hands behind the back of my neck and kept my legs spread ridiculously wide while Melissa pinched them. She started at the bottom and worked her way up, pinching my sex lips in different locations, hurting different parts of me along the way.

My legs trembled and I whimpered, but somehow managed to not defend myself from the painful abuse being inflicted on my poor, innocent pubic lips.

Then Melissa unbuckled her belt and began to slide the belt through her pant loops. "I'm going to whip you," Melissa explained. "Now, normally a slave is bound for a whipping. But today is different. Today you won't be bound, but I'll expect you to hold still for me anyway. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, mistress," I replied, trembling at the thought of being whipped in front of all these people. Waitresses and restaurant patrons stared at me with prurient, eager looks on their faces. I was nervous about being whipped, but it seemed everyone else in the room was looking forward to seeing me get my ass reddened.

"Turn around," Melissa ordered. "I want your ass to be facing table thirteen as you're punished. I want these ladies to have an exceptional view of your bare bottom as it's reddened."

I did as I was ordered. I felt my pulse race as I anticipated the sting of leather on my bare skin. My ass was already sore from the spanking I'd received earlier that day. I was understandably nervous.

CRACK!

"Do your best to hold still," my mistress advised me. "If you can keep your hands away from your ass and keep from twisting out of the way, it will help to prove that you're a good girl who is willing to follow orders and please me."

"Yes, Mistress," I cried out, struggling to hold position.

CRACK!

And as I was whipped, I couldn't help but notice my audience. Every waiter, waitress and paying customer in the restaurant was staring intently at me as I was whipped. The look of suffering on my face and the way that my naked body was spread wide open with my legs far apart and my tits thrust forward seemed to have them all hypnotized.

CRACK!

"Now, raise yourself up on the balls of your feet. Raise that tight little ass of yours high into the air!"

I gasped and trembled as my hindquarters burned, yet I balanced myself on the balls of my feet, flexed my calf muscles and raised my ass up higher.

CRACK! CRACK!

That's a good girl! You're doing wonderfully, Jody!"

She swung the belt, and it cracked sharply across my buttocks. I whimpered, and as I attempted to hold myself in the proper position for my punishment, I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet, struggling to maintain position. I somehow managed to keep my legs spread wide and my hands behind the back of my head.

CRACK!

The belt cut across my bottom, and I imagined it must have left a red mark as I felt a hot, stinging flash of fire across both my butt cheeks.

"Oh! Aghhhh!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The other waitresses looked remarkably entertained. I suppose some people truly enjoy it when an attractive, naked woman is suffering a painful ordeal like mine. Some of the restaurant customers looked entertained too. They didn't look as elated as the waitresses, but they still looked entertained.

"You're getting some vivid stripes across your beautiful bottom!" Melissa informed me happily as she whipped me. "It's a shame you can't see them!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! CRACK!

The belt snapped down across my rapidly reddening buttocks and the pain grew worse, my flesh heating up, the stinging sharper. Several of the stinging blows cut across the backs of my thighs.

"Aaaahhhh! Mistress!" I called out plaintively.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"You're doing well," Melissa said as she paused briefly. "Your self-control is admirable. Now, hold that position for a few more seconds."

Crack! CRACK! CRACK!!

The blows resumed, although Melissa's praise gave me a degree of strength to soldier on. I renewed my efforts to hold still for my punishment and Melissa proceeded to dole out ten more stinging lashes across my buttocks and the backs of my thighs.

My poor bottom was a riot of pain. And when Melissa finally stopped, I was sobbing openly. She took me in her arms and allowed me to cry on her shoulder.

There's an emotional bond shared between a slave and her mistress, and punishment sessions like this do a lot to strengthen that bond. At that moment I felt so drawn to Melissa. I loved her, I trusted her, I respected her. I felt a powerful need to touch her, to feel her smooth skin and warm body pressed against my own, to smell her scent. Laying my head on her shoulder and pressing my naked flesh against her clothed body gave me a delicious feeling of connection to her as well as making me feel deliciously submissive to her.

"There, there," said Melissa as she held me close, "my brave little slave. You were very obedient and took your punishment with good grace and fortitude. I'm proud of you."

