Popularity Ch. 10

My mother went out for about an hour or so to get her prescription for Xanax refilled. Apparently, seeing your daughter sexually objectified, spanked, handcuffed, sexually violated and forced to display her naked body to strangers is the sort of thing that can trigger feelings of anxiety.

Go figure.

While she was gone, Mistress Rose decided that we didn't need her to have fun, and she organized a grand spectacle that involved me, my sister and one of my friends from high school.

"Slaves require constant sexual attention," Mistress Rose explained to my friend Vicki. "They need to be constantly sexually abused and objectified to help remind them of the fact that they're slaves. Otherwise, they can revert into their old ways of thinking."

"Thinking like a free person?"

"Exactly," Mistress Rose confirmed. "We try to keep slaves in the slave mindset. Towards that end, we must habitually treat them like sex objects. You think of Alex as your friend, so, it may be difficult to treat her as a sex slave at first, but with enough practice, you'll get used to it."

Then Mistress Rose grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezed it possessively and ordered me to place my hands behind the back of my head.

"Thrust your tits out and spread your legs exceptionally wide. Show your friend Vicki and your sister that they're welcome to touch you all over."

It felt far more awkward doing this in front of friends and family than it did in front of strangers. Nonetheless, I obeyed. I was surrounded by Mistress Rose, Hayley and Vicki, and their eyes examined my naked body with looks of hunger and longing. My heart was throbbing in my throat until all I could hear was my blood pulsing inside my head.

Vicki moved in closer, and I felt a certain degree of trepidation. I was naked and my breasts were thrust forward as if I were offering them up as some sort of pornographic gift. It was a very vulnerable situation for me to be in and I was very embarrassed and self-conscious about the way my friend, who was fully dressed, was openly appraising my naked body.

Then Hayley grabbed me from behind. She placed her hands on my buttocks, cupping them, fondling them and squeezing them, and even exploring the tight furrow in between. After her hands spent several minutes roaming all over my bare buttocks, she moved on to fondling my thighs and then said, "I've always admired your ass. It's nice and firm. Your glutes are toned and impressively firm. You've got an ass like a professional figure skater."

"Wow," Vicki said. "That's some way to talk about your little sister."

"I admit, it's kind of vulgar. But as long as she's a slave, talking like that is encouraged. We're supposed to make sure she feels humbled and objectified."

With Hayley and Mistress Rose encouraging her, Vicki slid her hand between my legs, cupping my pubic lips and then giving them a firm, intimate squeeze. I gasped and made an inarticulate sound of surprise. Mistress Rose told Vicki that this was a good thing, and she encouraged Vicki to continue doing what she was doing.

One of the maids wandered into the sitting room, increasing my feelings of humiliation. The larger the audience, the more degraded I felt. And I whimpered helplessly as Vicki rubbed my sensitive labia and raised my desire to feverish levels.

I squirmed and moaned as Vicki pushed her fingers inside me and probed my moist interior. Being naked and sexually examined by one of my friends while a prurient audience of spectators watched was undignified and humiliating, but when you're a slave, it's expected that people will treat you like that.

Yet even as I whimpered and squirmed, I felt the erotic sensations of a powerful orgasm building inside me. I moved my hips and pelvis in a lewd shameless manner as Vicki'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, and she turned to Mistress Rose and said, "She's dripping wet."

"You've got her desperate for sexual release," Mistress Rose observed. "It's good to keep a slave in that state as much as possible. Not only to keep them ready for sex, but to let them know that they're dependent on people like you for their orgasms. If they feel a potent need for orgasms, and they know you can deny them, it gives you power over them and makes them more obedient."

"Also, suffering enhances her beauty," Hayley added. "They way she squirms and gasps and gets that look on her face when she's suffering; I swear it makes her look three-hundred percent sexier!"

Ever since I'd become a slave, I had constant cravings for sexual release. My clitoris was so hard it ached, and my nipples were chronically erect. Mistress Rose was correct. That intense sort of sexual need did make me easier to control.

Then Vicki reached out to me and gently pulled me closer to her. Her face edged close to mine and suddenly we were kissing. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close as we kissed. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but Mistress Rose insisted that I keep my hands behind the back of my head.

