Nari took me home, but he didn't bring any extra clothes, so when I arrived at the apartment building all I was wearing was the micro-thong bikini that left my ass exposed and just barely concealed my cock and balls.
It was very late when we arrived home, however, there was a female employee behind the desk in the lobby when we got there. Her eyes widened when she saw me.
I felt a moment of embarrassment when she saw me. I was practically naked, and for a few seconds I froze as the humiliation of being seen so exposed overwhelmed me. This was a woman who lived in the same building as me. I'd be running into her again. She was going to get a great view of my naked ass as I walked past her. How was I going to live with the humiliation of that?
"Calm down, beautiful," Nari said soothingly as he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, "It's just Annie. She's not going to rape you or do anything mean. She's a nice girl."
Nari placed a hand on the center of my back and firmly pushed me forward. Annie did indeed get a good look at my naked butt as I walked past, but Nari's prediction was right. She didn't do or say anything cruel as I walked past. She just stared and quietly enjoyed the view.
Two Latinas were on the elevator as Nari, and I went up to our floor. They both stared at my body while desperately attempting to pretend they weren't staring. It was amusing to watch. They wanted to ogle me, yet at the same time didn't want Nari or me to notice they were ogling me.
When we got to our apartment, Nari put me to bed straightaway. I was exhausted, so I didn't even argue. I collapsed onto the mattress without even pulling the covers back first.
I fell asleep almost instantly and my dreams were of the dark and erotic variety.
The most memorable of all those dreams, involved me being on stage with nine other ballet dancers. I'd done live performances in front of large audiences since being hired by the Chandler Ballet Theatre, however, in my dream I was unable to dance, as my wrists had been bound in leather wrists restraints and they'd been secured to some sort of stainless-steel clip. The clip was attached to a rope, which raised me up until I was stretched taut and my toes were just barely touching the floor.
And instead of wearing the sort of dance costume I typically wore on stage, I was wearing nothing other than a dance belt.
I was center stage, and the spotlight was shining directly on me as my fellow dancers gracefully paraded around me in a wide, elegant circle.
As they danced around me, two of the dancers grabbed the waistband of my dance belt and tore it off, stripping me naked. One of them had a knife and cut through the fabric of my small garment as I hung there helplessly. Then, when I was naked, my destroyed loincloth was tossed out into the audience.
My hips were grabbed and I was turned around several times, allowing spectators in the audience to view my stretched nudity from all angles. My naked buttocks were swatted by a female dancer several times in melodramatic fashion to call attention to my ass.
A male dancer conspicuously cupped my balls and grabbed the shaft of my cock several times, much to the approval of the spectators in the audience. And each time he touched me, my cock became harder and more erect. By the time he was finished playing with my genitals, my cock was rock hard and pointing straight up.
A female dancer than pranced out onto stage, carrying a long, thin whip. She cracked it once, causing it to whistle through the air. And then it made a loud
CRACK
as the end of the whip snapped across the stage.
I squirmed in helpless frustration and fear as I knew she was about to whip me all over and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her. Out in the audience, people held their breath in anticipation of seeing my naked skin reddened.
* * * * *
I awoke before the women began to whip me and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I was naked in bed, but I didn't remember removing my micro-thong swimsuit. I surmised Nari must have stripped me naked while I was sleeping.
I staggered naked to the bathroom to pee and once I was finished, I decided to grab a shower to help me wake up.
I stepped into the shower once the water had reached the preferred temperature. And not long after that, Nari walked in and began to shed his clothes.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked. And then, before I even had a chance to answer, he opened the shower door and stepped into the shower with me.
"Stand with your hands against the wall," Nari ordered, "I'll wash you."
My submissive instincts kicked in and I placed my hands on the wall above me and I spread my legs, giving Nari access to every inch of me. It didn't take Nari any time at all to take advantage of the position I was in and his soap slick hands almost immediately began to touch me all over.
He soaped me up as he teased my nipples, glided his hands across my chest and ran his hands up and down the curves of my buttocks, before working his fingers into tight seam between my butt cheeks.
I gasped when his fingers rubbed up and down across the sensitive, pink flesh of my anus and then he forced his fingers inside me.
It doesn't matter if it's a man's cock, a silicone dildo or somebody's probing fingers, any time somebody spears my anus, it always causes me to feel helpless and subjugated. And as Nari's fingers thrust deeper and explored the interior of my ass, I gasped and felt powerless.
