Candice in Suburbia Ch. 03

Aimee came over. Anna was there too, as I'd come to expect by now.

I've known Aimee for years. We first met when we both attended ballet classes taught by the same teacher. She's had a crush on me for the entire time that she's known me, but it wasn't until just recently that she worked up the courage to say anything about it.

"It's not easy telling another girl that you have the hots for her," Aimee explained, looking at me. "If you tell it to the wrong girl, it can blow up in your face. It's scary. But after you became a slave, you just seemed so much more approachable."

I looked at Anna, not sure how or even if I should reply. Anna was looking directly at Aimee, and most definitely not at me.

"Slaves are conditioned to be polite," Anna responded, smiling at Aimee for several more seconds that seemed like forever. "Rudeness in a slave is always punished."

It was good that Aimee waited until I was a slave to express her feelings for me. Back when we first met, I was ostensibly straight. During my time as a slave, my sexuality broadened. I can now feel intense sexual arousal with females as well as males. This will become obvious.

"I think it's cute that you have a crush on Candice," Anna continued, still not looking my way. "What would you like to do with her?"

Aimee described her recurring fantasies about skinny dipping with me and asked if we could do that. Anna was my mistress, and it was clear Aimee understood, after attending my punishment, that she had to ask her permission before doing anything with me.

I think she also realized that if Anna agreed, it was not up to me to say yes or no. It excited me to know Anna had that much control over me. I can't explain the psychology behind it, but being Anna's property was intensely exciting.

* * *

The following Monday morning Anna drove the three of us up to Lake Morgan to swim naked. The sun was just peeking over the horizon as we left, but in spite of getting out of bed before dawn Aimee was so thrilled she was bouncing up and down in the car as Anna drove. Her enthusiasm was infectious and the more she gushed and bounced, the more I found myself looking forward to the upcoming festivities.

On a Monday morning most people would be at work or at school, and the lake was in a remote location, so we would have the whole lake to ourselves.

When we got there, Anna parked the car. Then she ordered me to help Aimee get undressed. Aimee stood near the vehicle with a manic smile as I got down on my knees and pulled off her shoes and socks. I kept looking up at her. Aimee's smile was so cute, it was hard to look away. If you could see how adorable Aimee looked, you'd understand perfectly why Anna wanted her and me to be together.

As did I.

I unzipped and unsnapped the front of her jeans. Then I pulled her pants down for her. Aimee pulled off her own shirt and Anna began the process of loading our clothes into the back seat of the car.

I was the last one to get undressed. Both Anna and Aimee watched me intently as I shed my clothes. I took off my shoes and socks. Aimee's gaze became even more intense as I grasped the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up to reveal my flat belly, my ribcage, and my boobs.

I tugged the t-shirt over my head and unbuttoned my jeans. Anna grabbed my T-shirt and threw it in the car. I pushed the jeans, with some difficulty, down past my thighs, exposing my nylon/spandex panties. When I finally removed my jeans completely, and I was standing there in the tall grass in just my low-rise panties, both Aimee and Anna looked at me with palpable anticipation, almost as if they'd never seen me naked before and were eager for their first glimpse ever at my bald pubes.

My panties were tiny, basically a low-rise G-string that covered my vulva and nothing else. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and yanked it down. Once the skimpy garment was on the ground, Anna snatched it up and tossed it into the backseat of the car, along with the rest of my clothes.

Aimee's eyes examined my naked body with an intensity that filled my stomach with butterflies.

The look on her face made me breathe funny and made my blood surge hot in my veins. The more blatantly she stared, the more intently she studied my naked body, the more I felt a throbbing urgency in my loins. It's amazing how a person can become sexually aroused from just an eager, hungry look, but that look on her face was a huge emotional trigger for me.

The three of us got into the lake, but it was difficult to concentrate on swimming. The water was freezing cold, and Aimee kept pinning me down with that look, like I was a yummy treat, and she couldn't wait to eat me.

At one point we were both treading water. Aimee looked adoringly into my eyes and said, "My nipples are rock hard right now."

"Because the water is so cold?" I asked.

Aimee didn't answer my question. My nipples were similarly achingly hard and erect. Yes, the cold water had something to do with it, but let's be honest—I was riding a potent wave of sexual arousal and that had something to do with it too.

