My Summer of Being a Sex Slave

Day 2

I woke up the next morning to Victoria with one hand stroking my hair and the other rubbing between my breasts. Then she switched from between my breasts to on them. Stroking them along the bottom and then the sides.

She finally said "Good morning darling." With a smile across her face. Then Amanda appeared on my other side and just attacked my nipples, abusing them a little. I let out a small "Oh!" as she continued, Victoria went to my hands and released one of them from the ropes then crawled over to release the other one.

As she proceeded to crawl down to my feet to release them, I just laid there letting Amanda have her fun, even though it was completely at my expense. After Victoria finished releasing me and I let Amanda molest me a bit Racheal said to go shower before I became too stinky. I got up and went to the bathroom, that's where I kept my only personal possessions, tooth brush and razor.

After brushing my teeth, I took the razor into the shower. Got the water running and up to temperature and stepped in. first washed myself then my hair finally I stepped out of direct water spray to begin shaving my vulva. Then the curtain was drawn open and Racheal was standing there, she caught some water spray and yelled while darting away.

She then, using the shower curtain for cover aimed the shower head away from outside just a little bit. She then sat on the counter and just watched me finish the shower. When I finished, she was standing there holding a towel waiting for me to exit. When I exited, she kind of half threw and half handed me a towel by putting it on my head, then started to dry me off with another towel. After about a minute of me toweling my hair and her wiping me down I was only about half way dry when she reached into the sink and withdrew a tangle of small chains.

She then handed me my wrist cuffs and then picked up a bar from the counter and my ankle cuffs. She bent down and placed the ankle cuffs on me, meanwhile I struggled with putting the wrists cuffs on, assuming that was what she wanted. After securing my ankles she attached a snap hook that was on each end of the bar to one of my ankle cuffs then spread my legs slightly apart to attach the other end of the bar to my other ankle cuff. She stood up and finished helping me attach the wrist cuffs on.

Then she grabbed the last chain from the counter and hooked it around my waist clipping in the back, it had two other chains dangling from each side that she used to attach my wrist cuffs. Standing there admiring her work I noticed that now though my hands were free I could no longer even bring them together being stopped just an inch or two from each other.

She then picked up a leather collar and placed it around my neck, fastening it in the back. She then attached a leash to the collar and opened the door leading me out while saying "Come on." When we just got started, she turned her head and finished her sentence by saying "Slave." It was all I could do to just waddle down the hall into the living room, where all the girls upon seeing me just smiled hugely.

First, I was told, or order, to place the inflatable bed along the wall out of the way. Waddling around because of the spreader bar between my ankles generated some laughs and giggles. Then told to go make breakfast. Seems simple but you try it waddling around see how you like it. While hindsight is easy after a short while I realized a really big mistake, making bacon.

With that said I can definitely tell you. Don't... cook... bacon... while.... naked. Do hope I don't need to explain this. But there's something way more important. Don't... cook... bacon... while... naked... and... restrained. When being splattered by bacon grease while naked your instinct is to jump away, not possible with a spreader bar cuffed to your ankles. During this breakfast cooking I gave out a lot of expletives. Much laughing and giggling from my audience.

Also, making toast not the best idea under the circumstances, waddling across the kitchen every time they pop up to place in another pair was funny to them. A short way into this adventure I saw that while Racheal and Victoria were in the living room having a conversation amongst themselves Amanda and Beth were at the kitchen table drinking coffee and enjoying the show.

My other problem while cooking breakfast was eating breakfast myself. I had been assembling a breakfast sandwich as the components were done. When assembled I had a decent breakfast sandwich but how to eat it was the problem, my hands were restrained from going all the way to my mouth. First attempt I simply just leaned over to bring my mouth to the sandwich, but didn't make it, trying to hold it by the edge wasn't an option as the sandwich was more than likely to just fall apart.

