Candice in Suburbia Ch. 01

Once all three of us were situated inside, Irma and my mistress gave me attentive looks and waited for me to finish getting naked.

I started with my shoes. I slipped those off, then grabbed my t-shirt by the hem and pulled it off, over my head. I handed it over to Anna. Irma moved the tripod over and pointed the camcorder in my direction.

The fact that I was being filmed increased my feelings of exposure and defenselessness. I took a deep breath and continued to strip. I undid the snap on the front of my jeans. I pulled the zipper down and then slid my jeans down my hips and stepped out of them.

I unhooked my bra and handed it to Anna. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. After I stepped out of them, I handed them to Anna as well and then attempted to cover myself with my hands.

"Hands at your sides, Miss Candice," my mistress ordered sternly. "And do a slow turn. I want your new boss to get a good look at you from every possible angle."

I lowered my hands and turned slowly, allowing Irma Scholl to get a good look at my boobs, my ass, as well as my shaved pubes. She scrutinized my naked body carefully. The intensity of her gaze left me feeling as if she were somehow violating me even though she hadn't physically touched me. I trembled slightly under the force of her gaze, and I experienced a dreadful and yet exciting sense of distress.

"You're right," Irma conceded. "She does look a lot more submissive when she's naked."

"And her body?" Anna asked.

"She looks amazing," Irma admitted. "Her clothes did a lot to hide her figure, but now that I've seen her naked, I have to admit, she's exquisite. She'll make a perfect addition to my website. Of course, there are forms she'll need to sign to make it all legal."

I was told to remain naked while Irma got the papers for me to sign. And once my signature adorned every page, Ms. Scholl said, "As long as she's here, we may as well create some content."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, she isn't currently sporting any whip marks," Ms. Scholl observed. "How about we suspend her from the trapeze bar and put some vivid marks on her naked body?"

Nobody asked me for my input. Irma and my mistress discussed whipping me as if I wasn't even there. They were the ones deciding how many lashes I should receive and how deeply my skin should be reddened. It was like my opinion didn't matter.

"Come over here Candice and stand below the trapeze bar," Anna said as she pointed out the metal bar suspended way above her head.

Barefoot and naked, I padded over to the spot my mistress indicated and Ms. Scholl pressed a button that caused the bar to lower from the ceiling.

My chest felt tight, and my heart thumped frantically in my chest, however, I obediently offered up my hands so Irma and my mistress could secure my wrists with the leather straps and buckles that were attached to the bar

There were butterflies in my stomach as I allowed them to tighten the straps around my wrists. I had to fight back feelings of panic as the bar was raised and my feet left the ground. My naked body was stretched taut, and I realized suddenly just how helpless and vulnerable these two women had made me. A deep sense of foreboding filled my soul and I glanced over my naked shoulder at Ms. Scholl.

I felt indecently exposed and utterly helpless. I felt a huge strain on my shoulders since they bore most of my weight as I hung there suspended. My breasts were shamelessly on display since the way I was bound with my arms stretched up high also lifted my boobs up and made them more prominent.

I watched Anna as she perused Irma Scholl's whip collection. The ache my shoulders and raised arms became more acute as I twisted uncomfortably.

"What do you think of this one, darling?" Anna asked as she held up a long, thin whip for me to look at it. "I think it should sting beautifully, don't you?"

"Um," I said hesitantly. "Maybe you could choose a milder one for my first video? If you use that whip on me, I won't be able to hold back my screams."

"Screams are good," Irma commented. "Screams add drama. Go ahead and use that whip on her."

Discussion was closed. It was decided Anna would whip me with the wicked thing. I squirmed nervously at the thought of that whip biting into my skin as Anna took up position behind me.

Irma made some adjustments to the lighting and a moment later there was a loud crack as the leather stung my bare skin.

"Aaaahhhh!"

I twisted my head around and chanced a hasty glance at Anna as my buttocks throbbed in scalding pain. There was a look of determination on her face as she prepared to lash my naked flesh a second time.

The whip made a cruel sound as it swung through the air and inflicted an equally cruel sting. My hips twisted and swung about in reaction to the pain. My wounded bottom took on a life of its own- I had no control over how my body danced and twisted in the air.

