When Sassa returned, she found me spread- eagled on the blanket, tightly bound at wrists and ankles, Gloria helpless toy.
Gloria grinned at Sassa. "The slave has had a good workout and needs to rest for the evening festivities, so I tied her down."
Sassa nodded vigorously. "Oh yes, the slave needs rest alright... and so do I, after helping build the centerpiece frame and equipment for tonight."
My eyes must have widened for Sassa smiled at me. "It's something you've written about in your manual but haven't experienced yet."
I stretched and raised my hips, my glutes flexed and feeling air underneath. I looked to see my bare groin wet with juices and sweat, my clit aroused, pinkish and protruding from usage and arousal.
Sassa and Gloria gazed approvingly at this glistening display.
Gloria smiled and produced a dildo from the duffel bag.
She told Sassa "I'm going to have fun pleasure torturing the slave."
She proceeded to expertly use the dildo to edge me repeatedly.
I automatically tried to thrust for more pressure, but she would laugh and pull away to ensure I didn't orgasm.
I began moaning and whimpering, and even tried to persuade them that one orgasm would help their sex slave perform better tonight (whatever it was).
They disagreed, asserting that a lust-crazed slave would be the best performer.
"Although the slave needs rest for tonight," said Sassa.
Gloria nodded. "Yes, I know."
To my frustration she pulled the dildo away. I thrust my hips up following it, but Gloria put her pretty hand on my naked hip and pushed down.
"Stay down and rest, slave." Her tone was firm and she looked me in the eye to emphasize it was an order.
I moaned in frustration but smiled back into her eyes. So pretty! I was falling for Gloria too, for sure. I was learning I had a lot of love to give. I was dealing with multiple simultaneous crushes.
Sassa smiled. "Slave could use some relief though."
Gloria's face lit up with a twinkle. She winked at Sassa and knelt next to her; all four of their sexy knees were by my head.
She was holding the dildo still, glistening with my juices. She paused from smiling at Sassa to pump the dildo into and out of my open willing mouth. I sucked it clean of my juices, replacing them with my saliva.
That done, Gloria placed the dildo gently on the blanket and turned to Sassa.
Gloria leaned toward Sassa. Her lips brushed against Sassa's in a hesitant, exploratory kiss. Sassa returned the kiss with several of her own. They held one another's hands as their smooching erupted into a torrid frenzy of Frenching.
Soon Gloria' fingers were inside Sassa's vagina, to which Sassa responded with a moaning and gyrating her hips.
My face was handily right there when Sassa became bottomless. I was pleased when she sat on my face so I could hungrily lick and suck and nibble and thrust my tongue. I loved it.
Soon Sassa was naked with Gloria kissing her all over, mostly her nipples. This became difficult as Sassa writhed on me and went rigid for an explosive orgasm, drenching my mouth and face.
I kept lapping and Gloria returned to kissing Sassa's mouth. We succeeded in causing another orgasm for Sassa, who cried out in bliss.
Sassa rolled off me onto the grass by the blanket. I turned to see her lovely nudity breathing heavily.
Gloria said she was enjoying the sight of two lovely naked bodies.
Sassa replied, "Make it three lovely naked bodies, Gloria. I don't think I've ever seen you naked!"
Soon they were lying naked on either side of me.
Bliss ensued as they kissed and nuzzled me and each other. It was a blissful hour, except when they made me beg to be fed, and then slowly hand fed me.
I savored the vegan protein bar, by far the most calorie-dense item.
Their hands roamed our chests much of the time - mine and one another's.
They realized they hadn't ever given one another orgasms, so they took turns. While one was eating the other, I'd be kissed and frenched and often licked and ear-nibbled because they couldn't be face down much.
I felt so close to them when they shuddered in orgasm, their faces in bliss inches from mine.
They wanted me to take a nap and though I dozed a little but was too aroused to properly fall asleep.
As it became later afternoon and closer to dinner time and our return to the villa, they said we need to start preparing.
They untied me and watched me stretch and pee.
Sassa held up long wires with clips at their ends.
They tied my wrists together with special bdsm rope behind my back, then tied my wrists to that sturdy branch.
They pulled my wrists up behind me, forcing my upper torso forward. This is called a strappado bondage tie.
They enjoyed teasing my breasts while I was so horizontal, my shoulders and arms strained as my wrists were especially high behind me.
