Princess Felicity

Princess Felicity

by captv8td

Chapter 7

Felicity had not been completely unbound for three days.  Usually, Liv locked her hands behind her back, which made her almost helpless and required that Liv help her with most of her functions, including eating, bathing and going to the bathroom.  Ad first, Felicity had difficulty with this arrangement.  But after a couple of days of relieving herself in front of an audience of one and having Liv wipe her clean, she finally became more accustomed to it.

On some occasions, her hands were locked in front of her.  This gave her more capabilities to use her hands but it was always accompanied by additional bondage.  Sometimes her ankles would be hobbled together.  Other times, she would wear a collar that was padlocked around her neck and fastened to the floor with a long chain.  It allowed her to move around but escape would have been impossible.

Liv had continued to give her unwanted orgasms, although they were less unwanted than before.  Several times a day, Felicity would be secured in some manner and played with.  One time, it was spread eagle on the bed.  Another time, it was tied to a tree.  Yet another time, she was bent over a table.  Each time, it was different but each time, she experienced more powerful orgasms than she had ever felt in her life.

The domestic help was a shock to her on her second day of slavery.  She had remained naked since Liv had claimed her and so she was naked when the housekeeper found her.

“Hello, Miss,” Felicity heard.  She shrieked and turned her back quickly to protect what little modesty she could.  “I’m sorry, Miss.  I didn’t mean to startle you, but I have to clean in here.”

“Oh god,” groaned Felicity.  “Please go away.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” corrected Liv as she stepped into the room.  “You’ll just have to work around my pet.”

“Yes, Miss,” responded the housekeeper as she set her cleaning supplies on the floor.  “Thank you.”

“Be a good girl,” warned Liv as she patted Felicity’s bottom and then left the room.  Felicity remained standing with her back to the housekeeper and had to keep turning as the other woman worked her way around the room.

“You are very beautiful,” observed the housekeeper.

“Thank you,” muttered Felicity.  “But don’t you find it odd that I am locked up?”

“No, Miss,” replied the other woman.  “Many people own slaves here, although none are as beautiful as you.”

“Thank you,” blushed Felicity.  “But are there really that many slaves?”

“Oh yes,” said the housekeeper.  “Many.  My name is Dahlia, by the way.”  She stepped in front of Felicity and extended her hand.  Again, Felicity blushed as she motioned to shake the hand and found both hands traveling together.  This was one of those times when her hands were bound in front of her and her collar was fastened to the floor by way of a long chain.

“My name is Felicity.”

“That’s a beautiful name.  I’m very pleased to meet you,” smiled Dahlia.  “There is a well known resort here that caters to the master/slave lifestyle.  They were never sure if they would get into trouble with the law.  So they worked with the government to create a law that allows someone to be enslaved as long as they agreed up front.”

“I see,” nodded Felicity as she wondered what she had told Liv that constituted agreement.  Now that Dahlia was standing in front of her, she had an opportunity to look at the maid.  She was beautiful with dark-complected olive skin and enchanting almond-shaped brown eyes.  But it was her smile that Felicity most noticed.  It was warm and disarming which was probably why Felicity had not raised her arms to cover her nudity.  “How long are people enslaved?”

“Oh, that’s up to the slave and the master.  It can be just a day or it could be a lifeitime.  Most are probably enslaved for just a couple of weeks.”

“Were you ever a slave?” asked Felicity.

“Oh yes!!” responded Dahlia cheerily. “It was delicious both times.”

“You did it twice?”

“Oh yes,” she smiled brightly with her eyes twinkling.  “And I will do it again if I ever find the right master.”

Felicity shook her head in confusion.  This was definitely going to take some getting used to.  “How long were you a slave?  And was it the same owner?”

“Two different owners.  Very different.  And it was for two weeks each time.  The first time was with a master.  He kept me locked up the entire time and used me mostly for sex.  But it was good sex.  The other was a couple.  He was very handsome with the biggest cock I could imagine.  She was very beautiful.  In fact, I always thought she had the most beautiful breasts in the world until I met you.”  She paused and reached out with one hand to lift Felicity’s left breast in her splayed fingers.  “You are just so magnificent.”

Maybe the full day of slavery and enforced nudity had desensitized her, Felicity thought.  A couple of days earlier, she would have shrunk away or maybe even slapped the girl.  Now, however, she just stood still as the girl lifted her breast and ran her fingers over the flesh.

“They used me for sex, of course,” Dahlia went on.  “But they used me for so much more.  I was displayed to others… even shared with others.  I was used as entertainment at their parties and once I was even used as furniture.  I was a footstool for the master while he read one night.  It was just so exciting.  I’m getting tingly just thinking about it.”

At first, Felicity did not respond.  This was all so confusing that she didn’t know what to say.  But then she found her voice.  “Well, you are very beautiful.  I can understand why anyone would want to own you.”  Did those words really come out of her mouth, she wondered.

“Thank you,” Dahlia smiled brightly and leaned forward to kiss Felicity on the cheek.  “You are so kind.”

Felicity opened her mouth to speak but was cut short as Liv reentered the room.  “What do you think of my new toy?”

“She’s delightful, Miss,” chirped Dahlia.  “You have chosen well.  May I play with her some time?”

Liv smiled.  “Of course you may, Dahlia.  But it will probably cost you.”

“Oh,” sighed a crestfallen Dahlia.  “I don’t have much money.”

Liv chuckled.  “I wasn’t thinking of money.  You have other assets with which to barter.”

“Oooooo,” squealed an excited housekeeper.  “I would be happy to trade.”

Again, Felicity shook her head in disbelief.  She wasn’t sure if she understood the exchange.  But if she heard it right, she had just witnessed Dahlia agreeing to become Liv’s slave in order to be able to play with her.  This certainly was a different kind of place.  Well, at least Dahlia did say that she enjoyed being a slavegirl.

“In the meantime, why don’t you finish your work au naturel?  It will give me an opportunity to appraise a potential acquisition.”

“Yes, Miss,” giggled Dahlia as she whipped off her sarong and tossed it onto a chair.  No further disrobing was necessary since she had been naked under the sarong.

“Very nice,” smiled Liv as she slowly circled the housekeeper.  “What do you think, Felicity?”

“I think she is gorgeous,” Felicity responded truthfully.  And she was gorgeous.  She was a trim svelte little package with lovely curves and compact little breasts with pronounced and very stiff nipples.  Dahlia finished the day without a stitch of clothing and immediately stripped when she showed up for work the following day.

The gardener was another story entirely.  After her initial encounter with Dahlia, Liv told Felicity to take some lemonade to the gardener.  Felicity just stared at Liv, dumbfounded, before saying, “You are kidding, right?”

“Of course not.  It’s hot out there.  I’m sure he would appreciate it.”

“Liv, I can’t do that!” Felicity protested.  But when Liv picked up the spatula, Felicity quickly agreed.  “Okay, okay!  I’ll do it.  Just don’t hit me again, please.”

Liv smiled and gave a nipple a tweak.  “Good girl.”  Felicity’s chain was removed and she was hobbled again before Liv sent her on her way to the garden.  She had to concentrate on her short steps to make sure she did not fall but was successfully able to negotiate her way to the gardener.

“Would you care for some lemonade?” she asked bashfully.

“Well would you look at that?” replied the man as he stood up.  “An angel has come to save me from the heat.”

Felicity blushed but held out the glass for him.  He was a big man, tall with broad shoulders.  He wore jeans and boots but was bare-chested, letting Felicity see his finely carved torso.  And he was black.  Felicity cast her eyes down as soon as he took the glass and wished that the ground would swallow her up.

“You are a sight for these sore eyes.  I could feast my eyes on you all day.  But that would only heat me up instead of cooling me down.”

Felicity kept her eyes on the ground in front of her and remained silent.

“Do you have a name?”

“Felicity, Sir,” she replied.