My ass felt scalded after Melissa was finished punishing me, however her sweet embrace and her words of praise filled me with contentment.

My poor bottom was a riot of pain, but Melissa's arms were soft, and I could feel the fabric of her shirt rubbing enticingly against my nipples. My mind drifted and I completely forgot that dozens of people were in the room, watching us as we held each other. It was as if Melissa and I were the only two people in the universe.

Melissa wiped some of the tears from my soaking wet face and surprised me by leaning in and kissing me passionately on the mouth. I melted into the kiss and when Melissa's tongue slid forward, I eagerly parted my lips and allowed her tongue to explore my mouth.

People applauded and after the kiss was over, Melissa released me from her embrace, and I was ordered to return to my waitressing duties. Of course, everyone I served for the rest of that evening was more interested in getting a closer look at my poor, whipped bottom than any sort of food or drink I could bring them.

I worked several more hours, waiting tables. Of course, the restaurant patrons felt free to touch me all over as I served them. After being whipped, I felt more submissive than ever and I just let them do whatever they wanted to my body. Even if they pinched my nipples or worked their fingers deep into my pussy, I just let them and tried to do my job without defending myself in any way.

There was one waitress who decided she wanted in on the action. Several times that evening she reached between my legs and felt how wet my pussy was.

Her name was Sarah. And mostly she did it when she ran into me in the kitchen. But there was one time when she did it out in the dining room where all the restaurant patrons could see.

I was naked, objectified, humiliated, red-assed. And by the end of the evening, I was exhausted.

"Let's get you home," my mistress said after my shift was over. She pressed her hand into the small of my back and pushed me forward. We left the restaurant and then Melissa informed me that she'd arranged for me to come back and work in the restaurant the following evening.

I groaned with dread, thinking how agonizing it would be to be abused and ogled and groped for hours once again, but Melissa told me not to complain.

"You were very popular this evening," she said cheerfully. "The people love you! You're becoming quite the celebrity!"

We made our way to the elevators. Two people got out just as we were getting in. They both gave me long, lingering looks. I was so focused on the married couple with their intense gazes, I didn't notice the young lady getting on the elevator just as they got off.

She was about 18 or 19 years old. She had a slender waist, high cheekbones and she was dressed in a very stylish blazer and silk skirt. Of course, her being dressed so dapper made me feel even more naked and exposed.

"Hi, my name is Lori," she said with youthful enthusiasm. "It's so nice to finally meet you! I've been wanting to meet with you face-to-face, but every time I saw you, you were surrounded by huge crowds."

"Ahem," Melissa pointedly. "Jody is my slave. If you're going to gush over her, you should talk to me first."

Lori turned away from me and seemed to notice Melissa for the first time. She looked embarrassed and confused and then said, "I am so sorry! I didn't know the proper etiquette for interacting with slaves! Am I supposed to ask for your permission first?"

I had to stifle a laugh. Lori seemed so innocent and perky and eager to please. The stern look on Melissa's face melted, and she replied, "It's traditional. If you don't get my permission first, it seems like you're trying to undermine my authority."

"Oh! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"

"I'll let it slide this time," Melissa said with false sternness. "Just remember that I'm the one in charge."

"Oh, I promise! I'll do anything you say!"

It was almost comical how compliant and eager to please Lori was. Melissa took an almost immediate liking to her, and when we reached our floor, Melissa invited her to join us in our hotel room.

Melissa wrapped one arm around Lori's waist and another around my waist. We walked down the corridor like that, and Melissa said, "So, Lori, you have a crush on my slave?"

"Well," the young, excitable lady hesitated and then replied, "I think almost everybody around here does. I mean, okay, the straight women are mostly jealous about her looks. But the gay women all want to sleep with her. Or at least get close enough to kiss her and hold her in their arms. I mean... just take a look at her!"

An amused smirk spread across Melissa's face. Yes, I was quite beautiful. And some of the women in the hotel were probably jealous of my extraordinary good looks. But some women had a crush on me. And Lori wasn't shy about saying it out loud. She would say it over and over again throughout the course of the evening.

Then Lori let slip something that sounded odd. She said that she was sure that the other slaves must have had a crush on me when I went through my slave training, and she wished she could have been there.