Gloria caressed my derrière while Sassa kisses my lips.
Gloria said she loved "the slave's firm ass." She slapped my glutes lightly before kissing and hungrily mouthing my tight bottom.
Sassa walked around to watch.
"Mmmm that makes me want to whip it."
Gloria stepped back to give Sassa room.
They agreed with each other what a turn-on it was to have me in their power, to show me they owned me, to make me flinch, to hear the whip land.
I had mixed feelings, but mostly I was deeply grateful they wanted me so much.
After releasing me from the strapado, they had me stand, feet wide. I held my arms together behind my back.
They knelt on either side of me and to my consternation and pain, clipped the four clips at the end of the four wires to my labia, two on each side.
I bit my lip as they walked away from me toward my right and left.
I was an obedient slave, standing firm as my labia were pulled out to the sides.
They wound the higher wires around the branch, and held onto the lower wires.
I felt the breeze inside my opened and displayed pussy.
Gloria came to me again and knelt, peering into my opened intimate area.
I whimpered as she placed her fingers inside.
"She is so so wet," exclaimed Gloria.
"Good slave," purred Sassa. "OK, that was good practice for the show."
They unclipped the wires, but clipped on rather heavy labia jewelry.
They tied my wrists behind me again and combed my hair.
They each kissed me.
"Our slaves's pussy is going to be very sore tonight," Sassa told Gloria.
"Yeah, I know, but she'll still be a good toy," replied Gloria as she caressed my naked hip.
Gloria kissed me deeply.
"It'll be hard, slave, but we know it's part of necessary slave training," whispered Gloria softly.
Sassa added "you dreamed of such a night, slave. You'll be ok, but you'll probably scream and cry."
I gulped, feeling truly nervous, but also a bit thrilled.
"Well, mistresses, your slave thanks you for the attention and creativity. Your slave is honored to be the centerpiece of the evening. Your slave wishes she knew more details."
Sassa and Gloria looked at one another.
Sassa held my face and kissed me tenderly.
"We love you. We want you to know we will be hard on you tonight, but it's because we are as into this as you, and we are crazy about you."
I smiled, my eyes searching hers for more clues.
Gloria said "We are going to take you to a new level of slavery. I've prepared a little speech for everyone."
Sassa looked seriously into my eyes.
"Are you ready for a time of deeper submission? We feel it's time to ramp everything up a notch - actually, many notches."
Gloria asked me, "Do you really want utter and total slavery?"
I nodded, no longer smiling, and creaked out "yes, mistresses."
"Will you try your best not to use your safe sound?"
"Yes mistress."
Sassa kissed me again. "We think you will be screaming, begging and crying tonight."
I shuddered and looked down, feeling scared and sorry for myself.
I'm looking down, I caught sight of my nudity and was further aroused.
I felt the ocean breezes on my skin, the longing in my loins.
I thought of my dream.
I looked up at them.
"Yes. I want this. I surrender to utter slavery."
Sassa smiled. "Good girl." I enjoyed her tender kisses.
Gloria patted my head. "Yes, such a good girl. We love our very good slave."
Sassa smiled. "As to your question, you will see what's going on tonight when we arrive on the patio."
Gloria phoned her mother to confirm it's time.
They packed and dressed.
With beating heart, wrists tied helplessly behind, jewelry swinging from labia, I followed Gloria back to the villa.
I stepped onto the patio and noticed a rather large wooden structure at one end of the dining table.
From my bdsm browsing, I identified it as soon as I saw the inverted V - shape...
"A wooden pony!" I exclaimed.
Sassa and Gloria said "Yes!" in unison.
Stefania was the first to see me.
I noticed she didn't use my name as she exclaimed "Oh, slave, you look so shiny..."
Sassa smiled, "Yes, she's covered in sweat and pussy juice."
I blushed at the words "pussy juice." Yes, I could still be embarrassed despite their all having seen my bound nudity and sex juices before, but I hadn't heard the exact words "pussy juice" and the remark highlighted my arousal.
"Pretty jewelry," Stefania continued sounding excited and delighted.
She came up to me and bent closely to examine the jewelry - and my moist labia.
I repressed a gasp of arousal as she flicked the jewelry, making it swing.
Despite Stefania's attention and stimulation, I was fascinated by the wooden pony, sometimes called the wooden horse in bdsm circles.
Sassa saw where my eyes were looking, took my arm and led me toward it.
