Princess Felicity

by captv8td

Felicity stepped off of the airplane and was immediately suffocated by the hot, humid air.  The weather had been below freezing when she left home, so her clothing did nothing to help her deal with the local temperature.  Fortunately, the walk to the terminal building was short and she was soon safe inside the cool building.

She had wanted a tropical paradise and she had sure gotten the tropical part, the thought.  The heat bordered on being oppressive but she knew that as soon as she changed into something more comfortable, she would enjoy her island getaway.  Two days earlier, Felicity had graduated from college.  She wanted to enjoy life for a month or so before starting her career so she jumped at the invitation to spend some time with her former roommate who now lived with her husband on a Caribbean island.

Felicity squealed in delight when she saw her friend, Liv, waiting for her near the baggage claim carousel.  They hugged each other excitedly and then hugged and kissed again.

“You look great!” exclaimed Felicity.  Liv had always been beautiful but now she glowed.  She stood almost six feet tall and her long blonde hair which had been bleached by the sun provided a wonderful accent to her almond-colored, tanned body.  She was dressed comfortably in a pair of white shorts, sandals, and a floral halter top that concealed her ample chest.

“You look hot,” replied Liv.  “Beautiful, but hot.  You are going to die of heat exhaustin if you wear that much longer.”

Felicity laughed and nodded.  “It was a little chilly this morning.”

Liv gave Felicity another hug and another kiss on the cheek.  “Well, I’m glad you are here.  We’ll have lots of fun together.”

The bags finally arrived and each girl carried one as they left the terminal.  As always, Felicity felt like a midget as they walked together.  Even though Felicity was average height at five feet four inches, Liv stood almost a whole head taller.

Felicity threw her blazer into the back of the car and got in.  The short walk had started her perspiring again and the heat inside the car, combined with the wool slacks she was wearing, quickly resulted in her clothes becoming damp and sticking to her body.

“You better get out of those pants,” warned Liv.  “The heat here can be dangerous if you aren’t properly dressed.”

“It’s  take me forever to find my shorts,” replied Felicity.  “I’ll just suffer.”

“Not while I’m in charge.  Forget about the shorts.  Just strip off those pants.”

“Liv!” gasped Felicity.  I’ll be half naked!”

“Look sweety,” said Liv as she furrowed her brow and peered at her friend.  “Unless you forgot your panties, you’ll still be wearing more than most around here.”

With a shrug of her shoulders, Felicity complied and hiked up in the car seat to slide her slacks off her hips.  She kicked them off and then threw them into the back seat to join the jacket.

“Unbutton your blouse too,” continued Liv.  “Let some air circulate.”

“When did you become such a task master?” asked Felicity.  Jeeeshh, I feel like a little kid.”  Felicity unbuttoned the blouse and tied the tails in front, forming a makeshift halter top of her own.

“You don’t have to worry about being mistaken for a little kid, Filly.  Not with these.”  Liv punctuated her comment by reaching over and giving one of Felicity’s breasts a playful squeeze.  “You filled out nicely in all the right places.”

“Hey!” shouted Felicity at the surprise intrusion.  “Have you gone lesbo on me?”

“Nah,” laughed Liv.  “Men are too much fun.”

“Well keep your hands off the merchandise!” cautioned Felicity as she adjusted herself in the seat.

“Hmmm, merchandise?” mused Liv.  “Are these for sale or something, Filly?”  Again, she reached over and gave the nearest breast a squeeze.

“Ha ha,” responded Felicity as she swatted the roaming hand away.  “Very funny.  No, they aren’t for sale.”

Even though everything had been in fun, Felicity felt uncomfortable about the experience.  While her breasts were not as large as Liv’s, they were ampler on her smaller frame.  In fact, they were so ample that she usually took great pains to conceal them through the use of loose sweaters and baggy blouses.  Now they were more on display and probably would remain so throughout her stay.

Everyone she knew called her either Felicity or Fel or Feli.  Live always had to stand out from the crowd in everything she did so she coined the nickname, Filly.  To this day, Liv was the only one who ever called her that.

“Too bad,” commented Liv as she returned her attention to the road.  “They would fetch a pretty price.  I would sure be in the bidding.”

“Liv, you are starting to scare me.”

Liv laughed again.  “Sorry.  I was just kidding.  Well, I was just kidding about me bidding on them.  I do think that they are beautiful and that you are priceless.  I’m just so excited that you are here.  Ever since you called, I have been looking forward to this visit.  I have all kinds of fun things planned for us.”

“Oh good,” said Felicity.  “What do you have planned?”

“Oh, lots of things,” replied Liv.  “But they will mostly be surprises.  You have worked hard and you deserve a break.  I’ll take over from here.  You don’t have to worry about a thing.  No decisions, no worries.  Just leave everything up to me.”

Oh,” smiled Felicity.  “Sounds kinda nice.”  She relaxed into the seat again and looked out the window.  “It’s beautiful here.”

“Yes it is.  We’ll get to explore a lot of it while you are here.”

They chatted and caught up on each other’s lives for the remainder of the short trip.  Liv was loving her life as an island girl.  She had married right out of college to James.  Within a year, his firm had transferred him to the Caribbean and the couple found a home and moved in.  All was perfect other than the frequent business trips that James had to take.  Currently, he was in London but was due back in a few days.

Liv finally steered the car off the road and down a narrow drive.  Palm trees and bright tropical flowers lined the path until they finally gave way to a spacious lawn.  Across the lawn, next to the beach, was a house.  It was a bright pink stucco structure, as was the apparent style on the island, but it was huge.  “Gosh, it’s a mansion,” exclaimed Felicity.

“It’s not exactly going native but it’s very comfortable,” smiled Liv.  “And very private.”

“I’ll help you with your bags and then we can go for a dip.”  Liv pulled the car up to the front of the house and the two girls got out.

“Eeeek!!!” cried Felicity.  “I can’t get out.  I’m almost naked!”

Liv chuckled.  “Don’t worry about it.  Nobody’s here at the moment.  Now come on before you start heating up again.”  They took the bags into the house and Liv showed Felicity to her room.  “I’ll give you a tour later.  Right now, why don’t you get comfortable and meet me out at the pool?”  Then she disappeared down the hallway.

Felicity looked around her room in amazement.  It was huge.  A large four poster bed stood against one wall between two sets of French doors.  On the other side of the doors, she saw a balcony with table and chairs.  She had her own private bath and a softly padded chaise.  It was all so opulent compared to what she was accustomed to.

She decided to unpack later and rooted around in her suitcase for a swimsuit.  She picked the jade green one-piece suit, liking the way it fit her and the way her long blonde tresses contrasted with it.  Tying her hair into a ponytail, she headed back downstairs to find Liv.

“Eeeeeek!!!” she squealed again as she stepped out onto the patio.  Liv was just getting out of the pool.  And she was naked!

“Oh, Liv, I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have snuck up on you.”

“Nonsense,” Liv replied with a smile.  “It’s your house too while you are here.  There’s no sneaking.”

“But you’re naked!”

“Of course I’m naked,” laughed Liv.  “I can’t let all this privacy go to waste.”

“Oh,” replied Felicity as she glanced down at her green suit.

“You wear or don’t wear whatever you want.  But I think you’ll enjoy getting an all over tan.”

Felicity blushed at the thought.  She looked up at Liv who was standing in front of her now.  Her eyes moved down the taller girl’s body and she saw that Liv did indeed have an all over tan.  There was no sign of a tan line anywhere on her friend’s body.  She felt her blush deepen as her eyes reached the top of Liv’s legs.  Where there used to be a full bush of blonde hair, only a thin strip of short hair remained.

“Do you like it?” asked Liv as she stroked a finger up and down over the little streak of hair.  “It makes me feel so wicked.”

Felicity quickly averted her eyes.  She silently cursed herself for letting herself be caught looking at her friend’s sex.  She had to admit, though, that it did look good.  It gave Liv a sleek and sexual appearance.  And it was a bit on the wild side.  Liv had always been a bit on the wild side.  In her senior year in college, her sorority sisters voted her “Most Likely to be a Stripper” because her uninhibited approach to life.

It seemed that Liv had continued her wild ways with her private adventures in nudity.  But if she led a wild lifestyle, it certainly had not detracted from her beauty.  She still glowed with almost an innocence about her and her body was even more remarkable than it had been in college.  Even her breasts agreed with her increased maturity.  They seemed slightly fuller and they completely defied gravity.  And each of them was capped by a pink and very stiff nipple.

“Ahhhh, I’ve embarrassed you,” cooed Liv.  “Poor little bashful one.  I’m sorry.”  She touched a finger under Felicity’s chin and turned her face back toward her, kissing her lightly on the lips.  “I’ll behave, Filly.  I promise.”

Felicity felt as if electricity shot through her at the caress of the lips.  She felt dizzy at the intimate touch and was afraid she might faint.  She and Liv were used to hugging and kissing but somehow, this kiss was different.

Liv finally gave Felicity room to breathe as she turned around and dove back into the water.  “Come on in.  It’s the best way to cool off.”

“Cooling off is just what I need,” thought the dizzy girl.  She wondered what was happening to her that could cause such a reaction in her.  She stepped to the edge of the pool and, without taking off her suit, dove in.

Chapter 2

Felicity pulled herself from the water and moved to one of the loungers.  She spread a towel and then spread herself across it, letting the hot sun beat down on her.  “I could get used to Paradise,” she thought as she closed her eyes.  She had only started to drift off when she heard a loud scraping noise.  She sat bolt upright only to see Liv dragging an umbrella over to Felicity’s chair.

“Olivia!” complained Felicity.  “What are you doing?  I was just trying to catch some sun.”

“You’ll burn up, Filly,” replied the naked friend.  “This sun can be very cruel.”

“But I have my tanning oil,” she said as she held up her bottle.

Liv took the bottle and read the label.  SPF 4?  You might as well barbeque yourself on the grill.  You would be crispy in no time at all if you used this.”

“Well, what do you suggest?” responded an annoyed Felicity.

“I suggest the shade,” said Liv, “or using some of my lotion.  It’s better suited for this sun.”

“Okay,” Felicity rolled her eyes.  “I’ll try yours.  I just can’t bear not taking advantage of this beautiful sun.”

“Now you’re making more sense.  Lie back down and I’ll spread it on you.”

Felicity laid back and Liv sat on the lounger beside her friend.  “So you are going with the tan lines look?”

