Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: New Zealand
|Introduction: Debbie, her Mom and sister go to Ladies Camp|
(A note from the writer.
Please note this story is a continuation from X Streams so it might pay to look at that if the start of this story is a bit odd for you.)
As you might remember Mom (Kirsty), my sister (Tracey) and I (Debbie) slept that night in Kirsty's bed. When I woke that morning my hands were secured behind my back.
"Ah, you're awake," Kirsty said brightly, "excellent, open wide."
I opened obediently and she pushed a ball gag between my teeth and did the strap up at the back. I was on my back and I felt her her push on my the soles of my feet. I drew my legs up and felt her tying them up doubled over.
I didn't have a clue what was going on but I was sure enjoying it. By the time she had finished I was well and truly hogtied with my legs in front and my arms behind. She lifted my head and gave me a smile before putting the blindfold on. Someone came into the room, Tracey. They lifted me and carried me out to the deck where they laid me on the glass table.I was turned slightly and I knew my ass must be pointing out onto the lawn.
Perhaps I should have been embarrassed, humiliated, but I wasn't; I was hot.
I felt some one moving round to in front of me and the sound of something swishing. Then I felt the pain as whatever it was smacked down hard on my pussy. I gave a muffled yelp and got another smack. Fuck it hurt. I screamed into the ball gag and heard the silly noises come out so I moaned in frustration and squirmed trying to escape the blows.It got to the point the pain was unbearable and I sobbed as just had to take these excruciating blows.
Then they stopped and a finger, a wet finger gently touched my poor tender clit, lightly circled round it then slid along inside my lips. I could feel my legs tremble as my pussy responded to the finger. Now I pulled my legs up and tied to push them wider. It withdrew and my pussy tried to follow it. That was when I got my first cane stroke. This time I really screamed and squirmed frantically to try and escape but there was none and I felt the relentless slash of the cane on my completely exposed butt.
It stopped too and a hand very gently stroked over my welts as someone leaned over me and I heard that voice,
"Its to stimulate your body to orgasm Debbie, feel the pain, relish the pain get off on the pain."
It was Sandra and she had me mesmerized, that voice was hypnotic; I calmed right down and waited for the next strokes. They came and I accepted them as I might a big cock ramming deep in my pussy as stimulation. I savored the sensation of each stroke and felt my asshole and pussy -the latter wide open- and very soon after the unmistakeable sensation of my cum in my vagina and oozing out the entrance.
I felt utterly depraved and came with the orgasms, plural, passing through me one after another. Finally as I lay there feeling so relaxed I heard someone pick up a glass something, a clink, then the sound of water being poured into, well a glass I guess. Then the water being poured back into the jug and back again.
I hadn't been since I went to bed, I was bursting and they were doing,oh God there it went again, to me and my pussy had gone from the Temple of my Erotic World to really hurting and I had to go, now.
I felt her near me again,
"Debbie you're trussed like a chicken and you have to go, don't you?"
I nodded frantically.
"Well then, go. We want to watch you pee."
Oh, I didn't understand what was going on but I sure understood the need to pee. It took almost no effort and my pee was arching off the table. I heard the sound of it splashing and it seemed a long way away. I finished and as I lay there a wet cold cloth wiped my ass and pussy and a cream was put on them. It eased the pain a lot. My blindfold was removed and I saw Laura, Sandra, Tracey and Kirsty looking down on me. I looked puzzled but they were all smiling. Laura released my ball gag and slipped her arm under my head to cradle it while Sandra and Kirsty untied me.
With the ropes gone they helped me up to a sitting position and then to standing. I was far too wobbly to stand unaided and they stood on either side to hold me up.
As I stood there feeling like the absolute center of attention Tracey said cheerfully,
I shook my head, what was going on?
Laura was standing behind me, she moved in to take a side as Sandra turned Tracey to be back on and secured her arms binding her tight from elbows to wrists. She put the ball gag in her mouth, the blind fold on then pushed her back to the table. Tracey put her butt on it and lay back bringing her legs up. Hers weren't doubled, instead she had them pulled right up and the ropes securing them were passed under the table to be secured round the legs in front while a rope ran from the one securing her arms ran forward over the front edge and back under to be secured against the rear legs.
I watched fascinated as her suntanned butt and white pussy were readied for her punishment. It was a flogger whip. Laura let it trail lightly over her pussy and up over her body then just touched her armpits with it. Under her ball gag, Tracey shrieked into her ball gag from the tickling and squirmed trying to get away from it.
As she squirmed away Laura lifted it and brought it back to her pussy. A pause then smack and the first blow struck Tracey's pussy. Her butt lifted of the table and her mouth opened wide as she screamed into her gag but there was no escape and the next blow landed followed by the next and the next and the next. Tracy was flailing as the blows landed. They stopped at twelve- I counted- and again a finger,Laura's, was wet and toyed with the clit. I remembered how it had felt, in darkness , no idea what was going on, my pussy in agony from the flogging and then this wet warm finger gently caressing round my clit and going down to trace a line deep in my slit.
