Candice In Suburbia Ch 12

My story begins one Saturday morning. I was on our hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor. Of course, I was naked. Anna believes that nudity is important for me. It helps to keep me humbled and reminds me of my status.

While I worked, there was a knock at the door, and I continued to apply the scrub brush to a stubborn stain. I presumed that Anna would attend to the knocking at the door.

"Answer the door, Candice," Anna said to me, and she eyed me very intently, as if daring me to disobey.

A multitude of my friends and neighbors had already seen me naked, but I still got butterflies in my stomach at the prospect of exposing my naked body. The fact that I had no idea who was at the door just made my feelings of unease even more intense. Until I opened the door, I had to deal with the torment of imagining the worst possible scenarios for what sort of people might end up ogling my naked body.

My bare feet padded across the floor as I walked out of the kitchen. My heart pounded madly against my ribcage, the sound becoming louder and louder in my ears. I tensed, sweat breaking out all over my body as I opened the door. I felt faint, and my eyes clouded over for a second or two. When I regained my vision, I was staring at an elegant, dapper woman in her late thirties or early forties. She was dressed in stylish black boots, black slacks, a custom-tailored black blazer, and a black dress shirt.

It was my neighbor, Mrs. Patron. She's seen me naked before. Indeed, Anna had loaned me to her so she could fondle me, abuse me and use me for sex. However, standing next to her was an eighteen-year-old that hadn't seen me naked before, and I felt myself blushing crimson as she openly stared at me.

The teenager was pale and blonde and wore a black t-shirt with the Batman logo. She gazed upon my naked boobs and shaved pubic lips, and her jaw dropped. She was wearing glasses and had the look of a bookish college student with very little experience in socialization.

Mrs. Patron smirked with amusement as I squirmed with embarrassment, and then she cheerfully said, "Mila, this is Candice. Candice, this is my daughter, Mila. She's visiting for a week, and I wanted her to take advantage of you while she's here."

"Take advantage of me?" I asked tremulously.

"Oh yes," my middle-aged neighbor responded. "My daughter recently came out to me, but she's quite inexperienced with girls. And I thought that it would be good for her to get some experience with you. She'll never find a more cooperative partner than you. Don't you agree?"

So, I was to be used to introduce Mila into the world of lesbian sex? In a way, it made sense. Nobody would be a more cooperative partner for initiating a young, inexperienced, awkward girl into the world of lesbian sex. A sex slave will never laugh at an inexperienced partner or mock their lack of knowledge; however, I couldn't help but feel I was being treated more like a sex object and less like an actual human being.

And then Anna appeared behind me. She cheerfully greeted both Mrs. Patron and her daughter, then she turned to me and said, "Turn around, Candice. I want Mila to see you from every angle."

I groaned and gave Anna a plaintive look.

"Slow turn," Anna insisted. "You're very beautiful and I want Mila to have a chance to admire every inch of your exquisite body."

I could feel my cheeks flaming with shame, but I obeyed, turning so my neighbor and her teenage daughter could see my reddened buttocks and then again to show my breasts and my shaved sex.

"She's gorgeous," Mila gushed. "You totally undersold her. She's far more beautiful than I could have imagined."

"Would you like to touch her?" Anna asked. "You don't need her consent. She's a sex slave now. She has no sexual autonomy. Anyone can grope her as long as I approve."

Mila looked to her mother as if looking to her for permission. Her mother gave a slight nod, and then Mila smiled, reached out, and took my breasts into her hands.

She lovingly squeezed them, lifted them up, pushed them together and kneaded them like bread dough while I tensed up and did my best to keep my hands at my sides as the pale, bespectacled teenager touched me everywhere.

"Oooohhh!"

I was unable to stifle a gasp when she worked her thumbs back and forth across my already stiff nipples, and I visibly trembled. My nipples were extremely responsive and throbbed urgently when she touched them.

I shivered and tried to stifle my moans. Then she reached between my legs and firmly felt my exposed pubic lips. They were swollen and wet with my own juices. The more Mila humiliated me, the more aroused I became. And as Mila kneaded my moist pubic lips in her hand, my intense levels of arousal became obvious.

