My name is Heather and I love being tied up.
And because my family had servants, I brought them in as accomplices to my guilty pleasures. We had two maids and I found that for a small amount of cash, I could entice them into tying me up out in the wooded area of our property where my parents never ventured. It was a way for me to indulge in my desire for bondage without anyone else discovering my guilty secret.
“You’ll be tying me up in the woods again,” I informed Anna one day, “I’m heading out right now. In about five minutes, come on out and look for me in the usual place.”
I marched deeper and deeper into the woods until I reached the traditional spot where I usually got tied up. It was a grassy patch of earth equidistant between two trees. I had brought a satchel that was loaded with lengths of rope. I set it down on the ground and waited for Anna to catch up with me.
While I was waiting, I removed the ropes from the satchel and proceeded to strip naked.
First, I removed my shoes and socks and carefully placed them in the satchel with the shoes flat and the socks stuffed inside the shoes. Next, I grabbed my t-shirt by the hem and pulled it up and off. That went into the satchel on top of the shoes. I then undid the snap on the front of my jeans. Then I pulled the zipper down and slid my jeans down my hips and stepped out of them. I neatly folded my jeans, and as I was dropping them in the satchel, I could hear the footsteps of Anna walking through the verdant weeds and grasses in the nearby woods.
My bra was the type that fastens in front and was easy to undo. I undid the little hook and eye fasteners and released my ample breasts from the constricting garment that had tightly encased them.
Anna appeared in the clearing just as I was standing in nothing but my tiny thong-style lycra panties. She stopped and watched me carefully as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down my hips and then to my ankles. After I stepped out of them, I dropped them in the satchel as well and closed the satchel shut.
“Tie me between these two trees,” I told Anna, “With my arms above my head and wrists and ankles far apart.”
Anna had tied me that way before and she secured me between the two trees with a minimum of effort. She was efficient with knots and very soon I was spread-eagled and helpless. My exposed pussy throbbed at the thought of how helpless I was and I whimpered and squirmed.
“Try to get free,” Anna suggested and I struggled against the ropes with all my might, but the ropes held firm. My arms and legs were bound far apart, and I couldn’t do anything but flex and strain against the bondage. My body was effectively immobilized.
Anna didn’t share my enthusiasm for bondage games, but she was extremely competent when it came to tying knots and making me helpless.
“Take my clothes back to the house and come back to untie me in four hours,” I told the maid, but she blanched at the idea of leaving me naked and helpless in the woods for such a long period of time. She very sensibly pointed out that there were bees, wasps, predatory birds and other things out in the woods that could do all sorts of unpleasant things to a helpless naked girl, and the longer I was tied up, the worse it would be for me.
Eventually, Anna was able to negotiate me down to two hours. I didn’t like reducing the amount of time I got to feel deliciously helpless, naked and vulnerable, but Anna made some exceptionally good points. And if I got bit by something nasty out in the woods and didn’t seek medical attention in a timely manner, my parents might be suspicious and ask uncomfortable questions that I wouldn’t want to answer.
With Anna gone, I was all alone in the woods and I sank into one of my beloved sexual fantasies. I closed my eyes, felt the gentle breezes as they brushed across my buttocks, my exposed pubic lips and other areas of my naked flesh and imagined that I had been captured by slavers, stripped naked and was being sold in a public slave market.
I was helplessly bound with my legs open wide, my breasts and pubic lips as completely displayed as possible as dozens of prospective buyers examined me before determining if they should purchase me.
I embraced delicious feelings of helplessness as the sun shone down on me, warming my naked skin. And as I stood there naked, bound and deeply immersed in a fantasy about being a helpless slave being fondled, examined and intimately probed at the public slave market, my nipples hardened, my pussy throbbed. I could feel moisture seeping from my vaginal opening, and I felt a desperate need to touch myself and bring myself to a thunderous orgasm, but of course I couldn’t the way I was tied.
Being helpless to satisfy my own sexual urges and suffering in sexual agony was an important part of my sexual fantasies. Slaves who don’t suffer aren’t really slaves, so I needed this for my submissive yearnings to be complete.