“Oh,” blushed Felicity.  She really did want an all over tan but she also didn’t want to jeopardize her modesty.  “Hmmm.  So nobody ever comes here?”

“Oh sure people come here.  But they go to the front door.  And when the help is here, you will know it.  It really is very private here.”

“Okay, get rid of the umbrella.  I’ll join the nude movement and put on your industrial strength sun screen.”  She stood up and quickly pulled off her suit, not noticing the way Liv stared at her or hearing Liv suck in her breath at the beauty that was revealed.

“Good girl,” smiled Liv as she dragged the umbrella away.  “But I’m going to apply the lotion.  You might miss spots.”

“Oh,” sighed Felicity, knowing that she was going to lose this battle.

“So what would you like to do while you are here?” asked Liv as she started rubbing the lotion into Felicity’s feet and calves.  She lingered there, lovingly massaging her friend’s muscles, and took time to coat each toe individually.

“Nothing,” replied Felicity.  “Everything.  Anything.  Mmmmmm, that feels good.”

“Everything, huh?  And anything?  That sure includes a lot.”

“Well you know me.  You know what things I would like.  And you know what’s on your schedule.  I don’t want to intrude on your life.  And you know the island.  So you decide.  My vacation is in your hands.”

“Yes, I will decide.  You shouldn’t have to worry about decisions at all while you are here.  And don’t worry about intruding.  You’re not.  While you are here, you are my schedule.”  Liv’s hands moved up Felicity’s glorious thighs.  Although pale from lack of sunshine, the skin was beautiful and flawless.  And the flesh was supple and firm.

“Hold out your hand.  I want to give you some lotion.”

Felicity complied and Liv squirted some lotion into the open palm.  “What’s this for?”

“Well, you have been so jumpy and bashful, I thought you would prefer to do your sex.”

“Oh,” blushed Felicity.  “Yes, I suppose I should.  I’m sorry about being so inhibited.  I really wish I could break that.”  She rubbed the lotion into her pubic area as chastely as she could.

“I’ll make that a goal of mine for your visit… to break you of your inhibitions.”

“Thank you, Liv.  That would be wonderful.”

Liv smiled as she worked her way higher, letting her fingers glide over the taut, soft belly.  Felicity had essentially given Liv permission to do things that would make her less constrained and modest.  And she had put her vacations into Liv’s hands.  This was going to be perfect.

“Hold out your hand again.  I assume you want to do your breasts.”

“Oh,” replied Felicity.  “No, I suppose you should do them.  There’s no time like the present to get started.”

Liv leaned down to kiss Felicity before pouring more lotion into her palm.  She tried to hide her smile as she noticed the little shudder that rushed through the younger girl’s body.  It might take a little while, she thought, but this girl’s definitely ripe for the picking.  After she spread the lotion on her hands, she placed one palm on each of the beautiful breasts, pushing down and flattening them slightly against Felicity’s chest.  Then she used both hands on the left breast, gripping the breast at the base and sliding her slick fingers upward to coat the flesh.  She repeated this motion several times before shifting her attention to the right breast.

Felicity watched as the first breast was captured and then stroked in a milking motion.  She saw her nipple stiffen instantly and closed her eyes, ashamed of the way her body was reacting.  This was not like her at all.  She was a good girl.  And she was straight.   Why would her body all of a sudden betray her?  Felicity felt the delicate fingers encircle the right breast and knew that its nipple had instantly stood at attention.

Liv was definitely taking more time than she needed and Felicity debated whether or not to protest.  But she decided against it to prove to Liv and to herself that she could shed some inhibitions and act liberated.  But when she felt Liv’s soft lips kissing each of her nipples, her eyes flew wide open.

“Sorry,” grinned Liv.  “I couldn’t help myself.  They were just begging me to kiss them.”

Felicity rolled her eyes but did not say anything.  Liv moved on with her task and soon Felicity was coated and armed against the strong sun.  Liv went inside the house and Felicity started to doze.  A short time later, Felicity was awakened by the sound of the patio door sliding open.

“Okay, my turn,” announced the naked Liv as she laid down on her lounger.  She held out the bottle of lotion to her friend and smiled.  “Do me?”

Felicity nodded and stood up, moving to Liv’s chair where she sat down beside her.  As Liv had done, she started at the feet and spent time coating the toes, feet and lower leg.  Her coated hands kept moving up the body until most of both thighs were completed.

“Hold out your hand,” said Felicity.

“What for?” asked Liv.

“So I can squirt some lotion into it.”

“Oh, you go ahead and do it.  I just washed my hands.”

“Oh,” uttered Felicity, feeling her blush return.  She wasn’t sure that she could do it but she knew she would at least have to try.  She lotioned up her hand again and finished the upper thighs before pressing her slick palm over Liv’s sex.  Liv parted her legs further, giving Felicity a full view of her private parts and the blush deepened.  She moved her palm slowly up and down and used her fingers to coat the outer labia.

“Mmmm, that feels good.  Keep doing it.”

Felicity felt mortified as she realized she was essentially masturbating her friend.  She started to move her hand up to Liv’s belly but Liv caught her by the wrist and moved the hand back to her sex.

“A little longer,” instructed Liv.  Felicity reluctantly started moving her hand up and down over the mound, trying to avoid the petals that were now gaping open.  Liv knew what she wanted, though, and guided the hand until the palm was pressed against the opened labia, leaving the clit wedged between two of Felicity’s fingers.  Felicity watched, horrified, as Liv guided her hand in the motion she wanted and then lifted her hips to grind her sex against her friend’s palm.

Finally, Liv stiffened and let out a long audible sigh.  “Mmmmm, thank you.  You are the best.”

Felicity arose and staggered back to her lounge, collapsing in it and closing her eyes.  “Aren’t you going to finish me?” asked Liv.

“I think I just did,” groaned Felicity as she shook her head back and forth in disbelief.  “Besides, you can reach everything else now.”

“Party pooper,” pouted Liv as she lotioned up the rest of her front, lingering on her breasts to tease the nipples.  “You have to lighten up, Filly.  You are in the islands now.  Be happy.  Be beautiful.”

Chapter 3

“Oh that just won’t do,” frowned Liv.  “Follow me.”

Felicity had just emerged from her room after showering and getting dressed for dinner.  She had put on a white sleeveless blouse, a short navy skirt, and sandals.  Only the lightest amount of mascara had been applied before she went to the living room to join Liv.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” asked Felicity.  She thought that the outfit looked nice, especially with the little bit of color she had picked up by lying in the sun during the afternoon.

“You look beautiful, love” said Liv as she plopped down on the edge of the bed.  “But you will look out of place.  You’ll look like a tourist.  You have to learn the island way.  Now strip.”

Felicity gasped, causing Liv to laugh.  “Don’t worry, Filly.  I’ve seen it all before.  Besides, I have the same stuff.”

Felicity sighed and reluctantly peeled off her blouse and skirt until she was standing in just her bra, panties and sandals.  “All of it,” instructed Liv.

Felicity shrugged her shoulders in resignation and stripped off the bra and panties.  “Shoes too?”

“All of it,” nodded Liv.

After kicking aside the shoes, Felicity stood nervously in front of her friend.  Her hands moved in front of herself, instinctively covering her breasts and pubic area in a subconscious effort to protect her modesty.  Liv stood up and walked up to Felicity, grasping the wrists and moving them to her sides.

“You can be such a ninny sometimes, “said Liv as she shook her head.  “You have a beautiful body.  You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

Felicity blushed and cast her eyes down.  “Thank you,” she replied.  “I’m not ashamed of my body.  I’m just not used to displaying it.”

“You aren’t displaying it,” replied Liv.  “We’re getting you dressed.  And I need to see what I’m working with.”  Liv slowly walked around Felicity, touching her occasionally on the hip, bottom and thigh.  This had the affect of making Felicity feel even more like she was on display.  Again, instinctively, her hands migrated to her breasts and sex to cover herself.

Liv gave Felicity’s bottom a swat, eliciting a yelp from the naked girl.  “Stop fidgeting.”  With that, Liv grasped the wrists again and, this time, raised Felicity’s hands to her neck.  “Clasp your hands behind your neck.  Maybe that will help you to remain still.”

Obediently, Felicity entwined her fingers behind her neck and felt her blush deepen.  Liv noticed how deliciously her friend’s cheek had pinkened and decided to move her process forward a bit.  She reached up and, with splayed fingers, lifted each of Felicity’s breasts.  This caused Felicity to suck in her breath but she dutifully kept her hands behind her neck.

“These won’t be needing a bra,” observed Liv.  “They are delicious just as they are.  We’ll just adorn them a bit for the sake of modesty.”  Liv punctuated her observation by bouncing the full breasts in her hands, causing Felicity’s blush to spread to her chest.

“In fact, I’ll choose the adornment whenever we go out.  And you’ll be naked whenever we are at the house.”

Felicity’s mind was in a turmoil.  She had, for years, harbored fantasies about being a submissive and now, here she was, being commanded by her best friend.  Was Liv trying to dominate her?  Did Liv know about her secret fantasies?  She bit her lower lip nervously.

Liv finally released the breasts and Felicity slowly exhaled.  Liv slid her hands down Felicity’s sides until her fingers were encircling the slender waist.  “You have a gorgeous figure,” admired Liv.

“Thank you again,” replied Felicity as she averted her eyes in embarrassment again.  Felicity’s eyes flew wide open a moment later as Liv rested her palm over Felicity’s sex.  “We might want to remove this later,” said Liv as her palm glided over the soft downy hair covering Felicity’s pubis.  “Might as well go natural all the way.  Ooooo what have we here?” grinned Liv.  “There must be something about this that you like.”

She held a finger up to Felicity’s eyes and Felicity thought she would die of embarrassment when she saw the digit glistening with her own juices.  Liv lowered her hand and leaned forward, kissing Felicity on the lips.  “You are so precious,” murmured Liv.

Felicity stiffened at the intimate kiss and thought that her cheeks were probably as red as they could get.  But she was wrong.  Liv plunged a finger into Felicity’s sex as she wrapped her other arm around the naked girl to hold her in place.  Felicity’s embarrassment reached new heights as Liv slowly slid the finger in and out of her swampy sex.  “So precious, little one.  So dear.  So wet.”

Felicity closed her eyes, not knowing what to do.  Her mind was telling her to stop and to set boundaries.  But some other part of her had been awakened and was telling her to enjoy it.  “Be happy.  Be beautiful” kept ringing through her head.  She leaned against Liv, feeling her breasts brush against Liv’s covered ones as she resigned herself to the embrace and the kiss.  She never once thought to move her hands and they remained as if locked behind her neck.

Finally, Liv slid her finger out of Felicity and raised it to her own mouth, slowly licking it clean.  “Mmmmm, and you are so delicious too, love.”

Felicity was breathing heavily by now and found it hard to speak.  Instead, she just stood there with her hands high and her eyes cast down.

“Now let’s see what I can find for you to wear.”  She went to the closet and rummaged around until she found what she was looking for.  Then she returned with two pieces of filmy cloth and stood in front of her charge.

“Let’s try this first,” she said as she wrapped one of the thin pieces of material around Felicity’s hips.  She arranged it until she was satisfied and then tied it off.  Felicity looked down and saw that the bright floral print was riding low on her hips at a slight angle and did not appear to extend much below her sex.  Even a subtle breeze would probably expose her for all to see.

Liv reached up and lowered Felicity’s hands until they were by her side and then stepped behind the girl, wrapping her arms around Felicity and forcing her to bend forward at the waist.  “It’s easies if we catch these beautiful orbs first,” she said as she placed the fabric over the dangling breasts and then lifted it capturing the breasts and causing Felicity to straighten up again.  Liv then arranged the material to her liking and knotted it behind the girl.  She stepped in front of Felicity to admire her handiwork.

“Mmmmm, very nice,” she smiled.  “Just a couple more items.”  She disappeared for a moment and returned, carrying a small tray.  She took a slender chain and wrapped it around Felicity’s waist, fastening the latch and letting it settle onto her soft flesh.

The last item on her tray was a flower.  Liv picked up the hibiscus blossom and arranged it in Felicity’s hair over her left ear.

“Perfect,” declared Liv as she stepped back to admire her work again.  She wrapped an arm around Felicity’s waist and then led her to the mirror.  “What do you think?”

Felicity gazed at herself in the mirror with a mixture of awe and horror.  She was awed by the beauty of the look that Liv had arranged.  The colors highlighted her own tones and the outfit was very exotic looking.  But even though the outfit was exotic looking, it bordered on obscene.  Her sex was barely covered, the lower swells of her bottom cheeks were visible, and her breasts looked like they could burst out of the scant top.

“It’s very nice,” commented Felicity.  “But don’t you think that it’s a bit risqué?”

“Risque?” asked Liv.  “Not for around here.  You’ll fit in perfectly.  You look just like a virginal island slavegirl.”

Felicity gulped.  “Slavegirl?”

Liv laughed.  “Just kidding.  But this chain will let me lead you around wherever I want.”  To emphasize her point, she slipped a finger beneath the chain and ran the back of her finger sensuously across the exposed flesh of Felicity’s belly.  Then she gave the chain a gentle tug, pulling Felicity forward so she could kiss her again.

Princess Felicity

by captv8td

Chapter 4

“Ahem,” said Liv as she looked up from the newspaper.  Liv was seated at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee as she caught up on the news when Felicity walked into the room.

“Good morning,” smiled Felicity as she shook her disheveled hair, letting it settle on her shoulders and down her back.  “Thank you for a lovely evening.”  They had gone out to dinner the evening before and Felicity’s fears about being underdressed had been allayed.  Scant clothing seemed to be the rule around here and her outfit fit in perfectly.

“You are welcome,” replied Liv.  “But aren’t’ you forgetting something?”  Felicity looked around curiously, not knowing what she had forgotten.

“Um,” replied a confused girl.  “What am I forgetting?”

“Your clothes,” responded Liv.  “Remember, you are on vacation.  I make all the decisions about what you wear.  And everything else about you for that matter.  And last night, I decided that you should be naked when at home.  Remember?”

Felicity gasped and grabbed the front flaps of her robe pulling it around her more tightly.  “But I thought you were kidding.  You can’t be serious.”

“I was very serious,” Liv went on.  “You yourself admitted that you are too inhibited.  So I have made it my personal mission to help you get over your inhibitions.  I make all of the decisions for you while you are here, and I decided naked.  Now give me your robe.”

Felicity’s fingers clung to the material and she cast down her eyes.  “I can’t.  It wouldn’t be right.”

Liv arose from the table and crossed the floor to stand in front of the younger woman.  She raised her hand and tucked a finger under Felicity’s chin, tilting her face up until they were looking into each other’s eyes.  “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you,” blushed Felicity.

“Didn’t you tell me yesterday that you wished you could be less inhibited?”

“Yes,” Felicity felt her blush deepen.

“Then trust me to help you.  Give me your robe.”

Felicity paused for a moment but then reluctantly opened her robe, sliding it off her shoulders and leaving her dressed in just a short nightshirt.

“All of it,” instructed Liv.

Felicity groaned but then handed the bathrobe to her friend before pulling off her nightshirt and giving it to Liv also.  Liv led her naked charge to the table and served her a cup of coffee before sitting back down.

“It’s not natural,” complained Felicity.

“What’s not natural?”

“Me being naked.”

“Oh, I see,” replied Liv.  “You must have been born with a complete set of clothes on.”

Felicity shook her head slowly.  “No.”

“Then it’s completely natural,” Liv went on.  “You were born into a natural state.  Now you have just returned to it.”

Felicity groaned as she saw that she was going to lose this debate.  “Then it’s not normal.”

“Hmmm,” pondered Liv.  “I’m not sure what is normal and what is not any more.  But I have never thought of you as normal, anyways.  I have always thought of you as extraordinary.  And you look extraordinary right now.”

Felicity just groaned again and shook her head in disbelief.  Liv reached out and patted the side of Felicity’s left breast, causing it to sway slightly.  “And stop poking me!” she complained.

Liv laughed.  “That wasn’t a poke, silly Filly.  Now, that was a poke.”  She punctuated her comment by pushing her finger onto Felicity’s nipple and denting it deep into the girl’s breast.

“Ow,” exclaimed Felicity.  “That hurt!”

“Oh, it didn’t hurt at all.  It just surprised you.  That’s your problem.  You are so tight and inhibited that you can’t handle surprises any more.  If I wanted to hurt you, I would spank you.  And if you keep complaining, that’s exactly what I will do.”

Felicity’s eyes flew wide open in surprise at her friend’s threat.  She was both shocked and secretly thrilled by the possibility of being punished like that.  She knew her face must be blushing and she hoped that Liv did not recognize her arousal.

The reaction was not lost on Liv.  She saw the instantaneous pinkening of the naked girl’s cheeks and recognized it immediately as sexual arousal.  “This will be easier than I could hope for,” she thought to herself.

“Now drink up your coffee.  What would you like for breakfast?” asked Liv.

“Just some fruit if you have it,” replied Felicity as she stared down at her mug.

Liv got up and went to the refrigerator where she pulled out several pieces of fruit.  She placed them on the counter and then peeled off her own robe, hanging it on a hook by the door.

“What are you doing?” asked an astonished Felicity.

“You’re not the only one who can go natural.  Besides, this way I don’t have to worry about getting my clothes dirty.”  She sliced the fruit and returned to the table with two bowls of it, heaving her robe by the door.

Felicity could only stare at Liv as she worked at the counter.  Her friend was truly beautiful.  Her form was flawless and every part of her was enchanting as it wiggled or swayed with her motions.  Felicity had to shake her head to clear it as she reminded herself that she was straight.  She had never been attracted to women before.  But why was she staring at the soft swells of Liv’s breasts now?

“Good choice,” smiled Liv as she plopped down in the chair, sending her breasts into a wild bobbing motion.  Felicity sucked in he breath as her friend’s body sent a wave of arousal through her naked body.  “Now eat up.  And then I’ll tell you what I have planned for today.”

Chapter 5

“What about exhibitionism?” Liv asked.  She had been going through a litany of questions with Felicity under the auspices of finding out what the girl had or had not done and what she would or would not want to do.  She explained that this was important if she was to help Felicity with her inhibitions.

“I’ve never exposed myself in public on purpose,” replied Felicity.

“But doesn’t the thought excite you?” pressed Liv.  “I mean, just think of letting someone ‘accidentally’ peek at your delicious body.  Wouldn’t it excite you?”

“I suppose.  Maybe a little.  But I could get arrested for that.”

“Not in the islands.  You’re safe with me.  Okay, how about a threesome?”

Felicity gasped.  “Never.”

“Never what?” pried Liv.  “Never tried it or never want to?”

“Definitely never tried it.  Not sure if I want to.”

“Hmmmm.  You don’t know what you’re missing.  It’s great to have two cocks to pay with at once.  Very filling,” Liv giggled.  “Or it could be two girls and a guy.  That’s my favorite.  A hard demanding body and a soft, tender one.  The contrast is so erotic.”

“Maybe.  I don’t know,” replied Felicity.  Her head was spinning.  She had already been quizzed about masturbation, mutual masturbation and voyeurism.  Liv’s curiosity seemed to know no bounds.

“Do you ever dream of being a slavegirl?”

“What?!?!?!?” sputtered Felicity.

“A slavegirl,” continued Liv.  “You know, master and slave.  Dominant and submissive.  You would be owned by someone who controlled you as he or she wished.”

“I don’t know,” mumbled Felicity.  Now her mind was really in turmoil.  She did indeed have these fantasies but had never admitted them to anyone.  “I suppose everyone fantasizes about that a little.  From time to time.  Occasionally.  Every once in a while.”

“Don’t be so embarrassed,” smiled Liv as she saw Felicity’s cheeks turn bright crimson.  “Sometimes I have those fantasies too.  That’s a natural feeling.  And it’s an easy one to explore.”

“Oh.  Explore?” asked Felicity with a puzzled look.  “How would we do that?”

“That’s easy,” replied Liv.  “I would claim you as my slavegirl and own you.  I would use you for my pleasure and entertainment.  I might even give you to my husband.  Or someone else for that matter.”

“Give me?” squeaked a stunned Felicity.

“Well, loan you maybe.  I could never relinquish ownership of you.  I would want you back.  So I could never sell you.”

“Sell me?” whispered Felicity.  She felt faint and thought her whole world was spinning out of control.

Liv went on with her seemingly endless questions.  At the end, the notepad was full and Felicity was a quivering mass of nerves.  “Okay, this has been very helpful.  And now we have a plan,” Liv announced.

“We do?” asked Felicity.

“Yep,” nodded Liv.  “When I am done with you, you will be as free as a bird.  Not an inhibition in the world.”

“Oh.  But I don’t mind my inhibitions.  Really.”