"Oh wow," she enthused as she gripped my smooth vulva. "I've never been so attracted to another woman in all my life."

"Would you like to have sex with her?" Anna inquired as she took hold of my wrists and dragged them behind my back, making me feel even more helpless and exposed.

"Not here, not now," Mila said emphatically. "Not with my mother standing here, watching. That would be awkward."

Mrs. Patron and Anna exchanged knowing looks and then Mrs. Patron turned to her daughter and said, "You know what, Mila? I'm going to head back home. I'll leave you and Candice to get better acquainted, and whatever happens, happens."

Mrs. Patron walked away, and Mila gave me an enthusiastic look, like a kid in a candy store. She hugged me, pressing her clothed body against my naked one and Anna suggested that we go inside.

"Let's take this down to the basement," Anna suggested. "I've installed some bondage devices down there for when we decide to make Candice helpless. It adds some excitement to our sex games. Doesn't it Candice?"

I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment, but I timidly agreed with my mistress.

The three of us went downstairs with Anna leading the way, me following my mistress close behind and Mila following directly behind me. She openly stared at my ass and even commented on how perfect it was as she watched.

"I love the way it sways as you walk. I've never seen a girl with an ass like yours. And I go to a school with a lot of girls. Some of them are quite attractive, but none as attractive as you!"

I felt myself blushing as she continued to ogle my bare bottom, and then my bare feet padded across the basement floor, and I felt how cold it was on the soles of my bare feet. Of course, my nipples immediately became hard and stiff once exposed to the cool air of the dark, eerie, subterranean chamber that we had all just entered.

"So, you're really enthralled with my slave's butt cheeks?" Anna asked as I was led deeper into the cold, shadowy basement.

"They're an absolute temptation," Mila replied. "Even if I weren't gay, I think I'd be mesmerized by them. Her buttocks are so perfectly shaped. And the way they sway when she walks is delicious."

"Try smacking her bottom as she walks," Anna suggested. "It'll put an extra sway in her hips, and make her walk look even sexier."

Mila didn't need to be told twice and suddenly I felt a sharp sting across my already sore bottom.

"Ow!"

I exclaimed, and Mila assured me that the way my bottom reacted to being smacked made my walk even sexier.

Anna ordered me to keep walking and invited Mila to smack my butt again as I walked from one end of the basement to the other. Mila made a happy noise that was sort of a mix between a giggle and a squeal, and she followed me around the basement smacking me across my ass every few seconds as I walked ahead of her.

"Ow! Ohh! Aaahhh!"

"Her bottom is even sexier now than it was five minutes ago. Thank you so much for this. This may be the most enjoyable experience of my life."

"Watching a naked slave with perfect buttocks sway her hips for you is quite enjoyable," Anna commented. "But there are other things we can do with her that are even more fun."

There were a number of bondage devices in the basement, and one by one Anna pointed them out to Mila and told her that it was extraordinary fun to make a slave-girl helpless by putting them in bondage. Mila was utterly inexperienced with that sort of thing, but curious enough.

Eventually, Mila pointed to the whipping frame and said she'd like to see me bound to that. So, Anna ordered me to walk over to the whipping frame so I could be secured with my arms and legs far apart.

The merciless whipping frame was constructed of sturdy wood, with leather straps and buckles. When a girl was bound to it, she was bound spread-eagle. This was one of the unkindest ways to bind a girl. With her arms above her head and her legs far apart, it was a posture that left her feeling indecently exposed and vulnerable. Anna and Mila worked together, each sharing in the work of making me helpless.

My ankles were bound far apart, leaving my bald pussy lewdly on display; indeed, all my naughty bits were pornographically exposed.

"When she's bound like this, it shows off her body at its best. Touch her all over," Anna suggested. "She can't stop you. There's no need to be shy. If she complains, just smack her bottom."

I stood there, helplessly bound with my legs open wide, my breasts and pubic lips as completely displayed as possible as Mrs. Patron's teenage daughter ran her hands all over my naked body.

Mila pushed my breasts into my body, flattening them out. Then she kneaded them like bread dough. It was almost as if she were testing them for resiliency. I moaned as she located my stiff, sensitive nipples and rubbed her thumbs across them, making every nerve react, sending millions of tingles throughout my body.

