Melissa started walking toward the building as soon as she heard the plane. It was still a long ways off, and she actually heard it before she saw it. Ron told her to make her way back when she saw it, and she was. She walked slowly, both out of apprehension and the fact that every step brought her another vibration to her already sensitive clitoris.
Ron had told her that morning that there would be a group of three coming in after lunch. This group, three men, had a long weekend at the resort. They would be here for 3 days. Two and a half, really, since they were to get here today early afternoon and leave Sunday evening. She was more than a little nervous about it.
She fingered her bracelets as she walked. The smooth, soft leather fit snugly, but not tightly, on each wrist and ankle. The tan she was developing did not reach beneath the bracelets, so there was the beginning of a white band around each wrist and each ankle. It had been almost two weeks since she arrived. Her piercings had pretty much healed. The movement of the rings tugged slightly at her nipples and her clit when she walked, providing her a constant reminder of her sex whenever she moved, but she was getting used to that. A week after she had been pierced, Ron had added two strands of miniature ben-wha balls to the ring in her clit. Movement made them vibrate like tiny bells, and the way they were hanging, they also touched one another, creating even more vibrations. Every step she made, most any movement she made, really, thus stimulated her clit. That she had not gotten used to. The weight of them was hard to get used to, but the vibration was very stimulating and very distracting. Plus, she had worn a butt plug most of the day for nearly two weeks as well. Her nipples, clit, and ass, were all constantly stimulated. Everything sexual except her vagina and that was usually slick with moisture. It was hard for her to know how much all of that contributed to her feeling more sexually aroused than she used to be, since being naked all the time was clearly part of it, too. That and the fact that Ron used her at least once a day. In any case, she found herself just thinking about sex almost all the time. Sex was everywhere, which was quite different than it used to be two weeks ago. She had pretty mixed feelings about it.
She had been exercising daily, and felt better physically than she could remember. She ran on the beach some, laid out on the sand other times, sat in the shade and read other times yet. She had been training with a long flexible dildo, working it down her throat until she could do so without any gaging at all, really. She had even gotten so that she could fit Ron's sizable member all the way down her throat if she really tried.
So far the only sexual duties she performed were with Ron, but that was usually as good for her as it was for him, best she could tell. Life was actually as pleasant as she had ever experienced. More pleasant in most respects, actually. She was very nervous now, though, not knowing exactly what to expect with her first real clients. They would be here very soon, and she would then know for sure what it meant to be a sexual plaything.
She had showered and shaved this morning, as usual. She had also used an enema, per Ron's instructions, after she had used the bathroom. It felt strange to do that, but she knew why without being told. There was little likelihood that someone would not be sticking something up her ass in the next few days. She had given a good deal of thought about that over the last couple weeks. When she first accepted her job description, her experience with men was pretty limited. She had just assumed that all men were about the same, as far as their penises went, anyway. Her first clue that she might be mistaken about that was when she had fellated Mr. Stewart, but she had met that challenge with some success. After she had been butt-fucked by Mr. Thantos, however, she really began to worry. She was quite sore for the next couple of days afterwards and she was really worried that she would be in pain all the time if there were men who wanted to use her that way. And she was assured some would.
She had talked to Ron about her concerns. The phallus he had used to pin her to the table he pierced her on had been pretty skinny, and not so painful, but even that was hard for her. He had given her butt-plugs to insert into her anus to help her accommodate things up her ass without such pain, and she had worn increasingly larger ones much of the time. It still hurt when something first entered her, but now that did not last a long time, and she had learned that if she was able to relax sooner, the pain went away sooner. The part of it that was actually more difficult for her was the fact that when something did enter her that way, she found it hard to breathe. The longer the cock and the further into her it went, the more difficulty she had catching her breath. It was as though she were paralyzed. She had to force herself to breathe. The sensation of having something prodding her insides like that was still a surprise to her every time. Note to self: breathe.
When she reached Ron, he asked her to turn around, and when she did, he clipped a short leather strap on each wrist, behind her back. It was less than a foot long, and prevented her from moving her arms in front of her, though there was some slack behind. The strap crossed right below the small of her back. If she moved her arms as far forward as they would go, they would be tight against her sides.
"OK, off to the playroom," said Ron, as he walked off.
Melissa followed him down a hallway to the playroom, where she saw that the wishbone had been moved to the center of the room. She approached it and Ron turned her so that her behind was in the crotch of the "Y," and he helped her up onto it to sit, since she had to be on her tip-toes to get up on it. Once she was seated her feet were off the floor and she was balanced on the padded surface, Ron walked around to one side and helped her lean back so that her torso was on the stem of the "Y." Her arms were now beside her and immobile. Her legs were dangling somewhat uncomfortably, but Ron moved around, lifted them, and spread them so that each was on one branch of the "Y." He pulled her forwards so that her butt was only partly on the padding, and clipped the D-rings on her ankle bracelets to something at the ends of each branch. He then adjusted the legs to a wider angle, as wide as they could go, nearly to the point of discomfort. Then he raised the branches so that her legs were pulled nearly vertical. He then walked over to her sides, and clipped each wrist bracelet to something at the sides of the apparatus. Her arms were then pulled towards the outside until the strap beneath her was tight. She could not move her arms at all and could not move her legs at all. She could lift her head and arch her back some, but essentially could not move. Her breasts jutted up and slightly over to the sides.
Ron walked over to her exposed sex, and teased the lips apart. He stroked her slit and pinched her clitoris. Melissa jumped, as much as she could, and gasped as he continued to play with her. She felt as exposed as she ever had, and yet she was beginning to become aroused. So quickly! She was ashamed of herself, and yet she could do nothing about it. Her vagina started to weep little droplets of moisture, and her nether lips began to puff up and swell. Ron took each lip in his hands and pulled them apart, causing her to feel that much more exposed. He ran his finger back and forth across her clitoris, and it swelled and seemed to take on a life of its own, sending electric shocks throughout her body. Suddenly, he stopped. "Well, they will be here shortly." He walked around her toward the door, stopping to pinch her stiff nipples. "Don't go away" he said and walked out the door, closing it behind himself.
Melissa was alone, her sex wet, swollen, spread wide and hungry. And she could not move or touch it. Melissa looked around the room, noting the leather chairs and ottoman, and the leather couches. There was a fireplace there, though it was not lit. There was a bar that she could see if she lifted her head and looked down between her legs. The door was behind her head, and that was the one area she could hardly see at all. There were bookshelves on one wall to her right, with what seemed to be a fair number of books. There was another door, larger than the one she entered, but it had a chair in front of it, and was clearly not often used.
She found herself becoming more anxious as she waited. Her vulnerability was profoundly apparent to her. She wanted to close her legs, and to cover her breasts. Anyone could walk in and could do whatever they wanted to her. Which was a silly thing to be worried about. That is exactly what would happen. She did not think she was in any particular danger, but the feelings were another matter. She was totally helpless and totally exposed. And all she could do was wait.
It was about a half an hour before anyone came into the room. It seemed like much longer than that. She had long since gone from wishing no one would come in to wanting them to do so just so that the waiting was over. Whatever was going to happen might as well happen. She could do nothing about it anyway. Her arousal had cooled some, as had her vagina, exposed to the air. Her lips were not so swollen, but she was still gaping wide. She was still quite moist as well.