But Liv would have nothing to do with any complaints or arguments from Felicity.  She knew that the girl’s sensibilities were off balance and that she had to keep them that way.  She stood up and moved outside to the patio.  Felicity warily followed her outside and gulped as she saw her friend pick up the bottle of lotion again and gesture for her to lie down in the chaise.

“What are we going to do?” asked Felicity.

“You are going to do nothing but lie here,” replied Liv.  “I’m going to do all of the work.  And this morning, we are going to concentrate on you becoming more comfortable with and aware of your body.”

Again, Felicity’s eyes flew wide open in surprise.  “Comfortable?  Aware?  I’m already comfortable with my body.  And I’m already aware of it.  What are you going to do?”

“Just touching.  Gentle hands touching.  Don’t worry.  I love you.  So I’m not going to turn you into a lesbian.”

“But Liv,” complained Felicity.  “You are trying to make me into something I’m not.  And something I’m not sure I want to be.”

“Hush, little one,” calmed Liv as she pushed Felicity into the chaise.  “I know it’s all a little scary at first.  But you will love the results.  Now close your eyes and leave it all up to momma.”

“Momma?” thought Felicity.  This was getting awfully strange.  But she obediently closed her eyes and laid back.

“Good girl,” praised Liv as she poured a little lotion into her palm.  She started by stroking her oily fingers over Felicity’s forehead, starting in the middle and working her way outward.  With the backs of her fingers, she pushed the blonde tresses aside and then started moving her fingertips in slow circles over the reclining girl’s temples.

It did feel good, Felicity had to admit to herself.  If she was not so tense with nerves, she would be enjoying the pampering a lot more.  The fingers kept moving over her face, spreading the protective lotion and starting to relax her.  The fingers traced her jaw line and softly kneaded the flesh there before moving to her neck.  Felicity heard some more lotion being squirt into the palm and then felt the fingers gliding down her neck and shoulders.  The hands and arms were next and  Liv took her time, coating each finger and kneading each hand before raising each arm and letting her fingers wrap around and glide down toward the shoulders.

More lotion and then Felicity felt the two slick palms rest on her breasts.  She tensed slightly and then felt the palms press down and start to rotate her orbs in circles on her chest.  Despite her reluctance to be touched so intimately, she was enjoying the tender massage.

Once the breasts were coated, Liv wrapped her fingers around the base of the left breast, squeezing and lifting her hands slowly, letting the breast elongate and then slide through her fingers.  Then she repeated the motions with the right one.  “Good little girl.  Let momma do all of the work.  Let momma do all of the thinking and worrying for you.”

Live leaned down and kissed Felicity on the lips, letting her lips linger.  She licked Felicity’s lips as her hands kept squeezing and elongating one magnificent breast after another.  “You are my most prized possession.  And I always take good care of my property.”

Felicity was half dozing at this point and hardly caught what Liv had said or what the implications were.  She parted her lips and kissed Liv back.

Liv shifted her body again but kept up the motions of her fingers and hands, squeezing the succulent breasts in a milking motion.  She slowly lowered one of her own breasts until the nipple grazed across Felicity’s lips.  “Kiss momma, little girl.  Be a good girl and kiss momma.”

Felicity parted her lips further and Liv lowered her breast.  Felicity wrapped her lips      around the tender morsel and sucked on it, letting her cheeks hollow with each suck.  Liv moved her fingers to Felicity’s nipples and squeezed them, slowly rolling them back and forth in her slick fingers.  Then she gripped them and slowly stretched them upward, pulling the gorgeous breasts away from the younger woman’s chest.

Liv finally abandoned the breasts but continued to feed her own breasts to Felicity as she coated Felicity’s abdomen with lotion.  Finally, she arose and positioned herself to do her friend’s legs.  Starting at the feet, she used the same approach that she had used on the hands and arms.  Toes were oiled and feet were kneaded.  Then one leg at a time was raised so that Liv could glide her hands down the smooth flesh.  When she reached the base of the second leg, she rested her palm on Felicity’s sex.

“Wait right here,” she said as she got up and disappeared into the house.  Felicity just basked in the sun, reveling in the way she was being pampered.  Liv returned with a tray and sat down on the edge of the recliner again.

“I have a little housekeeping to do,” explained Liv.  “Now stay perfectly still.”  Snip, snip was what Felicity heard and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

“Liv!  What are you doing?”

“Just cleaning you up a little, love,” she replied as she pushed Felicity back down in the chaise.  “You’ll love the look.  I know I will.”

“Liv!!!” yelled Felicity..  “Have you gone crazy?”  She reached down with both hands to cover her mound and protect the little tuft of hair there.

“Now, now, Filly,” said Liv calmly.  “I think you are overreacting.  You have to trust me.  You will like it.  And if you don’t, you can let it grow back.  You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Oh Liv,” groaned Felicity as she continued to clutch her sex.  “It’s not a matter of trust.  I just like the way I look down there.”

“And I’m telling you that you will like the way you look when I am finished.  You will just have to trust me.  Now do I have to spank you?  Should I cuff your hands over your head?  Or are you going to be a good girl?”

Felicity gasped both from the shock of hearing her friend’s words and from the rush of arousal that swept through her body at the threats.  Once again, she felt like her head was spinning.  She knew that she had to stop all of this at once or there would be no turning back.  But she did not have the willpower to resist at the moment.  She was far too aroused.

“Cuffs?” she asked in a whisper.

“That’s right, little one,” replied Liv.  “Move those hands or I’ll cuff them to the chair and then finish.”

With great reluctance and in slow motion, she raised her hands and placed them over her head, resting them against the frame of the chair as she tried to imagine what it would be like to be bound this way.  Liv returned to snipping away the hair until nothing but stubble was left.  Then she lathered up the area and swiped away the remaining hair with the razor.  She pushed the legs apart and gripped one labia at a time, stretching it away from Felicity to be able to swipe away the few stray hairs there.  Then she wiped off the remaining lather and patted the denuded sex with her hand.

“See?  It’s beautiful!”

“Oh Liv,” complained Felicity as she lifted her head and looked at her bald pussy.”  I look like a little girl.

Liv laughed and leaned down to kiss the smooth mound.  At the same time, she reached up and gave each full breast a squeeze.  “Trust me again.  Nobody will ever mistake you for a little girl. 

Felicity wondered where all of this would lead her and she was not at all sure that she wanted to find out.  Liv had Felicity roll over and she completed lotioning up her charge.  She also spread the girl’s bottom cheeks , swiping away the few hairs that resided there, leaving Felicity without a visible hair from the neck down.  The last thing she did was touch her lotioned finger to the little rosebud between the bottom cheeks and circle it slowly as she giggled.  “It’s just so cute.”

Chapter 6

Some time later, Felicity woke up to a surprise.  While she had been sleeping in the lounger, Liv had wrapped leather cuffs around her wrists and then locked the cuffs together behind her back.  “Liv!!!  Let me free!  This is getting to weird!”

“There’s my little slavegirl,” chirped Liv.  “Did you have a nice nappy?”

“Liv, this is really getting to be too much.”  She struggled to sit upright and then twisted her body to offer her hands to her friend.  “Please take them off.”

“Oh, but I can’t.  Slavegirls are supposed to be bound.  Naked and bound.”

Felicity rolled her eyes.  “So I’m a slavegirl now?”

“Of course you are, silly Filly.  You are my slavegirl until we work through all of those inhibitions of yours.  Or at least until I decide that you aren’t a slave any longer.  Until then, you are my property.  I told you that earlier.  I guess you weren’t listening.”

Felicity shook her head in frustration and then realized that matching black cuffs had been wrapped around her ankles too.  At least they weren’t locked together.  “Okay, I’ll be your slavegirl for the day.  Maybe things can get back to normal after that.”

“Oh, it will take much longer than a day.  We have a pretty long list to work through.”

Felicity struggled to her feet and then twisted and pulled her arms trying to free herself, but quickly gave up as she realized that the cuffs held her securely.  “Hmmphh,” she uttered as she plopped back down in the recliner.

“This isn’t right, Liv.  It’s not fair and it’s not right.  It’s perverted.”

“It’s not perverted at all.  Sex with a horse would be perverted.  This is just two friends having fun.”

“It’s one friend having fun and the other friend starting to get scared.”

“Well, I don’t know why you’re getting scared.  You know me and you know you can trust me.  Well, you can’t trust me completely.  I will probably take advantage of the situation.  But you can mostly trust me.”

“Liv.  This is probably illegal.  It’s almost abduction.  It’s almost rape.  Slavery is not legal either.”

“It is here.  At least consensual slavery is legal.”

“Who consented?  I sure didn’t,” Felicity said with raised voice.

“Now settle down, Filly.  It’s not like this is permanent or anything like that.  It’s just for fun.  It will let you explore and expand your experiences.  So relax.”

“It’s just for fun?  Whose fun?  Yours or mine?”

Liv patted Felicity on the top of the head and smiled.  “It will be fun for both of us.  And it should really be fun for you.  It will let you kick back and          relax.  You don’t have to think about a thing.  I’ll make all of the decisions.”

Felicity glared at Liv.  At first, she had been surprised.  Then she got frustrated.  Now she was starting to get mad.  “Liv, you had better release me this instant.  I don’t want to have to go to the police.  And I don’t want to have to tell James how weird you got with me.”

Liv just laughed and patted the blonde head again.  “Oh he already knows I’m weird.  And he already knows about our new slavegirl.  He’s looking forward to enjoying his new toy.”

Felicity gasped.  “This was all planned?”

Liv shrugged her shoulders.  “No, not really planned.  Hoped for is a better way of describing it.”

Felicity shook her head in disbelief.  “James agreed that you should capture me?”

Liv shrugged her shoulders again.  “Captured doesn’t sound quite right.  It’s more like I claimed you.  And yes, he was quite all right with that.  As I said, he’s looking forward to playing with you.”

Felicity groaned and then fell backward into the lounger, shaking her head.  “Tis is  all just unbelievable.  How can you do this to a friend?”

Liv sat back down beside Felicity and rested her hand on the closest breast.  “You are just dreaming up doom and gloom.  There’s nothing sinister about what’s going on.  It will be exciting for you.  I want this to be a vacation you will remember forever.”

“Trust me.  It will be.”

The two girls remained in the sun a while longer but then Liv led them into the shelter of the house.  It was time for lunch and she let Felicity sit at the table while she prepared it.  There was no way that Felicity could have helped anyway, without the use of her hands.  Liv returned to the table with two bowls of fruit and sat down next to Felicity.