She relaxed as I had as the finger toyed with her pussy. Sandra leaned over her and spoke very quietly to her. Tracey was listening intently and nodded.
The first cane stroke came and hit with a resounding smack. Tracey though managed not to scream instead clenching her butt and gasping. She did the same with the next one and I watched fascinated as her pussy opened up and I could look down it to see the cum forming then making its way to the opening- she was having one already- My God the lucky bitch! I though uncharitably then felt awful and looked around furtively in case I had given what I was thinking away.
She got twenty four and her butt was purple when Laura had finished. As with me the water was poured from the jug into the glass and back then back into the glass and I watched Tracey's pussy as it opened for her to pee.
"You may not pee until I count to ten,understood?" Laura ordered firmly. The blindfolded head nodded and the tendons on her neck stood out as she braced herself to stop from peeing.
"One, two , three," Laura counted, she was going so slowly." four, five, six." I watched as Tracey squirmed trying to press her thighs together but they were pulled wide apart," seven, eight, nine ten! You may pee, good girl."
There was a slight pause them Tracey's pee arched into the air and splashed the ground a good fifteen feet from where where she lay.The other three laughed and cheered as they watched and I grinned and clapped with them. They had marked my distance, twelve feet three inches but she had soared, is that the word?, way past me.
She finished and as with me the wet cloth, a blue one, not mine, was used to wipe her clean and the ointment was applied to her butt and pussy. Laura took the ball gag and blindfold off her and cradled her head as she had mine while Kirsty and Sandra untied the ropes and helped her to sitting position then on to her feet and held her up as she found her balance.
When she had she came over to me and we stood with our arms round each other. Kirsty was next and she was ball gagged and blindfolded quickly, her butt parked on the edge of the table for her to be rolled back and tied, as Tracey had been then her pussy was flogged- no tickling for her. Her pussy just opened straight away and I thought "you've done this before Kirsten Louise Marie" oh I felt so proud of her.
She got at least twelve then straight on to the Caning and she was having orgasms from the first stroke. As with Tracey' vagina I could see up it it was open so wide and I saw the whitish cream inside herflow out to dribble over her bare skin and onto her tummy. She also peed but she had obviously gone beforehand and her distance was barely six feet, Still we clapped and cheered as her pee arched before us. Her butt and pussy were wiped clean and the ointment applied. Unlike with us Sandra got to take Kirsty's ball gag and blind fold off then cradled her head while she was being untied.
I had no idea why what had been done had happened, I loved it and I wasn't complaining but I had no idea why it had happened. Laura led us inside. She sat at one end of the couch while Sandra sat at the other.
"Debbie honey , you sit om my lap, Kirsty, you sit in the middle and Tracey you sit on Sandra's lap and girls I want your legs on Kirsty's lap in the middle there."
We made a point of resting our calves on Kirsty's lap. It meant sitting side on and in my state I was feeling just so cuddly. I leaned in against Laura and was relieved when she put her arm round my waist and pulled me tight.I glanced up at her and, getting a smile, rested my head on her shoulder; she stroked my hair with her other hand.I closed my eyes and just enjoyed being held. Being held by the woman who had inflicted such pain and such pleasure on me.
I could feel her presence and I was in awe of her.
We sat in silence for a little as both Tracey and I cuddled into the women holding us.
Finally Laura spoke.
"I lied about the four o'clock."
I managed a little smile at her quip and nodded my head slightly.
"Debbie, Tracey, we wanted to give you a taste of BDSM. It looked like you both enjoyed it, takes a while to get the hang of it, huh?"
I stayed in my cuddle so I can only guess Tracey agreed but I nodded contentedly. I loved being cuddled by Laura and I loved the feel of my hot ( literally) butt and pussy and I loved what they reminded me of.
"You girls were just brilliant. Debbie, its always hardest to go first and you were so brave- so were you Tracey two brave little girls."
Little? I didn't debate it as I usually would have; I just accepted it because I really did feel like a little girl in relation to Laura so in a sense it was true.
"Now we can't do anything more in the way of pain to these areas for a week so they have time to heal but I want to keep your sexual adventure going.
"Sandra and I will go now. When we're gone I want you guys to share the work with Kirsty and when you're done she will ring me for the next instruction. Understood?"
Reluctantly I sat up and nodded for Laura. We slid off their laps and they got up, gave us all hugs and left. The place seemed so empty without them and I longed to have them near again. We did as we were told and made breakfast together in the nude. We ate it that way too- standing, yes, now you ask. We all just felt incredibly cuddly and we rushed through the chores so we could lie on the bed together in one three girl cuddle.Kirsty had brought the ointment in and we applied a fresh coat to each others' nether regions (as gran calls it) and once applied fell back into our group cuddle.
