Chapter 3
I sensed that the day would be something special. We had a light breakfast before Betty sent me to my room. "There are some things there for you to put on."
There was nothing more than a wrap around skirt and a blouse. I put them on and went back to Betty. She was holding the car keys. That was fast. We can go now." She told the girls to behave themselves and we left.
We went to a hairdresser that I had not used before. We were met at the door by an oriental woman who told me in broken English that she would take my skirt. I looked at Betty who nodded that I should give it to her. The blouse covered me only to my waist so I was concerned about being naked from there down but I gave her my skirt.
We followed her to a little cubicle, passing a couple of others that had people getting their hair done. They could see me through the mirrors. I wanted to walk more quickly.
The girl put me in a chair. Without a word, she put straps across my arms and then she lifted my legs and strapped them wide apart. I had to sit on the edge of the chair with my legs folded back to leave my cunt exposed. Betty looked at it and smiled. "My, how that thing is going turn on the men and even a few women." She held up a mirror for me to see how open my hole was. Even my ass-hole was open.
I sat there facing the door, feeling more and more embarrassed. There was no curtain over the doorway so anyone passing by could see my private parts.
A man came bustling in. Now what! I wondered. What would be his move between my open thighs. But the minute he began to talk, I knew he would not want any part of me. I was relieved to learn that he was as gay as they came.
He tilted the chair back until my head was resting on the sink. He turned on the water and began to wash my hair. Then the girl came back. She got down between my legs and began to wash my cunt hair. I felt her rubbing the soap into it. She was having an effect on me but I paid attention to the man. I didn't care to have an orgasm right there in an almost public place.
He took plenty of time. He massaged my scalp and added more shampoo. If it had not been for the girl between my legs, I could have fallen asleep.
I was almost totally relaxed when I felt the razor on my cunt hair. I felt it move very quickly and expertly. It seemed that she was through shaving me in a matter of seconds. Then she put some scented oil on me. She started to massage the entire area. I never felt anything like it. Her fingers were so skilled that I couldn't believe it. I tried to ignore her but it was impossible. Never once did her finger penetrate me more than a fraction of an inch nor did it remain longer than a small part of a second. I tried to hold still, but my hips began to move with her touch. She stopped and reached up to buckle straps across my thighs holding my legs even tighter to the chair arms and then put a strap across my hips. I wondered what was becoming of me. Here I was being masturbated in public and I loved it so much that I had to be strapped down. There was nothing like a good cum but there had to be some control. I seemed to have lost it completely. Only my hot pussy concerned me.
The girl got back to her massaging. I could not assist but I could enjoy the intense feelings that seemed to build very slowly and reach one higher degree of emotion after another but without going over the top reach an orgasm. I looked at
Betty who was standing over me. My eyes were glazed with pleasure and my nipples were hurting. I sobbed in joy. She put her hand on my breasts and held it firmly. The hair dresser seemed to be in another world. He didn't pay any attention to my state but continued to wash and rinse my hair.
She reached for more oil, pouring it over my burning cunt. It ran down the crack of my ass and over the hole. The girl caught it with her fingers and slipped one inside of me. I let out a moan of pleasure. I had never been taken so high and so close to an orgasm without actually having one. The girl was unreal. She ignored my moans and feeble attempts to move my ass.
The hairdresser said that he was ready. The girl touched me and my cum began. It seemed to pulse on forever I didn't care who heard me sobbing in pleasure or who watched my juices flow so freely from my cunt. The girl left as though nothing had happened-but to me, plenty had happened. I had just had one of the strongest cums of my life. I was too weak to move. When he set the chair upright, I didn't even notice. Nor did I care that a couple of people were standing near the door talking. I ws in the most euphoric mood of my life. At that moment, the whole world could have looked at my pussy, I would not have minded in the least.
"Isn't she a jewel?" Bennie said as he combed and snipped my hair. "She is a divorcee, poor thing. She lives in a room upstairs all by herself."
