Preparations for the island included calling my family members and friends. I was uncomfortable when one of my sisters said she’d love to visit for a week. After that discussion, Helen and Sassa conferred and said my family and friends should visit, and during those visits, it would be up to me how much I wanted to share that I was in a lesbian relationship – and/or that I was a willing bdsm slave. My sister and a chosen friend or two were still thinking about whether to visit when it came time for us to leave for the island.
At first I enjoyed being dressed for the journey to the island. It was a brief break from the constant submissive orgy, ogling and exposure. I was surprised how quickly I began to miss being naked… and the feeling they actually owned me. Of course I obeyed commands during the trip, but wearing clothes brought me back into a certain psychological equality. And I knew that I could excuse myself from all of it anytime up to taking my clothes off on the island. Helen had said that only after I did that would I continue to be their owned property.
On the airplane, I frequently fantasized what it would feel like once naked and again under the slave contract, but this time on the far-away island, from where there was no escape. It was scary. There would be no limits – Helen was nice, but would total power corrupt her? Sassa was already harsher than Helen – would the remoteness of the island and total ownership lead to her forgetting that she must not harm me permanently? Her erotic tortures of me might continue for hours, or even days.
But I knew I must do it, live my fantasy. How could I back out? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Being so utterly and always naked, vulnerable, so completely and really OWNED by these two arousing and beautiful sisters was too exquisite to let go.
Yet, to be really owned and so far away from civilization, where things could get out of hand, was scary. What if Helen left me alone with Sassa for a week, and Sassa got carried away? Or what if she fell asleep while I was tied and slipped and couldn’t breathe? I could truly suffer, maybe even die.
On the airplane, Helen sat in the aisle seat to my right, and Sassa by the window to my left. We often chatted as if we were all simply friends. Sometimes however, Helen and I would whisper lovingly to one another. We discussed my deep desire for utter submission and humiliation, but only erotic humiliation of the kind that highlighted that I was totally owned. , not personal humiliation. Things like being hand fed, kept always highly aroused, the only person nude, displayed, wearing nose rings and collars, being trained, posing, prancing like a pony, kneeling, licking hands and feet, obeying commands. The only one being disciplined, and “tortured” for erotic purposes.
Sassa started whispered conversations with me. These exchanges became more loving as the flight continued. The highlights for me were when she admitted how hot she was for me, and when we discussed my deep longings for a fully real erotic experience. Sassa promised to fulfill this dream. Of that I had already had little doubt. So, the more incredible part for me was near the end of the flight, when Sassa almost pleaded for me to follow through with this, to totally submit to ownership. I looked at her with a delighted but surprised smile. Seeing my expression, Sassa blushed and whispered she wanted this badly as well. I beamed in bliss.
We reached their island after two boat rides, the first a ferry, the last was their boat – only we three were on it. Helen drove it as Sassa helped navigate. I was suddenly overcome with nervousness, not looking at the sisters, only out across the water and the passing unfamiliar tropical beaches and trees.
Tired, I began to imagine the worst. I became afraid. I felt panicky. Helen noticed my expression and appeared empathetic.
When we disembarked, as Sassa tied up the boat, Helen whispered to me “Are you OK?”
I whispered back, “I admit I’m afraid.”
After a while she got it out of me. Helen and Sassa caressed my shoulders and hair lovingly and said they would be careful never to endanger me truly. They reminded me that my sister, sisters or a friend or two might visit. That of course provided a way to escape if after a while I somehow did not like being a total slave.
I could feel their earnestness, and I smiled. I still felt shaky and nervous. Sassa led the way up the stone stairway while Helen climbed behind me, perhaps to comfort me, perhaps to ensure I didn’t stumble in the fading light, perhaps to ensure I didn’t panic and run. Of course, the only place to run to was the boat, the key to which I did not have.
Flowers surrounded the stairs. As we climbed, I saw the sea below in the evening light. What a feeling of calmness nature can provide… the moonlit, ever-moving waters were mesmerizing. At the top, we stepped onto a veranda with pots of flowers around the perimeters – two sides facing sea, one a walled garden, and the other a very charming villa.