Vicki forced her tongue into my mouth as we kissed, and her tongue danced against mine. I moaned into her mouth. I felt my legs go weak and wobbly. And while we kissed, Hayley stood behind me, grabbed my breasts from behind, and squeezed them.

"Mmmmmfffff!"

I moaned and whimpered into Vicki's mouth as Hayley roughly kneaded my breasts and pinched my sensitive nipples. Hayley was rough, but the pain only served to rouse my libido. As my sister abused my nipples, I felt an insistent throb in my sex.

The next thing I knew, Vicki was cupping my breasts, sinking her fingers into them gently and rubbing her thumbs across my nipples. My nipples immediately responded by becoming even more roused and erect than before. And when they were so hard that they ached, Vicki pressed the front of her body into mine and she swayed side to side, allowing her clothed body to brush intoxicatingly against my naked flesh. I moaned as a delicious tingling sensation erupted in waves across my body.

Vicki held me close, flattening out my boobs as she pushed her chest into mine. I desperately wanted to wrap my arms around her, but Mistress Rose insisted that I keep my hands clasped behind the back of my neck. At some point Vicki's hands drifted lower and she grabbed my butt. I shuddered and let out a gasp of pain, as my bottom was still sore from being whipped with Frida's leather belt.

I gasped when Vicki pressed a hand between my legs and worked her fingertips up and down my vulnerable pink slit. The maid smirked as she watched me gasp and squirm, knowing that I was defenseless. I wanted to march over there and slap the smirk off the maid's face, but I was a slave, and slaves don't do things like that. Slaves are passive and obedient and allow free women to treat them however they wish.

"It's a shame we never hooked up back in high school," Vicki said as she massaged her fingers up and down my exposed pussy. "We would have been awesome together. We would have been so cute; everybody would have been jealous."

I couldn't respond verbally. I could barely think, so I just moaned inarticulately as she played with my pussy and one agonizing wave of desire after another made me shudder. My sex throbbed with hungry spasms as my sister, my mistress, and the maid watched.

"Say it," Vicki insisted as her fingers danced across my swollen pubic lips. "Say that you should have been my girlfriend back in high school."

Through the erotic haze I struggled to understand the words that Vicki was saying. It took some effort. When I finally got there, I licked my lips and through a supreme effort, got my mind to form the words.

"I should have...been your girlfriend back in.... high school," I panted.

"Yes, you should have," Vicki declared triumphantly.

"Perhaps she should be punished for her failure to be your girlfriend back then," the maid suggested.

I panted and struggled not to give the maid a dirty look. I hated being ogled and dominated and judged by a mere servant, but as I was just a slave, she outranked me. There was nothing I could do to stop her.

From a few feet away, Mistress Rose commented, "That's not a bad idea, Vicki. Slaves respond to harsh punishments. It will help to create an emotional bond between you and Alex."

I gritted my teeth and struggled to maintain position with my legs spread and my hands behind my head. I squirmed and shuddered and felt feverish. Vicki made intense eye contact with me, and said, "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

"Ohhhhhh," I groaned. And then Vicki took her hand away, sat down on a wooden chair and gave me an expectant look.

"Alex, get your cute butt over here," Vicki insisted. "If I spank you, it will bring us closer together."

My poor bottom was already sore. I didn't want Vicki to spank me, but I had no say in the matter. My pussy throbbed at the idea of being naked across Vicki's lap, but my heart pounded maidly in my chest at the prospect of another painful punishment.

I asked if the maid could at least be sent out of the room. It was one thing to be spanked by one of my friends. But allowing a mere servant to witness it would be an overwhelming humiliation.

Vicki seemed to consider the idea, but Mistress Rose interjected and vetoed the idea. "Alex, humiliation is good for you. It helps to reinforce the slave mindset. The more people who witness your punishments the better."

I moaned in frustration and dragged my naked body across my friend's lap. The maid then suggested that Vicki grab one of my wrists and twist it behind my back so I couldn't use my hands to protect my bottom.

"Ugh! Aaaahhhh!

Vicki grabbed my wrist and pulled it up high behind my back, immobilizing my arm, then she used her free hand to spank my defenseless buttocks.

With my sister and the maid watching, I did my best to act all stoic as Vicki abused my buttocks. I wanted my sister to think I was brave, and I didn't want to give that cruel sadist of a maid the satisfaction of hearing me cry out in pain, but every time Vicki's hand came down upon my ass the sting was more intense than the time before. I clenched my jaw and tried not to cry out in pain, but the sting kept getting worse and worse.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Eventually, the pain became too intense. I let out some girlish gasps of pain which quickly evolved into piercing, unbridled screams of agony.

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

The maid enjoyed the show and the smug look of satisfaction on her face was just too much. My eyes welled up with tears and I burst out with wracking sobs. I was overwhelmed with stinging, red-hot pain as well as feelings of mortification and crushing defeat.

* * *

As much as I hated the maid, her suggestion that Vicki punish me for a minor offense was a good one. After Vicki spanked my poor bottom, I did feel closer to her. It was like a switch in my brain had flipped and suddenly I felt submissive to Vicki and craved her dominance and her approval.

Shortly after I'd been spanked, my mother returned and saw the painful red handprints all over my ass and the backs of my thighs. I could feel my face blush red-hot as Mistress Rose explained that Vicki had spanked me.

"Vicki spanked my daughter? I seriously doubt Alex did anything to deserve it!"

"Your daughter has a very beautiful bottom," Mistress Rose explained. "As long as she's a slave that's all the reason Vicki needs. Also, I think it will intensify Alex's friendship with Vicki. I know for a fact that it's stirred up all kinds of emotions in your daughter."

My mother disagreed with Mistress Rose on how I should be treated. I suppose that was to be expected. Mothers are traditionally protective of their daughters, and Mistress Rose wanted to see me cruelly punished and humiliated.

And while I understand my mother's perspective, we were in Mistress Rose's house, and I was Mistress Rose's property. If Mistress Rose wanted me to be punished and humiliated, that was exactly what was going to happen.

I squirmed on the inside and outwardly I trembled with indignation and embarrassment as Mistress Rose explained about punishments and forced nudity and other indignities that I was forced to endure as a slave. My face heated up as Mistress Rose pointed out how my pubic lips were plump and glistening with moisture.

"Your daughter enjoys this sort of abuse and objectification," my mistress explained. "Even before I purchased her, she was like this. The OPS conditioned her to respond to punishments, bondage and cruel humiliations. She thrives on such things now."

A small whimpering sound escaped my throat, and my breasts heaved as my breathing quickened. My sense of mortification was so severe, I felt on the verge of a panic attack. My heart thundered in my ears, drowning out the sounds of Mistress Rose and my mother. My head was reeling. I tried taking deep breaths to calm myself, but it took a great deal of effort to get my pulse and my pounding heart to slow down.

My mother was stubborn. She really wanted to make changes in how I was treated. Mistress Rose was also stubborn. But eventually they negotiated a compromise.

Mistress Rose offered my mother a deal. She said I could go a whole day without any sort of corporal punishment, if my mother would gag me, and lock me into metal bondage. My mother made a counter offer for a whole week with no corporal punishments. The two women haggled and eventually a deal was struck. I would go three days with no corporal punishments.

My mother wasn't thrilled with the idea of shackling her daughter and shoving a bit-gag in her mouth, but by doing this she would buy me three days of no corporal punishments, so she convinced herself it was worth it.

Frida was called and told to bring Mistress Rose a bit-gag and other bondage devices. Frida wheeled them in in a cart and offered them to Mistress Rose. Mistress Rose then turned to my mother. It was time for my mom to make me helpless.

My heart thrummed urgently in my chest as I was told to open my mouth wide so my mom could work the bit-gag between my teeth. The maid pulled aside my hair so my mother could fasten the gag tightly by working the buckles securely around the back of my neck,

Next, my mother took the metal slave collar in her hands and placed it around my throat. There were all sorts of screws and latches that I couldn't see. But once everything was secured, the heavy metal collar was locked into place.

A chain was attached to the back of my slave collar. My mother took one of my wrists and carefully pulled it behind me. She raised it up behind my back near my shoulder blades and locked it in a metal shackle. My other wrist received the same treatment. Of course, this sort of bondage forced me to arch my back and forced my breasts outward.

