I was late for school on Tuesday. The previous evening, the boys each took a turn finger fucking me to orgasm, and it left me needing the extra sleep. But despite this I was longing for more. I got home with the familiar sense of excitement mixed with a little trepidation.
There was just one thing on my bed waiting for me when I got home. It was a thick, black dog collar, a silver disk with 'EMMA' engraved in italics hung from it.
I was stripped naked, my new collar around my neck. When the boys got home, I was waiting for them in the lounge. I was standing in the middle of the room, with my arms folded behind my back.
Bobby and Paul high fives when they saw me.
"The collar suits you," Paul said.
"Thank you sir," I replied.
"Do you know why we gave it to you?" As he asked the question he reached out and grabbed hold of one of my breasts. The familiar sensations washed over me.
"No sir."
"Because you're our pet. Our obedient pet," he added. "Say it."
"I'm your obedient pet."
"You know sis," Kevin said. "Over the weekend we made lots of plans on how we were going to slowly train you up. How we were going to try and twist and manipulate you into doing what we wanted. We agreed that our aim was to get you like this: naked and wearing that collar. It was the ultimate prize. We thought it would take months, if we could do it at all. But in the end it only took one day. Do you know why it was so quick?"
"No sir."
"It's these big tits," as he said it reached up and grabbed one. Paul was still busy with the other. "And this wet pussy," he added sliding a finger inside my slickening passage.
"You're a slave to your body, to how we can make you feel. As long we keep giving your body the attention it craves we own you."
I knew he was right.
Bobby came forward. He had four strips of fabric.
"Hold out your hands."
Kevin and Paul took a strip of fabric each from Bobby and wrapped them around my wrists. The fabric had buckles attached which they used to secure them. Bobby and Frank we're doing the same thing to my ankles.
They then turned their attention to the dining room table. It's a big, solid wooden table. Over seven feet long. It took all 5 boys to heft it onto one end with the tabletop against the wall, and the 4 legs sticking out. They had tied a length of rope across the top two table legs.
"Stand between the table legs with your feet apart," Justin ordered.
"Yes sir," I said and took up the position, with my arms folded behind my back.
"Feet wider," he said.
"Yes sir."
My feet were more than shoulder width apart now, my pussy open and exposed.
Bobby and Frank quickly secured my feet where they were, wrapping lengths of rope around the bottom table legs, and through rings on the sides of the fabric strips on my ankles.
"Hands in front of you."
"Yes sir."
Another length of rope was passed through the rings on my wrist cuffs; I realised that that's what they were. This held my hands together. Justin tossed it over the rope above my head; the one running between the top table legs. He then pulled the other end down, dragging my arms into the air. Finally he tied off the end, holding me in this position; arms high in the air. My body stretched and open. My big breasts sticking out taught from my rib cage. Legs spread wide.
They stood around me, appraising their handy work and the effect it had on my body. They were obviously pleased with the results.
They all came in at once, hands and mouths everywhere. Paul locked his lips on mine and drove his tongue into my mouth. I kissed back, somewhere in the back of my mind, it registered that this was my first kiss. It was certainly not how I imagined it would be.
There were fingers in my pussy, on my clit. Hands on my breasts, mouths sucking at my nipples. The sensations flooded my body. Wave after wave of intense pleasure. I could feel an organism building. With the overload of sensations, it only took a couple of minutes. But just before it came crashing over me they stopped.
They all stopped at the same moment. They stepped away from my body and watched me. I was breathing hard; great gulps of air rasping in and out of my lungs. My legs had crumpled, my arms taking all my weight.
It took me a few moments to realise they had stopped. My breathing slowed, my approaching orgasm subsided.
I straightened my knees, taking the weight of my hands. And looked from boy to boy. My body hungry for attention, desperate for orgasmic relief. But tied up as I was I could do nothing about it.
They said nothing, just stood gazing at my body. Then as suddenly as they stopped the were on me again. Hands and mouths busy on my body. Once again building me towards the delicious orgasm I so desperately craved. I was right on the tip, ready for the joyous explosion, when they stopped again.
"Noooo," I screamed.
They all laughed.
"What's wrong sis," Keviy asked.