Sassa turned and smiled and watched my reaction as she slide open the doors to a beautiful living room. She kept sliding doors until the entire villa-wide room was open to the warm sea air.
“Wow! You really are wealthy…”
Helen smiled. “Yes. While our slave, you will never need to worry about money. And the longer you are, the less you need to worry about money if, at one of the contract milestones, you ever choose to stop being our property.”
I could not help but smile. I had felt unsafe just moments ago, and now I felt safer, in their hands. While money could not buy them my love, it allowed for conditions and time for bliss. I took advantage of the fact I was not a slave at that moment to ask whether their parents or they themselves controlled most of the money, and whether their parents or others might visit us by surprise.
Helen reminded me about the trusts that continue to release funds as they get older. She also said we should know about visitors well in advance, and in enough time to move to the other island, where they have a small cabin. Sassa added that they did not expect their parents to visit at all this summer. And if anyone did, it would more likely be their mother with their sister and maybe a cousin or two. But unlikely – they had other plans. Helen held my gaze meaningfully as she told me that perhaps we would not have to move out for certain special visitors. My eyes widened in both excitement and fear.
Helen laughed softly. “Do not my love, you will be the decider on that.” She kissed me softly.
“But we should buy or build another villa on this or a nearby island, where you would be always be our 100% sex slave. Our totally owned private paradise with our totally owned private love slave.”
The villa was not that large, but the more interior rooms were more luxurious than the exterior sea-facing rooms. As we moved deeper inside, the walls, for example, went from wooden to fabric-covered.
We got some good exercise unpacking the boat. We placed the boxes of slave equipment in a closet that could be more easily accessed to take them to the boat, should we choose to vacate. We ate some cold food and drank one glass of red wine each on the veranda overlooking the ocean. I became sleepy and Helen led me to a bedroom of my own.
She joked, “Don’t take off all your clothes, unless you are ready to commit to being my totally owned property!” she winked with warm eyes and smile to assure me. Goodnight my love…we will all sleep apart and alone tonight. Tomorrow morning you can decide, showing me by being nude. Or you can wait until later. Or even until the day after tomorrow or later in the week. I want you to be certain.”
With a peck on my lips she left and closed the door.
The traveling and the wine helped me fall asleep quickly. What also helped me fall asleep were positive thoughts and images of Helen and Sassa’s beauty, their essential inner goodness, and I admit, the comfort of their wealth. And by being their slave, I could decide to go free someday. But I looked around: why would I want to leave this place? At least, no time soon.
When I awoke, Helen was dressed in fashionable shorts and a sleeveless white shirt and sitting on the veranda enjoying coffee and the view. I joined her, dressed in the same clothes I wore traveling and sleeping, because they were my only clothes here. She smiled, she stood up, kissed my lips, and got me some coffee too. We talked for awhile, resulting in my believing she was my girlfriend and love still. Though the slavery would be real, she and I were still girlfriends and during those visits, if any, and those contract breaks, I would be free. Free, and free to choose to live my fantasy as their property again, or choose to be free.
Helen showed me around some more. A beautiful and safe place…
Eventually Sassa awoke and a pretty 30-something maid came with groceries and helped clean up. The maid kept focused on her tasks but looked at me with curiosity a couple of times. I smiled and introduced myself. Her smile lit up the already bright sunny day… I had awkwardly waved and put out my hand to shake, but she made it all seem fine. In a Spanish style accent she said she was Gabriela. Wondering why Helen had not mentioned her, and whether she might be surprising us during my naked slavery, I asked if she lived nearby. She grinned and said no, she only visits every couple of days to check on the property, deliver groceries, take away trash and clean. Helen walked over and smiled, saying Gabriela was totally cool. Gabriela smiled – I am not sure if in a knowing way or not…
After Gabriela left on her small boat, we three enjoyed an outdoor very healthful lunch. Helen said Gabriela was a single mother who could be trusted to take care of things – and Helen nodded to me – and Gabiela could keep secrets.
