Popularity Ch. 09

Being Mistress Rose's slave was exciting. And terrifying. She was always looking for new and deliciously creative ways to humiliate and humble me. One of her deliciously creative ideas was to get my sister involved in my punishments.

Hayley was reluctant at first, but she was quickly corrupted. She soon discovered that she enjoyed inflicting spankings, whippings, and other cruel punishments on my naked body.

It seemed that she was a latent dominant, just as it turned out I was a latent submissive. Or perhaps Callidus just manipulated reality to change our personalities, so we became that way. I suppose we'll never know for sure.

Even though I took to my new submissive role like a duck takes to water, it was still a crushing degradation to be punished or sexually objectified by my sister. I got a dark, desperate thrill every time my sister whipped me or tied me up, but still there was a feeling of wrongness that these things were being done to me by my sister. The whole situation was awash with incest, and incest is still a huge taboo in modern day society.

Then, Mistress Rose took my humiliation even further. Just on Monday, she told me that she had invited my mother over to see me.

"What? Why?" I asked.

A wicked smirk spread across her face, and she replied, "I feel it would be a decadent thrill for both of us. Just imagine the look of embarrassment on your face when your mother sees you naked, wearing a slave collar and your poor bottom reddened from an endless parade of vicious spankings."

I gave her a plaintive look and valiantly tried to talk her out of it. "Mistress, please! I'm in a constant state of sexual need! My nipples are constantly hard, and my pussy is constantly wet! My mother will notice these things almost immediately! No woman wants her parents to see her in such a shameless, libidinous state! Please, cancel the invitation to my mother! I don't want her to see me like this!"

Mistress Rose cocked her head to one side and pretended to consider my request before replying, "No. It will be too much fun watching you squirm and blush with humiliation. It will be the highlight of my week."

"But Mistress!"

"Oh, hush! It will be a deliciously humbling experience for you. As your mistress, it's my job to humble you. And you need to accept degradations like this without complaint."

Mistress Rose threatened to have me whipped if I continued to complain, so, I silently accepted my fate rather than risk getting even more whip marks on my naked body. I dreaded my mother seeing me like this, but I suppose I feared a harsh whipping even more.

* * *

The next day, I was put to work by one of the maids and I was in the kitchen washing dishes. The maid's name was Frida, and she made no secret about the fact that she enjoyed tormenting me. Of course, she ordered me to stand with my legs well apart as I toiled away at my task.

"A slave's genitals should always be on display," Frida reminded me. "Those beautiful, pink pubic lips are now the property of Mistress Rose. If you attempt to hide them from her, or any of her staff, you'll be punished for it."

And then, as I washed the dishes and placed them aside to dry, Frida placed a hand between my widespread legs and cupped the already swollen lips of my sex.

"Ohhhhh!"

I gasped loudly as she began feeling up my pussy. My pubic lips had already been swollen before I had been put to work in the kitchen, but the way the maid rubbed my sensitive labia raised my desire to feverish levels.

I squirmed and moaned as the maid pushed her fingers inside me and probed my moist interior.

"I didn't say you could stop working," Frida admonished. "Get back to washing the dishes. Remember, I'm allowed to punish you for laziness or disobedience."

I nodded my head and struggled to focus on scrubbing bowls and dishes clean while the maid probed my vagina with her fingers. Then she used her other hand to grab one of my breasts and squeeze. She palmed my defenseless, soft flesh, then she took my swollen, inflamed nipple and rolled it around between her thumb and index finger.

"Ohhhhh!"

Being felt up and fingered while being forced to keep my hands in the sink and my legs far apart felt like rape, but I was embracing my delicious feelings of helplessness and savoring the erotic sensations as my orgasm began building. I moved my hips and pelvis in a lewd shameless manner as Frida's wicked fingers brought me closer and closer. I was right on the edge of a glorious climax when she pulled her fingers out of me. A sadistic smile spread across her face.

Then Frida put me to work scrubbing floors. I was given two brushes, a cloth and a bucket of warm water and ordered to crawl around on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor.

Scrubbing floors is hard, tedious work, and Frida made certain that it was humiliating as well. I was naked, on my hands and knees, and Frida insisted that I keep my legs apart as I worked, thus leaving my moist, swollen pubic lips indecently exposed.

