So she laid there, relaxing, watching the sweat drip off his naked body, and getting somewhat aroused by what she saw. Slave Brandon was obviously feeling the same way, for he was hard as a rock. Princess smiled and said “oh, slaveboy, as long as you’re going to have a stiffie, you may as well put it to good use for me. The bugs out here are just awful, so go get one of those bug-repelling citronella candles in the pails, the ones with the handles on top, light it, and hang it from your cock!” Princess laughed as she said this. Brandon complied, got the candle, lit it and hung it from his cock. The weight soon began to really dig into his cock but that was Brandons problem, not Princesses. Despite the pain from the large and heavy candle, despite worrying he’d burn himself, despite how hard it was to shovel and bend over in the flower bed due to the candle, and despite Princesses constant laughing over how every time he bent over the sweat would drip on the candle and put it out, he seemed to get even more hard and aroused.

Yet despite all this, Brandon didn’t mind, not only because as a slave he didn’t have a choice, but because he truly worshipped, adored, and loved Princess Katie. He wanted to please her and her happiness was his happiness. Soon the flower bed was done. Suddenly Princess Katie ordered all other slaves back to the stable. Brandon was ordered to stay behind, still with the candle on his hard dick. She got up and walked over to him and smiled. She whispered in his ear “lets get in the pool… and have me replace that candle.”

by Mike

“What the hell are you doing here?” she shouted after she had regained her composure.

“Nothing” I said as I was quickly getting up, surreptitiously stuffing my penis back into my shorts.

“Nothing?” she exclaimed, “You were doing nothing! “If you did what I think you did you are in big trouble”.

Jenn inspected the wall beside the woodpile.

Moments later she jumped up and yelled: “You sick pervert; you have been spying on me. Get into the house, now”.

“No, Jenn, I swear I didn’t do that” I winced.

“Get into the house” she continued to bark, kicking me in my rear end.

“Please Jenn, it’s not what you think” I continued while being forced to enter the cottage.

Once inside, Jenn was pacing; fuming like I had never seen her before. I got on my knees, begging: “please Jenn, just let me go, I’ll never do it again”.

“So you admit that you were spying on me, you pervert” she shouted.

“No…I mean…I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, please just let me go. I swear; I’ll never do it again” I continued to plea.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. And what’s that in your hand?”

“Euh…it’s just a handkerchief” I said.

“Let’s see it” she said, holding out her hand.

“But it’s nothing” I replied.

She came over and slapped me. Then, taking my hand, she pried it open and took out the piece of fabric.

“That’s a pair of my panties” she said, holding them up “Where the hell did you get those from?”

At that point I knew that the gig was up, there was no way I could talk myself out of this so I just lowered my eyes and said, in the most apologetic voice: “I am sorry Jenn”.

Her only reply was another hard slap.

“I asked you where you got them from” she repeated, more insistently.

“I got them out of your dirty linen bag” I said quietly.

“But I just arrived, there is nothing in my…”

She looked at me with astonishment, but then realising that I had been violating her privacy for a while she went completely berserk punching and kicking me and crying out: “you dirty pig, this is not the first time you do this you degenerate piece of crap and you have been breaking into the cottage and going through my stuff, I’m gonna kill you, you filthy piece of shit”.

I rolled onto the floor, curling up in the foetal position, trying to protect my most sensitive areas from her onslaught while at the same time trying to reason with her: “please Jenn, ah, stop it, ah, Jenn, please, ah, Jenn, ah, Jenn, stop, please, ah, aaaah, stop…”

Eventually, all out of breath and slightly calmed down, she did stop. She sat down in the rocking chair and said: “get on your knees and tell me everything and don’t lie to me”.

“I’m sorry Jenn, I didn’t mean to spy on you” I said shamefully.

“I’m sorry Jenn, I didn’t mean to Jenn” she said mimicking my meagrely voice. “You didn’t mean to? So what, somebody held a gun to your head and forced you to look at me through that crack in the wall and go through my stuff?” she shouted while tipping forward in her rocking chair and giving me another slap in the face. “I don’t want to hear any more of your poor excuses; I want to know when you started to do this, what you have seen and what you have taken”.

“This was the first time I actually looked through that crack, I swear” I exclaimed.

Again she tipped her chair forward and slapped me twice.

At this point, I started to cry and said again, sobbing: “please Jenn, just let me go”.

“Oh, the poor baby is crying now” she said sarcastically “well you should have thought about this earlier. If you don’t start telling me the truth right now I will have no other choice but to call the police, is that what you want?”

“No, no please Jenn, not the police, I’ll tell you everything” I replied quickly, then, lowering my head I said in a quiet voice: “I’ve had an eye on you all the time we were in the same class for the night courses and when you moved back in with your parents last year, after your boyfriend broke up with you, I was elated because I was going to see you more often”.

“First of all, he did not brake up with me, I broke up with him, and secondly, did I hear you correctly; you had an eye on me?” she exclaimed. “You’re twice my age, do you really think I want to date a fossil?” You had an eye on me!” “Dream on buddy, I need a real man, not some washed up geezer who can probably not even get it up anymore”. “You had an eye on me” she added, shaking her head. “Ya, whatever, continue”.

“I talked to your parents and since we are neighbours and you and I had gone to night school together, they didn’t find it unusual for me to inquire about you. This is when they told me that you were going to the cottage every weekend as soon as the weather turned warm. I also learned that the cottage belonged to your family but that you were the only one to really take advantage of it. They also informed me that they had not really looked after it for years; so when I offered to have a look at it just to make sure that it was still safe; they were quite pleased. So, one evening, during the week when most cottages are empty I went to inspect the place and realised that the bathroom wall was just made up of some boards with gaps between them and no insulation which allowed a pretty good view of what was going on inside. The following weekend and each weekend afterward, I drove up here, parked my car in the woods, out of sight and usually hid in an old hunter’s lean-to about 20 metres away which gave me a pretty good view of the place without being seen. In the beginning I only came over in the evening or early morning but then I got a bit more daring and started to hide under the tarp even during the day since, in all the time I watched you, you had never come close to that area”.

Jenn looked at me intently with her green piercing eyes.

“Since you never locked the door to the cottage when you were out swimming in the lake” I continued with even more shame in my voice “it was easy for me to get your panties out of your dirty linen bag and replace them with a fresh…with a more soiled one, on a regular basis when your smell had started to fade. My preferred ones were the ones you wore during your morning jog”.

Then, making myself as small as possible and lowering my voice even more, I added: “I have seen you take showers and go to the toilet”.

Jenn looked at me, waiting to hear more details.

“I…I…saw you…having a pee, and…also defecating, and…euh…I…I…have…I have seen you changing your tampons. One night, you didn’t close the curtains of your bedroom window properly so I…I’ve…I’ve seen you masturbate”.

The further I went on with the story, the more visibly shaken Jenn became by my revelations. If her eyes could kill I’d be lying on the floor in a pool of my blood. When I was done, she said: “Take off your clothes”.

“What?” I said, incredulously.

“You have seen me naked; it’s only fair that I see you naked too”.

I have to confess that the thought of being naked in front of Jenn was more of a dream come true than a punishment, in fact, I had fantasised about this many times, so that when I was standing there in my birthday suit, I actually had a little smile on my face.

