"Wow, you picked up the lingo quickly," Billy joined in. "Let's see if you mean it. Spread those knees apart so we can see that sweet pussy and little okole asshole of yours," she ordered.
"Nice," I heard Chris say as she moved in and began to rim my asshole with her hot tongue. I just lost it at that moment and fell forward.
"On your knees slut!" she shouted and when I got back into position quickly she flipped over and slipped up between my knees to bury her face in my slit, and as she did, Billy somehow found room to move her tongue to my ass, and begin to lick slowly and teasingly around that puckered little hole. Not to be left out of the fun, Jen worked herself in front of me and with one hand pinched my nipple hard and squeezed by breast and with the other hand did the same to Chris. The flood of sensations was mind-blowing and soon followed by a flood of juices as I exploded in orgasm.
"Stop slut, nobody gave you permission to come. Stop it at once," Billy scolded. Little good it did her, and I could not have stopped the waves of pleasure that crested in me for anyone or anything. "Stay still, stay on your knees. Come on spread your ass open, and up. That's better."
I couldn't help it; I collapsed right on top of Chris, smashing my mound into her face. It hardly seemed to bother her as she kept eating me with delightful little sounds and terrific tongue action. The others just threw themselves on top of the heap and soon we all just lay still. Then Chris mumbled something and began to twist and pull herself free.
"This fucking slave tried to suffocate me and you guys did nothing to help me. She will pay for this," then ruined the false drama of the moment by breaking out laughing. We all joined in and got hysterical. We finally untangled the mass of naked flesh on the floor and sort of flung ourselves on the floor where we all sat smiling at each other in a silly bit of girlish stupidity.
The silence was soon broken by Billy. "O.K. ladies, let's get this sorry slave initiated."
Chris and Jen left to return moments later with a large black wooden box with brass handles on the end and a big lock on the front. It was about four feet long, and two feet high and deep.
"These are our toys, Lani. Let us show you what we got to work with," said Billy excitedly.
As Jen braided my huge mass of long, tightly curled hair into a thick rope, I watched in terror and amazement as the box was placed in front of me and Billy bent with a large key to open it.
I was spellbound as I looked into the well-ordered box lined with dark red velvet. The first thing to catch my eye was a long black leather whip that was coiled at one end. It had a heavy wooden handle and was made of braided leather. It tapered all the way to a really thin strip at the end. It looked awful. Billy reached into the box with great ceremony and slowly removed the contents one at a time and placed them on the koa coffee table in front of the couch where I sat.
"Lani, get off the couch and kneel down here on the floor. Put your feet under your ass, and spread your knees." Billy barked at me. "If you are going to be our slave, you need to start acting like one. Fold your hands behind your back. Sit up straight. That's better. Now remember to sit like this. Got it? Fine."
"Oh, this is going to be fun," I thought.
A cat-o-nine tails sort of whip, and a couple of nasty thin switch like things I later found out were canes were the first to be laid with care on the table. Next she pulled out a long very flexible dark brown leather braid about four feet long with no discernible handle.
"Lani, this is my snake. I love to use it. It leaves the most exquisite marks for a couple of days," she said with the same sparkle in her voice. "Used just right it will make you dance and send you to places you have never been before. If you can stand it, I can draw your blood with it. The bullwhip too, of course." She sounded scary now.
"It looks so cruel," I whimpered.
"In a way it is. But, if what we've heard about you is right, you will love it."
"What have you heard?" I was quick to ask.
"Nothing really. I mean if we judged you right, you will love it... and I think we have," she came back quickly with her voice a bit flustered.
"Do you like it Chris? The whip, I mean," I asked in a matter of fact way.
"No, I hate it."
"Lani," Billy interjected, "you will soon find out that Chris, like me, is much better at topping than being the bottom. Jen on the other hand is a lot more like I think you are, and gets off when we punish her."
"What's topping and bottom?" I asked.
"Sort of S&M jargon for those who give it out and those that take it," Chris explained.
