My life changed the day that I met Molly on an online virtual world. Oh, my name is Arin, by the way. She and I have been friends for a long time, and she's helped me many times. We have a common interest and I consider her my Mistress in that virtual world. She's earned my respect and trust. In my real life I tend towards the kinkier side of things, but outwardly you'd never know it. Miss Molly knows and honors that about me, and from a long distance, helps me fulfill my needs.

One day she asked, "Arin, would you like to visit me in real life and be my slave for a week or two? I know you've been seeking a real life Mistress, so this would be one way for you to experience having one. Please think it over." This offer really got to me. I'd never met her in real life but the idea excited me. That night I couldn't sleep and the idea of a real BDSM adventure intrigued me. The next time we met up in the virtual world, I told her, "I'm really excited about the idea of visiting you, Miss Molly. My vacation time is coming up, so if the dates work, I could spend two weeks with you."

We settled on those dates, and Molly said, "I have some rules that you must follow, dear." Then she laid them out carefully and made sure I understood them.

I simply confirmed at work that I was taking my vacation days, and was quite vague about what I might be doing during that time. All was set -- the two weeks were blocked off.

As the date grew closer, Miss Molly reminded me about the conditions of our meeting. Over time, I'd told her about my small bondage toys collection that I had, so she incorporated them in our play. And following her commands from the virtual world, many a day I found myself naked and cuffed inside and outside my home doing any tasks that she ordered. Since this was being done remotely, Molly always checked that doing the task I'd be safe, and we modified it as necessary for my safety. She gave me tasks with a bit of humiliation, which I craved, and suggestions about what I should visualize going on around me to make the task sexy and enjoyable. Her scenarios often made me orgasm, which we both enjoyed.

For this visit, she'd set some rules that added to my excitement. First I had to wear my eternity collar and leave its release tool at home. Second, all I could wear under my coat was a garter belt and stockings. In my carry-on bag I could bring a sundress, tennis shoes and socks, plus any small bondage toys that I wished. I could also bring a purse with minimal cash and no credit cards. Of course having a legal ID was OK. Finally, I must travel by bus.

The morning of my trip I was at the bus station early waiting and clutching my coat closed, since there were several shady characters lurking around. My bus was called and I hurried onboard and sat by the driver.

The bus trip would take several hours and gave me time to ponder what might happen to me at the hands of a Mistress I'd never actually met. The driver would announce from time to time how much drive time was left before reaching the end of the trip. I'd sent her one picture of my face so she'd be able to recognize me. I'd never really seen Molly before -- just her online avatar. Therefore, I wondered if I would spot her at the end of my journey. Would she be the one in leather and carrying a whip? Or would she be the thin mousy one with a head full of fantasies? Or maybe she'd be the obviously dominate woman holding some shackles when I arrived? All I knew was that she said she'd meet me there at the bus terminal.

The bus pulled into the bus station and stopped with a hiss of its brakes. I got off and entered the terminal, looking around, still clutching my coat, purse and carry-on. It was warmer inside and there weren't many people around. The problem was all the people looked very ordinary and I moved to the part of the terminal that she'd described, hoping she'd announce herself to me. When I reached the designated location, I pulled the extremely dark sunglasses out of my coat pocket, and slipped them on. The entire room was plunged into darkness. These sunglasses were as good as a blindfold, just less obvious. After a while a voice near me startled me.

A woman's voice commanded, "Don't look around, Arin. I want you to count slowly to 120 before you remove the sunglasses. When you do, you'll see doors for an exit to your left. Then go out, stand there and wait until I pull up with my car."

I did as I was told, and after counting out the two minutes slowly, removed the sunglasses, saw the exit doors, went outside and stood there in the cold morning light. A car pulled up and a voice from the open car window called out, "OK, Arin -- please get in." I slid in onto the front seat and there, next to me, sat a woman that I felt you might meet at a PTA meeting. She pulled out into traffic and we drove a while. At a convenient location, she pulled over and asked, "Did you follow all my instructions?"

"Yes, Miss Molly. I'm only wearing this coat and my garters and stockings. I have my legal ID, and some cash, purse, carry-on and nothing else."

Smiling, she said, "Lean forward." When I did, I felt her place handcuffs on my wrists! Once they were secured, she unbuttoned the top of my coat and pulled it down off my shoulders. In mere minutes, I was helpless, with my breasts fully exposed. This really excited me and my arousal increased as she placed a leg cuff on my ankle, ran the chain behind something under the seat that would act as an anchor, and then cuffed my other ankle! Being trussed like that effectively prevented me from escaping. She fished around in my coat pocket and found the sunglasses. Placing them on me, she caused the world to be blacked out again. I couldn't see anything, so I had no idea where I was being taken. But I responded with excitement, and I could tell that now my pussy was leaking a little onto the back of my coat.

She leaned close and whispered, "Does that add to the excitement, Arin?" My only reply was a moan of arousal and need as she now fondled my breasts and my nipples. I could tell by feel that they were quite hard now, and standing out as they swelled with new, hot blood.

As we began driving again, I reflected that so far this was a real adventure! I was very excited, but I had no idea what experiences were to come. The car finely stopped and she opened my door and released me from the car seat, but reattached the leg cuffs once they were clear of the anchor. With Molly guiding me by holding my arm, I made my way, taking small steps due to the ankle cuffs and the world hidden in the darkness of the sunglasses.

The temperature seemed warmer now and the air smelled fresh as we walked from the car to the front steps. With her guidance, I walked up the steps, wondering if any neighbors might be observing a half-naked woman with her wrists cuffed behind her back being led around. Once we were inside the house, I heard Molly taking her coat off. Then she came close to me, saying, "Don't move, Arin." She open one wrist cuff and removed my coat completely but then recuffed my wrists behind my back.

I stood there naked and lost since I didn't know where I was. Feeling her hands roaming all over my body, I couldn't help myself. I moaned and leaned into her exploring hands, enjoying the sensation of actual skin to skin contact.