“Wipe that stupid smile off your face” she barked while walking around me, checking me out. “How could you even think about going out with me? I’m totally into exercise; running, rowing and so on and you are a couch potato which is quite obvious from that flabby body of yours. And you’re not very well endowed either” she added while taking my little prick into her hand and pulling back the foreskin. Sadly, even though I was quite excited by all that manipulation it did not produce an erection.

After a while she asked: “so when did you start doing this?”

“Last summer” I admitted sheepishly.

“Last summer! You mean you have been looking at me and going through my intimates since last summer?” she yelled.

“Yes” I said quietly.

“Wait a minute, that means that you have seen other people as well, doesn’t it? Who have you seen?” she asked forcefully.

“NOONE, you are the only one I have seen” I tried to reassure her.

“Who have you seen” she shouted, slapping me hard again.

“I…I’ve seen you once with a guy but I didn’t come close because I was afraid he would see, especially after he had gone to the woodpile to collect some wood for a campfire” I said

“Who else?” she continued.

“Euh …I…euh…nobody else” I said. But seeing that she did not believe me and that she was getting ready to slap me again, I reluctantly added: “I’ve…seen…euh…Lindsay”.

“Lindsay? Well if you think I was pissed about your little antics, wait until Lindsay finds out later” she said.

“Lindsay is coming later?” I asked with panic in my voice.

“Oh, yes” Jenn said.

“But we don’t have to tell her, do we?” I pleaded.

“You’re right, we don’t have to tell her…but we will” she added with glee.

And just as she finished her sentence, a car drove up the lane and stopped in front of the cottage.

“Get on your knee” said Jenn.

“But…”

“But nothing, shut up and get on your knee” repeated Jenn while slapping me again.

“Hi” said Lindsay cheerfully as she came in the door, and as soon as she saw me she added: “what is he doing here…and why…what is going on?”

“Hi” said Jenn, “let me show you something” and then turning toward me, she added: “and you stay were you are”.

Both Women went outside and a few minutes later Lindsay stormed back in, coming straight toward me. She was livid. While cursing at me, she started to punch and kick me just like Jenn had done previously except that Lindsay was much stronger then Jenn. Again, I curled up on the floor in a foetal position, protecting my head and tucking my balls between my legs while trying to get her to stop: “please Lindsay, ah, ah, aaah, Lindsay, ah, please Lindsay, I’m ah, ah, sorry, ah, please Lindsay, ah, stop, please, ah, I’m sorry, ah, aaaah, ah…”

Eventually Jenn pulled her back which gave me the opportunity to hide behind the sofa.

Up until now, the two Women had not had time to really assimilate the situation; they had both been acting on instinct. Now they went outside on the deck, leaving me, still crouched behind the sofa. About 15 minutes later, Lindsay came back in, still looking very upset, though not necessarily angry, more like deeply hurt.

“Get over here” she shouted, “now”.

As I was crawling from behind the sofa, she came over and pulled me by the ear to the middle of the room. At the same time, Jenn came back with a rope which she swung over the central beam of the cottage.

Lindsay dragged me over to it and fastened one end around my wrists. She crouched down and said: are you afraid yet?”

“Yes” I said in a terrified voice”.

“Good, because if you think that the beating you just received was the worst that’s going to happen, you better think again” she said before spitting in my face. Both Women then pulled on the other end of the rope until I was on my knees with my arms above my head. Jenn then bent down to look me in the eyes and said: “Do you have any idea how we feel?

“I’m sorry” is the only thing I managed to say.

Jenn slapped me and broke out in tears, then she stood up and turned her back to me, still sobbing.

Lindsay came over.

“You miserable piece of shit” she barked at me. “You have made us feel dirty, humiliated, degraded. You have seen us do things not even our boyfriends have seen us do. When we go to the bathroom we expect to have peace and quiet. We feel safe to engage in the most intimate actions, knowing that we are alone with nobody watching. And you, you fucked up piece of dirt, you violated this sacred space, you intruded this safe zone. And on top of that, you have gone through our personal items. And again, you have taken the one item which is the most intimate, which we hide from everybody else until it is clean and even then we shove it into a draw before anybody else can see it. What you did is the most despicable thing anybody could do to a Woman. You disgust me” she added at the end before spitting in my face again.

“I’m sorry” I replied sobbing, “I didn’t mean to”.

“You’re sorry, of course you’re sorry because we caught you, if we hadn’t, you’d still be violating our privacy, wouldn’t you?” yelled Jenn while turning around to face me.

At that point the Women pulled on the rope again until I was standing on tiptoes in the middle of the cottage, my arms now stretched to the max.

“I think the problem is here” said Lindsay while taking a hold of my scrotum and squeezing it forcefully

“Ah, aaah, please stop, ah, ah” I cried out.

“You said that you didn’t mean to spy on us” she continued. “Well that means that instead of thinking with your brain you were thinking with your balls. So the only way to prevent you from doing such appalling things in the future; is to cut them off”.

“What” I shouted, my eyes almost jumping out of their sockets, “NO, PLEASE, NO”.

She let go of my balls, went to the kitchen area and came back shortly after with a big chef’s knife. While she was doing that, Jenn took a few pictures with her digital camera.

“There” she said “this way you will be able to look at them once they’re gone”.

“NO, NO, PLEASE, PLEASE DON’T, PLEASE DON’T, I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t do that” I pleaded.

“You would do anything?” said Lindsay.

“Yes, yes, I swear, I’ll do anything for you and Jenn” I continued to plead.

“You swear?” she asked.

“I swear, I swear, I’ll do anything for you and Jenn if you don’t cut off my balls” I ejaculated.

“Well now you are thinking with your head, but as soon as you are on your own you’ll start thinking with these again” said Lindsay, taking a hold of my testes once more. “I just don’t believe you, so say goodbye to your balls”.

“NOOOOO, “AAAAAAAAAH” I cried out as I saw Lindsay put the knife under my scrotum and in a swift move draw it across. “AAAAhh, AAAaaahh, aaaaahhhh, aaah…”

Both Women looked at me with sadistic smiles on their faces.

Lindsay held up both her hands in front of my eyes. One was still holding the knife while the other one was empty. There was no blood on the knife or on her hands

I looked down and saw that all parts were still where they should be. My sobs turned to hysteric crying, my tears running down my cheeks in large rivulets.

“I drew the back of the knife across your sack, but remember, cutting them off is still an option” said Lindsay before adding: “and now, your next punishment”.

“I have a better idea than the leather belts” said Jenn “come with me and bring the knife with you” Then she added, while looking at me with a big grin on her lips “don’t move, we’ll be right back”.

A few minutes later the Women returned, each carrying freshly cut switches from the bushes surrounding the property. They both tried a few of them out by slashing the air several time, producing a menacing “swoosh” each time. They took their positions on either side of me and without any further fanfare they started to unleash a barrage of smacks, hitting me indiscriminately on my buttocks, the front and back of my thighs, even my penis. The pain was unbearable; my cries were so loud that after a few hits, they stopped.

“Fuck, you can hear him all across the lake” said Lindsay.

“I have an idea” replied Jenn “I have just what we need to shut him up”.

