Aimee came over. Anna was there too, as I'd come to expect by now.
I've known Aimee for years. We first met when we both attended ballet classes taught by the same teacher. She's had a crush on me for the entire time that she's known me, but it wasn't until just recently that she worked up the courage to say anything about it.
"It's not easy telling another girl that you have the hots for her," Aimee explained, looking at me. "If you tell it to the wrong girl, it can blow up in your face. It's scary. But after you became a slave, you just seemed so much more approachable."
I looked at Anna, not sure how or even if I should reply. Anna was looking directly at Aimee, and most definitely not at me.
"Slaves are conditioned to be polite," Anna responded, smiling at Aimee for several more seconds that seemed like forever. "Rudeness in a slave is always punished."
It was good that Aimee waited until I was a slave to express her feelings for me. Back when we first met, I was ostensibly straight. During my time as a slave, my sexuality broadened. I can now feel intense sexual arousal with females as well as males. This will become obvious.
"I think it's cute that you have a crush on Candice," Anna continued, still not looking my way. "What would you like to do with her?"
Aimee described her recurring fantasies about skinny dipping with me and asked if we could do that. Anna was my mistress, and it was clear Aimee understood, after attending my punishment, that she had to ask her permission before doing anything with me.
I think she also realized that if Anna agreed, it was not up to me to say yes or no. It excited me to know Anna had that much control over me. I can't explain the psychology behind it, but being Anna's property was intensely exciting.
* * *
The following Monday morning Anna drove the three of us up to Lake Morgan to swim naked. The sun was just peeking over the horizon as we left, but in spite of getting out of bed before dawn Aimee was so thrilled she was bouncing up and down in the car as Anna drove. Her enthusiasm was infectious and the more she gushed and bounced, the more I found myself looking forward to the upcoming festivities.
On a Monday morning most people would be at work or at school, and the lake was in a remote location, so we would have the whole lake to ourselves.
When we got there, Anna parked the car. Then she ordered me to help Aimee get undressed. Aimee stood near the vehicle with a manic smile as I got down on my knees and pulled off her shoes and socks. I kept looking up at her. Aimee's smile was so cute, it was hard to look away. If you could see how adorable Aimee looked, you'd understand perfectly why Anna wanted her and me to be together.
As did I.
I unzipped and unsnapped the front of her jeans. Then I pulled her pants down for her. Aimee pulled off her own shirt and Anna began the process of loading our clothes into the back seat of the car.
I was the last one to get undressed. Both Anna and Aimee watched me intently as I shed my clothes. I took off my shoes and socks. Aimee's gaze became even more intense as I grasped the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up to reveal my flat belly, my ribcage, and my boobs.
I tugged the t-shirt over my head and unbuttoned my jeans. Anna grabbed my T-shirt and threw it in the car. I pushed the jeans, with some difficulty, down past my thighs, exposing my nylon/spandex panties. When I finally removed my jeans completely, and I was standing there in the tall grass in just my low-rise panties, both Aimee and Anna looked at me with palpable anticipation, almost as if they'd never seen me naked before and were eager for their first glimpse ever at my bald pubes.
My panties were tiny, basically a low-rise G-string that covered my vulva and nothing else. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and yanked it down. Once the skimpy garment was on the ground, Anna snatched it up and tossed it into the backseat of the car, along with the rest of my clothes.
Aimee's eyes examined my naked body with an intensity that filled my stomach with butterflies.
The look on her face made me breathe funny and made my blood surge hot in my veins. The more blatantly she stared, the more intently she studied my naked body, the more I felt a throbbing urgency in my loins. It's amazing how a person can become sexually aroused from just an eager, hungry look, but that look on her face was a huge emotional trigger for me.
The three of us got into the lake, but it was difficult to concentrate on swimming. The water was freezing cold, and Aimee kept pinning me down with that look, like I was a yummy treat, and she couldn't wait to eat me.
At one point we were both treading water. Aimee looked adoringly into my eyes and said, "My nipples are rock hard right now."
"Because the water is so cold?" I asked.
Aimee didn't answer my question. My nipples were similarly achingly hard and erect. Yes, the cold water had something to do with it, but let's be honest—I was riding a potent wave of sexual arousal and that had something to do with it too.
When Anna, Aimee and I emerged from the lake, all three of us were cold and dripping wet. I shivered, and Aimee wrapped her arms around me. At first it was nice to simply share body heat, but I warmed up rapidly, and within moments she was kissing me.
The kiss seemed to generate more warmth than just Aimee and I huddling our bodies together. My heart pounded out a high-spirited, jubilant drumbeat as I responded to her passionate kiss and felt her wet, naked body pressed intimately into mine.
