Lesbian Slave Island Ch. 21

A warm evening breeze relieved my discomfort for a moment. It was still bright, and the sun, beginning its descent toward the ocean horizon, made the slick coating of liquid all over me shine.

I was bound atop the wooden pony. The wide expanse of deck below me was made of expensive slate and wood.

Five free women, elegantly dressed in contrast to my total exposure, looked at me with sexual hunger. Two were sitting at the table before me and three stood near me. They had mostly forgotten the fine food as their attention focused on me.

Gloria stood to my right. She was in charge of me tonight. The sisters Helen and Sassa stood near me too.

I was totally naked, as always. Pain shot up from my groin, my pussy ached, bearing my weight. My legs were strained because they were raised sideways. My arms were raised and bound, elbows together, behind my back.

To add to all that intense discomfort, my face and chest were slimy with tears, saliva, sweat and melted sunscreen. My groin and upper legs were sticky with my sex juices.

And it wasn't only physical discomfort. My five clothed and comfortable mistresses stared at me. I was humiliated. I was not only vulnerable because of nudity and bondage; my emotions were exposed. My eyes were red from crying.

What made me feel even more vulnerable though was that they knew. They knew how deep my sexual fantasy went. I had almost orgasmed, ejecting fluids even, because they had discussed the idea of my becoming their actual slave. Not only a slave for the summer. Their real property, for life. Truly a slave. Utterly and completely owned.

I had not anticipated such a response from my innermost mind and my body, which had worked together, taken control, and revealed to all, including myself, that the mere idea of being really owned by these lovely ladies was my sexual nirvana.

The concept of being owned as property to be enjoyed for sex had aroused me for years. The more I surrendered and submitted to being such a sex toy, and the more degraded and utterly used I was, the more aroused I became.

I was still on the edge, close to erupting in an orgasm. I hoped they would let me. I would surely experience the most powerful and intense orgasm possible.

For the moment, I enjoyed Helen's fingers pumping in and out of my mouth, feeding me my own erotic liquids. I hungrily sucked and licked and whimpered gratitude for the gift of sucking on something.

"Hungrily" was also a good word to describe it because I was starving. They had been dining in front of me, and I had eaten little all day. The sights and smells of their supper reminded me just how hungry I was. Yet no one even suggested I should be fed something. At least I had the calories from my own liquids and the pleasure of Helen's fingers pushing into my mouth.

I was also hungry for condolences or reassurance or approval after my vulnerable reveal that the mere idea of being their actual permanently owned sex slave, not only temporarily, but for life, could send me into uncontrolled spams of orgasmic ecstasy.

Helen's hand withdrew as Gloria announced the performance was to begin. She held up nipple clamps for all to see.

Helen stepped back, nodding to Gloria and catching my eye, blowing me a kiss. I mouthed thank you.

"Continue dining while you enjoy the show. The slave is at her most beautiful when she is crying or reacting to pain, isn't she?"

I glanced around. Stephania was vigorously nodding, Sassa smiled and murmured "yes," Helen gave me another warm reassuring smile, and Gabriella frowned with concern from her seat.

Gloria noticed her mother's furrowed brows.

"Mom, I'll show you. Emotions are beautiful. And this slave is a pretty crier, unlike many people. When we watch movies, we love strong emotions. Actors can do a great job. In this case, the slave won't be acting."

Helen resumed her seat next to Gabriella and stroked her arm.

"It's all good, Gabriella. She's a slave. She wanted to experience being a slave. She wants the full treatment. She's desperate for our attention and enjoyment of her."

"I'm not sure I like making her cry."

Sassa jumped into the discussion.

"She specifically stated in the contract, which she herself wrote, to not stop when she's crying, to only stop when she uses the safe word."

Gloria laughed. "Or the safe squeal."

Stephania laughed too. "It, the slave, needs to be used thoroughly. We all read that aloud in the contract."

Helen looked at Stephanie. "It?"

Stephania didn't miss a beat. "It's a slave. Like an animal. Not equal to a human. You own it."

Helen stared at Stephania, who wasn't phased. "I love to call the slave 'it.' Helps me treat her the way she wanted to, like she wrote, a really owned piece of property."

Gloria nodded. Helen looked at Sassa, who also nodded.

Helen didn't smile but she said, "OK, whoever wants to refer to the slave as 'it," go ahead. I'll keep using 'slave,' 'property' and 'she.'"

Stephania grinned with enthusiasm. "Thanks, Helen." Turning to Gloria, Stephania's eyes glowed with excitement. "Please start the show."

Gloria smiled back at her. "I love your enthusiasm."

Then all eyes returned to me.

Gloria caressed my glistening stomach. "Oooo, so fit. Love these tight perfect abs. And now for these."

I almost forgot my many aches and strains when I again saw the nipple clamps in Gloria's raised hand. The anticipation of pain is sometimes almost as bad as the actual pain.

"These arrived today, along with many other BDSM tools."

I looked again at the clamps. Indeed, they weren't the ones I had brought. These were stronger, more industrial.

Gloria massaged my right nipple. Carefully and slowly, she tested a clamp on it, not allowing it to fully close. I held still, not that I could move much anyway. I didn't want her to cause her difficulty.

Finally she allowed it to close fully. My face grimaced and I allowed myself a low wail. Wow, that hurt.

Sassa softly said, "there's that emotion we're looking for. So pretty."

When the other clamp closed so hard on my left nipple, I grimaced more, lips and eyes wincing. I turned my head as if that could relieve some pain; instead, it caused my body to shift slightly, enough for additional pain to emanate from where my pussy was crushed onto the wood.

I glanced at Helen, who was smiling slightly with sensual pleasure, not only enjoying my gift of my pain, but also her pleasure leaning against Gabriella. I saw Gabriella take Helen's hand before I closed my eyes.

The pain in my nipples declined from the initial sharpness to a tolerable level. Pain came in from nipples, my pussy, my arms and shoulders, my strained legs...

Gloria held something wooden to my lips. I opened my eyes to see a large dildo, an abstract smooth rounded long object with a rectangular base.

I parted my lips to accept the object, which Gloria slowly pushed in and pulled out of my mouth.