Molly led me through the house and then down some stairs and carefully placed me on a bed, repositioning my cuffed hands from behind my back to end up over my head. There the handcuffs were somehow pulled snug. With me face up on the bed, she spread my legs wide. My ankles were tied to the bottom of the bed, forcing my legs to stay in that position. At that point, she removed the sunglasses, whereupon I learned I was in a finished basement.

With a black marker, she drew 'Molly's slut' and the current date on my shaved mound. On my inner thigh, she drew 'fuck hole' with an arrow pointing at my pussy. Finally, she added a heart, drawn on my left tit. I saw all of this later, when I was released enough to look.

She whispered promisingly, "The fun will start soon." She then climbed the steps, turned off the lights, and when she closed the door behind her, I was left in the dark, helpless. I knew she was letting my mind run wild with anticipation, and soon I had a wet spot on the mattress under my buttocks. As I'd often fantasized, I was under someone's control that I trusted.

Time passed. I laid there hoping she'd not forgotten about me. Finally I heard footsteps above me and Molly stated loudly, "I have a surprise down stairs." It seemed like an inordinate amount of time elapsed before the lights came on and I heard her coming down the steps. Descending were Molly and a man she introduced as her husband. After the introductions, Molly said to him, "I know that normally sex isn't on your radar, love. But I thought you might at least enjoy the sight of a new, different, lovely nude woman. She's yours to play with for a while, but no intercourse. Of course do not hurt her, and if she says the word RED stop whatever you're doing immediately."

He was a little timid at first, staring at a naked stranger bound to a bed, vulnerable and helpless. But he learned that I didn't look scared or worried. Instead I smiled at him, and silently projected a need to be touched. So he kissed my cheek, touched my feet, and then my tummy, and when I didn't flinch or protest, touched the undercurve of my breast. Bolder now, he cupped my breast, and played with my nipples and areolae. Stroking my mound, he looked close at my pussy, chuckling at the fuck hole words and pointer. After an eternity, he actually touched my pussy lips, rolling and stretching their warm tissues. I was leaking now, so he dipped his finger into my fluids and carefully sniffed and tasted them.

He unzipped his pants, rubbed his cock on my breasts, and asked his wife, "Can I put my cock in her mouth, darling?"

Miss Molly replied, "I think the slut craves you doing that, so go ahead." He let me suckle him a while as Molly watched from a chair across the room.

I enjoyed this, tasting his manhood. I thought, "He's not bad looking and his penis is a nice size. I also enjoy that its now fully erect and bounces as he moves around." Her husband then kissed me from my toes to my thighs. Then he kissed my ears. I was getting very excited knowing I was helpless and open before the two of them. When he kissed my nipples, we could both tell that they were as hard as pebbles.

While he was suckling my tits, Miss Molly came over with a ball gag, put it in my mouth and tightened it. "Mmmmmmm," I hummed my thrill. Next, she added a blindfold! This was now a new level of fetish for me, because this was real, with real people doing these things to me. Her husband played with me, fingering me over and over to the brink of orgasm, but never letting me finish. That went on until Miss Molly decided, "She's had enough for now, so stop." She was correct. I was exhausted, having been on the edge for a long time.

Her husband went back upstairs, and she released me. Miss Molly showed me where the bathroom was, and I was allowed to freshen up. Then, cuffed and naked, I was put to work as a maid, picking up things and dusting. Later, I served them dinner with my legs cuffed and bells hanging from my nipples, thanks to Miss Molly's decisions about decorating her slave. They found my appearance very amusing. I was allowed to eat with them but my hands were cuffed in front of my body.

At bedtime, Miss Molly led me to their spare bedroom, located next to their own bedroom. My arms and legs were freed, but my neck was chained to the bed frame. Soon I heard sounds coming through the wall from their bedroom. I guess the novelty of being allowed to play with me had turned her husband on. I listened as they uncharacteristically had sex late into the night. Hearing the moans and cries of ecstasy, I couldn't help myself and played with my breasts and pussy as their fucking into the night progressed.

The next morning, her husband came into my bedroom early. Looking at my naked body, he touched and rubbed me a little, saying, "I have to go to work, but I'll think about you all day and I plan to hurry home quickly after work."

When Miss Molly came in she looked a little sleepy, like she'd been worked over pretty well last night. But her expression telegraphed that she still wanted more. She unlocked my neck and took me to their bedroom. She placed herself on the bed and pulled me between her open legs. "Lick my pussy, slut girl," she ordered.

As I moved close to her pussy and started licking, obeying her command, I realized that there was still some of his semen in her -- I could tell by the scent and taste. I felt very humiliated but I'd asked for this experience. So I started licking in earnest, finding her to be still very wet. Soon she was holding my head, pressing my face into her hot wet cunt until she climaxed, covering my face with her cum juices. Sighing happily, she announced, "We have a big day ahead of us. I'm happy that you're my property for two weeks!"

Two weeks can be a long time, so I'll skip over the mundane parts, like eating meals, using the toilet, showering, brushing my teeth, etc. unless something important or kinky happened during those times.

For our excursion, I was told to put on my sundress, but nothing else other than my shoes, and my collar which I couldn't remove until I returned home anyway. We got into her car and drove into the city. By the time we got there, people were bustling around, going and coming -- all in a hurry. Miss Molly walked me two blocks and stopped at a shop with some Chinese lettering on the windows. It seemed to be a beauty shop of sorts.

We entered and the people seemed to know Miss Molly because they greeted her warmly. She whispered to an older woman, who then came over and looked at me closely. Miss Molly stated, "You'll do as this woman tells you, or you'll be punished, Arin."

Miss Molly had a devilish mind so I nodded my understanding, the older woman took my hand to lead me. As I was placed in a chair, they started to trim my hair. It had been shoulder length but when they finished it was short, more like a boy's style. At first I was shocked, but then I liked it. I thought it brought out my blue eyes more, and would be a lot easier to care for.

Then I was moved into a private back room. There they pulled off my sundress, and sat me on a special chair where I laid back. My legs were spread wide, my pussy was lathered and shaved smooth. They repeated this two times and finally a lotion was rubbed over my now smooth, bald pussy. That contact really felt good.

My eye brows were plucked and make up skillfully applied. I really liked the job they did and I tried to remember it all, thinking I'd do this again. The next stop frightened me a bit, but I had little to say.

Miss Molly said, "I'd like them to tattoo you, Arin. I'm sure you'll be OK, but do you wish to safeword at this point?"

I swallowed hard, but I realized that she was asking if I agreed to this. As I said, I trusted her, so I merely asked, "What are you going to put on me, and where?"

She smiled saying, "Not knowing is half the fun."

She whispered to the older woman, who in turn commanded a young woman who had me lay face down on a padded table with my head in a head rest. The young woman cleaned the back of my neck between my shoulders. I heard a buzz and felt the slightly painful impacts as she started her work. It wasn't too bad but I still had no idea what was being inked on me. It turned out to be a barcode whose 6 digits proclaimed the date that I became Molly's property! The 6 digits also were displayed it a very tiny font under the barcode. The young woman placed a dressing over it and turned me over.

Miss Molly and the older woman held me motionless on the table as the younger woman applied another tattoo above my pussy that read 'MOLLY'S SLUT'. This was about an inch high and very well done, black and crisp with shading. It looked a lot better than the handwritten one that was higher on my mound.

I was shown the results and told to rest for 24 hours, staying quiet. Never in my life time did I ever think I would get a tattoo, no less two. Little did I know then that these were skillfully done temporary tattoos! But Miss Molly let me think they were real until just before I was to return back home at the end of my vacation time! I liked them so much that... who knows... I might actually get some real ones!

We returned home and I was allowed to rest for the remainder of the day. Her hubby thought the overall effect -- hair, makeup and tats, was really great and looked me over very carefully. It was a bit puffy but Miss Molly took care of me, even extending the rest period.

It was Wednesday and I was in maid mode again early in the morning, helping to cook and clean. My Mistress really liked the bells hanging on my exposed nipples. Blushing, I did also, but don't tell her, please.

Since it was a warm, sunny day, I quickly learned that Miss Molly liked her outdoor play to take place in a large nearby wooded area with lots of paths and trails. She had me wearing only my sundress and tennis shoes as we strolled through the woods. At a certain point, she stopped us, and led me off of the path to a good sized tree. "Remove your sundress, girl," she commanded. Once I was naked, she pulled my wrists around the tree to its far side and put handcuffs on them.

She walked back to the path to check, and then returned. "Perfect. You're visible from the path if people happen to look in this direction. Now we wait."

We didn't have long to wait! My heart started pounding fast as I heard approaching voices! It sounded like two women chatting about things. Miss Molly stepped out of sight behind a tree so that only I was visible from the path. I held very still, hardly breathing, so as not to draw attention to myself. But it was to no avail, since the color of my nudity stood out like a beacon in the darker trees.

"What's that?" I heard one ask.

"You mean who's that," her friend replied. "That's a nude woman, and it looks like she's embracing a tree. That's curious... let's get a closer look!"

"Lead the way!" the first one agreed, and my humiliation at being caught like this deepened toward mortification as they got closer. At that point, Miss Molly stepped into view.

"Hello ladies!" she called out. "I see you noticed my naughty girl who's being punished."

"Oh my god!" the second woman exclaimed. "She's handcuffed to the tree!"

"Yes," Miss Molly replied. "I was hoping that someone would notice her and help me punish her today. My name is Miss Molly. Would you two like to help by spanking her a little?"

"She does have a cute ass," the first woman stated. "Sure... why not? That sounds like fun."

Miss Molly supervised as they began taking turns swatting my bare ass cheeks. They swatted a little softly, until they learned how arousing I found spanking to be, especially by two lovely women who were giggling merrily as they played. I got so aroused by feeling their hands in contact with my butt that my pussy lips swelled up, opened, and I started leaking. My pussy juices started running down my thighs.

"Judy, look! This little whore is leaking!"

"I see that, Iris." Judy turned to me. "Miss Molly, can we touch her down there, too?"

Miss Molly grinned. "Sure, it looks like your spanking turned her on. Feel free to finger her."

Judy politely let her friend Iris go first. Smiling, Iris eagerly started finger fucking me! I was being fingered in public by a stranger! The perversity of the situation was a fantasy that I'd dreamed about... but this was for real. Very quickly, I groaned loudly and shook in orgasm, making Iris laugh with glee.

Judy then said, "Well done, but I want a turn too!" Iris moved her finger out of the way and Judy inserted what felt like three fingers inside me and fucked me very hard and fast! Her thrusts threatened to abrade my breasts on the rough bark of the tree, so she slid her arm across the front of my body as a buffer for my tits. I didn't care, because I was so focused on the building sensation, and trying desperately not to cum too fast! I held off and held off, but finally it felt like a dam burst inside me, and I screamed as I came, with my head thrown back and my eyes squeezed shut!

Dazed, I stood there and felt Iris and Judy kiss my cheeks, whispering their thanks. They also thanked Miss Molly as they walked with her back down to the path. I learned later that when they got there, they quietly told Miss Molly that they'd like to have more playtime and submit to her also, if she'd have them. Phone numbers were exchanged, and Judy and Iris giggled as they marched away. Miss Molly freed me from the tree, helped me dress, and we finished a lovely stroll, although Miss Molly had to support me a little and help guide my wobbly legs.

One evening, Miss Molly wanted to watch some TV. I thought that might be kind of boring, but as her slave girl for two weeks, I couldn't complain. But I was not taking into account her kinky mind. Since I was already naked, it was easy for her to take some rope and bind each of my arms to my corresponding legs, making the entire front of my body from my head to my pussy completely exposed and vulnerable. Then she put a dark hood over my head so I could no longer see a thing! I was able to hear the TV, but I sat in darkness, wondering what might happen to me at any moment. The anticipation was delicious.

From time to time her hand might brush across my breasts, my tummy, my pussy or my arms and legs. These touches were intermittent, with no discernible pattern. I could feel goosebumps forming on my skin as my flesh tried to reach out, seeking more contact. After a bit of time, I felt her fingers spreading open my pussy lips, and something was shoved up inside me. Moments later, I heard a buzzing sound and felt vibrations inside my honeypot. As I was enjoying the vibrations, I felt her fingers grasping one of my nipples and kneading it gently to make it plump up. Seconds later, a clamp was applied to that nipple, making me moan. I moaned louder in frustration when the vibration stopped.

Minutes later, the clamp was removed from that nipple and switch to the other one. The vibrations started up again, and then stopped. This delightful torture went on throughout the TV program. I wasn't quite cumming, but my pussy was drooling with arousal. Then something different occurred -- my breast was kneaded by a larger, rougher hand -- Miss Molly's husband was now home! Not only that, but the bottom of the hood that was covering my head was lifted up enough to expose my mouth. Moments later, his cock pressed against my lips and entered my mouth.

Still in my darkness, I suckled his cock, drinking his pre-cum, and enjoying its flavor. I'm not sure how long I sucked, or how much fluid I drank, but I was very happy. That is, until his cock withdrew, and the bottom of the hood was pulled back down. I listen carefully and heard a rustle of clothing. Then Miss Molly sighed and moaned, "All the way in, please!" This was followed by the unmistakable sounds of two people copulating right next to me! Inside my hood, I pouted a little, feeling left out. But then the vibrator sprang to life again inside my depths. Miss Molly switched it on and off, edging me ever closer to an orgasm. And from the sounds she was making, she was approaching her own! As I heard her cry out, "Oh fuck yes! I'm cumming!" She switched on my vibrator and left it running, causing me to orgasm at almost the same time! It was wonderful. We finished the evening cuddling together on the sofa with my nude body sandwiched in between theirs.

The next day turned out to be clear and sunny again, but this time quite a bit hotter. Miss Molly and I each wore our sundresses and tennis shoes. She had me wear a backpack as we took a different path through the woods. Stepping well off the path, we came to a pool of clear water. Stripping off our shoes and dresses, we slipped into the cool refreshing water. As we soaked, we caressed each other gently. It was blissfully relaxing. But after a while, we heard the sound of hikers on the path. From the voices, it sounded like several men joking and laughing. Miss Molly and I became very still and quiet, not wanting to be found. The men did pass by without noticing us, and we waited until they were well out of earshot. At that point, we were so turned on by almost being discovered, that we took turns bringing each other to delightful climaxes. Then we climbed out and dried off with the towels that we'd brought in the backpack.

The following day, when we awoke it was to the sound of rain drumming on the roof. Miss Molly's husband had already left for work. Since she and I both slept in the nude, she pulled me to her still warm bed and positioned me between her spread open thighs. "Eat my pussy, girl," she commanded. "I want you to make me cum, and to swallow every drop of my juices!" Of course, I was thrilled to do this, and soon I was drinking fast as Miss Molly moaned, and held my head against her pussy as her convulsions made it practically vibrate against my lips.

After that, we ate a quick breakfast. Then, with both of us wearing only tennis shoes, we got raincoats out of Miss Molly's front hall closet. Her raincoat was green, similar to the color of the trees in the woods and rather opaque. My raincoat was clear plastic and therefore quite see-through. Parking the car in a somewhat secluded location, she led us along a brand-new path in the woods until we reached a meadow just off the path. Miss Molly led me to the center of the meadow. "Stand right here, Arin, and wait until I'm at the edge of the woods near the path. Then I want you to finger yourself, putting on a show for me, until you cum hard."

"May I unbutton a couple of the lower buttons on this raincoat to have easier access to my pussy lips and clit, Miss?" I asked. Miss Molly smiled and nodded. When she was positioned, and signaled her readiness, I did just that. With the lower portion of the raincoat spread open a bit I used one hand to spread my pussy lips wide open, while the fingers of my other hand fucked my pussy and teased my clit. But as I was pleasuring myself I kept looking around at all the edges of the meadow wondering if anyone was hiding in the woods and watching me. I knew that I have a streak of exhibitionism in me, so even if no one other than Miss Molly was watching, the mere chance that someone might be there was a real turn on! I had no trouble at all fulfilling her command and reaching a mind blowing climax!

As we walked back to the car, Miss Molly mentioned, "It was a little difficult to tell with all those raindrops, but it looked to me that you actually might have squirted during that orgasm, girl." I nodded sheepishly, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. "Excellent... I'm proud of you. And your breasts looked great pressed against the clear plastic of your raincoat as you diddled yourself."

Back at her house, we were both chilled from being virtually naked out in the cold rain, so we took a warm shower together. Of course, we soaped each other thoroughly, rinsed off completely, making sure that none of the suds had worked their way into any of each other's intimate openings. We even had giggling fun drying each other off. If I thought that today's playtime was complete, I was very wrong.

Miss Molly led me down to the basement, and quickly attached leather cuffs to my ankles. She had me sit on a safety mat as she lowered two sturdy lines that ended in carabiners, which she clipped to the steel rings on the leather cuffs. After that, she carefully hoisted me upside down over that safety mat. During this process, my ankles were pulled out to each side. When my pussy reached the height of Miss Molly's mouth, I found that I was also at the perfect height to tongue her pussy. Grasping each other's buttocks, we performed a strangely fascinating form of mutual cunnilingus. And we didn't stop until both of us were satisfied!