“May I have my hands back now?  I can’t eat this way.”

“Don’t worry,” chirped Liv.  “I’ll feed you.”  She picked up a slice of pear and pushed it between the captive girl’s lips.

“How long are you going to keep me like this?” asked Felicity between bites.

“I’m not sure.  How long are you staying?”

“Not long, if this is the way I’m treated.”

“Oh hush now,” chided Liv.  “You know you’re going to enjoy this.  You find it exciting and erotic and I can tell because your sex is positively gushing.  And you are free to enjoy it because you have no choice.  And no guilt.  You didn’t decide to do it.  Liv made you do it.  It’s perfect!”  She picked up a banana and slowly stroked it for Felicity’s benefit.  “Should I marinate this first?” she asked with a grin.

“Liv!!! You are shocking!!!”

Liv chuckled.  “Just kidding.  We’ll save that for another day.”  Liv finished feeding her slavegirl and cleared the table.  Then she led Felicity into the great room.  “Time to inspect my property, properly.  Stand in the middle of the room, sweetie.”

Felicity just glared at Liv and stood her ground.  Liv cross her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.  “I’m waiting.”

“You’ll be waiting a long time, then,” she said as she continued to stare down her captor.  “I’m not your property.  And you’re not going to inspect me.  And I want to be released right now.”

Liv disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a plastic spatula and a coil of rope.  This caused Felicity to blanch and back up a few steps.  “What are you going to do with those?”

“This,” replied Liv as she swished the spatula through the air a few times, “will have to do until I get a w hip or a paddle.  “And this,” she swung the rope back and forth, “is to help me control you.  It seems that the cuffs aren’t enough to do the trick.”

Liv approached Felicity again and, again, Felicity backed up.  Liv reached out and swung the spatula, catching an unprotected thigh with a loud crack.

“Owww!!!  That hurt!!!”

“It was supposed to hurt, Filly.  Now are you going to behave?”

“I always behave!” spat Felicity.  “You’re the one who is out of control.”

“Ouch!  Stop that!” Felicity cried out as the spatula caught her other thigh.  As Liv started to swing the makeshift paddle again, Felicity made her move.  She lunged forward, crashing her body into Liv’s and knocking her to the floor.  Felicity pounced on Liv and straddled her, holding her down.  But with no arms to use, Felicity was no match for Liv and quickly the tables were turned.  Felicity found herself lying face down on the floor with Liv straddling her body.  She thrashed her legs around trying to kick her captor  but           Liv quickly snared them and snapped the cuffs together.

“You’re a feisty one,” chuckled Liv.  “You’ll be lots of fun to train.”  She swatted each of Felicity’s bottom cheeks, eliciting yelps from the captive girl before standing up.  “Okay, this is going to be a little tougher than I expected.”

Liv picked up the rope and tossed it into the air a few times before catching it                                                   on a hook in the ceiling.  Then she held onto one end as she tied the other end to one of Felicity’s wrist cuffs.  She unsnapped those cuffs.  “Okay, stand up now.”

Felicity did not know what would happen next but she knew it would not be good.  She remained motionless on the floor, refusing to cooperate.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.  Should I paddle you some more?”

“No,” groaned the defeated girl as she struggled to her feet.  Liv took up the slack as the girl arose and soon Felicity was standing in the middle of the floor.  Liv snapped the cuffs together again, this time in front.  Then she pulled on the rope, lifting Felicity’s arms over her head.  After she had stretched the girl tight, she tied off the rope, leaving Felicity reaching skyward.  It was only then that she unsnapped the ankle cuffs.

“Now for that inspection of my property,” announced Liv as she stood in front of her new slave.  “I’ll warn you that any more funny business will be dealt with harshly.”

Liv started by pushing back Felicity’s long blonde tresses, letting them drape down her back.  Then she slowly circled the girl, letting her fingers glide across the soft tight flesh.  “You truly are beautiful, little one.  You are priceless.”

Liv returned to the front and pushed Felicity’s head back slightly as her fingers traced the outlines and contours of the slave’s face.  She kept this up for quite some time as if she were trying to memorize the texture and shape.  Finally, she rubbed a finger back and forth across the pouting lips before parting them with her finger.  She snaked her finger into the mouth and softly caressed the tongue.  Her finger glided in and out slowly, almost as if she were having oral sex with her finger.  Felicity was tempted to bite the finger off.  Eventually, she grasped the tongue between thumb and forefinger and tugged on it, stretching it out of the mouth.

“Uggghhhh!” grunted Felicity as her tongue was pulled outward.  She had been watching Liv the entire time and was puzzled and confused.  Despite the harsh treatment that Liv was giving out, her face had a loving look on it.  There was a touch of curiosity in the look as if Liv was exploring and discovering something new, but there was also a tenderness and concern.  Liv reached up with her other hand and ran a finger up and down the wet flesh as the other hand held the tongue extended out from Felicity.

“I don’t suppose this tongue has any experience,” asked Liv.

“Ungh ungh,” replied Felicity as she shook her head.

“Well, it’s a beautiful tongue.  And it should be used for what it was intended for.  I will enjoy training it.”

At long last, Liv released the tongue and Felicity quickly drew it back in.  Liv continued her exploration of her new possession by placing her palms over the ample breasts and squeezing them slowly.

“These are remarkable,” declared Liv as she slipped her hands beneath the breasts and held them in her palms.  She bounced them several times, enjoying the way that they jiggled and moved.  “Big but not huge.  And soft.  And perfect shape.  And now they belong to me.”

“Please, Liv.  Please no more.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started, little one,” replied Liv.  “These are going to be my favorite toys.”

Felicity had been watching as Liv groped her chest.  The whole scene seemed surreal to her.  She had been essentially kidnapped and now imprisoned.  But she also saw her nipples standing stiffly atop each of the mounds.  With the warmth of the tropics, she knew that they weren’t stiff with cold.  Why was her body betraying her?  How could her nipples become erect from this kind of treatment?

She continued to watch in horror as Liv lowered her head and then observed her friend capture the right nipple between her lips.  She saw the nipple being drawn into Liv’s mouth and felt the tongue dancing over the stiff little nubbin.  A surge of arousal swept over her despite her desire to end this and escape.  Her body had a mind of its own, though, and right now it was seeking pleasure.

Liv drew her head back as she continued to suck on the nipple, extending the breast away from Felicity’s chest until it finally popped free.  Felicity saw her breast glistening with Liv’s saliva and noted with dismay how the nipple had stiffened even more in arousal.  The process was repeated on the left breast and more waves of arousal swept over the captive girl.  Then, Liv caused the hard little nubbins to stiffen even more as she gently blew on each wet nipple, making them stand up at attention even more.

“Oh, love, you are delicious,” announced Liv.  “So tasty and so sweet.”  She raised her right hand and lightly spanked the outer swells of the left breast, eliciting a gasp from Felicity and causing the breast to jump and sway and bob on her chest.  Then she repeated the action to the right breast, followed by several alternating blows that kept the beautiful orbs in motion.  “And your skin pinkens so nicely.  You will be loads of fun to play with.”

Liv dropped to her knees, leaving her face level with Felicity’s exposed sex.  Felicity clamped her thighs together to protect what little modesty she had left, only to be rewarded by a harsh slap to her left thigh.

“There is more rope left.  I can always force you open.  But that will be uncomfortable and it will earn you punishment.  Now open up for me, little one.”  Liv   grasped the ankles and pried the legs apart.  Felicity resisted at first but eventually succumbed and felt her feet being pulled further and further apart.  “Good girl,” smiled Liv.

Liv slowly ran her hands up the beautifully shaped smooth legs until she reached the outsides of the hips.  Then she slid her hands around Felicity to grasp a bottom cheek in each palm, kneading gently.  While her hands were busy behind the girl, Liv stared at Felicity’s sex, studying it closely.

“You are liking this, little Filly,” remarked Liv as she saw Felicity’s petals glistening with arousal.  The sex clenched over and over again and Liv could see her captive’s juices leaking out from between the slick petals.

“I’m not, Liv,” argued Felicity.  “I’m not at all.”

Liv moved her hands to the front and used her thumbs to gently pry open Felicity’s sex, exposing the swampy tunnel to her eyes.  “Then why are you so wet?”

Felicity groaned as she felt her friend touch her so intimately and closed her eyes in shame as Liv blew on her sex.  She felt the breath cooling the juices that were oozing from her and knew that, once again, her body had betrayed her.

“This is the beauty of you being my slave.  You don’t have to admit that you like it.  You don’t have any choice in what happens.  All you have to do is enjoy it and be pleasing for me.”

Liv extended her tongue and touched it to Felicity’s clit, causing the girl to tremble and emit a soft moan.  Then Liv curled her tongue and scooped it up through the slick petals, gathering the nectar on her tongue.  She stood up and wrapped her arms around the girl, drawing her body close, and kissed her letting Felicity taste her own juices.  Felicity pulled back as Liv’s lips approached her but was quickly rewarded with a spank to her naked bottom.  In the end, she relented and felt her breasts flatten against Liv as the dew-coated tongue entered her mouth to give her a taste of herself.

Felicity was panting as the kiss ended and her mind was once again in turmoil.  Part of her wanted to surrender to the slavery and to enjoy the erotic thrills of being owned.  A greater part of her, however, was still resisting the assault and telling her to try to escape.

“Please, Liv,” she gasped out between breaths.  “Please have mercy.  This isn’t right.”

“Hush, little Filly,” whispered Liv as she kissed Felicity again.  “What isn’t right?  That you should have a vacation with no responsibilities?  Or that you should enjoy pleasure?  Or that you should be able to explore some fantasies in a safe and secure environment?”

As she spoke, Liv’s hand slid down Felicity’s body, giving each breast a squeeze and then gliding over the taut smooth belly.  Eventually, it reached the slavegirl’s sex and cupped it for a moment before the fingers started moving.  Two fingers stoked and parted the labia, feeling the very wet petals.  The labia were stretched to the side and then a third finger stroked through the very damp valley between.

“What’s not right, little Filly?” Liv kissed Felicity again.  Felicity closed her eyes and moaned as the fingers sent erotic thrills through her body.  Liv’s lips claimed hers over and over again and the second hand moved over her bottom cheeks.

“I… it’s,,, I don’t… er… it’s…” she babbled.  The finger became two and, together, they slid into her body.     They moved in and out several times before sliding out and moving up to strum her sensitive clit.  “oooooo!   It’s… please….”