“So you like to sniff my dirty panties?” she said “let’s see how much you like sucking on them” she continued while stuffing the panties she had retrieved from me earlier, into my mouth, then putting some duct tape around my head and over my lips several times to keep her frilly gag in place. Then they resumed the flagellation even more viciously than before. My muffled cries filled the air while tears were rolling down my cheeks. I had never experience so much pain before. I whinged and cried, barely able to breath.

I don’t know how long the ordeal lasted, it felt like an eternity but eventually it was over. The two Women, all sweaty and out of breath, laid down their rods and had a drink of water.

“I need to refresh myself, let’s go for a swim” said Lindsay.

“Should we get him down?” asked Jenn.

“No, let’s leave him; that will keep him out of trouble. But let’s take a few pictures first”.

Before leaving for their swim, they did remove my gag, first ripping off the tape, then taking out Jenn’s panties and draping them over my head and then, of course, they took more pictures.

While the Women were enjoying themselves, splashing about in the water, my arms were slowly getting numb and the rope was cutting into my wrists, causing even more distress. I could still feel the burning and stinging every place the switches had left their marks. Tears continued streaming down my face. After about an hour, they came back, still all giddy and dripping wet.

“What a pretty ornament” said Lindsay “maybe we should keep him hanging there”.

Thankfully, they did not. Back on the ground I started to massage my sore wrists and shoulders, before even thinking about the rest of my body which was still on fire.

As I was lying there on the floor, taking care of my aching parts, the Women came over and, looked at me with disdain.

“Look at this pathetic piece of shit” said Lindsay before adding, addressing me: “this is just the beginning; we’re not done with you, not by a long shot”.

“Do you want to hear something funny” asked Jenn, “he said that he had an eye on me, as far back as the night courses we took together”.

“You’re kidding” said Lindsay, and then addressing me she added: “do you really thing that any of us would stoop so low as to go out with a useless little geezer like you, especially with a puny wiener like this?” “Can you even get it up; I’ve heard that guys of your age need to pop Viagra like candy to satisfy a Woman”.

“I’m not that old” I replied, “I’m in my mid-forties, but…euh…I do…euh…need a booster once in a while”.

“I figured that much” added Jenn “when I touched his dick earlier it stayed flabby like a wet rag. Can you get it hard at all?”

“Yes” I said.

“Well, let’s see it, start masturbating, after all” said Jenn, “you’ve seen me masturbate, I think it is only fair that we see you do it as well”.

Both Women sat down on the sofa. Lindsay took the camera, snapping many pictures of me, kneeling in front of them playing with myself. Unfortunately, as much as I tried, I could not get it hard.

“Maybe we should let him sniff our panties; that might get him going” said Lindsay.

Jenn got up and started to yell right into my face: “what kind of a man are you?” “I don’t think you’re a man at all, you’re a limp dick, that’s what I’ll be calling you from now on, ‘limp dick’. Pathetic, you’re absolutely pathetic and you wanted to date me, ha, that’s never going to happen”.

Jenn’s gorgeous face was just a few centimetres from mine, her blond shoulder-long hair framing it delightfully. Her usually cool translucent eyes were like red hot ambers while her thin lips were spitting out one insult after another. All of that chastisement had a strange effect on me. I suddenly felt very horny. As my excitement grew I could feel my dick getting harder and harder. I closed my eyes, remembering Jenn’s beautiful athletic body, her small breasts, her flat stomach, her muscular arms and thighs and her immaculately shaven vulva, showcasing the slit to her hidden treasures. I started to moan, continuing to work my now rock hard member. I was about to have the most powerful orgasm I could imagine when I felt my hand being pulled away. I opened my eyes.

“That’s enough” shouted Lindsay.

“But Lindsay, I was almost there, please let me finish” I pleaded.

“No” she just said dryly “you have probably come so many times at our expense, now we control your schedule”.

“It’s almost time for supper anyway” said Jenn “everything is in the fridge, go prepare the salad and cook the chicken breasts on the barbecue and when you are ready come and serve us”.

Instead of going to the kitchen I made my way to the bathroom.

“Where the heck are you going?” asked Jenn.

“I need to go to the bathroom” I said.

“Dirty animals like you don’t use human toilets, they go in the woods, so get out” she continued.

“But, euh, I…euh, need to do number 2” I said.

“Didn’t you hear what Jenn said, get the fuck out” interjected Lindsay.

I went outside, followed by the two Women, and crouched down in the bushes about 20 m away from the cottage.

“Look me in the eyes” said Jenn as I was trying to have my bowel movement. “Embarrassing, isn’t it to have to perform such a private affair in front of people”.

I turned red, both from the humiliation and from straining to relieve myself. I lowered my gaze.

“Look at me” shouted Jenn “I want to see the embarrassment in your eyes.

I looked up again just as a couple of farts announced the imminent arrival of my turd. Both Women had large grins on their faces. Of course, Lindsay made sure to capture it all on film.

When I was done, Jenn said: “clean yourself off with the garden hose, then go wash your hands properly before preparing our food”.

While I was preparing supper, the two Ladies sat on the deck, sipping wine. I could hear their conversation.

“I still can’t believe that he wanted to go out with you. If it weren’t so pathetic it would actually be funny” said Lindsay.

“The only redeeming factor is that he has money. You know what they say: ‘a thick wallet is the best aphrodisiac” continued Jenn.

“You’re not seriously considering going out with him? Said Lindsay.

“Don’t worry, I need more than just a fat wallet” explained Jenn.

“You had me worried there for a moment” continued Lindsay. “Besides, he swore he would do anything for us, so we can still use his dough without having to compensate him with anything but our total contempt”.

They stopped talking for a while. When supper was ready, I served it outside on the deck. While they were eating, I knelt beside the table, waiting for their orders.

After supper, I cleaned up everything before the Ladies came back in. They sat down on the sofa and ordered me to get in front of them on all fours, using me thus as their foot rest.

“Ahhh, this is the life” said Lindsay, taking a large gulp of her beer. They started to talk about everything and anything, just as if I had not been there. They talked about clothes, about their jobs, men, former boyfriends, and of course about sports. Every once in awhile, Lindsay would order me to get her another beer or to top-up Jenn’s wine glass. They talked well into the night until Lindsay finally said: “It’s getting late; we should store him for the night”.

“You’re right” replied Jenn. “We could put him in the pantry, it’s a bit small but there are no windows and we can lock the door from the outside”.

“Excellent” approved Lindsay.

The room was indeed not big. I could only stand or sit on the floor with my legs bent against my torso.

“This is just perfect for him and to prevent him from playing with his little dick, let’s bind him” said Lindsay.

They fastened my arms behind my back and left me sitting in the cold room, locking the door and turning off the light.

The pantry was right beside the bathroom so I could hear them taking their piss and otherwise getting ready to go to bed but I could not see anything.