“Mine is Maxwell,” he went on.  He asked her age and how long she had been owned.  When she told him that it had only been for a day, he laughed.  “A day, huh?  Well you must still have butterflies in your stomach.  They all are so excited in the beginning.”

Liv showed up again and wrapped her arm around Felicity’s waist.  “What do you think about my latest acquisition, Maxwell?”

“Beautiful,” he replied.  “Truly an angel.”

“Yes she is,” Liv smiled.  “An angel.  And I might share her with you on special occasions.”

“That would be very kind of you, Ma’am.  I do have a birthday coming up in a couple of weeks.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Maxwell.  Now I have to get my pet out of the sun.”  Liv guided Felicity back toward the house and Felicity once again felt her head spinning.  So far today, she was not only owned by one person but had been offered to two others.

That was two days ago.  Since that time, Dahlia had been the naked housekeeper and tried to spend as much time as possible in whichever room Felicity was bound.  Maxwell received his lemonade several times a day and always enjoyed the sight of the naked slavegirl walking across the lawn with very short steps.

It was the third day of her slavery that Dahlia and Liv struck a deal.  Felicity never knew the exact details of the deal but she found herself being the sexual plaything of the housekeeper that night.  It was the first time that she ever gave an orgasm to another woman and learned how to do it with fingers, vibrator and tongue.  Dahlia was insatiable and an exhausted Felicity slept until almost noon the next day.

Chapter 8

On day four of her slavery, she met her master.  James arrived home in mid afternoon and discovered that he owned a new piece of property.  He and Liv had frequently talked in the past about experimenting with slavery.  And Liv had hinted that her girlfriend, Felicity, would make a beautiful slavegirl.  But he did not expect Liv to go through with it.  But a naked, kneeling female form met him in the living room when he got home.

Liv was sitting in a chair with Felicity kneeling in the center of the room in front of her.  Once again, Felicity wore a collar and a slender gold chain stretched from her neck to Liv’s hand.  Her wrists were secured behind her back and she was blushing furiously as James stepped into the room.

“My, my.  What have we here?” he asked.  “Have you been shopping, dear?”

Liz laughed.  “No shopping, love.  I captured this one.”

James approached Felicity who was staring at the floor in front of her.  He slowly circled her and accepted the leash from Liv when she held it out for him.  He moved back in front of Felicity and smiled.  “Stand.”

Felicity arose as gracefully as she could but it was awkward without the full use of her hands.  She stood in front of James but kept her eyes cast down.

“You have very good taste, my dear.  And tell me, does she taste good?”

“Delicious,” replied Liv.  “Simply delicious.”

“And does she think that you are delicious as well?”

“She has not tasted me yet,” said Liv.  I wanted to wait until you were home.  But I did loan her out so she could get some experience.”

“Really?”

“Well, loaning is not exactly the right word.  I bartered her body for a gift.  I’ll tell you all about it later.”

Once again, James slowly circled Felicity.  This time, his fingers glided over her naked flesh as he enjoyed her nudity.  “If all of your friends are this beautiful, you should host a reunion.  We could start a harem.”

When he got back in front of Felicity, he lifted her chin so that he could look into her eyes.  “Felicity, how are you finding slavery?”

“Embarrassing,” replied Felicity.  “Uncomfortable, humiliating, degrading and embarrassing.”

“I see.  So there is nothing about it that you enjoy?”

Felicity felt herself blush more deeply at the question. She averted her eyes but James gripped her chin to hold her gaze.  “Answer me,” he commanded.

“It is sometimes exciting,” she responded.

“Oh.  Only sometimes?  Is now exciting?”

“No,” she whispered.

He reached out with his other hand and swiped a finger between her legs, bringing it up to her eyes.  Felicity closed her eyes when she saw the very shiny finger giving evidence to her arousal.

“Open your eyes, little one,” he instructed.

Again, she opened her eyes only to find the glistening digit still there.  Again, her body had betrayed her and she felt like she wanted to die.  Her entire image of herself was being torn away from her.  She thought of herself as independent and ambitious.  But her body was reveling in being totally dependent and seemed to love that her only current ambition in life was to please her owners.