I considered cutting it up into bite size pieces then just eating it without hands, but that didn't seem likely to work as cutting it that small would probably be very difficult, also eating such small pieces would most likely end up with them just falling apart. I finally found the solution on the kitchen table, a napkin holder, one of those that held a small stack of napkins vertically. I hobbled over and got it, removed the napkins leaving them on the table and took the holder back to the cooking counter and placed my sandwich in it being held up vertically.

Right before breakfast was ready, I noticed that all four of them were at the kitchen table watching me put on the show for them. Of course, no one offered to help they just watch me think my way through each problem as each problem presented themselves. After finally getting all the food and all the place settings to the table breakfast was finally served.

Then they started asking for condiments, one at a time only after I struggled to fetch each one, did they request the next. After many hobbles, most of which were to the refrigerator which was fun when your reach is limited by restraints, I finally got everything. Then ordered to crawl under the table for what was becoming traditional table service. Which was its own kind of fun, with limited reach hand use was not possible. Many improvisations later all four got their orgasms.

After breakfast I had to clean up the kitchen, it took while a while still being restrained. During this cleaning Victoria remained and watched me while the other three went outside. By the time I finished the kitchen Beth had come back in, put the flip flops on me, and lead me outside by a leash attached to my collar.

I hobbled after her, what other choice did I have, when we got outside, I saw that Amanda and Racheal were standing on the other side of the yard. I was slowly led to them, with the spreader bar still attached I was waddling the whole way. Yes, the stairs were a problem. After a long while of doing the spreader bar shuffle all the way across the yard, we finally reached the girls that were obviously waiting for us.

They turned me around positioning me between two trees and working together they unattached the chains from my wrist cuffs and the bar from my ankle cuffs. Spreading my legs out farther they attached two ropes to my ankle cuffs and then lifting my arms up attached two more ropes to my wrist cuffs, then pulled on slip knots that the ropes that were tied with to themselves, tightened me up to a pretty spread-out X position.

Amanda then said "The punishment will now commence!"

She walked behind me while I just stood there, I really couldn't do anything else. I was just waiting for whatever when I first heard then felt a whip striking my left buttock. I cried out "Ooowww" My breathing started to rise, then came the next another whipping sound followed by pain, not intense tell me your secrets type of pain but pain none the less. That one also struck me across my right buttock. Breathing heavier now I could do nothing but wait, then came the third.

Whack, this one ran across my upper thighs just below my buttocks. It stung just as much though. Then the fourth found its way across both buttocks simultaneously. Whack again, the fifth one missing my buttocks and hit me just above them, actually hurting more across my lower back just above my buttocks. I couldn't tell if these misses were on purpose or just their novice lack of aim.

I then heard Racheal say "My turn!"

After a moment of pause I felt another whack and associated pain on my left buttock. Then again at mostly the same place. By now my butt was starting to burn a little, not very much brutally but I was feeling some pain. Then I was struck across my back, not lower back just above my buttocks but my middle back. It hurt, but not as much as being hit across my buttocks. Then again another striking of my back just below where the last one was. At the time I was actually being hit I felt that each hit was the worst but a little while later I felt that the buttock was really worse than the back hits.

Then it came, suddenly, without warning, and very painful. I was struck between my legs right against my woman parts. The pain quickly erased all thought of which was worse than the other. I had a new winner, without a doubt, the vulva was easily the worst place to be whipped. I involuntarily let out a sudden and no doubt loud exclamation of pain and surprise. For me at least that was by far the most painful of all. Then Beth came around from behind me to in front of me.

She was holding some sort of stick, not a branch or anything like that. It was kind of longish slender and appeared flexible, like a switch of some sort. She stroked me with it at first, down across my belly to my vagina, then under my breasts. She was smiling the entire time. CRACK. She was standing off to my right when she suddenly smacked my breasts with her switch. The pain was obvious, sudden, and overwhelming. CRACK. Again, she whipped my breasts but this time she hit right across my right nipple.

"Ooowwwccchhh", I cried out with tears starting.