I moaned into Aimee's mouth as her tongue caressed mine, creating tingly feelings that began with my tongue but traveled all down my body, making my pussy throb with hungry spasms, re-stiffening my no longer cold nipples into hard, swollen nubs.
In between passionate kisses, Aimee made sexy, panting, heavy breathing noises—I loved the sounds that she made. And then we were kissing again, and I felt her wicked tongue sliding teasingly over mine.
At some point while we were kissing, Aimee's hand drifted down and took hold of one of my buttocks, fondling it as our kissing became more passionate. My heart raced.
Anna felt neglected, and she wasn't going to put up with that, so the two women were soon sharing me. If Aimee objected to that it was too bad, but it didn't appear she did. They passed me back and forth; I would hold one woman in my arms as we kissed passionately, while the other stood behind me, fondling my buttocks, kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. Then I would be passed off to the other and their roles would reverse.
While Aimee and I kissed, Anna grabbed my buttocks with both hands and lovingly fondled my curves. Of course, while Anna's hands enjoyed the feel of my naked backside, I reached down and grabbed one of Anna's buttocks. My fingers started at the back of her thigh and worked their way up to the firm flesh of her butt. Anna's butt was sculpted perfection. Her glutes were perfectly shaped, hard, firm, lean muscle, sheathed in soft, flawless skin. Just touching it made me feel this delicious sort of excitement in my inner being.
They switched.
My tongue mingled with Anna's as we kissed, and we both moaned into each other's mouth. I pressed my naked body against hers, and her skin felt deliciously smooth and slippery. Her bare thighs pressed against my thighs, her bare breasts casually brushed against my breasts and the side of her face nuzzled against my face. I could feel sexual heat radiating from her soft, smooth skin.
I held onto Aimee's left buttock and allowed two of my fingers to probe into the tight furrow between her sublime exquisite butt cheeks. She squirmed and made a girlish noise of indignation when my fingers grazed the tender flesh of her anus. Every noise she made was adorable. Every movement each of them made was erotic. I was enjoying both of them so much; I wanted this to go on forever.
I didn't really notice when Anna and I broke from our kiss, but at some point, our torsos separated and Anna took both of my breasts in her hands and began to roll my nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. The pressure and friction from Anna's loving fingers made my swollen nipples so distended and overstimulated that they ached, but it was a delicious sort of ache. It made me moan, and I arched my back and thrust my chest out, inviting Anna to continue her efforts at arousing my nipples.
And while Anna paid amorous attention to my nipples, Aimee wrapped an arm lovingly around my waist, snaked a hand between my thighs, and cupped my swollen, delicate pubic lips.
I felt exhilarated, and tingly. Anna and Aimee had inflamed my libido, and every touch of their fingertips, lips or tongues seemed to spur my libido to even more wanton heights. I felt shamelessly sexual. I wanted these women to have their way with me, to make me their naked, wanton bitch. I wanted them to have access to all my naughty bits and arouse my passions until my brain shut down completely and I was just a mindless naked screaming creature of wanton orgasmic pleasure.
Anna went on and on, arousing my nipples, inflaming them, eliciting tingly, naughty excitement from them. Her hands were magic on my naked flesh, and the tingly feeling in my nipples expanded across my naked body and inflamed the naughty, throbbing sensations in my loins as well.
While Anna toyed with my nipples one of Aimee's fingers worked its way into my damp sex and explored deeply. Then one finger became two, two fingers that thrust slowly in and out of me, making the throbbing in my loins even more delicious and urgent.
My own hands traveled across Anna's warm, naked body, taking hold of her hips, waist, or buttocks. My hands seemed to move without any instructions from me. I was overwhelmed by the flood of sensations as Anna and Aimee played with my naked body, and I seemed to do everything on impulse. The higher functions of my brain were mostly shut down at this point, and I was largely just responding to highly pleasurable external stimuli.
"Oh, Uh, huhhh, Uhhh,"
I said, making inarticulate vowel-sounds instead of words.
Once again Aimee and Anna traded places. Aimee and I were suddenly face to face while Anna fondled me from behind. Aimee's body was still wet and slippery, and I squealed with delight as she held me close and rubbed her slippery, naked body playfully against mine. My whole body felt tingly and energized. I leaned in close to Aimee and rubbed myself against her. The wetness of our bodies made the sensations of rubbing up against Aimee far more delicious. And at some point, Aimee eased her glistening wet thigh between my legs. I worked my plump pubic lips against her thigh and humped her leg like some sort of shameless slut.
While I was focused on Aimee I felt a strong grip, suddenly, on my wrist, and first one arm, then the other, was twisted forcefully behind my back.