In the end, despite the pain we fell asleep and slept until mid day.When I awoke I felt much better but I still missed Laura- and Sandra- but especially Laura.
The others were awake and once she saw that I was too Kirsty rang Laura. She wrote down the instructions, said "Thank you Ma'am" very respectfully and hung up. Tracey and I leaned over to read her words
"You will put on tee shirts and drive to Ladies Camp , due south on the Old Track Road to Bear Hill then right onto Campbell Road two miles, pink mail box on the left. Go up the drive to the gate, code is 2442. Strip before getting out of the car. Love you all, Laura XXX.
This was exciting- Ladies Camp? Never heard of it. Strip before? What was it? Nudist, women only? Lesbian? I hoped so.
We put our tee shirts on and got into the car. Kirsty likes to be left alone to concentrate when she's driving and we knew she doesn't like a lot of back seat noise- so Tracey and I fell into each others' arms and kissed quietly the whole way. It took at most half an hour and we were there. We went down the driveway to the gate where Tracey got out and keyed the code into the pad. The gate opened and we drove into the parking area. There would have been two dozen cars there, a lot of very nice late model ones- unlike ours which was getting a bit old now.
We stripped off our tee shirts and got out of the car naked. We were in the parking area and ahead of us was a barn- well it looked like one- with a door facing on to where we were. We went over to it and tried the door knob- locked.
Kirsty knocked, very politely too I thought, and we waited. We waited for ages I thought but it was two minutes fifteen seconds by Tracey's watch.The door was opened by a middle aged naked woman whose face lit up in a smile when she saw us.
Well we smiled back of course and she stepped aside motioning for us to come in. She hugged us once we were in then shut the door. We were in a little reception area and we had forms to fill out and I noticed on my form which had been partly completed beforehand that my name was "Slave Debbie" and my "Owner" was "Mistress Laura"
Slave? Owner? It should have been scarey but it was the exact opposite, I looked over at Tracey's form and she was "Slave Tracey." She was busily filling in her form and had clearly accepted the title as a fact of life.
I loved the thought of being owned, it gave me a great sense of belonging, well yes I did literally but now I felt like I was someones'.
Forms complete we went over to a spot and posed for our Photos, one front, one back, one bending over- feet apart- and one lying on the table legs pulled up and wide as we could get them.
"Wonderful. Now, I'm Slave Abigail and I am Mistress Cynthia's property. See, here," and she was pulling on a tag on her pussy.
"Get down and have a real good look."
So we all crouched down and studied Abigail's tag and her pussy. She had a ring through her clit a big one and the tag was on the ring. I thought it looked so erotic and wanted very much to wear one too.
"You can touch me if you like, I love it when my clitty ring gets pulled on."
Tracey licked up Abigail's slit and when she reached the clit opened her mouth wide so her lips covered it and pulled back sucking the ring in her mouth. She held the ring in her teeth and tugged hard on it. As she did I looked up at Abigail's face. She shut her eyes tight and her body tensed, then it relaxed and a contented look came over her.
Both Kirsty and I did the same and as I watched Kirsty do it Abigail came.
It was bizarre really, like before if I got off it was in my bedroom and I was terrified someone might hear - or guess- what I was doing and it was all so secretive but now , well, want to have an orgasm? Then just have it. People watching? Fine, hope they enjoy watching. Abigail had no embarrassment at all as she had her orgasm in front of us and accepted as natural that we would swallow her cum as it came out of her gaping vagina.
No embarrassment or not an orgasm is still an intense time and she needed a cuddle after. Kirsty took her in her arms and rocked gently back and forward with her while Tracey and I went through the inner door.
We walked into a big lounge, in fact it was so big it was in sections. The women were mostly mature with some younger ones amongst them.Nearly all were nude with great tans although a few wore sarongs or towels. The room opened out on to a deck and past that was a grassed area and I could see more females out there.
However we were really lost without a clue on how to behave, where we could go and so we stood a few feet inside the room.
"You girls," a voice said firmly. We turned as a lady got up and came over to us. She was nude, tall suntanned body, rings in her nipples, clit and belly button her face still pretty despite being well into her forties.
"Debbie and Tracey?" She smiled at us reassuringly.
We smiled, relieved, and nodded.
"Welcome darlings. Now as you saw by the forms you are here as slaves of Mistress Laura. I am Mistress Cynthia and you've met my Slave of course." She looked at our faces and I realized some of the cum was smeared on our chins.
"Well we can't have you just wandering about aimlessly ,can we?"
