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Lesbian Slave Island

By: fitntrim



Since the last year of college, I knew nothing made me feel more alive than my fantasies of being a completely owned slave girl, loved and thoroughly used as a sensual object of desire by some woman I had yet to meet and love. She would keep me totally nude and exposed 24/7 (I would never be allowed clothing) and my duty would be to arouse her by my beauty, ultra fit body, humiliations, bondage, discipline and sensual skills. I also had fantasies of being the owned sex slave of several girls and/or women at once. 

Of course there is nothing like the internet to find others matching these desires. However, I found most people sharing aspects of my fantasies either a little or a lot scary - I would need to feel safe too. I figured out that I would have to meet my love in person and get to know her. That could happen through the internet to start, but as it turned out I was very lucky: as a senior in college I met Helen, who came to the US from Sweden, and to whom I looked up as she was a few years older. We had hung out together around campus (she was a grad student then) and were clearly mutually attracted, but nothing happened until that day we traveled to the beach. There I found a secluded area and took everything off, heart thumping madly. 

Helen and I became lovers there, soon rooming together for the summer. She only encouraged my nudism. I soon confessed to her that I absolutely loved being totally naked, and there was something about my being the only one naked that thrilled me like nothing else. And to be very exposed with shaven "loins" (loins- I love that word) - hiding nothing, was a super thrill. Quickly, my absolute nudity became the norm whenever we were alone. 

I loved doing regular daily things naked in front of her. Even just having a meal together at the table excited me tremendously, noticing her eyes admiringly resting on my breasts, or toned arms, feeling the air on my skin, knowing she could see all of my body while she herself was fully dressed. 

She liked it too. She did not share the same high level of thrill to be naked herself (though her body was fantastic)...but this worked out perfectly for me. I loved the disadvantage that situation created. One fully exposed, the other more comfortable and hidden. I was honored that she enjoyed seeing my body and sensing my excitement.

We took this to a new level with some light bondage, sometimes during lovemaking only, other times during relaxing times, such as while watching television. At first she did this as a gift to fulfill my fantasies and share my excitement, but she soon began to love me helpless too.

Yet another level was reached when her sister Sassa visited for a week. We quickly realized she was not only cool with her sister's lesbian relationship, but also with my nudity. It was a thrilling moment when she first saw my shaven loins, and then later when she openly admired the moisture she saw there, along with my hardening nipples. When Helen commented on my blush at that moment, the humiliation and excitement induced a whimper of ecstasy from me.

I was in bliss to be the only totally naked while two others wore clothing.

I shared my feelings with Helen, who was happy for me. She told me that she and Sassa had talked. Sassa knew some of my fantasies, and thought they were incredibly exciting. Helen expressed her concern over Sassa's very high sex drive getting her into much trouble with boys. Maybe we can keep her too distracted to bother with the boys for a while...so that very evening, I was ecstatic to be the only naked AND bound one...

It happened while we three sat on the couch watching TV. I sat in the middle. That situation alone was hot - clothed women close on either side, I completely naked and exposed between. 

Helen returned from the kitchen after a commercial not with snacks, but with handcuffs. Helen's sister exclaimed how exciting this was, sitting up to observe. I could almost hear my heart thumping as I leaned forward to touch my wrists together behind me. At the click of their locking, I pulled against the cuffs, suddenly feeling the reality that I was bound, thrilling about the evening's potential that ironically created. The soft-covered cuffs were solid steel inside, making me feeling vulnerable, knowing I truly was restrained and unable to cover myself! My arousal leaped instantly higher, firing up a deep sensual longing from deep within. I was even more transported into ecstasy-land when I leaned back against the couch, my back force-arched, my chest sensually thrust outward and upward. 

Helen leaned against me, fondling my thighs and breasts with her sister sitting right there, just inches to my left. After minutes of silence except for the sounds of the movie, breathing, and Helen's hand sliding against my exposed nudity, her sister's bare leg pressed innocuously against mine. I gently pressed my leg against hers to show her I liked it.

Helen decided some popcorn was a great idea for a long evening of relaxing on the couch watching cable movies. As she stood to walk to the kitchen, the sisters' eyes met, and I thought I saw Helen nod smilingly to Sassa's quizzical look. The moment Helen was out of sight, Sassa's fingers lightly caressed my upward thrusting breasts. 

Sassa's eyes started directly into mine, and I wondered what Helen would want me to do. I decided to do what I craved to do but feared - to be a totally sensual slave girl like in my fantasies. I smiled at Sassa, then arched my back even more, which pushed my breast forward for firmer contact with Sassa's fingers. 

Sassa smiled back, whispering I was very beautiful and so incredibly fit and lean. I told her that her face, body and upbeat personality were fantastic too.

Her eyes lowered, followed by her hand, which felt wonderful to me as it slid downward. After resting on my hip, her hand kneaded my thigh; she whispered I had steel muscles. She then fixed on my left nipple, starting at it closely and feeling it. She was pulling it gently when Helen returned. 

Sassa and I looked up simultaneously for Helen's reaction. To my relief, Helen smiled and acted as if this were usual behavior. Sassa's finger only then departed from my nipple. Helen smilingly asked me to slide down a bit, so my abs would be flat like a table...I could not lie my lower torso perfectly flat because of the cuffs locking my wrists together under me, but Helen said the angle was OK - she didn't want to unlock me - at this she winked smilingly at me and I felt another tingle of heightened arousal down below. She poured some buttered popcorn onto my displayed and naked abdomen. 

"Ooo I want the belly button ones!" lightly laughed Sassa, as she grabbed a few that rested in there. I was inwardly thrilled over what was happening; also a little nervous and self-conscious. Sassa turned to face right, picking up more popcorn, including ones that rolled to below my belly button, resulting in her fingers touching just millimeters from my completely hairless and open labia. My eyes widened when Helen pointed to the glistening sheen left by the butter, and rubbed my belly to spread it up, down, sideways. I was ever so conscious of eyes watching her fingers caress, including ever so briefly touching the sides of my labia...the movie faded to the background of our attention but we pretended to watch as the lovely sisters continued to pour and pick up popcorn from their shining sensual table.

(to be continued)

Lesbian Slave Island Ch. 02



Next Sassa went to the kitchen to get lemonade; Helen looked into my eyes and asked whether I was having fun. 

"I'm the most excited I've ever been." She could tell I wanted to say more but was hesitating, so she gave me that encouraging smile I love. 

"A question, and something embarrassing," I blushed. Helen looked into my eyes and held still; "No secrets between us - tell all...ask anything. Don't worry. You're safe in all ways."

I could feel muscles relaxing, especially in my shoulders, even though I had not noticed tension there.

I forced myself to not be shy, returning her gaze as I spoke:

"Is it really totally fine to play with your sister, and..." I gulped, paused..."and shall we, can we, live out my fantasy tonight?"

Without hesitation, Helen answered in a clear voice that Sassa surely must have heard from the kitchen: "Yes and yes. Sassa needs to be distracted from boys. You need to experience your dream for real. Therefore, my slave girl," my eyes widened and I felt "crinkly" down below, "I take you as my property. You are to obey my every whim, you must obey me, and I order you to turn Sassa on so she forgets about these boys she's been hanging with who are not good for her. Keep her totally preoccupied with you. And keep me turned on too, my love slave."

"Yes mistress, my owner." I had only called her those titles once during lovemaking, after admitting how the concept of her owning me aroused me so incredibly. That night I had told her more than anyone else that it was my fantasy to try being truly owned, actually slave property for a time period (provided I knew it was not for life - real slave ownership was abhorrent to me, but between responsible lovers if all conditions and safe word could used, a limited time period seemed OK to me). 

Helen nodded while she held my eyes with hers. "So, my slave girl, this is it! You're mine!" Helen kissed me passionately. Our tongues danced, thrust and sucked. I felt her clothed chest against my bare right breast, and her hand on my naked left side. My heart was pounding madly and my loins were wet.

She pulled back to breathe, "that contract idea of yours is a good one. We'll write it out and sign with Sassa as witness. We can write out the details, such as for how long I own your pretty ass, what limits there are, so on."

"Oh my owner, I love you. Thank you." I puckered my lips to kiss and she brought her head down for another session of passionate tongue dancing.

After a while, we noticed Sassa was hesitating to come in. Catching her breath, Helen waved her in and said it's OK, and that we need to start on the "contract" so we all know what's OK and this is real in our minds. Helen explained the contract idea and how it would make me seem to become really a sex slave, how we really want this and it's OK because we know what we are doing. Sassa was fascinated. I was uncuffed and soon we were sipping lemonade at the kitchen table, movie forgotten but still making background noise from the other room. I was still naked and the sisters dressed, but I was free to create and reject any ideas for the contract. Of course, since I loved sitting there with my naked chest exposed above the table top, and my moisture seeping onto the paper towel on my chair, I was inspired to go for it, i.e. to be generous in the contract language.