Lindsay was sleeping on the sofa. There were a few cracks in the door of the pantry so that I could see her getting undressed and slipping under the covers. If she knew, I would get another beating I thought. I was about to lie back and close my eyes when I saw Lindsay’s covers move and I could hear her moan softly. I pressed one eye closely to the largest crack. She pushed the sheets off her breasts giving me full view of her opulent chest and her hand massaging them and playing with her nipples while the other hand remained hidden but still in full action. I was getting more and more excited. Oddly enough, without even touching it, my little dick was standing at attention now. Was it because Lindsay had prevented me from getting my release earlier or was it that I could only get a hard-on when I was doing something illicit, like spying on Lindsay or when I was admonished by Women like Jenn did. It’s almost like Lindsay knew exactly what to do to increase my emotional despair. After a while, her moans became more pressing while her hands sped up on her breasts and nipples and the covers moved faster. Eventually I could hear her almost imperceptible moans: “oooohhhh, ooooohhhh, oooooohhh”.

I continued to watch her as she was slowly coming down from her orgasmic high, still caressing her breasts. When she had recovered she got up and came toward the pantry. She was completely naked except for her panties. I had seen her naked before of course but looking at her now, slowly coming toward me I realised how muscular she was. She had the body of a rugby player, strong thighs, well developed shoulders and arms and while her belly was more rotund than Jenn’s, it still looked very appealing. The other big difference between Lindsay and Jenn was the size of their breasts and while I still preferred Jenn’s a-cups, I have to admit that Lindsay’s big boobs, bouncing with each step, did nothing to curb my excitement.

“Did you enjoy the show” asked Lindsay after opening the door to the pantry and turning on the light”.

“I was asleep” I said.

Lindsay slapped me and said: “well if you were asleep, why do you have this impression on your forehead which looks exactly like the crack in the pantry door?”

“I’m sorry” I replied meagrely, “I did see you take your pleasure”

“Do you know the difference between this and peeping?” she asked.

“Euh?” is the only response I managed to say.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she added shaking her head. “When I masturbated just now, I knew very well that you were watching. It was my choice to exhibit myself; of course, knowing that it would get you all excited without any possibility for relief, just added to my pleasure. But that aside, Women want to be able to choose what they show, when they show it and whom they show it to. By peeping you took away this choice and you degraded Jenn and me to zoo animals and that my friend, is absolutely unacceptable”.

“Exactly” said Jenn who was now standing behind Lindsay, wearing an oversized tee-shirt for a night gown. “I did not agree with what Lindsay wanted to do because I thought that it would just be a reward for you but it was her choice and I respected that”.

“I am sorry, I understand now” I replied most apologetically.

“I hope so” said Lindsay before adding “Since you like to sniff soiled panties, I think that we should keep you excited until tomorrow at which point you may actually be able to have some relief”.

“Maybe” added Jenn.

Lindsay took off her panties and made me lick the juices from her masturbation session. Then, she placed the crotch right over my nose while Jenn was taking a few pictures.

“Enjoy my odours; they have macerated in my panties the whole day. Good night, don’t let the bedbugs bite”.

Lindsay turned off the light and went back to the sofa, giving me a look at her powerful buttocks. I lay back and tried to go to sleep but the heady perfumes from Lindsay’s panties kept me up all night. I tried to rub my dick between my thighs and on the floor but to no avail, I just could not get any relief.

…

Eventually, I must have fallen asleep because I was rudely awoken the next morning when Lindsay pulled me out of the pantry, took back her panties, then releasing me from my bonds, she ordered me to prepare a small breakfast for them while she sat down at the table. She was already wearing her running shorts and tee-shirt.

I was almost done when Jenn appeared already dressed for her morning jog.

“Good morning” she said, yawning. “

Both Women sat down at the table and ate their bowls of cereal and drank the orange juice I had prepared for them.

When they were done, they told me to clean the cottage and then they were off to their morning jog.

I sat down on the floor. The cottage was silent now. I could hear birds chirping outside, the soft rustling of the leaves in the morning breeze and, in the far distance, laughs and shrieks from other cottagers enjoying the lake. I looked at my clothes, still lying in the corner where Jenn had thrown them yesterday. The pain on my buttocks and the wilts on my thighs reminded me that it was not just a dream. I had in deed been caught peeping and I had been severely punished and humiliated for it by Jenn and Lindsay. When I was hiding under the tarp looking a Jenn, I often fantasised about being caught by her but nothing could have prepared me for what had actually happened and yet, despite the pain and the embarrassment I was strangely serene, though ambivalent. On the one hand I did get some fulfilment out of the attention that Jenn gave me; on the other hand I was afraid of what would happen now. I looked at the clock; they had been gone for about 10 minutes.

I was torn, what should I do; what did they expect me to do. They did not lock me up in the pantry before they left. Did they just forget or was this a test?

Absentmindedly I picked up a broom and started sweeping the floor, still contemplating my options. It was 9:03, they had been gone for almost 25 minutes but I was still not any closer to a decision on whether to leave or to stay. I went to clean the bathroom. I knelt in front of the toilet, touching the seat on which Jenn had sat earlier. My mind was flooded with her memories, her laugh, her smile, her perfect features, her face, her eyes, her hair, the way she walked, the way she talked, her athletic body, her slender feet, her small but oh so beautiful breasts; there was no way I would ever leave her; there was no way I could ever leave her. Touching the toilet seat, it was as if I felt her presence. I don’t know how to explain it. I think this must be what people who claim to having been touched by the Virgin Mary must experience. I got lost in that feeling of total devotion, basking in the presence of…

“What the hell are you doing now?” said a voice, bringing me back to reality. I turned around, and there she was, my apparition, in flesh and blood. I fell on the floor to kiss her feet.

“What is wrong with you, get out I need to pee” she continued while I scuttled out on all fours.

Lindsay was sitting on the sofa. She did not say anything. I, almost naturally, knelt down in front of her.

When Jenn came back she sat down on the sofa and Lindsay went to the bathroom. Jenn did not say a word either. I looked at her. She was still sweaty from her run, her hair partly sticking to her forehead and temples. At regular intervals she took sips from her sport’s drink. When Lindsay was back she sat down beside Jenn.

“So you decided to stay” said Jenn.

“Yes” I replied, bowing my head.

“You know what that mean, don’t you” added Lindsay.

I looked at them with a bewildered look on my face.

“You belong to us now” said Jenn.

by thejanus

“What a bod and look at the size of his package.  Boy I’d like to ride his board.”
“You’d like to ride any board,” I laughed.
“Bitch.  Oh-my-God-oh-my-God.”  Tina patted my brown shiny thigh urgently.
“Never mind.  I thought for a minute there that two hundred pounds of cottage cheese was walking down the beach, but it is just some fat lady.”
I watched the woman turn to look at us in anger.  I was thankful the sunglasses hid my eyes.
“Woohoo, boy that woman should be the poster girl for those cheese ads.  Look at those thighs.  Jesus!”
I grabbed Tina’s rum and coke, opened the top and poured the contents in the sand.
“Damn it, Lauren, what’d ja do that for?”
“You’re drunk and you’re going to get us in trouble.”
I tossed the empty cup in Tina’s lap.  “I think she heard you.”
“So what?  We’re dancers.  We could kick da’ shit out of her fat ass.”  Tina turned the cup up over her mouth and was rewarded by a drop or two of the leftover rum and coke.
“Fuck, I am like so goddamn thirsty I could almost drink that nasty ass ocean water.”
“Go ahead.”
“Shit, you know I love the beach, but I hate the fuckin’ water.  Did you know that when you flush a toilet,” she pointed out at the blue-green expanse of water.

