I'll start this chapter with an overview of what happened in the two to three weeks after Gabriella, Gloria and Stefania arrived. I hope you like it and that it provides you an outline to better enjoy and understand my incredible experience as the willing, eager, naked and total sex slave to these five women.
Toward the end of this chapter, I'll return to detailing delicious highlights of that exciting day I met Gloria and Stefania, and Gabriella joined the fun.
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We remained near the villa for the first few weeks of my fantasy-come-true. And what a fantasy, what a situation: five free females, and I their only sex slave.
They wore clothes as they liked, ate and drank whenever they liked, and did whatever they liked, especial with me, their nude plaything.
Though I was their slave property, I was not a passive participant. I wanted all this. I too initiated situations and activities. I worked with my owners and mistresses to come up with ideas. I talked with each to learn what turned them on, and vice versa. This was my fantasy originally, after all.
They were the ones in charge, however. They were free, while I, in contrast, was the only one always naked, always aroused, always wet. I was the only one who had to obey. I was the only one erotically humiliated, whipped, pinched, whimpering, crawling, bowing, tied and eating from bowls on the floor. I was the only one who was an utterly owned sex slave.
Yes, they could do what they wanted, and I the slave had to obey. However, taking the larger view, I was doing what I wanted too - I had clearly and firmly set all this in motion. I was living my dream.
Yes, I more than loved being the only naked (and usually bound) plaything of these five women!
I was in ecstasy.
And agony. It wasn't easy.
I desperately craved orgasms. They continually brought me close, but not over. It's called "edging." Sometimes I cried when being denied after a long buildup, my hips writhing and thrusting in longing. Some of them loved to have long sessions in which they repeatedly brought me close to orgasm and suddenly stopped, over and over and over again. It was a thrill for them to watch me gyrate vainly, moan and beg in desperation, and see my loins and thighs coated in sex juices. They confessed to enjoying this method of power tripping. Yes, I had influence and was a co-creator, but they had the true control.
They loved seeing my various emotions, including crying. Edging me was only one way to induce my emotions, but a favorite way. My emotions were an entertaining drama show, and one of the ways they proved they really did own me, a concept that aroused us all - me the most.
This orgasm denial also kept me the way they wanted me: in a state of constant lust-crazed heat. I couldn't help but be aroused by the erotic humiliation of my loins constantly exposed,
especially when dripping sex juice. They all knew and loved that I was aroused by the humiliation of streams of sex juice on my thighs. That was exciting proof that their lesbian total sex slave was super-charged to serve and entertain.
I WANTED them to keep me sex-crazy. It was difficult, but such frequent near-orgasm ensured I would deliver on my promise to be a sex-obsessed slave, doing anything they wanted.
And of course it's wonderful to be aroused.
Another important effect of edging and orgasm denial was psychological: they were in control of my orgasms. I had to please them, obey, earn and beg for that rare orgasmic bliss. One the rare occasions I orgasmed, it was explosive.
Sometimes I had to exert all my concentration and discipline to AVOID orgasm. The effort to avoid orgasm without permission was challenging. In such an extreme and constantly heightened state of arousal, it didn't take much for me to orgasm - a light flick of a mistress' finger, the slightest movement of the dildo inside when I was in the top-of-stool bondage, or application of labia clips near my clitoris could trigger waves of sensations.
My owners and I dreamed of when I would orgasm without touch, simply from being in a mind-blowing submissive situation, such as extreme humiliation or a whipping session.
That touchless orgasm didn't happen in the first week.
What did happen over the next few days and weeks:
NUTRITION
I went through a diet adjustment.. slight headaches for three days, a kind of a withdrawal from sugar and other junk foods.
I was already into fitness and health and ate healthfully, but too often treated myself.
As the sex slave, a "treat" became foods like the inner tender celery stalk instead of the tougher outer stalks, or black beans with mild spices instead of plain. Fruit was by far the best treat, my dessert. That's as it should be anyway for all humans, Gabriela would often say.
Gabriela, the nutritionist, made certain I consumed diverse nutrients, even hand-feeding me a couple of supplements daily. These supplements were of the highest quality and designed for vegans. Gabriela also made sure I drank a lot of water, mostly out of bowls in the floor, of course.
I suppose I gained some nutrients too from all their sex juices!
Sometimes when I whimpered about food, they would help me get past my pangs by letting me drink lots of water, which had the extra benefit of making me pee a lot. It was excitingly humiliating to have to pee while any of them watched. Sometimes, usually when my pee was so diluted it was basically water, I'd be ordered to lap it up for added erotic humiliation.
Other times I begged or whined for food, they'd give me lots of raw celery, cabbage, carrots, broccoli and the like. Super healthful and filling, and gave me the satisfaction of chewing a lot.
Yet other times I would be ordered to suffer through my hunger pangs. Other times they'd order me to beg piteously, but then deny me. That was another way to prove to all of us that I was truly owned and utterly their slave property.
Exercise helped somehow to reduce feelings of hunger. Activities like crawling, serving as ponyslave, gardening, pony prancing practice and many other forms of exercise were ordered. I myself suggested exercises sometimes.
Sometimes I'd be hangry, but was usually successful in maintaining obedience. When I wasn't, my hangriness sometimes entertaining them, especially the harsher Sassa and Stefania. They would of course usually discipline me, sometimes painfully.
The combination so much exercise, chores and withdrawal from sugar made me quite meek. I endured times of wearily, weakly stumbling along, humbled and obedient.
Another way to push me past hunger: "chew toys." They would say "eat this, slave" and push a dildo into my mouth, or order me to suck and chew on a dildo glued to a wall or floor.
Anything I was fed tasted very good, even the raw tough vegetables. My taste buds adjusted to the pint could appreciate subtle flavors. I no longer craved sugar or animal fat. I found I didn't want even a taste of fatty sweets like ice cream, partially because they no longer held as much appeal.
Frequent hunger helped me appreciate any food, and these intermittent fasts slimmed me, calmed me (once I was used to them), help me think clearly. I even perfected my blood metrics (like cholesterol and glucose).
My owners and mistresses all enjoyed the food power they had over me. We all got off on my begging.
There were many times that my hunger created a sense of powerlessness and subservience. It made my slavery real... and that's what I had craved to experience in my fantasy.
Why am I so aroused when I am hand-fed or begging for a morsel? It's that incredible sex fantasy that powers up my libido. It's probably from an association in my mind-sex system from years ago. I don't yet understood fully why, but it's simply true, powerfully true.
I was already slim, but I became super lean, and muscled:
