Candice in Suburbia Ch. 04

I obeyed without comment. I put my hands behind my back and crossed my wrists while Anna opened a desk drawer and took out a pair of handcuffs. I'd been handcuffed many times before, but somehow still I had a strong emotional reaction each time it happened.

I trembled at the touch of cold, hard metal around my wrists, and I felt a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. My heart thudded insistently in my chest, and I flinched as the authoritative clicks of the stainless-steel cuffs signaled with finality my total helplessness.

Naked and bound, I looked over my shoulder and gave Anna a look. She returned a wicked smile, and something about that smile made my pussy tingle. It was a smile that said she was going to be cruel, but I knew that it was the sort of cruelty that I was going to enjoy.

Then she pointed to a spot in the center of the room and said, "See the rug between the posts? I want you to lie on it. On your back."

The way I was bound, it was awkward and ungraceful to lie on my back. I couldn't use my hands to maneuver into position and I wound up lying on one of my forearms.

It didn't matter. Leather cuffs quickly buckled around each of my ankles and Anna and Barb proceeded to lift my restraints up to curved hooks at the top of each post. I ended up lying on my shoulders, with my bare feet spread far, far apart. With my ankles raised so high and wide, my bald pubes were indecently on display.

Everyone in the room had an excellent view of my pink slit. Anna and Barb took a few moments to examine my plump, glistening pubic lips and make comments about how the way I was bound made it impossible for me to hide my sexual arousal.

"I should force you into this posture more often," Anna said brightly. "After all, you are my sex slave, and your sex lips are so adorable."

Barbara placed a hand between my legs and kneaded my exposed sex. I gasped reflexively and squirmed as she played with my pussy. The fact that I was so helpless heightened my feelings of sexual excitement, and when Barb withdrew her fingers, they were soaking wet with my juices.

"You've become a shameless, wanton slut," Barbara said. "I think it's adorable that you're constantly ready for sex. You're so much fun now."

Then Anna placed her hand on my sex and ran her fingers up and down. She felt me up from my vagina to my anus. I couldn't do anything to stop her, so I just moaned, gasped and squirmed in my bondage.

My legs trembled as my mistress worked two of her fingers into my pussy. She probed my wet, throbbing sex, searching for responsive nerve endings. Within seconds she had me squirming and making inarticulate vowel noises.

"Oooooh, Uuhhhhhh, Aaaahhhh."

"This is fun," Anna exclaimed cheerfully as she pumped her fingers in and out of me.

My body soon became feverish, overheated and overstimulated. Anna's fingers probed deep into my vaginal cleft and another agonizing wave of desire passed through me, making my legs twitch, my nipples swell with heat. I whimpered and panted as Anna's fingers explored my sensitive interior and again my poor sex throbbed with hungry spasms.

I reveled in the feeling of her fingers inside me, exploring my moist interior. They delved deep. Her fingertips prodded, searching for areas that were especially sensitive or receptive to being touched. Every time she found a spot that was sufficiently sensitive, I would moan and whimper and struggle to close my widespread legs.

She smeared my wetness over my mound, then felt me from front to back, parting my labia, moving a finger along the moistened cleft. Then, in a throaty purr, she proclaimed, "The look on your face right now is so delicious. You're my helpless prisoner, suffering in sexual need, but you have no way to free yourself and no way of knowing if I'll allow you to have the orgasm that you so desperately crave."

My voice was weak and shaky, but I somehow managed to reply, "Yes, mistress."

Naked, with my legs spread obscenely far apart, and my mistress impaling me deep with her strong, forceful fingers, I felt completely helpless and vulnerable, just as Anna intended.

Anna penetrated me with her fingers over and over. She'd start with just one, then two, then three fingers. My legs trembled as I felt a powerful orgasm building inside of me and then she'd pull out. She'd withdraw her fingers from my sopping wet hole and move further back, brushing her fingers across my perineum, smearing my juices against my exposed anus.

Then Anna withdrew her fingers completely, sauntered over to the pegboard, and selected a whip. She looked down at my helpless, bound nudity and said, "Okay, slave girl, can you guess what I'm going to do next?"

I was enveloped in a strange flood of fear and joy. My eyes widened and I looked up at my beautiful mistress.

"You're going to whip my pussy?"

It was a frightening prospect, and intensely arousing. Without thinking, I struggled against my bonds. I knew I could never get free, but when a slave girl is told the most intimate part of her anatomy is about to be whipped, the reaction is automatic.