And she was a real stickler for the legs-wide-apart rule. She kept a wicked, narrow belt with her at all times. And if my knees ever drifted too close together, she'd slice the cruel leather across my naked backside.

At one point I was scrubbing a particularly stubborn stain from the floor and Frida took advantage of my vulnerable position. She crouched down behind me and placed one hand between my thighs and pushed two fingers in and out of my exposed sex while insisting that I keep scrubbing vigorously.

My loins throbbed with desperate need, but I wasn't permitted to reach climax. The soft folds of my labia were swollen and soaking wet, but Frida told me that she had no intention of giving me an orgasm. She just wanted me to be feverish with sexual heat while I was under her authority.

"Keep scrubbing or you get the belt," Frida insisted as she fingered my wet sex. It was almost impossible to focus on manual labor while my sex pulsed with urgent need, but my stern taskmistress insisted, so I attempted to obey.

I was on my hands and knees, delirious with desire, my pussy throbbing, yet somehow still attempting to focus on getting the floor sparkling clean when another of the maids entered the room and told me that my presence was required out in the sitting room.

The maid took me by the arm and ushered me into the sitting room. My head was reeling from being overstimulated and it took me a few seconds to focus on the situation, but there on the couch was Mistress Rose, and my mother, chatting away like they were old friends. My mother was dressed in stylish dress slacks, a pale gray blouse and a custom-tailored blazer. She looked so poised and so dapper, suddenly I felt even more naked than before. Then, she looked up at me and I froze.

"Alex!"

It was an awkward reunion, with me totally naked, my nipples conspicuously erect and my pubic lips visibly plump and glistening with my own juices. My mother pretended not to notice and rose up from the couch to give me a hug.

Despite my mother's warm welcome and her attempts to politely ignore my libidinous appearance, I was incredibly self-conscious, and I could still feel my face blushing red hot with embarrassment. My nipples throbbed when they brushed gently across the fabric of my mother's blazer, and I felt a momentary stab of guilt that I could feel any sort of arousal from hugging my mother.

It wasn't my fault of course. I was kept in such a state of desperate sexual desire that almost any physical contact could be sexually arousing. I hugged my mother back and tried to forgive myself for how carnally my body responded to her touch.

"It's good to see you after all this time," my mother said cheerfully. "I understand Hayley is living here now. Are you two getting along?"

I felt my face blush even redder at her question. Hayley had become a wicked and cruel overseer who delighted in spanking my naked bottom and forcing me to kneel at her feet. I enjoyed the abuse immensely, but that's not the sort of thing that a woman says to her mother, so instead I replied, "We've been bonding. She and I have finally fallen into sync."

A huge smile spread across my mother's face, and she said, "Oh, I am so glad to hear that. The two of you have had such a quarrelsome history. I'm happy to see that you two are friends now."

I gave my mom a weak smile and assured her that we now had a very congenial relationship. It took me becoming a naked sex slave to get us there, but sometimes it's the strangest of experiences that bring people together.

My mother and I chatted amicably about empty nest syndrome, the grumpy neighbor next door, the speed bump in our neighborhood that some idiots drive over at thirty MPH and other topics that seemed important when my mother spoke about them with such passion. And let's face it, as a slave, most of my life is humiliations, punishments and sexual objectification. It was refreshing to be able to chat about light-hearted stuff for a change.

My mother reseated herself on the couch, then urged me to sit down as well.

"Actually, I'd rather stand," I replied.

"Oh, really?" My mother raised her eyebrows at me, looking mildly confused.

I was thinking of a polite way to explain why I'd prefer not to sit down when Mistress Rose interjected and said, "Alex, turn around. Show your mother why you'd prefer to stand."

I silently died a little inside and then I shuffled my feet, turned around and showed my mother the painful stripes on my bottom that had recently been placed there by Frida's leather belt.

My mother let out a gasp and then she turned to Mistress Rose and said, "I seriously doubt Alex did anything to deserve such a brutal punishment!"

I looked over one bare shoulder and saw Mistress Rose's calm expression as she explained. "Your daughter has a very beautiful bottom. When you're a slave, that all the reason that's needed to inflict corporal punishments."

There was stunned silence for a few moments and then my mother ventured forth in another direction. "Couldn't you have at least waited until after I'd returned home before assaulting her poor bottom? You knew I was visiting today. Did you really want me to see my daughter with painful red stripes across her ass?"