Liv kissed her captive again and extended a finger from her second hand.  It glided between the valley between Felicity’s bottom cheeks until it found the little rosebud there.  Then it just slowly circled it, pressing in occasionally.  This sent a whole new wave of arousal through Felicity and she shuddered. 

“Hush, little Filly.   Don’t talk.  You belong to me now.  Just let me play and you focus on enjoying your new position in life.”  She pressed her finger past the rosebud until she had the finger embedded in Felicity’s bottom up to the first knuckle.  This elicited a gasp from Felicity and she rose onto her tiptoes.  Liv smiled and kept stroking the girl’s sex, teasing the clitoris and pushing Felicity closer and closer to an orgasm.  Soon, the finger in Felicity’s bottom was synchronized with the fingers toying with her sex.  Her breathing became ragged and the flush spread across her chest.  Liv alternated between kissing the bound girl on the lips and suckling the delicious nipples, all the while the fingers moved in and out of her and toyed with her clit.  Felicity was lost in a world of arousal and, before long, was pushed over the edge into an unwanted orgasm.

Liv continued to stroke and probe and suckle and kiss, prolonging the orgasm and extracting numerous aftershocks from the slavegirl.  By the time she finally finished playing with her new sex toy, Felicity was exhausted and hung limply from her cuffs.  Liv smiled and stepped back, bringing her fingers to her lips and savoring her slave’s juices.  She knew that she had acquired the perfect slavegirl.  She thought about making the relationship permanent.  It would provide her with a lifetime of entertainment.

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.

Princess Felicity

by captv8td

Chapter 10

The following day, they went to the resort.  Dahlia had told Felicity about the resort that catered to the master/slave lifestyle on her second day of slavery but Felicity had never anticipated going there.  Now, she stood at the registration desk.

“And here is a copy of the scheduled activities,” the receptionist said as she handed a brochure to Liv.  The receptionist was a beautiful blonde who was naked other than for a silver collar.  A name badge was affixed to her chest with a pin running through an obviously pierced nipple.

“Thank you, Jasmine,” smiled Liv, showing that she had taken the time to read the name badge.  “Are there any activities that you would recommend?”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” Jasmine replied.  “There are excellent activities for the masters to participate in with their slaves.  There are also activities that you could sign your slave up for.  And others that you could enroll in without your slave.”

“What is something that we could do with our pet?” asked James.  Felicity cringed as she heard herself referred to as a pet.  And her self esteem was not helped by the fact that she was naked other than for the cuffs that secured her hands behind her back and the collar that Liv held the leash to.

“The dungeon is always a favorite,” replied Jasmine with a smile.  “We have all forms of punishment and torture equipment available, including the new sensory deprivation chamber.”  Felicity definitely did not like the sound of that.

“Or you could go to the spa together.  You might enjoy a facial or pedicure or massage while you have your slave pierced or otherwise marked.”  Felicity liked the sounds of that even less.

“What activities could we send her to?” asked Liv.

“You will find those on pages three through six of the brochure.  I will just highlight three of them that are my favorites.  The first is the slave Olympics.  The slaves compete under the supervision of strict masters and mistresses.  The events are a combination of physically demanding, painful and humiliating.  And there is usually a fairly large audience for the games.  The Olympics are held every afternoon starting at one o’clock.”

“Or you could send her to the stables for training.  The head mistress there came to us from one of the finest ponygirl stables in Europe.  She will turn your slave into a beautiful ponygirl.  She could even pull you around the property in a cart after a couple of days of training.”

“Finally, you could enter her in the nightly auction.  That is always a thrilling experience for any slave.  Yours is very beautiful so she would fetch a handsome price.  The drawback is that you lose your slave for the designated time she is sold, which is usually 24 to 48 hours.  Of course, you could also purchase a new slave for yourselves.  It might provide you with a little variety.”  Felicity may not have liked the previous choices but t his one terrified her.  She could not even imagine being auctioned off to a stranger.

“Which ones appeal to you, Filly?” asked Liv once they were shown to their room.

“None of them, Mistress,” replied Felicity honestly.  “They all sounded very scary to me.”

“Oh, honey,” comforted Liv as she hugged the naked girl to her.  “Don’t be frightened.  It’s all new and everything that is new is a little scary.  Even being a slavegirl would be scary to most people but you love it and you are thriving in your slavery.”

“I do love it?” thought Felicity.  She wanted to debate with Liv but she knew that it would be futile.  So, instead, she just nodded.  “Yes Mistress.”

“Now let’s sit down and go through this brochure together so we can pick out something fun for you together.”  Liv sat and patted her lap.  Felicity bristled at being treated like a lap dog but chose to sit down instead of being punished.

Liv arranged the naked form to her liking, adjusting the bound arms to a more comfortable position.  She reached around Felicity, cradling a breast in one hand as she held the brochure up for them both to read.

“Chain gang,” commented Liv.  Both women quickly read the description.  “No, not for my girl,” she went on.  Felicity was silently thankful for the rejection because the activity would have had her bound to a coffle of slaves and performing hard labor in the sun for a day.

“Bathroom attendant,” Liv read on to the next one.  Again, Felicity breathed a sigh of relief as Liv rejected it.  “That’s disgusting.   Who dreams these things up?  I would never let my property do that.”  The bathroom attendant activity involved a slave being bound in a restroom to serve as the toilet or toilet paper or both.

“The slave Olympics do sound like fun,” the mistress observed.  “What do you think, Filly?”

The description of the slave Olympics convinced Felicity that it would definitely not be fun.  It might be sweaty and degrading, but it would not be fun.  “Maybe we should read all of them and come back, Mistress.”

Liv gave the breast in her hand a loving squeeze.  “Good girl.  You are so right.”

They read through the entire brochure together.  After awhile, however, it became difficult for Felicity to concentrate.  Liv had captured the nipple between finger and thumb and was playing with it.  She would idly roll it back and forth or stretch it away from Felicity’s chest which was very distracting for the slavegirl.  Pretty quickly, it seemed that her entire world revolved around her left breast.

In the end, Liv selected two activities.  It was too late in the day to get Felicity into the slave Olympics.  Besides, she detected that her slavegirl was not overly keen on the idea.  But she could still get in some training at the stables and then some more in the morning.  So, for her first activity, Felicity was to become a ponygirl.  For her second activity, she was to be sold.

“Mistress!” gasped the shocked slave.  “How could you?”

“I only want the best for you, love,” replied Liv.  “You had slavegirl fantasies.  I’m just trying to give you the best slavegirl experience I can.”  She continued toying with the nipple as she talked, which reduced Felicity’s ability to put together a coherent argument.  With her brain in such an addled state, she decided to cut her protest short.

The stable training was more humiliating than strenuous or difficult.  She had been attired in a bit and bridle and was shown how to walk and prance properly.  Then it was around and around the corral as one of the mistresses supervised her exercise.  A harsh buggy whipped provided her correction and encouragement and Felicity quickly mastered her lessons.

That night, the two owners and their slavegirl attended the auction and then took in a show.  Four slaves were sold that night.  A male and a female slave were auction off for twenty four hours each.  Another male slave was sold for a forty eight hour period.  The fourth one, a female, was sold permanently to a new owner and Felicity felt her blood run cold when the auctioneer banged the gavel to signal the end of the bidding and the sale of one human being to another.  Felicity knelt between her owners throughout the auction.

She found herself kneeling again at the show.  The two dominants were seated at a table and she knelt beside Liv’s chair.  Liv’s gentle hands stroked her cheek and squeezed her breasts, occasionally letting her fingers comb through the slave’s blonde tresses.

The show itself could have been an infomercial for the Spanish Inquisition.  One by one, slaves were brought onto the stage, only to be the victim of some cruel and sadistic torture.  A male slave was stretched painfully on the rack.  This rack, however, even had a rope that was fastened around the base of his balls so that, with each turn of the wheel, his arms and legs were stretched tighter but his balls were also stretched away from his body.  By the end of this segment, the slave was screaming wildly.  But Felicity saw that his cock was also rock hard and waving wildly in the air, causing her to wonder just how painful it really was.

A beautiful redhead was hung.  A burly master played the role of executioner, with black hood and all.  He fitted the noose around the slave’s neck and then turned a wheel, which slowly lifted the girl into the air.  She kicked and struggled as her face turned red.  Slowly, she was raised higher and higher.  Eventually, the girl’s face started to turn blue and her struggling became weaker and weaker.  Suddenly, the spotlight went out and the stage was plunged into darkness.  The curtain closed and the audience applauded.  Felicity was abhorred at the spectacle and felt nauseous over what she had just witnessed.

Another segment involved a slavegirl and a mistress.  The slave was bound to a cross that formed a gigantic “X” on the stage and she had a limb fastened to each of the arms of the cross, exposing her fully.  The entertainment, if could be called that, consisted of the mistress taking a series of long slender needles and pushing them slowly into the poor girl’s breasts.  It must have been very painful because the girl howled in agony each time a new needle was inserted.  By the end of the segment, each breast resembled a porcupine and, once again, the audience applauded.

They went for a swim after the show.  Thankfully, her hands were unbound and she was able to enjoy paddling around in the dark with her owners.  Liv took her to the shallow end and hiked herself up onto the edge of the pool to let Felicity service her.  Even though she had serviced her mistress several times already during her captivity, she never quite felt comfortable doing it.  After all, this was her best friend.  And Liv had changed their relationship from best friends to owner and slave.

James was ready again and draped Felicity over the edge of the pool after she had finished giving Liv an orgasm.  He entered her from behind easily and pumped for quite some time until he emptied his seed into her.  Why was she always so wet, she wondered.  It still baffled her.

After that, they went to bed sandwiching the slave between them.  The owners were soon sound asleep, leaving Felicity alone in the darkness again to wonder and worry about the upcoming auctions.

Chapter 11

The next morning found Felicity back at the stables.  It started off much the same as the day before with Felicity learning her steps and being corrected when she did something wrong.  By midmorning, she was moved to the next phase.

The training bit and bridle were replaced with more decorative show pieces.  Whereas the training bit was made of rubber, the show bit was metal with sharp barbs at the corners of her mouth.  This, she was told, was to make her responsive to the guidance of the reins.  An equally ornate harness was fitted around her body, showcasing her sex and circling her breasts tightly.

She could deal with that discomfort.  What she had difficulty with, however, was her tail.  Her bottom was lubed and then a plug was inserted.  Attached to the plug was a tail with hair that closely matched her own.  But the plug was huge.  It felt like she was being split in two as it was slowly pushed in and then felt enormous after it was firmly lodged in place.