Helen had the brilliant idea to have me hand write it. Helen and Sassa were impressed that I actually composed the opening line myself: "I willingly and enthusiastically submit to Helen as her total slave property. The only limitations to her total ownership rights are as listed herein." I had boldly chosen to start the "contract" by requiring any limits to be spelled out, rather than list what was allowed. Result: anything not thought of would be allowed. "You really want this, don't you?" asked Sassa in her musical voice, enhanced by her fascination and excitement, and as she later shared, also enhanced by her great and deep attraction to me personally and admiration for my lithe, lean, fit naked body. I blushed but said confidently, "Yes." I started bullet points of not allowed items: no males, no bleeding, no permanent scars, no alcohol though limited glasses of wine OK, absolutely no drugs by anyone, and contract terminates when there is no longer any love or caring. Safety first, always. Exercise, nutrition and health second top priority. I looked at Helen and Sassa both in the eyes to say I am trusting them and their loving judgment, so I'm trying to keep limits low - I want this to fulfill my dreams so I want to feel it is real, and for Helen to feel she really owns a slave girl, as if we were in ancient Rome when it was the legal. I also mentioned smilingly that I would not do this at all if it weren't for the safety and loving I feel from them.

"So, questions I have to start are: for how long, and where shall we do this, and what rights does Sassa have over me?"

Sassa turned to her sister. "Helen, can we put it in the contract that I also own her, after you - I mean, like family property, I would be second owner after you. You can do whatever you want, but I have second property rights, and I can't do anything with her you don't want me to, but if for example she and I were alone." Suddenly Sassa blushed, realizing she was admitting she wanted me as her slave girl too. Helen smiled at both of us, pleased and nodding. "Absolutely, Sassa! That should be in the contract to be clear. Right Lisa?" I paused and looked at Sassa and somehow felt my fantasies would be only more fulfilled and real and thorough with Sassa fully involved. I was simultaneously afraid and thrilled - knowing I wanted to be so thoroughly a submissive sensual fully used total slave girl to both of them. My voice quaked as I said "yes, very much so," to share my full agreement and submission. 

And you know, a real contract has to have exchange...at least $1." I remembered.

They looked at each other, and Sassa quickly said the contract should be for the whole summer at least! I nodded, blushing, "Yes, at least..." looking at Helen. Helen grinned. "OK, write this contract shall be in force until noon of Labor Day this year, at which time the contract can be renewed if both parties agree. Also write that for the first term of the contract, the slave shall be paid..." Sassa's brows furrowed prettily as she nudged her older sister. 

"You have to cover her for her time, after all, you just got access to your fund."

Helen glanced at me, seemingly embarrassed. 

Sassa looked at me. "You do know Helen got half her trust fund freed on her birthday, don't you? And that we're kind rich?"

I smiled at Helen, both glad for her and strangely simultaneously annoyed and touched that she withheld about her trust fund - maybe she wanted to be sure I loved her for herself. I knew she was well off, but rich? "How rich?" I asked softly.

Sassa jumped in again: "Yeah, she's rich now, and I will be too when I turn 25!" she exclaimed in her boisterous open way. I always marveled at how siblings turn out differently in personality.

"OK," hastened Helen, $5000 at the end of this summer, of course all expenses paid, and IF she renews on Labor Day for another 365 days, she shall be paid $20,000 at the end of that year, and of course all room and board, no living expenses. And no clothes needed, naturally" she winked, glancing at my exposed breasts.

I looked at Helen in surprise: $25,000 total?" 

Sassa said we can do better than that. Helen looked at her in surprise, "That's a lot of money, and Lisa will have $25,000 in savings, and even more if she stays my slave, say, for 5 years - then she'll have $105,000 at age 28, more than many people have at 40. Also, all those living expenses paid, and we'll have to find someplace outdoor and private too, and maybe put off our careers so we can enjoy this." 

I smiled at Helen. "5 years?" Helen nodded beaming, "Wouldn't it be wonderful?" I could only smile, touched by this long term commitment, something we had not really talked about. 

Then Helen almost shyly added, "Imagine being my love slave for ten years, or longer?! And at the end of any term, if you ever want to stop being owned, you'll be super fit. Maybe you'll even want to get into the fitness industry." 

Sassa added, "Then you'd have $205,000 and investment earnings. But let's not think too far ahead. Still summer first, then annual or six-month renewals."

After a silence as we pondered this, I realized I wanted to go for this. "Tell you what: I'll have hardly any limits at all, which is my dream anyway, if we can do this most of the time in a private outdoorsy place with good weather year-round, and for the summer it's $10,000 and then $30,000 annually." 

"Ah, a negotiator!" Helen smiled into my eyes. "You know, this is quite a commitment, and getting expensive. But I want this too." 

"And so do I!" exclaimed Sassa. "I'll chip in. 40%. I'll pay what I owe when I get my fund."

Helen smiled, "How about $10,000 for the summer and $25,000 annually, and with chances to earn bonuses?"

Bonuses sounded interesting, and kinky.

We all agreed to this, with the six-month renewals. My hand trembled slightly as I wrote these amounts out. Just thinking of doing this all summer was arousing enough but to do it for longer!

"You know, getting paid makes this seem real somehow. I definitely will have to perform and obey." We all looked at one another. Helen added, "you'll really be the totally sensual slave girl you dreamed about. And I think we'll be closer than ever." 

I nodded. "This will remove barriers between us. Direct openness." Helen nodded seriously.

Sassa added it would be cool if we could all go somewhere very private for the summer, so the slave could be enjoyed outdoors all the time. "Like an island?" I asked. "Yes!" Sassa grinned excitedly, "that would be great! A warm tropical island." I was getting so aroused, I was trying hard to think how I might regret not putting in any more limits. 

"If this goes on past this summer, there's also the vacation cottage, when other family are not there'" said Sassa. Helen nodded.

Sassa laughed a little, explaining her laugh to us by pointing to the phrase "slave to the female members of the family" I had earlier included in this section and mentioning that they have two other sisters, and who knows, maybe their female cousins and even their mother might get into this. Helen waved her hand to show she doubted this. Secretly I was both afraid and excited by this possibility. "What about friends?" asked Sassa. I looked at Helen, who returned my stare with a quizzical expression. "OK if they see you naked and tied up?" I paused..."Do you have any trustworthy secret-keeping lesbian or bi friends?" I asked. Helen shrugged her shoulders - "Shall we leave that out? Hmmm, maybe can you trust my judgment on that?" asked Helen. Looking at her, and being so aroused, I nodded, smiling in warmth to show I trusted her. That is, trusted her to both keep me safe and make my exhibitionist submissive humiliating sensual total slave girl fantasy as exciting as is safely possible...I wondered whether to share that inner thought, and decided this was my chance to live this out, so I said that out loud. 

"Wow" said Sassa. Helen nodded. "Seems like a lot of responsibility for me!" smiled Helen. Sassa jumped in, "Oh, I'll be very glad to help you with that, sis" as she looked at my naked breasts. We laughed at that and the mood became enthusiastic. 

"So, what exactly are your fantasies, Lisa?" asked Sassa. "We want to not only enjoy you, but also make sure you're so dripping wet all the time you'll never want it to end." We laughed again. Sassa leaned over, looked, then touched...I jumped! "As soaked as you are now..." All eyes sparkled...

"Wellll, where do I start? These fantasies all seem to flow from the concept that I am free of my inhibitions by being powerless, though able to influence, and also made to keep submitting to deeper and deeper levels. And displayed, super fit, super naked - so no body hair or clothes allowed, exercised very very much, perfect vegan nutrition and amount of calories to keep me lean and hot."

Helen smiled, blushing herself as she raised the question, even though only some were her fantasies of what to do with her slave girl, and most were mine: "Lisa, what about specific fantasies, like the stool and the chariot fantasies you told me?"

I blushed indeed then, looking down, next glancing at Sassa, wondering what she would think. 

"The more I tell you two, the more you'll realize how much I want to be really in these types of situations, and the more you'll feel free to do these to me...and think up even more like them." I whispered, blushing and looking down at the my hands. After a silence, they both said they want to help me fulfill my dreams and fantasies to the fullest, and though they too will love it, they know it's for everyone to enjoy, and will behave responsibly, and it means some work for them too. They too are excited by these fantasies, and telling them everything will be safe for me. 

"That's wonderful," I smiled. I do feel safe with you, and also excited." I wondered whether they noticed my hands trembling a little. "What I meant is that, would you think me perverted if I told you all my dreams, and if you knew the depth of my fantasies, I am somewhat scared that you will know what I crave in my deep dreams and actually make me live this out."

"First," firmly stated Helen, "nothing you can tell me would make me think you're perverted - after all, we want to enjoy you as a sex slave, and that would make us perverted too. Forget that word, it doesn't apply, because we understand these are expressions of your wonderful fantastic sexuality and superb imagination." Sassa nodded vigorously, "This is all only wonderful and beautiful. You are giving us erotic bliss, and we are giving it to you too." Helen smiled at her younger sister. "Nicely said, Sassa." 

"As for the second, are you saying you are afraid to go through with this?"

"Ummm, no, not with you. What I mean is..I guess...when I fantasize about certain situations, I just about lose my mind with lust. If you do these types of things with me, though with love and admiration at the same time, I feel I will want to truly submit myself utterly while at the same time your imaginations will cook up more and you will feel uninhibited yourselves to do a lot as you realize how much I love it deep down, even when sometimes it will be hard for me. Even though you would be ordering me, you would still be polite, right?"

Helen and Sassa silently nodded. "We are good people, just erotic. Like you."

Sassa softly asked, "Please tell some of your fantasies now."

"Right now, it would make me hotter to simply kneel and kiss and lick your hands and feet. It would make me feel humiliated, but somehow oh so wet. That you are taking control of your property. A way to start. Even though I am humiliated to admit and do this."

"Do it," urged Sassa with excited eyes, "on your knees here, lick my fingers."