“If I do become your slave,” – at the word “if” Sassa and Helen glanced slightly worried at one another – “would Gabriela see? Have you already explained me?”
Helen smiled re-assuredly.
“Not yet, but I happen to know Gabriela is bi and accepts everyone as they are, including their sexuality.”
I could not help but smile back, suddenly relishing the idea of Gabriela seeing me naked… and as I thought more, I knew I was excited by the idea of her seeing me as a totally owned naked sex slave. I could not help it.
Surprising even myself, I kept my clothes on all day. I began to enjoy Sassa and Helen flirting with me, complimenting me and my body, and being so nice to me, obviously wanting to ensure I would not change my mind. I enjoyed my power, and I was quite touched by their clearly strong desire to own me as.
Both Helen and Sassa reminded me at different times that day that when I took all my clothes off, the contract would engage. I smiled each time.
They showed me around the island, including the trails. The island had several small sand beaches among the mostly tropical forested shores. Two of them were quite sheltered from view from the sea. The villa was at the top of a low hill with views in all directions. There was a neat modern shed, in which were tools and boat things. A rather large cart was in there too.
Sassa said, “Ooo, that reminds me of the chariot idea. You could be harnessed to it if we turn it backwards. Wouldn’t you love that?”
She smiled so nicely to me, as if offering some wonderful toy or present. I began to nod, and grin, and we all laughed. It was then I realized there had been tension. I thought it charming that Sassa was trying to persuade me, and funny that she was persuading me to do something that most people would not want to do. I really liked Sassa.
After dinner and while all three of us cleaned, we chatted about our families and friends and movies and TV shows. Helen and Sassa seemed to want to start our game, but I read their expressions and said it’s best if we all get one more night of solid sleep. I smiled shyly, looking down, and mumbled that I would probably start things off in the morning…
I ended up not sleeping as well as I had hoped I would, but well enough. I felt I would do it, but thought to myself I could still put if off another day…
MORNING I was up first, made coffee and washed fruit. On the veranda, it struck me that my clothes needed washing for sure. I also felt it would be wonderful to enjoy this view and the coffee naked. So I did it. I dropped all my clothes in a tiny pile in the corner of the veranda.
The breezes and perfect temperature felt absolutely perfect on my nudity. Paradise indeed. I looked down at my hairless lean body, and began to be aroused. I was alone a surprisingly long time… and walked around the veranda. I thought how lovely and sweet Helen and Sassa are, yet so totally passionate and erotic. I knew then I could not put my clothes back on. In fact, I wanted no access to the clothes. I threw them as far as I could from the edge of the veranda into bushes.
I was doing my abs workout on the veranda when both Helen and Sassa walked out. Again I was the only one nude. I jumped up, sweating and panting, and faced them. They were smiling. I smiled back.
“Well, I guess I am yours!” I smiled.
They surprised me by hugging and kissing me lovingly.
I told them I had imagined it would be some serious stripping ceremony, and this seemed more loving. Helen nticed a bright article of clothing on a bush, and mentioned how committing siuch a gesture was. I nodded in agreement.
“No clothing for me, my owners, unless of course you order me to wear some.”
Sassa beamed. “Now that’s the slave I remember!”
Helen then made things a bit more serious again.
“The ceremony is a good idea.”
I nodded, saying it would put it into all our minds that this is real.
“Sometime today. For now, I would like us to sit for breakfast and talk a bit.”
Once breakfast was served – we each got our own – and we were sitting, I resisted the urge to cover my perky breasts. While I just loved being the only one naked, and our sitting and talking while I was naked, as if it were normal, my heart began to race. I admit I so very much loved being naked while they were not.
Helen guided the conversation toward the contract and fulfillment of deep longings. Discussing the contract reminded me how owned I was now, since I had taken every stitch of clothing off.
Discussing our fantasies began to make me blush, and feel aroused.
Sassa asked me: “What made you feel ready to be owned by us again?”
Still standing as if I were free, except for my nudity, I looked at Sassa to answer thoughtfully.