"The sounds she makes when I toy with her nipples is adorable. I intend to make her make that sound again and again. It's music to my ears."

"Aaahhh, aaaaahhhhh, aaaaahhhhh,"

I gasped as Mila played with my breasts. Her eyes locked with mine as her hands explored my defenseless body. Her touch became bolder. My traitorous nipples reacted, swelling, engorging with hot blood. Becoming so sensitive that their aching almost made me scream.

Mila grinned broadly as her fingertips gathered up my areolae, pinching the sensitive tissues gently against the sides of my nipples, beginning a soft squeezing, tugging, rolling action. It was obvious that I had become sexually excited.

I would occasionally flinch or tremble as she roughly squeezed my breasts or cruelly pinched my nipples. It was Mila's first time groping a girl, so she was somewhat awkward, but Anna assured her that she was doing just fine.

"Ohhhhhh!"

While I stood there, naked and helpless in spread-eagle bondage, Mila stroked the moist folds of my sex, causing my shameful levels of arousal to go even higher.

"Mila," I cried hoarsely, my vocal cords barely capable of functioning. My body responded automatically to her touch. I felt humiliated, but a powerful orgasm began to build up inside almost immediately.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Mila asked as she continued to massage my pubic lips.

And as one agonizing wave of desire after another passed through me, Mila stared into my face with intense eyes, watching the emotional reactions on my face as I was helplessly fingered toward a potent, humiliating orgasm.

I've never fingered a woman before," Mila confessed. "Am I doing it right?"

I tried to respond to her question, but all I could do was pant and gasp.

"Huhh, aaahhh, aaahhh, Oh God, AAAHHHH,"

I squirmed as she thrust two fingers deep inside of my wet, throbbing sex. The shame and humiliation I felt was delicious, bound naked in the basement, my legs spread indecently far apart, Anna watching intently as the awkward, inexperienced teenager impaled my pussy on her fingers and relentlessly probed my moist interior.

I squirmed and struggled against the leather straps as I was raped. Wave after agonizing wave passed through me, heating my skin to fever pitch, and making my nipples painfully hard. I moaned and whimpered as my sex throbbed in hungry spasms around Mila's fingers.

I felt a sense of utter surrender to Mila as she manipulated my defenseless pussy and brought me to the edge of an overwhelming, devastating orgasm, only to remove her fingers from my sex and leave me trembling with sexual torment.

My pubic lips closed vainly around nothing. My hips writhed uncontrollably, my sex throbbed vigorously, and I whimpered and moaned at the unjustness of the way Mila was violating me with cruel frustration. I desperately longed for her to thrust her fingers back inside of me and relieve my sexual distress.

Then, Mila licked my juices off her fingers and declared that I was delicious.

"I was afraid that a girl's juices might be gross or unappetizing, but you're a real yummy treat."

And she'd licked my juices off her fingers, she molded her lips to mine and kissed me. Her tongue probed my mouth, and I could taste my own juices. We both moaned as her tongue rolled across mine.

She was a passionate kisser. She held onto me, and her tongue felt so wonderful inside my mouth. My heart raced and I could just imagine what I must have looked like, a young, naked woman, bound spread eagle to a whipping frame while an awkward, enthusiastic teen pressed her clothed body up against that naked, bound woman's body.

I was naked. I was helpless. I was utterly at Mila's mercy. There were feelings of helplessness and vulnerability, but the waves of sexual excitement were far more potent, and I rode those waves as I moaned into Mila's mouth.

I felt blissfully submissive as my body was used and exploited, and I waited to see what Mila would do to me next. Anna suggested that Mila take her clothes off and put me on my knees so I could lick her to orgasm, but she didn't feel right about taking off her clothes in front of people that she barely knew.

"It would feel awkward. I guess I'm kind of shy that way."

"It's okay," Anna said. "Some dominants like for their slaves to be the only one naked. It's a legitimate kink."

