Princess Felicity

Chapter 9

A full week into her slavery, Felicity had still not adjusted to her current lot in life. The sex was good; very good. And the sex was frequent; very frequent. And the sex was varied; very varied. She was used by James at least twice a day. Liv provided her with at least three orgasms each day. And every other day, she was given to the insatiable Dahlia for several hours and she lost track of the number of times she climaxed.

She had sex in bed. She had sex on the floor. She had sex on the dining room table, the kitchen table and each of the coffee tables. She had sex standing. She had sex suspended by her wrists. She had sex in the pool. There were probably other places, but she lost track of that too.

She had never before had so many orgasms. And she had no idea that orgasms could be so powerful. Her body, or at least her erogenous zones, loved her new role as a sexual plaything.

But despite all of the wonderful eroticisms, several things bothered her. She was naked. She had not worn a stitch of clothing since her capture and she couldn't get fully comfortable with the constant enforced nudity. It became especially troubling for her when she was exposed to someone new. The maid and the gardener had witnessed her naked charms since her second day of captivity. In the following days, so had the postman, the appliance repairman, the real estate agent and the delivery boy. And over the weekend, James and Liv invited another couple to dinner and Felicity was on display. While she was allowed to eat dinner at the table with the hosts and their guests, naked of course, she was placed kneeling on a pedestal after dinner as a sort of decorative piece. It was all very disconcerting.

Another thing that bothered her was the punishments. Everyone makes mistakes and Felicity was no exception. But now, when she made mistakes, they were always met with punishments, some of which were very cruel. The couple had replaced the spatula with a variety of paddles, whips, clamps, and other cruel and devious devices. On day, she dropped a plate in the sink. Nothing broke. There was no damage. But for that mistake, she was tied spread eagle across the kitchen table so that Liv could punish her sex with a flogger. The leather strands of the flogger stung a little bit but were not really painful. But the humiliation of being treated this way was very painful to her.

On another occasion, she had been given five minutes to make James climax using only her lips and tongue. It had taken over six minutes. The result was Felicity wearing two vicious clamps on her tender nipples for the next hour.

For another minor infraction, she ware a huge plug in her bottom for half the day. "Relax, little one," Liv had told her. "You would have worn this anyways. This is just training so that James can enjoy you there." Despite this news, Felicity still viewed it as cruel punishment and was sure that she would view it as punishment if or when James sodomized her.

Yet another reason that Felicity was ill at ease with her station in life was the uncertainty. This was supposed to be a two week vacation. It was already half over and she had no idea whether or not she would be released at the end of the two weeks. The two owners always talked about their new property or their prized possession or their beautiful slave. The words temporary or current were never used. She knew that she could ask, but she was afraid of what the answer might be.

But the most important reason that she disliked being a slavegirl was that she liked it. Despite all of the humiliation and punishment and uncertainty, she found herself liking it. She got to explore all kinds of adventurous sex without guilt. She was being forced to do these things, after all.

Today, she was simply hanging out. Actually, she was just hanging. She had been fastened inside a wooden frame with her arms and legs stretched outward toward the corners of the frame. They had done a very good job of binding her because there was not an inch of slack in the ropes. Her body was stretched tight as a drum. And she was completely exposed and vulnerable, a state that Dahlia took advantage of frequently. The housekeeper thrilled as she would stop by during her breaks to enjoy the slavegirl. Nipples were sucked. Felicity's sex was kissed, licked, sucked and probed. And even her bottom has been probed by the maid.

Currently, she had a banana embedded in her sex and she had been told not to let it drop or she would be punished. The curve of the fruit made it easier to hold it in, but her growing arousal was working against her as she lubricated freely.

James and Liv had left for the afternoon but were expected home in time for dinner. Felicity did not how long she had been bound or what time it was, but she felt that they should be arriving soon.

"It's getting hot out there," she heard the male voice coming from the kitchen. "Oh my, oh my," she heard as Maxwell stepped into the living room. "A present all wrapped up for me."

The gardener was shirtless and shoeless, as usual, and his baggy shorts soon started to look like a tent in front. As Felicity watched, the shorts strained more and more.

"Gotta get me one of these slaves of my own," he said as he reached out to grasp one of the breasts.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Maxwell," warned Felicity. "James and Liv should be back soon."

"Hush now, baby," replied Maxwell as his other hand claimed the other breast. "I just want to use you a little. It's kind of like a tip for doing good work." He released the breasts for a moment and quickly dropped his shorts to his ankles, kicking them aside. Felicity gasped when the very erect cock sprang into view, showing her the most massive penis she could imagine. She protested some more, but to no avail. The black man stepped closer and slipped the banana out, replacing it with his huge pole and causing Felicity to moan. Despite its impressive size, it slid easily into the bound slavegirl, thanks to her constant state of arousal.

The coupling did not last long. Maxwell pounded his shaft in and out of her for about ten minutes and then climaxed. He withdrew and patted her cheek before going back outside to finish his work. "Let's do that again some time," he said as he departed.

About ten minutes later, James and Liv returned home. "You're making a mess," observed Liv. A large puddle of sperm lay on the floor beneath Felicity and the black man's seed continued to dribble out of her well used sex.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. It's not my fault."

"Maxwell?" James asked.

"Yes, Master."

"I wish I had been here to watch that," commented James. Felicity just looked at him in disbelief. She had expected him to be upset that Maxwell had violated her. At least he should be angry that Maxwell had used something of theirs without their permission. But instead, he just regretted missing the action.