I found myself strangely and extraordinarily embarrassed when I saw the leash and collar in Sassa’s hand, for I had somehow felt Gloria and Stefania were more like peers and friends, despite my being stark naked and they fully clothed.
More feelings coursed through me: excited to see lovely and erotically cruel Sassa, on whom I was developing a crush, yet resenting her for only one moment because I wanted more time alone with Gloria and Stefania. Yet the next moment I was relieved to feel that Sassa would take control and soon also the loving, kind yet confidently in control Helen would be managing the situation.
Sassa seemed concerned over how my interaction with the newcomers had been going but as they talked, Sassa seemed to realize that Gloria and Stefania were being their sweet selves and I was actually enjoying their company and even handling my surprise well. Sassa started smiling. It seemed Sassa was more concerned with how handled it, which was a nice feeling: evidence she cared.
I blushed when they talked how obedient I was, how I wouldn’t run and didn’t even need to be restrained to be obedient. Sassa mentioned I more than wanted to be the only naked one… and all the rest…her eyes turning to me as I blushed more.
Sassa decided to not use the collar and leash yet. We walked up to the villa and joined Helen on the veranda. Helen’s eyes widened when she is, but she didn’t seem as surprised as I expected she would.
Upon joining Helen and Gabriella up there, we formed a circle, standing in the sun
So – I was without any bondage – but also without clothes – among five other fully clothed females. I almost couldn’t believe my situation, a dream come true! I felt so alive and excited to be the only one totally naked (and shaved, and sweaty, with faint stripes from being whipped last night), among these pretty, fully-clothed lesbian and bi young ladies..
At first, we stood around talking, getting to know one another better. I was acutely aware every moment I was the only one not fully clothed. Indeed, I was more than naked, because I was shaved so my labia were uncovered and out in the sunshine for all to stare at whenever they wished, and all understood I was the sex (and love) object.
Much of the initial conversation was normal, such as
Helen saying “Gloria, you’ve grown so much since I last saw you!”
I learned they’ve known each for years…
For a little while even I was part of the conversation as if I weren’t naked and a self-submitted enthusiastically and willingly owned sex slave. We talked about our backgrounds and interests and how we met, etc.
Within 15 minutes, halfway through the half hour we stood in a wide circle, the conversation began to turn toward my sexuality.
How I held myself physically was more difficult for me than the others, of course, because I was so very naked and they all fully clothed. I refrained from using my arms and hands to cover my nudity, but I would sometimes turn a little sideways, and for while held my side with my hand so that my forearm crossed my midsection just below my bare perky breasts. I blushed more deeply when Helen pointed out that when I held that posture, my arm didn’t really hide much, and actually accentuated my breasts. All four of the others turned to me at this comment, and Gloria’s mother asked if any of us appreciate art.
Helen and I said “yes”, and Gloria’s mom said such a pose would be good for painting. “Lisa could be our model for an art class I could teach.” It turned out she had art training and ambitions to be a professional painter.
Sassa asked about photography in addition to painting… Gloria’s mother said “sure” and smiled at me, as I blushed even more at the prospect of being studied and stared at nude in different poses.
“Do you mind that, Lisa?” She asked.
Helen and Sassa looked at each other. Helen spoke up to explain that I had already agreed to just about everything when they worked out and signed the “contract.”
Gloria’s mom turned to me again and silently questioned this. I understood her nonverbal and spoke up too.
“That’s correct. I am to do any and all such things, as you wish.
“And in fact, you wish it and want it too” I injected Sassa.
I looked down, and a feeling of incredible self consciousness and embarrassment came over me, as if being the only one naked and everyone already knowing I loved being a lesbian sex slave weren’t enough…. I managed to blurt out in a soft voice “yes, I want it.”
Sassa added rather loudly “And you love it – you crave it? Isn’t that right?”
I glanced at Gloria and Stefania in humiliation before whispering “Yes, I love this and crave it. It’s my dream come true.”
“So it’s OK with you of we take and keep pictures of you?” asked Stefania. All of us smiled because this young one’s question implied a deep interest.
Helen smiled to say it was ok, but she must promise not to share online, at least until she gets written permission. Helen glanced at me… I guessed she and I would talk about that eventually. I nodded slightly.
Helen brought everyone over to the outdoor table… and asked me to sit on a chair like all the non-slaves. I appeared puzzled so Helen explained that we will have a getting-to-know one-another casual preliminary chat before the “games” begin.