After five rounds she pushed it in deeper, inducing me to gag.

I heard Stephania say "mmmm" and Sassa adding, "yeah, it's hot when she gags."

This seemed to encourage Gloria to push it in deeper. My gag reflex kicked in stronger, and I made a retching sound. Saliva pulsed out onto my chin and down.

Gloria took it easier on me for a while, pumping it in and out more shallowly.

"Now be a good slave and get ready for a deeper push."

I squeaked a yes as best I could with it still in my mouth.

Slowly but firmly Gloria pushed it deep and held it there. She counted slowly.

She got to only six before I gagged again.

Gloria pulled it all the way out and caressed my hair with her other hand. "What a good slave. And again."

My focus on accepting the dildo as deeply and for as long as possible allowed me to only see Gloria's eyes. I didn't know whether the others were dining or paused eating to watch.

Gloria's eyes were a combination of fiercely dominating and warmly encouraging.

"You can do this, slave. Ten seconds."

I wanted to nod or say "yes mistress," but only a faint whimper emerged. Intent on relaxing my throat and mouth to allow the invasion, I desperately wanted to please Gloria.

When she counted "ten... eleven..." I allowed my focus to relax but this caused me to violently gag and cough. Gloria slid the wooden object out along with a rush of saliva that coated my chin and ran like a wave down my neck and onto my chest.

Gloria allowed me to cough and inhale, after which Helen shouted "bravo" and clapped.

Gloria grinned. "What a good girl, that's our good slave." Sensations of humiliation and happiness swept through me at her words.

She massaged my bare wet upper chest and smeared my saliva all over my face.

"Tongue out."

I obeyed.

"That can come out further."

I obeyed again.

The soft spring clothespin was again griping my tongue, with Gloria gently tugging it to keep my tongue out as far as possible.

I almost gagged again, and more saliva slid out and down.

Gloria pushed a finger into my mouth and felt around. As a sex slave, all my orifices were theirs to explore and enjoy.

She wiped the saliva off her finger and hands onto my thigh, and removed the clip from my tongue.

Then I saw Sassa hand her a riding crop. Gloria held its tip by my lips and of course I kissed and licked it. She pushed it into my mouth, in and out, as if it were a dildo. But she was careful not to push it in too far.

Turning to the side so everyone could view more clearly, she rubbed the tip on my outward thrust breasts. The length of the crop rubbed my breasts' undersides. She pushed my breasts up.

"Slave's breasts are very perky, but I love to make them point upwards even more."

Then the tapping began, on the clamps that were gripping my nipples.

The tapping intensity increased. A few hard hits made me yelp.

Her hand slid along my bare strained thigh.

"Mmm, I love the slave's leg muscles, especially when they are flexed like this."

"Our thigh muscles." Helen smiled wickedly. I glanced at Helen, my eyebrows high. Helen isn't usually the harsher toned one.

"She is owned, therefore, the slave's body and its components belong to us." Helen smiled at her sister Sasha. So far, Helen and Sasha were my only official owners; the others were simply mistresses.

I noticed she used the word "its." Although she had just said she wouldn't use the word "it," the concept seemed to have seeped in.

Gloria smiled and held Helen's gaze a moment. "The thigh is sexy. Note how this bondage position highlights the muscles there. It's an art to display and enhance the property's appearance."

Stephania emitted an appreciative "mmmm yes."

Gloria invited her up to touch. Stephania stood to trace the muscles with one finger, then moaned softly and pressed both hands onto my leg, sliding up and down.

That was a momentary relief of the strain I was under. My weight pressing into the top of the wooden pony, my shoulders strained backward, legs trapped outward, sweating, aroused, the nipple clamps biting, my body totally naked and exposed to the free women... I loved it on one level; the concept of being the only one naked and slave pulsed pleasure for me, but the pain and strain were increasing.

Sassa pointed to my face. "I love the combination of stress and arousal. I feel for the slave but I love love love making her cry."

A pang of self pity brought additional water to my eyes.

I whined when Gloria began swatting the sole of my right foot with the crop.

"Can I, Gloria?" Stephanie reached for the crop.

Gloria shook her head. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance tonight."

Stephania smiled and returned to her seat.

Gloria swatted me in other places, starting with my thighs, then my lower back, and then deftly used the crop to lift my breasts and toy with them.

She resume me pumping the dildo deep into my mouth, and ordered me to lick and suck it after she pulled it out.

My chest and middle were shiny with drool.

Gloria had begun swatting me with the crop again when her mother asked her to pause so she could eat.

"Feel free to dine while the slave is moaning for your pleasure."

"I'd rather such ... entertainment... be after dinner, not during. Besides, you need to sit and eat."

Gloria sighed, but smiled. "OK, mom."

They ate in silence, except for an occasional moan from me.

"Mom, can you bring dessert while I prepare the slave for the next part of the evening?"

Gloria and Sassa carefully untied me, first my wrists and elbows. They kindly massaged my arms and shoulders as well as helped me remain balanced. I liked it when Sassa held me up, one hand firmly on my slippery side and the other holding my shoulder.

I yelped in pain when the clamps came off and the blood rushed back into my nipples.

When my ankles were freed I used my legs to press and hold onto the slanting sides of the wood.

They helped me off the contraption, locked my wrists together behind my back, and Gloria ordered me to lick the wooden pony clean.

"But first, clean our hands. They're wet from touching you."

I smiled as I licked their palms and sucked their fingers. That was very intimate, and more tender. I felt close to them.

"Those sex juices could leave a lovely momento of stain on the wood, but you're having a liquids-only supper tonight. Want to make sure you're getting your nutrition."

I blushed but loved the humiliation and domination. I felt their eyes on me as I blushed, cleaning the wood with my lips and tongue. I sucked and licked my sweat and juices from the wood, tasting myself.

Some of the liquid had flowed rather far down. I gave dramatically long licks upward. I was grateful the wood was smooth and solid and didn't have splinters.

Gloria snapped a leash to my collar and ordered me under the table to lick and kiss their feet and legs while they enjoyed dessert.