Occasionally I would flinch as if a prospective buyer grabbed me with rough hands and cruelly pinched my nipples or thrust their fingers deep inside of me. I would grunt or gasp to simulate the reaction a naked helpless slave would have to such abuse, and my feelings of sexual arousal increased.
I was breathing heavily, and my breasts rose and fell as my breathing become more intense. The sound of my own ragged breathing was so loud that at first, I failed to hear the sounds of footsteps in the forest.
For a minute, I thought it must be Anna and I wondered why she was returning so early. I didn’t have a watch or my phone, but even without such devices I knew I hadn’t been tied up for two hours. My guess was I’d only been out there for about twenty minutes.
However, the footsteps didn’t really sound like Anna’s. Anna is a quiet woman. She tends to walk slowly and set her feet down softly, as if she’s constantly scanning for threats before she moves forward. The footfalls I was hearing sounded bold and adventurous, like somebody filled with purpose and self-confidence.
I began to panic and struggled against the ropes. Could it be one of my parents, coming out into the wooded area of our property for the first time? Well, it didn’t really sound like either of them, but I supposed it could be a friend or business associate of my parents who had wandered off from the house and went exploring. No matter who it was, I didn’t want them to see me like this, so I struggled frantically to free myself.
I pulled and twisted in a desperate attempt to work my way free, but in the end, I lapsed into limp exhaustion with nothing to show for it other than chafed wrists and ankles. I stood there panting and more convinced of my helplessness than ever. Sweat began to trickle down my torso as the footsteps became closer and I was filled with dread as I got a good look at a familiar face emerging from the trees and walking straight towards me.
Alexa had a look of shock and fascination plastered across her face. She and I were friends, although we hadn’t hung out much since we both graduated from high school, and I had no idea what she was doing on the property.
Even when we did hang out together, she had never seen me naked, or even scantily clad. And then there I was, naked and on display for her, and since I’m shaved, I was acutely aware of the fact that she was getting a good view of my swollen pubic lips.
My stomach was in knots. Being exposed so intimately in front of Alexa felt shocking, infinitely unfair and degrading. It felt like my clothes were a mile away, and I was exposed to the whole world. I felt my face burn hot with embarrassment and suspected that I was blushing scarlet from head to toe.
“Well, what do we have here?” Alexa asked mischievously as she ambled closer, “Heather, what are you doing all naked and tied up like that? What happened to your clothes?”
I suspected Alexa of lesbian tendencies. She ogled my naked body intently as she walked. It was both humiliating and exciting, as Alexa was fully clothed and I was naked and helplessly exposed, just like in all my sexual fantasies. Then, my feelings of humiliation doubled and redoubled as I realized Alexa could easily see how my nipples were clearly erect and how my sex was wet. It had to be obvious to Alexa that I was sexually excited.
I didn’t want to tell Alexa the truth, that would have only increased my feelings of degradation. So, instead, I concocted a lie.
“I’m being punished,” I said, “I got into my parent’s liquor cabinet and stole a bottle of rum. My mom takes underage drinking very seriously, and she decided to make certain I never did that again.”
I felt sweat begin to trickle down my face and torso. I was feverish with embarrassment and near-panic. I hadn’t a great deal of time to fabricate a lie. I had to throw one together on the spur of the moment. I desperately hoped I had done a credible enough job to fool Alexa.
“Your mom punishes you by stripping you naked and tying you up between two trees?” Alex asked. “My mom usually just takes away my phone or my car keys.”
My mouth felt dry, and I felt a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. How much worse was thig going to be if Alexa saw through my deception?
“Well, my mom isn’t like other moms,” I claimed, “Her views on disciplining children are unconventional.”
“Unconventional,” Alexa said dryly, “Yeah, that’s one word you could use to describe it.”
I squirmed uncomfortably under Alexa’s assessing gaze and desperately wished I could use my hands to cover my nudity.
Looking at Alexa, I felt a deliciously yet terrifyingly vulnerable. I was embarrassingly naked, while Alexa was respectably clothed. My legs were spread shamelessly apart, leaving my moist pubic lips pornographically on display. Then, to make matter worse, I realized that Alexa was openly staring at my upthrust, exposed breasts and hard nipples with prurient interest.
