To recap the last story, my friend, Christina, and her mother, Susan, had made me their sex slave, and I had to be their slave for the entire summer. The last story ended when I was tied up and put in Susan's closet.
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I struggled against my bonds, but nothing gave. I tried to move my lips to get the tape off, that didn't work either. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming across the bedroom. The closet opened.
"Well, slave. Don't you look adorable like that. Hold tight, I will be right back," it was Susan. She left, and came back with a digital camera. She took three pictures, one where she forced me to show my bound wrists. She grabbed my by the arms and forced me to stand. She pulled me over to the bed, and pushed me down onto it.
"I'm going to untie your hands, don't try anything." She said. It was then that I realized that they were serious. I thought they were joking, but I was actually going to be their slave for the rest of the summer. My hands were untied, and then I was told to stand up. My blindfold was removed, but my gag was left on. I was forced to undress. Standing there in my undies and bra, I felt a little embarressed. Christina had bigger brests, and her mother's were bigger. Mine, on the other hand, were average sized and looked small compared to theirs.
My panties were removed, and I covered my pussy with my hands. My bra was next and i was pushed onto the bed. The scratchy wool blankets made my pussy damp. I have a fetish about wool and fur. It's wramness and feeling against my skin makes me wild!
But anyways, she pushed me on the bed, and started to tie my ankles to the bed.
"Oh, we are going to have so much fun with you. Yes, we are," she said as she finished tying my ankles. Next, she climbed ontop of me. I wrapped my arms around her, and she grabbed them and slammed them down on the bed.
"Bad girl!" She tied my wrists to the head board. I pulled at them, but she had tied them too tight. She took my blindfold off, and then undid my gag.
"Are you okay with this, Maggy?" She asked, sypatheticly.
"Yes, mrs. smith (psuedonym, btw) I am having a great time with this. I am perfectly fine with being your slave for the rest of the summer, just as long as I get to wear that coat in your closet."
"You will get to wear that coat, but only when I say so. Got it?" Her hand went down to my pussy, and started fingering it.
Just before I started to cum, she left.
"Later, my dear. Later." she said as she walked out. She winked at me and the shut the door. I swear I heard it locked.
A few minutes later, Christina came in, and sat down on the bed next to me.
"How are you?"
"I'm good. Just a little tied up right now."
"Well, I'm here to gag you, because I can't sleep with you moaning all night. If you wake me up, you won't like it. This is why I never have sleep overs. Don't wake me up. Got it slave?"
"Yes, mistress. I understand."
She grabbed a wad of cloth, and shoved it in my mouth. Duct tape was placed over that. She patted my head, and then pinched my nipples. She left the room. She came back a minute or two later with a collar.
"If you are going to be my slave, you are going to be a proper slave." She put it around my neck. There was a lock on the back of it, and she locked it.
"There, nice and snug. It's about seven o'clock now, and we need to get a lot of rest for tomorrow. So my mother will be in in a bit. Sleep tight, slave."
She headed out the door. "Oh and remember, don't wake me up." She looked at me seriously.
to be continued