Helen facilitated so that we would become familiar and comfortable with one another. I was not treated just yet as the sex slave I was. No one even said anything when I sort-of folded my arms sometimes, semi-covering my bare breasts. Nevertheless, I was the only one naked with five other attractive fully clothed females.
We all learned basics of one another’s lives, and Helen’s intention was achieved as I found each of the three extremely nice, charming and yes, quite attractive.
I agreed with Helen that I felt good about this. I even admitted I was excited.
Stefania then started questions about why I liked bdsm. I immediately blushed and Sassa made my blush deeper by pointing out was blushing.
I explained my journey started quite young with my feelings about being naked, especially among others who were not. Stefania looked me over at that statement… I liked that and smiled. Her smile turned into a grin. For a while it was only her and I speaking and it was flirtatious.
I blushed more as I explained that being the only one naked and the sex slave liberates me because I would be allowed no inhibitions, I am ordered to be utterly sensual and deeply and primitively sexual. And of course this situation of being actually owned property and the only one naked, shaved and exposed – obviously and shamefully aroused – was my ultimate dream fantasy. I was in bliss and felt totally alive.
Stefania did not hide her excitement at my words. Her enthusiasm was encouraging. My guilt and shame over having such powerful passions lessened a bit.
We maintained eye contact and grinned at one another. Sassa commented that we might have a handful keeping these two apart, and we all laughed, relieving the tension I felt.
Helen asked if anyone was thirsty or wanted any breakfast or brunch. When several answered yes, Gabriela stood up. Helen touched her arm and said that Lisa would be doing such things when not “tied up.” I blushed as a Sassa and Gloria laughed at the pun.
Gloria’s mom said, “that’s ok, I’ll still get them… ”
Helen told me to go with her.
In the kitchen with Gabriela, I felt quite self conscious working naked with this fashionably dressed very attractive older woman, but she made me feel accepted and liked – and almost normal – with her conversational skills.
I took the opportunity to ask what she felt about this sexual fantasy, whether she thought I was weird, and about her daughter’s involvement.
“Oh no!” She grinned warmly, looking into my eyes reassuringly. “I understand. I think it’s exciting too. And this is all with friends and nice people who want to help one other live our dreams. Don’t worry, I’m excited too, and attracted.”
She paused to look my nudity up and down. I smiled.
“It’s a little bit weird but everyone is weird in some way,” she added. We both nodded.
“You are so pretty – perfect and tight body – it would be more shameful to hide it.”
That made me grin.
“As for my daughter, she needs to loosen up. I will encourage her. Will you bring her out of her shell, bring out her sensuality, help her enjoy life!”
My eyes widened in surprise and I nodded seriously.
“I don’t care, by the way, if she’s lesbian or straight or bi. I do care about her living life to the fullest. I also hope for more economic opportunities, but we live very nicely on this beautiful island. We will be fine either way.”
I asked, “What about any ideas or messages implied for Gloria or Stefania about how women should be treated?”
She paused and said that’s a good thing to talk about more. I said that I can explain why I got into this, but it’s a special case of fantasies being played out.
Gabriela nodded, “It may sound strange to say in this situation when you are playing slave, that this is a form of freedom – to enjoy life in your own way.”
She gently grabbed my upper arm when we had finished loading two trays. I paused to look back at her, curious. She smiled but very earnestly confided she looked forward to time alone with me. I smiled, then wantonly answered “Yes mistress, as you wish. This slave would love to be used by you. Thoroughly… used.”
Her eyes widened in surprise and lust.
“Lisa, that was so hot, what you just said.”
I thanked her and turned toward her so she could see my full frontal nudity. I watched her eyes roam as she replied, “No, thank YOU.”
I smiled again and we paused… we each leaned forward and kissed.
“That was exciting, Lisa. I can’t wait for time alone.”
“Yes, mistress,” I nervously answered, “alone or not, as you wish, I am slave property, the uninhibited sex slave.”
My voice shook as I said that, but worth the courage to say because it set the situation up and gave her permission … and me too.. .to play this out fully. She looked at me differently from then on…with lust, with desire, and not as a newly met friend or as a friend of her employers. Our relationship had already flipped from the usual social norms to that of sexuality, of mistress and sex slave. That thought made me tingle and moist – I wondered how Gabriela would be when she had me alone; what behaviors and deep desires her power over me as a willing sex slave release?