“You do realize your nipples are at full alert, don’t you?” Alex asked, “Did your mother spike your water with aphrodisiacs before she tied you up?”
“What?” I asked, feeling embarrassed and helpless, “My mother wouldn’t drug me!”
“Well, you said your mother was unconventional,” Alexa replied, “Any woman who would strip her daughter naked and leave her tied up outdoors, could be capable of all kinds of scandalous things.”
Then, Alexa took three steps forward and placed one hand between my legs and felt how wet I was. I gasped at the unexpected physical contact on my hypersensitive labia and screamed, “Alexa! What are you doing?”
She took her hand away briefly and stared at my slick juices on her fingers. I trembled and squirmed in embarrassment.
“It could be part of a punishment,” Alexa opined, “I mean, drug a girl up on a huge dose of aphrodisiacs and then tie her up so she can’t touch herself. It’s cruel and unusual, but it would definitely make a girl suffer.”
“Well,” I stammered, not certain what I should say next. My heart pounded madly in my chest, and I withered under Alexa’s gaze.
I had already made my mother sound bizarre when I accused her of tying me up as punishment and leaving me naked and helpless bound between two trees in our backyard. Would it be a huge step to accuse her of drugging me as well?
“Okay, if she were angry enough with me, she’d be capable of doing that,” I conceded.
Alexa seemed to consider my words for a while and then she said, “I’d hate to interfere with your mother’s attempt to discipline you, but I also hate to see a girl suffer in sexual agony. And what your mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, somewhat fearful of the answer, and then Alexa’s hand was in between my legs again, taking possession of my slick, swollen pubic lips.
“Alexa!” I snapped at her, but she seemed not to hear me. While I stood there, naked and helpless in spread-eagle bondage. Alexa stroked the moist folds of my sex, causing my levels of arousal to go even higher.
My naked body trembled, and a feminine moan escaped from my lips.
“Alexa,” I said hoarsely, my vocal cords barely capable of functioning. A powerful orgasm was building up inside of me. I felt frightened and humiliated, but also more sexually aroused than I’d ever been in my life. And as one agonizing wave of desire after another passed though me, Alexa stared into my face with intense eyes, watching the emotional reactions on my face as I was helplessly fingered to a potent, yet humiliating orgasm.
“Huhh, aaahhh, aaahhh, Alexa, AAAHHHH,” I panted and gasped and then Alexa thrust two of her fingers deep inside of my wet, throbbing sex. The shame and humiliation I felt was delicious as I was bound naked in the woods, my legs spread indecently far apart, and Alexa watched my face intently as she fingered my extraordinarily wet pussy.
I squirmed and struggled against the ropes 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 Alexa’s fingers.
I felt a sense of utter surrender to Alexa 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 on nothing. My hips writhed uncontrollably, my sex throbbed vigorously, and I whimpered and moaned at the unjustness of the way Alexa was violating me. I desperately longed for Alexa to thrust her fingers back inside of me; and relieve my sexual distress; however, Alexa just stood there looking smug and demanded that I lick my juices off her fingers.
I struggled furiously, more to vent shame and anger than with any hope of loosening ropes. Alexa watched with interest. When I stopped, I blurted out pitifully, “If I lick your fingers will you finish what you started?
“Finish what I started?” Alexa asked, endeavoring to sound all innocent. “You mean playing with your pussy? You want me to finger you to orgasm?”
I closed my eyes and shamefully nodded in confirmation. I was embarrassed to be asking her to put her fingers inside of me. I was technically still a virgin. All my sexual fantasies were inside me head. I’d never attempted to seduce anyone into having sex with me because my sexual fantasies were so bizarre, I didn’t think anyone would approve, thus I’d closed myself off from involving other people in my sex life.
“I need to hear you say it,” Alexa insisted, “I need for you to say you want me to put my fingers in your vagina and finger you to orgasm.”
I groaned and thrashed my head from side to side. It was humiliating for me to say the words out loud, but my sex throbbed with hungry spasms and my nipples were so hard that they ached. My sexual need was so great, I would do almost anything to finally get some sexual release.
“Alexa,” I said as politely as I could, “please put your fingers in my vagina and finger me to orgasm. I want you. I need you to do it.”
Alexa smiled beatifically and then stuck her fingers in my mouth so I could lick my juices off her fingers. I felt mortified, but at least the insistent and aching throb in my wet sex would be over soon.
“That was good,” Alexa said, then she pulled out her iPhone and said, “Now, say it again, so I can record it on video.”
I felt utterly ashamed and didn’t want to debase myself on video, but Alexa was adamant. If she didn’t get me on video pleading for an orgasm, she wouldn’t give me one.
So, there I was, naked, my nipples blatantly hard and erect, my breasts heaving as I panted in sexual need, telling Alexa that I needed her to thrust her fingers inside of me and play with my pussy until I reached a boisterous climax. When she got it all on video, she looked triumphant, and she put her phone away.
My hips squirmed in a lewd and wanton manner as Alexa eased her fingers once more into my pussy. I could feel myself blush red with embarrassment as Alexa’s fingers probed and explored my moist interior.
As the fully clothed woman took advantage of my helplessness, I reflected how this was like one of my many sexual fantasies. It was just the right amount of degrading. Here I was naked and helpless and being sexually abused by a fully clothed, dominant woman. I panted and rode Alexa’s fingers earnestly.
I whined as Alexa stared deeply into my eyes and thrust her fingers deep. I whimpered and moaned, and Alexa pressed her strong fingers so deeply into my pussy that it hurt a little, just like in so many of my submissive fantasies. Then there was an erotic eruption deep within my sexual core and I screamed with primal abandon. It was a wild, lusty scream that went on for what seemed like a long time, finally to leave me in my bonds, panting heavily.
“Wow, you really needed that,” said Alexa, “I guess it’s a good thing I came along when I did.”
“Uh huh,” I said breathlessly and nodded my head in agreement. I was still bound and helpless with my legs shamefully far apart, but I was bathed in orgasmic afterglow and savoring the delicious sensation. In the aftermath, I considered that the way Alexa forced her fingers inside my vagina and ravished me made me feel utterly owned and controlled and submissive.
I realized that I wanted more of this. I wanted Alexa to continue to make me feel controlled and submissive. I panted and wished for a plan to make her an integral person in my life who would continue to make me feel owned and helplessly under her control.
Shyly, I avoided direct eye contact with Alexa, and as my breathing slowly returned to normal, I said, “Um, maybe the next time my parents are planning on punishing me, I could send you a text message and you could come look for me, so we could do this again?”
Before she answered, Alexa held up her fingers to my lips. They were still slick from my juices, and without being told to, I opened my mouth. Alexa placed her fingers in my mouth, and I dutifully sucked my juices from them.
Apparently, she approved of the job I did cleaning off her fingers. The next thing I knew, Alexa leaned in and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I had never been kissed by a girl before, however, I felt strangely proud that my first time kissing a girl was while I was naked and helplessly tied spread-eagle in between two trees.
Alexa’s tongue invaded my mouth and I eagerly let it in. I allowed Alexa’s tongue to explore my mouth, to slide over and under my own tongue and to excite nerve endings in my mouth I didn’t previously know existed. I moaned into Alexa’s mouth, and she controlled me with her lips and tongue.
When she broke from the kiss, Alexa smiled at me and said, “Text me and I’ll come running.”
While I was still reeling from that kiss, she patted me affectionately on the ass before delivering one stinging swat, and then she wandered off the way she came. I watched her as she retreated into the trees and felt that Alexa was now the most important person in my life.
_ _ _
I desperately wanted to be dominated by Alexa again, but I waited a few days before having Anna tie me up again. I reasoned that it was seem suspicious if I claimed that my mother was punishing me every single day. So, I waited until three days later before texting Alexa.
For my second bondage encounter with Alexa, I got more inventive.
