Popularity Ch. 11

Mistress Rose enjoys keeping me as her slave, abusing me, groping me, punishing me, using me for sex, however, she also enjoys showing me off to her wealthy friends or even total strangers. She tells me I blush with embarrassment every time she does this, and I look adorable as I squirm and blush in mortification.

I think there are other rich people out there who enjoy making slaves squirm and blush with embarrassment as well. You see, there's a piece of land not far from Mistress Rose's home that's been designated a "slave park." Rich people take their slaves there and put them on display for other rich people to ogle. Sometimes masters or mistresses allow fortunate friends or strangers to grope their slaves or even give them a few strokes with a riding crop. It's typically traumatizing for the slaves, but for the free men and women who get to ogle the slaves, touch them or punish them, it's a treasured experience.

My first time there, Mistress Rose put me in the back seat of her Mercedes. I was handcuffed. Frida, the maid, sat next to me and proceeded to touch me all over while Mistress Rose drove.

"Ohhhhh!"

Frida ordered me to keep my legs apart. And while I was in that vulnerable position, she would run her hands up and down my thighs, enjoying the feel of my firm inner thigh muscles and the smoothness of my skin. She would also grab my breasts. The way I was bound, my breasts were thrust forward and made a very inviting target. Frida couldn't resist squeezing them, kneading them and even occasionally pinching my nipples.

By the time we reached the park, I was whimpering with desire, and when Frida unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled me out of the car, I felt an immediate surge of shame. Well-dressed men and women were standing about fifty feet away from where Mistress Rose parked her car, and a dozen sets of eyes all turned in my direction and stared at my naked body. Mistress Rose and my sister emerged from the front of the vehicle, then Frida pushed me forward towards the prurient spectators.

"Your public awaits," Mistress Rose declared, and I was made to march naked, barefoot and handcuffed towards them.

"Hello, everyone! This beautiful slave girl is named Alex. She's undergoing sapphic training, so ladies, come forward and get a closer look at her. Men, hang back a way. Men are not allowed to touch my slave."

Several dapper women eagerly approached me and gave me appraising looks. There was a redheaded woman in grey tweed with a malicious glint in her eye. Frida held on to me tightly and pushed me in her direction.

I was flanked by Hayley and Mistress Rose as the redheaded woman stood directly in front of me, then Mistress Rose gave the elegant redhead a look and said, "Would you like to touch her?"

"I would love to. Thank you so much for offering her up to me."

The dapper redhead placed her hands on my bare breasts and cupped them, feeling me up. I trembled slightly at the physical contact, and I felt my face blush hot with shame as close to a dozen strangers moved in closer to watch me getting groped.

"Ohhhhhh," I moaned as the redheaded woman took hold of my nipples and began to roll them between her thumbs and index fingers.

A wave of erotic tingling sensations traveled across my body as she played with my responsive nipples. It was embarrassing to have so many people staring, nevertheless I enjoyed the physical sensations as my nipples were stimulated.

Then her hands became bolder, and one of them dipped down between my legs and cupped my pubic mound.

"I love the way her pubes are totally hairless," said a young woman standing close to the dapper redhead. "Her pubic lips are so exposed and visible. She looks twice as naked as any woman I've ever slept with."

"The smooth and exposed look is adorable," the posh redhead replied as she gave my pubic lips a firm, intimate squeeze. I gasped and made an inarticulate sound of surprise, which seemed to delight and entertain the other people in the slave park.

"She's wet," said the woman with her hand between my legs.

"I think she's enjoying this."

A tall woman with a British accent moved in closer and asked, "What sort of woman could enjoy being a naked sex slave?"

"She's been conditioned by experts," Mistress Rose explained. "She hated it at first. But after months of intense training, she no longer hates the bondage, the forced nudity and the punishments."

"She now finds it to be sexually arousing," my sister added.

I squirmed with embarrassment, my hips swayed, and I pulled against the handcuffs as they talked about me like this, discussing the most intimate aspects of my sexual identity. My head was reeling, and my pussy throbbed with hungry spasms.

The redhead announced that her name was Penelope as she rubbed the seam between my swollen labia, making me whimper and squirm. My heart pounded urgently and then I felt woman's fingers on my hard, swollen clitoris. There was a feverish, wild rush of delicious, erotic energy, humiliation, embarrassment and shame as those fingers toyed with the most intimate part of my female anatomy.