It was a rhetorical question but we both shook our heads in agreement.
'Right, Tracey, this is for you." It was a collar with Slave Tracey on the tag and Tracey stood with her chin up so Cynthia could fasten it on her. Once on Cynthia brought out a small pad lock and secured it.
"Now Debbie, here's yours." I stood still with my chin up as my collar was put on me and the padlock fastened.
"As slaves your life is simple. Any Mistress can order you around but only with your Mistress's consent. Understand?"
She looked at our pussies and knew we did.
I thought we would stay with her, well hoped so because she was so reassuring and nice to be around but she went over to a microphone, turned it on and blew in it. It made that noise they do when they're on and she spoke into it.
"Mistress Olivia, Mistress Helena your slaves are here would you come and collect them please."
The other ladies were watching us and I could see by the no collars the ones seated were Owners and the ones with collars lay or knelt on the carpet. Some had leads on their collars and I felt a tinge of jealousy on that. While we waited Kirsty came through, she smiled at us and walked straight over to a beautiful brunette lady who put Kirty's collar on her and once she had it on Kirsty lay her head on the lady's thigh to have her hair stroked. It was obvious this was her mistress and we smiled in her direction- but could see she had her eyes closed.
Meanwhile Mistresses Olivia and Helena made their way up to the deck and I recognized Mistress Helena, well I should - she had been in my class at High School and Mistress Olivia I knew her too by sight she picked up her sister from the same Technical college I was attending.
So, someone I knew was going to see me naked. The same old tingling sensation passed through me.
As they got closer they recognized us and their faces lit up.
"Oh Hi Deb, God you look so hot you naughty little slave girl. Hi Tracey, my God you have grown, oh you look hot too. Excited?"
We smiled nervously and nodded.
'Hey, look we haven't been Mistresses long but we have had a lot of training and we get to practice with you guys," Olivia told us," Deb, Helena will be your Mistress and Tracey, you'll have to have me I'm afraid."
We both beamed, there was something about Helena and I so wanted her to be in control of me. Cynthia had gone to a cupboard and got out some leads. She handed one to Olivia and the other to Helena. They put the leads on us and were about to lead us away when Cynthia caught Olivia's eye .
Olivia blinked hard in frustration at her oversight. She handed Tracey's lead to Helena then went over to the cupboard and got two pairs of hand cuffs. She came back as Tracey and I turned to put our backs to her with our wrists ready to be cuffed. She cuffed us both then took Tracey's lead back and led her away. Helena lead me and we did a walk right round the room; they were putting us on display.The naked young Dom's leading their slaves.
I held my head high and walked proudly with shoulders back, chest out and tummy in. They were all looking intently at us and as we passed they would smile and nod. My pussy was wet but not dripping although if anyone had told me to I could have had an orgasm straight away.
We ended at the french doors onto the deck and were turned to face into the room.
"Curtsey," Olivia instructed softly and we curtseyed for the ladies who broke into loud applause. I blushed and I think Tracey did too. With that we were turned and went out onto the deck. We were split up- I was on my own with Helena and Tracey with Olivia.
"I feel like a run, I'll take your cuffs off if you like?"
I shrugged and looked away- I loved being hand cuffed.
"Well you're going to be running with me, it won't be easy in cuffs, will it?"
I shook my head then shrugged. She smiled,"Oh you little bondage slut, OK- we'll see how you go."
She talked to me as we made our way across the field.
"I used to look at you, you know," she said ,I looked across at her inquiringly," and I used to think you'd make a terrific slave for someone. I kind of hoped it might be me but there's a technique for introducing a slave to her calling and, well one day..."
I walked beside her with those words going over and over "kind of hoped it might be me." Being with her like this I wished it had been.
"I love being with you Mistress," I said feeling very humble," If you and Mistress Laura wanted could I be your slave?"
She smiled at me.
"Yes, it can be done, happens all the time but usually its a swap. I have no slave to swap so I'd have to pay her for you." she was thinking and my hopes fell.
"I'll ring her now, come on; back we go."
So we walked all the way back up to the lounge and she rang Laura from the phone there.
I knelt beside one of the ladies down by the French doors as she held the lead Helena had passed to her while she made the call. She came down to me all smiles,
"Yes, I have to find her another slave to replace you at some stage but you're mine as of now. Just a minute, there's a transfer form to fill out."
She lead me out to reception, got the form, completed it, I signed as Slave, ( I was still cuffed so I wrote behind my back) and Cynthia came out to sign for and on behalf of Mistress Laura.
So easy. Then it hit me, if I wasn't Laura's slave would that mean I couldn't be with my darling Tracey and Kirsty? So I was apprehensive and not really with it as I was led out to the deck and at one point I had slowed and was jerked forward with the lead. I stumbled and sprawled on the carpet. I felt terrible but when I looked up the ladies were looking at Helena who looked mortified.