"Oh, this is so embarrassing" I moaned as I felt myself in a daze sliding off the chair to the floor. I was glad for the moment that Helen did not have a clear view as if in a dream I blushed and kneeled and began kissing her sister's lovely raised hand. Soon I was sucking her fingers. At first I did not know what to do with my hands, but then I held my naked firm thighs, and remembering my dream of being exposed, I spread my knees wide. I could sense Sassa's gaze upon my hairless, moist open loins. 

"Now my feet..."

I whimpered in humiliation partly because I was doing this before even signing the "contract."

I wanted to masturbate intensely but held back, realizing this might be the most challenging part of fulfilling my fantasies; as a fantasy, I could always relieve my awakened needs. As living the fantasy, I would be denied this freedom and be ever more in lust. This thought made me feel even more between my legs.

"This is fun and sensual," said Sassa with a breathless aroused hint to her voice.

Helen took my chair and so sat also quite close, but behind me.

"My turn, slave girl," smiled Helen. I turned to see her hand held out. I smiled with love at her and began licking, then sucking. Our eyes met, and held. 

"My owner, may I speak?" I asked, holding her gaze.

"Yes, slave girl."

"This will really happen, won't it? And you will take me as your slave property, to care for and fully use?"

"Yes, I will. Become my love slave."

"Yes, my owner!" my voice quavered as I continued to meet her gaze. This was incredible. I lowered my face to her feet and shamefully sucked and licked.

Sassa sighed, "this is so beautiful, and hot!'

Helen added, "And you will obey Sassa too, second only to me. She also owns you, but I am first owner."

Without being asked, I knew what to do. I began licking and sucking her feet and saying "Yes, you are my owners. Take me, and take care of me. I give my love and body and sensuality to you. My duty is your arousal and sensual needs."

"Sit up on my lap and finish the contract, lovely slave," breathed Helen.

I sat on her lap, and Sassa told me to sit with legs on either side of Helen's. So there I perched high, legs splayed wide, my almost steaming sexual center wide open.

"You look delicious," said Sassa musically as she stared right at my most intimate parts, displayed for her viewing pleasure and my simultaneous arousal and humiliation.

"What other limits?" asked Helen. 

"I want to trust you, but..."

I wrote some things like no calling me a swear word, but they could use such words otherwise. And that the laws of the land still applied for my safety. Nothing where I would be arrested. The principles were my being exposed and sensual and loved and admired and aroused and my fantasies created in reality.

I stopped writing limits and thanked them for making this possible, and though I was scared, I was also thrilled and felt more alive than ever, and thanked them in advance for fulfilling my fantasies. They thanked me for fulfilling their new ones.

We each signed, feeling the importance of the moment.

I was told to sit with knees extremely wide, up on the stool, facing them, and to open up about more of my fantasies...(to be continued)



Lesbian Slave Island Ch. 03



"Oh Lisa, you look sooo beautiful, so fit, and such beautiful skin!" praised Helen in a sincere, oozy voice. "See Lisa, already, I am already more open and feel almost released to share my feelings and thoughts. Funny how that is. A different social situation, and we can become more ourselves."

"Yes my owner, Mistress Helen," I smiled serenely, though my heart pounded with passion and emotion, "I dreamed of this happening, and it's almost instant now, like a switch. "Oh I love this, and you, though I tremble a little. This is now real. I am yours."

Sassa beamed, "This is so wonderful! And you know, when we get to our island paradise, this reality will be even more so."

We sat in warm silence a few moments, contemplating the bliss we have created. 

"So," I began softly. "You have commanded your love slave to reveal more." I glanced down at my very revealed body, so glad I have worked so hard to make it as physically fit and near perfect. Helen smiled knowingly as our eyes met after hers too glanced at my wide open loins. "I must tell you my formerly secret fantasies, that I have afraid to even share, much less actually live out. I place my trust in you, my owners." My voice quavered during the last sentence, feeling vulnerable and emotional. 

"You can trust us," smiled Helen in a soft voice. "Both to be lovingly sensitive and to make this fantasy very real."

"Oh Helen..."I almost moaned. "I mean, Oh my mistress, my owner!"

Helen glanced at Sassa. "Lisa told me about ways in some bdsm fantasies the slave is supposed to speak to her owner, formally with title. Maybe we should start that soon, but not now."

Sassa began to show her more strict side. "I think she should start now, to get in the right mode. You or we can always waive it for other times."

Helen nodded, "OK let's," she said, glancing at me for my reaction.

"As you wish, of course, my Owners," I whispered, both aroused by this and wondering how the reality may be much more difficult than my fantasies. 

"My fantasies are many..where do I start? - I'll start small and simple and get to my more elaborate - ummm...more embarrassing- or I mean - umm - amazingly hot ones - ohhh, please help me - " I quickly added "my owners" then blushed deeply for both the thought of having to reveal my fantasies and because calling them my owners made it more real and humiliating. Helen helped by smiling and nodding encouragingly - "Slave girl, you have to, so don't be embarrassed though I love your blush - don't be embarrassed, because you have no choice. You must. That's the beauty of this situation."

"Yes, the beauty of the situation and the beauty of our slave girl." smiled Sassa.

I blushed more and smiled in appreciation. "And the beauty of my owners."

"Oh!" I breathed 

"What?" asked Sassa. Why did you say "Oh?"

I looked down - "Calling you 'my owners' makes me humiliated and hot down there at the same time."

"Good that you opened up about that, lovely slave girl," said Helen with earnestness. "I love to know what you are feeling and thinking."

"Especially if it is about your being humiliated or aroused," winked Sassa with a surge of lust in her eyes.

"Slave girl, my love slave, now I order you to start by describing those two fantasies you already mentioned to me once, the stool and the chariot."

"Yes my owner," I replied seriously, looking down at my naked thighs and open, moist loins, and gathering my courage and thoughts. I resolved to fully share these fantasies, however I may tremble while doing so. 

Unable to look into their eyes, I began:

"The stool fantasy is one that can be done indoors easily, and the chariot needs equipment, and ideally room to run outdoors." I swallowed, knowing I might experience the stool fantasy immediately. 

"In the stool fantasy, a tall stool would have a phallus glued to the seat, sticking up. My wrists would be tied or chained together behind my back, ensuring I could not cover my front. Maybe my ankles would also be tied to the legs of the stool. I would be eased onto the stool with the phallus deep inside me, and my owner, or owners," I smiled toward Sassa without fully meeting her eyes, "would sit in front of me enjoying water or wine while talking with one another and me, sometimes simple conversation, sometimes asking me erotic, intimate questions; together we would imagine new humiliations, naked exercises, bondage ties, erotic tortures and services I could perform. The simple, normal conversation would be erotic because it would emphasize my sex slave status - the fact that we would have normal conversation as if we were regular friends, even while you would be fully clothed and I would be the only one naked, bound, exposed utterly, and struggling not to yield to arousal and orgasm. You would sometimes order me to slide up and down on the phallus, but never to the point of orgasm. My sex juices would drip, soaking the stool and trickling down my wide open legs and the legs of the stool. I might whimper in humiliated arousal. You would comment on the juices, humiliating me further. No matter how mindlessly and uncontrollably turned on I become, we would always return to our conversations." I paused.

Helen smiled at Sassa, eyes gleaming. "Isn't she erotic?" 

Sassa nodded with a serious expression. "Slave, you are amazing. That is so hot."

I glanced up at them. I actually smiled to see their flushed faces. They loved this too, which meant my wildest dreams were to coming true.

I looked down, reveling in my fit, lean body, so exposed. I writhed a little in passion, thrusting out my middle, displaying my loins more, then back a little, then knees even wider. I looked up again - their eyes met mine, but only after moving up from staring at my nudity.

"Because I would be so incredibly aroused, I would actually come up with ideas myself for my own erotic humiliation and utter submission to you. And...not just humiliation..."

"Yes, go on, slave girl..." murmured Helen.

I smiled and nodded, but looked down at my naked well-exercised thighs and open loins. A thrill of arousal went through me, starting at my loins.

"Yes, my owner," my voice trembled slightly, "more than humiliation..but also other ideas that prove my sensuality, the reality of being owned by you, my utter and willing submission to you." I paused, almost not believing that I was actually saying this out loud. They waited politely.

"Yes..." I repeated, "yes, I would actually help create ideas of how I would be your totally sensual passionate ultimate sex slave property." 

I wondered if I was making sense but continued nervously. "Yes, I would come up with new ways of being sexually arousing to you, ways of being bound, erotically tortured, and serving you...all these ideas as I was bound before you, displayed, whimpering in hot arousal. You during this might sometimes bring the water or wine to my mouth, and some would spill and trickle down my body."

I glanced at the kitchen stools. Sassa followed my eyes, stood and grabbed one, looking at Helen. Helen nodded, also stood and brought the handcuffs. My heart beat as I sat on the stool before them, widening my knees and feeling the soft, comfortable cuffs close around my wrists behind me. As the lock clicked them closed, I mentioned I thought it ironic they were so soft yet so strong, making me helpless, unable to cover myself.

"No phallus on the stool yet, but otherwise it's the fantasy," said Helen, looking into my eyes seriously. I blinked and nodded, holding her gaze. This directness was thrilling.