Gabriella rose and mentioned she's going to the bathroom. Gloria announced something that sparked waves of arousal to my loins.

"The slave training includes showing her dependence on us. We decide what and when she eats and drinks. We are the source of everything she needs. She's helpless and needs us. And tonight, and as often as convenient after tonight, the slave shall receive nourishment only from our bodies, our bodily fluids. She's on a mistress- and owner-liquid diet tonight. This emphasizes her closeness and subservience to us.

"There are silver bowls placed by the main bathroom. Urinate into one and bring the filled bowl back here for the slave's dinner drinks."

Gabriella's eyes widened. She hadn't seen me drinking pee earlier today.

"Also, the slave may receive liquid of another kind. When she receives your sexual fluids, she receives protein and electrolytes. She must swallow it all, and if missing any of it, clean away it all with her tongue and swallow it. Do not feed her anything else."

Stephania 's eye sparkled. "I need to pee too. Can it take my pee right from me? I mean, skip the bowl? I'll pee right into its mouth."

Gloria grinned and nodded approvingly. "That's wonderful, certainly yes. Anyone who wants to, go ahead and do as Stephania suggests. And... "

I think Gloria blushed as she said, "... and I'd like to watch that. Feel free to do that right here. Or maybe a few feet alway from the food."

Sassa giggled. "Yes, away from the table, please."

Stephania stood and reached for the leash and asked Gloria, "May I?"

Gloria smiled and nodded.

Stephania led me to the edge of the deck. I wasn't ordered to crawl, but did, rather than stand. I wanted to maintain my subservient status. Crawling while leashed was definitely demeaning.

They could all see from the table, but Sassa and Gloria walked to us for a closer look at my humiliation.

Stephania smiled at me. "Heel, slave. Sit and get in position."

I positioned my mouth near her groin, which was shortly revealed to me when Stephania lowered her skirt. She had worn no panties and was beautifully bald down there. Her labia were cute, just like her. Her little cute clit was pink and erect.

She spread and bent her knees to lower her crotch to my face, and give me more room to kneel and get my mouth in position.

In the moments before Stephania began to pee, I was aware of Gloria and Sassa nearby, and their anticipatory stares. I pumped my hips; I was very aroused by this. This was utter domination and humiliation. To have to take her pee while everyone watched...

Sassa ordered me to drink it all, or they'd punish me in proportion for that I missed.

Unfortunately for me, Stephania had a great deal of urine in her.

And unfortunately for me, I couldn't swallow it all. It burned down my throat as I tried my best, gulping and simply allowing it to pour, holding my mouth wide open. I was proud that despite the instinct to turn away, I kept my mouth open and did my very best.

It stung my eyes, soaked my hair, and poured down my neck and chest, dripping onto my spread kneeling naked thighs, and onto the floor.

When the stream of urine lessened in strength, I leaned forward to lock my open mouth around and onto Stephania's pussy. The stream pee shot past my teeth and down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, eyes shedding tears in effort and in reaction to the foul taste. Yet it wasn't all foul. I could get used to the taste.

Stephania laughed as she pulled back to make her urine shoot into my eyes, forehead and hair. Some entered my nostrils too, stinging.

As the last spurts came, I was allowed to press my lips close again. When she was done, I licked and sucked her pussy clean. With a couple of licks on her thighs I finished cleaning her.

Gloria spoke. "Slave. A good attempt. However, you failed to drink it all. I will punish you for that while you clean the floor with your mouth."

No one spoke about the impossibility of swallowing all of that stream. But even though Stephania purposely aimed above my mouth toward the end, I hadn't been able to swallow all when she had been aiming right into my open mouth.

I swallowed and coughed and softly said, "Yes, mistress. Your slave will try harder next time."

I lower my face to the floor to begin licking.

I was conscious of my derrière, wide open anus and wet intimate folds pointing upward, imagining the eyes of my mistresses enjoying the full view.

The abject submissiveness of my words, of licking the floor with my wrists locked behind my back, of having been made to take urine, aroused me further. I rotated my naked hips in helpless and vain pursuit of sexual relief.

The coils of a whip ran gently and loosely on my arms and back and derrière.

Once their touch left, I knew my punishment would begin.

"Continue cleaning, slave, as I discipline you."

I don't say anything, not wanting to stop licking. Where there was a puddle, I sucked the urine up.

The first lash, on my ass, surprised me with its severity. I fell to my side in pain.

"Back to cleaning, slave!" Gloria seemed genuinely angry.

I whimpered "yes mistress!"

More lashes landed and I concentrated on licking the floor despite the pain.

"Seven. That's good for now. Finish cleaning, slave."

Stephania giggled. "It loves this. Look at how soaked its pussy is."

The heat of humiliation burned my face.

"Aw, it's blushing."

Gloria and Sassa moved for better views of my face.

Gloria observed, "Yes, that's a blush mostly, and also rosiness from exertion. Almost as rosy as the whip marks."

Sassa ordered me to lick faster. "Slave, at this rate the floor won't be clean for a quarter hour."

Gloria nodded. "Yes, faster, slave. There is more pee for you. I'm going to the bathroom now to fill a bowl for you."

I rushed to lick faster, and kissed the floor to suck up little blobs of pee.

Sassa's hands caressing the whip marks on my ass were pleasant, but I didn't slow down, even when her fingers brushed my wet labia.

When I finally finished cleaning to their satisfaction, Helen stood nearby with a hose. I yelped when the cold water hit me, but appreciated the urine rinsing out of hair and face.

Sassa sighed. "it's a shame the other fluids are washing off, but I agree, we don't want her to smell too much. At least her skin is still shiny."

Stephania smiled. "I like its wet look. It is even prettier with wet hair. Though, it is prettiest when crying."

I glanced at Stephania. So much mischief in her eyes and wicked smile!

Helen also looked at her. "Wow, Stephania, who knew you were so sadistic?"

"I am not sadistic! I just know I love to have fun with a sex slave."

Helen raised an eyebrow.

"OK, perhaps a bit sadistic."

Gabriella frowned but everyone else laughed.

Gloria returned with a silver bowl. Steam rose from the still-warm urine as she carefully set it onto the floor by my head.