“Well, I had a good sleep, and I just wanted to be naked. Clothes felt uncomfortable. And besides, they were getting dirty. I don’t have a change of clothes.”
Sassa smiled, “you could have remained a little bit covered.”
I nodded, lowering my gaze.
“Yes, mistress. I wanted to feel the air on all my skin, and… ” I turned to Helen, self-consciously looking for sympathy. “and, I want the feeling of being owned. I simply must take this chance to live my dream.”
I glanced again at the smiling Sassa.
“And it is a chance of another kind – taking a chance. I am a bit afraid.”
Helen gently caressed my bare shoulder.
“I love you and I would not let anything really bad happen to you. But, if you were not at least a little afraid, it would not be so real, either. You do want this to be real? To be really, actually owned as our property?”
I nodded energetically.
Sassa interjected, “she’s so cute… even nodding her head like that is sooo cute.”
I shot a pleased smile toward Sassa.
Helen appeared slightly annoyed that her sister was ignoring my trepidation, but Sassa continued undismayed.
“Her agreeing so much that she wants it as real as possible is so sweet, so adorable. I love our little slave girl!”
Sassa grinned in happiness and enthusiasm. I studied her expression to see any clues of romantic Love, or whether she only meant love with a small “l.” If I had to guess it would be the latter but I wasn’t sure.
Helen continued seriously.
“Then, give in to this. Surrender to the reality and relish it. This will be real.. It is already now real. We actually own you. You are our slave. You are our property. Ours.”
My eyes shone, staring into Helen’s eyes, hearing her say what I inwardly craved to hear.
“Yes, my owner.” I nodded again. “You two are perfect for owning me. I am so attracted to you, and I trust you, yet I know you will treat me as your actual property, and fully use me for your arousal and pleasure without inhibitions. This couldn’t be more perfect. If I don’t do this now, I never will.”
I glanced at the still grinning Sassa, who said,
“Yes, NO inhibitions AT ALL.” The way she said that, with such joy, staring confidently and meaningfully into my eyes, made me literally wet down there.
I looked back and forth to my owners.
“Yes, my owners, I am fully yours now. Your property. Keep me lustfully sex-crazed and completely own me. Use me fully. I want to keep you always aroused and pleasured.”
Helen nodded.
“That’s the spirit, Lisa. You are officially our real slave. We actually OWN you. How do you feel?”
“Ohhhh, my owners, I feel delicious. Scared, but thrilled. Thank you for making my dream come true.”
I looked gratefully at them, staring into their eyes with multiple conflicting emotions. Helen started smiling again too.
“I just know you will love this. Even when we are being cruel – what will seem cruel to a stranger who doesn’t understand, but to us this is eroticism.”
Sassa and I nodded.
Helen continued. “I know that when you are treated as a truly owned sex slave, serving as our lust object, forced to demonstrate your submissive status, your property status, your owned status, when you are humiliated and exposed, you love it. You might be whimpering or crying or even actually wishing pain and utter humiliation to end, but overall you love it totally. You crave it. Am I correct?”
I felt heat in my cheeks.
“Yes, I do, my owner. You are correct.”
“That was not loud and clear enough. Tell us more, and look us in the eyes as you say it.”
Helen’s expression was a fascinating combination of caring and strictness.
I suddenly felt I must obey, and throw myself into this. Though sitting in the chair, I snapped up to a perfect posture, shoulders back, chest brazenly out. I looked each in the eyes.
“I do love it. I do crave it. Make me yours. Keep me utterly aroused and use me as your sexual muse. My job is to keep you aroused and pleasured. Force me to do that. Treat me as the total sex slave property I dream to be. I am truly your property now, with no escape.”
I paused, pleased with the facial reactions of my owners, whose eyes seemed to be filling with desire and passion.
“Keep me naked, shaved, enslaved, owned, disciplined, aroused, humiliated, loved, lusted after.”
“Wow,” smiled Sassa. “That was HOT! I love it when you talk like that.”