When Anna, Aimee and I emerged from the lake, all three of us were cold and dripping wet. I shivered, and Aimee wrapped her arms around me. At first it was nice to simply share body heat, but I warmed up rapidly, and within moments she was kissing me.

The kiss seemed to generate more warmth than just Aimee and I huddling our bodies together. My heart pounded out a high-spirited, jubilant drumbeat as I responded to her passionate kiss and felt her wet, naked body pressed intimately into mine.

I moaned into Aimee's mouth as her tongue caressed mine, creating tingly feelings that began with my tongue but traveled all down my body, making my pussy throb with hungry spasms, re-stiffening my no longer cold nipples into hard, swollen nubs.

In between passionate kisses, Aimee made sexy, panting, heavy breathing noises—I loved the sounds that she made. And then we were kissing again, and I felt her wicked tongue sliding teasingly over mine.

At some point while we were kissing, Aimee's hand drifted down and took hold of one of my buttocks, fondling it as our kissing became more passionate. My heart raced.

Anna felt neglected, and she wasn't going to put up with that, so the two women were soon sharing me. If Aimee objected to that it was too bad, but it didn't appear she did. They passed me back and forth; I would hold one woman in my arms as we kissed passionately, while the other stood behind me, fondling my buttocks, kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. Then I would be passed off to the other and their roles would reverse.

While Aimee and I kissed, Anna grabbed my buttocks with both hands and lovingly fondled my curves. Of course, while Anna's hands enjoyed the feel of my naked backside, I reached down and grabbed one of Anna's buttocks. My fingers started at the back of her thigh and worked their way up to the firm flesh of her butt. Anna's butt was sculpted perfection. Her glutes were perfectly shaped, hard, firm, lean muscle, sheathed in soft, flawless skin. Just touching it made me feel this delicious sort of excitement in my inner being.

They switched.

My tongue mingled with Anna's as we kissed, and we both moaned into each other's mouth. I pressed my naked body against hers, and her skin felt deliciously smooth and slippery. Her bare thighs pressed against my thighs, her bare breasts casually brushed against my breasts and the side of her face nuzzled against my face. I could feel sexual heat radiating from her soft, smooth skin.

I held onto Aimee's left buttock and allowed two of my fingers to probe into the tight furrow between her sublime exquisite butt cheeks. She squirmed and made a girlish noise of indignation when my fingers grazed the tender flesh of her anus. Every noise she made was adorable. Every movement each of them made was erotic. I was enjoying both of them so much; I wanted this to go on forever.

I didn't really notice when Anna and I broke from our kiss, but at some point, our torsos separated and Anna took both of my breasts in her hands and began to roll my nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. The pressure and friction from Anna's loving fingers made my swollen nipples so distended and overstimulated that they ached, but it was a delicious sort of ache. It made me moan, and I arched my back and thrust my chest out, inviting Anna to continue her efforts at arousing my nipples.

And while Anna paid amorous attention to my nipples, Aimee wrapped an arm lovingly around my waist, snaked a hand between my thighs, and cupped my swollen, delicate pubic lips.

I felt exhilarated, and tingly. Anna and Aimee had inflamed my libido, and every touch of their fingertips, lips or tongues seemed to spur my libido to even more wanton heights. I felt shamelessly sexual. I wanted these women to have their way with me, to make me their naked, wanton bitch. I wanted them to have access to all my naughty bits and arouse my passions until my brain shut down completely and I was just a mindless naked screaming creature of wanton orgasmic pleasure.

Anna went on and on, arousing my nipples, inflaming them, eliciting tingly, naughty excitement from them. Her hands were magic on my naked flesh, and the tingly feeling in my nipples expanded across my naked body and inflamed the naughty, throbbing sensations in my loins as well.

While Anna toyed with my nipples one of Aimee's fingers worked its way into my damp sex and explored deeply. Then one finger became two, two fingers that thrust slowly in and out of me, making the throbbing in my loins even more delicious and urgent.

My own hands traveled across Anna's warm, naked body, taking hold of her hips, waist, or buttocks. My hands seemed to move without any instructions from me. I was overwhelmed by the flood of sensations as Anna and Aimee played with my naked body, and I seemed to do everything on impulse. The higher functions of my brain were mostly shut down at this point, and I was largely just responding to highly pleasurable external stimuli.