When we walked out with the trays, I felt both warm and comfortable because of the conversation and the kiss, but also suddenly self conscious as I was standing naked and shaved, and everyone looked…
We approached the table. I followed Gabriella’s lead in setting things on the table. My shaved loins were at eye level now… and I blushed as I noticed everyone glancing or in Stefania’s case, staring. At least she stared with eyes aglow and a warm, excited smile.
We sat down and for a while I was dining as if I were not the only naked and a willing sex slave.
Helen and Sassa explained our “contract”, that I had to be naked and shaved all the time (and preferred everyone else to be clothed), Eyes widened or sparkled as they went into my deep desire to experience the real deal, to be truly OWNED, and disciplined – often hard – for training, punishment or simply erotic arousal.
Sassa smiled mischievously as she explained that I wanted this and therefore they should not hold back whatsoever from making my dreams of being utterly owned come true. I blushed and looked down when she told me to verify.
“Yes, you own me. I wanted and still want this so very much. I need this. I am owned as a lesbian sex slave and cannot be inhibited in my sexuality. You should explore and act on your sexual impulses and my duty is to arouse and please you.”
My blushing became fierce but I kept talking anyway, caught up in my crazy lust for this sexual adventure of a lifetime.
“I want this more than anything. Please please please make me your sex plaything, put me in awkward naked bondage, make me know I am yours, your property, that I am owned. Please go through the manual I wrote and make me yours. Do those things I wrote in there. I’m letting it all out, I’m letting you know my deepest darkest fantasies. I’m scared but am determined to make my dream come true. This is my chance. I’m yours. I admit it all – I want all of what I wrote in the manual, and more, so don’t feel shy. Don’t be inhibited. Please. And for you – this is your chance to enjoy me as your total sex slave.”
I looked down, aghast at what I just so boldly said. I trembled.
Gabriela said “Wow.”
A pause.
“You heard her,” she continuedwith a look at her daughter. “I don’t want you to be uptight or worry what I, or anyone, thinks. I want you to enjoy life to the full. Don’t let society tell you what to do… don’t let what you THINK or imagine society is telling keep you from being the natural you. Don’t let others interfere with your living a full life.”
“We will all keep this secret among ourselves. I know you like girls and probably boys too, but definitely girls, and I’m totally fine with that.” Her daughter appeared mortified, but didn’t say anything. “Enjoy!” She almost yelled the last word at her daughter, then a bit embarrassed, looked around and smiled.
Helen supported her. “Yes, enjoy. We are all in on this secret, we are all attracted to females and accept one another’s tendencies, and are going to do this fully. And you better not let Lisa or me down. Lisa wants this total experience. It’s her dream. I think it’s hot, and I love Lisa, so let’s go for it. This is real.”
Stefania smiled encouragingly at her older friend Gloria and placed a hand on her shoulder. “We don’t judge anyone here. This is fantasyland!”
Everyone smiled and relaxed upon young Stefania’s gesture.
Helen added, “Yes, a wonderful philosophy. This is fantasyland. Thank you, Stefania. No judging here. In fact, fantasyland is where you are supposed to let loose. Play. Have fun.”
“There are a few rules we’ll go over right away, but we’ll go over the contract and manual thoroughly. Some rules are: females only. No swear words. No permanent marks on our sex slave, with perhaps a careful exception or two Lisa and I talked about, such as a piercing or brand.” Some eyes widened at the word “brand”.
“We will take turns reading sections of the ‘contract’ out loud.”
Helen left to get the signed contract. Stefania’s eyes glowed in excitement as she looked into my eyes almost lovingly, with an occasional glance at my bare body – Stefania sat at my side, so was able to see more of my seated nudity.
Helen started reading it aloud but soon handed it to me and ordered me to continue. I blushed as all eyes turned to me, the only naked one. I self consciously laid the papers on the table with arms resting on either side, enabling all to stare at my breasts. My nipples signaled my arousal and my blush my embarrassment as I read aloud what I had agreed to.
My blush deepened as I read out loud that it’s all of my free will and desire. Helen stopped me reading aloud the funds I would receive… standing and stepping over to take back the papers.
Helen announced that the slave would from that moment on behave, and be treated, as the sex slave property she is.
She handed the sex slave owner’s manual to Gloria and asked the three newcomers to study it. She emphasized that I had written it by myself, I had craved and dreamed for all those fantasies therein to take place in reality.