CRACK. A third time across both breasts. I couldn't control myself; I started squirming around in my bonds. After a very short pause. CRACK. This time she changed up, she whipped me directly on my vulva. The pain, there was only the pain. CRACK. Again, on my vulva. By this time my breathing was on full. Then I heard Beth offer Victoria her turn, but she turned it down. Victoria had a very concerned look on her face, like she was about to cry. I'm getting whipped and she's about to cry?

Then I guess they were finished because Victoria Came up to me and offered me some water, as well as a bunch of sympathy, after I drank from the straw she hugged me. It wasn't all that comfortable after the whipping I just took. Then they all walked back to the cabin just leaving me there. Nothing else to do but just stand there, completely naked of course, totally spread eagle, feeling very exposed, I found that unusually pleasant. Then with boredom starting to settle in I saw all four of them return to the front porch with drinks. They sat down and appeared to just start chatting away.

With nothing else I could do I just started getting lost in my own thoughts and fantasies. First, I was strung up as a criminal being punished for my crimes, then a captive spy being tortured for information, a slave for cruel masters or mistresses, whipped nude in public for all to see, whipped by other women for being a husband enticing slut, a kidnapping victim being disciplined by my kidnappers, disciplined at school naked in front of all the students. For all of these scenarios not only did I imagine how they got started but also imagining them happening lash by lash. After what seemed to be forever, they all stared walking over to me.

When they got to me Amanda asked "Well, what did you think about the punishment, was that something we should do more of, less of, harder, or softer?"

I replied "I'm not sure, the degree of pain seemed right, I'll need another, though not right now, to make a determination."

They then began detaching me from my ropes. Funny, when did I start to think of them as my ropes. Their ropes, our ropes, the ropes? When freed they put my arms behind me and linked them together with I didn't see what. Then they put a chain between my ankle cuffs, at least it wasn't that bar again. Hooked a leash to my collar and led me back to the cabin. Although they didn't go directly to the cabin but meandered me around the yard for a while. I tried to think about whether I wanted another whipping or not. But my fantasies kept intruding into my thoughts. But it was the realization that I was completely nude while my friends were all dressed that kept the eroticism going. I can't tell you how much I love that. The shear excitement that it brings, being on display in nudity.

When we finally got back to the cabin, they led me onto the porch. There they had me stand off to one side where there was a rope dangling down from a hook. They unattached my hands from each other behind my back and then reattached them together in front of me, then tied the rope to it and then by pulling on another part of the rope that I didn't see at first, they raised my hands above me.

Detaching the chain from between my legs they both separated my legs and ties other ropes to my ankle cuffs forcing me to stand with legs spread wide. That's when Racheal lifted up a device from the side, I noticed that it was a dildo on a pole like structurer with an extension cord extending from it. I did not like the idea of an electric dildo, what ever could that possibly do, though I feared I was about to find out, and in the hard way.

After placing the dildo thingy between my legs, I was thinking of course where else was that going. They extended it straight up into my vagina pushing it in as far as they could until it met resistance. The dildo while not exactly massive had a larger than normal girth, thus spreading me out quite a bit. Racheal then turned on the dildo, it not only started vibrating like it was angry it also spun around, that's when I noticed that it wasn't quite straight with the pole it was slightly tilted so the spinning caused it to press against the sides of my vaginal walls. After the initial shock it starting feeling good, too good, sexual excitement was most definitely coming.

That's when Beth and Amanda approached, with Beth carrying a dink and Amanda carrying a small chain with those evil clamps at its ends, Beth iced down my nipples making them protrude and Amanda clamped the clamps to my nipples. Racheal then came up and hung something from the chain between my nipples, it wasn't too heavy but not too light either, stretching my nipples with the weight. Then Beth went into the cabin while the other three sat down on the outdoor lounge chairs. A bit later Beth returned with a pitcher of drinks. What they talked about I couldn't even focus on, Hands up, legs stretched, nipples being pulled, and that machine constantly stimulating my vagina.