My voice suddenly huskier from arousal and self-consciousness, so blushingy aware of my boldly upthrust nude chest, I looked at Sassa.
“Thank you, mistress.”
Helen smiled. Sassa grinned. “There is something about you calling me ‘mistress’ that is just so hot.”
“Yes my owner” I almost smiled as I said that, but my heart was thumping.
Sassa laughed. “Yes, ‘my owner’ is even hotter.”
Sassa leaned over to caress my hanging hair.
“Oh yes, so hot. You make me so hot, slave girl. Owning such a luscious, pretty slave girl is the best. I love this.”
Sassa’s fingers stopped at my lips, so I kissed them. She held her fingers still, so I began to lick and suck them.
Helen smiled and said “I’ll be right back.”
Sassa and I looked into one another’s eyes as I slavishly licked and sucked and kissed her fingers and hand. I felt so humiliated and aroused as we kept staring at one another. As she said “I own you” her eyebrows rose to communicate that she meant it very seriously. I found myself nodding.
“Yes, you own me. I am your property, mistress.”
She nodded, still serious. Her eyes seemed glazed as she pushed four ringers into my mouth. I sucked, gagged a little, but Sassa began to pump her fingers in and out. We were leaning toward one another, passionately engaged in this humiliating activity when Helen returned with a box of sex slave equipment.
Sassa pulled her fingers out but began smearing my face with my own saliva.
Helen said “I want us to stay at the table like this, and continue our conversation facing one another at eye level, but the slave needs something to show that she is property. And I have just the thing. Or should I say things.”
“I would have liked to start with this humiliating face harness, but it has a ball gag, and I want our slave to speak. Soooo, here are the collar and nose ring.”
Sassa’s eyes fluttered as she was obviously aroused viewing me as I raised my chin, thrusting my breasts out more, to obediently accept the collar. Helen locked the collar and put the key in her shorts pocket. The click-on nose ring came next. I blushed again, feeling the nose ring. Helen sat down and asked me how I felt now.
I gulped and thought for a moment.
“My nudity, the collar, and especially the nose ring are in such contrast to you two. You are dressed and own me, and I am exposed and obviously your sex slave. So, I feel owned. I feel aroused. Embarrassed. Self-conscious. Vulnerable.”
“You love it, don’t you?” asked Helen with a knowing smile.
I had to smile. “Yes, my owner. I do. I am thrilled. I feel so alive.”
Sassa shook her head in amazement. “You are soooo slutty. But I don’t like that word. I think ‘erotic’ is a better word.”
Helen looked at me knowingly again. “So, slave, you feel owned. And we are just getting started.” Sassa’s eyebrows went up again, this time in anticipation and a little surprise at Helen’s domineering words.
Helen took out the butterfly nipple clamps. I winced as they bit my erect nipples. I made an effort to keep my perky breasts thrust outward and upward by arching my back, though my instinct was to slouch and hide. I pulled my shoulders further back, a motion that both my owners noticed.
“That’s good, slave, display your body to us, your owners.” Sassa’s voice oozed as she continued. No inhibitions are allowed for our sex slave.”
I wasn’t ordered to, but to signal my compliance, I placed my arms behind my back, arching even more.
Helen smiled and looked at her sister.
“We own an obedient and enthusiastic sex slave. What shall we do next with her?” Sassa noted that I could no longer feed myself. Helen smiled and began hand feeding me fruit.
I murmured “thank you, my owner” and with courage brought my eyes up to look into hers. Electricity seemed to sizzle between us as I submissively and passionately looked straight into her eyes.
She slowly fed me as we continued our conversation.
Helen said, “there is no reason to rush, no reason to feel stressed. The slave is ours for the summer or longer. I think today, the first day of true slavery, is good for humiliation without the ceremony until sunset. Erotic humiliation and contrast is just as important as erotic discipline. Our totally owned slave is already making a good start, naked while we are dressed, arched while we are comfortable, decorated humiliatingly – and beautifully” – Helen glanced at me with a smile – “and a little painfully while we are enjoying her exposed and humiliating situation.”