I printed up a note that purported to be from my mother. The note claimed that my mother had seen Alexa smack my ass while I was tied up and she offered to pay Alexa if she would do much more than give my ass a playful smack. She instructed that she wanted my ass beaten with a belt and turned red with belt marks,
I forged my mother’s signature to this note and stuffed the note and $150.00 in cash into an envelope. When Anna took me to be tied up, the envelope was tacked to a tree, where Alexa was certain to see it. Then I sent a text message, telling her when and where to find me.
In addition to the note, I left a skinny, black leather belt lying on a tree stump, near the trees where I was to be bound. The belt looked elegant and stylish, but I chose the belt because it looked like it would sting deliciously if Alexa used it to whip my naked hindquarters.
I had to explain to Anna what was going on with the belt and the envelope. She was worried that I might be putting myself in a great deal of danger by involving Anna in my bondage games, but I explained to her that Anna wasn’t a criminal or a sexual predator. She was friend from my days in high school.
So, once again I stripped naked and allowed Anna to tie me up. Only this time I was aflutter with anticipation of an accomplice who could make my bondage games so much more wicked and delicious. My heart pounded madly in my chest, and I felt butterflies in my stomach and a soft, wet pulse in my sex as I waited.
Being naked and spread wide open out in the woods meant that I felt cool breezes across my pubic lips and other intimate parts of my anatomy as I waited for Alexa to arrive. That, combined with the fact that I had no idea how long I’d have to wait for Alexa to appear made me feel vulnerable which, due to my submissive disposition, caused the sexual need between my legs to build in intensity
When Alexa finally arrived, she looked sexy and self-confident. I had never realized how attractive she was when we both students in high school. It wasn’t until she took on a dominant role in my life that I recognized her beauty.
“Candice!” called Alexa as she ambled happily towards me. “It’s wonderful to see you again!”
I was naked and bound with my legs shamelessly wide open, my boobs and pubic lips lewdly on display, while Alexa was respectably clothed. I felt myself blushing hotly with the shame of my indecent exposure. It was demeaning to have my naked body on display like this while Alexa was still fully clothed and decent. Of course, I wouldn’t want it any other way. To be humiliated and treated like a naked slave was an immense sexual turn on for me.
Alexa closed the distance between us and hugged me tightly. The feeling of her clothed body pressed against my naked flesh was intoxicating. And then my friend kissed me full on the lips. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and gently held my head. Her mouth remained molded to mine for nearly a minute before pulling away.
We were both breathing heavily when she finally broke from the kiss.
“I’m kinda glad your mom is such a strict disciplinarian,” Alexa said when her breathing returned to normal, “This is the most fun I’ve had in years.”
“Your mother wants me to redden your ass with this belt,” Alexa explained after reading the note. Then she held up the leather belt where I could see it. “And she’s paying me to do a good job. I guess that means I work for her now.”
“I guess,” I replied nervously. My parents had never spanked me as a child. My first experience with corporal punishment was going to be when Alexa used that belt on my defenseless backside. My heart hammered in my chest, and I hoped I hadn’t bit off my than I could chew. Alexa folded the belt double and looked overly eager to use it on me.
I trembled and felt my insides squirm with fear. I was the one who had set these events in motion, but it was out of my hands now. If the whipping I received was too extreme and I couldn’t handle the pain, there was no way for me to stop Alexa from striping my naked skin. I could try begging her, but she was far too enthused to stop with mere words, and I was tied far too securely to get free on my own. I was going to be cruelly whipped, whether I could endure it or not.
“Don’t look so stricken,” Alexa urged me as she stood behind me and rubbed the surface of the leather belt lovingly across my naked buttocks, “You’re a big girl. You should be able to handle a little pain.”
There was a loud crack as Alexa stook a practice swing with the belt by smacking it against the tree stump. Once she felt comfortable wielding the leather strap, she focused on my buttocks, and I felt an explosion of stinging pain as the belt smacked across the center of my right butt cheek.
“Aaaahhhh!” I cried out at the sudden stinging sensation. The pain was more intense than I was expecting. The fact that I was helplessly bound and forced to endure a punishment that might be more than I could take both terrified me and excited me. Then the belt smacked across my left buttock, and I screamed again.