“That’s were it ends up.  Pretty ain’t it.  The world’s biggest fucking toilet bowl.  She reached into my beach bag, without asking.  “You have any water left?”
Her hand came out with my empty water bottle.
“That’s all that’s left,” I said.
“Come on Lauren.  Let’s get outta here.  Go make some drinks or something.”
“Okay, let me jump in the water to cool down for a minute.”  I walked down to the water and waded in.  It was cold, but felt wonderful.  I leaned back to dunk my head beneath the small waves and wondered why was it that when you layout, the heat seems to concentrate in your head?By the time I got back, Tina had already packed our
stuff up.

“Come on, let’s go.  I’ve got to piss like
a race horse,” she said.
“Just go in the water.  That’s what I do.”
“Jesus, you’re sick . . . and that is exactly why I
don’t go in the water.”
We walked toward the public beach house.  Well, ran
was more like it.  No matter how much time we spent at
the beach, hot sand was still hot sand; you’re feet
could never get used to it.  I bore the pain for as
long as I could, but finally, I couldn’t stand it any
more.
“Wait, Tina, I’ve got to put my flops on.”
“Gotta go.  Meet me in the bathroom.”
She ran from her knees down, with her thighs pressed
tightly together.  I giggled at how silly she looked
trying to hold in the contents of her bladder.  I
slipped my feet into my flip flops.
I trudged along in the deep sand, until I arrived at
the bathhouse.  It was a good thing she wanted to go
here, because by now, I had to pee too.  I opened the
door, the outrageous sight causing me to drop my beach
bag and gasp in shock.
There, crying helplessly on the floor was my friend
Tina and sitting astride her with a hand clasped over
her mouth, the woman she had referred to as ‘Cottage
Cheese Thighs.”
“Tina?” I gasped.
The woman turned to look at me.  “There’s the other
one.  Get her.”
An unseen opponent grabbed me on either side of my
tiny polka dotted bikini bottoms.  I screamed and
struggled in outrage, but my bottoms were pulled up
painfully in my crotch until I was balancing on my tip
toes.  “Ow-ow-ow-please,” I begged.
“Are you going to be quiet?” the woman holding me
asked.
“-yes.”
“Are you going to cooperate?”
The spandex bikini bottom had become a knife in my
pussy.  Of fucking course I was going to cooperate.
“-yes.”
She eased off on the pressure, but not enough so that
I could come off my toes.  I reached down to remove
the fabric bunched up in the cleft between my lips.
“No bitch.  Get those paws on top of your head.”
I obeyed.  Feeling more helpless than I had in my
life.  The hands holding my bikini switched from the
sides to the front and back.
“Now what’s your name little girl?” Cheese Thighs
asked.
“Lauren.”  My bikini lowered a little more.  However,
my sigh of relief turned into a gasp, as the fabric
began to travel back and forth over my labia.
“And hers?”
“It’s-ah-it’s-ah Tina.”  I couldn’t believe it.  The
fabric was stimulating me and I was getting aroused.
I gazed down at my rock hard nipples poking through
the thin bikini top and wished the woman was holding
her hand over Tina’s eyes instead of her mouth.
“And listen closely to this next part now Lauren,
because this is very important,” she said.  “Are you
listening, Lauren?”
“y-yes.”  I think I may have moaned it.  I wanted to
curl up and die.
“Yes, ma’am,” she corrected.
“Mm-yes-ma’am.”  My attacker grew more aggressive and
the fabric sped in its travels up and down my soaking
sex.
“Yes, ma’am what?”
“Ah-yes, ma’am, I’m ah listening ma’am.”  I could see
Tina’s wide-open eyes out of the corner of my vision.
I looked away, to avoid them.  I couldn’t bear the
embarrassment.
“Good, now tell me Lauren.  Does your foul-mouthed
little friend usually say nasty things about other
women?”
I looked down at Tina’s eyes, begging me for silence.
Begging me to lie.
“Don’t look at her.  She can’t help you now.  Look at
me.”
I looked at the powerful older woman.  It was
difficult to hold her fierce gaze.
“Answer my question.”
“Yes, ma’am, she does.”
April moaned into the woman’s hand.  She renewed her
struggles, but the woman just bounced up and down a
few times on Tina’s chest and soon my friend quieted
again.
“But she usually doesn’t say it so loud ma’am.  She
had too much to drink.”  I tried to help where I
could, but I felt myself compelled to tell the truth.
“What’s wrong Lauren, you look flushed.  Are you
feeling well?”
“Ah-it’s ah-hot.” I lied.  The truth was; I was hot.
I prayed I hadn’t soaked through my bikini.
Her look turned angry.
“It’s ugh hot ma’am,” I said quickly.
The cloth suddenly jerked up harshly several times,
leaving me once again balanced on my tip-toes.  “Oh!”
I gasped with every sharp tug.
“What’s hot, Lauren?   And you better tell me the
goddamn truth!”
I looked down at my swollen sex.  My cunt lips were
fat and divided by the fabric of my bikini, which had
disappeared in the folds of my pussy.   My shiny tan
thighs were stained by my juices.
“My pussy ma’am.  My pussy is hot.”  Of its own
volition, my pelvis began to buck in time with the
jerks.
“Take off your suit.”
“What?” I gasped in disbelief.
“Didn’t I tell you to listen carefully bitch?”
“Yes, ma’am.”  Oh God, my pussy was making wet
smacking sounds as the fabric pulled and tugged
between my thick lips.
“Take off the bitch’s suit and give it a flush.”
“No wait!”
The woman behind me undid the knots holding my bikini
together.  After that, she simply tugged it out of my
hands, as I struggled to shield my nakedness.  I tried
to follow her and stop her, but she easily overpowered
me, tossed my bikini in the toilet and flushed.  I
watched helplessly as it spun around and disappeared
down the drain.  Shit, I was fucked now.  Big time.
“Are you going to listen carefully from now on,
Lauren?”
“Yes, ma’am.”  This game, if it could be called that,
had suddenly gotten even more serious.
“Good.  Move your hands out of the way.  I want to see
this body you are so proud of.”
I reluctantly lowered my hands, though I kept my legs
close together as best I could.
“Nice tan bitch, but I want a show.  Gale, oil her
down so she can give us a good show.”
I huddled against the wall, as Gale approached me with
a bottle of tanning oil.  “Please, don’t hurt me.” I
begged the woman.
“Don’t worry.  I promise we won’t touch you a bit if
you do as we say.”  Cottage Cheese thighs said.
Gale opened the bottle and squirted it on my stomach
and thighs.  “Rub it in.”
I did as she requested, trying my best to keep up as
she liberally dumped the contents on my body.
“Get down on your knees and keep rubbing it in bitch.
Give us a good show.”
Next, she squirted it on my breasts.  “Do a good job
on them nipples now.  Do a real good job.”
I could see they were getting turned on, and wondered
what Tina must be thinking seeing me behave like some
sort of trained slut.  I bit my tongue to keep from
moaning as I messaged my hard nipples.
“That’s good.  Get down on your hands and knees and
face the other way.”
I did has she commanded.  I must have looked like a
wanton whore, as aroused as I was in such a position.
“Now, if you know what is good for you, you better not
spill a drop.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Then she began to allow a small stream of the oil to
escape from the bottle and drip down to my ass.  I
reached a hand back and rubbed it onto my bottom to
keep it from dripping.  Soon my bottom was coated, but
the flow of oil didn’t stop.  There was nothing to do
but to force it into my already soaked cunt.  It’s
shlurping sounds causing me to blush.
But still the oil dripped down.
“I think you better think of somewhere else to put
it,” she warned.
Gale’s heavy breathing caused me to look up.  Her
fingers were busy beneath her bikini bottom.  God, she