“So,” Sassa smiled a bit wickedly, “you can act this out fully – don’t feel bad. We are only fulfilling her wishes.”
“And they are more than wishes,” added Sasha seriously, looking into my eyes. “They are what you crave, your deepest desires and dreams. You want so badly to experience all of it in as real and genuine a way as possible, isn’t that accurate, Lisa?”
By using my real name Sasha highlighted that this is of my free will.
I felt simultaneously ecstatic and nervous.
“Yes, my owner,” I continued blushing and felt this a serious moment. I felt brave to look back into her eyes. I was agreeing firmly, letting five women I found attractive know they can and should have their ways with me.
I continued. “Yes, it’s certainly true. I want this very badly, in the way that I wrote out in the manual and we mutually wrote in the contract.”
And I smiled shyly and looked into the eyes of the others. I paused, wondering how each would be with me in the long period of utter slavery and nudity that seemed to stretch for a long way ahead.
Looking at the thee newcomers, I felt as if I were jumping off a ledge into a river of mysteries as I boldly asked “Do you take me also as your love slave?”
Helen and Sassa smiled toward each other. All three nodded or said yes, Gabriella, the oldest among us, with a loving gaze, Stefania, the youngest, with bright and shiny eagerness, Gloria with what seemed to be a combination of amazement and rising interest.
I asked Helen and Sassa whether I should address them as mistress or owner or both, or something else. Sassa and Helen agreed that I should address the three new people as mistresses. and they would discuss sharing ownership, or temporary ownership.
Gabriela asked with an eagerness that revealed her desire to play with me, “What does ‘ownership’ actually mean? Do you mean I can take her for a time myself?”
Everyone looked at her, and we all laughed at her eagerness to enjoy me.
Helen explained that currently between her and Sassa, she is top owner, meaning she can overrule Sassa about me anytime, but that otherwise, Sassa owns me too as her property. (I felt a thrill of sensual pleasure and excitement when Helen said that I’m “property” and “owned”).
Helen continued that we might amend the contact to include then, to make it formal, or spell out details. In the meantime, the three newcomers can enjoy their property upon invitation, just as they would be invited to visit the villa or borrow something, say furniture or a car or a horse.
Sassa jumped in, “Or a horse – reminds me of one of Lisa’s top fantasies – to be used as if she were a pony, trained to prance and pull a buggy, or what was it? Oh yes! A chariot!”
Eyes turned toward me in wonder.
Sassa continued, “Yes, she craves that, including being harnessed and whipped and trained. Here, I’ll show you some stuff.”
Stefania exclaimed that was a little weird but very cool.
While Sassa was getting equipment, Gabriela smiled sympathetically, assuming mostly correctly that I was embarrassed, especially about Stefania’s use of the word “weird.”
Helen started explaining the ponyslave fantasy works because it’s erotically humiliating to be used like a show horse. I found myself wanting to explain more, but also found it difficult to speak up, it until Helen asked me to tell more.
My voice shook a little as I asked them to read it in the manual, and explained the ponyslave fantasy is one of the ultimate ways to be used and displayed as a naked slave, and that I first read it in a novel about mother and daughter being used that way in ancient Egypt by a mother and daughter who owned them, and it just exploded my imagination.
Gabriela and her daughter Gloria looked at one another. “Gloria, what do you think of that?”
She was clearly self conscious but her mother told her this is a safe place for fantasies and honesty. She said she’s still getting used to the idea of sexuality with her mother there, but said she had actually seen pictures of such scenes on the internet and had to admit it was exciting and imaginative.
As Sassa returned Helen urged everyone to be very imaginative, including me. Helen nodded toward me and reminded them it’s even in the contract that I must share my own fantasies and give ideas.
“Wow,” said Gabriela and Stefania nodded in agreement.
Stefania asked me to tell them what fantasy was I thinking of now…
I smiled embarrrasses and said “Oh no… oh that’s embarrassing… oh…. ” I rushed, telling myself not to think too much, just get the humiliation of revealing my perverted weird fantasies over with… so that’s what I said out loud: “this is hard… humiliating… I might as well just blurt it out anyway … please don’t say I’m weird…”
Several of them said “of course not!” And Sassa emphasized I am not allowed to hold back any thought or emotion – I’m supposed to be uninhibited because of the situation and because I am owned and the contract specifies I must.
That strangely and gave me a feeling of having an “out” of feeling totally embarrassed, because I was “forced” to, because we have these “rules.”