"Oh, I see. So Jen, do you like the snake?" I asked with the most naive curiosity.
"I didn't at first, but sometimes I do now. But - you are right - it is cruel. That's what makes it so hot. The last time Billy and Chris used it on me was months ago and I had marks and welts for days." She actually blushed and looked at the floor, "I just loved it."
Then from the box came a few sets of black leather wrist and ankle cuffs. The wrist straps were wider and had a soft padding on the inside. The ankle straps were only about one inch wide and did not have the padding. Each had a very strong looking buckle and ring. Another pair seemed to wrap around and buckle in three places with a long strap coming up the middle. She also placed some more narrow, almost delicate ones on the table. Pretty, even beautiful in a threatening way.
O.K. I told myself, now I'm scared - no turning back now however. I wasn't too sure of what I was looking at next. Billy took out a tin like tea comes in, and from it removed a silver chain about eight inches long with funny little clips like tweezers on each end. Billy laid it on the table and straightened it out. Another chain was gold and had little slipknots like nooses at the ends. This too was laid with loving care on the table next to the silver one. The next had big complicated clips she called 'butterflies', and another was like clips but had little screws coming out the side. Lastly Billy removed from the tin yet another chain. This one was a little longer than the other two and had what appeared to be thin clamps made of several prongs at each end. The clamps had little rings around them like the tweezers did.
"What are those, Billy?" I asked expecting the worst.
Jen shot in with, "Oh Lani, you'll really hate those. They are Billy's favorite nipple clips. They really hurt like a son of a bitch. The longer they're on the worse they get. Well, not exactly. After a long time you get kind of a dull numb pain. But when they come off I guarantee you will scream. It will make you understand where heaven and hell meet."
"You had these on before?"
"Oh yeah, lots of times. I hate them."
"Then why have you had them on lots of times?"
"Because I love to hate them."
"What?" I asked.
"That pair hurt so fucking bad," she said as she pointed to the ones with the teeth at the end of tweezer-like things, "that every time they put them on me I can't help letting out a scream. And they can just keep pushing up that little ring and make them bite harder and harder," Jen confessed with apparent joy. "But I love to endure the pain. It makes me so fucking hot that I am ready for anything after they have been on for about five minutes. And, like I said, after the initial pain begins to subside as your nipples go numb, you know what's coming when they are going to come off. You look forward to having them off, but know that the shot of pain will be incredible."
I'd heard of nipple clips, but actually thought they had to do with the nipple piercing. Again, I was excited by how they looked and imagined how sexy they must look on someone. But I was shaken by what Jen had said and how they might feel when the someone they were on, and off of, was going to be me.
A tiny wooden, Chinese looking, lacquered box was placed on the table next, and then something that looked like an electric eraser and a telephone with more wires and clips came out to empty the treasure chest of perverted little
toys. From what I knew of Japanese kanji I thought I could read the word fire or burning sticks or something. It looked too elaborate to be a matchbox. I didn't even ask about the last two items. At this point I was hoping I wouldn't find out about them.
Billy heaped a bunch of ropes and chains of various length and widths, a Tupperware box full of little fishing weights and a shoebox labeled 'electrical sexual stimulation' full of God knows what on the table and floor.
"Well, it all seems to be here," Billy reported. "Don't worry baby, you'll find out what most of it is for over the next few days. You will find those things you hate and those that you don't. This will be wonderful." She paused for a moment and looking me directly in the eye in a way that conveyed a sincerity I had not seen before, asked, "Well baby, shall we begin?"
Chapter Six
The night was balmy with only a hint of a breeze off the sea. It was about midnight as we stepped from the living room out onto the deck. The moon was full and cast a beautiful silver glow on the deck, the sand, and the sea beyond.
"Stand over by the hammock Lani, facing the ocean," was Billy's rather brusque and suddenly very business-like order to me. "Chris, take down the hammock. Jen, help me with the straps" she barked in a tone that shattered the otherwise idyllic and romantic setting.