“It seems that you must enjoy it at least a little bit.”

“I can’t explain it, James.  I really can’t.”

“Master would be fine.  And she is Mistress.”

Felicity nodded her head in defeat.  This was rewarded by a quick slap to her cheek that caused her to cry out in surprise.

”Acknowledge,” he commanded as he gripped her chin again.

“Yes, Master.  I understand.”

“Good girl,” he smiled.  “Now, open your mouth.  She obeyed and he slowly inserted the shiny finger, rubbing it and rolling on her tongue.  “I think that you will agree that this is proof that you enjoy being our slave.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied after he removed his finger.  He then led her to a coffee table and instructed her to kneel on it.  He unfastened the cuffs and then took the chair next to Liv.

“I want you to entertain us.”

“How?” asked Felicity.  Then she quickly corrected herself when she saw the frown on James’ face.  “How, Master?”

“Masturbate.  Play with yourself.  Entertain us.”

“Oh god,” muttered Felicity.  This was the most humiliating thing yet and she wasn’t even sure she could do it.  Reluctantly, she moved a hand between her thighs and started to rub her sex with her fingers.

“Play with your breasts.  Give us a show,” he said.  Felicity raised her other hand and cupped a breast, squeezing it lightly.  Again, she closed her eyes as shame overwhelmed her.

“Look at your master and mistress,” he commanded.  His tone was not harsh but caused her to jump slightly anyways.  She knew that her blush deepened as she opened her eyes and wondered if it was possible to turn any redder than she already was.  She looked first at James and saw him studying her intently with his eyes shifting from her sex to her breasts to her eyes and then back again.  She looked at Liv and saw her eyes gazing back directly into her own as she smiled.

“Exquisite little beast,” remarked James as he reached over and took Liv’s hand in his.  “I’m looking forward to owning her.”

The two dominants continued to talk as they held hands and watched the lewd show.  They talked about every aspect of the slave’s body, remarking on its exquisite shape or color or firmness.  Felicity f elt more and more shame as the conversation went on but also felt her arousal growing.  She knew she had to escape before the pair could turn her into a wanton sex toy.  And she realized that she was free from bondage for the first time since being captured four days earlier.  She was wearing cuffs but they were not attached together.  But she also realized that she would not be able to get away.  They would be too fast for her.  Besides, even if she did get away, how far could a naked girl wearing cuffs get in this crazy land where slavery appeared to be legal.

“Come in, Dahlia,” called Liv.  “Enjoy the show.”

Dahlia, who had been standing just outside of the room watching Felicity’s performance, stepped into the living room and took a seat.  “Thank you, Miss.”

“Don’t worry about Dahlia, dear,” Liv said to her husband.  “She knows all about Felicity.  You can do whatever you want in her presence.  In fact, she has even sampled our tender little morsel.”

“Oh, has she?” asked James as he turned toward Dahlia with a raised eyebrow.  “And did you find our slave pleasing?”

“Very much, Sir,” nodded Dahlia.  “She is quite beautiful and very talented.”

“Let’s see how talented she is.”  He arose from his chair and walked to the coffee table, unzipping his pants on the way.  It was clear that he was enjoying the show because, when he presented his cock to Felicity, it was almost hard already.  “I assume that you know what to do with one of these?” he said as he held it before her lips.

“Yes,” she whispered.  “I mean yes, Master.”  She reluctantly parted her lips and watched as he inched forward, sliding his member into her mouth.  It was wide but not so wide that she had to stretch her lips to accommodate it.  But it was very long and she could only take part of it in.  He did not force himself into her, deciding that she could learn to take all of him at a later time.  Instead, he let her work at her own speed and watched as her lips moved up and down his shaft.

Liv looked to Dahlia and patted her lap.  Dahlia smiled and arose, crossing the floor and then settling herself into her employer’s lap.  Liv gave the girl a hug and then slid a                   hand under the sarong to caress and squeeze the soft flesh.