“Well, mistresses, among other thoughts it crossed your slave’s mind that a first ritual would be to kiss everyone’s feet or shoes to start showing to everyone, including me, the situation.”
I couldn’t help but blush deeply and look down.
Sassa seized the opportunity to ask for those other thoughts I mentioned, and telling the newcomers that they will soon be sharing fantasies of using me.
“Ohhhh” I moaned softly in humiliation. “Yes my owner.” Somehow, though I was already accustomed to calling her “my owner,” I was deeply humiliated to do so in front of the newcomers. I glanced at Stefania, feeling that the youngest might be the most weirded out, but her eyes were shining with enthusiasm.
I felt their gazes burning on my face and naked breasts exposed above the table, but kept my arms at my sides.
I glanced at the gear in Sassa’s hands and first mentioned ponyslave training. Then I glanced at Gabriela as I described the simple eroticism of being handfed and given my food and water in bowls on the floor and not being allowed to use my hands while eating, and while they are all sitting around talking I would be the only one bound, naked and kneeling, perhaps my hair or body caressed occasionally.
That actually brought another thought and even though it was a new one, I blurted it out.
“Other times I’d be on a phallic vertical bar, not being allowed to orgasm but often made to come close to orgasm, my juices streaming down the bar and I going crazy with lust and begging to orgasm but none of you letting me, enjoying seeing such a display by your sex-crazed slave.”
Helen and Sassa smiled, pleased, and the newcomers raised their eyebrows; Stefania dropped her jaw.
I was embarrassed so I continued nervously quickly.
Another thought is each person gets alone time with me, to enjoy me as each wishes but also for us to get to know one another.
I guess each mistress must show me in some way she wants that she is to be obeyed and I am a sex slave and she is not, or my fantasy would not be lived out as I dreamed. One way is for all of you to be wearing clothes while I am not, that’s always effective, but of course that’s just the baseline. Much more is needed.”
I cursed myself silently for using the word “much” before “more is needed”!
“Mistresses, I will surely come up with more ideas but some ideas are in the manual.”
I glanced at the youngest two in humiliation as I steeled myself to say “your slave property hopes she has pleased you with these ideas.”
I must have subconsciously imagined they would laugh at me or look at me strangely, but judging from their expressions, they all seemed to like what I said.
Gabriela looked at the others and observed, “Every one of us seems fascinated and turned on by you, Lisa. How are you going to handle so many wanting sex with you?”
Her daughter looked at her sharply, perhaps because her mother was too impolitely direct, or perhaps simply because parents embarrass their children.
Helen answered for me.
“First, please done use the slave’s name, at least not “officially.” This is a sexy slave. It enhances the experience and emphasizes the reality when we address her as slave, or property, of something like that. But you can use Lisa, or even come up with something else. You can name farm animals or dogs and cats, or cars or tractors, so why not this property?”
“Second, my sex slave not only wants this, she has a strong sex drive, and we allow very very few orgasms, to keep her in lust.”
Sassa added, “yes, as the slave’s own manual states, keep your sex slave in a state of sex-crazed animalistic lust.”
“Wow,” marveled Stefania. So she’s not allowed to cum?”
“Only on special occasions, or sometimes she gets so far gone she orgasms from the slightest touch. We next want to see her orgasm without even being touched, but from a combination of pent-up passion and a situation, like being whipped or erotically humiliated in some way.”
They all looked at me, each wondering or marveling.
Gloria asked me, “You really wrote that in the manual, the manual they use on you?”
I smiled in an embarrassed way, heat in my face, surely turning my cheeks red.
“Yes mistress.” I felt self-consciously embarrassed to call this newly met peer “mistress,” and I wondered at my slight internal resistance to doing so. In that instant I not know thought that, but also concluded that I realized I was submitting to her as I addressed her so.
“That is the experience of a sex slave, and not having too many orgasms helps me serve in a heightened state.
“Also…” I paused, not really wanting to admit another part of the fantasy that makes me hot….
…My pause must have been long enough, because Sassa firmly said “Go ahead, slave, you must keep talking.”
“Yes my owner. I …. your slave… your sex slave… what is also hot and humiliating and appropriate for a sex slave is to be dripping sex juices at times.”
Gloria’s and Stefania’s jaws dropped, but Stefania placed her hand on my bare shoulder and her face closer to mine and said “that IS hot!”