I was watching him doing this and that to my hair without having told him how I wanted it. I didn't bother because Betty probably had already told him. Miko came scurrying back into the room carrying a face cloth. The washed my cum soaked cunt very gently, and then added some powder. She pulled up a small stool and began to work on my nails. She unstrapped one arm while she worked on them. When she finished with it, she strapped it again and did the same to the other.
Our eyes met a few times. She smiled very sweetly. When I stuck out my tongue to tell her that I would like to eat her, she blushed and lowered her eyes but then raised her head and smiled. I hoped that it was something between us and not a usual customer to employee relationship.
When she finished, she gave my nails another look and then ran her hand lightly over my cunt. I was sorry to see her leave.
I had not noticed that Bennie finished my hair until he held it up. It was formed into a ring and when he pulled up, the weight was evenly distributed. There was a small plastic ring inside of it to keep it in place.
The novelty amused me until I realized that he was finished. "I can't wear anything like that," I told Betty.
"You have to. It's orders for you. If you don't then you may regret it."
They unstrapped me. I asked Betty for ten dollars. She didn't question me but handed it to me. When Miko returned, I gave it to her. She looked at my hairless cunt. I was curious myself so we both examined my reflection in the mirror. There was nothing there other than a small slit. God, how naked can a woman be?
Miko put my skirt on me. She wouldn't allow me to do it myself. She was at least four inches shorter than I so I had to bend low to kiss her lips. She didn't back away. We held each other, not minding that Betty and Bennie were watching us.
I left reluctantly but I vowed that I would see her again.
We stopped at a supermarket. I protested to Betty about my hair, but she wasn't about to hear any of my objections.
As we walked up and down the aisles, a couple of women saw my hair. They nodded to me that they knew. There was no amusement in their expressions. I felt a bond grow between us. Another woman touched my arm and whispered to me that it would be alright. Their attitude had me more curious than the way my hair was fixed.
Betty had me strip out of the skirt and blouse. Nancy and Francine were overtaken by my shaved cunt. I had to admit it made me feel sexy. I thought that it looked better when my legs were closed rather than the required foot. It was neater looking without my clit sticking out, which it did when my legs were apart.
That's enough prancing. It's time to get her ready," Betty told the girls.
They took me to another room where Betty had set out all of the things to get me ready.
First I had to put on a pair of highly polished black boots that zipped up the sides. The heels were at least five inches. I could hardly walk in them. They would have been beautiful if they had not had the extra straps near my ankles and at the top.
Nancy put a wide leather belt around my waist. It was about eight inches wide and it rode just above my hips. It buckled in back. Francine squeezed my waist while Nancy closed the three buckles.
"I can't breathe. It's too tight. Look at my skin. It's all crinkled up."
That's the way it's supposed to be, you turkey. You aren't going to a prom you know," Nancy said with phony sarcasm.
They each held a long leather glove for me to stick my arms in. When my fingers reached the end, I found a rubber thing. My hand wrapped around it inside the glove. It felt like a hard dick. The gloves reached over my elbows, and like the boots they had a lot of extra straps.
Nancy held up another long strap for me to see. There were two large dildos hanging from it. "You have to bend over a little for me to get these things inside you."
"Aren't they too big?"
"No. You're lucky we talked her out of the real large one she wanted to use for your rear hole."
I bent over and Nancy shoved the dildos inside. The ends of the straps were connected front and back. "You look lovely. Do you want us to start the motors?"
"No thank you. I've had enough for a little while."
I looked at the strap in front. It was buried in my pussy lips. The fake cocks filled me but they would never replace Miko's hands.
Nancy put a studded collar on me and then hooked a chain to the iron ring. Francine brought out a couple of clamps and put them on my nipples. They hurt so I reached up and unclamped them.
"Oh my. Look what you have gone and done. I guess well have to do something about that."
They tied the leather thongs around the fingers of the gloves, keeping my hand over the rubber cocks. Then my arms were pulled back and the straps at the elbows and wrists were buckled shut. It was a good thing that I could touch my elbows since I spent so much time that way. Nancy took the strap at the end of the gloves and threaded it through a ring on the crotch strap. Before she pulled it tight, she pushed the buttons on the dildos and they started to vibrate. Then she pulled on the strap, pulling it so tight I felt like I was being cut in two. The dildos were pulled out of place and were straining against my holes and something was pinching me just near the bottom most part of my pussy.
I told her it was too tight but she said that they would be punished if every strap wasn't as tight as they could get it. They said they were sorry but they were helpless to do anything else.
I was crying when the put the clamps back on my nipples. The pinched me severely. I sniffed but made no further protest. Francine attached small chains to the clamps and then up to two other rings on my collar. She pulled my tits up until they were misshapen and the chains were taut. If I tried to ease the pain around my cunt by holding my shoulders down in back, the chain pulled more harshly on my tits.
Nancy shoved a gag shaped just like a real cock in my mouth. I had to open as wide as I could to take it. In a few minutes my jaw was aching. The gag covered my lower face, leaving only my nose and the end of my chin exposed. It was locked in back of my head. They walked around me, inspecting their work. I was in misery. They ignored my tears.
They made me walk to the other room.
Each stop was adding more pain. Whatever was pinching me was now intense. My nipples were on fire.
They placed me under a chain that was hanging from the ceiling. There was a hook on the end of it but it didn't register at first.
The girls got on the floor and buckled my legs together. There were straps in front and back. Only one was necessary to hold me but four of them were used.
Then Betty came up and put the ceiling hook through the ring in my hair. She went to the wall and pushed a button. The chain pulled up, pulling severely my hair. She didn't stop until only my toes were on the floor. Everything hurt. They left me alone like that for a couple of minutes.
When they returned, they were naked except for Betty who wore a pair of boots. All of them had on collars which had long chains hanging from the front. The other girl whom I had seen only when I had first arrived was also there.
They formed a row sitting on their feet. Their eyes were closed and their mouths were open. They looked like slave girls.
The door opened. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my husband!
He was wearing a leather jacket and leather trousers. The girls bowed lower, putting their heads on the floor.
Betty and the other girl got up and unzipped the jacket trousers. They fell away from him. He stood naked. His cock was rigid. The girls took up their positions again, kneeling with open mouths. He stepped in front of the first girl and stuck his cock in her mouth. He kept it there for a moment or two and then moved to the next one. Each girl sucked but kept her hands folded in back, then he came to Betty. She sucked. Her head was bouncing up and down on the long shaft. I had no idea what was going on but I was jealous that he should be using another woman. It wasn't fair. I watched until I saw her swallow his cum.
He removed his dick from her mouth only after it had shrunk. Then he had her follow him. The walked over to me and looked me over like they were buying cattle.
"Make sure you take her to Margo's. Let her see was disobedience can bring."
"Should Margo have her?"
"No. Just let her see," he answered.
"You may loosen the straps, but leave her there for awhile. She should learn to endure."
He and Betty talked together while he was getting dressed. I could hear most of their conversation which wasn't supposed to be. They made references to Miko. He didn't have any objections; in fact he seemed pleased telling her that I should have some company.
Without a word to me, he left. The girls got up and they all laughed. It was like they had received passing grades on an exam.
I was lowered to the floor and the hook was removed from my hair. Then she undid the crotch strap, letting it hang loose in front of me, and then unclamped the nipples. My arms and legs remained tightly strapped but I was thankful for the removal of the things between my legs and on my tits.
Nancy brought up a chair for me to sit down. I welcomed the chance to sit down. The straps on my arms and legs didn't seem so bad but I wished she had removed the gag.
"Now I can tell you what is going on. This is a master and slave community. Everybody here is either a master or slave." Betty hesitated, to let the words sink in.