My bottom was on fire-- scalding, but Anna just continued to lay on new strokes across my backside, making me flinch and cry out inarticulately in pain.

"Aaaghhhh!"

"Aaaghhhh!"

"Aghhhh!"

"Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh!"

I thrashed around helplessly, cried out in pain, and felt the tears welling up in my eyes. The leather whip Anna had chosen was a wicked thing and hurt much worse than the spanking she had given me three days before.

Two strokes of the whip left stinging stripes of fire across the backs of my thighs. Then the next seven blows of Anna's whip came down across my already tender buttocks. The misery in my bottom seemed to build with every stinging stroke

"You're doing great, darling," Anna assured me. "The way you twist and recoil from the pain is very erotic. The performance you're giving is priceless."

I began to reply that it wasn't a performance. The pain was real, the screams were real, my writhing in agony was real. But when I opened my mouth to say something, the whip slashed across both of my buttocks and elicited another piercing scream from my throat.

"Aaaaahhhhh!!"

And as the whip crisscrossed my backside and the white-hot pain flooded my helpless body, another intense heat flooded my loins with a libidinous throbbing sensation. My cries of pain began to sound more girlish and lustful as my pain blended with my desire and the pain felt deliciously sweet and agonizing at the same time.

When the blows ceased, I panted and stopped twisting and turning and I assumed the whipping was over.

But just as a sigh of relief escaped my lips, Anna's whip lashed through the air and added one more stinging blow to my already reddened bottom. I let out a yelp of pain and surprise and looked over my shoulder at my mistress. The mischievous grin on her face told me that she had deliberately tricked me into thinking the whipping was over before she struck that last blow.

My naked body shuddered with sobbing as Anna walked around in front of me.

"She was amazing!" Ms. Scholl enthused as she took some still shots. "The way she reacts to the whip is delightful! I was totally bewitched by her performance!"

"It's not a performance!" I snapped. "I didn't have to fake anything! The pain was real!"

I let out a yelp as Anna grabbed my wounded bottom and gave it a painful squeeze. She gave me a stern look and said, "Don't get snippy with your boss. You work for Irma now, so you're not allowed to be rude to her."

I whimpered out an apology and then Ms. Scholl just turned to Anna and said, "Perhaps you could whip her some more as a punishment for her insolence."

"Tempting thought," Anna replied, "but I'm thinking of doing something that may be even more fun. Keep the camera rolling."

I moaned as Anna fetched some ropes and grabbed one of my legs, pulling it out to the side. There was a brief discussion between my mistress and my boss and they each took a length of rope, tied it around an ankle and pulled my legs wide open.

"Ooooh! Anna, what are you doing?" I whined, but she just ignored me. The two dominant women tied my ankles to the wooden posts to my left and my right and I ended up spreadeagled in midair. My arm muscles felt even more strained with my legs forced wide apart like that and I felt pornographically exposed. With my legs spread so wide, I felt as if the slick, swollen lips of my pussy were shamelessly on display.

To make matters worse, such intimate exposure reflexively triggered an insistent wet pulse in my sex. Three years of conditioning by my overseers in Verborgen had left me with a highly responsive libido. And one of the things that provoked my sexual passions was exactly this sort of shameless exposure of my loins.

"There, she looks so much more fetching when she's bound like that, doesn't she?" Anna asked.

The way I was bound thrust my shaved pubes towards the camera, pornographically exposing my open, glossy pubic lips. My abdominal muscles were pulled flat with the tension as I struggled against the ropes and attempted to close my widespread legs. There was an aching throb in my pussy, and I desperately wanted an orgasm, but I didn't dare ask for one.

Slaves that ask for orgasms are routinely denied. In Verborgen any slaves that requested orgasmic release were typically kept in sexual distress for days. Our cruel overseers would play with our genitals and keep us on the edge of climaxing without actually allowing us to orgasm. It brought joy to our masters and mistresses to watch us suffer in sexual need, so slaves quickly learn not to ask for orgasms.

"Oh yes," Ms. Scholl said in agreement. "She looks very sexy like that."