Sassa nodded, smiling.
“Yes. Thank you, sister, for this gift. I am so hot for this slave.”
Sassa smiled at me, her eyes scanning what was exposed and displayed above the table top. Sassa said she liked the stuff on me so far – collar, butterfly nipple clips and especailly the nose-ring. Sassa then got up to look through the box of slave tools and toys. To my surprise, she chose to pick up a long slender golden chain. She smiled sweetly. She looked so beautiful with her blond hair and deceptively wholesome good-girl face. Helen and I knew better – Sassa was a sex-crazed naughty pervert.
Looking up at her I felt vulnerable as the only one naked and wearing these humiliating items. I kept my shameless chest-out position, and realized I was proud that Sassa looked down at my pert breasts with open admiration.
My pride vanished when she giggled and ran the thin chain through my nose ring. I became alarmed as she sat back down, held both ends of the chain together, and slowly pulled. Though it was only a clip-on, I did not want it to pop off or slid off, and was eager to be obedient. I allowed my head to be pulled toward Sassa until she stopped. I was therefore over the table, my breasts and the butterfly jewelry touching the fruit on a plate, and felt so dominated as I had to look up to Sassa. It was a humiliating position. I felt ashamed actually, until Sassa, after taking some time to observe me and enjoy my humiliation and her dominance, said “how pretty, especially when so obedient.”
She kissed my forehead in what I took to mean affection. I thought to myself that if being so subservient made me look pretty to her, I would endeavor to be utterly subservient.
Helen suggested that it would be good training if Sassa led me around on the nose-ring golden leash. Sassa smiled into her sister’s eyes and stood up. She walked over beside me and raised her hand high, and with it the chain. I had to stand, and I kept my hands behind my back. I felt their eyes on my nudity, and glanced to see indeed they were scanning my now-standing exposed body all over.
Helen asked Sassa to raise her hand even higher, and ordered me to arch backwards. I straightened my elbows and held my hands together, pushing my elbows a little closer to simulate an elbow tie or arm sleeve, thrusting my chest further upward and arching my back as much as I could.
“What a good and hot little slave!” praised Helen.
I loved being praised, as embarrassing as it was to be treated so.
Sassa then led me in circles around the deck, ordering me to prance like a trained pony, knees just so high. Helen observed that her idea of just sitting and talking didn’t last long with Sassa’s strong urges! They giggled, and I smiled.
Helen told us to stand still. She must have noticed my submissive yearning or impulse to so submissively and voluntarily hold my elbows as closely as I could together. I had mixed feelings when she took out the elbows ties. It would be uncomfortable at best, and I had hoped that the bondage would occur not so soon. But I was their property to enjoy.
As Helen slowly tightened the elbow tie. This one was like a belt. She had me sit on my seat again and we all sat silently for a while. I smiled at Sassa’s stare. She smiled back.
“You actually enjoy this, don’t you?” Sassa asked me.
Helen remarked how my blush deepened after I nodded and whispered, “Yes, my owners. It is my dream come true. It is not easy, but I need to live this dream.”
Helen told me to tell them more of my feelings and thoughts. I didn’t hesitate, for I had many!
“I had wanted us to just talk for awhile longer, with me of course the only one naked but without decorations, which would be humiliating and erotic enough, but then the collar and nose-ring are making me feel more naked than naked… that’s what I want to feel… so totally exposed to you. It makes me melt that you are clothed and I am more than expose, and vulnerable. I think you” (I turned to Helen) “could see that I was putting my elbows closer together and now the elbow tie is making me helpless and more exposed and feeling more owned. I admit that makes me moist down there.”
Helen nodded and beamed at me. “Very good, slave. You shared your raw emotions with us without holding back… and I know there is more you are feeling. For now, tell me what you think and feel as I tighten the elbow belt another notch.”