I moaned slightly and I could feel my face blushing with embarrassment. The maid smirked at my predicament whenever my mother wasn't looking.

The final indignity was a pair of ankle shackles. They weren't attached to anything, but the added weight forced me to walk more slowly and cautiously. I felt much more submissive while bound and helpless like this, felt a traumatizing sense of embarrassment that my mother should see me like this.

My breasts were thrust forward as if I were offering them up as gifts to be ogled or groped. My breathing became labored, and my breasts rose and fell noticeably. I could feel my nipples becoming even harder and my sex leaking moisture as my feelings of helplessness caused me to become more and more aroused.

"Mmmmmff," I protested through my gag as I imagined what I must look like. No woman should be forced to display her naked body like a shameless slut in front of her mother, but there I was doing exactly that.

"Remember, no corporal punishments for three days," my mother reminded Mistress Rose.

"Of course," my mistress said. "No spankings, no whippings, no corporal punishments of any kind. Her skin is safe for three days."

* * *

Of course, just because I couldn't be whipped or spanked for three days didn't mean I wasn't a slave anymore. I could still be sexually objectified and used for the sexual entertainment of others. And just a few minutes later, the maid grabbed me by the arm, took me down the hall, and delivered me to Vicki.

"Oh, Alex! You look so sexy like that! Let me see!"

Vicki gushed and enthusiastically examined me. She had me turn around so she could admire the metal shackles that bound my wrists and the chain that connected them to my collar. Seeing me so helpless seemed to truly turn Vicki on.

"You should be bound like this more often! The optics are incredibly tantalizing!"

Frida suggested that Vicki might want to use bondage on me even after my time as a slave was over. Vicki and Frida discussed the benefits of ropes, leather restraints and metal bondage devices that could be used on me. Both women seemed to be thrilled with the idea of making me helpless. Nobody asked me how I felt about that.

Of course, I had already felt vulnerable being naked in front of Vicki while she was fully clothed. However, being gagged, shackled, naked and helpless made me feel even more vulnerable.

"You look absolutely stunning," Vicki enthused, "You are so adorable, I could just..."

Vicki never finished that sentence. Apparently, she was too eager to get her hands on me, and she just dove in without another word.

Before I knew what was happening, Vicki undid the buckles that secured the bit-gag on my face, and she pressed her lips passionately against mine.

I didn't like the fact that Frida was watching, but Vicki's kiss felt exquisite. Her kiss created pleasant tingling sensations throughout my entire body. I sighed awkwardly, with Vicki's mouth clamping over mine, and just melted into the kiss.

I got swept up into the kiss and forgot that Frida was there. Vicki's lips molded to my mouth, and I enjoyed the sensations of her tongue exploring my tongue, Vicki's body pressed against mine and Vicki's hands taking my naked body and holding it possessively close.

Enthralled in the deliciously erotic sensations, I didn't notice when Hayley entered the room. So, she did that loud throat-clearing thing people do, and Vicki broke off from the kiss. Vicki and I both glanced over at my sister. My breathing was still heavy after the intense make-out session, but I tried to focus on what my sister was saying.

"You two certainly make for a cute couple," my sister commented, "but listen, I just spoke to Rose. Seems she made a deal with our mother, and for the next three days, you're not allowed to spank my sister."

"What?"

"That's the deal. No spankings, no whippings, no strappings, nothing like that for the next three days."

A disappointed look crossed Vicki's face. She stood there in silence for a few moments and then said, "But I can still have sex with her, right?"

"Of course," my sister said, with enthusiasm.

A wicked smile erased the disappointed look, and she once again covered my mouth with hers. She kissed me very insistently, causing the throbbing in my loins to intensify, making both of us moan. Her tongue explored my mouth, and her hands explored my naked body. I squirmed and moaned and enjoyed the sensations of what she was doing to me.

I was bound and helpless and Vicki kissed me hungrily, with heated and unrestrained enthusiasm. I kissed her back as best I could; however, I felt at a disadvantage with my hands bound behind my back. I couldn't wrap my arms around her. All I could do was squirm and try to keep up as Vicki's sexual energy drove her to eat my face and fondle every inch of my naked body.