"Oooh, a girl is so sensitive there!" Barara enthused.

"Are you saying I shouldn't do it?" Anna asked, grinning back at Barb.

"No, I'm not saying that at all," Barbara replied, with terrifying alacrity. "Definitely, go ahead and whip her! I want to see this!"

Anna's plan was to make me cum by whipping my poor pubic lips. Most women couldn't achieve an orgasm by being whipped between their legs, but my sex slave conditioning had altered me in ways I couldn't have anticipated. When applied the right way, pain could be a potent aphrodisiac to a girl like me.

Anna held the whip up where I could see it and for a moment, my heart beat too fast, and I felt a surge of delicious fear. Slaves always fear the whip, even if we find it to be sexually exciting.

THWACK!

"Ow!"

THWACK!

"Ow! Aaahhh!"

With my legs bound so far apart, my vagina was an easy target. I struggled against my bonds and twisted around as much as I could, but it was futile. Anna's whip cut into my exposed pleasure cleft with total precision no matter how much I struggled.

THWACK!

"Aaaahhhh!"

The whip made a wet slapping sound each time it struck my pink slit. Every snap of the whip across my innocent labia was painful, but there was a dark deliciousness to the pain.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

As Anna's whip scorched my soft vulva, wave after agonizing wave of desire passed through me, heating my loins, hardening my nipples, and my sex throbbed with hungry spasms.

I gasped, moaned, and thrust my pelvis in a lewd, shameful manner as I was whipped. Stinging pain and dark desire surged through me together as my pink pussy was abused by the single-thong whip. And by angling my hips in just the right way, I could ensure that Anna's whip would strike me directly across my swollen clit.

You see, even though I hissed and gasped and moaned at the sharp, biting pain, that pain contained an unspoken promise of orgasmic release.

Finally, I shuddered and sobbed with orgasmic pleasure as the orgasm washed over me and swept me away on a tidal wave of orgasmic ecstasy. I jerked and bucked and writhed, pulling and twisting against my bonds as a sexual hurricane tore through me.

Then the whipping stopped, and I went limp, gasping, panting and moaning as the waves of pleasure ebbed.

"Oh, God," I gasped as I lay there, looking up at the ceiling.

I was emotionally and physically exhausted, and thought that I might drift off into unconsciousness, bound and helpless as I was. The orgasmic afterglow was just beginning to die down when Barbara got on her hands and knees and worked her face between my widespread legs.

Oooooohh!"

I gasped as Barb's mouth took possession of my swollen and tender vulva, as her impressive tongue eased between my drenched pubic lips.

"Aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh, ooohhh."

Her tongue worked at my pussy. I was extra sensitive there because of my recent whipping. My labia felt raw and red, but the fact that Barbara's tongue actually stung a little as it moved over the line of my sex only added to my sexual excitement.

I moaned, and thrust my loins up towards Barb's mouth, encouraging her to abuse my wounded vulva with her tongue. I gasped and whimpered, staring, my eyes glassy and unfocused as Barb mouthed my pussy.

I was helpless, a bound, naked prisoner with my ankles spread indecently far apart. My feelings of helplessness only amplified my sexual excitement and I felt one spasm after another ripple through my body. My wet, pink sex belonged more to Barb than it did to me, and I arched my back, rolled my hips and twisted around pornographically in my bonds as my friend forced another powerful orgasm out of me.

I lay there helpless and looked up at my bald pubes. I looked up to either side along my legs to those leather straps on my ankles. It was darkly erotic, being forced to confront in shame my helplessness and vulnerability. I should have hated being so helpless and abused, but instead, I loved it. I was reeling from potent sensations, the sting of the whip, the thrill of orgasmic release. I panted and my breasts heaved, while the ever-present strain on my inner thighs continued to reinforce my feelings of helplessness.

"So, which do you like more?" Barb asked as she wiped my juices off her mouth and looked down at me adoringly. "My mouth or Anna's whip?"

I continued to pant and attempted to sift through my feelings. Both the whip and Barb's mouth were delicious in their own way. I couldn't choose a favorite. I tried to explain this to Barbara, but she found my argument unconvincing.

"So, you don't have a clear favorite?" Anna asked, a wicked smile starting to form. "Maybe you can't make a decision yet because you need more data to analyze."

She and Anna shared a look. Beautiful, amused smiles blossomed over each of their faces. I tensed and squeezed my eyes shut as I realized what my two mistresses had in mind.

THWACK!!!