"Wait," Melissa said. "You wish that you were there when she was being trained? You mean as one of her trainers, or as one of the slaves?"

Lori blushed, gave us both an embarrassed smile and replied, "I-I wouldn't have been any good as a trainer. I don't have the right personality for it. But I can just imagine being a naked slave, surrounded by other naked slaves all day long. Can you imagine what that must be like? How erotic would that be?"

"You actually want to be a slave?" Melissa asked.

Lori's blush deepened. She avoided eye contact and reluctantly replied, "It's not that unusual. I mean, if you're a closeted lesbian, the thought of being forced to be naked and surrounded by a bunch of other fit, naked women, it's almost like a wet dream come to life! And since the trainers and directors force you to be naked in front of other naked women, they can't accuse you of being a sexual deviant. You can still pretend to be a good girl. You're just having sexual depravity forced upon you!" Right?"

"Um, I suppose I never thought of it that way."

"And I suppose if we were trained together, our trainers might have forced us to practice cunnilingus on each other," I added. "I mostly was told to practice on free women, but occasionally slaves were ordered to practice their skills on each other while our trainers watched."

I was deliberately steering the conversation in this direction, hoping to push Lori into asking for a scenario where we went down on each other. Getting groped and objectified for hours downstairs had left my pussy wet and throbbing. I was swimming in sexual frustration and desperately wanted some sexual relief. If Lori could be manipulated into asking for a slave girl fantasy where we tongued each other, it could be a win for both of us.

Lori's eyes widened with excitement. "You did have a crush on one of the slaves there, didn't you?" Lori asked with urgent excitement in her voice. Behind her back, Melissa rolled her eyes, but I decided to go along with it. I made up a story on the spot.

"Her name was Alica," I said. "She was tall, athletic and had amazing legs. We didn't get the sort of sexual encounters together that you're describing, but she had a body to die for. When you're going through slave training, they keep you in a constant state of sexual need. They put drugs in our water to stimulate our sex drives, but we're not allowed to masturbate, and we're not allowed to close our legs. Our legs are supposed to be kept far apart at all times, and our pubic lips constantly on display. As a result, we're constantly thinking about sex. And since I saw Alica every day, and she was the most delicious-looking thing there, I thought about having sex with her."

"But you never got the chance?" Lori asked.

"Never," I replied. And Lori flinched as if I had just told her somebody had died.

This girl was filled with sexual energy and youthful melodrama. She was more invested in this fictional slave I was describing than people in her own life. Well, I'm guessing. I'm not sure how emotional she gets about real people in her real life, but she was so emotionally invested in Alica you could practically feel the heavy weight of her emotions like a physical thing.

Lori hung on my every word as I spun my tales of pre-auction slave training. Her eyes were bright, and she looked entranced as I regaled her with my fictional stories of erotic slavery.

Even though the stories were fake, I could see Lori getting more and more excited. Melissa eventually decided to take advantage of her excitement.

"Lori, you seem to be very taken with slave culture. Tell me, would you be interested in playing a slave game?"

Suddenly, all of Lori's attention was focused on Melissa. She could barely contain her enthusiasm as she replied, "What sort of game?"

"It's somewhat unconventional," Melissa said. "But I was thinking of a game where you strip naked and I treat you and Jody as if you're both my recently purchased slaves. I mean, assuming you can handle being treated like a slave. Some people would strongly object to being sexually objectified and treated like property."

Melissa was teasing. She knew Lori would take her up on the offer without hesitation. And within seconds, Lori was taking off her clothes. She slipped out of her shoes and her blazer. She kicked her shoes across the floor and dumped her blazer on the back of a chair. Melissa snapped at her and insisted that this was unacceptable.

"You will fold your clothes neatly and stack them in a dignified pile. Is that understood?"

The stern tone in Melissa's voice told me that the role playing had already begun. Melissa and I watched the teenager as she stripped naked. The look on her face seemed to be a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. I was almost certain that she'd never been ordered to strip for a stern, dominant woman before and she seemed awkward about stripping for Melissa.