One of the older ladies got up and held Helena's arm.
"Watch them all the time dear. She is your property, what happens to her is your responsibility. Never walk in front, they are in front of you but never in your line. She is quite beautiful and you are a lucky girl to have her as your pet. Now pick her up, check she's OK, don't ask- check."
So I lay there as she checked me over and, satisfied I was OK, told me to get up and walk in front of her.
I liked this much better knowing my recently spanked butt was on display for her and tried to pull my wrists up so as to give her a clear view of my butt. Then I remembered Tracey and let my hands drop down. I loved being Helena's slave but I loved having sex and just being with Tracey and with Kirsty. What happens now?
"You're thinking, aren't you," she said playfully.
"You're trying to work it all out, aren't you?"
Again I nodded.
"Well don't." She pulled on the lead stopping me in my tracks and came up to press her body against mine.
"You are my slave."
I nodded, waiting.
"You don't have to think ahead, to plan, to worry about what if and so on, that's one huge plus for lots of girls, girls of all ages a lot much older than you, OK?"
"I will control your life now, not just here on a Saturday afternoon but where you live, who you associate with , what you eat, everything."
I nodded and pushed back against her, far from terrifying me it made me feel warm.
"I am going to want you to live with me at my place, well my Mom's place but we bring our slaves ,well Mom brings her slave and I'll bring you, to things like this and we know lots of them are lovers. Look, I want you to be happy so you will get to spend lots of time with your sister and your Mom, we know you're lovers."
I was in awe; she or they had worked it all out and I could just be a slave. It was wonderful, just belonging and right now being the center of attention which I wouldn't , couldn't have been as one slave of many for Mistress Laura and although I adored her I was so glad to be Mistress Helena's slave.
We walked on to the edge of the field and looked down, a small bank ran down to a flat grassy area and past that was a small, man ( woman to be precise) made lake. It looked beautiful. The bank was quite steep and she hooked her arm through mine to steady me as we went down it to the flat area. . There she flicked my lead and I started to jog. It was strange running in hand cuffs; they made me lean back rather than forward and my knees came up much higher than they would normally. my boobs bounced up and down as I ran and I wished she would watch me from side on so she could see them.
We jogged lap after lap and I was getting very tired and short of breath.She stopped me with a gentle pull on my lead.
"You sit here pet," she told me and I sat cross legged while she went running on her own. She was an athlete and she ran like the wind, so much faster than me, her breasts were much smaller then mine and I watched spell bound as they swayed left to right as she ran, going in an arc back and forward.
She stopped after far too long- I wanted her near me- and crouched beside me.
"I'm going to work on your fitness my darling pet,"she hugged me," but now come with me."
She stood and held my lead again,
Straight ahead fifty yards away was the lake. I did as I was told and walked to the edge of the lake.
I waded into the lake. The lake floor got gradually deeper and in the middle ( I found later) it was over ten feet deep. She made me walk till it was up to my waist and pulled on the lead to stop me.
I knelt and it was now up to my neck. As I wondered what next she pushed my head forward and I was under water. She put her foot on my back and I was forced to the bottom with her foot holding me down. I knew it was a test and to be a slave I had to accept what was done to me; even if that meant I was drowned. At first I tensed then I accepted and relaxed, if I died then I died her slave and that was what I wanted to be.
Just as I felt I would black out or swallow water I felt her hand on my neck pulling me to the surface. When I got there I coughed and spluttered then burst into tears.
"I'll try harder next time Mistress," I told her between the sobs.
"You did fine Pet, just fine. Now lets get out of this water and have a drink."
So I waded out and onto dry land. Where was this drink, I couldn't see any bottles.
"Kneel. Lean back. Open."
I did as I was told and her powerful stream hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could as her delicious stream came into my mouth then, when she had finished I tilted my face up and licked her pussy clean.
"Stand. Legs apart. Pee- now!"
And so I peed for her, making sure I slowed as her mouth got full, until I was empty. She licked my pussy clean, gave me a big piss tasting kiss and , standing beside me, hugged me round my shoulders and told me how glad she was that I was her slave.
We walked up the bank and across the grass to the deck. There we went right and round to the side where there were a row of shower heads. She turned one on, cold- as I had been expecting, Slaves were bathed in cold water- and soaped me with a brush dipped in liquid soap then washed me off. She dried me off with one of the towels ( there was a pile) and I stood demurely while she had a nice warm shower herself. She dried herself ( I was still hand cuffed) and we went back inside.
I didn't realize it at the time but as the new slaves we very much were the center of attention and although they were clever enough not to let us know we were watched constantly- so were Olivia and Helena as new Owners, and very young ones at that. As we entered one of the Ladies gave the slightest wave to Helena and she tugged on my lead for me to change direction. I saw her and moved towards her. As I approached I kept my eyes down and when near I dropped to my knees and knelt with head bowed.