"Slave, lap up and swallow some of my urine, but only a little. You need to save room for everyone's urine."

Turning to the other mistresses, Gloria explained, "the slave needs to understand deeply its status as property and utter subservience. Taking fluids from all of us helps cement that. Until tomorrow morning, fluids from us will be her only sustenance. It needs to know it is dependent on its owners and mistresses, and by absorbing our fluids, the knowledge will be visceral.

"She also will take other fluids. We will each drop our saliva into her. Slave, kneel up, raise your head and open wide."

I obeyed and allowed Gloria to drip her saliva down from her mouth into mine.

Sssa was next. I saw her mouth moving to work up a good quantity of saliv, which she poured wnd then spit into my open mouth.

As I swallowed, Gloria looked into my eyes. "Slave, by accepting our liquids into yourself, you acknowledge you are our slave property, and bind yourself to serve us in every way."

"Yes mistress." I broke my pose to lower my face to her feet and kiss them with all the subservience I could muster.

Stephania was next. She grinned with delight to spit into my mouth, and additionally spit onto my cheeks, forehead and hair.

"Nicely creative, Stephania." Gloria encouraged Helen and Gabriella to do the same.

Helen smiled warmly and gracefully allowed her saliva to pour down my throat. With love, she also spit onto my forehead and spread it around my face with her hands.

Gabriella did not protest. I looked for any sign of hesitation, but her eyes shone as she approached me. "Slave, with this essence of mine, I bind you closer to me. Swallow and accept my love."

I smiled as best I could with my mouth so wide open, and eagerly swallowed Gabriella's saliva. To my surprise she also spit into my hair and caressed it. Then she dropped saliva onto my bare shoulder and spread it. She spit onto her hands and spread the saliva onto my upper chest. She hesitated, and then continued downward to spread saliva onto my breasts. She lightly pinched one nipple.

Sassa commented. "Gabriella, for a moment I wondered about your enthusiasm, but I see you are into this as much as we are"

Gabriella nodded. "She's such a lovely young woman. I do deaire her very much. I was just being a voice of reason about actual slavery."

"But, she's an actual slave right now," Sassa counteded.

"I meant for life."

Sassa's eyes met mine. "Ohhhh how I would love to own, really own you, for life..." Sassa's eyebrows were raised with desire and passion. Maybe even love. "Property."

"I love possessing you." Sassa tapped the tip of my nose with her finger.

I smiled. It's nice to be wanted.

Gabriella, Helen and Sassa each brought cups and bowls of their urine for me, and I was allowed to refrain from drinking all of it. It was erotically humiliating to be watched as I licked their urine, splashing it messily onto my face.

Gloria commented as I licked and swallowed. "Slave is demonstrating she is the lowest, a piece of property, and needs to obey us in humiliating proofs of her loyalty and obedience."

The bowls were set aside and Gloria ordered me to stand in an open area of the deck. My wrists were locked close to my collar.

Gloria lifted rising crops and whips, handing them to the others.

"The slave will now stand and accept pain from all of us, as a demonstration of her gift of herself to us. Her pain is for our entertainment. Her pain is to show us she is property. Her pain and emotions are for our pleasure."

Gloria raised her riding crop. "The riding crop is easier to use than a whip. Start with gentle taps to get the feel of using it."

Gloria used the crop to caress my back and derrière. After sliding it around, she tapped it gently all over my back, ass and backs of thighs. A pause, during which I turned my face to see. Gloria winked at me, and I remembered that I had told her to go hard on me, so that I could crawl to her and with authenticity submit myself utterly to her.

But she wasn't going all out yet. This was a training for the other mistresses, especially Gabriella and Stephania, who had less experience using whips and crops.

"This is often called 'impact play' in BDSM circles, it we are not playing. This is really a slave."

"Ouuu" I yelped and stepped forward, away from her.

I stepped back toward Gloria. "Your slave begs forgiveness."

"Slave, this is not only a training, but also a punishment. Earlier you hesitated to admit that your sexual reaction was due to the idea of being a slave permanently. And now you have broken position."

"Yes mistress. Your slave understands."

Whacks of the crop rained upon my bare back and ass. Increasingly hard whacks.

I jolted and twisted but did not move my feet again.

Gloria paused to say, "it might help to think of the slave as property, and not a person."

Helen nodded. "We love her, but yes, not as a free person. She's a slave. Love, yes. But not as equals, as property. It's what she wants. So if you love her, treat her as property, and enjoy her. Fully enjoy her."

Sassa grinned. "Yes. She's less than a slave, actually. Totally property."

I turned my head and my eyes glowed toward Sassa.

Sassa saw that and smiled knowingly.

"'Less than slave' turns you on, doesn't it."

Remembering I'd better not hesitate, I lowered my eyes.

"Yes, my owner."

"Tell us more."

"Yes, mistresses. I, um, am aroused by that idea too. Less than slave. Totally your property. No dignity."

I thought of not saying more, yet I kept talking. My voice shook.

"Turn me into an utterly degraded piece of property. You wouldn't treat an animal or a slave the way you can treat me and use me. I am yours. Totally yours."

Helen stepped close to caress my ass, to comfort me.

"That was beautiful. Your dream is reality. You are totally owned. No rights, except as stated in the contract."

Gloria smiled. "Good girl. Less than a slave. Less than an animal. Property. Owned."

Helen added "You will never be allowed any clothing. Totally serving. Totally vulnerable. Always naked. Less than even a slave."

Helen's eyes were shining. She knew those words would drive me to blissful erotic depths.

Gloria added, "This used to be a person. Now it is property. It has no clothing, no possessions. Instead, it is owned, it is a possession."

Gabriella sighed. "Until the contract ends."

"There is a mutual extension clause," added

Helen.

Sassa's eyes narrowed. "And of course, other things can be agreed upon, can happen."

Gabrielle looked sharply at Sassa, who hastened to add "of course, if everyone agrees."

Gloria asked Sassa to whip me first. "Five times, please. Everyone will be reminded the slave is something that can be enjoyed in this way."

Sassa firmly caressed my back with one hand, and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"I'm very wet, and I'm afraid it's all your fault, sweetie. I'm really worked up. So I'm going to whip you harder than usual, my lovely slave."