I kept my legs spread and my hands up against the wall, but I squirmed, and my breathing became ragged and Nari's fingers impaled me deeper and the soap stung my tender membranes. My cock had been semi-hard when I had stepped into the shower, but as Nari anally probed me, my cock became extremely hard and fully erect.
I moaned and my cock throbbed with intense sexual need, but instead of bringing me to orgasm, Nari squatted and leisurely washed my legs. He did a thorough job, soaping up my thighs, then my calves and then the soles of my feet. After I had been thoroughly soaped, I stood there panting in obvious sexual need as Nari rinsed me.
Then he handed me the bar of soap and told me to do him.
With my cock at full erection, I was more interested in sex than hygiene, but my relationship with Nari had changed over the past few months and I had become shockingly obedient. No matter how unpleasant the task, I tended to follow Nari's orders without hesitation.
It was an incredibly intimate moment. We were both naked, my cock was fully erect, and I lathered Nari's naked body from his shoulders all the way down to his ankles. Of course, I devoted about a thousand times more effort lathering up Nari's ass and thighs than was necessary.
Nari has beautifully toned legs and well-defined glutes. Feeling his bare buttocks underneath my fingertips was a guilty pleasure. His ass is sculpted perfection. I spent an inordinate amount of time admiring his perfectly shaped buttocks and running my hands up and down them, feeling up his smooth skin and the firm, well-toned muscles just underneath. My boyfriend has a delicious ass, and when given a chance to fondle it, I wasn't going to pass it up.
I squatted behind Nari, and when I completed the task of lather and rinsing his adorable ass, I kept my hands on his hindquarters and slid my tongue into the tight furrow between his buttocks.
Nari moaned and spread his legs further apart, encouraging me to continue my efforts. I spread his boyish buttocks apart and worked my tongue in deeper.
"Oh, God," Nari gasped as my tongue probed his pink, hairless anus. At some point the sensations of me toying with his anus became too intense and Nari ordered me to stop.
I began to stand up, but then Nari firmly placed his hands on my shoulders and said, "No, stay on your knees."
I dutifully obeyed and then Nari positioned his hard, swollen cock near my face. I could see a dollop of precum at the tip of his penis and a bulging vein along the underside of his shaft. It was obvious to me what Nari wanted, and then my boyfriend gently touched the side of my face and said, "Now, open your mouth."
Nari's cock is imposing when it's hard, both in length and in thickness, but I've taken it in my mouth before. I licked the swollen head and then the entire shaft was shoved into my mouth. I tried to relax my jaw as Nari shoved his thick member inside me and then I sucked on it vigorously.
The spray from the shower continued to rain down on me as I dutifully sucked Nari's cock. I held onto Nari's slick obliques, wet legs or the curves of his beautiful ass as he thrust in and out of my mouth. Nari made a series of vowel-sounds as I sucked on his swollen member, he gasped and moaned, and I could feel his cock twitch and pulse in my mouth. It was almost like I could feel his heart beating. "Ohhh," Nari moaned, and I could feel him getting closer to orgasm. He shoved himself deeper and deeper into my mouth and his moaning became more frantic as he repeatedly shoved the head of his cock into the back of my throat. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh Gaaawwwwd," he cried out and he gasped and panted uncontrollably, as his thighs trembled and spasmed and he almost collapsed onto the floor.
When Nari reached his sexual climax, it was like a pipe had burst. I grabbed onto his ass tightly and my mouth was flooded with his hot juices and he continued to pant and spasm, long after the actual orgasm was over.
"Oh, God, that was good,"
Nari proclaimed, his voice soft and reverential.
I held onto his athletic thighs, as the shower spray beat down on both of us and I stayed down there on my knees until the water got cold and we both got out of the shower.
* * * * ** * * * ** * * * *
Later that morning, Christopher paid us a visit. According to the rules, I had to be naked, so Christopher was able to eye my naked body with prurient interest and I wasn't allowed to object. It was weird. Christopher and I used to be friends and roommates. It wasn't until after I moved out of Christopher's apartment that he started treating me like a sex object.
Christopher had me go into the kitchen to get him a mug of coffee and I noticed him checking out my ass as I walked away. Being sexually objectified should have offended me, but instead, I found myself strangely excited and sexually aroused at the way Christopher treated me.
"There are stripes on that cute ass of yours," Christopher informed me when I brought him his coffee. "Did Nari whip you?"
"It wasn't Nari," I explained.
"Well, somebody marked you up," Christopher said before he took a sip of his coffee.