“Isn’t it hard?” asked Gabriela, “to be denied orgasm when you are overdue, or way overdue? You’re being constantly stimulated and aroused. As you said, you are even aroused by simply being The only one naked – isn’t it all you can think about?”
“Yes, exactly, it becomes my primary driver. And yes and no, mistress. It is difficult wanting and craving orgasm but being denied, but it’s also really wonderful to be in that sex-crazed state of mind. I forget social norms and problems; biology takes over my brain, and I feel no anxieties. I have rules as a slave, yet it makes me free to be natural and I feel so alive.”
Helen added, “Wait till you see her really lust-crazed!”
Sassa smiled, “We will make her beg for orgasm. She’s beautiful that way. It’s hot.”
I shot Sassa a look of gratitude for calling me beautiful.
Stefania said “I think she’s beautiful”
I turned to look into Stefania’s beaming face. I found myself grinning at these compliments.
“Then let’s have this slave show Stefania first that she has power over the slave.”
Sassa then humiliated me further in front of my new friends by specifically ordering me to kneel before each of the three, one at a time, address each as “my mistress,” and tell each I will obey them as if they owned me too, that whatever they wanted, they should order me to do.
I felt an incredible sexual arousal along with the humiliation. It was incredible – my sexual fantasy and ultimate dream coming true! But it was a bit hard to do too. That’s what can happen when you get what you wish for.
And though the thought occurred to me to kiss their feet or show other ways besides being naked, shaven and bowing and telling them I’ll obey anything, I froze for a moment in utter humiliation as Helen repeated Sassa’s order to kiss and lick their feet. The humiliation and a sense of being owned was even greater because the usually nicer and kinder Helen was the one jumping in now to order me to go the next step with these nice ladies. If even Helen would humiliate me… I was in for erotic humiliation from everyone.
My next thought was that Helen knew I craved this and so ordering me to do erotically submissive and humiliating things was a kind of love, I suppose. Or maybe Helen was getting off on my humiliation too. Or all the above!
I adored kissing Stefania’s young feet… ok, we were all rather young according to some, but she was youngest… . It was extra humiliating and therefore extra arousing to submit in such a way to someone younger.
My arousal and humiliation reached a new level when Stefania said, while I was bowing naked and licking her feet, that she had seen me with “some leather things” on my face when they were spying last night.
After answering questions from Helen about where and when they spied, and what they saw, as I continued licking and kissing Stefania’s feet, Sassa raised the face harness she was already holding.
“That’s it!” smiled Stefania. “That is hot, her wearing that,” she added in a softer voice.
Helen ordered me to stand, and I did so holding hands behind my back. As they all watched my humiliation as Helen buckled the face harness on, Helen asked Stefania if she could article what was arousing for her to see “the slave” wearing this.
Stefania had trouble figuring out exactly why it made her moist, but after some conversation they agreed it must be because the heat objectified and humbled me and made it clear I was the controlled powerless sex slave, which in turn implied I could be enjoyed. And maybe also the simple biological impulses it caused, and something about the physicality of it. They decided at the end it was simply a natural impulse that we all can now act upon, freed of society’s constraints here in our fantasyland.
Everyone watched in fascination as Sassa strapped on the face harness, leaving the ball gag off. I reveled in being the only one naked and with an erotic leather harness on my face. Stefania oozed an “oh yes.”
Sassa then put on a ponyslave harness. She showed the tail butt plug but said we will our that in soon bit let the slave now continue to worship the feet of her new mistresses.
I returned to Stefania’s feet, which were now bare, and this time sucked some of her toes and then licked up her feet, up and up past her ankles and shins to her knees.
Helen mentioned it’s ok for the sex slave to not always follow the literal exact order if she is being creative and submissive.
“Sometimes!” added Sassa with a wicked grin. “We can Tell her to stop and direct her, or discipline her if we don’t agree with her creativity. Thats ok, she mostly likes erotic discipline, right, slave?”
I paused in my licking to answer, “Yes, my owner, my owners and mistresses may of course do so as they please for their enjoyment, their pleasure,
or to train me. I admit it’s a core part of my fantasy even as I am nervous about it.”
Sassa followed up with a prettily arched brow: “I asked whether you mostly like erotic discipline….”
I quickly responded “Yes my owner, your sex slave needs and craves it, though I also fear it and don’t want too much, and yet I do want even too much sometimes; it is your judgement what is best and enjoyable and arousing. I live to arouse my owners and mistresses. I beg you to use me for your arousal and pleasure. What I fear most is not the pain but not arousing and pleasing you. In fact the attention of discipline makes me feel sexually desirable and aroused and connected with you, and so very alive.”