Couldn't say how long I was suspended there, the pressure was building up in me slowly, constantly. I even tried to develop a fantasy but mu mind wouldn't focus enough for that to happen. Once during this Amanda approached me and pushed down on the weight pulling my nipples causing me to yell out. The dildo never stopped, it vibrated and it spun around, I found myself positioning myself with what little slack I had to get the dildo to intersect with my G spot during its rotation. After Victoria got her drink, she came up to me putting a straw in it offering me a chance to drink. It was a margarita.

As I stood there, what else could I do, I thought of how I had wiggled myself into position to get my G spot in alignment with the dildo's rotation. I realized that within a day's span I had really become a slut. Strangely enough I didn't mind, the thought that I would do these incredibly demeaning things just to get off really didn't bother me, especially since I had no choice but to endure these things. The realization hit me that while I was willing to degrade myself for these pleasures, I also really didn't mind being degraded by my friends for their pleasures either. Hey, fair is fair.

While just being there I luxuriated in the feelings building up in me, I could tell an orgasm was well on its way. My breathing was quickening, pulse racing, head getting lighter. Soon I was making soft moaning sounds, then louder. I could feel the shakes coming, I was looking forward to this. Then the definite build up started, my vagina throbbed. I needed this, wanted this, it had to happen. Then right before it reached the point of no return, the poser stopped. No more vibrations, no more rotations, nothing. I cried out.

"Aw! Start it back up!" I yelled probably too loud, too demanding.

Beth was standing there holding the unplugged cord to the dildo. My friends just laughed and then return to their conversations. There was nothing I could do about it, forced to just hang there, needing the stimulation, desiring the orgasm that was promised by the situation. But for me there was nothing, no force I could apply, realizing that no pleading would change anything, no promises that would help my situation. There was nothing I could do except endure this torture, while they all laughed. Then I saw all but Victoria, who had a sad or was it a compassionate expression on her face.

After just hanging there, regretting it all, for I have no idea how long, the power came back on. I had just come done from having orgasm. I had to hang there and let it all start up again, not from zero but pretty far from where I had been. The vibrations and the rotation started to do their work gain, not to mention the weight hanging by my nipples, the pressure constantly pulling on them.

I was just happy that after their decision to interrupt my orgasm for their joke I was finally going back up to get it. I luxuriated in the returning feelings. The buildup, promising an even better orgasm this time. My mind had started to fog over, concentrating was becoming difficult, it was crossing over from thought to pure feeling. All I knew at that point was the building up for the destination. I could feel every rotation of the dildo, each pass across my G spot bring me closer towards the orgasm I craved.

Now things were humming along just fine. I was in a place beyond thought, beyond reason, a place of pure feelings, of ecstasy, it was all that was and all that mattered. The vocalizations stared with some mild tremors. Then the dildo stopped. I had no idea how to feel about it, then I just yelled out.

"Argh!", a short pause then "Argh!" then two more.

I looked up and Amanda was holding the unplugged power cords. My legs were shaking and trying to squeezes the dildo but to no avail. I pleaded

"No!", "No!", "Please plug it back!", "Please!"

They just laughed again, except Victoria, bless her soul. She looked more wounded than me. She had an expression of pure empathy. I was just left there to deal with this disappointment again. They returned to whatever their conversation was about. I was left with the burning, the desire, the need, all with no fulfillment.

Breathing heavily, I could feel the dildo inside me just pressing on one of my walls. The weights pulling on my nipples began to be felt as well, their constant pressure just extending my nipples. After a while, but an indeterminate amount of time I was slowly but irrevocably brought back down. Soon the constant pull on my breasts were all I had left. Then it all started again. The return of both the vibrations and rotations, the return to pleasure.

Of course, by now you can easily predict where this is going, I could too. Another slow ramp up and another unplugging then another minor venting of my frustration. It continued three more times until I could no longer even think anything about it. All I remember was some far-off feelings of finally having orgasm after orgasm, I can't even really say for sure but I do believe it happened. What I do remember for fact was either waking up or returning to the world of the living.