She applauded," Oh very good Helena, what a well trained slave!"
Helena patted me on the head,
"She's a natural Christine. I haven't started to teach her anything yet. She did that."
"Oh," and I could see she wasn't pleased.
"She tripped before as I recall," she said ominously.
"Yes Ma'am," my owner replied nervously.
"She is your responsibility, you've been with her for over two hours and you haven't taught her anything. Surely not?"
" Oh well we've been over a few things but I didn't want to rush-"
"Its not a question of rushing dear. You've attended the lectures on Slave Training, have you not?"
Helena nodded looking very distressed.
'Its a question of structure, no they can't take it all in at one time so we go through the steps- but you didn't , did you?"
Again my subdued Mistress agreed.
'You are controlling another human beings life, it is a frightful responsibility and you do not make it up, as you go along, is that clear?"
Oh dear, it was and everyone was watching . Christine had said " as you go along" one word at a time very loudly and Helena was close to tears.
I hated seeing her upset and I shifted across towards her on my knees and leaned against her, I felt her move her weight slightly against me.
"Well your slave loves you, so that's a start," Christine observed and her face broke into a smile. Helena reached down and stroked my hair.
'Oh look we need to get you back on track dear, I will instruct her and you can watch. Slave Debbie up on the sofa please. Lie with you head on my lap. Oh Helena get rid of the handcuffs please."
Ohhh! I loved my hand cuffs but I had no say so they were taken off me and I lay as instructed. her bare breasts rested on my face and she tilted my head and presented a nipple for me to latch on to. As I sucked contently she spoke to me.
"You are a slave. It is a wonderful life for someone with your personality, it isn't for everyone but it is for you. You know that you must obey your Owner's command but you must also have confidence in your owners genuine concern for your well being. Do you?"
I let the nipple go and said quietly,
"Yes Ma'am I do."
You need to know the routines, do you know about feeding, relieving yourself, how to behave in public, oh a whole raft of things.Well do you?"
"No Ma'am, not yet, quite."
"Hmm, as I thought, hop up dear and, ah, my nipple rather enjoyed that."
"Right, well there's too much to be done in one session, Abigail! A pad please dear and a pen, fountain thank you I can't abide these blasted ball points."
And so Christine wrote the training structure for me and handed it to Helena.
I hadn't realized but the Slave Owners Association had very strict rules and membership was very hard to get. Christine was the Chair of the Disciplinary and Membership Committee and as such had the power to remove Slaves from Owners and so Helena had been terrified she would lose me.
After she had taken the sheet of paper from Christine she took me back outside and we walked all the way back to the bank. I walked down and she told me to stop and sit at the bottom. She sat next to me and I saw she had tears in her eyes.
"Do you want to be my slave? I haven't done a very good job so far, according to Christine."
"I am your slave Mistress, I love being your slave and I want to be your slave always. I will do my best to learn about training and structure but I just want to be your slave- if you still want me?"
" I want to keep you as my slave for ever Pet. I must discipline you at times but you must know I do it because I love you."
"Yes Mistress, I understand. Thank you."
We sat side by side and she put her arm round and cuddled me.
'I so want your life to be happy darling Pet. You won't be a something I use when I want and ignore the rest of the time. You love being looked at, don't you?" she gave me a knowing little smile and I nodded with that feeling you get when someone had read you exactly.
'There are things to learn, Christine was so right about that and I must love you as my slave and not as my lover. Olivia and I are lovers- did you guess?"
I shook my head, they were clearly friends but I hadn't picked that they were lovers. She smiled,
'That's good, we've tried and keep it discrete- well at this stage anyway-"
She stopped as she saw me looking at her.
"Oh shit! I'm such a hypocrite aren't I? Here's you bravely showing the world you are happy to be a slave, wearing a slave collar, loving being in Hand cuffs honestly expressing yourself and the girl you're doing it for does that. My God I am such a phoney,such a wimp."
Well that wasn't what I had been thinking at all; I'd been thinking how easy it was for me and how hard it was for her given all I had to do was try to be the best slave I could for her and she had to face the world- big difference. However I shut up because she was working things out for herself and I had no place putting my two cents worth in.
She was silent for a while and finally I had to speak,
"Yes Pet," she stroked my hair as she answered.
"Mistress I love to have you touch me but you hardly touch me at all."
She turned and looked at me.
" I long to have you touch me Mistress, Oh you hug me, like before but round my shoulders or you kiss my forehead. I like that but I want your hands on my breasts and my nipples especially and down here. I so want to have you touch me down here. I love the handcuffs, I want to be taken advantage of. You do still want me Mistress, don't you?"