couldn’t mean it could she?  I felt the oil drop down
on my tightly clenched pucker in answer.  I didn’t
have time to think about it, I just moaned loudly, as
I plunged my slick finger in.
“Look at her Glenda.  Look at her do it.”
There I was, down on my hands and knees on the
bathroom floor, fucking my asshole with my finger in
front of two strange women and my best friend.
Goddamn her, why did she have to open her big mouth at
the beach?
I was moaning out loud and I could feel my orgasm
approach.  Oh Jesus, it was going to be *big*.  I
plunged another finger in my cunt and sped up the
pace.
In response, she kicked my hand out of the way.
“That’s enough slut.”  She had to grab it forcefully
to get me to stop.  “I said stop.”
At the time, I wanted nothing more than to finish.
Only Tina’s watching presence caused me to stop.
“That’s a girl.  Now get on up.  No, don’t cover up.
As a matter of fact, spread yourself for me.  Show me
the pink stuff.”
I stood in front of my captors, legs spread like a
slut, and doing my best to keep my labia held open
with my slick oily fingers.  I had been defeated.
They knew it and I knew it.  From the look in her
eyes, Tina knew it too.
“How does it feel to have such a hot body now,
Lauren?”
“N-not so good ma’am.  It feels embarrassing.”
“Tell me, would you like to have a bathing suit to
cover up with?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Well, since your friend caused you to lose yours, I
think it’s only fair for you to have hers.  Don’t
you?”
This was the easiest question so far.  “Yes ma’am.”
“Then come over here and get it.”
She stood up, letting Tina go free.  She tried to
flee.  Oh no you don’t bitch, you’re not going
anywhere.  I grabbed at her, but my hands and body
were too slick from the oil, so I grabbed a handful of
her hair and forced her down on her back.
“No, Lauren, please. . .” she begged.
“Fuck you Tina,” I said.
“Help!”
I borrowed a move I had seen Glenda perform.  I lifted
up and sat back down on Tina’s stomach with force,
driving the air form her lungs.
“Help,” she tried again, but it was no more than a
whisper.  I repeated it.
“Please-”
“Shut up.”  I bounced again.  This was actually quite
fun.  This time she was quiet.  She breathed raggedly
trying her best to catch her breath.  She ceased to
struggle.  I had won.
Gale and Glenda clapped in approval.  “Way to go,
Lauren.  Now, why don’t you show us what she looks
like naked.
I reached down and pulled down on Tina’s bikini
bottoms.
“Please,” she begged.
I don’t know what possessed me.  Well, actually I do
know.  The feeling of my aroused cunt sliding around
on Tina’s chest made me do it.  I slid back and
smothered her face with my ass and cunt.  “Are you
going to shut up?”  I waited for her answer, but
realized she was unable to in her current situation.
“Nod your head if you understand.”
She nodded her head, causing her nose to slip back and
forth between my nether lips.  I whimpered in response
and looked up to see the reaction from Gale and
Glenda.  They smiled back at me wickedly.  As a matter
of fact, Glenda was working one of Gale’s nipples with
one hand and another was down her bikini bottoms.
“I said nod if you can understand.” I barked down at
Tina.  It was then, I made a new discovery . . . I
loved this.
Her pert nose bobbed up and down, pleasuring me.
I lifted up and allowed her to breath. “Okay, now kick
your bottoms off.”  When she didn’t obey quickly
enough, I sat back down on her face.
Soon she was squirming on the dirty tile floor, as she
attempted to wiggle out of her bikini bottoms.  She
put on at least as good a show as I did earlier.  I
looked down and could see the cause of her hesitance.
She was wet and aroused.  Her tiny pink pearl peaked
out from between her moist aroused lips.
Glenda noticed this immediately.  “I see someone has
been a naughty girl, hasn’t she Lauren?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Is your friend a slut?”
“I think so, ma’am.”
“Spread her so we can see for sure.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Tina had shaved her bikini area into a tight triangle
as I had, but where I was bare on my mons, hers was
covered by hair.  I grabbed it and pulled, opening
her.  I pulled harder until she moaned in pain.  “Open
your legs Tina.”
Tina’s legs opened, spreading her flower.  Her nectar
gushed forth from the delicate organs within.
“Yes, she is definitely a slut.  Let’s see her top
now.”
I turned around and slid down Tina’s stomach until our
crotches rubbed delightfully together.  Oh God, I
wanted her.  I looked down at her face, which she
turned away to avoid my stare.    I pinched her
nipples, causing her crotch to rise up and grind
against my own.  I noticed the top was thickly padded.
Much thicker than I first thought.  I grabbed her
bikini top and lifted.
“C’mon Tina.  Lift up.”
She cupped her hands over her breasts, holding her
top.
“You know you deserve this.  This is all your fault.”
“Not my top.  Please,” she begged, first to me and
then to Glenda.  Her arms lifted and the heavily
padded top soon followed.
Her breasts were small.  Tiny.
The two women burst out in laughter and I gaped.  Tina
began to cry.
“I can see why she makes fun of other woman now.  She
looks like a boy.”
They came in for a closer look.  “Look at her.  Jesus,
my daughter had bigger tits at age seven.”
“And such tiny nipples too.  Move your hand girl, so I
can touch it.”
Tina blushed crimson red.  Crying, she reluctantly
moved her hand off her chest.
Gale tweaked the dime sized pink disc, causing Tina to
moan loudly and buck beneath me.
“Jesus, did you see that Glenda?”
“Do it again, Gale.”
She did it again for and even stronger reaction.
“Maybe she’s got all those nerves condensed down in
those two tiny nipples,” suggested Glenda.
“Don’t you dare so much as twitch this time Tina or
should I call you Tiny Tina.”
She teased Tina’s small nipple, first going around it
in slow circles, before moving to the other one.
Tina’s face wrinkled in concentration.  Gale’s fingers
grew more insistent, lightly pinching both nipples.
“Ahhh,” Tina moaned, unable to control her desires.
Gale stood up and walked back over to Glenda.  She
held up the Tina’s bikini.
“You want this bikini, Laurel?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Tell me.  Have you ever had a lesbian experience?”
I hesitated.  I almost lied, but I couldn’t risk the
suit.  “Yes.”
“What happened?”
“One of my friends was sleeping over and we were
talking about boys.  She pulled up her nightshirt and
started to masturbate.  Then she asked me to do the
same.  I was scared a first, but I pulled down my
panties and played with myself too.  I never invited
her over again.”
“Did it turn you one when you were watching her?”
“Yes.”
“Good.  Now, you’ll understand why I want to watch
your friend lick you down there and if you want this
bikini, you’ll get her to do it.”
Oh God!
Tina struggled to get out from under me at those
words.  “N-No, please.  Don’t do it Laurel.”
My well oiled body slipped over top of her easily and
I pinned her arms beneath my legs.  She was still
struggling, so I settled back down on her face.  The
feel of her nose and cheeks, sliding across my wet sex
was indescribable and I didn’t want it to end.  But
Tina had to breathe.
I lifted up.  “Are you going to behave?”
“Yes,” Tina gasped.
I reached down and tweaked her tiny nipples.  “You
know we need that suit.”  I pinched on nipple and then
alternated to the other.  Back and forth.  Her lean
stomach quivered in response.
“Come on Tina.  It’s all up to you now.  Come on . . .
do it.”
Gale and Glenda’s hands were busy in the bottom of
each other bikinis.  I saw Gale whisper something in
Glenda’s ear causing the woman to smile and look below