"You say that she enjoys forced nudity and bondage. And I've enjoyed watching her forced to display her naked body and having her wrists bound with handcuffs. Do you suppose I could watch her subjected to a corporal punishment? You did say that she enjoys those."

My heart sped up at the prospect of being punished out in the open with a crowd of strangers witnessing my pain. There was some discussion about what sort of punishment would be best. Penelope commented that I had a beautiful bottom and that she'd like me to be bent over with my firm buttocks blatantly on display for my punishment.

"I know just the thing," Mistress Rose said, and she ambled over to a part of the park where bondage devices were located. Frida grabbed me by the arm and pulled me along. I was led over to an ancient-looking pillory and ordered to stand next to it. The wood was weather-worn, and the yoke looked thick and imposing.

Mistress Rose unlocked my handcuffs while Frida grabbed the top half of the yoke and lifted it up high. Mistress Rose ordered me to bend over and place my neck and wrists into the indentations of the lower half.

"Ohhhhhh." I whimpered, and with everyone watching, I bent over.

It was a cruel way to immobilize me. Once bent over, my ass was shamelessly on display. It was like I was issuing an open invitation to everyone to come and smack my buttocks, grab my ass or play with my pussy. My hindquarters were utterly at the mercy of anyone and everyone there.

I felt a sense of utter helplessness and vulnerability as Frida lowered the top half and locked the yoke, trapping my wrists and neck. Once the padlock locked in place, I was utterly helpless to protect or even see the lower portions of my body.

The way I was bound, I couldn't see anything behind me, but I heard people talking about the erotic show I was putting on for them with my ass and pubic lips so openly on display.

"She has the most beautiful and pertly shaped buttocks imaginable."

"I love how her pubic lips are so plump and visible from behind."

"I'd like to get a better look at her bald pubes. Could you have her spread her legs."

I felt hands on my inner thighs, urging me to spread my legs extremely far apart. And then I heard Frida's voice saying. "How do you like that? Is that better?"

"Better and a half," a woman said from somewhere behind me. "She looks ten times more adorable with her legs spread like that."

I groaned helplessly and before too long a crowd had gathered behind me. I couldn't see any of the people back there as the yoke of the pillory cruelly obscured my vision, however, I could hear voices as well as the sounds of human activity.

"Frida, why don't you play with her pussy?" Mistress Rose suggested. "I'm sure the assembled crowd would enjoy hearing our adorable slave moan and pant while she's helpless."

Frida was only too happy to oblige. I felt a wave of shame wash over me at the thought of being fingered by a lowly maid while a crowd of rich people watched me writhing and moaning as she thrust her fingers inside of me. I felt her hand pawing at my vaginal lips, stroking tentatively at first and then pulling my labia far apart. Then I felt a finger poking into the folds of my pubic lips. My pubes were sensitive, and I moaned at the merest touch.

"She is so adorable," I heard a female voice comment as my sensitive pubic lips were stroked and petted.

I squirmed and whimpered as my labia were touched. "Keep making those noises," a female voice urged. "You sound adorable when you make noises like that."

"I love her ass," a female voice commented. "It's so small and cute and perfectly shaped."

"I agree, but it barely has any color," responded another. "Shouldn't she be spanked or whipped? Aren't slaves supposed to get their asses reddened on a regular basis?"

There was a spirited discussion. Frida volunteered to spank me and even slapped my defenseless buttocks a few times to show how hard she could hit, and there were comments about the vivid color of the handprints she'd left behind, but Hayley and Mistress Rose were of the opinion that one of the wealthy women visiting the park that day should have the honor of spanking me.

Many of the women volunteered, but in the end it was decided that Penelope would be the one to redden my bottom.

Penelope thanked my sister and Mistress Rose and then Frida stepped aside so Penelope could spank me. I squirmed at the thought of my bare bottom being spanked by the elegant, well-dressed woman while a crowd of people watched and then the first swat landed on my upraised buttocks.

"Ow!"

"Ooh! I love the way she bounces when her butt is smacked! So sexy!"