I squirmed and whimpered as I felt the strain in my inner thigh muscles and an urgent throb in my wet sex. While I was doing that, Anna wandered off and retrieved a wicked-looking riding crop from Irma's collection of pain inducing implements.

I barely had time to register the fact that Anna was holding it before she swung her arm and the leather tip of the crop smacked across my left breast.

"Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh!"

I squealed and pulled against my restraints. The wicked sting of the crop shocked me, and I twisted helplessly in my spreadeagle bondage. Of course, all my struggles achieved were chafed ankles and additional strain on my muscles.

"I think you'll agree that that's more fun than whipping her bottom again," Anna said and then there was a red-hot flash as the riding snapped painfully across my other breast.

Anna slashed the crop across my breasts again and again. Each blow intensified the pain. I squealed and twisted as the stinging grew worse. A few stinging blows landed on my abdomen and then the crop found my tender breasts again.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Aaaahhhh!"

The pain started to become unbearable, but then Anna pressed the smooth, leather tip of the riding crop against the open mouth of my wet sex and rubbed it back and forth, pushing it across the folds of my labia and my hard, swollen clitoris.

"Oooooohh," I moaned as the leather loop of the crop rubbed up against me, stimulating me. Anna knew exactly how to work the crop against the folds of my sex to get the most exquisite reactions from me. I gasped and panted and felt a powerful orgasm building inside of me. My chest rose and fell as my breath came in short, sharp gasps and then, just as my orgasm was about to break, Anna pulled the crop away from my sex.

"Mistress," I whined, feeling cheated as I was robbed of orgasmic release just as I was on the edge of paradise.

Then, the riding crop assaulted my breasts once again. I cried out in helpless agony as the wicked crop stung my reddening breasts again and again.

Of course, by this time the pain was mixed with a dark pleasure. The two were mixed together in equal parts in such a way that my brain had trouble separating the two.

I gasped when Anna brought the crop down across my left breast especially hard and then I felt her hand reach between my trembling thighs. She rubbed her fingertips up and down against my pink slit, working my libido once again while simultaneously abusing my poor breasts.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

I screamed in both helpless agony and libidinous passion as Anna stimulated my naked body with pain and pleasure in equal parts simultaneously. I could feel the waves of orgasm flowing through me as the cruel riding crop scorched my defenseless breasts again and again.

Anna's fingers were thrust into my sex and pumped in and out of me. I trembled and moaned as I rode those fingers and suffered a painful whipping across my poor, innocent breasts. At some point Anna tossed the crop aside and grabbed my aching breast, squeezing it painfully while fucking my poor, overstimulated pussy with her strong, forceful fingers.

"Oh God! Fuck! Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh!!"

I screamed in wild, mindless, animal pleasure as my mistress drove her fingers into me and roughly fucked me while trapping one of my swollen nipples and cruelly pinching it while I orgasmed.

The climax went on and on, spasms wracking my body as I pulled and struggled against the ropes holding me prisoner. I cried out again and again. And just as one orgasm ended, another one began. I rode Anna's fingers as she rapidly brought me to one screaming orgasm after another. My throat became raw with the screaming and my inner-thigh muscles became achingly sore as I strained against the ropes that held my legs apart.

Eventually the orgasms subsided. My breathing was still labored, but slowly returning to normal. My body was slick with sweat and my breasts rose and fell with each breath. My throat was raw from screaming, my muscles and joints ached from straining against my restraints, and my buttocks, thighs and tits were ablaze from the whippings they'd received. Even so, I was filled with a strange sort of contentment.

In Verborgen, someone else was always in charge. Control was taken away from me and my overseers forced me to remain naked, forced me to obey. They spanked, whipped and pinched me whenever they wished, even if I hadn't done anything to earn myself punishment.

It was agonizing, but it was also exciting. In surrender, there was a feeling of ecstasy. I had become addicted to that feeling. I needed it. After my time in Verborgen, I'd become addicted to the feelings of helplessness and vulnerability that come from being a naked slave. Fortunately, I had friends like Anna who were willing to help me get my fix, so I didn't go through slave withdrawal.