Oh yes Pet, more than anything, I'm sorry doll, I've done all this training- which I forgot" and she pulled an "oops" face-" but its different when its your own real slave and there's a relationship. I mean you're a person, I can call you a possession or a thing but you're not, you're a person and I get to control your life.And I guess I'm focusing on the responsibility, the what I should do as your owner and not enough on enjoying you. That sweet personality you have and this gorgeous body of yours."
Well I leaned in against her, I loved hearing that- it was food for me.
As we sat there I saw a shadow beside us. I looked up and it was Olivia with Tracey. Tracey's hands were hand cuffed behind her neck and she looked so much more vulnerable like that, yes I was jealous again.
Helena hadn't seen them, she had had her eyes shut, but felt me moving and looked up. Seeing Olivia she got to her feet and the two of them hugged as you do when one partner comforts the other. I was wearing my collar and lead but the cuffs had been left up in the lounge from when Christine ordered them taken off me so I stood with my hands behind my head pretending they were cuffed and I was helpless.
The ended their cuddle and to my delight Olivia produced a pair from the bag she was carrying. She smiled at me looking significantly at my arms. I smiled demurely back and turned so she could fasten them on me. Once the second wrist was secured I felt so much better and that wet tingly feeling was back in my pussy. Oh I had missed it so.
"We need to have a chat. Tracey, Debbie, this involves you so you stay with us" (Like we could run off?) However we sat at their feet then rolled back and lay with our legs wide apart so they could enjoy seeing our pussies and asses.
"Honey," Helena started," I think we have to tell everyone what we are. I do, I'm sick of pretending we're just friends and we're each waiting for Mr fucking Right. There is no Mr Right and there never will be. I love you , I want to be your partner, to make love to you and to be yours for ever.
Olivia was silent for a few seconds as she thought over what Helena had said then smiled and nodded,
"I have wanted to say that so many times. My God I want that more than anything. Um who do we tell first?"
'The members, we'll tell them. Come on."
They got up, hugged and then hugged us. With our hands wrists cuffed behind our necks as they were our breasts were pulled up to best advantage and our whole posture was changed. we walked elegantly with our hips swaying as we picked or way across the grass. After twenty yards I heard a wolf whistle behind me, I glanced across at Tracey and grinned. She grinned back and we swayed a little more.
The ladies on the deck had been watching us and they called the others out so all these naked mature and older ladies stood on the deck watching us and showing off their wolf whistling skills too- they were really good!
When we got there we were feeling so seductive and they all got the come hither looks from us. Then we knelt demurely and waited with head slightly bowed for our next instruction. we didn't have long to wait. Olivia handed Tracey's lead to Helena to hold and went over to a cupboard. She brought out a sling which was on a rope. She climbed up on a chair- giving everyone a wonderful view of her bald pussy in the process and hooked the rope to hook screwed int the beam. She got down, got another sling out and hung that from another hook a few feet along the beam.
Helena ordered us over and I lay down in one while Tracey lay in the other.
cuffs were secured to our ankles and our legs were pulled wide apart.Our hands were still cuffed behind our necks and a rope was threaded through the cuff links to hold our heads and arms in place.Ball gags were put on us and I wondered if they would do blindfolds but they decided not to- shame I loved being blindfolded.
That done our owners went back to the cupboard and got out a very large strap on each. The other ladies gathered round some fingering our very exposed pussies and ass holes while others fondled or sucked on the big plastic cocks Olivia and my darling Mistress Helena were about to use on us. It was going to hurt where the cocks touched our spanked pussies but we didn't care; we were both dying to have something long and hard put all the way into us and our cunts were wet, open and waiting.
Before they did they turned to each other and feel into an embrace kissing each other passionately in front of all these ladies. It was their declaration of love and I saw smiles on the faces all round them.
Now, though, it was our turn. Helena stepped up to my pussy, put her hands under me at my waist and eased that big shaft straight in me; all the way. She stood still with this thing touching my cervix then swayed from side to side, drew the cock all the way out so my lips were closing and rammed it straight back in again. Oh fuck, i tried to wriggle forward to get it deeper in me and rotated my pelvis as she left it there for a bit before pulling it all the way out, resting the cum covered tip on my tummy then ramming it back deep inside me again.
I glanced over to Tracey and she was getting the same treatment. She too was squirming trying to work more of Olivia's shaft inside her. Well we were cumming in no time and our limp bodies were now rocking back and forward in the slings as our wonderful mistresses slammed into us, pulled back then rammed in again. We both squirted to shrieks from the ladies watching- I opened my eyes at that and just caught one ladies eye, she looked very nice and I gave her a wee smile then closed my eyes again.