The way I was bound, I could do nothing to protect my poor backside as I was whipped. One cruel crack of leather across my soft, naked flesh was followed by another, and another. Alexa took her task seriously and she kept assaulting my innocent bottom, making it sting like I had sat on a hot stove.
My eyes welled up with tears and my whole body shook as the scalding blows across my ass and the backs of my thighs forced me into a world of traumatizing pain that I had never known before. It was as if my bottom was on fire.
There was a pause in the stinging blows across my hindquarters and Alexa cheerfully commented, “Your cute bottom bounces with each swat. And it is so much fun to watch you squirm and your ass turn red. If you lived with me, I’d be tempted to spank your as every day.”
Then, the whipping of my ass resumed. My bottom burned and I knew I would be feeling the effects of this punishment for days.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh!”
My skin was abused and reddened, however, as Alexa’s thin, leather strip crisscrossed my backside, red-hot pain seemed to flood my helpless, naked body and gather urgently between my legs. The pain felt deliciously sweet and agonizing at the same time. When the whipping finally ended, my sex was moist, and my clit was achingly hard and throbbing.
Alexa was transfixed by the sight of my reddened ass. She said it looked even sexier now that she’d added so much color. Then, I gasped as she placed her hand on my wounded buttocks and fondled them extensively.
“I love it when you make that noise,” she said in response to my gasping, sobbing and whimpering.
Alexa didn’t come right out and say it, but I suspected that she had a sexual fetish for abusing naked girls, the same way I had a sexual fetish for wanting to be naked and abused. Neither one of us spoke of it, but it seemed to me that that’s the way Alexa was. I was almost tempted to tell her the truth about myself, but I bit my tongue and maintained the fiction that I was naked, tied up and getting my backside punished because my mother was angry at me.
My eyes had welled up with tears and my face was soaking wet with the tears I’d shed. Alexa gently wiped my tears away and asked me if I was okay. I wasn’t certain what I should tell her. Did I tell her that my ass felt as if it had been scorched by a blowtorch? Did I tell her that I was feverish with lust due to my punishment? In the end I didn’t tell her either of these things. I told her something bland, like “I’ll survive” and left it at that.
“Well, at least let me do something about the craving between your legs,” Alexa said, and she pressed her hand up against my sex.
I bit my lower lip and tried unsuccessfully to suppress a moan. Alexa massaged my swollen labia, moving her fingertips across my sensitive flesh in a circular, clockwise motion. Then her thumb pressed against my clit, causing it to urgently throb while two of her fingers slid wetly into my vagina.
I was naked, out in the woods with my legs bound pornographically apart while a fully clothed woman probed my wet sex with her fingers. I felt mortified as I envisioned what I must look like. I blushed with embarrassment, however, my orgasm built inside of me and gathered strength. I moved my hips and pelvis in a lewd, shameless manner without even meaning to. I thrust my sex into Alexa’s fingers, straining for greater contact, like I was some sort of wanton slut. I felt abused, demeaned, excited and exhilarated all at the same time. Being raped by Alexa’s fingers while I was naked and helpless was both humiliating and arousing.
I looked into Alexa’s beautiful, captivating eyes and I felt aroused, knowing that I was utterly vulnerable and under Alexa’s control. I reveled in my feelings of helplessness and submissiveness towards the woman who was probing my moist sex and I could feel the waves of a potent orgasm flowing deliciously through me. I trembled, gasped and surrendered myself to Alexa’s will.
Beads of sweat broke out on my naked body as I neared orgasm and I found myself adoring Alexa’s mastery over me. I wanted to be Alexa’s naked plaything. I wanted nothing other than to be owned and used by her.
As I realized this, I came loudly, gyrating my hips, for what seemed like hours. My body was covered in perspiration. The humiliation was complete. My orgasm came suddenly, a wave of pleasure washing over me and sweeping me helplessly along. I threw my head back, screamed boisterously and shut my eyes tight.