She stepped away for space to swing.

Sassa kept her word. She swung with what I guessed might have been all her might.

"Arrrggh..." I writhed as a line of fire scorched my naked back. I was proud I didn't move away or fall, or ask for mercy.

Sassa whipped each of my ass cheeks, and though those hurt, they didn't match the sharp pain of her first stroke on my back.

Lashes fired the backs of my thighs. Tears sprang into my eyes and I stomped my bare feet in agony.

Gloria grabbed one of my folded arms. "Are you ok?"

I didn't answer right away, but Gloria waited.

"Slave is honored to serve for her owners' pleasure."

I managed a weak smile.

Gloria placed her lips onto my ear to whisper "I have to outdo Sassa for our plan to work ..."

I nodded. "Yes, of course, mistress."

Gloria licked my ear and breathed into it. That was arousing and took my mind off the pain. She caressed my breasts, which further distracted me.

Gloria stepped back and invited Helen to whip me.

"Sassa and Helen have the most experience whipping the slave, so they are going first. Note their technique."

Helen stepped in front of me and caressed my face. A gentle kiss on my lips made me smile, which reassured Helen that I was ok. She nodded and stepped behind me.

She practiced with slow motion harmless lashes on the untarnished part of my back.

"I'm aiming for the fresh flesh."

Woosh slap... I twisted in reaction to the impact, but could tell right away she was being easier than usual on me.

Two more near where that lash landed had me wincing and biting my lip, but I remained quiet.

Helen's hand sliding around on my back was arousing and comforting. Given her leniency with the first three lashes, she surprised me with the next two.

My right ass cheek exploded in fire. My knees buckled but I managed to stay standing. I turned my face to glance at Helen. Perhaps I revealed I felt a little betrayed, having expected Helen to go lightly for all five after Sassa's heavy whipping. Helen nodded at me, unsmiling.

"Slave, it was my desire."

"Yes mistress. Of course."

"Do not speak unless asked a question."

I faced forward, blushing to see Stephania staring, and embarrassed to have thought that my former girlfriend Helen, now my owner, would be lenient.

"For speaking without being asked, I will whip two additional strokes, if Gloria, who has you tonight, doesn't mind."

Gloria didn't hesitate to encourage Helen. "You own the slave. So as you wish. Thank you for asking, though."

The speed of the whip created a whistle as it cut the air; the landing created a loud "smack," and my knees bent again.

"Arrggghh!" I exhaled a whimper.

"That was five. Two more for speaking."

Helen walked around me, considering where to land her punishment strokes. She caressed my breasts; I hoped she wouldn't whip them.

Stopping being me, her hand grabbed my right derrière cheek. A finger traced one of the lash marks.

She stepped backward and let my derrière have it with two quick harsh whip strokes. My knees not only buckled, but landed on the ground.

I let out a loud double whimper of agony. Fortunately my wrists were locked up near the collar or my hands would have gone to my poor ass.

I stood again. Gloria smiled as she wiped a tear from my face. I pretended to smile back while thinking that Gloria didn't have sympathy for me.

"Yes, the slave is especially pretty when it's crying."

I noticed that was yet another use of "it" by Gloria. She clearly liked Stephania's idea of using that dehumanizing pronoun.

Gloria stepped to her mother Gabriella, took a riding crop from her and handed her a medium length leather whip.

Gabriella seemed reluctant. Gloria took her hand and walked her to me.

"Do you agree the prettiness of the slave when crying?"

Gabriella paused to observe my face. Her eyes hardened. "Yes, Gloria, she is pretty even crying."

"I love the emotions ... this slave is especially wonderful when straining."

"Come, mother." Gloria took Gabriella's hand and took her to stand behind me.

A pair of hands caressed my derrière.

Gabriella said "oh, she's perfect. This is the most perfect ass I've ever seen."

Three hands caressed there... one hand squeezed my right glute cheek. The hands didn't bother me where they met the whip marks; they only soothed.

"Mom, I know you are attracted to the slave. Who wouldn't be? And she has chosen to serve, to give of herself totally. It would be an insult of you don't fully indulge. I known you already have enjoyed her the other night. Now show her even more you are a mistress and that you will completely enjoy her."

The hands left my ass and I heard their feet move away.

The whip landed on my right ass cheek, not very hard.

To encourage Gabriella, I bend forward and presented my ass.

"See Gabriella," Helen pointed at my rear, "she gives herself for your pleasure."

A moment later a harsher lash landed.

I bent further; with more access, the air cooled the area below my ass. I imagined eyes staring at my most private parts.

Gloria's hand arrived there. "See, the slave is soaking wet."

Another set of fingers massaged my dripping wet labia from behind.

Gabriella spoke up. "She's wet even down her thighs. Look at it all!"

Gloria encouraged her mother. "The slave is such a slut, like she's supposed to be. She's a sex slave. She has to be slutty."

Sassa added, "How can she not be, she's been on edge for so long."

Gabriella knelt to examine my nether regions and inner thighs. She scooped some liquid and sucked it off her fingers.

"Mmm, delicious. You're so scrumptious."

Standing, Gabriella said," I am into all this, her being a sex slave, don't worry about me. I only have doubts about permanent slavery."

Sassa spoke with a firm, challenging tone. "Prove you are into this. Whip her. While her well."

"Well, you and Helen are my bosses." Gabriella laughed softly, and everyone chuckled politely.

"Sorry, slave, here it comes."

"Ou oooo!" I stood straight and stomped my feet. That was a hard whip stroke across my thrust out bottom.

I was surprised to hear Gabriella command me sternly. "Back into that position, slave."

I quickly thrust my bottom out again, wincing for the next blow.

"Oooowwwwwwww that hurt!" I was surprised. I spots straight and stomped my feet as the wave of pain shot through me. I had expected her to go lightly on me. She was always the kindest of my five mistresses.

Sassa spoke up. "Slave, too many words. You were not given permission."

Gloria agreed. "The slave may express itself non verbally, verbally only if given permission. The slave will be punished for that."