After they sat again, Sassa pointed toward my knees and said simply, "wider." I obeyed. She repeated the order. I actually felt ashamed for three reasons: to be ordered so, to expose myself more, and because I had not obeyed 100% the first time. I acknowledged to myself the last of the three demonstrated that I was already becoming truly theirs.

"Yes Mistress," I found myself saying. "Sorry I was not wide enough the first time." I blushed at my apology, and for other reasons. I saw Helen enjoying my blush, and I was actually grateful to her for her sensitivity to my emotions.

To my surprise, Helen said, "You can do better, move them even wider apart, slave girl." She smiled as I looked at her suddenly. Then I looked down as I stretched my knees very wide indeed, somewhat straining. I particularly noticed my breasts this time, pushed out because my arms were locked behind me. My hard nipples helped to communicate my arousal.

"Good, slave girl," she nodded approvingly. 

"Yes," added Sassa, "we want to see what is, after all, our property." I felt my blush deepening. I felt like never before. Before actually being in the situation, it's hard to imagine the reality of holding so taut a position, back arched from arms behind me, chest thrust out, loins so exposed. And, not least, my owners demonstrating they really owned me.

Helen then said, "you are beautiful, slave girl. This is just sooo lovely." She meant it, I could tell, and I knew her well enough to realize she was feeding my fantasy and encouraging me.

"Thank you, my owner," I breathed with emotion, fighting the urge to whimper.

"Now, the stool fantasy is real. We'll add the phallus tomorrow and do this some more then. Right now, I want to hear, and I want Sassa to hear, all about that wonderful chariot fantasy."

I smiled at Helen, but started to tremble a little. I was slightly cold, which contributed to the tremble (and my hard nipples), but mostly the tremble was due to having to tell them already about what might be my most ultimate fantasy. I had thought it might be better to build up to it. 

"The chariot: I first got this idea from a lesbian slave novella. It was set in a fictional version of ancient Egypt. Mother and daughter slave girls were owned and trained by wealthy mother and daughter." At this I glanced up at them, as it struck me I was actually now a slave owned by sisters. I noticed that both of them were paying fascinated attention to my every word and staring with sensuous expressions at me. Sassa in a voice more husky than I ever heard before said "and here we have a slave girl owned by wealthy sisters." Helen added, "and she is also really owned as slave property, just as in the story." Helen and I smiled at each other, both of us knowing she was repeating my oft stated desire to be experience the reality of sensual slavery. 

"The owners realized their slave girls needed additional humiliations well as exercise, so they came up with the idea to use them as they would horses, pulling their chariot, even in public, went they went shopping." I looked down and paused, to still my trembling voice. "I admit to you, when I read that, I became so hot and wet, I whimpered and moaned out loud, and was never so aroused. I think this must be the ultimate situation, to be so used and displayed and trained. It would be humiliating but beautiful and erotic, and I would feel so dominated and love the attention at the same time. I would feel the air all over my skin. You would be loving seeing sweat making my lean body glisten in the sun and watching my muscles exercising. 

"You, my owners, would first train me to prance with naked knees rising just so perfectly high, chest out, back arched, as if I were a champion prancing pony. You would use riding crops and whips, and leashes or ropes. You would train me hard, until I did it perfectly. You would use the whip without mercy if I slacked. You would use the riding crop to show the level to which my knees should rise and to train me to arch my back gracefully with chest out." 

My voice clearly trembled, but I decided to let them just see me so nervous and emotional and to tell all. Helen, sensitive again, whispered that I should keep talking and hold nothing back. I nodded, pausing, looking down at my thrust-out breasts and hard nipples as they rose and fell to my heavy breathing. Sassa whispered now too, in a caring but firm way, that as their owned love slave I was not allowed to hold anything back. I glanced quickly at her, seeing her right eyebrow raised to communicate the command, yet I also saw that she admired me and was deeply in lust with me. 

"Wow, my owners, I can hardly believe these dreams are coming true...thank you." I was very self conscious and could not bring myself to look up into their faces. 

"Although while training me you would certainly use the riding crops and whips on me, you would also not want to deface the skin of your property, because you want to use me as a magnificent thoroughly trained valuable show horse. Though at other times you would whip me for teaching me deeply to know I am truly, actually owned by you, and for simple sensual arousal and enjoyment of your property, while training me as your show horse the whip would be used for the purpose of training me or guiding me where you want me to trot or run."

I breathed in shakily, and glanced at them, and was glad to see how utterly fascinated they were. Sassa nodded to me with seriousness, saying this was amazing stuff and she was both shocked and incredibly aroused. I smiled.

"Once I get better at prancing and performing as your show horse, you would begin to get me used to the decorations and harness I would wear. You would clip onto my nipples the silver or golden bells that would tinkle whenever I moved, humiliating and arousing me, making me feel completely owned and thoroughly used as the naked completely owned sex slave I am. Maybe you would choose to also clip some onto other places." I glanced down. "Maybe you would not just clip them, but have them pierced on." I paused, so aroused, so nervous, and now fearful of saying the next decoration. I had already told Helen about this, and she was not going to let me skip over this part. "Slave girl, describe in detail the tail decoration..." Helen ordered gently but firmly.

I gulped, my gaze still on my breasts and nipples, which were so hard they pointed outward perkily. "Yes mistress," I sort of whimpered. My voice became softer but I resolved to say it all. "As you know, horses and ponies have tails. A horsetail would be attached to an anal plug that was perfectly fitted and snug, shaped in the right way, so it would not fall out of me during exercise. I would feel it inside me, and be humiliated, aroused, and feel so submissive, so dominated. I would have to learn to prance with it in me.

"When I practiced prancing, sometimes you would be holding a long leash, and I would go in a circle around you, like a horse in a corral.

"The day would come, perhaps quickly if I learned well, to be harnessed to the chariot. You two would be in the chariot dressed up with boots, and I naked and decorated would be be pulling you. Not just pulling, but performing as your thoroughly trained and owned property, not allowed to hide anything, but swallowing all pride and behaving as trained. Being forced to prance with knees high and back arched and chest out - oh, how humiliating and how totally hot. 

I paused, and Helen prompted me for more, to let them know ALL.

"OK, I mean yes, my owners. Yes, I have fantasized about being brushed down, my muscles admired openly, openly discussed. The sweat making them glisten in the sun. Yes, muscles in full bloom of being exercised hard, passionately being admired, touched. 

"OK, yes, there's more. I will tell you also that I dreamed about having to pee on the trail, like a horse does. While you watch. Being hand fed. 

Ohhh, this would be so ... humiliating, arousing, I would be so thoroughly used! Would you want to do this with your slave girl, my owners?" I boldly looked them in the eyes, even as I trembled and deeply blushed.

Helen nodded with a smile, eyes sparkling. "I love your blush..." We exchanged loving looks.

Sassa glanced at Helen, then smiled too. "Oh I would love to make you do this, love every excruciatingly hot moment of it. Yes, every bit, from training you with a whip, to making you insert the tail, and yeah, even watching you pee right out on the open trail like a real horse would. If you do a good job, I'll hand feed you fruit and cubes of sugar, and if you don't do a good job, I would definitely love to whip you...."

Our eyes widened. We looked at Sassa with smiles. Though scared, and I am sure it showed in my face, I also craved this, and my lust also must have showed. Helen looked slightly worried though when she said, "I think we've unleashed a monster!" Sassa waved a hand dismissively; "I am not a psychopath, don't worry. I just think this is the hottest thing I've ever heard of."

I cleared my throat - they waited through my pause sensing I was going to tell them something. "Although difficult for me to do now, I want to explain something to you. I fantasize a reality of being trained so very thoroughly, that you discipline and punish me every once in a while, or as often as you see fit for your pleasure, and for my thorough training, and for my complete and real submission to your actual ownership of me. Though I have a safe word, as long as my life is not in danger I won't use it. I may even scream, cry, beg and whimper, but I dream of you really following through, making this real.

During training, or anytime, you two can punish me thoroughly...sooo very thoroughly, to the point of breaking me in. Yes, I would not use my safe word, but let the experience unfold. I want to do this. I crave this. It's my fantasy that I want to become a reality. 

And... I want you to know it's OK to really erotically torture me sometimes just for the pleasure of it, not only for discipline or training."

There was a silence. I broke it by giggling, "There, I said it out loud, a few of my innermost weird fantasies. I'm scared, but it's what I crave. What do you think of me now. Sick?"

Sassa glanced at Helen before responding: "I think you're so hot, and all this is so hot. If this is weird, then so am I. Thank you for being our erotic property. Helen, are you OK with my whipping her, and other stuff?"

Helen nodded seriously. "It's OK, we'll just have to be careful." 

This situation was making me so hot, caused among other factors by knowing I was the only one naked, exposed and the object of desire, and talking about my fantasies openly, and imagining these fantasies happening when their reality was about to unfold. I looked at them again - my owners: Helen was still smiling warmly, while Sassa continued staring at my glistening open V, her eyes occasionally with lust taking in my long and muscular (in a lean, feminine way) limbs and my flat lean abdomen.

I looked into Helen's eyes, seeking and obtaining unspoken empathy, therefore courage to continue exposing my inner self to go along with my outer self.

"My owners, the chariot fantasy seems like an ultimate kind of thing, to be thoroughly used and fully owned, and exposed."

Sasha added: "but, I bet we can come up with even more ultimate fantasies..."



Lesbian Slave Island Ch. 04



Sasha added: "but, I bet we can come up with even more ultimate fantasies..." 