After Alexa removed her fingers from my pussy, they were glistening and coated in my juices. She brought her hand up to my mouth and I parted my lips submissively so I could suck my juices off her fingers. I had never thought of my mouth as an erogenous zone, but as Alexa’s fingers invaded my mouth and brushed repeatedly across my tongue, the whole experience seemed so intimate and sensual.
Alexa and I looked into one another’s eyes as I dutifully licked and sucked and kissed her fingers and hand. I felt so humiliated and aroused as we kept staring at one another. And then she said “I’m enjoying being your disciplinarian. I hope your mother hires me to do this sort of thing often.”
I found myself nodding, as if agreeing that I wanted Alexa to subject me to cruel punishments. Being naked and punished while Alexa was clothed and acting like an authority figure left me feeling aroused, embarrassed, self-conscious, vulnerable and even frightened. Being punished by Alexa left me feeling more alive than I’d ever felt before. I desperately wanted to experience this sort of thrilling fear and sexual arousal again and again.
_ _ _
I became more ambitious and decided to push the envelope. My encounters with Alexa had been enjoyable, but they didn’t last long. What if I could devise a way to draw things out and be abused and dominated by Alexa for an entire day? Or an entire weekend? I’d have to come up with an elaborate scheme to pull that off.
So, I came up with an elaborate scheme.
Alexa had never met my mother and had no idea what she looked like, so, I reasoned, I could hire a woman to pretend to be my mother and have her explain to Alexa that I’d been especially naughty and needed much more than a simple spanking to atone for my sins. I needed to be taken into Alexa’s home and punished for two whole days. In keeping with the established theme, my mother would demand that I be kept naked the entire weekend.
There was a little part of me that wanted to tell Alexa the truth about my submissive desires and how the punishments were all my idea, but somehow the idea of me being forced to endure them against my will made the whole experience more fun. Being a helpless victim just seemed so much more thrilling that a submissive girl who gave people permission to punish her.
I found an actress named Claire who was the right age and ethnicity that she could play the role of my mother. I interviewed her and explained what I required. It was a very unorthodox role, but Claire was flexible and as long as she got paid, she was willing to go along with my crazy scheme.
I knew where Alexa lived and arrived at her home along with Claire. Claire was all maternal authority and moral outrage, while I was all submissive and penitent.
“Ah, Alexa, we’d like to ask a favor of you,” Claire said after Alexa answered the door and I introduced the two women.
We were invited inside, and we were both offered a seat in the kitchen. Then, much to my surprise, Alexa’s mother wandered into the room.
I suppose I should have factored into my plans the likelihood that I might encounter Alexa’s parents if I visited her at home. Alexa was twenty years old and didn’t have the financial resources to afford the rent on the spacious single-family home she lived in.
I began to panic and thought about telling Claire to abort. My kinky plans to be stripped naked and subjected to Alexa’s harsh discipline would almost certainly meet stiff opposition from Mrs. Bowden. I looked at Claire with alarm in my eyes and attempted to communicate to her without speaking that my original plan was now fucked up beyond all recognition.
Claire didn’t seem to pick up on my panic. She still seemed to have faith in the original plan and explained that I had misbehaved and needed to be punished.
My heart was thudding like all get-out as Claire expounded on her hypothesis that it would shame me more if the person who punished me were one of my peers. Much to my shock, Mrs. Bowden agreed.
“it is further my belief that Heather should be stripped naked and forced to remain naked the entire weekend. It will add to her shame and make her punishment far more memorable.”
“I’m sure it will have a profound emotional impact on your daughter,” Mrs. Bowden said, sounding very agreeable.
I was shocked. I had assumed that my kinky plans would be judged too outrageous by Alexa’s mother, but she agreed that forced nudity would be an effective way of punishing me and would help make me less likely to misbehave in the future.
Alexa, Claire and I were all seated in Alexa’s kitchen, while Alexa’s mother hovered nearby and watched us with great interest. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Stripping and remaining naked in Alexa’s house would be so much more humiliating if Alexa’s mother were there to witness it. My heart pounded madly in my chest, and I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it.