After her ornamentation was complete, she was fastened between the rails of a cart with each rail being attached to a wide leather band that circled her waist uncomfortably tightly.  The training mistress had one last surprise.  Two bells were clamped to her tender nipples causing her to shriek out in pain as the tight jaws dug into her stiff little buds.  The mistress flicked each bell with her fingers causing them to tinkle and causing Felicity to shriek again.  Then the mistress checked the tail by tugging on it, sending more dull pain through the slavegirl’s body.  When the mistress was satisfied that all was ready, she climbed into the little cart and picked up the buggy whip.

“On” she commanded as she flicked the whip, catching the beautifully formed naked rump with a loud crack.  Felicity jumped forward, pulling the cart behind her.  “I think I have just hit bottom,” Felicity thought.  “This is the most humiliating thing I can imagine.”

“Remember your training, little one,” instructed the mistress after she had just abused the naked bottom again with the whip.  “Remember your pacing.”

Felicity raised her knees higher as she ran and must have assumed the proper form because the whippings stopped.  While the whipping was no longer painful, her breasts were filled with pain.  With her arms bound together behind her, she could not use her hands to support her breasts.  They jerked and bounced hectically on her chest and their wild activity soon consumed her attention.  Additionally, the harness seemed to constrict around her breasts over time, causing them to become distended and engorged.

She pulled the mistress for thirty minutes, passing people walking or sitting along the path.  Some of them smiled as they watched her prancing by but none of them commented.  Naked women pulling carts must be more common than she would have imagined.  Eventually, she felt the sharp barbs at the corners of her mouth being pulled back telling her to slow down and eventually stop.  The mistress got down, removed the bit and let her drink.  Then the mistress raised her hand, offering her two sugar cubes in her palm.  Felicity blushed as she realized that she was being treated like a horse but gratefully sucked the cubes into her mouth.

James was at the stables when the mistress steered the cart back to the barn.  Two grooms released Felicity and then removed her harness and bridle.  James watched as his slave was hosed down and then dried.

“She’s coming along very nicely,” the mistress said to him.  “If you ever consider selling her, I would buy her as a permanent addition to the stables.”

“Thank you for training her for us,” James replied.  “I don’t think we could ever sell her permanently.  But we are entering her in tonight’s auction for a day with a new owner.  You might want to bid on her.”

The mistress smiled.  “Yes, I might just do that.”

The last thing to be removed was the tail.  The plug emerged with an audible pop.  James watched as Felicity blushed again and saw that the girl’s little pucker remained gaping open.

“Do you have some place private where I can take her?” asked James.

“You may use her stall.  It’s not entirely private but it’s the best we have at the stables.”

“I’m sure it will do nicely.  Which one is hers?”

“It’s down on the left,” gestured the mistress.  “The one with her name on it.”

“Thank you,” said James as he attached the lead to Felicity’s collar.  Then he led the naked girl to the door with “Felicity” written in ornate gold script.

“Might as well take advantage of your training,” remarked James as he closed the door behind him and unfastened his pants.  He bent Felicity over the bench, grasped her hips and plunged his erect cock into her bottom with one swift motion.   Thankfully, Felicity had already been lubricated and stretched there by the plug so it was not painful to accommodate the man’s huge cock.  But it was extremely humiliating to be sodomized and she just closed her eyes as she fought back the tears.

Chapter 12

Felicity stood in line with three other girls and two men.  Each was to be sold.  Each wore a slender chain necklace with a tube dangling from the necklace.  She could see from the other tubes that they contained a piece of paper but she had no idea what it was for.

The first item auctioned off was a beautiful redhead.  She looked calm and serene and Felicity assumed that she had been in the lifestyle for awhile and was used to being sold.  It was as the girl was being led onto the stage that Felicity learned about the contents of the tube.  The necklace was removed by the auctioneer who then extracted the piece of paper.

“Lot number one is named Meredith.”  He read some details about the girl including her height, weight and measurements.  He described how she was being sold for a one week period and then read off a list of activities that were off limits.  Felicity realized that her tube contained the terms of her contract of sale and she wondered what was on the paper.

Meredith was sold quickly for a staggeringly high price.  Lot number two was petrified as he was led onto the stage.  He looked like a deer caught in the headlights as his details were shared with the bidders.  And he looked as if he would die when the auctioneer lifted his penis in his hand and stroked him to erection.  Eventually, he was sold.  Felicity was lot number three.

“Lot number three is named Felicity.  She is five feet four inches tall and 120 pounds.  She measures 36C-23-35 and has only been a slave for ten days.  So all of you who like fresh meat will have to get your checkbooks out tonight.”  Felicity turned beet red as the auctioneer lifted her breasts in his palms to show their size and firmness.  He turned her  in profile to the audience and then turned her back to the bidders, bending her at the waist and prying her bottom cheeks apart to display her there.

“Some limitations on this girl are as follows:  permanent marks, drugs and scat are off limits.  Otherwise, this beautiful slave is yours to do with as you please.”

“Gosh, that’s a short list,” thought Felicity.  She wasn’t sure what else she thought should be on the list but she was sure that there should be more.  She spotted James and Liv seated near the stage.  They both smiled proudly as if they were watching their child graduate from kindergarten.

The bidding went on for quite awhile and reached another staggering sum before the gavel called the bidding over.  Felicity was led off the stage and taken to meet her new owner.

“Even more beautiful up close,” smiled the older woman.  Her new owner introduced herself as Grace and appeared to be in her early forties.  “I just sold one of my girls for a week, so you will have to entertain me instead.  At least for the next twenty four hours you will.”

The paperwork was completed and then Grace led Felicity off into the darkness, using a leash that she had brought with her for that purpose.  When they arrived at Grace’s cottage, Felicity was surprised to see three other people already there.  Two slavegirls were bound to pillars on either side of the front door.  Both were naked and gagged with their binding ropes crisscrossing over their bodies and holding t hem tightly to their posts.  “They are being punished tonight,” Grace explained.

The third one as bound inside.  He was stretched tightly over a rounded wood form that spread him and put him totally on display.  His cock was erect and twitched slightly now and then.  Felicity could see moisture at the tip of the cock, indicating that he was aroused.  The confusing thing about this slave, however, was that he also had breasts..  Felicity glanced back and forth from the beautifully formed breasts to the large, masculine cock wondering how this could possibly be.

“Ted is also being punished,” Grace explained.  “Aren’t you, little one?”  She reached out and delicately stroked the stiff erection.  Ted nodded quickly and Felicity noticed that he too had a ball stuffed in his mouth to gag him just like the two females bound out front.  Grace moved her hands to Ted’s breasts and rolled the nipples back and forth, eliciting a moan past the gagged lips.

Felicity shook her head in disbelief at the display.  This man had breasts that most women would kill to have and Grace was nonchalantly toying with them.  It was all just so unreal to her.

It was late so Felicity was led to the bedroom.  She spent the next hour servicing Grace with her tongue until, after three orgasms, Grace pulled her onto the bed and snuggled with her latest acquisition until they both fell asleep.

The other three slaves apparently spent the night in their bound positions because they were still in their original positions when Felicity emerged from the bedroom.  Grace met her with a cup of coffee but had to hold it to her lips since she still had her hands bound behind her.  After taking a couple of sips, she found Grace’s lips upon her own and felt an arm around her hugging her tightly as Grace continued the kiss.

“So delicious,” murmured Grace.  “So innocent and delicious.  I have a full day planned and I can’t wait to sample everything you have to offer.”

The day consisted of sex, humiliation and tenderness.  Throughout the day, Felicity experienced one erotic embarrassment after another but had difficulty becoming angry with her new owner.  Grace’s words and expressions were filled with love and kindness.  It was almost as if Grace thought she was treating Felicity to wonderful new experiences that she would love, regardless of how degrading they were.

The first humiliation was the mounting of the she-male.  Felicity’s wrists were unbound and she was instructed to climb onto the frame above Ted.  Then the mistress grasped Ted’s cock and pushed down on Felicity’s lower back, guiding the large spear into her sex.  Once again, a cock slid easily into her and she wondered how she could be so constantly aroused in the midst of such depravities.

“Kiss his breasts,” Grace commanded.  “I could see last night how you admired them.”

Obediently, Felicity lowered her lips to a breast and kissed it.  “Suck on it.  It drives him crazy.”  Felicity complied and drew the nipple into her mouth feeling the bud stiffen.  Grace reached out and claimed Felicity’s right breast and squeezed it tenderly, letting her fingers glide from the base to the tip over and over again as if she were milking an udder.  Despite the humiliating appearances of being milked, Felicity found the sensations arousing and felt her body responding.

Soon, Grace moved to the other side and repeated the motions with the left breast.  As she milked that one, her hand slipped between the two bodies and Felicity felt fingertips grazing over her clitoris and stimulating it.  Within minutes, Felicity’s body tensed and she groaned as a powerful orgasm swept through her body.  She collapsed lifeless on the prone, bound she-male.

“That was wonderful,” announced Grace as she gave Felicity’s bottom a playful swat.  “Now off of him.  He isn’t allowed to climax anyways.”  Felicity heard Ted groan as she slid off of his pole and saw his eyes gazing pleadingly at her.

Next, she found herself upside down, suspended by her ankles, her legs spread wide, leaving her sex totally exposed and vulnerable and at about the level of Grace’s chest.  Grace started by using her tongue to stimulate Felicity’s sex, uttering words like delicious and succulent and divine.  She would drive Felicity to the edge of an orgasm and then spank the exposed sex with either her open hand o a small flexible leather paddle.  The first time this happened, Felicity squealed at the surprise but after the first spank, she just groaned each time her sex was abused.  She was brought to the edge of orgasm at least a dozen times and then found her pussy punished each time.  Finally, Grace did not return her mouth to the steamy sex but, instead, spanked it with her open hand over and over again.  After ten or so spanks, Felicity’s body erupted into the most powerful orgasm of her life.  She squealed again and then passed out.

When she awoke, she was lying on her back on the floor.  Grace was sitting on the floor at her side and was letting her hand drift lazily over the slavegirl’s body enjoying the feel of the smooth tight flesh that she had purchased the night before.

“I can see that your body does not like pain,” observed Grace.  “But you can be trained to appreciate it.  And I just love training new pets.”