"Mmmm...ohhh...my owners...my perfect owners...Mistress Sasha, yes, your slave girl loves it. Even more ultimate fantasies made real would be incredible...ohhh how I submit and surrender to you utterly! Please own me totally, I am your property" I moaned, eyebrows raised in a pleading expression. "I shamelessly or shamefully, I don't know which, reveal to you all my sensual longings." I blushed and looked down again, too humiliated to look into their eyes, only to see my wantonly revealed shaved loins, open to clear view with legs spread widely apart. This aroused me even more. I thrust my hips forward lustfully.

"My owners, I will reveal to you all my depraved and wild desires. I wrote some fantasies down in a journal, and drafted a slave girl owner manual. What is mine is now yours. I never told anyone about them before." I looked at Helen, my lover, because I had kept this from her too. Her eyes met mine but she only smiled and asked me where these personal writings are. I gulped, realizing that all inhibitions on their and my part would be gone once they read these deep private desires. They would also find my collection of BDSM toys and tools, and these would of course be used on me...this I both longed for and feared. "In the bedroom closet, in a brown box inside the blue suitcase" I whispered.

Helen jumped up to grab the box. Sasha stood and stepped up to me, placing her left hand on my bare right thigh, close to my open steaming loins. "You are so hot, slave girl," whispered Sasha. "We will enjoy you."

"Yes my owner, please use me. I am yours to use for your total pleasure." I could not look into her eyes as i said it, but did gaze directly into her clear eyes when I finished uttering those submissive words. I shuddered as she stared directly back into my eyes. Sasha and Helen are both beautiful, and in Sasha's eyes I could see an extra level of clear intent to use me thoroughly. This, her proximity and the feel of her hand near my open intimate parts were almost overwhelming. 

Sasha smiled confidently. "I will so totally use you, my sex slave." I found myself smiling back...in a way that communicated I wanted this...

Sasha's hand moved down my thigh then up to lightly ouch my labia, then I gasped as her finger inserted. Deeper it went, then pulled out and lifted. "How soaking wet you are, my sensual girl!" she smiled excitedly. I saw the moisture on her finger. Helen returned to see me suck my moisture of her finger...I took her entire finger into my mouth. 

Helen smiled intimately into Sasha's eyes as Sasha turned to look at the box. They exchanged a silent communication that showed me their sisterly warmth and excitement over their shared new toy - me. As for me, sucking Sasha's finger and seeing their silent communication was a thrill that I felt deep within my lust-crazed body.

I blushed as they took out the whips and clips including butterfly jewelry clips, the two phalluses and two sizes of anal plugs, a collar, chains, and a leash. Helen looked at me in amazement as she also pulled out little weights to clip to chains, wrist and ankle cuffs, body paint, a bondage magazine and two lesbian slave girl novels, and to my greatest emotion my journal of erotic dreams including the draft slave girl owner manual.

Sasha breathed that I was obviously really into this and totally meant what I said...they looked at me with new understanding as I blushed deeply.

"Lovely blush, Lisa my love," smiled Helen, causing me to blush even more.

"You know, we are going to use all this and more on you, slave," Sasha told me directly.

I nodded and bowed my head. "Yes my owners, your slave property understands. You own me totally and it is expected. I submit to any of your desires totally."

"Good slave girl," oozed Helen almost as if to a pet as she caressed my hair approvingly. 

"Yes, a good slave girl who must obey totally, because we actually own her. Wow, it's exciting," smiled Helen, who followed her older sister's lead but went a step further by caressing my right breast instead of my head. Her hand slide slowly down to feel my tight abs, stopping and resting just below my belly button. Helen watched this movement intently, then looking up into her sister's eyes again, smiling and nodding approvingly. Sasha smiled back, then looking down again, slide slowly down, then rubbed my loins with her open hand. I thrust against her palm and moaned. Sasha then raised her open slick palm to my lips...I licked and kissed them free of my own juices as the sisters watched this submissive and sensual act by their slave girl.

Helen sat down and opened the journal. 

First she read though some of my ideas for erotic discipline, including the whippings, wooden pony torture, nipple and labia clips, and denial of orgasms to keep me mindlessly lust-crazed. Sasha wanted to know abotu the wooden pony, which I explained was a raised board or upside-down V shaped object upon which the slave girl sat bound, with her loins pressed on the top. The sex slave could be leaned backward to be utterly displayed and toyed with, or sat straight up with arms above or behind; with arms above she could be whipped more easily. 

In the slave manual part, they took turns eagerly reading aloud parts, especially chapter such as:

i. Recommendation at the start of a new slave ownership: discipline her, ideally wrists restrained at ceiling, ankles tied wide apart, and alternatively whipped and sensuously toyed with in order to 1. associate whipping with arousal and 2. make the slave ownership feel deeply real to both owner and slave.

ii. Ideas for domination/submission: proofs of utter submission, obedience to wishes and whims and orders, desire to please and arouse owners

iii. Ideas for erotic humiliation: not being allowed to eat with hands - being hand fed and out of bowls, "going to bathroom" outdoors while owners watch, kneeling on floor while owners dine at table, licking owners' fingers and feet to thank them and beg for things, dancing, exercising very hard and long under the whip, being sweaty with skin glistening while others are nicely clean and fully dressed, being made to garden in the hot sun - sweaty and muddy while owners are sitting in the shade sipping cool drinks, made to wear a large hoop nose ring sometimes, body paint and writing with words such as "property of", collar with leash, ankle and wrist cuffs with rings for chaining to posts, serving nude and decorated when (female) friends and sisters visit;

iv. Principles/guidelines for behavior such as using body and erotic situations to keep owners' aroused, being trained to behave in certain ways upon command.

v. Love and romance: times for tender romance and love, and leisure times; 

vi. Owners' obligation to take care of slave mentally, emotionally and physically (health checkups, etc)

vi. Serving: sexual for owners' satisfaction for example orally, sensually for example giving baths to owners, and also mundane such as dishes cleaning and laundry.

"Wow!" said Sasha after a pause. "This is SO EROTIC!"

"You are so sensual, Lisa," praised Helen. 

"Thank you my owner." I whispered, starting to shake visibly. My voice also shook as I said "I am afraid, but more than being scared, I want all this. These are my dreams."

Helen noticed my strong emotion and caressed first my hair and then my shoulder, smiling with empathy. Her eyes went lower, her hands following as she then caressed my chest and abs. She walked behind me to caress my naked back and butt, as Sasha smiled and began toying with my nipples. Sasha praised my nipples and tight abdomen and also my lean flatness below my belly button. As she caressed these areas, Helen announced it was time to initiate me into slavery as recommended in the manual. My heart skipped a beat as she looked for and found something on the ceiling to chain me - a solid sturdy hook used for a chin up bar. She held up cuffs and chains with a bit too much of a serious an expression on her face for my comfort. 

Helen spoke with solemnity: "My slave, our slave property, my Lisa love, you dreams are coming true. Really true. Therefore, I must begin this, umm, this initiation, exactly as the slave owner's manual highly recommended, and describes. This must be done. As you yourself have written, this will change the relationship, our relationship, to enter a new phase, under the contract terms, while the contract is in effect. As we just read in your own words, this initiation will teach us as no other way can that we actually own you and can do such a thing with you, and teach you that you are truly owned and we are your mistresses, your owners."

Pausing, Helen guided me over to the spot under the ceiling hook and faced me. She stood there dressed facing me, I naked and shaved, and cuffed my wrists. Locking the cuffs together, she then raised them above my head. My arms stretched a bit, but not uncomfortably - not yet anyway - as Helen slipped the chain over the hook. Helen stepped back. I felt very exposed, vulnerable, excited. 

Sasha and Helen looked my exposed body over. "How do you feel, slave girl?" asked my lover Helen.

"My owners, your slave girl is excited...feeling more and more ...ummm... owned in this exposed position."

Helen nodded, "Good. Spread those ankles apart, slave girl."

When I obeyed, Sasha ordered:" Wider still, slave."

"Mmmm" moaned Sasha, "those hips and groin area are so lean, so fit, I just love that's it's so thoroughly shaven...mmmm. Lovely labia there."

I blushed, thrilled. "Thank you so much, my owner."

They both stared at my open loins. I thought to add, as I had dreamed in my fantasies, "this is your property, I am your slave girl, my owners."

"Love those feminine muscles - so in shape, so lean and fit!" continued Sasha lustfully.

"Your slave is most eager to please you, and stay fit, and so I beg you to exercise your slave hard."

"Oh yes, slave girl, that's what I like...mmm" smiled Sasha, looking unflinchingly into my eyes.

Helen smiled curiously..."as do I...slave, you can be assured you will be driven hard." My eyes glowed as Helen's eyes met mine, knowing she knew I loved what she just said.

"Oh yes," I whispered hoarse with arousal, "take me fully, I submit utterly to you as your erotic passion slave! I am truly your property now."

"Then let us begin for real." Helen raised a coiled whip to my lips. Looking boldly into her eyes, I licked and kissed the whip. As she continued to hold it there, I began to give long sensuous licks that made me feel so utterly sensuous and submissive. They looked like they loved this, and I knew they did when I saw them glance excitedly at one another as I so submissively licked the instrument. the very symbol of my erotic torture and utter willing submission. 

slowly she withdrew the coiled whip, having me submissively lick her hand instead as she stepped backward. When she was far enough that her hand no longer reached my worshipping tongue, she dramatically raised the whip, releasing the coils, the tip touching down to the floor. She turned to the side to practice whipping one of the stools. My heart beat in trepidation and longing. Sasha appeared serious as her sister wielded the instrument, and I flinched whenever I heard the sound of Helen's successful strikes upon the stool.