“Heather, the time has come,” Claire said insistently, “Stand up and get out of those clothes.”
I hesitated. Alexa’s mother was standing right there and watching me. My humiliation would be far more extreme with Mrs. Bowden watching me, but I didn’t know how to get out of it.
Then, Mrs. Bowden shocked me to my very core by saying, “Heather do as your mother says. Or would you prefer that your mother and I strip you by force?”
Mrs. Bowden’s voice was calm and polite, but the look in her eyes told me she was serious about grabbing me and forcibly stripping me of my clothes. Wow. I was totally not expecting anything like that from Alexa’s mother.
Nervously, I stood up and three sets of eyes watched me intently as I shrugged out of my blazer and unzipped my skirt. I could feel the intensity of their gazes burning holes into me, as I removed my skirt and laid it down on the kitchen counter.
I felt a surge of panic as I undressed, and by the time I was down to nothing but a pair of thong panties, I felt like I may have bitten off more than I could chew. The whole thing suddenly seemed overwhelming, my heart was thudding in my throat, and I felt helpless and vulnerable. My heart was thudding in my throat until all I could hear was my blood pulsing inside my head. I was terrified and excited at the same time.
With Claire, Alexa and Alexa’s mother watching, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and slid them down my hips, then down my thighs and past my knees. By the time my flimsy, thong panties were lying at my feet, I was just a naughty, naked girl who was there to be punished. I felt a new and delicious fear, and I surrendered to it. The soft, wet pulse in my sex told me that I wanted to be humiliated as well as punished by these women.
“She has an exceptionally beautiful body,” Mrs. Bowden commented to Claire, “I imagine that gets her into trouble.”
“Too much trouble,” Claire said, “A body like that attracts all sorts of attention, and Heather is too impulsive. She’s severely lacking in self-discipline.”
“Well, at least she has you to discipline her.”
I was shocked at how willing Mrs. Bowden was to see me stripped naked and humiliated. She seemed to think that it was normal for a mother to strip her twenty-year old daughter in front of strangers as s form of punishment.
Just like we rehearsed, Claire handed Alexa an envelope with $1,000.00 in cash, saying, “Dear, this is for you. I expect you to do a competent job in disciplining my daughter this weekend.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Alexa replied.
“When I return on Monday Morning, I expect her bottom to red from all the harsh punishments you’re going to give her.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Alexa replied with a disconcerting amount of enthusiasm, “It will be my pleasure.”
Next, Claire suggested that I be given chores to do around the house, and that if I failed to perform my duties competently that I be spanked. She also suggested that I be spanked for any signs of disrespect or disobedience. Basically, she gave Alexa carte blanche to spank me for any reason, no matter how trivial.
Claire looked around the kitchen and then said, “This kitchen floor could use a good scrubbing, perhaps that’s where Heather should start.”
Then, turning to me, Claire said, “Heather, I will return Monday morning to take you home. I expect you to be on your best behavior while I’m gone.”
Claire then took all of my clothing, shoved it into a plastic bag and took it with her when she left. I felt a sense of exhilaration, humiliation, sexual arousal and delicious fear. Claire had performed far better than I had hoped in the role that I had assigned for her. She was all maternal authority and merciless discipline. And she was so convincing that Alexa and Mrs. Bowden never questioned her performance for a second.
When I was alone in the house with just Alexa and her mother, I turned to face them, and the full emotional impact of my nudity hit me. They were both dressed in respectable clothing, while I was utterly naked and my lack of pubic hair put my swollen pubic lips indecently on display, making me feel even more exposed.
Alexa openly eyed my firm, round breasts and exposed labia with libidinous interest, and I felt aroused, embarrassed, self-conscious and vulnerable. My heart pounded madly, and I fought the urge to use my hands to cover up the parts of my anatomy that had captured Alexa’s interest.
The room was thrumming with sexual energy, and I experienced a delicious sensation of helplessness, knowing I had given these two women an intoxicating amount of authority over me. I was naked, exposed and being openly ogled by Mrs. Boden’s daughter. Now that I was at their mercy, I was filled with trepidation, wondering what they would happen to me next.