“How can I climax from having my pussy whipped,” wondered Felicity to herself.  “Am I really being trained to be aroused by pain?”  Again, Grace was tender and just stroked the girl for a long time, comforting her and whispering what a good girl she was.  Despite the harsh treatment, Felicity found herself liking Grace.

Next, Felicity was taken to the pool.  She was never introduced to the bound female forms outside the front door but, in the daylight, she could see that the tags on their collars identified them as “Alana” and “Kelly.”  She wondered what they could have done to be so severely punished but decided that it was a question better left unasked.

At the pool, her humiliation continued.  She was naked but for the cuffs on her wrists and ankles but fortunately, her cuffs were unconnected, leaving her some freedom of movement.  Grace proved to be quite the socialite and she moved around the pool, talking to each of the dominants.  Felicity’s assignment was to kneel at each stop and service the master or mistress.  By the time they headed back to the cottage, Felicity had no idea how many gallons of sperm she had drunk or how many pussies she had tongued.  Again, it was all so surreal.

The final humiliation was by far the worst.  At the end of the day, with less than two hours to go before she would be returned to Liv and James, she found herself locked into a metal frame.  Her head was supported with her chin resting on a padded plate, causing her to stare forward.  Her bottom was raised and her thighs were spread, leaving her completely vulnerable in either orifice.  Even her breasts were vulnerable as they dangled beneath her captive body.

A small crowd had assembled at Grace’s cottage and Felicity saw that even James and Liv were there to witness whatever was about to happen to her.  Finally, Grace stood up and spoke glowingly about the slavegirl that she had purchased the night before.  She talked about how obedient and graceful and beautiful she was and how she would love to own her permanently some day if James and Liv ever decided to sell her.  This sent a chill down Felicity’s spine.  Then she announced that the entertainment was about to begin.  Felicity heard Liv gasp and saw that she was staring across the room to a point behind Felicity.  But Felicity’s bondage was so complete that she could not turn her head to see what had caused Liv to gasp.

The crowd hushed and everyone was looking behind Felicity.  She felt a light tickling on her inner thighs and felt a hot breath on her exposed slick petals.  Then she felt a tongue lapping at her sex followed by a cold wet spongy object touching her sex.  She heard a low growling sound and opened her eyes wide in surprise and fear.  She was about to be raped by a dog!!!

“Please, please, please, no, no, no!!” she pleaded.  She kept begging and babbling but to no avail as she felt the dog clamber onto her back with its forelegs wrapped tightly around her body.  She felt the slick pole jabbing at her between her legs and then groaned as it found the right spot, slicing into her owned body.  “Please, please, please, no, no, no,” she whimpered.

Live looked on with a combination of fascination and horror.  The huge Great Dane was covering Felicity’s body and she saw the massive canine cock gliding in and out of the slavegirl.  The powerful beast held the girl tightly and nipped at her golden hair.  Liv watched as spectators milled about, petting dog and girl alike, treating them both equally as pets.  Her gaze kept returning to the red spear that kept pounding into her slavegirl’s body and eventually had to get out of her chair when other milling spectators blocked her view.  She knelt beside the bound girl and reached beneath her to stroke her swollen clitoris as she kept her eyes glued to the red shaft.  The dog finally stiffened and let out a little whimpering sound indicating that he had deposited his seed inside his human bitch.  Liv kept stroking Felicity’s clit as the other onlookers joined in bringing pleasure to the bound girl.  A woman knelt at Felicity’s head and showered her face with little kisses.  Men knelt on either side of her and stroked her breasts, milking her as Grace had done earlier in the day and rolling her nipples back and forth.  A man knelt at her legs and caressed her thigh as a woman did the same thing on the other side.  Eventually, the dog slipped out of the slavegirl and the six people kept stroking and caressing and kissing.  Within minutes of the dog’s exit, Felicity’s body erupted in another orgasm, again more powerful than any she had ever experienced.

“I’m so sorry, little one,” said Liv.  She had her arm around Felicity’s waist as she guided her slavegirl back to the room at the end of the evening.  “I guess we should have had a longer list.”

“It’s okay, Mistress,” replied a slightly dazed Felicity.  “Who was to know?”

“It’s okay?” thought Felicity.  “It’s okay?  What am I saying?  How can it be all right?  I was beaten!  I had sex with a she-male!  I was raped by a dog!  And my mouth was used like a sperm bank by who knows how many people!  And I just said it’s okay.  What has gotten into me?”

James walked behind the pair, admiring the movement of two exquisite female bottoms, one covered by a sarong and one naked.  He had already enjoyed the naked bottom once and knew he had to have her there again.

Chapter 13

“Oh my gosh it was so erotic!” gushed Liv at breakfast the next morning.  “I know you probably hated it but it was so damned hot!  I thought I was going to climax just from watching it.  I’ll never forget that.”  Liv was wearing a sarong around her waist but was otherwise naked, leaving her breasts exposed to Felicity’s view.  Felicity was, as usual, completely naked.  Not even cuffs adorned her flawless flesh.

“I’m glad you liked it, Mistress,” said Felicity as she stared into her coffee.

“You had to like it at least a little, “ Liv went on.  “It was just so erotic.”

“It was very humiliating, Mistress.  I did like the attention that everyone gave me.  It was very flattering.  But I’m not sure that I want to do it with another dog.”

They had gone to bed immediately after arriving back at the room and Felicity was asleep before her head even hit the pillow.  Liv never got a chance to learn about the rest of Felicity’s enslavement.  She was full of questions.  By the time Felicity finished answering all of the questions and fully describing her previous day, Liv was so worked up hat she had to have he slavegirl service her to settle down.

The phone rang and Liv took the call.  Felicity listened to a lot of “uh huhs” and other brief responses trying to figure out who was on the other end.  After she heard Liv say, “I’m glad you enjoyed her,” Felicity assumed that Grace had called.  But it was when she heard “I’m sure she would love to,” spoken by Liv that she was filled with dread.

“That was Grace,” Liv informed her girl after she hung up.

“Yes Mistress.”

“She wants to borrow you for the afternoon.”

“Oh god!” gasped Felicity.

Liv laughed.  “Don’t worry.  No dogs are involved.  Ponies this time.”

Felicity’s eyes grew wide with fear, causing Liv to laugh again.  “Ponygirls,” the mistress went on.  “Grace entered a team in the races.  But one of her girls pulled a muscle.  She wants to borrow you as a replacement.”

Felicity found herself back at the stables an hour later.  That was when she was finally introduced to Alana.  She did not have time to chat with the beautiful slavegirl.  The grooms had already fitted her with her bit and other tack and they worked quickly to get Felicity into her tack.  Then they were led outside and attached to a cart.  Grace worked them easily for the next forty five minutes, focusing mostly on form and getting the girls used to working together.  Then they ran their first race.  They did not win but they did well enough to race in the finals later that day.  After the qualifying heat, they were taken back to the stables, stripped of their tack, hosed down and dried.  Then they were locked together in Felicity’s stall.

“I’m so sorry,” said Felicity after they were alone.  “I’m so inexperienced and you are so graceful.  You could have won if you had a better partner.”

“Hush girl,” whispered Alana who then kissed her partner to keep her silent.  The kiss lingered and Felicity started to feel all tingly inside.  Alana wrapped her arms around Felicity and pulled he to the floor, cuddling with her.  “You did great.  I love running with you.”

The two girls chatted and got to know each other better.  Felicity described how he vacation had turned out a bit differently than she expected.  Alana described how she had become a slave and what her life as a permanent slave to Grace was like.

“So you see,” said Alana, “I was claimed too.  Just like you.  Now we should rest up for the next race.”  Alana turned Felicity so that they could spoon together and reached around her to cup and hold her partner’s breast in her hand.  Then they drifted off to sleep.

They did not win but they did come in second.  Grace was ecstatic and James and Liv were glowing proudly as Grace led the two girls to Felicity’s owners.  “You have the makings of a champion here,” Grace announced.  “She did wonderfully.”

James was given the leads after the girls were detached from the cart and led them back to the stables to be groomed.  Then he took them to Felicity’s stall and took advantage of their bottoms having been lubed and stretched by their plugs.  He bent both girls over the bench and moved back and forth between them, taking them anally until he couldn’t take it any longer.  He finally lost his load deep in Alana’s bowels.

The girls were left together and James went back to the room to take a nap and recover.  The girls chatted some more and cuddled as they did.  Felicity really liked Alana a lot and the feeling was mutual to Alana.  Alana said that she hoped that they would see each other again.  Liv and Grace collected the girls later and took them back to their respective homes.

A week later, Felicity was at her kitchen table.  The day after the races, James and Liv had released her.  Her vacation was over and she was put on the plane with her slavegirl memories.  Putting on clothes after two weeks of enforced nudity had felt strange but trying to fly home naked would have gotten he in trouble.

Even now, wearing clothes felt odd to her.  There was a blizzard outside but Felicity sat at the table naked, having turned up the heat to keep herself comfortable.  She kept fingering the business card, turning it over and over again.

“Grace offered to buy you,” Liv informed Felicity on the day she was released.  Felicity’s pulse quickened upon hearing the words but she did not know if it was from fear or anticipation.  “But we told her that we did not own you.  Well, we do own you but your vacation ends to day so we are releasing you.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Felicity.  “Thank you.”

“She really wants you, though.  She was willing to pay a huge price for you.”

“How much?”

“Well, remember the first night at the auction when one of the girls was sold permanently?”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Felicity.  She remembered the staggering sum that was paid for the girl.

“That was only a small fraction of what Grace offered for you.  Add a couple of zeroes behind that price and you will get close to what she is willing to pay to own you.”

Felicity gasped at the revelation.

“She said she wanted you to become one of her princesses.  She has several.  And one princette, whatever that means.”

“She must be referring to Ted,” replied Felicity.  “He’s sort of halfway between prince and princess.”

Ever since boarding the plane, she had thought of very little else other than her time in slavery and Grace’s offer.  Liv had given her Grace’s cad and told her that, if she wanted to take Grace up on her offer, then she should call her.  Felicity stared again at the card.

“She even wants me,” Liv had informed her.  “It’s not real practical with a husband and all.  But I told her I would like to take her up on it on a temporary basis.”

Felicity gasped.  “You are going to be her slavegirl?”

“Yes.  On a now-and-then basis.  You can’t being having all of the fun, you know.  I’m going up there next month, in fact.  I’m so excited.  I can’t wait!”

Felicity stared at the card one more time and then picked up the phone, dialing a number.  “Hi.  This is Felicity.  May I be one of your princesses?”

The End