The OPS had a thing called 'Family Weekend.' On Family Weekends the slaves were excused from their official duties for two days if their parents came to visit. The Sacramento office had one Family Weekend each year. I'm not sure if other OPS field offices followed the same tradition, but in any case, I wasn't told about any of this until a couple of days beforehand. No surprise there.
What surprised me was to hear that during Family Weekend, the slaves have permission to engage in sexual activities with the other slaves. At a quick glance, this seems like a very benevolent act, giving the slaves two days off, not just from humiliating and often uncomfortable official duties, but also from the just-shy-of-unbearable sexual frustration.
However, under scrutiny, Family Weekend rapidly begins to look like yet another way to subject the slaves to humiliation and suffering.
Since, there's a twist. On Family Weekend, slaves are permitted to have sex with other slaves only if their parents watch.
OPS slaves are young men and women who have been robbed of their dignity, but they still have enough self-respect that they won't get impaled on someone's cock or have their genitals licked with Mom or Dad watching. So, we're surrounded by some of the most gorgeous men and women on the planet with their naked bodies deliciously on display, knowing full well we have permission to do all sorts of deliciously naughty things with them, but we engage in agonizing self-restraint, because we don't want to see the looks of horror and disapproval on the faces of our mothers and fathers.
Another cruel thing about parent's day is that visiting parents who have a grudge or unresolved issues with their children can request that their son or daughter be whipped or paddled or strapped while they watch. It was rare for a visiting parent to take advantage of this option, but merely knowing that they had the power to do so was a source of potent anxiety for many of the slaves in the building.
On the first day of Family Weekend, I was escorted down a series of corridors and into the multi-purpose room. Other slaves were being made to walk down the same corridors towards the same destination, and I became part of an impressive river of slave's bodies, naked tits and cocks bouncing as we were marched forward.
Within a few minutes all the Sacramento OPS slaves were crowded into the same room. It was unusual for all the slaves to be together in the same place like this, with good reason. It felt like a sexual tinderbox.
All those perfect, naked bodies on display, close enough to touch. My heart hammered in my chest, my head was reeling, and I felt a soft wet pulse in my sex. We'd been given orders not to touch the other slaves, but it was a struggle to obey.
The room thrummed with sexual energy. There were so many beautiful faces, so many kissable mouths, so many delicious curves, so many perfectly shaped buttocks, delicious abs, plump, glistening pubic lips, I just wanted to rub my body up against someone, kiss someone or lay my hands on them.
At least four of the slaves had already been unable to keep their hands to themselves. Their infractions were observed, and they were soundly spanked and then handcuffed to help prevent further violations of the rules.
A female slave named Danni inched closer to me. "My mother will never show up," she commented sadly. "She's in deep denial about me being a slave. She's been telling all her friends that I'm backpacking across Europe."
A brunette slave, Katya or Katerina, or something like that, sidled over. She stood close to Danni and bemoaned that it was emotionally exhausting being judged by 'normal' people who had no idea what it was like to be a naked sex slave in the clutches of the OPS.
"When parents come to visit, it seems like I'm constantly getting looks from people who see me as some sort of shameless slut. I just want to scream at them. It wasn't
my choice
to be constantly naked and used to sexually gratify other people's desires! I was
forced
to live my life like this!"
A slave named Lexi stood behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. I trembled at her touch. It wasn't sexual, but we slaves are conditioned to be in a state of constant sexual tension. Her naked body so close to mine triggered my libido like her casual touch was some sort of intimate sex act.
"My mother will definitely be here today," Lexi informed me. "And when she sees the whip marks all over my backside, she's going to freak."
On a typical day, slaves were proud of the welts, handprints and marks left on their buttocks from the paddle and the strap, but Family Weekends were not typical days.
And while the physical contact of Lexi's hands on my body wasn't intended to be sexual it still violated the rules that had been set down for us. Luckily, the security guards overlooked Lexi's indiscretion. I suppose they judged that her hands on my shoulders as she leaned into me wasn't a big enough violation of the rules for them to bother getting involved.
"I hadn't even thought about that," I replied softly. I had whip marks on both my buttocks and my breasts, I reflected. They had faded somewhat but they were still quite visible. And I imagined my mother would make a huge deal out of them if she saw them.
"My mother will be here today too," said Daniel nervously as he joined the conversation. "This will be the first time she's seen me since I became a sex slave. It's going to be awkward."
Daniel trembled as he spoke of his mother seeing him like this, and I sympathized with his situation. In addition to being naked, all of the male slaves were wearing cock and ball harnesses, guaranteeing that their cocks would remain hard and erect. And to add to their humiliation, most of them had anal plugs lodged inside of them, with electric motors that would vibrate at random intervals at random intensities.
So not only would visiting family members see them sporting a continuous erection, but their cocks would twitch and squirm whenever the plugs inside of them stimulated their prostate glands with an ample degree of fierceness.
I agreed with Daniel that it would be awkward for any boy to be seen by his mother while being so sexually objectified.
I stared at Daniel's naked body a little too long. He was lithe and athletic looking, with a boyishly cute face, thick, wavy hair, pouty lips, sculpted abs, a firm toned ass, dancer's legs, and a cock that was long and impressively thick.
Of course, when I turned my gaze away from his tempting, delicious body, it inevitably landed on another naked slave's anatomy, and I began the process of staring fixedly once again.
This time it was a female slave. Her name was Josephine. She was one of the newest arrivals, but she had already garnered a lot of attention. She was about my height, had long, sleek, silky red hair, a cute, girlish face and a body that was athletic, firm and sexy.
She noticed me staring, and she stared right back.
Sometimes I forget how beautiful I am. It wasn't that long ago that I was a flat-chested bespectacled nerd. It was only after I had summoned a Pagan goddess that my looks had changed.
"My mother will be here, I'm sure," Josephine said as her gaze drifted from my face to my naked body and back to my face again. "She thinks that my getting chosen to become a slave is one of the best things that could have happened to me."
"What?"