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I exclaimed as the wealthy woman assaulted my bare buttocks. My bare feet stamped, and my hips jerked reflexively as if these spontaneous reactions would somehow boost my body's ability to cope with the abrupt, stinging pain.

"Your ass looks very red now, Alex," Penelope assured me after she'd swatted my hindquarters repeatedly and left them sore and stinging.

"It's a shame you can't appreciate the view like I can. The color is gorgeous. You should probably be spanked like this every day. The bright red hue truly enhances the beauty of your bottom."

"Would you like to come over sometime?" my mistress asked. "Being spanked by a stranger always adds to a slave's feelings of helplessness. It would be good for her if you were to visit every now and then to redden her cute bottom."

Penelope was thrilled with the invitation, and she assured Mistress Rose that it would be an honor to visit me in Mistress Rose's home and mercilessly redden my ass. I squirmed nervously and whimpered at the thought of this wealthy woman just showing up whenever she felt like it just so she could spank me.

But then Penelope announced that she wasn't finished yet. She had enjoyed spanking my poor bottom so much that she resolved to give my defenseless hindquarters thirty or forty more swats.

I groaned at the thought of my tender bottom being punished even more, but there was something exciting about her being so cruel to me, especially in such a public forum. I could feel more moisture seeping from my pussy as I waited for more punishment to be inflicted on my bottom.

I braced myself and Penelope inflicted a series of rapid-fire smacks across my bottom, all of them painful. My ass stung viciously, and my hips squirmed and twisted with each blow.

I whimpered, and then the stinging blows stopped, and somebody placed a hand between my widespread legs and cupped the already swollen lips of my sex.

"Ohhhhh," I gasped loudly. I had already been sexually aroused, but the hand on my puffy, sensitive labia raised my desire to feverish levels.

I squirmed and moaned as somebody pushed their fingers inside me and probed my moist interior. Being fingered while bent over with my legs spread wide with an audience watching made me feel even more helpless, humiliated, and submissive than before. I embraced my delicious feelings of helplessness and savored the erotic sensations as my orgasm began building. I moved my hips and pelvis in a lewd shameless manner as those 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.

"That was cruel," commented Penelope from somewhere behind me.

"It's called edging," Mistress Rose explained. "Slaves are supposed to be constantly ready for sex. I keep Alex constantly aroused, but her orgasms are rationed."

"It helps to keep her in a slave mindset," my sister added.

"Frida, why don't you spank Alex now?" my mistress said. "I imagine Penelope's hand is getting tired.

"Of course," Frida responded cheerfully. And I was certain she had a sadistic smile on her face as she said it.

I was already sore, and Frida smacked my poor, innocent bottom a dozen times with sharp, rapid blows, each one stinging more than the last. I tried to hold still, but my body trembled, and my legs kicked. The pain was just too severe for me to remain stoic.

"You see the way she wriggles and squirms when you spank her?" the maid asked Penelope. "She moves her hips and pelvis in a very suggestive manner when you inflict the pain. The way she swishes and sways her bare bottom is very immodest, improper, and suggestive. That's part of the fun. It's one of the things I enjoy most about punishing Alex."

After about a dozen stinging swats, Frida groped me between my legs. And of course, she called attention to the libidinous noises I made and the libidinous way I moved my hips as her fingers stroked my swollen and tender vulva. I shuddered, whimpered and then her fingertips poked through the gap between my swollen labia.

"Aaahhh," I moaned as the maid's fingers went deep inside of me. My widespread legs shook almost from the instant her questing fingers went to work. It was embarrassing having my libido roused by a mere household servant while a crowd of well-dressed, prurient strangers watched.

Frida drove me to the very edge of climax, left me panting, feeling humiliated and red-faced with mortification and then she began to inflict bitter pain on my innocent backside once again.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Another stinging swat and another and another, until I eventually lost count, and my bottom felt as cooked as if I had sat on a red-hot burner on a stove. I writhed and squirmed shamelessly as the pain grew more intense and I lost all sense of dignity and self-respect.

The spanking stopped and then once again the maid placed a hand between my legs and began to fondle me. Another agonizing wave of desire passed through me as Frida's probing fingers delved deep into my vagina, exploring my innermost recesses, making my sex throb with urgent, hungry spasms.

"Oh! Aaahhh! Oooooh!"