"To get the initiation started, we will each give you five lashes with the whip - a total of fifteen. We will see how you can handle that. Tomorrow we'll move on with more initiation punishments and humiliations as we decide."
"I though we were each going to give her ten," asked Chris.
"Yeah, but I've decided to start slow and then we can give her ten of our best later," came Billy's reply in a tone with such authority that it left no room for argument.
"Didn't you say that I only had to take ten from each of you to be initiated?" I questioned with some panic building in me.
"Not exactly. I said we would each give you ten. I never said that was all you would get. The thing is girl, that once you said you wanted to join, we can do whatever we want, and if you don't take it you fail. As simple as that," Billy told me.
"Put out your hands," Jen said shyly.
I did. A chill hit me in the small of the back. It was fear and excitement mixed in a dangerous combination. As Billy and Jen brought the straps around my wrists I began to shudder ever so slightly as if shivering from the cold. But it was warm and I noticed I had a bit of a sheen from the light sweat that was beginning to form on my body. Nerves. Pure and simple. They cinched the straps tightly, tucked the end of the strap under the buckle and loop and then turned the wrist straps so that the long part with the ring at the end lay across my palm.
Billy tossed an ankle strap to Jen. "Spread your legs a bit. Come on, wider," Billy urged as she slapped the inside of my right thigh. In a moment the thinner straps were secured around my ankles. I liked the look and feel of all this. I could see myself as "O." I felt ready, and yet at the same time I wanted to bolt. My heart rate must have been faster than after a hard hour of aerobics.
"O.K. Lani, last chance to quit on us. If we don't start now we can go back to how it was a few minutes ago. You just leave and that is that. From here on out there is no going back. Do you understand? You can't quit and go back to how it is now once we start the initiation. Got that? You can't quit. It's now or never," she repeated.
I just nodded weakly that I understood. I knew that once I had said yes to the idea earlier and gotten this far I had already passed the point of no return. As I stood there Jen and Billy moved over to help Chris finish getting the hammock unhooked from the chains that hung down from the overhead beams. Suddenly it got real clear.
Billy continued, "If you want it to stop permanently, then use the safeword "Surfers Suck!" That will stop us cold and it will be over and we will call you a cab to take you home right then. O.K.?"
"Yeah, I guess. If I say the safeword, then it's pau."
"Right, pau, over, finished. No second chance! So what's the safeword?"
"Surfers Suck."
"O.K., that's it. You can beg for mercy or ask for me to go easy or anything, but I or the others can do whatever we want. We can ease up, or stop what we are doing, or make it worse, it is up to us. But if you say the safeword the initiation and our relationship ends in that instant."
"Should she lose the g-string?" Jen asked to no one in particular.
"Let her keep it on this time. She looks good and it will make her feel better on her first trip to not be totally naked," Billy responded. The tone was more tender than the harshness of her threats only seconds earlier. Emotions were running wild in all of us, and our voices were giving us away in the half-light of the deck.
Her tone shifted back to brusque, "It's time to begin your adventure. Soon you will be part of our group forever. And, I think your life will change forever too."
She was right, a moment later my life changed for good. 'Good' in terms of for the better, and in terms of forever. I didn't realize it at time, but I had found the one thing I was missing. As Jen and Chris raised my hands above my head, they clipped the rings of the wrist straps to the hanging chains.
"Too low Jen," said Billy. "Let's get her nicely stretched just on the balls of her feet. We won't leave her there that long, she might as well start off right."
Billy bent over and clipped the two ankle straps together. They stood back to admire their handiwork. I was filled with fear. Fear of what was about to happen, and fear of how I would react. But I knew I looked magnificent.
The pull on my arms was already making itself felt. How long could I stand on my tiptoes? I was tense, but I was totally turned on, at that very point I knew I was going to get off on what was about to happen. The tingle I felt in my body was beginning to take over and yell at me, "Lani, this is you. This is what you've been looking for. This is the kind of wild excitement you crave. Go for it!"
