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.
"Please sir, I need to cum."
They laughed again.
"Do you think that's up to you?" Paul asked. "Do you think you get to decide if and when you cum?"
"No sir," I replied meekly.
"No sir is right," Frank cut it. "You belong to us now. What we do with your body is our decision. We decide if you get to orgasm or not."
With that he reached forward and ran his fingers into my pussy, out and over my clit. He softly stroked back and forth over my clit. Building me back to an organism again. But as before, just as it was about to crash over, he stopped, stepped back and let me regain my composure.
He looked into my eyes grinning. "Something wrong?" he asked.
"No sir," I replied.
"It's pretty easy to tell when you're about to come," he said. "We could keep you here all evening, bringing you to the edge over and over again. But never giving you an organism. What do you think about that."
The idea was a little scary. It had only been 20 minutes since they'd tied me up. My body was bursting with need. I knew the more times they bought me close, the quicker it would be each time. My mum wouldn't be home for another 7 hours. They could bring me up and drop me down hundreds of times in 7 hours.
"It's not up to me sir," I replied. "My body belongs to you, it's for you to decide what to do with it."
"I think she's ready for the coffee table," Bobby said to the others.
It suddenly struck me that they were working to a plan. I thought back to the way they'd tied me to the dining table. They all knew their part. How they'd bought me to the edge then stopped. They'd all moved as one. Suddenly it all made sense. They wanted me compliant, even more compliant than I'd already been. They had worked my body to the point I would do anything for an organism. But even as I thought all this, all that mattered was that organism.
They quickly had me untied, and moved me over to the coffee table. I was a little shaky on my legs, so was grateful for the support.
They had me stand at the end of the low wooden coffee table with my legs spread. My ankles were secured to the table legs holding them wide. Then they had me put my hands on the sides of the table. They wrapped a rope around the table a few times and tied my hands to it.
The position had my bent forward at a 45 degree angle. My feet and hands more than shoulder width apart. My big breasts both hanging down, and sticking out from my chest.
They appraised their handy work with obvious pleasure. Finally they wrapped a scarf around my head, covering my eyes.
Then they were on me again. Hand and mouths bringing me to the point of orgasm for the fourth time before stopping.
It felt different this time. Being blindfolded, not knowing where they were or what they were doing, added a nervousness and heightened my senses.