"You are the first woman in over ten years who did not volunteer to come here or who was born here. You should feel honored.
"The entire area in the valley and the surrounding hills are owned by the community or by an individual. They allow only the people with the same sexual appetites as those who live here. If others try to move in, no one will sell them any land or even rent to them. It is a very close group. So close in fact that most slaves are available to masters anytime they wish to have them.
"Each slave is identified by a neck chain with a little pendent. It tells the master what the slave is available for. Some for strict bondage and of course fucking, some for whipping, and some for painful bondage, which means the slave is a shade toward masochism.
"Now that you are almost a full fledged member, I'll show you some of the things that you have not seen or noticed. But that will come in time.
"Your husband is the chairman of the discipline board, which puts him in a very high position. His word is almost law."
I couldn't believe what she was saying. If anything like that were taking place I would certainly have seen it. I shook my head.
"It's true. How do you think you have been kept here for almost a month? You're husband wasn't away. He used that as an excuse for you to come here. He's been very busy preparing a surprise for you.
"Tomorrow morning ill take you to Margo's place. Then we'll stop at some other places for you to see them. Just like the hairdresser and the boutique. Do you think they are an accident? They wouldn't be able to exist in a normal locality."
She had me stand up once more and my hair was hooked to the ceiling but thankfully, she didn't attach the clamps or the crotch strap. I had to remain there well into the night. It wasn't so bad. They turned the television around for me to watch it with them. I had no chance to vote on which program to watch.
The put me to bed late at night. My arms were almost numb. I didn't notice when they tied my legs open. I thought about the day and what Betty had told me. It was a strange place but there was still Miko. I needed to see her again.
Before now, sex was something to do when a husband and wife got in bed at night. It was somewhat pleasant but not worth the trouble of taking off my clothes. I didn't give it a second thought. Other things occupied my time and mind. Now there was a different emotion. My thoughts were on my next piece of male meat, or on a female tongue. Desires of sex which had for so long remained dormant had now come to the forefront with a vengeance. It was though they were driving to make up for lost time.
The ropes on my knees reminded me that my legs were in a position for anyone to get between them. The thought excited me. I opened them wider, hoping someone would come during the night.
The following day, Betty had me dress in a thin blouse and a tennis skirt. It barely covered my ass. She gave me a very thin and brief pair of white panties. They were so thing that my shaved slit could be seen without using any imagination. It was embarrassing as usual. No matter how often I was fucked or how many people saw me when I was bound, I could never get over having people look at me when I was almost naked.
We drove directly to Marge's house. She greeted us like we were neighborhood wives on a routine visit. We had some coffee and chatted. I sat in a normal position but Betty reminded me of the rule to keep my legs wide apart. Margo acted as though she didn't notice my shaved cunt which was now visible to her. Whether I wanted it or not, the open leg stance made me horny. My mind wandered to my pussy. I had to concentrate on what they were talking about or they would have known.
We went into her punishment room. "Four of the girls volunteered to show you what it's like. The fifth girl is here because she missed classes two days," Margo explained.
I was speechless when I saw how they were being punished. They had to be in more agony than I had suffered at the hands of Betty.
The first girl was on her hands which were two feet apart. She was leaning back and their hands were tied to her ankles. There were pins through her pointed nipples and strings had been tied from the pins to the ceiling. Her breasts were grotesquely stretched. There was a stand under her ass that was filled with sharp needles. She had a large ring in her mouth to keep her from talking. She could not have stopped anyone from putting anything in it.
"This is Irene," Margo began to narrate.
"This position is mainly to punish her cunt, or the underside of her tits. A small riding crop could be used very nicely and she could not move a muscle without hurting herself. She has to stay exactly as she is and take every blow. I'll show you." Margo told the girl that she was going to whip her pussy to be ready for it. The girl answered with a grunt. Margo swung and even knowing the blow was coming she couldn't keep from moving her ass back an inch or so causing it to impale the tender skin on the many points that stood waiting for it. She assumed her upright position very quickly.