“Ohh mistress… I hadn’t thought you two would move so fast… make me know again how you own me – and so enjoy my erotic humiliation and submission to you. It is wonderful, blissful, even as – aaah – it is straining my elbows and shoulders, but I am getting used to it… ohhh I don’t know what I want to happen now… except to make sure I please you both… I want – I need you to stay in heat for me. Pease tell me what I need to do to keep you hot for me.”
Oh Lisa, I mean slave, you are always hot to me!” smiled Helen, caressing my hair.
Sassa quickly added “Yes, your face and body make me so hot without doing anything, but to keep me totally hot for you, I want to do these things to you, play with you. Obey me. Yes, just obey me totally.”
I smiled at Sassa. “Yes mistress. You own me. I obey you in all things. Your every wish is my command.”
Sassa beamed. “I am already hotter just hearing you say things like that. Ohhh this is delicious! Keep talking, slave.”
I glanced at Helen who nodded.
“You really own me. This is real. I am your property. As your owned property, I must do as you wish, anything, no matter how perverted. As your sex slave, my duty is to keep you aroused. I get off on being your sex object and when you are aroused because of me. I can have no inhibitions as your total sex toy. I am in total dependence on you, and my biggest fear is for you to lose interest. Therefore the more you use me, erotically humiliate and degrade me, and make me feel I am truly your property and sex object, the happier I am.”
“A perfect situation then. I love to order you around, play with you, make you beg.”
Sassa was smiling but I could tell that our conversation was getting her distressingly aroused.
Helen added, “Yes, that’s perfect Sassa. I want you to spend your enormous sexual energy on our slave and fully enjoy yourself. Do whatever you want (as long as you follow our contract’s rules).”
Sassa continued that “your tight hot body is just right for my tastes. The stars all came into alignment when we met. You, and your eager total erotic submission, lit a bonfire inside my mind, heart and body. Thank you Helen!”
Sassa gave her older sister a hug and a smooch on the cheek.
Helen smirked that “as if you didn’t already have a good fire going strong!”
Sassa laughed and sort of skipped happily around to my right side. “Yes, I’ve discovered sex, but this is beyond sex.”
Sassa caressed my hair and face. “Yes, something beyond mere sex.”
“Interesting! Let’s explore that concept ‘beyond sex.’ With her tight low fat body and visible awesome yet delicate musculature, I love how her shoulder and pectoral muscles pop out so beautifully in this elbow tied position.”
“I will tighten the elbows belt another notch.”
“Oooh yes!”
Sassa’s eyes lit up as Helen tightened my elbows further. I made a sound of discomfort that was half groan half moan.
Sassa blurted “I can’t resist” and licked and kissed my upper arm and shoulder.
My lips went from tight to smiling, so happy they were loving my body which I had worked hard to perfect.
“She’s smiling even though she’s so uncomfortable!” marveled Sassa.
I started to speak but looked at Helen for permission. Helen nodded and so I voiced my thought.
“I smiled because of your attention and enjoyment of my body and bondage. Thank you for that, mistress.”
“No problem, slave…”. Helen smiled at Sassa. “it’s ok to make our hot little sex slave happy. In fact, it’s good. We want her happy.”
Helen paused.
“And there will be times she will scream or cry”.
Helen patted my strained naked shoulder. “Don’t forget that you wanted that too, slave.” I nodded.
“May I speak more?”
Helen said yes, this was a beginning of real slavery open discussion session. Helen then ordered me to speak my thoughts as they came until further notice.
I smiled nervously as I said “when I said ‘my shoulder’ and ‘my body,’ I wasn’t technically correct. This body is now your property. You own me. You own this shoulder.”
“Wow” said Sassa. “That is so submissive of you. You’re making this so real .”
I told them that it crossed my mind not to share that concept, because it meant I totally submitted everything i own, even my body. It made me more deeply owned. But Helen had ordered me to share every thought, and though it’s actually scary I also want this experience to be the total reality of being an owner erotic slave.
“Well done, slave” nodded Helen as she stroked my nude shoulder again.