I whined lightly. I hoped the punishment wouldn't be more whipping. But it was.

"Mother. Perhaps the slave senses your leniency. Now is the time to squash that notion. Give the slave two extra whips. Hard ones. So, six more."

Gabriella, to my surprise, agreed. She grabbed my right ass cheek and squeezed. "Slave, just because I've been kind doesn't mean you can get away with things with me. You embarrassed me. I cannot allow that."

My eyes grew wide at those unexpectedly harsh words from Gabriella.

The next blow almost knocked me over. I stepped forward but quickly stepped back and leaned forward again present my derrière. Actually, it was their derrière. I was owned.

I feared a bright bruise might develop there, but I stayed in position.

Another fearsome swing of the whip landed hardest on my other ass cheek, though both cheeks were hit. I stepped forward again and I found tears had sprung into my eyes.

Sassa's eyes were bright. "Five more." She stood in front of me, staring at my face. She held me in place by my wrists, which were locked to my collar.

The next two lashes landed right where my back had been hardest hit before. Either Gabriella purposefully aimed for the most painful spot, or her aim was off.

I leaned into Sassa, who helped me stay standing. "I love how she winces."

Gloria replied, "it is a beautiful thing."

"Yessss" smiled Sassa, who began to kiss me on the lips. That was all too brief. Sassa stepped back, slide her hands to hold my forearms.

Gloria told her mom, "Sassa is holding her up. Make the last of your strokes hard enough to make the slave fall."

Gabriella answered "OK. Slave, you see, because I protested your becoming a slave for life, doesn't mean you can assume I'm not going to give you what you crave, and doesn't mean anyone can doubt my ability to dominate."

All of her final lashes landed sharply on the tender backs of my thighs. The last one brought me to my knees. If it weren't for Sassa, I probably would have fallen.

"Ohhhh ahhh.." I gritted my teeth to help ensure the throbbing pain, which continued even after Gabriella was done.

I stood again as Stephania approached with a riding crop.

I faced Stephania who brandished the crop. Her grin was huge.

"I'm so happy," she gushed. "This is the most exciting and fun thing I've ever done!"

She turned to Gloria. "A whip is better than a riding crop. Can I exchange?"

Gloria said," A crop is a fine implement. However, you have a point. You may strike her ten times."

I wilted. Ten! They were getting carried away, I thought.

"Thank you." Stephania smiled at me and raised the tip of the crop to my lips. "Kiss and suck it, slave."

Looking into her eyes, I obeyed. The flat rectangular leather end was inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue and sucked it as best I could.

"Make it wet. Soak it with spit."

When she was satisfied after taking it out and it literally dripped saliva, she smacked the undersides of my breasts, hard enough for the wetness to make a slapping sound she liked.

She pushed it down onto my abdomen where it left a trail of saliva.

"Stand with feet wide apart."

She rubbed the end of the crop between my wet labia. I was caught by surprise with the swiftness of her next move: three slaps directly on my pussy.

My knees bent automatically as instinctually I pulled my hips back away from the pain.

"Straighten, slave! Push that pussy forward!"

Stephania bent down for a closer look.

"So wet! Yummy!"

She stood to swing the crop upward with force.

Oh that hurt. I grimaced and whimpered but stood again quickly and thrust my hips forward for another.

Gloria patted my naked back and said "Good girl. That's such a good slave."

Stephania's eyes gleamed with excitement as she swung upward again.

"Ow!" I pushed my butt back again but wanted to show my utter submissiveness and so I pushed my hips forward again, and spread my legs wider to open my pussy even wider.

Stephania paused, and Gloria's voice saved me, for the moment.

"Let's save that part for me; it's my night with her. I have plans for that pussy. Please strike her elsewhere."

Stephania pouted, but with a smile. "I have the slave tomorrow, right?"

Gloria glanced at Helen, who nodded. "Yes." Gloria hesitated before she said "I'll supervise you though. Your, um, enthusiasm makes me just a little nervous. We don't want to damage the property."

"Oh, I wouldn't do that!"

"Not intentionally... don't worry, you'll have loads of fun. I'm excited to see what happens. Your energy is wonderful. I'll love being your helper and BDSM advisor."

Stephania smiled. "No worries, Gloria. As you prefer."

Stephania circled me as I stood there. I kept the hips forward position until Stephania tapped my butt and ordered "ass out, slave."

So I leaned my shoulders forward and stuck my derrière out. Stephania's hand was firm and soothing as she slid it all around my ass cheeks. I stifled a moan when her fingers entered my pussy.

"Mmm I love oiling this ass with the slave's sex juices."

She dipped into me for more "juices" several times and I enjoyed the fondling of my derrière.

When she spread my cheeks apart and a fingertip entered my anus I grew more nervous, but wow that felt so nice.

I was apprehensive when she pushed her finger in deeper, but that little adventure was brief. She stepped back and wacked my wet cheeks with the crop. The moisture magnified the pain and sound, but I held strong.

"Oooo yes that butt is so pretty, especially with the pink lines across it."

When she reached her strike limit Stephania begged for an extra flog, but Gloria told her she'd have me tomorrow.

Stephania slapped my butt fondly and stepped to my front and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

"I love this hot slave," she whispered. "It's such a sexy slave."

She pulled her head away and made me lick and such her fingers clean of my sex juices, and then she wiped my saliva off her hand onto my naked shoulder.

Gloria grinned and grabbed one of my arms and pulled gently. "This way, slave."

I looked into Gloria's eyes, an eyebrow raised for a moment.

Gloria smiled and rubbed my arm as she led me by it.

"You're surprised I didn't take my turn. I will. And more than my turn, because it's my day as your overseer. But now it is time for you to serve while we enjoy our dessert at the table. You, slave, will kneel below the table. First, pleasure my feet with your tongue and lips. Then the feet of the others.

So I was naked and in the same wrists-chained-to-collar bondage as I knelt and licked and kissed Gloria's pretty toes. My naked rear end protruded out from under the end of the table and Helen took advantage of its availability by caressing it, even though it was still wet from Stephania's spreading of my juices all over it. I tensed when Helen's fingers pushed into the valley between my ass cheeks and caressed its length.