me.
Then I felt it; the tiniest touch of Tina’s tongue on
my sex.   “That’s it Tina.  You can do it.  Don’t
worry, I’ll never tell a soul.”
This seemed to be what was holding her back.  She
licked me up and down my hot groove, dancing her
tongue over my pink flower.
“It won’t be long now baby.  Suck my clit.”
She sucked my little nub into her mouth and beat her
tongue over it.  I could feel the sharp pangs of
pleasure emanate from deep in my cunt.
“That’s it baby.  Stick you nose in my cunt.  Oh shit,
fuck me with your nose.”
I looked back up and Gale and Glenda.  Glenda’s top
was pulled down and Gale was sucking on a large pink
nipple.  Both their bikini bottoms lay at their feet,
and each woman was busy thrusting several fingers in
the other’s sex.  Glenda looked at me knowingly and
she tossed Tina’s bikini to me.
I could pick it up and leave now, I realized.  But I
couldn’t leave now, not with the pleasure Tina was
giving me down below.
“Faster Tina.  Oh my teeny tiny Tina.  Oh God, I’m so
fucking close.”
She slurped as she sucked harder at my clit.  Her
tongue kept up its steady beat on my clit,
persistently searching for my orgasm.  She found it
and it rushed forth, escaping my cunt.
I sat back on Tina’s face and humped my hips.  My body
spasmed, dancing in orgasm in front of our two
captures.  It was an orgasm like no other.
Afterwards, I was dazed as I came down from the
pleasure high.  I reached forward and picked up the
suit and realized that Tina was still licking me.
Glenda held up the keys to my car and jangled them.
“Do you want these?”
“Yes – ah yes, ma’am.”  After the orgasm, I was
suddenly acutely aware of my own nakedness and longed
to cover myself up, but I needed to finish this first.
I needed those keys.
“Then I want you to piss.  I want you to piss and I
want your small-chested friend to drink it.”
Dear God, I had never imagined such a thing.  Who
could conceive of such an idea?  It was disgusting and
an utter perversion, but for some reason it filled me
with a sudden sense of power.
“Please Laurel, I’m begging you.  Please don’t do this
to me,” Tina whimpered.
I was overcome by guilt.  Even if she could be a bitch
sometimes, she was my best friend.  I had already had
an orgasm at her expense and now I was asking her to
humiliate herself even further.
We needed the car, but not that bad.  I got off of
Tina’s chest and helped her sit up.
“Shhh, it’s okay Tina.  I’ll walk home and break a
window if I have to.  I’ll bring some extra clothes
back for you.  All you have to do is hide out here and
keep out of sight for an hour or so.   Okay?”
I hugged her and turned to Glenda.  “We’re not gonna
do it.   You can keep the keys.”
I patted Tina on the back.  “Just hang loose and hide
in a stall or something.  I’ll be back in an hour or
so.”  I tried to pull away, but she held me tightly.
“Please don’t leave me,” Tina said.
“They have the car keys,” I said.
“You won’t tell anyone will you?” she whispered in my
ear.
It took a few seconds for it to sink in.  She was
going to do it.  She wanted to do it.
“No.  Never.  I promise.”
“Okay . .  . do it.”
The two women had dressed by now and were getting
ready to leave.  “Wait,” I said stopping them.  “Ah-
she said that um.  Ah-she said she wants to do it.”
Glenda smiled broadly and nudged Gale in the ribs.
“She wants to do what?”
I shrugged my shoulders, blushed, and looked at Tina
to answer, but she was no help at all.  She was
blushing even more than I was and staring intently at
the floor.
“She wants to do what, Laurel?  Answer me.”
Oh God, she was going to make me say it.  I looked
over to see Tina blushing with shame.  “She wants to
drink my pee.”
They walked over closer.  “Well, what are you waiting
for?”
I helped Tina lay back down.  The two women were
standing right there, fully clothed, looking down at
us.  This was so much more humiliating than before, I
could only imagine what Tina must be feeling right
now.
I straddled Tina, this time I was facing her so I
could see her face.  I could have done it the other
way, but I won’t lie, I wanted to see her expression
when I did it.
Tina eyes darted from Gale, to Glenda, and then to me.
Her face colored dark red and she screwed her eyes
shut.
“Come on Tina, open your eyes,” I said.   “It’s okay.”
She did and she was trying very hard no to look at my
sex or my eyes, but it was impossible to do so.
“Now you’re going to have to open your mouth okay.”
She did it hesitantly, but not wide enough.  “Come on
Tina.  You know you’re going to have to open it wider
than that.”
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as
she could.
“That’s good Tina.  I’m sitting down now, okay?  There
you go.  Now close your lips to make a seal.”
She did.  I felt her gulp in anticipation.  “Open your
eyes now Tina.   Once for yes.  Twice means no.
Okay?”
She opened her eyes and blinked once.  Yes, I know I
could have had her tap her hand on my thigh or any
number of other things.  But, I wanted to watch her.
I wanted to have an excuse to look in her eyes while I
gave her my water.
“Okay Tina, are you ready for it?”
She blinked once.
I relaxed and tried to let go, but nothing flowed.
Every now and again Tina’s tongue would touch my vulva
and cause me to tense up.
“Tina, I can’t pee while you are touching me with your
tongue, okay?”
One blink.
“I’m going to try it again.  Are you ready for me to
pee now?”
One blink.
It felt like everyone was waiting for me to pee and I
couldn’t do it.  No matter how much I wanted to.
“Ma’am, will you turn water on in the sink?” I asked.
Glenda turned the water on.  I could feel it now.  I
needed to go bad.  I just needed to relax.
I imagined being back on the beach and in the ocean.
It didn’t feel right to just let go in my bathing
suit, but I just relaxed and let the warm feeling flow
into my bikini.  I looked down at Tina’s wide-eyed
look of surprise.  I was pissing.  I was pissing in
her mouth.
She gulped to keep up with the flow.  A little was
dribbling down her cheeks.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
One blink.
“It’s not too fast is it?”
One blink and then she closed her eyes, still gulping
to keep up with the flow.  I pulled her hair out of
the way as best I could.
As good as it feels to pee in the water, there was no
comparison to the feeling of peeing in someone’s
mouth.  The utter decadence, combined with the feeling
of overwhelming power was so strong I could swim in
it.  I was in heaven.
“Oh Tina,” I moaned as my flow ebbed.  Too early, I
squeezed out the remaining drops.  I would have given
anything; I would have even given back the suit or the
keys in order to go just a minute more.
I opened my eyes and remembered where I was.  The two
women were gone, but they left the suit and keys as
promised.  I groaned and got off of Tina and helped
her stand.
She stood there, covering her nakedness with her
hands, not speaking, and looking at her wiggling toes.
I put on her bathing suit.  The padding top looked
silly on my chest, but it would do.
I picked up the keys and headed for the door.
“Wait.  What about me?” Tina asked in a frightened
tone.
“I’m just going to get the car.  I’ll drive up here
and you can jump in the car without being seen.  Hey,
use some toilet paper and make yourself something to
wear.”
I ran to get the car.  The black asphalt was blazing
hot without sandals.  I unlocked it and wound down the
windows, before driving back to pick up Tina.
I saw her peeking out the bathroom door, when I pulled
up.  I reached over and opened the door.  She emerged
from the bathroom in an outfit composed entirely of
toilet paper she had wrapped around herself.  I was
impressed with her ingenuity.  At least until she
began to unravel as she ran to the car.