Sassa said the butterfly nipple jewelry clips were covering my nipples more than she would like at the moment. Helen nodded and Sassa removed them, one at a time, watching my facial reactions with fascination . I winced as the blood returned. When my nipples were somewhat comfortable again I couldn’t help but smile into Sassa’s eyes because of her obvious arousal at my vulnerable emotions and reactions.
“Are the elbows as close as they can be?” asked Sassa.
Helen looked and said they are close but they could be totally scrunched together with one more tightening. Sassa’s eyes lit with anticipation as Helen worked to tighten again.
This time I had to twist my torso and I grimaced with temporary pain as Helen cruelly bound my elbows closer, but not yet fully together.
I opened my eyes to see Sassa’s face express a combination of lust, admiration and joy. I thought and hoped I saw a touch of sympathy too. Helen showed some pf that sympathy, stroking my arms and shoulders soothingly.
Sassa caressed my upthrust breasts lightly, then toyed with my aroused hard nipples with her fingertips and nails.
My elbows were not even touching with that tightening and I winced and gasped and grimaced in surprise at the pain in my arms, shoulders and upper back. I succeeded in reducing the pain to ache and discomfort by instantly arching my back more (thrusting my chest even more out and up). I thought I found further reduction by twisting to one side, pointing my arms and hands to the left, but that was somehow temporary so I switched to the right, resulting in writhing that Sassa especially loved. Sassa bit her smiling lip, eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Next, we will tighten it beyond what we did off the island. Does it excite you, as it does us, that now you are truly our property…”
I nodded eagerly, but she continued, “and that now we are going further than we did before you were totally submitted on this island?”
My nodding slowed…
“Mistress, I am elated and I am scared. But I am your utterly owned slave property.”
Sassa reminded me that I had willingly and totally submitted.
Helen added “subject to the contract terms.”
Sassa continued “which were almost unlimited.”
I nodded. I loved this so much, but yes, I was nervous. I lowered my head.
“Now I begin to know what it is to be truly owned, as I dreamed… and to be owned by you two is a dream come true.”
“What a wonderful thing to say!” beamed Sassa, leaning over to kiss my lips.
I loved it that after she kissed me, she looked down at my upthrust perky breasts before she leaned back into her chair.
Helen tightened my elbows so that they touched. I winced and moaned in pain and dropped off the chair to writhe on the floor. For a few moments, I was really in pain, but my arms and elbows got used to it – – I felt only a continuous ache when I stayed in a certain very arched position.
Helen and Sassa clearly were getting turned on by my writhing. I loved how Sassa’s eyes sparkled and bright white teeth showed through her huge grin.
Soon Helen was massaging my arms and Sassa joined her, moaning how sexy my arms were.
Helen murmured that she didn’t know whether she could stand waiting to whip me until evening.
“Hmmm… ” Helen continued, “let’s not wait that long – she needs that ceremony to know she is total property. However, first I have a couple of things I want to do…these will humble her more.”
Sassa smiled wickedly – “sounds hot.”
Helen and Sassa looked at each other conspiratorially.
I was so happy they were enjoying their new toy so much that I smiled. Sassa noticed my smile and pointed it out.
“Even though she is in tight bondage, she is smiling. She is sooo into this!”
Helen’s eyes met mine and she smiled back.
“Yes, she loves it. That only reminds me to not hold back, but that we should just enjoy her totally.”
My eyes grew in alarm but I also nodded to Helen.
“I am your property my owners. Just please don’t damage your property.”
Helen nodded and patted my strained naked shoulder reassuringly.
“We won’t – and that is in the contract.”
I smiled “Yes, my owner. I didn’t mean to be impudent or hold you back from enjoying me. I only mean go for it – within the contract!”
Helen nodded and told me to stand up. She helped me, and then ordered me to sit at the table. They sat too and I felt so much their displayed slave, standing naked and bound while they sat. I struggled to maintain posture with my arms so tightly behind, my chest so thrust out. I saw their eyes enjoying my bound body. It was such a delicious erotic contrast – I so utterly naked, bound and juices dripping from my exposed shaven loins; they so comfortable, fully clothed and actually owning me.
I wondered how Helen would “humble” me more!