Felicity worked hard to elicit an orgasm from James, trying to end this humiliating episode.  She reached up with one hand and gripped the base of his shaft, pumping the section that did not fit into her mouth.  With her other hand, she held and lightly squeezed his balls, rolling them gently back and forth.  While she had been a virgin when it came to sex with women before she arrived, she knew her way around male genitalia.   But, despite her best efforts, she was not able to bring James to a climax.

“She has done a very nice job of preparing me, Love.  But I think that I want to give you my gift this time.  After all, I have been away almost a whole week.”

Dahlia quickly scrambled out of the lap, losing her sarong in the process as James extracted himself and moved toward his wife.  He shed his clothes as Liv quickly peeled off her shorts and t-shirt.  Then he positioned his cock at Liv’s sex and, with one thrust, entered her, eliciting a moan from her.  “Go back to your show, Felicity.”

Felicity groaned as she heard the command but dutifully sent one hand to her sex and the other to a breast to resume the obscene entertainment.  She watched the husband impaling his wife and saw the beautiful maid move behind the chair.  Dahlia reached down and claimed the large breasts in her hands, squeezing them and rubbing them, and placed her lips on Liv’s whenever James was not kissing her.  The coupling lasted for at least fifteen minutes and both bodies were glistening by the time Felicity heard the dual groans.  Both bodies stiffened and the slave knew that they had climaxed together.

“You may cum now, girl,” instructed James as he slipped out of his wife and sat back down in a chair.  Bu this time, Felicity was a bundle of sexual energy.  The combination of the erotic scene before her and the actions of her fingers and hands had brought her close to orgasm.  It took only a few more strokes to her clit to send her over the edge.

“Quite acceptable,” remarked James.  Felicity was now kneeling between the two owners who had put their clothes back on.  Even Dahlia was once again wrapped in her floral sarong, leaving Felicity alone in her nudity.  Dahlia thanked the two owners and then returned to her duties.

“I did not realize that Dahlia was so attractive,” remarked James after the housekeeper had left the room.  “But you are always telling me how unobservant I am.”

That night, she slept between them in their bed.  James finally gave her “the gift of his seed,” and she finally made love to Liv with her tongue.  Then the couple fell asleep with Felicity wedged between them, leaving the slavegirl alone in her thoughts and wondering how she ever got into this mess.  And how she could possibly get out of the mess.

Chapter 9

A full week into her slavery, Felicity had still not adjusted to her current lot in life.  The sex was good; very good.  And the sex was frequent; very frequent.  And the sex was varied; very varied.  She was used by James at least twice a day.  Liv provided her with at least three orgasms each day.  And every other day, she was given to the insatiable Dahlia for several hours and she lost track of the number of times she climaxed.

She had sex in bed.  She had sex on the floor.  She had sex on the dining room table, the kitchen table and each of the coffee tables.  She had sex standing. She had sex suspended by her wrists.  She had sex in the pool.  There were probably other places, but she lost track of that too.

She had never before had so many orgasms.  And she had no idea that orgasms could be so powerful.  Her body, or at least her erogenous zones, loved her new role as a sexual plaything.

But despite all of the wonderful eroticisms, several things bothered her.  She was naked.  She had not worn a stitch of clothing since her capture and she couldn’t get fully comfortable with the constant enforced nudity.  It became especially troubling for her when she was exposed to someone new.  The maid and the gardener had witnessed her naked charms since her second day of captivity.  In the following days, so had the postman, the appliance repairman, the real estate agent and the delivery boy.  And over the weekend, James and Liv invited another couple to dinner and Felicity was on display.  While she was allowed to eat dinner at the table with the hosts and their guests, naked of course, she was placed kneeling on a pedestal after dinner as a sort of decorative piece. It was all very disconcerting.

Another thing that bothered her was the punishments.  Everyone makes mistakes and Felicity was no exception.  But now, when she made mistakes, they were always met with punishments, some of which were very cruel.  The couple had replaced the spatula with a variety of paddles, whips, clamps, and other cruel and devious devices.  On day, she dropped a plate in the sink.  Nothing broke.  There was no damage.  But for that mistake, she was tied spread eagle across the kitchen table so that Liv could punish her sex with a flogger.  The leather strands of the flogger stung a little bit but were not really painful.  But the humiliation of being treated this way was very painful to her.