Nevertheless, she didn't hesitate. And after she'd removed her skirt and began unbuttoning her top, I could see she had a tight, toned, impressive body. Her panties were remarkably tight, and she squirmed a lot as she struggled to get out of them.

Once she was naked, Lori deposited her panties neatly at the top of the pile with the rest of her clothes. She was sexier than I had anticipated. Her abs were sexy and toned. Her thighs had an athletic look to them, like she was a sprinter or a dancer or some sort of professional athlete that used their legs a lot.

"Well, well," Melissa said as she approached the naked teenager. "You have an exceptional body. Of course, I'll need to take a closer look at it."

The teenager trembled and had an eager look on her face as Melissa approached, but instead of placing her hands on Lori's body, Melissa gave Lori a look and said, "Assume the inspection pose, girl."

Lori's brow furrowed in confusion and she replied, "Inspection pose?"

"Seriously?" Melissa asked. "A slave who doesn't know her slave poses? Jody, show this foolish girl what an inspection pose looks like!"

Standing a few feet away, I stood with my hands behind the back on my neck and my legs far apart. I pulled my elbows back and thrust my boobs forward. It was a pose that left me wide open and vulnerable.

"That's an inspection pose," Melissa said sharply. "Do that."

Lori blushed and her breathing was excited as she copied me. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but the way she pushed her tits out, they were indecently on display. It was like they were demanding attention.

"Good girl," Melissa said. Then she reached out and forced Lori's mouth open to examine her tongue and her teeth. She worked one or two fingers into Lori's mouth and the girl squirmed and made inarticulate noises as the interior of her mouth was examined.

"You have excellent teeth," my mistress said after her intrusive inspection of the teenager's mouth. "And your tongue looks pink and healthy. Has it ever been used to lick a woman to orgasm?"

Lori shook her head in negation and made a soft, whimpering sound. Melissa's facial expression hardened, and she said, "That changes today. You'll learn how to put that tongue to good use."

Next, Melissa grabbed both of Lori's defenseless boobs and squeezed. The teenager whimpered, but she did nothing to defend herself from being sexually assaulted. The naked teenager's boobs were roughly groped. Her nipples were rolled between Melissa's fingers until the girl moaned. And then Lori gasped as her nipples were pinched.

"Aaaahhhh!"

"Pain is an important part of any slave's life," Melissa informed her naked victim. "Are you telling me that you can't endure pain? Are unfit to be a slave?"

"Um, no?" Lori replied nervously.

"No, mistress!" Melissa corrected the naked teen harshly. And then she pinched Lori even harder than before.

"No, mistress!" Lori replied with a tremor in her voice. Her eyes welled up with tears and she trembled as her nipples were abused, but she didn't object to the way she was being treated.

After mauling the poor girl's breasts, Melissa felt the firmness of Lori's abdominal muscles and obliques before working a hand between her legs and grabbing her vulva. Fingers were worked up and down Lori's pubic lips, rubbing them, massaging them experimentally before locating the entrance to her vagina.

"Oh!"

Lori gasped as fingers were thrust inside her, but she kept her legs far apart and kept her hands behind her head. She was blushing and the look on her face was one of shock and embarrassment, but she did nothing to protect herself.

"Oh! Ah! Aaahhh!"

She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet as she was aggressively fingered. The look on her face indicated she was struggling to keep her legs far apart as she was roughly finger fucked. I had suffered similar indignities, so I could relate to what Lori was going through.

"Your pussy is so smooth, so adorable," Melissa said as she probed deep into the naked teenager's vagina. "Too many women who are sentenced to slavery come in with a forest of pubic hair. It's so refreshing to see that you are already shaved. It makes everything so much easier."

"Ah, actually I'm waxed, mistress" Lori corrected. "I go to a waxing salon once a month to get it done."

Melissa withdrew her fingers from the teenager's glistening wet sex and gave her a stern look. "Ah, precious, never contradict your betters," she said. "That will never do. Do not tell a free woman that she is wrong. That sort of breach of etiquette would have earned a more experienced slave punishments."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence and then Lori replied. "Maybe, I should be punished anyway, mistress. That's the only way a slave ever truly learns, isn't it?"