I paused to think, then continued.
“Please discipline and erotically and ritually torture me if that is sexually and emotionally arousing to you. Mostly, that arouses me too. I have masterbated explosively while imagining being bound and disciplined and erotically humiliated, tho not personally humiliated, only erotically humiliated as a total and utterly owned and used sex slave to women.”
Gabriela, Gloria and Stefania were probably stunned but I didn’t look up. I crawled to Gloria and began kissing and licking her feet, which she had also made bare.
Helen repeated what she said yesterday when I was officially starting as their owned property: “When she is treated as a truly owned sex slave, serving as our lust object, forced to demonstrate her submissive status, her property status, her owned status, when she is humiliated and exposed, she loves it. She might be whimpering or crying or even actually wishing pain and utter humiliation to end, but overall she love it – totally loves it. I have come to know she almost needs it.”
I looked up at my girlfriend and smiled, and she smiled back. I silently acknowledged she was correct.
Gloria asked “How will we know when it’s too much? Should we stop if you start crying or screaming? Or do you have a safe word?”
Her mother looked at her – “how do you know about safe words?”
Gloria blushed and said softly, “Like I mentioned, I saw some things on the internet.”
Helen and Sassa smiled knowingly at one another.
Helen answered that we worked out a safe sound, rather than a word, in case the slave is gagged when she wants to use it. I blushed, feeling humiliations galore when Helen ordered to make the sound.
I gulped and closed my eyes in shame, then made that high-pitched long cry or wail.
Stefania looked at Gloria, and they appeared shocked for a moment, then both laughed, just a little. Stefania looked back at me in mirth.
“I want to make her make that sound a lot. I love it.”
“Talk about humiliating,” added Gloria.
Helen explained “we” tried out different sounds with the ball gag in mouth, including grunts. I shot a look of alarm at Helen – how could she mention the grunting!? I was definitely feeling truly embarrassed. At least she didn’t mention the first idea for a safe sound: squeals.
I was glad they were enjoying themselves, but it was humiliating indeed. But that in turn aroused me. And perhaps the youngsters would be having a lot of fun humiliating and erotically discoloring me together. That thought was both uncomfortable AND arousing.
Sassa and even Helen smiled. I glanced at Helen again with a slightly hurt look that she should smile when I was so humiliated, but she only smiled back at me with a reassuring flutter of her eyes and blew a little kiss. I would not get out of this through her, the top domme.
Gabriela said “Now, don’t drive her too often to the point she uses that safe sound often… that would be too much…. wouldn’t it?” She looked at Helen, Sassa and then me.
I both wanted that thorough “usage” of me and also feared it might be too hard. I was the sex slave, so I felt I shouldn’t didn’t say or no verbally communicate anything, soon I looked up toward my owners Helen and Sassa.
Sassa said, “We’ll, she IS the sex slave who wanted this.”
Helen concluded, “We will see as we go. Remember, permanent marks or piercings are forbidden, with exceptions agreed between her and me.”
Stefania continued smiling as she thought out loud about how far and frequently she could take me to the edge of what I could endure. She talked about this with a twinkle in her eye, enthusiastically. She looked my nudity over, perhaps imagining ways to take me to the edge.
Stefania said “I don’t understand why, but getting to play with the pretty slave, and tying her up and making her do things is incredibly hot to me.”
Stefania stepped toward me and said to me, “I think you are beautiful. That’s why I want to do all those things you talked about and more… so don’t worry, your fantasy will be very real.” She glanced at the others as if to check her forwardness. They seemed only charmed and delighted with cute Stefania and her enthusiasm.
I had mixed feelings about Stefania’s reassurance that my sex slavery would be everything I fantasized about. That’s when I knew I would definitely experience even more than I could have imagined and wished. My dream was real. I would be an utterly owned and thoroughly used, blind and disciplined lesbian sex slave, now for five owners and mistresses.
I could already tell that Sassa and Stefania would be the hardest on me, while Helen and Gabriella, interestingly slightly older, would likely be the most empathetic and emotionally supporting. I wondered where Gloria would turn out on this spectrum.
But even though Helen and Gabriela might be the most emotionally comforting, I already knew that even they would not treat me in any other way than the totally owned sex-crazed naked lesbian slave property I had committed myself to be.