As Gabriella set the dessert dishes, Gloria announced she was generously offering the slave's oral services to anyone willing to orgasm while sitting at the table.

"Don't worry, if you're shy, the services will be performed under the table, so other than the sounds and your reactions, no one will see."

Stephania was the first to accept the offer, and she did so with glee.

I heard Helen and Sassa accept.

Helen encouraged Gabriella. "But you go first, Gabriella. You've earned it with your cooking and work on the wooden pony."

There was a silence.

"Slave, bring Gabriella to orgasm."

I shifted on my knees and crawled to Gabriella. Crawling with my arms not available to help required strength from my core, and it wasn't easy to turn on my knees while stooped under the table, but I'm very flexible, lean and strong.

I could hear Helen kissing Gabriella. Sassa playfully encouraged her, "Go on, Gabriella. It will be beautiful to see you enjoy this. Don't be shy. We know it won't be the first time the slave sent you into bliss."

Gabriella's legs spread and I inserted myself between them. Gabriella's hands pushed her shorts down. I kissed her inner thighs first, then her lovely labia.

Gabriella slid forward and spread her legs wider. It was silent except for Helen and Gabriella kissing. Gloria later told me Gabriella blushed profusely and held her eyes shut andnifnitnhandt been for Helen she probably wouldn't have done it "in public."

My role as pleasure slave was on the line. I determined to be the best cunt licking sex slave in the world. I bobbed my head up and down to propel my tongue up and down vigorously.

Sticking my tongue inside I scooped and thrust. When I flicked her clit she came instantly, going rigid, no sounds except a high whine of ecstasy. I kept flicking and I'm sure she had a second orgasm, or perhaps it was one in two stages of intensity. I made a point of making slurping sounds to let people know I was licking and swallowing.

Stephania was next, who contrast to Gabriela had no shyness. She slid her chair back and pulled off her shorts entirely; she had no panties and no hair, just a smooth pretty neat pussy with small labia. But of course I had already seen that when I drank her pee.

She also raised her shirt almost up to her small firm breasts. Her abs were flat and tight like mine.

She pulled me up by my hair, the surprise and pain of which elicited an "ow" from me. So, my chin was firmly upon the chair edge, and because she had pushed the chair away from the table, all could see me as I licked her thighs first.

She was impatient and pushed my face into her pussy and so I energetically licked and sucked, staying away from her clot at first.

Stephania groaned and shouted "yes, slave, that's it."

She moved my head for me, up and down, sideways, forward and backwards. I kept my tongue out and rigid.

When I began flicking her pink erect clit she moaned. It wasn't long until her orgasm flooded my mouth and she shrieked in bliss.

After a brief pause, she wanted more, and no one objected. She caressed my hair and allowed me to work on her less urgently for the second orgasm. She shrieked in ecstasy again.

My face was sticky and slick with the fluids of both Gabriela and Stephania. Gloria leaned over and had me pose for photos. "I love your shiny face, slave."

Longing increased in my groin as I thought of the utter submissiveness of being photographed in such a state. Gloria showed me the pics. My eyes glazed in lust, lips and chin shiny, collar with chains to my wrists, hair wet and slick and messy, sexy fit shoulders, the upper edge of my naked breasts in view.

Following orders, I crawled back under the table to Helen's spread legs. I licked her inner thighs first.

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth into her innermost wetness.

"Oooh yes slave, that's it, get to work."

Her hand on the back of my head kept its pressure going and despite difficulty breathing I worked hard and focused. It didn't take long. She shouted. Her hips pushed upward and she sprouted warm liquid and I opened wide to drink it.

I turned my face for a second to breathe and my right eye area and cheek also were coated in her delicious spray.

I breathed through my mouth because my nostrils inhaled liquid.

"Yeah, slave, that was good but we'll train you to do even better."

I wondered about that because she came so quickly I didn't have much chance to show off any technique, but I was too obedient and submissive to say anything, and besides, I was out of breath.

Gloria stepped to me and clicked a couple more pics of my red dripping face.

Helen sighed. "I have to pee now."

Gloria smiled. "No problem. Slave, take care of your owner's pee so she doesn't need to stand up."

I got backing position and Helen slid forward to the edge of her seat.

Helen changed her mind about sitting to pee. "Slave, follow me."

Helen walked to the edge of the deck and lowered and stepped out of her shorts. The others walked over to see, except Gabriella, who seemed to be still recovering from her orgasm.

I knelt and leaned into Helen, positioning my mouth on her opening. After almost a minute of silence, the first of the urine spouted out, directly into my locked-on wide-open mouth.

Her hot urine tasted mild, not at all unpleasant. She must have been drinking water.

The stream of pee paused, but a strong river of it followed. I could handle the first seconds of the powerful stream, gulping, my nostrils flaring to gather enough air, but after my gulp I choked, coughing, and turned aside, only to receive the blast on my hair and side of my face and neck. My owner's urine poured down my shoulders and chest.

Helen kept it coming, peeing all over me on purpose, and seemed to most enjoy drenching my hair. It poured down my face and I vaguely heard Helen say "hold still."

Gloria held my leash taut. I stayed kneeling, having given up trying to drink.

A wave of warm humiliation matched the heat of the pee. Droplets continued falling into my face, from Helen and from my soaked hair.

Helen paused to look me over.

"You didn't drink much of me, but you're wearing me. How does it feel?"

I spoke the first word that came to mind.

"Humiliating."

"Elaborate."

"This is proof i am much lower than you, and that you can use me any way you want. That thought makes me want to climax. I am also humiliated because I failed to drink it all. Your slave begs for another chance. Your slave is learning and trying hard."

Helen held my gaze, smiling with both her lips and her eyes, while she pulled her shorts up.

"What a sweet slave. Incorrigible. We owners and mistresses are learning too. Gloria, will you train the slave to swallow pee directly?"

"Gladly, Helen."

"Almost anyone else on the planet would be horrified to be peed on. But for you, it has a special meaning. Yes, my slave tries hard. Good girl. I'd pat your head, but..."

Gloria told me what to do: "slave, beg forgiveness and worship your owner's feet."