On a clear, milder day, Miss Molly drove us along a different road into the woods. She pulled the car off the road into a secluded area between some trees and parked there. As we got out, she had me remove my sundress and leave it in the car. She let me watch as she attached a leash to my collar and then handcuffed my wrists behind my back. Lastly, she blindfolded me. And now, feeling very vulnerable and helpless she led me through another walk in the woods, guiding me solely by pulling on my leash. I couldn't tell where we were going, nor could I tell if anyone was seeing me like this. After all, if they remained silent, I would have no knowledge of their presence. As before, my exhibitionism kicked in and I found that walk to be exciting and exhilarating. When we got back to the car, Miss Molly removed my blindfold, but left me cuffed and leashed. Reaching into the car, she brought out a strap-on dildo, and donned it. Leaning me against the shaded hood of the car, she gave me a thorough fucking. As I recall, I came twice and she came once during this. It was quite a memorable outing.

Another time that she took me to the basement, I found that she had dragged out another device to use with me. It was sort of a box on a pole. She opened the top and slid up a wooden panel on the side that faced me. It had a padded half circle cut out on its lower edge and the corresponding wooden panel still in the box had a padded half circle cut out on its upper edge. They resembled something that could act like a pillory for my head and neck. Sure enough, Miss Molly had me bend forward to rest my neck on the lower wooden panel, and slid the upper wooden panel against the back of my neck. She closed the box and I was now in darkness. But to my surprise, she could open the far side of the box so I could tip my head up and stare out into the basement.

Taking my wrists one at a time, she attached them to restraints that were located on either side of the box. Kneeling down, she placed a spreader bar between my ankles, forcing my legs sufficiently apart. She toyed with my dangling tits for a while, obviously waiting for something. Finally the doorbell rang, and she went upstairs to answer the door. I waited, straining my ears to listen but I could only hear muffled sounds without knowing what they really were. Then the basement door opened and I heard several people descending the steps. When they reached the bottom, Miss Molly spoke, "There she is, guys. She wanted to be my slave for two weeks, so I'm treating her to many experiences during this time. Tell my girl 'hello' because it's only polite to do so before you use her."

A male voice said, "Hello, girl."

A different male voice stated, "Hello, girl."

Miss Molly walked around the box to come into view for me. "You've heard my two male submissives greeting you, girl. They undressed while they were upstairs and right now they are completely naked and standing right behind you. The sight of your body on display is obviously arousing them since they are now sporting stiff penises. Now I have an important question to ask you. I know both of these men to be healthy. But I have to ask you, girl... condom or no condom?"

I considered my answer. "I know that I'm at a safe time in my cycle, Miss. And I like the feel of semen spurting inside me. So no condom please."

Looking above the box and behind me, she commanded, "You heard her choice. Fuck her with no condom and make sure that you let her feel you cumming deep inside her."

"Yes, Miss," one man said. I immediately felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down the slit of my pussy. I was pretty sure that I was creaming all over that firm, rubbery head. Then fingers pried my lower lips open and that cock plowed deep into my tunnel. My inner muscles greeted the cock by gripping it. His hands seized my hips and he started plunging his cock in and out. Soon he had me hyperventilating as my heart raced and my body began to virtually vibrate on his erection. I couldn't hold back, helpless as I was, so I started cumming, and my muscle contractions started sucking at him, demanding his seed. With a loud groan he shoved his cock as deep as it would go and it erupted, spewing his semen into my vagina and womb. When his balls were quite empty, he pulled out.

But there were two men, and now the second one moved close behind me. I felt a trickling sensation along my ass crack. In seconds I recognized that it was oil being applied. And then a large masculine finger smeared it around my rosebud and started pushing oil through that naughty opening, lubricating it and dilating it. Immediately I realized that I was about to experience anal sex. This was a rare treat -- something that I didn't get very often, but if it was done right it triggered of fascinating deep sense of humiliation and submission. And I found that being used salaciously like that to be quite thrilling.

This guy knew what he was doing. My anal ring was relaxed by his finger and then fingers, his cock was well lubed, and he picked a good angle. True, having my 'naughty hole' violated, with a large object entering rather than leaving still made me gasp as my rectum was invaded, stretched and filled. But he skillfully paused with his pubic hairs brushing against my butt, and his cock buried all the way inside long enough for my rear tunnel to acclimate itself. And then he started fucking me, and the sensations were so wonderfully intense that soon my eyeballs rolled back in their sockets. Miss Molly was watching my face and laughed gleefully at that reaction.

"I think you made her cum with a lovely analgasm," she informed the guy fucking me. If, when you cum, your spurts make her faint, don't worry -- the box will support her." I thought it very unlikely that I'd faint... that is... until the guy started to unload, flooding me with his hot sticky ropes of seed... surge after surge! I felt the first few, and then my world went out of focus as I slipped unconscious.

I'm not sure how long it was before I swam back to the reality of the room and the box around my head, but Miss Molly was peering in at me and smiled, saying, "Welcome back, Arin my girl. Did you have a nice rest?"

I blushed. "How long was I asleep, Miss?"

"Long enough for me to thank my boys for fucking you so well, getting them dressed and seeing them out the door."

"I didn't get a chance to thank them? Please thank them for me when you can, Miss."

"I will, but I think your reactions were thanks enough," she replied, chuckling.

On a different warm, clear day, Miss Molly and I took another woods walk with me wearing her backpack. As soon as we were in the woods, she took off my sundress and placed it in the backpack. At a certain point along the path, she took us off the trail and deep into the uncharted woods. We came to a spot where two sturdy oak trees were about 10 or 15 feet apart. Taking me to the middle between them, she ordered, "Stay right there, silly girl." She then went to one tree and took a long rope with weighted ends out of the backpack. She easily tossed the end of the rope over the lowest branch of the tree, and dragged the end to me, tying it carefully to my wrist.