On another occasion, she had been given five minutes to make James climax using only her lips and tongue.  It had taken over six minutes. The result was Felicity wearing two vicious clamps on her tender nipples for the next hour.

For another minor infraction, she ware a huge plug in her bottom for half the day.  “Relax, little one,” Liv had told her.  “You would have worn this anyways.  This is just training so that James can enjoy you there.”  Despite this news, Felicity still viewed it as cruel punishment and was sure that she would view it as punishment if or when James sodomized her.

Yet another reason that Felicity was ill at ease with her station in life was the uncertainty.  This was supposed to be a two week vacation.  It was already half over and she had no idea whether or not she would be released at the end of the two weeks.  The two owners always talked about their new property or their prized possession or their beautiful slave.  The words temporary or current were never used.  She knew that she could ask, but she was afraid of what the answer might be.

But the most important reason that she disliked being a slavegirl was that she liked it.  Despite all of the humiliation and punishment and uncertainty, she found herself liking it.  She got to explore all kinds of adventurous sex without guilt.  She was being forced to do these things, after all.

Today, she was simply hanging out.  Actually, she was just hanging.  She had been fastened inside a wooden frame with her arms and legs stretched outward toward the corners of the frame.  They had done a very good job of binding her because there was not an inch of slack in the ropes.  Her body was stretched tight as a drum.  And she was completely exposed and vulnerable, a state that Dahlia took advantage of frequently.  The housekeeper thrilled as she would stop by during her breaks to enjoy the slavegirl.  Nipples were sucked.  Felicity’s sex was kissed, licked, sucked and probed.  And even her bottom has been probed by the maid.

Currently, she had a banana embedded in her sex and she had been told not to let it drop or she would be punished.  The curve of the fruit made it easier to hold it in, but her growing arousal was working against her as she lubricated freely.

James and Liv had left for the afternoon but were expected home in time for dinner.  Felicity did not how long she had been bound or what time it was, but she felt that they should be arriving soon.

“It’s getting hot out there,” she heard the male voice coming from the kitchen.  “Oh my, oh my,” she heard as Maxwell stepped into the living room.  “A present all wrapped up for me.”

The gardener was shirtless and shoeless, as usual, and his baggy shorts soon started to look like a tent in front.  As Felicity watched, the shorts strained more and more.

“Gotta get me one of these slaves of my own,” he said as he reached out to grasp one of the breasts.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Maxwell,” warned Felicity.  “James and Liv should be back soon.”

“Hush now, baby,” replied Maxwell as his other hand claimed the other breast.  “I just want to use you a little.  It’s kind of like a tip for doing good work.”  He released the breasts for a moment and quickly dropped his shorts to his ankles, kicking them aside.  Felicity gasped when the very erect cock sprang into view, showing her the most massive penis she could imagine.  She protested some more, but to no avail.  The black man stepped closer and slipped the banana out, replacing it with his huge pole and causing Felicity to moan.  Despite its impressive size, it slid easily into the bound slavegirl, thanks to her constant state of arousal.

The coupling did not last long.  Maxwell pounded his shaft in and out of her for about ten minutes and then climaxed.  He withdrew and patted her cheek before going back outside to finish his work.  “Let’s do that again some time,” he said as he departed.

About ten minutes later, James and Liv returned home.  “You’re making a mess,” observed Liv.  A large puddle of sperm lay on the floor beneath Felicity and the black man’s seed continued to dribble out of her well used sex.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.  It’s not my fault.”

“Maxwell?” James asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“I wish I had been here to watch that,” commented James.  Felicity just looked at him in disbelief.  She had expected him to be upset that Maxwell had violated her.  At least he should be angry that Maxwell had used something of theirs without their permission.  But instead, he just regretted missing the action.