Facing me, Helen focused on my body. To my surprise, Helen stood directly in front of me, not behind as I had imagined this in my fantasies. The first lash hit my side and coiled around my middle back before I had time to think. The sharp pain especially where the tip landed on my other side surprised me too, inducing a yelp. 

Sasha said, "the slave sounds more surprised than tortured..."

It appeared to me Helen took this up as a challenge as she replied "I'm just getting started, Sasha." 

It was kind of hot for me to feel they were talking about me rather than to me...giving the sensation of being property.

Helen's next actions further validated my hypothesis. The next few lashes were testing her aim, and only then did she order me to count out loud and thank her for each lash.

"One, thank you my Owner...two, thank you my Owner..." I blinked in surprise and looked into Helen's eyes - our eyes met...her silent answer to my expression was a hard confirmation that these would be serious whips, meant to be felt, meant to convey that as my owner, she could whip me as hard as she wished. And after all, that was exactly what I myself had recommended in the manual...

Already at the count of ten, I was panting, writhing, sweating, even whimpering a bit. I was feeling the pain...

Helen ceremoniously handed the whip to Sasha, who quickly and eagerly grabbed my hair to pull my head backward. I was facing upward when I felt the whip on my lips - I moaned as I submissively kissed and licked and sucked it, then Sasha's fingers. She stepped behind me, caressing my lashed back and still unlashed derriere. I dared not look, but waited. I could see Helen in front of me, but she did not meet my eyes, instead, her gaze was upon my vulnerably exposed nudity and Sasha behind me. 

Suddenly I tensed but held still when I heard and felt the sharpness of the whip landing on across my buttocks, the tip coiling around to hotly mark my upper thigh. I remembered to count "Eleven, thank you my Owner." Sasha increased the intensity of these lashes to my rear. My whimpers and moans seemed to be welcome by my owners, so I indulged in these as a release as I continued to count and thank in huskier and hoarser tones as the whipping continued. Sasha also lashed my legs and more of my back. 

Helen had the whip again after I counted to 25. Helen then whipped me again from my front without mercy as I began to cry as well. At 35 I was a mess of tears, sweat and hot marks and pink lines. 

They each had me lick and suck the whip and their hands before they released me. I crawled to their feet and submissively licked their feet and ankles, whispering repeatedly that they totally owned me and I was their utter sex slave. My wrists were locked together behind my back as I continued my totally submissive behavior, licking, kissing, sucking their feet and then their hands as they sat down. I avoided looking into their eyes until I was ordered to kneel with knees ultra wide before them.

With deference I glanced into their eyes. Our expressions showed that we had indeed entered a new type of relationship now. I was pleased they had been hard on me, for it was my dream come true, yet the reality of their capabilities over me was a new feeling.

I looked down at my spread loins and thighs, seeing the whip marks as well as the moisture of arousal...

"I am truly yours now, my owners."



Lesbian Slave Island Ch. 05



"I am truly yours now, my owners." 

"Yes, you our property now," confirmed Helen solemnly. "Our actual possession. You are our slave girl. It feels incredible to own you, our very own love slave."

"It's fantastic," added Sassa, stepping toward me. I almost flinched as her hand suddenly shot out, but she only caressed my hair. "To actually OWN a PERSON who VOLUNTARILY submitted so UTTERLY." Sassa has a musical quality to her voice; the emphasized words combined with her emotive expressions had a huge impact on me. Sassa grabbed my hair, pulling gently backward, tilting my face upward. I felt that humiliation I had sought, in her reminder that I had volunteered, yes, even created this situation. As she then pulled my hair back yet further, my humiliation increased, along with my conflicting desire to display my naked body.

"Helen, I know you must love me if you are sharing this sexy girl with me," Sassa smiled at Helen. "This body is so hot, so fantastic, I can hardly believe I - um, we - actually own such a living beautiful piece of art. Thanks, sis." Sassa's other open hand gently covered my left breast. Pressing firmly several times, Sassa took her time feeling this breast, paused, slide her fingers to the other breast and played with my hard nipple. 

Helen said "Sassa, I do love you so, so let me make sure you know I want you to completely forget any hesitations or inhibitions. All we do with her is secret. Everything and anything is OK. Forget everything and everyone else for awhile. Lisa is truly yours as well as mine. You really really do own her too. We sisters have almost always played so nicely together, shared our toys and dolls...."

Sassa and Helen beamed at one another. I began to really feel like a doll or toy, not certain it was an entirely pleasant feeling, though certainly an erotic idea to me, until Helen's eyes met mine, still beaming, and I knew she loved me.

"This is only the first day of many we own Lisa. Let's take our time. I will set up a trip to the island."

"Nice, but we won't be alone there.." 

"I'll figure out a way..." smiled Helen. "We need a place like that to FULLY enjoy our property."

Turning to gaze at me, she gently pulled even further back, so my front was arched backward, eyes directly facing the ceiling.

"May I?" breathed Sassa.

Helen said "Do what you feel, Sassa, do whatever you feel."

Sassa moaned softly. The next moment we were passionately Frenching, tongues hungrily sucking and dancing. I loved it whenever she sucked my lips or tongue into her mouth or pushed her tongue in aggressively. 

Sassa's hand started caressing my torso harder and more wildly. Soon my head was cradled in her hand as I was pushed back onto the floor, arms under lower back, knees still wide apart, uncomfortable, but in the passion I didn't care about my stretching body. Sassa began licking and kissing my jawline, upper chest, nipples.

Her hand flew to my wet and wide open vaginal opening, spreading my moisture around the area down there, specially playing with my labia, until my entire intimate but fully exposed sex was glistening.

I moaned loudly when I also felt both Helen's hands caressing my legs, focusing on the inner thighs.

Helen said "Let's tie her spread eagle on the bed now."

Sassa slowly reluctantly stopped and raised her head, her eyes glazed in passion. She helped me stand and walked me to the bedroom, where Helen started going through my box of sex tools. I was trembling the whole time as they locked me spread eagle atop the bed. It seemed to take a long time until I was properly locked and spread.

Sassa sat Indian style next to my middle and caressed my abs and toyed with my labia as Helen laid out some toys on my other side.

Sassa then more intensely teased my labia and clitoris, inserting a finger occasionally. I began arching hips upward hungrily for more. I worked my vaginal muscles to tighten on her finger whenever it was inside. Sassa and Helen absolutely loved my arching my hips upward, repeatedly saying how sensual and beautiful was the sight. I threw my face backward moaning, and threw my body upward, writhing. I felt as if my vagina were a hungry mouth, seeking to swallow. 

Helen pushed me down and ordered me to lie still. I looked down, thrilled to see the lines of my naked body so taut, so exposed, with my clothed owners sitting on either side. 

Helen held up one of my toys: a pair of jewelry clips. She again ordered me to hold still, then she lowered the jewelry to my labia...I could hear only my breathing as she pressed open the first clip with her right hand, grasped my right labia with the thumb and two fingers of her left hand, then carefully and slowly let the clips close on my labia. 

I had played with these already so knew what pain to expect; these are surprisingly not bad, but not real clothespins either, lighter because they were made for kinky play. But, the first application was always painful enough to make me gasp. Helen pulled and caressed the labia on my left side next, and I whimpered softly though very briefly when the second jewelry clips closed on my moist flesh.

Helen caressed the area with her fingers, smiling at me. I moaned and breathed more heavily when she brought her fingers to my eager mouth, and I hungrily licked and sucked her fingers clean of my sexual moisture. Ohhh that submissive sucking and licking, tasting my own juices, made me sooo hot. I writhed my hips upward, hearing the jewelry jingly softly. I moaned again when Sasha's hand caressed my naked hips. I arched higher, displaying myself, offering my most intimate parts to their hands. 

Helen raised the butterfly jewelry nipple clamps, handing one to her sister. I arched my chest upward and held still, as if to offer my nipples. 

They and I loved it when they caressed and pinched my nipples. One at a time, ceremoniously, each butterfly clamped onto a nipple. I winced and lightly whimpered, for this was more painful.

They admired their handiwork, and I did too, gazing down. 

Helen's fingers played with the butterflies, causing gentle pulling on my nipples, upward and sideways. Sassa took my left breast in both hands and caressed, squeezed...one hand slide downward over my ribs, abs and thigh. I flexed my thigh muscles for her...she caressed and squeezed my healthy lean fit upper leg.

Sassa looked into my eyes. I blinked, gazing back directly into her beautifully spellbinding eyes, boldly though silently expressing with my face my erotic invitation to utterly given in to desire, to use me.

Next I knew we were passionately French-kissing again. On and on we went, mouths hungrily locked together, devouring each other. 

I could feel hands and fingers on me...Sassa's and Helen's. My hips strained high as my groin was expertly handled: teased to almost point of orgasm, then released, again and again and again and again. I whimpered and moaned desperately, trying to grind my loins upward but too often meeting only air. I panted for air whenever I had a momentary break from kissing. 

Helen and Sassa began to take turns Frenching me. I was in bliss and erotic torture, so aroused, juices flowing but no orgasm allowed. I think this continued for a half hour or more, though seemed longer...not sure!