We were propelled forward, our pussies came off the shafts only to impale themselves on the shaft again as we came back on the down swing. However just as I was getting used to- and enjoying- this she moved it down so it was lined up for my ass hole.It went a little way in then stopped. Helena pulled out and waited as Abigail applied lube to the shaft, squirted some up my asshole ( so thoughtful) then backed away and I was ready, and willing, to have my asshole fucked.
Mistress hooked her arms round my thighs and pushed her shaft into my asshole. It slid in although she was careful to go slowly but once it was in oh God it just felt so good. She did the same routine with my ass hole as she had done with my pussy. Pushing deep into me then pulling all the way out out till I could feel my ass closing then pushing it all the way in again. She went slowly teasing my asshole as she eased it in. My pussy was wide open and I knew the cum was just flowing out of it.
I looked around and the crowd round us had thinned. Must be getting boring for them or maybe they're getting a coffee or something I thought and went back to feeling this cock bottom out (ha) in my asshole. I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation and when I opened them again I saw a line of ladies behind both Tracey and Helena.The ones who's fronts I could see were wearing strap ons and idly stroking them as they chatted and watched us get reamed.
Once the girls had finished the first of the older ladies stepped up. My one looked me in the eye, gave me a little smile and held me steady as she slid her banana shaped shaft into my pussy. The tip scraped along the roof of my pussy over mt G spot. I lurched at the sensation, opened my eyes wide then gave her a contented little smile and closed my eyes, a pleased look on my face. I came from almost the start of her fucking me; she got her cock just in far enough to rest on my G spot and rotated her pelvis so it worked that sensitive area and just about drove me insane as she did it, then back to those long strokes.
She was followed by seven other women who all fucked me slightly differently . Some ladies lay under me and they would push a dildo in my asshole while another lady fucked my pussy and the last one just shoved a large butt plug up there and fucked me stupid.
By the time they had finished I was limp, my asshole hurt, but in a good way, my pussy was so wide it could be declared a tunnel and be opened officially and I felt so good. This was the point Helena slipped her whole hand up my pussy and Olivia slipped hers up my baby sister's pussy too.
They explained later that this was a rite of passage and I told them, not being sure what that meant, that I was glad they had used my passage for it.
We were left to lie in the slings for a while and once we looked recovered our ball gags were removed and we were released . By this stage I was starving and really thirst. This was when we discovered, well I did, Tracey had already done it, how a slave is fed and watered- in bowls.
That's right, my food was in a bowl, on the floor and my drink, I got fruit juice because Helena loved to drink piss, in another bowl beside it on the floor. Tracey went first and I watched as she got down on all fours, made sure her pussy and asshole were in plain sight and bent down to lick the fruit juice in her bowl. There was a knack to it and I watched closely trying to learn it; obviously just sticking my mouth in there and sucking wasn't allowed.
She move her face over to the meal bowl, it was chunks of some sort, took a mouthful and raided her head to horizontal, ate that lot then went back down to the bowl again. I tried my bowl. the fruit juice was cold and really nice, I found the lapping was easy than it had looked and that the food was meal with dried fruit and nuts added so it too was really nice. I too took mouthfuls and ate with my head level with the floor.
Once we had finished we knelt by our bowls waiting for our next instruction. Our leads were still attached and I felt a tug on mine ordering me up. I stood and was ordered outside and that is where I found what Mistress Christine meant about "relieving myself." Around the back was a concrete pad with a channel cut in it and water running along it. We were to squat astride the channel and do our poos and wees into the water. If we faced the wrong way we got to watch them drift all the way along to the hole but if we faced the other way we didn't see them.
We faced the other way. I was behind Tracey so I got to see the poos come out of her butt, I breathed through my mouth so I wouldn't get a whiff of her famous More-Air freshener-Please effort and when we had finished we were lead a few paces away, made to kneel with our butts in the air and had them wiped with wet wipes and hosed off.(It was a really powerful blast too.
On our return we were lead over to Christine who looked us over, pronounced herself pleased with how we had stood up to our first gang bang then told them to put us down for a nap.
Well that sounded like a good idea. The slings had been taken down and a fluffy blanket laid on the flooe where they had been. The chairs had also been turned so the ladies now all looked in on this central spot. We were made to kneel , our cuffs and leads were removed and cushions were provided for our heads.
"Lie down Pet," m darling Mistress said quietly to me, "You're not on show so just find a away to lie that's comfortable."
I lay on my side then slid sort of onto my tummy with my left leg pulled up ,one forearm past my head and the other under my chin. By this time the air was cooling but they had brought out a heater so where we were was lovely and warm.
Tracey lay next to me her head almost touching mine.
"Tired?" I whispered to her.
"Tired and happy, love you."
"Love you too hon, sweet dreams."
And so lying on a rug on the floor stark naked as all these ladies watched my sister and I fell asleep.
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