A wicked smile spread across Melissa's face. Lori was embracing her role as a naked sex slave far more enthusiastically than either Melissa or I had anticipated. There she was, encouraging Melissa to punish her when she hadn't really even done anything wrong.

"Sweet girl," Melissa said approvingly. "That is such a wonderful idea. Yes, let's do it! We'll do it right now!"

Still smiling her wicked smile, Melissa grabbed a chair from the computer desk, pulled it out into the center of the room and sat down.

She turned to the naked teen, patted her lap and said, "Okay, Lori. Over my lap you get. Hands flat on the ground, ass in the air."

Lori did as she was told, with her naked ass facing towards me. I was going to have an ideal view of her buttocks as they were punished.

"That's a good girl," Melissa said in a sweet, congenital tone of voice. She patted and rubbed Lori's bare buttocks and then she said, "Lori, have you ever been spanked before?"

"I've had fantasies about being spanked, but I've never experienced the real thing," Lori explained.

"And how many swats do you think would be appropriate for your first spanking?"

Lori and Melissa talked it out and decided that rather than make her punishment a specific number of swats, it should be about getting a specific reaction out of the naked slave girl. Lori suggested that she should be spanked until she was sobbing and crying real tears. Melissa agreed.

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

Lori's ass bounced across Melissa's lap, and she was punished. Melissa's hand came down on Lori's ass again and again. I marveled at the beauty of Lori's bottom and her long perfectly shaped legs. I could understand why dominant men and women punished their slaves. It was a thing of beauty to watch Lori's firm buttocks, the way they bounced and reddened as she was cruelly spanked. I could see Lori's pubic lips and the way her bottom flexed and contracted with each spank.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

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

The naked teenager squirmed and cried out in pain, but she made no effort to protect herself. A collection of stinging handprints began to accumulate on Lori's ass. Her hips jerked and she cried out as the handprints overlapped and a red blush began to form on the teen's backside. As the spanking became more painful her legs began to kick, and her sounds of distress became louder.

Her ass shook in a way I found to be erotic and the accumulation of color on her ass and the backs of her legs looked sexy.

When it was all over, Lori was sobbing, trembling and shedding real tears. I had a few seconds to wonder why I found her suffering to be so sexy, then Melissa ordered me to step forward and help pull Lori up off her lap.

Naked and sobbing, somehow Lori looked more beautiful than she did when she was wearing a stylish blazer and was composed and dignified. Melissa told me to take her in my arms and let her cry on my shoulder.

Allowing her to cry on my shoulder sounded innocent enough, however, we were both naked and having her naked body pressed intimately into mine while we wrapped our arms around each other triggered libidinous feelings inside of me and it took mere moments before I felt a soft, wet throbbing in my sex.

"The two of you look adorable together," Melissa observed. "Sexy, even. Tell me, Lori. Have you ever had sex with another woman?"

"N-no, mistress," Lori replied as she struggled to get her sobbing under control. "My friends and family think that I'm straight. It's hard to seduce women and keep up the appearance of being straight at the same time."

"Yes, I imagine it is," Melissa said. "Well, there's no need for you to seduce anyone here. I'm ordering you and Jody to have sex, and neither one of you have any say in the matter. You do it or you'll both be punished. Understand?"

I saw a flash of intense excitement in Lori's eyes. For a few seconds, she looked like a kid on Christmas morning. She tried to hide her extreme enthusiasm after that, but I'd seen the look in her eyes. I knew how much this meant to her.

"Yes, mistress," she replied.

Melissa ordered Lori and me to kiss. We were told to make it look pretty. Lori was only too happy to oblige. She clamped her mouth on mine and kissed me with carnal intensity. This was her first time having lesbian sex, and I think being forced into it was adding an extra level of eroticism for her.

Lori tried to act like a helpless victim, following the orders of her cruel overseer, but her long, lingering kisses seemed charged with sexual excitement rather than reluctant obedience. Her tongue probed my mouth with the sort of passion that I associated with feverish lust and sexual longing.

I squirmed and wriggled as I returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. I felt a growing surge of pleasant tingling sensations throughout my entire body. I sighed and moaned with Lori's beautiful lips clamped over mine.