They began talking even more openly. I could see and hear already the inhibitions dropping, the private desires begin to reveal and develop further.

Sassa looked at Helen and said, with a sensuous hoarseness, how much she felt she needed to orgasm.

Helen nodded and smiled, then to my surprise giggled. Sassa laughed too but repeated her need.

"Of course, sweet sister. How do you prefer?"

Sassa looked at my mouth...

Helen continued: "First, I want to tease more juices out of our slave girl, and make her even more mindlessly lust-crazed, just as lust-crazed as she wrote heself in the manual how a sex slave should be much of the time."

I moaned and thrust my hips, reflecting my combined bliss and longing.

Helen's open palm rubbed and pushed against my open, steaming loins. I arched upward as much as physically possible to receive more pressure and stimulation. Helen teased me, pulling just out of my reach. We played this game for a long long time. I whimpered and moaned, becoming mindlessly sexual, arching and thrusting and writhing, straining the wrist and ankle bindings. 

Sassa played with my hair and left breast while Helen mercilessly continued. Occasionally Sassa pulled or twisted the left butterfly. The labia jewelry tinkled as I worked hard for orgasmic friction. Slick sweat-drenched naked skin glistening all over in the soft bedroom lighting. I felt the air on my nudity...loving that I was the only one nude, exposed, bound.

Sassa commented openly how beautiful this was - their sensual, tight- and hard-bodied slave property arching and straining so arduously. 

Helen took the opportunity to imprint on me while I was in this blissful and desiring state. She ordered me to tell them how completely and utterly owned I was as their property, how I must shed all inhibitions and be their "sensuous sex girl."

I moaned even more in blissful submissive ecstasy and talked for some time as I twisted, arched and whimpered...

"Oh yes, my owners, this is your body to display and use for your sexual purposes. I am utterly your property. I submitted totally and I meant it and mean it...use me utterly for your most depraved fantasies and sexual gratification. I am here to serve and arouse and please you. Your whims are my commands.

"I admit this is what I wanted and need. I love you and worship you and need to be used. I am your legally owned property to do with what you will. No clothes are allowed to me, I must be always nude for you and your arousal."

Sassa moaned and after a quick self-conscious glance to her sister, pulled off her shirt and bra, suddenly and quickly lowered her nipple to my lips. I did not hesitate to do my utmost to stimulate her: licking, kissing, sucking, lightly biting, pulling into my mouth, even voraciously opening wide to take as much lovely breast as possible into my mouth.

Sassa moaned more loudly and switched her other nipple to my hungry mouth. 

Sassa eventually lifted up, looked me over, and lowered her mouth to my clamped nipples to suck and bite them around the butterflies. Helen stroked my hips, teasingly close but not touching my outer lips. I was surprised but even further aroused to see Helen then use her other hand to stroke Sassa's hair.

Sassa looked up and turned to her sister. "I can't wait, I need some relief, I'm so hot..."

Helen nodded with a Mona Lisa smile.

Sassa pushed down the rest of her clothes and nimbly climbed to sit lightly on my chest, a knee on either side of my naked bound torso. I had a beautiful and first view of her shaved sex, flat abs, lovely breasts with taut upturned nipples. I smiled nervously and blushed as Helen moved closer for a good view. 

I suddenly blurted out, "Your every wish is my command, my owner!" 

"I need some relief. Lick and suck me to orgasm, slave girl!" Sassa gingerly placed her sex at my mouth and I eagerly began licking and sucking her labia.

My dream was a reality.



Lesbian Slave Island Ch. 06



INTRO TO POTENTIAL READERS:

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT INTO LESBIAN DOMINATION, SUBMISSION and BONDAGE. THANK YOU.

THIS IS A SMALL PART OF THE CONTINUING STORY OF LISA, HELEN and SASSA, NOT TO BE READ AS A STAND ALONE SECTION. 

PLEASE READ EARLIER PIECES IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY! 

NOTE ALSO: TO BE REWRITTEN and ADDED TO: THIS IS ALL FIRST VERSION. PLEASE EMAIL ME PRIVATELY WITH CONSTRUCTIVE ADVICE, IDEAS and COMMENTS. 

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Sassa woke me by caressing my hair. She smiled when she saw my eyes open. Remembering I was now her property, I smiled back... my dream a reality at last. 

I looked down the length of my nudity, displayed spread-eagle on the bed. Sassa followed my gaze. I pulled gently at the restraints on each wrist and ankle, then brazenly stretched, showing my body off to my owner. Though blushing, I resolved to live my fantasy to the fullest.

Sassa spoke first. "I've been reading your slave owner's manual and some of the other bdsm literature - you are really an amazingly horny girl." 

I blushed. 

"You depraved, erotic ..." Sassa did not finish that sentence, but grinned with a slight turning of her face and narrowing of her eyes, indicating, I think, approval and maybe even admiration. "I almost can't believe you actually wrote that slave owner's manual with yourself in mind as the slave." 

She must have then noticed my embarrassment: "It's OK, you erotic girl, I love ALL of it."

again I smiled. still embarrassed, but loving being Sassa's naked plaything, and the contrast of my utterly nude bondage against her fully clothed freedom.

Sassa played with my hair gently. "I don't believe in destiny, but for you with your hot body and hot to fall into my hands... well, it's just incredible there is such a match as you with me. I admit I haven't known about these types of fantasies too much, but now, it's like I can't stop dreaming about them. Your submission dreams have created my domination dreams."

"Ohhhhh mistress, may I speak freely?" 

"Yes, you must speak, I order you to not hide any secrets from me."

I flashed her a grin at that reminder. "Yes, my owner. Just your saying that - makes me unable to hold back my depraved sex slave fantasies. Your words make me melt." I blushed even more deeply but continued bravely.

"I am both scared and incredibly happy. I can't believe this is all coming true. I can't believe I am naked and cannot hide anything from you. Ohhh how I love this. May I... express my gratitude ... by humiliating myself ... by licking and kissing you hands and feet, my owner?"

She nodded with amusement. It was difficult with wrists tied behind but I lay on my side and began long slow links from her bare toes up to her shins. We were quiet except for me light moans and licking sounds as I continued for a long time. Her feet were slick with my saliva when she helped me to kneel wide and she brought her hand to my mouth. I began by sucking her fingers one at a time, even sometimes pumping my head as if I were doing fellatio on the finger. I then took in several fingers at a time, and ended by licking her hands and up her forearms. So humiliating and so arousing. 

"My slave girl, that was good. Must have been humiliating, yes?"

"Yes, my owner, humiliating and arousing."

"Tell me three things that would make you feel thoroughly owned right now." Sassa's direct question and gaze into my eyes caused my hear to skip.

"Oh, my owner, you make me lay it all out. Oh my."

"Don't think too hard - just tell me what comes to mind first."

I breathed hard, self-conscious of my breasts exposed, I so utterly nude with knees wide, feeling air all over my skin, and the stark contrast to my owner's unbound, free and clothed state.

"My owner," I looked down, "the first thing that comes to mind is that if my elbows were also bound together, I would feel more helpless and forced to thrust my chest out."

Sassa smiled, and as our eyes connected, I smiled back, and with certainty I felt we were kindred spirits sharing an enthusiasm, playing together. I felt wonderful and close to her.

She took out my suitcase full of BDSM toys. I verbally helped her find the leather elbow bindings. She took awhile to get the straps right, and as she tightened, I gasped. Sassa asked if I was OK - I softly said "Yes Mistress" and nodded. 

Her next question had me getting even wetter: "If I tightened this even further, would you feel even more owned?" 

I actually whimpered. I would be very uncomfortable if she tightened, but I knew my answer and told her.

I gratefully sensed that my owner was being careful. I let my muscles relax so my shoulder could be pulled back. 

"How do you feel, slave girl?" 

"I feel my body adjusting to get used to it every time you tighten, and I feel - oh - Sassa my owner, I feel so dominated and displayed and so aroused, so aroused. Ummm, and Mistress, I must tell you more, as your total sex slave, utterly submitting to you, yes, I want to tell you that though it would be very uncomfortable, maybe even feeling some pain, that if you slowly tightened so much that my elbows were actually touching, I might cry but that I would be so utterly aroused and feel totally owned." , 

"Good slave girl," Sassa rubbed my head, and caressed my tight arms.

Slowly she tightened the elbow binding. I winced as my shoulders were pulled back more and my elbows came closer to one another. Sassa paused, but as I kept silent, she tightened again. I whimpered.

Sassa kep slowly tightening. My shoulders were far back and my chest very thrust, my back arched. Sassa looked a little flushed as her right hand caressed my pushed-up breasts. They were very perky with hardened nipples too...

She rubbed my flat abs and briefly touched me down there... Sassa huskily remarked on my wetness.

Ever so slowly she tightened the elbow restraint yet again. I bent my arms to accomodate, writhing a bit under the strain. 

I moaned, even said a long low "owwww" but I did not beg for it to be loosened, nor did Sassa ask.

Sassa kneeled beside me, enjoying my writhing low level of pain and discomfort. "I will tell you something too, my slave property: I am enjoying this. It's incredibly hot."

I smiled despite it all. "Oh mistress, your slave property is sooo aroused. Even when I played by myself, only pretending to be bound in elbow-gloves, I would zoom instantly from not much aroused to high passion. And now, now that it's real... ohhh" I closed my eyes and shook my head.

As she pinched my nipples gently, Sassa asked for the second thing that comes to my mind that would make me melt in submissive ecstasy. 