Walking to the other tree, she draped the free end of that rope over a low limb, and dragged its end to my other wrist. Before she tied it to my free wrist, she took up most of the slack, so my arms were pulled out toward each tree, about head high. She took 2 more ropes of of the backpack, and a few minutes later my ankles were tied to the base of each tree, holding my legs sideways a little more than shoulder width apart. So now I was naked outside, virtually in public, and tied spreadeagled between the two trees. My tits, tummy, ass and pussy were exposed and vulnerable. I was helpless and under the control of Miss Molly. I don't know how she was managing to make so many of my fantasies come to life, but I adored her for doing it.

Now that she had me secured, I wondered what she planned to do with me. I soon learned. Taking a thin cord, she looped it around and around the base of one of my tits until the base was so compressed that the rest of the tit jutted forward lewdly. Quickly the cord repeated that on my other tit. It felt very kinky, with my tits on such a salacious display. Next, from the backpack she pulled out two spring-loaded clothespins. One she attached to my right nipple. "Ouch!" But the other one she attached to my left pussy lip! "Yowch!"

From the backpack she now pulled out a flogger. I was still wincing from the clothespins, but I was pleased to see she'd brought a flogger with wide strands of deer hide. I had a similar one at home, and I knew from experience that its strands mostly awakened and sensitized the skin, and a strike with it would have to be very hard indeed to cause actual pain. Indeed, as Miss Molly started flogging my back between my shoulder blades, I enjoyed it. I liked it even more when she swatted my ass and the backs of my thighs.

But when she came around front, things got a little different. The flogging on my left tit felt amazing, since the cord compression was almost presenting the flesh to be struck. However, when Miss Molly switched to my right breast, the hard swipe of the flogger actually knocked the clothespin right off my nipple! As I might've expected, its removal was a lot more painful than its attachment, as fresh blood flooded the previously compressed tissues and a shocking wave of sensation made me shriek! A few lighter flicks of the flogger on my right tit helped soothe it quickly, but I was straining at the ropes that bound my arms and legs as I squirmed. She paused at that point to remove the cording from the bases of my breasts, and kneaded and caressed them a little, forcing a happy moan from my lips.

Next she flogged my tummy and the fronts of my thighs, which felt lovely, but I was well aware that there was a clothespin on my pussy lip! As she gave that area a couple of light flicks right up between my legs and against my pussy, I began gritting my teeth, preparing myself for a harder, downward flick that would knock off the clothespin. And then it came! A swift downward blow, and even though the clothespin flew off, for a brief moment, I felt nothing. But only for a moment, because when the sudden shock of the removal wore off, the pain on my pussy lip made me shriek! Miss Molly immediately dropped the flogger and began softly rubbing my pussy, kissing my cheeks and mouth, and whispering, "What a brave girl you are, Arin... I'm very proud of you!"

Then she dropped gracefully to her knees, inserted a couple of fingers into my pussy and started rubbing the inside of my tunnel as her lips and tongue licked, kissed and suckled my pussy lips until her fingering made my juices start to flow out onto her hand. Then she began gentle suction on my swollen, responsive clit, and before very long, an orgasm crashed through my bound body! She lapped a little at my cum fluids, but then shifted back to my clit and this time she sucked and fingered me until, with my arms and legs straining hard at the ropes that restrained me, my pressure of release built and built until my second climax was so intense that it felt like the top of my head was flying off! I couldn't scream or shriek, because I was only able to gasp as I tried to draw air into my lungs, difficult when most of my muscles were in a tight state of contraction from the intensity of this release!

Since the ropes supported me, Miss Molly just drank a little at my streaming, exposed honey pot, and then sat and leaned against the base of one of the trees. I guess she enjoyed the sight of me recovering from that amazing second orgasm. Not only was my pussy drooling and trickling down my thighs, most of my skin was sweating now, big drops forming and streaming in rivulets as my body attempted to cool the heat generated by my strong muscular actions. When I was fairly dry, Miss Molly carefully freed me, making certain that I could stand on my legs as I was released. Then she dressed me in my sundress, packed the rest of her things in the backpack, and we strolled back to the car with her arm around my waist, helping to support me. What a wonderful adventure! She was sure demonstrating what a kinky imagination she has!

One morning I was dusting the rooms, when the doorbell rang. "Answer the door, girl," Miss Molly called out to me. I was naked, but an order is an order, so I opened the door. There were two women standing there, and to my surprise they didn't appeared to be shocked at my lack of clothing.

"Yes? Can I help you?" I asked.

"Mistress Molly is expecting us," one stated, smiling.

I called out, "Miss Molly... there are two women here to see you."

"Good. Invite them in," she replied.

As I invited them into the room, they stood there looking a little nervous as we all waited for Miss Molly to appear. When she stepped into the room, the two women immediately dropped to their knees, kept their faces tilted down and turned their palms upward on their knees in submission and supplication.

"Very nicely done, girls," she praised. "It looks like you did a little studying about how to please a Mistress. Let's see if I remember... Judy, you are the blonde, and Iris, you are the redhead, is that right?"

"Yes, Mistress," they chorused.

Miss Molly stood there, barefooted on her plush carpet. "Very well, girls. If you want to submit to me, and play, crawl to me and kiss my foot reverently."

Judy took action first, crawled humbly over, grasped Miss Molly's foot gently and pressed her lips to the bare flesh of her foot several times with soft, moist lips. Then she shuffled sideways, making room for Iris. Iris crawled forward and performed a similar ritual of submission.

"Excellent. Now its time for my two new girls to stand up and face me." As they got to their feet, Miss Molly addressed me. "Arin, I want you to strip every scrap of clothing off of Judy and Iris while I watch. Make sure I have a good view at all times."

I gulped, hearing a command to remove the clothes of these two virtual strangers. It's true that they were the women who'd spanked and fingered me when I was handcuffed to that tree days ago. But that was my only interaction with them, and I'd never thought I'd see them again. Stepping behind the blonde woman, I reached around her and began unbuttoning her blouse from the top downward. When the last button was undone, I pulled the lower edge of her blouse up out of her skirt, and then grabbed it near the top to slip it off her shoulders, down her arms, and off. Since I was now staring at her bra hooks, it only took a moment to undo her bra and remove it from her.