"Oh, Uh, huhhh, Uhhh," I said, making inarticulate vowel-sounds instead of words.

Once again Aimee and Anna traded places. Aimee and I were suddenly face to face while Anna fondled me from behind. Aimee's body was still wet and slippery, and I squealed with delight as she held me close and rubbed her slippery, naked body playfully against mine. My whole body felt tingly and energized. I leaned in close to Aimee and rubbed myself against her. The wetness of our bodies made the sensations of rubbing up against Aimee far more delicious. And at some point, Aimee eased her glistening wet thigh between my legs. I worked my plump pubic lips against her thigh and humped her leg like some sort of shameless slut.

While I was focused on Aimee I felt a strong grip, suddenly, on my wrist, and first one arm, then the other, was twisted forcefully behind my back.

"Hey!" I exclaimed as my wrists were pinned sharply between my shoulder blades.

"Maybe Aimee isn't into bondage, but I am," Anna exclaimed, laughing as she rendered me helpless. "I think you look sexier tied up." Then she proceeded to secure my wrists in tight rope bondage. I squirmed and grunted a little as she tied me up, but I made no serious attempts to break free.

I almost never admitted it out loud, but being tied up and helpless was a huge turn-on for me. There was something magical about being unable to use my hands while a dominant woman did things to me. I got swept away in a dark, delicious wave of sexual passion every time a woman had me tied up and helpless.

Anna was quite adept at rope bondage and by the time she finished tying me, I knew I could never get free. I pulled and strained against the ropes and once I verified that I was helpless, my heart pounded in my chest with joyful enthusiasm.

I was naked, tied up and on my knees, with Anna's firm, perfectly sculpted thighs in front of me. She was sexy as hell. My heart raced. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt deliciously owned and powerless as she looked down at me.

And then, without any conscious input from my brain, I found my face against the bare flesh of her naked thigh, planting loving kisses there. One kiss was followed by another, and then two more, and then I lost count. Anna's thighs were delicious, and they were a treat to touch with my lips.

"Oh, God," Anna exclaimed.

I licked the nectar off the delicate, pink petals of her swollen sex. Her pubic lips had become unfurled, and I licked at the delicate folds that revealed themselves to me.

I dragged my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top, and was almost immediately rewarded with the sounds of lusty moaning and panting coming from my mistress's lips. Then her hips began to squirm and dance as I strove to work my magic on Anna's sex with my tongue.

I was kneeling in the tall grass and weeds as I worked my face into her crotch and probed her delicious sex with my tongue. I loved the sounds that Anna made as I worked my tongue into her plump, glistening pubic lips. And I loved the taste as I licked the outer lips of her vulva. It was almost like butter, but more exotic somehow. She tasted like liquid heaven on my tongue.

My face was in between Anna's thighs, and she made happy, contented moaning and gasping sounds. I ran my tongue across the swollen, pink folds of her pubic lips, and savored the taste.

When the orgasm finally hit, Anna utterly lost the ability to communicate verbally and was reduced to making vowel sounds as her sex spasmed and she panted uncontrollably. With my tongue still inside of her, Anna's hips squirmed, and her thighs trembled and shook in an erotic, adorable sort of way.

"Ohhh! Aaahhh! Aaaaahhhhh! Oh, God, that was amazing," Anna enthused. "That was so powerful, my legs are all wobbly. I think I may fall down."

Aimee held onto Anna and helped her stagger over to the car so she could lean against it. When Anna was comfortably positioned so she wouldn't fall down, Aimee assisted me in standing up and within moments, we were kissing again.

My tongue mingled with hers as we kissed, and we both moaned into each other's mouth. I pressed my naked body against hers, and while she was still dripping wet, her skin had become quite warm.

"You two look so beautiful," Anna commented from where she was leaning against the car. "I love watching you. Just keep doing what you're doing."

Aimee moaned, and the side of her face nuzzled against my face. Her skin was soft and smooth and hot, and I could still feel the sexual heat radiating from her naked body. Her soft, round breasts pressed up against mine and my heartbeat quickened.