I whispered "the labia jewelry." I so badly wanted to masturbate.

Sassa quickly found the not only the labia jewelry, but also other clip and clamp jewelry. Smiling, she decided to put one of the butterfly jewelry nipple clamps on my right breast first. "owwww.." I couldn't help biting my lip... and managed a smile for Sassa, our faces inches apart. I looked at her lips suggestively. She accepted my silent invitation and began kissing me, at first softly and tentatively, then tongue exploring my submissive mouth. I sucked at her tongue, but before we became too lust-crazed, she pulled away.

She held up two of the labia jewelry, and looked down. I submissively spread my knees further and thrust my hips forward.

As they were clipped onto my slippery wet labia, the pain induced more writhing. Sassa loved watching me writhe!

"Oh, my owner, my mistress, your slave is so aroused...oh oh so displayed" I moaned more in ecstasy than agony, but a bit of both.

My third thought of utter submission was to be whipped, but I hesitated. What about the pain, and what would Sassa think of me? Then I thought, this fantasy is what I longed for, and I don't want to hide anything from those who can fulfill my ultimate dreams. 

"Mistress, for the third, please don't judge me depraved, but as the slave manual recommends at the beginning of a sensual and loving but total and utter sex slavery, erotic discipline is needed to make ownership - really owning and being owned - a reality in our minds. And... " I hesitated due to embarrassment pausing to shift for my elbows... "I admit it, though I am truly scared of it I also truly want it to. I want to be whipped by you. I want to feel so totally owned and afterward fall to the floor and lick and kiss your feet and hands in utter submission."

Sassa stopped her small movements, holding still, looking with amazement into my eyes. Her lovely lips widened into a big smile; her eyes sparkled.

"Lisa, you are so completely, so totally into this. I love it!" She grabbed the back of my head to pull my mouth to hers. When she pulled away, she gasped, "you hot hot slave, my property, I am going to whip you all morning long. I am going to savor each lash."

"Yes my owner, take me, train me, teach me that I belong utterly to you."

"Slave...your other owner should be part of this training."

"Um yes, mistress, she will be when she wakes up. I am sure it is right and best that you each whip me alone, and together too."

"This could take all day..."

"Yes, my owner, perhaps it should take all day, to teach us all deep down that I am truly yours. I should truly feel that you actually own me, that I am your property. And, you should feel that you totally own me. Only then will this fantasy become totally real - and my fantasy fulfilled. I truly am owned by you. Your property. 

"And now this my fantasy too, slave girl - to own you for real." Sassa nodded. 

We gazed for some time into each other's eyes with serious expressions. 

My thoughts during this gaze were to show by facial expression and eyes that I mean it, that she should train and erotically discipline me as her actual property, that for the contract term I WAS totally truly her PROPERTY. I nodded slightly and seriously to emphasize. My eyebrows raised, my eyes searching into hers with emotion. 

Sassa broke that silent added communication by turning to the suitcase, taking out all three whips.

"I think this little slim whip is good to start, especially since your back isn't available right now." Sassa looked seriously into my eyes. After a moment, I found myself smiling as I returned her gaze. Her face softened and smiled back. 

"It's interesting that you smile after we just discussed how you will be whipped all day long." 

We almost laughed - almost. 

"My owner, I must reveal to you all. I smiled... I smiled because...I like you."

"Oh?" she continued smiling, to my relief. 

"Yes. And I want this. I want to feel what it's like to be a totally owned and thoroughly used love slave. The whips will be an important part of that." 

"Good," she patted my strained shoulder. "Good slave."

"Stand there and face me." She helped me stand.

We both looked down at my thrust-forward chest and perky nipples. Sassa dangled the thin whip across my breasts, slowly several times. 

"Oh my owner...ohhhh" I glanced into her eyes, then down again.

She swung her hand back and flicked forward, stinging my left breast. 

"May I speak, my owner?" She nodded.

"You seem to be a natural at whipping. That was perfect and stung."

"That was lucky I think, or maybe whipping accurately isn't that hard with this smallest whip." 

She smiled wickedly: "I will have lots of practice, plenty of practice today, and for months to come..."

Sassa flicked and flicked and flicked in quick succession. Surprised and stung, I instinctively turned sideways. 

"Hold still, stand straight, and face me, slave. Do not move."

Sassa whipped me sideways across my chest again, followed by a succession of lashes downward, leaving very faint traces of whip marks all along my upper and lower abs, hips, thighs. I resolved to stay still, and flinched only a little, though almost every one of her lashes stung. 

Sassa told me she loved the way I bit my lip in pain. I couldn't believe that I sort-of-flirtatiously blurted out "Does this mean you will erotically torture me a lot?" 

I think my eyes widened in fear of what I just uttered - she might take that as my lust intended: to really subjugate me, Sassa raised her chin in reply. "Hmmm.. what a sex slave you are! I think you just teased me, or even dared me! You are wild!"

My smile vanished. Uh ohhh...

"Yes, slave girl, I guess it does. Yes. I like it."

She caressed both my prominent breasts with her free hand as she continued, "We both know you need this. It will be fascinating to see what might be going too far, what might be just right. I have to admit, I am getting hot watching your emotions, making you blush and wince, and I want to make you my obedient lust-crazed sexpot. I want you to be utterly my, or our, property. I love that concept." 

"I love that idea too," I whispered. "I have dreamed and masturbated to fantasies of being erotically disciplined to the point of crying or screaming, begging and crawling, yet I am afraid. Please be gentle with your love slave, mistress."

Sassa gently pinched a nipple. "Mmmmm, your begging and crying in submission sound hot to me, though I know I shouldn't want to cause pain. But this pain is pleasure, in your case, and so it's OK for me to enjoy it too."

Sassa thought for another moment, inspecting the almost imperceptible and fading whip marks. "We'll just have to explore the right level. Of course, no permanent scars, as the contract specifies."

"Thank you mistress."

Sassa caressed my upturned upthrust breasts. After a while of this, her eyes and overall expressions seemed somehow hazy with lust. She began French-kissing me passionately. 

When she finally pulled back, she looked me over and began running her hands up and down my thighs, arms, abs. She pinched my nipples gently, then toyed with them for some time. Looking me in the eyes, she smiled and raised her hand to my mouth. I licked like the lustful sex slave I was. Soon her fingers were probing deep into my mouth, so sensuously. I sucked them hungrily. Her fingers pumped my mouth to the point I gagged a couple of times. Yet it was somehow so dominating and sensuous I admit I loved it, and the taste of her fingers.

When she as done, I looked sensuously into her eyes, showing her I was not dismayed by gagging, nor the display of passion. 

"It's interesting that I would never want to whip anyone, but for this fantasy of yours I am so hot with the concept of whipping you." 

"This is different - it's for sensual erotic pleasure. My owner, it's my dream. It makes me so hot. In need to experience it."

"Need?" asked Sassa...

I nodded seriously. "I have dreamed of it for so long... it is erotic and makes me hot for itself, but it also makes me really and truly yours and Helen's slave girl property. The fantasy is not real without it... thoroughly."

I lowered my head in embarrassment. 

Sassa raised my chin, and I looked up into her gaze.

"I love it, slave." She stared an uncomfortably long while into my eyes. I began to smile. 

"I also love your blushing, smiled Sassa. "I will make you blush often, slave girl."

"Yes, my owner." I am sure I blushed even more.

"mmm" sighed Sassa as she caressed my chest and thighs. She stepped back to look me over. "I can't believe how amazingly lucky I am, to ACTUALLY OWN you." 

I nodded, looking back at her. "It is true, Mistress Sassa. I am your property. And your slave girl wants to be nothing else but yours and Mistress Helen's utter erotic sex slave."

Sassa beamed, clearly very happy by what I said. 

"That makes me so hot, what you just said, slave."

"My owner, your calling me 'slave' makes me hot. very hot. You make me hot. Being your property makes me hot. Being naked and bound before you makes me hot. I love this so much."

"You said yesterday you are also scared..."

I nodded, still looking directly back at her. "Yes, that too, I am scared" Then I remembered to say "My Owner."

Suddenly Helen's voice made us turn our heads, and for a moment I wondered whether she would be bothered that her sister had been playing with me so.

"Our slave must know that she is really owned, that she is our property. She will be whipped thoroughly and erotically tortured, but we will never permanently harm her, for we would not damage our property... and we love her."

I smiled that she has caught the spirit of the fantasy, and at the word "love."

Helen, hair messy and looking well-slept, looked me over and smiled at both of us. Turning to Sassa, Helen's smile widened. "You wasted no time enjoying our love slave."

Looking back at me, she asked, "Is this your dream come true, Lisa?"

I nodded, almost smiling. "Yes, my owner. I hope it is just the bare beginning."

Helen laughed. "'Bare indeed!"

Sassa smiled. "Oh yes, just the bare beginning, slave girl."

Helen mussed Sassa's hair. "It better be just the beginning. You better use her thoroughly. I'm your older sister and know it's best for you, and you better stay away from those boys."

Sassa looked me over again. "I've got all I want right there, that slave slut."

Helen smiled. "She is ours to enjoy, and she wants it badly. Right now, let's eat breakfast."

Helen started getting food and plates out, but paused to turn. Sassa still stared at the helplessly bound and displayed sex slave. Laughing again, Helen said "this is as I wanted it - Sassa mesmerized by her sex toy."