By the time Tina jumped in the car, she was holding
the toilet paper against her body with her hands.
“Here, let me help.”  I pretended to help; looping the
toilet paper back on her tiny breasts and watching it
fall back down again.
“Poor thing, you don’t have enough up there to hold it
up.”
She turned a bright red and covered her nipples up
with her hands.  I drove her home, enjoying the
leering stares of other drivers and Tina’s discomfort.
I noticed the tears welling in her eyes and it made me
feel guilty I had taken such pleasure at her expense.
“Laurel ah- you’re not going to tell anyone are you,”
she asked.
“Of course not,” I said.  “We’ll forget it ever
happened if you want to.”
“I would like that.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.”
I wasn’t able to forget though.  After we got home,
Tina put some clothes on and never talked about the
incident, but it had marked her, just as it had marked
me.  She got much quieter and she didn’t want to go
out and certainly not back to the beach.
As for me, I started having fantasies about *that
day*.  Dreaming of Tina and her small breasts; dreams
that started with kissing and cuddling, but descended
into a depravity of domination and submission.  I
couldn’t forget and I didn’t want to and I felt guilty
because of it.  I mean here I was, supposedly Tina’s
best friend and I took sexual pleasure in dreams of
her submission to me, but that all changed one morning
when I remembered something I had failed to think of
before.
The next morning, when Tina got out of the shower, I
said, “Come on, we’re going to the beach.”
“I don’t feel like it today,” she whined.
“I didn’t ask if you felt like it.  We’re going and
that’s final.  Now go get changed.”
I smiled as she walked obediently to her bedroom.
Just like I thought, this was working out perfectly.
I walked into my bedroom and stripped off my clothes.
Then I picked up a bag of stuff I had bought for this
occasion.  Taking out a bottle of baby oil, I squirted
some into my hand and slathered it all over my body.
Idly playing with my nipples and sex, I waited until I
heard Tina rustling around in the kitchen before I
made my move.
“Hey, Tina, I want to show you something.”
She jumped from being snuck up on, and her mouth
opened in shock when she saw my shiny slick naked
body.
“Check out this suit,” I said.  I held up the white
suit, showing her the small top and thong bottom.
“Isn’t it sexy?”
“Jesus, Laurel, there’s nothing to it.”
“I know.  Look how thin it is.” I placed the top
against my bare breast, displaying my nipple through
the thin fabric.  “Can you just imagine how this will
look when it’s wet?”
She glanced down at my newly shaved sex, before
looking back at my face.  Yes, she was right; my pink
lips would show through too.  I had caught her
stealing glances there since I showed up in the
kitchen.
Tina’s hands shook as she put ice in her drink.  She
had to start over several times before she could
speak.  “Ah-I don’t think I can go with you if you’re
going wear that.”
“It’s way too small for me anyway.  See?”  I shook my
shoulders causing my breasts to pop out of the too
small top I held against them.  “No, this suit is for
you.”
She laughed, but then grew scared when she saw I was
serious.  She made a break for it and tried to run
past me.
I caught her easily and pulled her to the kitchen
floor.  In short order, I stripped her of her top and
had her bikini bottom around her knees.  She still
struggled, but it only served to make me hotter as her
skin slid against my well oiled denuded sex.  I shaved
it the night after the beach incident, when I learned
just how sensual it felt for bare skin to slide
against bare skin.
I trapped her arms beneath my legs and sat down on her
face.  I rocked there, slowly rotating my hips,
bringing myself off.  Every once and awhile I could
hear her muffled pleas.  It was just as I had imagined
it.  I enjoyed the sensual feeling of every contour of
her face as it caressed and explored my sex for quite
awhile.  Eventually, I slid down to her chest and
turned around so that I could look at her.
“Please, Laurel.”  She pushed feebly at me with her
arms.
I grabbed them and put them back beside her head.
“Keep them there.  I mean it.”  My look told her I
meant it and she obeyed.
“You know Tina; you’ve been a very naughty little girl
for the last week or so.”  I began to grind my cunt
against her chest while I talked.  “Did you know that
every time I look at you, it makes my little
firecracker want to explode?  And then you give me
your little hang dog look and make me feel guilty
about what happened to you at the beach.  Make me feel
guilty about my feelings for you.  Guilty about the
things I want to do *to you*.”
“Things like this.”
I maneuvered my pussy until my clit was just above her
dime sized nipple then I ground my larger little nub
against her smaller one.  I gasped in pleasure.  “Oh
God, see what you’ve made me miss.”
She started to tremble underneath me.  I could her
soft whimpering sounds coming from her nose.
“Such bad little girl.  Fighting against me, acting
like I was making you do it.”  I moved back up, until
I was straddling her face.  I dipped my pussy down
until my pink lips touched her red lips.  I lifted up
and then bobbed back down, stopping just an inch away
from her mouth.  She was so close; I could feel her
hot breath against my sex.
And then I could feel her lips, followed by her
tongue.
“That my girl. That’s my Tiny-Tina, but first, open
your mouth for me.  Wider.  That’s it; make a saddle
for me to sit in.”
I sat down, my sex cradled by her open mouth.  “Mmmm,
but no licking.  I can’t relax while you are doing
that.”
She got a panicked look on her face, when she realized
what my intentions were.  Her arms darted up to grab
my thighs.
“No!  Put them back,” I said.  “Right now.”
She reluctantly released me and put her arms back
beside her head.   She trembled underneath me, her
eyes darting like a fearful little deer.
“And then do you know what I realized Tina?  Do you
know what I realized my beautiful tiny-titted slut?”
Unable to speak, she shrugged her shoulders, her flesh
squeaking on the linoleum floor.
“I remembered you have always been stronger than me.
You could have stopped me at any time if you wanted
to.  Even now.”
She closed her eyes and a tear trailed down her cheek.
“Open your eyes Tina.  That’s my girl.  As soon as I
realized this, I knew that you must have wanted it.
You wanted everything that happened to you.  Just like
you want this . . .”
This time, I had no trouble relaxing.

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