"Yes mistress! Sorry! Your slave is eager to make up for it and to bring you to orgasm again."

I threw myself into the task, kissing and licking Helen's toes and the top of her feet.

Gloria added, "now clean up the urine on the deck. It's your chance to drink what you were supposed to have swallowed."

"Yes mistress!" I eagerly swung on my knees to the largest puddle. Pursing my lips together I sort of vacuumed up some of the urine, generating embarrassing slurping and sipping sounds.

"Sorry, my owners, for the sounds," I panted.

Gloria giggled. "I like the sounds. It's so humiliating for you. And I know that should make you even more aroused."

I blushed harder and lapped with my tongue to diminish the sounds, but lapping like a cat scooped up barely any liquid. I returned to siphoning with my lips, except where the urine was thinly disbursed.

I was quite aware that bent on my knees, face on the floor and ass up high, that cool air had entered my anus. I wondered how I appeared from behind.

Gloria must have been noticing my wide open anus because she bent and placed a hand on my ass cheek. I quivered when a finger touched my anus entrance.

"Lovely, how exposed this is."

I whimpered and kept licking and sucking the pee off the floor. My abs and thighs worked hard because my hands and arms were not available to help me balance. I recommend you try that as an exercise for the core.

Gloria asked Sassa for butt plugs. Sassa soon presented her with something similar: a set of dildos that hd arrived that day. I glanced to see five of varying lengths and widths.

I faced forward and down again, wanting to finish my task.

"Hold still, slave." Sassa knelt beside Gloria. One pair of hands spread my derrière cheeks apart, and my other mistress must have held the dildo that touched my anus opening.

After some in thrusts and out pulls, my anus accepted most of the dildo. I almost orgasmed from the sensation of it filling me.

"Continue cleaning, slave."

I slid my tongue back and forth, grunting from arousal the movement of the dildo was causing inside me.

Helen said she'd get her second orgasm later. I looked up, disappointed, worried I and failed her, but saw Helen smiling at Gabriella. A moment of jealousy flashed, knowing Gabriella would get to tongue my owner, but I realized this was a good development. I wanted all of them to enjoy lesbian lovemaking, with me, their sex slave, as their muse and toy.

"Slave, some other time you will get to assist their lovemaking with your tongue." Gloria may have sensed my emotion.

Sassa grabbed Gloria's hand. "And ours," giggled Sassa.

Gloria grinned at Sassa.

Gloria announced, "OK, back to the table to finally finish that dessert. Sassa, do you want her hosed off? She smells of urine a bit."

"No, I love her all messy. It's so degrading."

Gloria nodded. "Excellent. With sex juices, pee and sweat, it's status as owned property is reinforced."

Remaining in squatting position, wrists locked up near my collar, I combined walking and crawling to under the table to kneel before Sassa's chair. That was another exercise I highly recommend. It really works your hips and core and thighs.

It was erotically humiliating to move in such a way, totally naked, wrists bound, collared and leashed, a dildo filling my rear and shifting as I moved, stimulating, as clothed women freely walked upright to their seats around the table. My naked body was shiny from the liquids and my hair wet and sticky. My groin was awash in my leaking sex juices.

Sassa had pushed her shorts down to her ankles and had not work anything else underneath. Her pretty shaved groin was open for me to serve and enjoy. Her glistening outer and inner labia and aroused clitoris invited me and I salivated.

"Get going, slave, what are you waiting for?" Sassa's hand reached under the table and pulled my head forward. I eagerly lapped away. I knew what she liked, so I started by tonguing her outer labia and sort of chewing on them with my lips.

Whenever she was close to orgasm she pushed me away as she grunted. Other than her pauses and grunts when I got her close, she continued participating in their conversation, the topic of which I can't recall. I was preoccupied, working hard on pleasing Sassa, distracted by my own near orgasm, and faint from lack of food.

When she finally came she held herself rigid and went silent. Likely she didn't want to be too flamboyant during dinner, but I did notice the conversation stopped, probably because they were watching her face as she experienced orgasmic bliss.

She came at least twice and my face and chin were even more covered in liquids. I continued lapping away at her until she pushed me away, her hand against my wet hair-plastered forehead.

I slid down to lick and kiss her feet. She sighed, "oh that was good. Good slave. Good girl."

I heard Gloria say she'd have me all night and would wait for that for her orgasms. "And there's one more show for you before I take her to my room for the night."

I crawled to kiss and lick everyone's feet and hands while they enjoyed finishing their dessert and then sipped wine.

"Please continue enjoying your wine at the table while I get slave girl ready." Gloria ordered me to crawl after her.

At the edge of the deck she removed the wrist manacles and had me kneel with ass up and face on the floor. I followed her orders to place my arms underneath; she helped me by pulling my hands backward along the floor so they were under my derrière and groin.

She cuffed my wrists and ankles and chained them together. I was strained and helpless and my ass was pointing even higher.

She toyed with the dildo in my anus, which made me moan.

I'm not sure why I started sobbing then. Puzzled and convened, Gloria bent her head down to mine to ask what's going on with me.

She caressed my hair and waited patiently until my crying abated.

I whispered, "it's complicated, mistress. It's just everything. Happy tears mixed with a weird feeling sorry for myself. I don't know. And more than that."

"Tell me more."

I pause to figure it out.

"Part of it is the whipping and urine drinking. It seemed mean. It's a lot at once. And I'm hungry."

"Oh, thought it's what you wanted."

"Yes of course. I'm happy all of you want me as your total slave."

"But you're overwhelmed, tired and hungry. I assure you everyone cares for you and you're driving them to crazy lust because you're so hot.

"I'll get you some fruit. I know I said only mistress juice tonight, but you need some thing for what I'm going to do to go. Can you take my final dominance of you for the evening? I'm going to combine it with a massive orgasm for you, and then you can do what we planned. What you planned."

"Yes mistress. I'll beg for your ownership and tell everyone that you are needed for... for ... my ultimate surrender, or something like that. Because you studied BDSM. Because you get me. That I need you to own me."

She lowered her face more and lifted my chin, and her kiss was long and tender.

"Ready now, my beautiful, crazy girl?"