Billy stepped forward and began to gently stroke my face with her hand. Our eyes locked and she moved to whisper in my ear.
"I wish you could see how beautiful you are at this moment," she said.
Her hands began to ever so softly run from my armpits up and down my sides. I tensed, yet let out a low moan that belied the way I was feeling. I had closed my eyes and didn't notice that one of the girls had moved behind me. The first I noticed was when I felt a hand running over my ass and playing by tracing the line of the g-string down the crack of my backside. My hips began to move in a manner that gave away how excited I was becoming. I knew that the turn-on came from not only how they were touching me, but also from the way I was helpless to do anything about it strung up as I was like a big 'Y.' My breath quickened and my chest began to heave as Billy's hands found my breasts, gently stroking them in broad circles and then suddenly pinching my rock hard nipples. I let out a little gasp and strained on the wristbands. At that point I opened my eyes and saw Chris moving in to join. Her hand was instantly headed for my clit. The moment she touched it I jerked wildly in my chains and slipped from my tiptoes and my arms took all my weight. I pulled my legs up to my waist in a sort of reflex defensive action, even though the sensations I was experiencing were fantastic. I was about to explode, when the mood was suddenly broken.
"She's ready Billy. She is wet as she can get without coming," Chris said, like giving the evening weather report.
"O.K., let's begin Lani's initiation," Billy ordered.
She reached for the long whip with several flat leather tails about a half-inch wide and moved before me about six feet away and slightly to my right. Although stretched, I tensed as I saw her arm go back. "Oh my God, this is it," I thought. A thud and then like a smack a stinging sensation shot out across my stomach. It was a strange feeling. Like a hard slap. It hurt a bit, but not too much I remember thinking.
The second blow was to my ass. The intensity seemed harder - the sound was more
frightening than the sting was painful. Three more lashes fell in quick succession. No one said anything. I didn't make a sound, but I did squirm a bit as each blow landed. I began to think I could handle this fairly well. As I did, I noticed that my feeling of sexual arousal began to dissipate.
"O.K., that's my five," said Billy flatly, handing the whip to Chris.
As Billy stepped aside, I looked at the expression on Chris's face. Again, the fear flooded back. The blows from Billy had given me the sense that this was a fun erotic game we were playing. A sexy look and feel, but not all that sincere, serious or dangerous. Chris's face on the other hand had an intensity that looked more like meanness and said something rather different.
She turned squarely to Billy, hands on hips, "I told you we should start harder. Lani is tough. You know that. If we don't get her started well this won't work the way we want. And Ms. Ba..." she caught herself suddenly in mid-sentence, stuttered and began again "... and, and you know what I mean, it's like you-know-who said. If a person does not find the first whipping both painful and sexually arousing, she won't associate the two subconsciously and want to keep it up."
"What the fuck are you, a fucking psychologist?" Billy shot back angrily.
"Don't get pissed. You know I'm right. We know you are hot for Lani. That's no reason to go so easy. On the contrary, you owe it to both of you, hell, to all of us, to do it right. This isn't going to get you hot, me hot, or her hot."
"All right then. You crank it up a bit and see what kind of reaction you can get out of her. But let me tell you, I don't want to push her over the edge and have her quit on us either," Billy retorted.
Chris stepped back to my side and brought the whip forward with strength and swiftness, slashing it across my upper back. I immediately felt the difference between her blow and Billy's. A slow dull burn spread across my back. Within a couple of seconds a second, third and fourth blow had been directed across my back and butt. I was beginning to get the idea about this whipping thing hurting, but not at all sure about the being turned on part. I decided to play my role as brave and tough. Besides, while these lashes were definitely getting my attention, and I could feel my skin getting hot, I knew I could handle it. I shook my head in a theatrical manner calculated to say so. Chris apparently got the message as her next blow took me by complete surprise slapping hard at my left breast. As the burning sensation passed through my nipple, I couldn't help but let out a slight whimper.
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