"Yes, I did," Mistress Rose replied calmly. My mother's jaw was practically on the floor at the announcement, but Mistress Rose went on to elaborate.

"An important aspect of any sex slave's training is humbling him or her. Shocking humiliations or degradations are essential to break their spirit. I've forced Alex to be objectified and punished in front of total strangers. This is a good place to start, however, it is far more traumatizing for a slave to be degraded in front of family or their closest friends. The main reason I invited you here was so Alex could be punished and sexually objectified in front of you."

"But...that's inhumane," my mother protested.

"That's slave conditioning," Mistress Rose replied without a trace of emotion. "If a slave is going to be properly conditioned, we must strip them of their dignity and their pride. A certain amount of physical and psychological abuse is necessary to get them there."

My mother was about to lodge additional protests, but just then Hayley entered the room. And she had brought somebody with her.

"Alex!"

My sister Hayley and Vicki Warren shouted out my name in unison. Vicki was a friend of mine. I mean technically she was Hayley's friend first. Hayley and Vicki were the same age and they both met when they were in Ms. Whitmer's science class together, but all three of us were friends now.

"I can't believe that you're a slave!" Vicki exclaimed. "My parents spent years worried that Vance or I would get drafted into the OPS, but we both dodged the bullet, and they got you instead!"

Vicki waved at me from across the room, and then she sprinted over and wrapped me in an enthusiastic hug. With her clothed body pressed against the front of my naked body, I felt a frisson of desire. The friction of Vicki's clothed body against my nipples and thighs made my heart beat faster and my loins throb.

The physical contact didn't last nearly as long as I would have liked. Vicki broke from the hug, smiled brightly at me and asked what was new with me.

My mother apparently still hadn't gotten used to the way I was being treated and told Vicki, "She's been spanked. And she didn't do anything to deserve it."

"She has? Turn around, Alex. Let me see."

It was humiliating, but I turned around and showed Vicki my reddened buttocks. Hayley came closer to get a good look as well.

My mother made a sound of righteous indignation, but Vicki was fascinated and wanted to hear more about the way slaves were treated.

"Well, in addition to the punishments, there's the forced nudity and the loss of sexual autonomy. When Alex was brought to the OPS, she was heterosexuality inclined. So, in an effort to humble her and break her spirit, she's been kept away from boys, and forced into having sex with women."

My mother objected to having her straight daughter forced into lesbian sex. Mistress Rose countered her objections by telling her that many slaves are forced into having sex with people who are outside of their comfort zone. It's all part of stripping them of their dignity and their pride.

"Many slave trainers employ this technique," Mistress Rose assured my mother.

"It's true," I added. "Some of the slaves I spoke to at the training facility were forced into lesbian sex as well. I think a lot of slaves are made to do things like that against their will."

While my mother felt that it was cruel to force straight girls into having lesbian sex, Vicki was fascinated. She wanted the details of the first time I was ever forced to have sex with another woman. Who was my first? Was I scared? How did I get through it? Was my second lesbian experience any easier than the first?

My mother found an excuse to not hang around while Vicki and I chatted, so she missed most of the details of my earliest lesbian experiences. I suppose it makes sense that she wouldn't want to hear the intimate details of her daughter's sex life.

Then Vicki exclaimed, "Oh, where are my manners?"

She reached into her bag and pulled out a plastic bottle. She held it up and said, "I use this for when I get sun burn. It's good for your skin. It's some sort of therapy lotion. It helps my skin recover when I get a really bad burn. I bet it would work on those painful stripes on your poor bottom."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," exclaimed Mistress Rose. "Alex, thank your friend for her kind offer."

"Um, yes, of course. Thank you, Vicki."

Mistress Rose directed us to one of the guest rooms. She didn't want therapy lotion getting smeared into the fabric of the couch or any of the other furniture in her sitting room. I knew where all the guest rooms were located, and Mistress Rose ordered me to lead the way to the closest one.

"That really is a beautiful bottom," Vicki assured me. "I can see why lesbians would want to spank it."

I shivered slightly at her comment but kept right on walking. Once inside the guest room, Vicki turned on the lights, had me lie face down on a bed and pulled out her bottle of soothing lotion to rub into my skin. She placed my head on a pillow and spread my legs apart before she went to work.

The aromatic scent of the lotion was intoxicating. Vicki poured generous amounts of it all over my wounded buttocks and the backs of my thighs. Next, she placed her hands on my punished bottom and began to massage it in.

"Ooooh, ow." I gasped.

"I'm sorry," Vicki said, pulling back slightly. "I was trying to be gentle."

"It's okay," I sighed. My backside was covered with painful whip marks, and everywhere I was marked, there was a shocking amount of pain. The pain was intensified by Vicki's touch, but in the long run her ministrations would be good for me.

"Rub it in well," I told her. "It'll help my skin to recover, right?"

"It will," my good-natured friend assured me. "Thank you for being so reasonable."

All those welts and sore places erupted into fresh agony as Vicki kneaded and massaged my abused buttocks. I was unable to stifle my gasps as her strong fingers worked my flesh, but I did my best to hold still and let her do her job.

I squirmed and gasped quite a lot as my friend rubbed medicinal lotion into my skin. At least in part, my reactions were due to my feelings of awkwardness and humiliation. Vicki had never seen me naked before, and suddenly she was not only seeing my naked body, but rubbing her hands all over it, feeling up my thighs and my buttocks and even working her fingers into the tight furrow in between. I felt her fingertips slide across the delicate flesh of my anus more than once and I involuntarily trembled. And the way she had me spread my legs so far apart, my pubic lips were shamelessly on display, with my glistening juices right underneath her nose. My arousal was painfully obvious for my friend to see.

"It's not easy being a slave, is it?" she asked.

"It's the most difficult thing I've ever done," I agreed.

"Is there anything I could do to help?" Vicki asked.

The soft wet pulse in my sex became an insistent throb and I was tempted to ask her for some sexual relief. But it would feel demeaning to ask Vicki to finger me, although she'd already run her hands across some of the most intimate parts of my body.

And then, my sister leaned in towards us and said, "You know, Vicki, you can do a lot more with Alex than just run your hands up and down her butt. She's a slave now. You can do whatever you want with her."

There was a stunned silence as Vicki absorbed these words. Finally, she replied, "Hayley, what are you saying?"

"I know you have a crush on my sister. Back in high school, it would have been awkward for you to make a move on her. She was ostensibly straight, and my kid sister, but things have changed a lot since high school. And as a sex slave, Alex basically exists for the purpose of satisfying other people's sexual fantasies."

There was an even longer, awkward silence, then I spoke up and said, "Vicki, you have a crush on me?"

"Well, yeah," Vicki reluctantly admitted.

"Hayley is right. Right now, I exist for the purpose of fulfilling other women's sexual fantasies. If you want to do things with me, you'll never have a better opportunity than right now, while I'm a lesbian sex slave."

I looked over my bare shoulder at Vicki and I saw a look of struggle on her face. She saw me as very desirable, but she probably felt conflicted about taking advantage of me while I was helpless and vulnerable. We had been friends for years, and she didn't want to be a bad friend. If she forced me into having sex against my will, she was going to feel a crushing burden of guilt.

"I don't want to force her," Vicki protested. "We're friends, right? Friends don't force friends. It would be like rape if I did it with her while she's unable to refuse me. She's legally incapable of refusing me, or anyone."

"Alex, you talk to her," Hayley insisted.

"Vicki, I understand your hesitation. "We're friends. We were friends before I became a slave. And we'll be friends when I'm no longer a slave. I will love you as much as ever, after you use me for sex, perhaps more. We will share a new secret and a new intimacy."

"Just take a look at how wet she is between her legs," my sister urged. "They're rationing her orgasms. If you were to finger her to climax, you'd be doing her a favor."

That won her over. She reached between my thighs and cupped my swollen pubic lips.

I gasped, causing her to hesitate, but I urged her to continue. Vicki stroked my sensitive pubic lips, eliciting a series of moans from my lips. I looked at her over my shoulder with excitement in my eyes. Then she worked her fingers between my slick, swollen labia and thrust two strong fingers inside of me. I moaned and panted as she probed deep. I squirmed and felt the pulsing in my loins become infinitely more intense. Somewhere far in the back of my mind I felt embarrassment that I was being fingered by one of my friends while my sister watched, but the throbbing in my pussy and the hot blood surging in my veins was more powerful than my feelings of mortification.