Are we ready for a night of total submission? The question leaves a tense, vibrating silence in the living room. Jennie stands before us on the other side of the dining table, her hands behind her back, carefully scrutinizing our faces. Sonya and Sarah are behind us, out of sight, but I feel their stares burning in my neck. Our necks. My excitement from before has died down a bit, but is still shimmering somewhere below the surface. Now it mixes with doubt and anxiety. I may be ready, but what about the others? Claire probably feels ready, but what is she expecting? Does she have any idea what she is in for? Do I have any idea? And how does Megan feel about the whole thing?
We look at each other, once again unsure who is going to take the lead.
"What exactly does total submission imply?" Megan asks.
"Primarily that from now on, you would be wearing these!"
Jennie puts her hand forward to place three pieces of some soft, black leather-like material on the table. She holds one of them up to reveal that they are face masks, covering the eyes, but leaving mouth and nose free.
"Yes!" Megan whispers. I can see her shaking slightly, biting her lip. The excitement seems to be creeping up on her again, perhaps by remembering our afternoon blindfold session.
"I am so ready!" Claire blurts out. I nod silently in agreement, feeling a rush through my body. Being a servant is one thing, being handcuffed another. But being deprived of vision is yet another level. It means you must fall fully and confidently into the arms of your mistress. And I am ready, OMG I am ready. My anxiety subsides. The others have answered for themselves. Whatever happens next, it cannot be my responsibility.
Jennie scrutinizes us an extra time.
"Are you sure?"
We all nod in unison.
"Let's do it, then!" She goes behind us, and I see her carefully putting the mask over Claire's head, making sure that it fits comfortably. Moments later, it is my turn. The light disappears as the mask goes over my eyes. I will perhaps not see it again for many hours. The leather is nice and soft. When Jennie is done adjusting it, I can hardly feel its presence. Except for the fact that I am blind, of course. I can vaguely hear that she puts the last mask over Megan's head besides me. Someone's breath is picking up, probably Meg's. Standing freely in the darkness, I feel wonderfully helpless.
I hear the other mistresses moving around, and then the handcuffs around my wrists are opened up. Sonya undresses me, taking off my shirt, and relieving me of my pants and panties. Finally she opens my bra and removes it. She lets her hands slide softly but firmly over my naked body, feeling its curves. I am very excited now.
With the vision gone, my other senses are already highly sharpened. I hear Sonya moving to stand in front of me. And then she quickly grabs around my legs and lower back to throw me over her shoulder. It is so sudden and surprising that I let out an abrupt little scream.
"Yeah girl, over you go!" she says, slapping my bottom softly. But it is not the beginning of a spanking. Instead I feel a rocking motion as she carries me somewhere. Her steps seem to grow short and cautious for a while, and I guess that she is carrying me down the stairs into the basement. Makes good sense. I wonder what they have in store for us down there?
Sonya puts me down onto my feet again, on some kind of semi-soft surface, like a mat or something. Shortly afterwards I sense the close presence of Meg and Claire as well. I am pushed closely against someone, recognizes Meg's firm, slim body. Ropes begin to go around us, squeezing us tight. Our faces are very close, we feel each other's breath. I think Claire is also squeezed up against Meg's back. My lips seek out Meg's, and we enter a soft, warm, dwelling kiss, as the ropes are spun around our bodies. I don't know if we are allowed to do that, but I am ready to face my punishment if we are not.
Sonya lifts up my hands, tie them behind my back, well above my bottom. From there, a rope is pulled down between my buttocks, and under me, under us. It is wonderfully soft, with knots that rub against our pussys as we move our hands what little we can. The tight ropes that now surround our bodies completely arouse us further, stimulating the blood flow. We are pressed tightly up against each other as well. I am getting very hot, and slightly sweaty now. And we are all quivering with excitement, like one big horny organism.
When our mistresses are finally done with the ropes, I feel a soft, tickling sensation running down my neck, and over my buttocks, which are left bare by the ropes, except for the one going down between them.
"Now, can you guess what this is?" Sonya asks behind me.
"A flogger!" Claire answers immediately. Apparently, she is being teased in the same way.
"Yes. A soft flogger with light tails." I say. Easy, that one.
"Correct, both of you! And you can probably also guess what those floggers are yearning to do right now?"
"Oh yeah!" I say, softly.
I hear the rushing, swooshing sound of the flogger as she swings it, and feel the stinging explosion in my buttocks. The sound is somehow doubled, and I hear Claire let out a deep sigh behind Megan's back. They are flogging us both, simultaneously. I feel a little jolt in Meg as well, and she gasps slightly, like she feels the effect of the whips through us. The first lash is allowed to settle for a few seconds. Megan's body is trembling against mine, and she is breathing heavily into my left ear. It almost tickles. I can also hear Claire's breath, a bit further away. Then the next lash hits. And the next, and the next, and the next.