The zipper to the blonde woman's skirt was here behind her waist, so I drew the zipper down and pulled her skirt down to her feet. Before I stooped down to help her step out of the skirt, I also grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked them swiftly downward, almost giggling as I heard her gasp of surprise. Then I knelt down and helped her lift her feet free from panties and skirt, slipping off her heels as I did so. When I straitened up, Judy was as naked as the day she'd been born.

Turning my attention to Iris, I could tell that she was wearing a T-shirt on top and obviously had no bra under it. So, standing now behind her body, I reached around and took hold of her T-shirt hem just in front of either side of her hips. Gently I tugged the material upward, freeing it from where it'd been tucked into her shorts. And, to give Miss Molly a good show, I started lifting the shirt's hem upward ever so slowly. Gradually her tummy came into view, then the bottom of her rib cage, then the undercurve of her breasts. There was some resistance as the T-shirt material caught on the woman's prominent breasts. As I continued lifting, her trapped breasts also lifted until gravity took over and her tits popped free, springing into sight on her chest. I continued lifting, and the T-shirt briefly covered her from neck to the top of her head, until I managed to lift it all the way off.

When I unhooked Iris's shorts and lowered the zipper, the shorts easily plopped down around her ankles. This time I decided to pull her panties down inch by slow inch, and when they reached her ankles, I took a peek around her thighs. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair reveal that she was a true redhead -- a very lovely sight. Once she'd stepped free from her shorts, panties and shoes, she too was completely nude. So I stood next to the other two women, waiting for more commands from Miss Molly.

"Girls... all three of you, place your hands behind your back and keep them there," she ordered. As we complied, she walked around behind us. I heard Iris gasp at the some time I heard the familiar ratcheting sound of handcuffs being closed and the click of a double lock. Forewarned by the sounds, Judy managed to remain silent as her wrists were handcuffed. Moments later I too was handcuffed and double locked. Then she had us all kneel down and once we had done so, she helped us all to place ourselves on our left sides on the plush carpet.

"OK. You're all going to stay on your left sides and wiggle into a tight circle. Your goal is to latch onto someone's pussy with your mouth. If you feel someone's head close to your pussy, lift your right leg and plant your right foot on the floor behind you, so that person can rest their head on your left thigh and start to perform cunnilingus on you. You are trying to make the person you are servicing cum fast. So... begin!"

I really wanted to dine on Iris's pussy so I wiggled fast and bumped her thighs with my head. She immediately stopped and raised her right leg, giving me access. She was trying to get at Judy's pussy, so the angling of her body actually helped me get my left cheek onto her left thigh and my mouth approached her fragrant pussy. Meanwhile, Judy had only one option left, and drew close to my pussy, causing me to raise and plant my right leg. We were in such a tight ring that we probably all latched on to one another at almost the same moment. I was already drilling and sucking at Iris's pussy when I felt Judy starting to lick my pussy lips. I thought I could make Iris cum before Judy could tilt me over my edge, but I was wrong.

When Judy's tongue tip started a rapid light fluttering motion on my clit, I knew in seconds that I was a goner! The tantalizing scent of the fluids now flowing out of Iris, combined with Judy's flutter attack sent me into a dizzying upward spiral, and caused me to groan loudly as I came hard into Judy's mouth. My last desperate thought about making Iris cum was to purse my lips and suckle on her clit, and my orgasm may have made my lips act like a hungry baby using a pacifier because I heard Iris make a sharp keening noise and her pussy convulsions painted my face as she came. Finally, once Iris recovered enough, she licked and probed Judy's pussy until she finally made her climax, coming in last place.

Miss Molly laughed merrily. "That was quite a sight. Judy came in first, Arin second, and Iris third. Well done, all of you." She handed me a strap-on indicating I should put it on, while she put on another one. "Judy, use your mouth on my strap-on to get it wet. You won the contest, so you get the honor of being fucked by me. Iris, use your mouth to wet Arin's strap-on. She came in second, so she gets the honor of fucking you. Judy, I want to fuck you doggy style, so get on your hands and knees. Arin, position Iris any way you wish and fuck her well."

"OK, Iris, get on your back, lift up your legs so you can reach and grab your ankles, and hold your legs up and out, so I can see your face, tits and that pretty patch of pubic hair on your mound as I fuck you." When she was in position, I fucked her deep and hard, and when she started to climax, I shoved the dildo of the strap-on in deep, lean forward along her torso, and kissed her lustily to prolong her release. During this, we heard Judy howling about her own orgasm.

After a brief, cuddling rest period, Miss Molly tied us together facing inward, tits pressed against each other and hands trapped down by our pussies. She then began flogging us like that and, since this flogging was done to excite us, our hands started fingering each other's pussies. Soon we were bouncing up and down on our feet, shrieking and cumming. As one of us would cum, her sounds, scent, and wetness usually triggered the others. I lost track of how many times I reached orgasm before Miss Molly stopped.

Before the day was done, we submissives each got to experience being restrained in the pillory as one of us then fucked with the strap-on while the other one and Miss Molly caressed and played with the body of the 'victim' trapped in the pillory. Iris finally got to fuck someone -- me! We were all pretty exhausted, so we turned the TV on low, placed a blanket on the living room floor, and dozed off naked in a wonderful group cuddle. Even Miss Molly was naked. We only woke up when Miss Molly's husband leaned over us, saying, "Now that is a lovely sight to greet me as I come home from work."

To their credit, Iris and Judy didn't shriek, complain, or even seek to cover their bodies as Miss Molly introduced her husband. He asked for, and was given permission by his wife to give all 3 submissives gentle caresses on their faces, breasts, tummies and pussies. Then Iris and Judy were allowed to dress and head for home, with promises of future play dates. After supper, Miss Molly and I slept together that night.