Margo released the girl. She stood and began rubbing her cunt like she was playing with herself. "Oh, did that sting." She laughed not caring that the three of us were watching her.
"I'm sorry, darling, but I had to show them how it was done., " Margo cooed.
"Do you need me for anything else?"
"Yes, you can help me untie the tethers after Jane and Betty have seen them. Maybe one of them will need a good licking, if you know what I mean."
"Oh goody," the girl said, laughing and moving her tongue over her lips.
The next girl was tied standing. Her wrists were tied together and pulled high. Her legs were a couple of feet apart. She was leaning as far forward as she could. There was a piece of strong twine tied to her wrist cuffs, up to a pulley overhead, over to another pulley that was halfway up the wall, and then to her cunt where it was tied to a couple of pins that had stuck in her clit. "This is Gloria. She is demonstrating the position for a girl to have her ass thoroughly whipped. You notice that we like to give them their choice of remaining still or suffering in another part of their body, like in Gloria's case. When I hit her ass, she either stays still or she could pull the pins right through her clit. I'm going to hit you now, darling. Be ready." Margo struck the poor girl about as hard as she could. The girl screamed but did not move.
"Irene, you can release her now if you would, please. Make sure you comfort her."
Irene quickly moved to release her, but she forgot her ankle bindings in her haste to get her tongue in Gloria's cunt. It didn't appear that either of them noticed. Gloria held the girl's head and moved her hips in time with Irene's tongue.
Good Lord! I thought. The whole place is nothing more than one big sex scene. It .must be true. Everyone must be in on it. But remembering my own desires, I guess they had the same attitude I had, take it where you can get it.
The next girl was strapped to a wooden man. She was hanging onto its head with her unbound arms. Only a thin strap around waist kept her from getting off of it. When we got closer, I could see the huge dildo that was sticking out of it and into her cunt. "This is Laurie, showing us what happens to a girl who is less than enthusiastic when she has a master's cock in her little pussy. She has nowhere to put her feet so she must hold onto them if she doesn't want the appendage from going in too far. After a few hours on it, she will have a nice change of attitude particularly with the rough surface of the chest area. It can be very hard on the soft skin of a girl's breasts." I felt the surface. She was right. It was rough on my hand so I knew how it would feel on her breasts. Margo went behind the wooden man and pulled on a handle. The cock disappeared. Laurie held on tightly while the strap was unbuckled. Then she dropped to the floor like nothing had happened.
"It's too bad it doesn't vibrate or it could be a lot of fun," Laurie said. I looked at her tits that had been rubbing against the rough wood. They were very red on the underside but she didn't pay much mind to them.
"Don't they hurt?" I asked her.
"Not much, at least not as much as some of the other things they do to them. I should have been born a little smaller up there; then I wouldn't have so many people interested in them." She noticed Irene between Gloria's legs. She laughed. "Look at that girl, would you? Nobody could keep up with her. She doesn't care if it's cock or cunt, they're all the same to her, just as long as she can use her mouth on it."
"Is she any good?" I asked her, thinking about Miko and wanting the answer to be positive so fewer people would want to have my Miko.
"Yes, she's plenty good but she doesn't know when to stop."
We moved on to the next girl. She was strapped flat to the floor. Her arms were at her sides and her legs were together. There was a large gag in her mouth that was connected to the floor at the sides of her head instead of the normal behind the head method. She was moving her ass up and down a couple of inches. She was clean shaven just like I was. Her cunt was nothing more than a slit but it fascinated me. I wanted to see more of it. Why in the world was I interested in cunts? Was I letting out some lesbian traits? I didn't know.