I gasped and whimpered as the maid fingered my pussy and drove my levels of desire and sexual need ever higher, making my loins throb with an urgent, ravenous hunger.

"Keep your legs spread far apart," Mistress Rose said coldly as the maid continued to torment my sexual core, driving me mad with lust, but refusing to allow me any sexual relief.

Naked, with my legs spread obscenely far apart, and the maid toying with my nether lips and impaling me deep with her strong, forceful fingers, I felt so helpless and vulnerable. Then my sister spoke up and said, "It's a bigger blow to a slave's ego to be groped and punished by people of low status. So, we make a point of turning her over to the maid every now and again."

Tears welled up in my eyes and I trembled with embarrassment. My sister was right that this was a huge blow to my ego. I knew that I must be blushing with mortification as everyone watched my pussy being plundered by Frida's invasive fingers.

I felt humiliated and controlled. My naked body was being used for the entertainment of the wealthy people in the slave park. They considered it to be grand entertainment to watch as I was bent over, spanked and raped by the maid. Everyone encouraged Frida to be cruel to me and they cheered her on as her fingers pumped my G-spot and I quivered and squirmed my hips in a shameless manner. They considered my moans and gasps to be pure entertainment and then they applauded when I was finally forced to orgasm. It was a grand spectacle, enjoyed by all as I cried out, shuddered and climaxed with a great deal of gasping, panting and shameless, libidinous writhing.

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As expected, Penelope eagerly embraced my mistress's invitation, and she showed up approximately once a week, every week for the purpose of spanking my bare bottom.

I remember the first time she visited. She was dressed in a custom-tailored navy-blue blazer, navy blue slacks and an elegant white shirt. She looked so dignified and polished. I felt even more naked and vulnerable when I saw how well dressed she was.

Then she pulled out a pair of stainless-steel handcuffs and said, "I brought these. I thought I'd lock Alex's wrists in front of her so she can't protect herself as she's being spanked."

"How thoughtful!" Mistress Rose exclaimed. "Alex, hold your hands up so Penelope can lock your wrists."

I held my hands up and the metal restraints were locked around my wrists. They were sturdy and locked tight. I could feel the power and authority of the metal restraints and knew there was no way I could ever break free from them.

Mistress Rose had an impressive couch that was approximately nine feet long. It was beautiful and comfy to sit on. Penelope preferred to sit on this grand piece of furniture and have me drape myself over her lap when she spanked me.

"Raise your bottom up, dear," she said that first day. "I expect your beautiful buttocks to be raised up and available every time I spank you."

I whimpered but obeyed. I raised my ass up, making it an inviting target for her hand each time she spanked me.

"I adore her obedience," Penelope gushed. "It really adds to the experience. It makes the spectacle of her punishments just so much more intoxicating."

"Oh, I agree. Alex is an adorable slave. She tries so hard to please. I truly do love her."

Of course, just because you love a slave doesn't mean that you'll go easy on her. Mistress Rose, Frida and even my sister enjoyed watching me suffer. It was one of the main reasons for owning a slave in the first place. If all you want is a girl to get naked for you, a girlfriend or a lover will suffice. But if you want someone to submit to cruel punishments and humiliating rituals, you usually need a slave.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ooooow!" I cried out as the wealthy woman brutally assaulted my buttocks. Reflexively, I squirmed across her lap and kicked my legs. Tears welled up in my eyes as she inflicted red-hot torment on my innocent buttocks.

"The way you squirm and wriggle your bottom for me is adorable," my tormentress informed me as she paused for a few seconds, "It's such erotic entertainment the way you swish and sway and shamelessly display your ass while I'm spanking it."

Well, I had no choice but to squirm and recoil from the agonizing blows as my poor, innocent bottom was abused, but she made it sound like I was a perfect slut for swaying my hips and bouncing my ass across her lap.

The spanking resumed and I felt utterly without composure or dignity as I sobbed and writhed across the intimidating lady's lap, especially as I thought about how Mistress Rose, my sister Hayley and even the maid were watching the grand spectacle as Penelope abused my poor buttocks.

The stinging blows stopped, and Penelope once again pointed out how I wriggled my buttocks in a shameless manner as I was spanked. She also commented on how my shaved pubes were on display. Then she invited the maid to sit down beside her and take advantage of my vulnerable situation.