Aimee's fingertips touched me everywhere as we kissed, and erotic tingles seemed to resonate across my body wherever her lips or fingertips contacted my skin. Each touch was cumulative, making me feel increasingly aroused. The fact that I was helpless to touch her excited me even more. I was reeling, and there was a pulsing fire in my loins as Aimee had her way with me.

Then she placed a hand between my thighs and prodded my pussy lips apart. She slid two fingers inside me and pushed deep. Her fingers slowly pumped in and out, making the throbbing in my sex unbearably intense and I mewled and whimpered as I was pushed closer and closer to a potent orgasm.

She placed her mouth over mine and kissed me fervently as her fingers worked their way into the gap between my swollen nether lips. I moaned into her mouth as we kissed and gyrated my hips in a shameless manner.

I was being impaled in two places. Aimee worked her tongue deep into my mouth and her fingers deep into my pussy. I was carried away, savoring the sensations of having her fingers and tongue inside of me and I made a gasping sound that was muffled by her mouth being clamped over mine.

"Oh, yeah. Keep doing that," Anna said.

How many yummy nerve endings are in a woman's labia? I don't know, but it must be a lot. It felt like millions. As Aimee pumped her fingers inside me, she orchestrated an entire symphony of delicious responses that began in my vulva and resonated across my entire body.

I moaned with rising passion into Aimee's mouth and my swollen clitoris throbbed, and I could hear a throbbing in my ears that seemed to sync up with the throbbing in between my legs.

Aimee explored my mouth with her tongue, and I loved the way she stimulated the nerve endings in there too. I moaned, although with her lips clamped over mine, my moans were muffled. Tingling sensations that began in my mouth spread across my naked body, finally reaching the sacred place between my thighs, making me feel even wetter and making my clit throb even more.

My pussy was ruthlessly plundered by strong fingers as my mouth was invaded by a hot, eager, female tongue. Orgasm after orgasm rocked my body. My helpless, naked body went into uncontrollable spasms. Every nerve ending in my body was alive and tingling as I was penetrated in two places; bold, mischievous fingers deep within my pussy while an enthusiastic amorous tongue probed my mouth.

"Oh God!" I gasped when Aimee's mouth disengaged from mine. My chest was heaving, and my breath came in loud, panting gulps.

It went on like that for hours; one woman would shamelessly stimulate me, then the other. And of course, I was forced to lick both women to orgasm again and again until my tongue was exhausted.

* * *

Skinny dipping was fun, but Anna had ideas of her own, and as her slave, I had no choice but to go along with them.

One of her ideas involved going door to door, informing my closest neighbors that I was Anna's slave.

I adore Anna's dominance over me, I adore being her property and I love it when she punishes me, but I find it to be an agonizing humiliation when I'm forced to explain slave status to 'normal' people. Anna enjoys watching me twist and squirm when I go through that sort of emotional agony, so she decided to escort me through the neighborhood and watch as I humiliated myself in front of all my neighbors.

The first time Anna forced me to engage in this activity, I knocked on fifteen doors. Only five people answered the door when I knocked. Each time nobody responded, I breathed an audible sigh of relief.

Of course, the people who did answer the door openly stared. They looked me up and down, their assessing eyes focusing on my boobs, my shamefully hard nipples and the wetness glistening on my pink slit. I wasn't just naked; I was also visibly aroused as I walked the neighborhood and knocked on people's doors.

I could feel the blood rush to my face each time I blushed with embarrassment. The rush of blood was so intense, sometimes I felt I might pass out.

Much of the time we were out there, Anna kept a grip on my arm. Maybe she was getting ready to grab me in case I fainted. Or maybe she was preparing to grab me in case I tried to run away.

At any rate, I allowed Anna to pull me along as we went from house to house, and suffered humiliation after humiliation as my neighbors ogled me. The last house we visited that day belonged to Phil and Claire Patron. They lived about three blocks down from me. My mother and I have known them for years and I was friends with their daughters before I became a slave.

My stomach was in knots and my heart beat painfully fast as I knocked on their front door. You would think that at some point I would become used to exposing my naked body to friends and neighbors, but no matter how many times I did it, I still felt helpless and vulnerable. I felt a powerful urge to flee but instead, I stood there and endured feelings of dread as I waited for them to answer the door.

Claire Patron answered the door and looked me over. At first, the expression on her face was one of confusion, and then motherly concern. Then Anna forced me to explain why I was there.