My neighbor Mrs. Patron has a deal where she can have sex with other women and her husband doesn't consider it to be cheating. As a result, she could have sex with me, and he wouldn't mind.
And even though her husband wouldn't mind, she waited until he was out of town before she invited me over.
On the day I was to come over, she called and told me to bring my mother along as well.
"My mother? Why?"
"Well, she's a slave too, isn't she? If one naked slave at my home is enjoyable, imagine how much fun it will be to have two slaves under my control!"
I groaned but agreed to bring my mother along with me. Being naked and sexually objectified is humiliating, but it's even more so with my mother watching. And if my mother was forced to be a part of whatever naked spectacle Mrs. Patron had in mind then my feelings of exposure, humiliation and helplessness would become even more intense.
To compound my feelings of embarrassment, Anna called up our friend Sam and invited her to tag along too.
"She's been asking me to include her more in our B&D sex games," Anna explained. "She's still basically a tourist when it comes to this stuff, and she'd like to become more involved."
* * *
When we arrived at Claire Patron's house, Claire greeted us all warmly. Both my mother and I were hugged enthusiastically.
"Candice! Ingrid! I've been looking forward to your visit! I'm so glad that you're here!"
Anna and Sam were greeted as well, but they weren't naked slaves, so they weren't as enticing. They didn't inspire the same sort of enthusiasm as my mother and me with our shaved pubes, bare breasts and shamelessly erect nipples conspicuously on display.
Once the social niceties were out of the way, Claire insisted that we all go downstairs so she could show us her punishment room.
Punishment room?
She mentioned that so casually, like mentioning that she had a pinball machine or a hot tub. But when a suburban housewife has a punishment room in her basement, it's a big deal. It's not something you just casually mention. You need to provide a backstory and explain what the hell is going on there.
Naked and barefoot, I descended the staircase and entered the basement that Claire had converted into a punishment room. One of the walls had a multitude of whips, leather straps and riding crops hanging from metal clips. In the center of the room was a padded bondage bench. Flanking the bondage bench were two whipping frames, and there were trapeze bars that could descend from the ceiling. The trapeze bars were outfitted with leather straps that could be buckled around a naked girl's wrists, thus securing her for punishment.
I had to wonder. When did Claire's basement become a kinky sex dungeon? Did she put it in after Anna told Claire that I was a sex slave? It would have taken a lot of money and effort to get all this equipment installed in such a short period of time. Was it set up by Claire before she found out I was a sex slave? Or maybe Claire's husband installed it to use on Claire? Maybe one of Claire's daughters set it up? Or maybe Claire installed it to use on her daughters?
All these and other possibilities presented themselves, but when I asked Claire about it, she just gave me an enigmatic smile and said, "It's not really fitting for slaves to be too curious. Just submit to my authority and stop asking questions."
Claire pointed to the trapeze bars set into the ceiling and directed my mother and me to go stand underneath them. Then she pressed a button, causing the trapeze bars to descend low enough that our wrists could be secured to them.
"Starting to feel helpless yet?" Claire asked. "If you don't yet, you will soon."
Mrs. Patron buckled my wrists to the trapeze bar and Anna did the same for my mom. When the leather straps were secure and there was no hope of my mom or me escaping from our bonds, Mrs. Patron went back to the wall and pressed some buttons to cause the trapeze bars to rise.
As the trapeze bars ascended, my wrists went up and soon my naked body was stretched taut, and my feet left the floor. My mother suffered an identical fate, and I couldn't help but think how much sexier she looked while her arms were raised up and her lithe body was stretched. Her breasts were lifted higher and put blatantly on display. Her belly looked flatter; her ribcage more prominent.
My mother complained about how high the trapeze bar had been raised and how uncomfortable she was with her whole body stretched taut and her toes just barely touching the floor as she waited to be whipped. Mrs. Patron just dismissed her complaints as inconsequential foolishness.
"Oh, hush, Ingrid," Mrs. Patron admonished. "You have a great body and you've spent years concealing it underneath clothes. Now that I've finally got you naked, I'm making sure you put everything on display as much as possible. The way I've got you all stretched forces you to stick your breasts out for me. Now that I've got you like this, I'm not gonna just quickly or easily let you go."
My mother groaned at this announcement, but Claire paid no attention. She simply walked over and grabbed my mother's breasts. My mother squirmed and gasped and grunted as our suburban neighbor kneaded her breasts and played with her nipples, but there was nothing she could do to get away.