"This is Sandy. She's on a machine for women who show any reluctance to have their asses banged. You can't see it, but there is a nice fat dildo in her ass. It gets real wide the further down on the shaft it goes until it's as big around as a man's hand. Believe me. it can really hurt. I tested it when they first installed it. It's only on part way now so she isn't getting the full thrust but you can see that she's moving with it to keep it from going in to far. How much are you taking now, my sweet?" The girl signaled with her fingers that two or three inches were going inside her.
Margo called Irene over to us. She got up from her position between Gloria's legs. "You can take the strap out of Sandy's mouth if you wish," Margo told her.
I started to move away, but Margo held me and nodded with her head that I should watch Irene. I turned to see Irene undoing the strap and then stepping over Sandy's face. She held her cunt lips open. There was no objection coming from her. She put out her tongue, holding it out like a small cock while Irene rocked her hips on it. Margo laughed. "Don't forget to release her once you're finished."
The fifth girl was stretched up on her toes. Her wrists and elbows were tied together in front of her. There was a rope going to the ceiling, through a pulley and down to a hook that was embedded deep in her ass. The rope was tight. She had a steel clamp on her tongue. She had whip marks from her ass to her knees which were tied tightly together.
"This young lady refused a master. She had a lame excuse that she was in a hurry. It turns out that she didn't use her time properly. So now she must remain there for four hours. She'll think twice about watching soap operas when she should be working."
She remained there but the other girls followed us. We all gathered in the kitchen while Margo made some coffee for the mob. A couple of girls welcomed me to the club. They were so friendly and open. They didn't have a devious bone in their body. I thoroughly enjoyed their company. I felt like I was on the fringe of a sorority.
"When will she be ready to join our bowling team?" Irene asked Betty.
"Bowling team! When do you have time to bowl? I didn't know it was possible to throw a ball while your face was buried in some girl's snatch." Margo interjected. They all laughed.
"In a couple more weeks. Then she can do whatever he allows. But I have to tell you, I think she has a lover," Betty said. I wondered what she meant.
"She has her eyes on Miko and it seems mutual."
"Oh ho! She's had you in the chair, has she?" Gloria teased. I blushed and nodded.
"She's had all of us at one time or another. I can't say that I blame you. She is talented enough to make you as happy as any man."
"I'm sure you can make a man happy with that body of yours," Sandy said, looking at me. "Come on. Let's see what you're hiding under that blouse and skirt." The other girls joined in. I looked at Betty. She nodded that I should get out of my clothes. I stood up but Margo told me to get up on the table. I blushed but climbed up.
"Strip for us. Take it off, take it all off." It didn't take long to get naked. There wasn't that much on. The girls looked up from their sitting positions. I turned around for them to look at me. Even with four of them stark naked, I was still ashamed to show off my body. Their eyes bored into my cunt like they had never seen one before.
One of the girls put on some music. The others insisted that I dance for them. It was too much. My face turned red. When I heard Betty's voice among them, I began to dance. I moved with the music not knowing what kind of a dance I was doing, but they applauded me efforts. When the music ended, they put me on my back with my legs over the edge of the table. My legs were held open while the four of them took turns eating me.
"Whee. I don't think I could put up with that very often. My legs are weak." Betty helped me to me feet. I felt like I belonged. I was sorry that I couldn't be with them instead of having to undergo more training.
Irene went out for a second and came back with her clothes. She slipped a tight T-shirt over her head and then stepped into a pair of jogging shorts. The shirt made her nipples look longer than they were. The shorts were slit up to her hips and the crotch was cut very short and loose. When she stood with her weight on one foot, her hair was showing.
Margo handed her a necklace. "You don't have to wear this anymore today."
"I don't mind. I never have any trouble with it."
"Of course not. You love it when some man stops you in the street and takes you to his car where you can suck him off.
"She puts marks on her bed like gun fighters put notches on their guns."
"She uses her own code. A straight line for one up her snatch, and O for one in her mouth, and an X for one up her ass."
Irene was laughing as hard as the rest of us. When she could stop for a second she added: "I used to, but the headboard fell apart."