We were both naked and kissing as Melissa watched us intensely. I tried not to think about that too much and instead I focused on the sensations of Lori's tongue exploring my tongue, her naked body pressed against my naked body, the warmth of her soft, smooth skin and the way she felt as she moved her body up against mine.

Lori kissed me very insistently, causing the throbbing in my loins to intensify. Her tongue explored my mouth, and her hands explored my naked body. I squirmed as she kissed me hungrily, with heated and unrestrained enthusiasm. I squirmed as Lori plundered my mouth and ran her hands up and down my back, my ass and the backs of my thighs.

Then Melissa ordered us to stop kissing and told Lori and me to arch our backs and press our naked breasts together. I pushed my boobs into Lori's boobs, and I felt my heart pound more excitedly in my chest as my erect nipples brushed up against hers. I imagine it was the same for Lori as she moaned and panted quite audibly as we rubbed our boobs together.

There was a look of joyful eagerness on her face as she pushed the front of her naked body into mine. It was erotic, it was intimate, and it would end up being an awesome memory for her of the first time she ever had sex with a woman.

"Lori," Melissa said, her voice full of authority, "Reach your hand down between Jody's legs and feel her pubic lips."

Lori hesitated for a moment, looked into my eyes as if asking for permission, and then I spread my legs apart, leaving my plump, glistening pubic lips vulnerable and exposed.

Lori smiled at me and then slid one hand down my torso and insinuated it between my legs. The look on her face was eager and enthralled. And then I felt her fingers on my pudendum, gripping it, kneading my inflamed labia, eliciting a raw moan from my girlish lips.

"Ohhhhhh."

I continued to moan and then Melissa told Lori to thrust her fingers into my pussy. Lori had never had her fingers inside a woman's pussy before, and Melissa wanted to make sure I was her first. And she wanted to make sure Lori did a good job fingering me, so she gave her detailed instructions on how to do it correctly.

"Ah! Oh! Aaahhh!"

It took Lori only a few seconds to work my pubic lips apart and impale my vagina with her fingers. As she opened me up and thrust her fingers deep inside of me a delicious throbbing came from deep inside my sex. I sighed as her fingers probed deep.

I squirmed and panted and wagged my hips. Eventually she located my G-spot and wave after agonizing wave of desire spread across my naked body.

The soft, wet pulse of my sex intensified as Lori's strong fingers worked their magic inside my pussy and then Melissa pulled out her phone and began to take photos, Or possibly she began to make a video recording.

My loins heated up and my nipples hardened to painful nubs as Lori continued to fuck me. My impaled sex throbbed with hungry spasms. I was ordered to turn and face Melissa so she could capture the look on my face when I was mid-orgasm. I turned to face my domineering friend, and Lori worked her fingers inside of me with greater and greater passion.

The orgasm building inside me was getting stronger and stronger. It was becoming more and more difficult for me to maintain my balance. My legs became wobbly, and I had to hold onto Lori for balance.

"It's so much fun watching you squirm like this," Melissa declared with enthusiasm as Lori's fingers wriggled and probed deep inside my hungry sex, "I'm so lucky that you're not a free woman and that you can be forced to do deliciously depraved things like this any time I feel like it."

I continued to gasp, and my breasts continued to heave up and down as Lori's fingers were deep within my vagina, probing, prodding, stroking, filling me up. My pelvis writhed in shameless sympathy with the way she was raping me with her fingers.

"Ooooooohhhhhhh," I moaned wordlessly as her strong fingers brought me to a resounding, boisterous climax. I cried out in wanton, shameless release. Then Lori slowly withdrew her fingers from my wet sex. I whimpered at their absence. I felt so empty without her probing digits working their magic inside of me.

"That was beautiful," Melissa said as I panted and savored the all-consuming post orgasmic bliss.

Her voice was sultry and thick with desire. Then she unzipped her pants and unbuckled her belt. She had Lori help her remove her boots and pull down her pants and panties. Once she was naked from the waist down, she lay down on the bed, spread her legs suggestively and said, "Okay, Lori, get over here. I'm going to teach you how to lick a woman to orgasm. I hope you're a fast learner. If you don't do a good job, you're going to be punished again."

The naked teen trembled as she approached my prone mistress, although I think she was trembling more from excitement than from fear.