After breakfast the next morning, Miss Molly applied shackles between my ankles and said to me, "I need to write some letters, girl. So you can tidy up the house and dust. Then we need to run some errands."

I enjoyed the feeling and sounds of the chains between my ankles as I roamed the house, dusting and tidying. Then, before lunch, she removed the shackles as she told me, "Insert this tampon in your pussy, my sweet girl, then put on your sundress and shoes, and we'll do our errands." I looked curiously at the tampon, since it had a small jingle bell attached at the end of its string, but I hurried to obey. Once I had my shoes and dress on, I learned that with each step I took, the bell dangling from the tampon made a tiny ringing sound. That made me blush, but also excited me. I imagined that people would be looking around curiously, wondering where the sound was coming from. Smiling, I enjoyed the car ride to the area of the supermarket.

When we got there, Miss Molly handed me a large stack of letters, and pointed at a mailbox outside the store. "Put these in the mailbox, girl, while I grab my reusable grocery bags and lock the car." I almost started to romp to the mailbox, but a loud jingling started ringing from the area of my crotch, so I shifted to a more sedate walk, and mailed the letters. In the grocery store, Miss Molly got the provisions she needed and had us both choose sandwiches and drinks for our lunch back home.

After we'd eaten, Miss Molly sat me down, saying she had to explain something. "I know that tomorrow is Saturday, and you're scheduled to end your vacation and travel back home. I really wanted to be here for it. But I learned that my mother is ill and I must go right after dinner to help her. But I've made arrangements -- my husband will be home, and he'll be happy to drive you to the train station tomorrow. I was going to keep this as a surprise until you were about to go out the door, heading for the train, but my new plans will work out fine. For a while, I've had a surprise in mind for you, hoping you would visit. You've always told me all your secrets and I've kept notes. I have an acquaintance and managed to arrange a surprise for you for after dinner."

At dinner time, I was the maid, serving Miss Molly and her hubby. As usual, he ran his hand under my special maid's skirt to my pussy. That would make me squeal, letting Miss Molly know what he'd done. She'd giggle and smile and playfully tell him he was being a bad boy.

After dinner, she had me come up to their bedroom and close the door. A box sat on the bed and she told me to strip completely. After I obeyed, I stood in front of her.

"This is for you," she stated opening the box, whereupon she pulled out a metal chastity belt! I was shocked, and I clapped my hands and jumped for joy. I couldn't believe it. It was something I'd always dreamed and fantasized about owning, but they were out of my price range.

"Miss... please... this is too expensive," I told her, hating to think I should refuse such a lovely gift.

But she replied, "My hubby likes you and approved of this purchase. Once I'd given my friend your current measurements, she had to pull some strings to get it to me faster. Arin, you've made these weeks very special, and we feel that you deserve a special gift." Having stated her position, she opened the waist band and I stepped into it. It was cold as it closed around my waist. She pulled the strap up between my legs, cupping against my pussy, sealing it from the world. She closed the sides of the waist and pulled the strap up tight and placed a metal plate over the junction. That junction sealed as she snapped the lock shut. The belt was snug and rose a little above my hips. I had wanted one of these ever since years ago, when I'd read a book in which a woman was locked in one.

When Miss Molly told me to check the fit, I twisted and turned and pulled and tugged on it but there was no way I was getting free of its grip. It was beautifully tailored.

Miss Molly added, "There's an extra surprise. You know the letters you mailed for me outside the grocery store? One of the letters had the key to the belt in it. And you mailed it home to yourself." Ever safety conscious, she failed to mention that she kept a copy of the key to the chastity belt in case that key got lost in the mail.

She chuckled as she observed that this revelation had hit me like a ton of bricks. I was really trapped and locked away for real! I wouldn't be able to free myself until I got home! I felt my arousal suddenly building out of control, and I had an orgasm right there in front of her! It was so strong that I fell to my knees and shook, wrapping my arms around her legs and holding on tight.

When I'd recovered enough, she pulled me to my feet, embraced me tenderly and kissed me lovingly. It was a long, passionate kiss that thrilled me to my core. Then she informed me, "Sorry, my sweet, loving submissive, but I must go now." She reminded her hubby that he was scheduled to drive me to the train station tomorrow, told him she loved him and kissed him, and headed out the door.

That evening I played maid for hubby, and, starting to feel lonely that Miss Molly was gone, I cuddled with him on the sofa as we watched TV. I even slept in the bed with him that night, naked except for the chastity belt. Since my pussy was denied to him, I was happy to let him play with my tits until we both fell asleep.

The next morning, still dressed only in the chastity belt, I cooked us breakfast. When it was almost time to leave, before I put on my traveling clothes, I offered him my tits to fondle one last time. When I saw his pants shifting with his arousal, I dropped to my knees, put a finger to my lips signaling silence and unzipped his pants and fished out his erection. Since I'd had it in my mouth a few times during the two weeks of my stay, I knew it was a lovely size and taste. I proceeded to give him a blow job and when he warned me that he was about to cum, I took him a little deeper in my mouth and sucked harder. I was gratified when he groaned and erupted several hot, delicious ropes of semen that made my cheeks bulge before I could swallow it all. And swallow it all, I did, including a small trickle that tried to escape at the corner of my mouth. I also kissed him on the lips, letting him taste his own semen, as I murmured, "Let this be our little secret, unless you feel you have to tell Miss Molly. That was my way of thanking you for being a wonderful host."

He got me to the train station on time. My trip home was relaxing and also amazing as I thought over all that I'd experienced with Miss Molly in real life. Almost daily I wear my lovely belt, and from time to time I send pictures of me wearing the belt, often in handcuffs and/or shackles to Miss Molly for her and her hubby to enjoy. Miss Molly asked me to think about another visit, the next time I take a two week vacation. It's already noted on my calendar!