The happy mood prevailed as we said goodbyes. The only difference between them and other coffee groups was that when they said goodbye, they kissed with passion and put their hands on private parts.
"Are you beginning to believe me now?" Betty asked as we drove off.
"In a way, I suppose. But a few people do not make a whole community."
"We'll stop at the store. You follow me and look at the women instead of the shelves. See how many wear the chain and how they are dressed."
She was right. Every woman I saw was wearing only skimpy things, like low cut blouses that exposed their tits when they bent over, or showed their asses, or even their pussy hair. They stood with their legs apart without thought. It was a natural thing or a habit. Only a couple of women were dressed to any degree of modesty and they were the employees. In fact, I didn't see one man there. I asked Betty about it.
"This is run entirely by women, just like most of the places in town. It makes a small profit which goes to the Community Services Office."
"What is that?"
"It's like a department in any county, but instead of handling building permits and dog licenses like most of them, it keeps track of the money, the people, entertainment, and just about everything we need. I'll take you there and show it to you."
We stopped at a single story office building and were greeted by a very cheerful receptionist. She called someone on the phone and told them we were outside to see them. She hung up and told Betty and me to go right in. She made sure Betty knew the way and offered to show her if she didn't.
The inner office looked normal with its rows of desks and computer terminals, and the clacking typewriters, but there was a girl standing in front of a copy machine with her back to us. She was naked from the waist down. Only her garter straps and sheer stockings covered her.
Betty knocked on a door and we went in at the invitation of a female voice. There was a woman sitting against the front of a desk with her fashionable dress pulled up to her hips. There was a man on his knees with his face buried in her cunt. His head bobbed up and down. The woman smiled at us. "Betty. I'm so glad you stopped by. This must be Jane. I'm so happy to meet you. Come closer, my dear. Let me see you."
She put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She was really sincere. She held me at arms length. "My, they didn't lie to me. You are a beauty." She hugged me again. She seemed to have forgotten the man between her legs. I looked at him. "Would you like to try him?" I didn't answer. I was too astounded.
"Have you ever had a man do it to you?" I really didn't know because I had been blindfolded except when Nancy or Francine did it. I looked at Betty.
"Not really. Only a few licks but never fully satisfied."
"Well then, you have to try it." She moved away from the man who knelt there with his head down. She put me against the desk and raised my skirt. She told me to take off my panties. The man moved between my legs. He ate me while they looked on. It was my fifth or sixth orgasm that day and it was only noon.
She told the man to leave. Then I noticed that he was naked from the waist. His cock was long and hard. "You may jerk off, Robert, but you have to do it in front of the others," she called after him.
Greta explained what her office did. "We keep track of every person in town. like you for instance. I merely push a couple of buttons and your name shows up." I looked at the terminal. It read: "Jane T, female slave trainee, wife of T.T., light discipline, strict bondage, very shy if not bound, anal training, friend of Miko M, will be chained with category 3A."
"It doesn't need much explanation does it?"
"What does anal training mean?"
"That only means that you are much too tight there and that's where he wants you to be used. It gives him a perverse pleasure. Since you are a shy person, having to have a man stick his thing up there adds to the humiliation."
"What is 3A?"
"That means that any master or mistress can use you any place they wish. If they want to keep you longer than a normal or routine banging, the master must call us to verify your status. All of the details haven't been completed but they will be by the time you finish your training."
I didn't know what to say. She saw my puzzlement and pushed a couple more buttons, showing me people that I had met, like Irene and Gloria. It was a tool for scheduling fucking. It was more unbelievable than before. It was literally a fucking computer.
She pushed a button on her telephone and told the girl answering to come in. The girl popped in. "Jean this is Jane, why don't you take her across the street to the cafe and have a coke. I want to talk to Betty for a few minutes."
She was also naked from the waist down. She smiled and took my hand like we were off to Disneyland. She got her skirt and away we went.