Then Mila smoothed her hands across my ribcage, across the taut muscles of my abdomen. She ran her hands across my shoulders, my arms, my ass, my ankles, my calves and pretty much every inch of my helpless naked body, like a blind woman who couldn't know the shape of my body unless she felt it with her fingertips. This was her first time groping a naked woman and she intended to milk it for all it was worth

"Oh! Oooooohh!"

Every touch of her fingers sent tingles cascading throughout my body, heightening my feelings of sexual need. She ran her hands all over my naked body, feeling the smoothness of my skin, feeling the firmness of my muscles, feeling my thighs, my calves and my buttocks. She spent a great deal of time fondling my buttocks. She palmed each individual buttock, felt it, squeezed it, traced her fingers across the swell where the underside of my buttocks met up with the tops of my thighs, and she even forced her fingers into the tight furrow between and lightly grazed my delicate anus with her fingertips.

"Ohhhhh!"

I have something of a phobia about being touched there, but the way I was bound there was nothing I could do to stop her. She could touch me anywhere she wished, probe me, pinch me, finger me, and I just had to hang there in my naked bondage and endure.

"Mila, please!" I screamed in protest as my tight, delicate orifice was violated. She ignored my protests, but eventually moved on, touching every other intimate part of my naked body as well.

My breathing was ragged. The sound of my panting filled the basement, and then Anna said, "What would you like to do with her next? Would you like to whip her? I have a lovely selection of whips on that wall over there."

Mila seemed to be lost in thought for a moment and then she replied, "I've never gone down on a girl before. I think I'd like to try that next."

The way I was bound made my pussy an easy target for Mila's mouth. It was utterly exposed and available for anything Mila wanted to do with it. Anna mentioned this and within seconds, Mila was on her knees, with her head between my legs and I could feel her breath on my sensitive, swollen pubic lips.

Mila was unsure of her cunnilingus skills, and at the outset she would slide her tongue across my pink slit and ask me if she was doing it right. Her tongue felt like magic across my public lips, and I told her she was doing just fine. A few more licks and a few more encouraging words from me and she developed enough self-confidence to just dive right in and make a meal of my dripping wet pussy.

She slid her tongue across my swollen pubic lips, and it was like magic. I felt a surge of sexual electricity as she lapped at my pussy and I involuntarily trembled.

"Oh, God! Ohhh!"

She worked her tongue between my plump labia and located a wealth of responsive nerve endings. She worked her tongue inside of me and I could feel a throbbing pulsing energy beginning to build. My pussy had been wet even before she began, but her tongue was like magic as it explored my vagina and mapped out the location of my most sensitive spots. Before she was done, my sex was overflowing with my juices.

"Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"

Mila pushed the tip of her tongue between my swollen pubic lips as Anna watched and saw how I reacted. My entire body felt tingly as Mila used her mouth on me. My nipples stiffened and throbbed, and I trembled, squirmed, gasped, and thrust my pelvis forward like some sort of shameless slut.

"Ohhhhh!"

My hips swayed, and Mila worked her tongue deep within my moist interior. Occasionally she would look up from her work and make eye contact with me as if she wanted to see the look of raw, libidinous desire on my face. Anna came closer, to get a better look at my naked body as I squirmed and moaned. Any pride or dignity that I might have had before was stripped away from me. I whimpered, bowed my head and averted my eyes, casting them down, gazing at Mila's wavy hair as her head bobbed and her face moved up and down the line of my sex.

I moaned as a delicious wave of heat spread across my body and wave after wave of libidinous desire surged. Then Mila used her fingers to pry my swollen pubic lips apart and jammed her fingers inside of me. She fingered me roughly, plunging her fingers in as far as they could go while simultaneously taking my clit into her mouth and sucking on it.

"Aaahhh, Aaaahhhh, Aaaahhhh, Aaaahhhh!"

I moaned and gasped with unbridled passion while the teenage lesbian went down on me. I panted as Mila simultaneously fingered my g-spot and worked my clit in her mouth. I trembled and squirmed and struggled as my orgasm approached.

I felt almost unbearably vulnerable as I sensed my orgasm approaching. My whole body was bathed in sweat as my orgasm reached the point of no return. I gasped and panted, shuddered, trembled and finally my whole body shook as my pussy spasmed over and over again in orgasmic ecstasy.