"I've always wanted to play with you, Ingrid," Mrs. Patron commented as she rolled my mom's nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "But you've been so damned snooty and cold. You keep your tits and other parts to yourself. This is the first chance I've had to touch you. And you can't stop me, dear."
Claire Patron ran her hands all over my mother's naked body, touching her everywhere and savoring the fact that my mother's private parts were no longer private. Then, once she had my mother panting and moving her hips in an undignified, libidinous manner, Claire walked over and placed her hands on my helpless, naked body.
"Your daughter is very attractive, Ingrid," Mr. Patron said to my mother as she cupped my breasts in both hands and lifted them up as if weighing them. "I'm going to enjoy violating her naked body."
Mrs. Patron pushed my breasts into my body, flattening them out. Then she kneaded them like bread dough. It was almost as if she were testing them for resiliency. I moaned as she located my stiff, sensitive nipples and rubbed her thumbs across them, making every nerve react, sending millions of tingles throughout my body.
"The sounds she makes when I toy with her nipples is adorable. I intend to make her make that sound again and again. It's music to my ears."
"
Aaahhh, aaaaahhhhh, aaaaahhhhh,"
I gasped as Mrs. Patron played with my breasts. Her eyes locked with mine as her hands explored my defenseless body. Her touch became bolder. My traitorous nipples reacted, swelling, engorging with hot blood. Becoming so sensitive that their aching almost made me scream.
Claire Patron grinned broadly as her fingertips gathered up my areolae, pinching the sensitive tissues gently against the sides of my nipples, beginning a soft squeezing, tugging, rolling action. It was obvious that I had become sexually excited. Even though I was embarrassed for my mother to be a witness to it, I was moaning and squirming in libidinous passion.
Then Mrs. Patron released her hold on my nipples and smoothed her hands across my ribcage, across the taut muscles of my abdomen. She ran her hands across my collarbone, my shoulders, my arms, my ass, my ankles, my calves and pretty much every inch of my helpless naked body, like a blind woman who couldn't know the shape of my body unless she felt it with her fingertips.
"
Aaahhh, aaahhh. Oh!"
Every touch of her fingers sent tingles cascading throughout my body, heightening my feelings of sexual need. She ran her hands all over my naked body, feeling the smoothness of my skin, feeling the firmness of my muscles, feeling my thighs, my calves and my buttocks. She spent a great deal of time fondling my buttocks. She palmed each individual buttock, felt it, squeezed it, traced her fingers across the swell where the underside of my buttocks met up with the tops of my thighs, and she even forced her fingers into the tight furrow between and lightly grazed my anus with her fingertips.
"
Ohhhhh!"
I have something of a phobia about being touched there, but the way I was bound there was nothing I could do to stop her. She could touch me anywhere she wished, probe me, pinch me, finger me and I just had to hang there in my naked bondage and endure.
"
Mrs. Patron!"
I screamed in protest as my tight, delicate orifice was violated. She ignored my protests, but eventually moved on, touching every other intimate part of my young, naked body as well.
By the time she stopped her hands had touched me everywhere, found my most sensitive nerve endings and left me in sexual frustration. My nipples were agonizingly hard, and my sex throbbed with hungry spasms. I thrust my pelvis forward in a shamelessly slutty gesture, begging for her to touch me again and bring me to orgasm.
"I don't intend to bring you naked slaves to orgasm," Mrs. Patron said as she walked away from me and selected a wicked, slender whip from the far wall. "I just want you good and hot before we begin."
I flinched at the sight of the whip. I could tell just by looking at it that it would sting fiercely. Looking over at my mother, I could see her eyes widen and she began to squirm as we both awaited the inevitable.
I wished there was something I could do or say to comfort my mother, but before I could think of anything, I felt Mrs. Patron's wicked whip slash across the back of my right thigh. The whip stung like liquid fire across my innocent flesh, and I screamed inarticulately.
Traditionally a girl is whipped across her back, but my neighbor mainly whipped me across my buttocks and my legs. I recoiled and kicked and tried not to scream, but remaining silent when you're whipped is a herculean task and soon I was screaming with every stinging blow.
"I've long admired your daughter's impressive boobs, Ingrid," Mrs. Patron said to my mother as paused and gave me a chance to catch my breath. "And with her arms raised up so high, they're brazenly sticking out and making such inviting targets. Maybe I should whip them too."
