Jimmy Becomes Jenny - Chapters 5-6 free porn video

The next morning I considered dressing as Jenny, but decided that since Miranda was coming over later to help I'd just throw on some jeans and a T-shirt. Shortly after breakfast the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi, is Jenny there?" I recognized Cindy's voice saying. "This is she," I said. "What's up?" "Miranda got roped into doing some stuff with her mom this morning, but I told her that I could help you get ready. I'm thinking I'll come over in an hour or so, does that work?" "That's fine with me. I'll see you later." I needed to do a couple things around the house before I left for the party, but I had plenty of time before Cindy showed up. I was feeling a little horny, so I decided to see if I could find something of Karen's to wear while I did my chores. As one of the things I needed to do was take out the trash, a skirt was out of the question for today. I went to the drawer full of shorts and pants, setting aside the pair of jeans that had foiled my attempts at zipping yesterday. Underneath those I found a pair of pale pink corduroy pants that looked great, but would call more attention to me than I was comfortable with. I eventually settled on a pair of black pants that could easily pass for men's from a distance, but that had the zipper on the side. I tried them on over the boxers I was wearing but couldn't seem to keep them from bunching up. I set the pants aside and turned to Karen's underwear drawer. I selected a bra that I figured Karen hadn't worn in a while: one with a small cup size and some padding. I took the pants and the bra back to my room where I stepped out of my boxers and retrieved the pink panties Miranda had given me. I tucked my penis back as best I could and pulled the panties snug. Now the pants fit fine, though they were tight enough that I could make out the hint of a panty line. Next the bra followed by my own shirt. It was loose enough that even the padded cups were obscured, but I could definitely feel them against my chest. Fully dressed now I set about my work. Soon all I had left to do was take out the trash and get the mail. I slipped my shoes on and hauled the bag into the garage. Once I had it in the large plastic can I rolled it down the driveway to the street. From there a quick trip to the mailbox, then back to the house. I waved to a couple of my neighbors, turned on by the thought of what I was wearing in secret. It wasn't long afterward that Cindy arrived at my house. I stepped out the door as she was pulling into the driveway, and I waved her into the garage. I closed the garage door behind her as she got out of the car. "Hey cutie, grab that bag in the backseat, will you?" she asked. I dutifully pulled it out, a pink gym bag and slung it over my shoulder. Then I followed Cindy into my house and we walked to my room. I set my bag on the bed while Cindy started to pull a few things out of the one she was carrying. She set several bottles on my desk, then set her bag down. "Ok," she said, "I want you to take a quick shower and use this shampoo and conditioner. You probably don't need to worry about your legs yet, that Nair will probably keep the hair off for at least a week, but take this razor and shave your armpits. Call me before you get out, I'll help you shave your pubes. We can trim them first with the clippers I brought. Got all that?" I told her that I did, and we headed to the bathroom. She plugged in a small electric trimmer then turned to me. She reached for the front of my pants to undo them, then stopped with a little smile. She reached around to the side and unzipped the pants, pulling them down my legs once they were open. I pulled off my shirt, leaving me there in panties and a padded bra. I pulled my panties down as she brought the trimmer near. Cindy flipped the switch on the trimmer and the snapped to life. She gently maneuvered it around my crotch leaving me with short, soft hair. Then she removed a plastic cover and trimmed more of the hair all the way to the skin. When she was finished I had a small heart-shaped patch left. She ran her fingers over my skin to judge the stubble. By now I was getting erect from the handling of my cock. I reached down to stroke it but Cindy playfully slapped my hand away. "Naughty naughty," she teased. "I have a surprise for you later, so no spoiling your appetite. Now get showered, and don't forget to call me if you want help with your patch down here.". She ran her fingers through the now short hair, giggling as I gasped with pleasure. She strode out of the door, leaving me to the shower. I showered quickly, but shaving my armpits took me a few minutes. I decided I didn't need Cindy's help for the heart, so I shaved the stubble around it smooth, then stepped out of the shower. Cindy had taken my clothes from the bathroom, so I wrapped a towel around myself, covering my chest like I had been told before. When I got to my room, I found what Cindy had been busy with while I showered. The gym bag was now empty, and there was a large pile of clothes next to it. "So I had a couple of ideas, and I think Miranda will really, really like them. How do you feel about being a sissy maid for the party? I have this sexy outfit for you, and you can let everyone at the party order you around." "I don't know, that sounds a little scary, letting everyone order me around." "Trust me, you'll be super hot, everyone else will have some fun, and Miranda will love it. And nobody will make you do anything you don't really want to do. Plus you like being told what to do. That's part of what makes you such a great match for Miranda. She's naturally dominant, you're submissive. Please?" "Alright, I'll do it." "Ok, now there's one more thing. Let me show you this, then we can decide on whether to keep it.". Cindy picked several plastic pieces off the bed and knelt in front of me. I felt her slide my cock into a hollow piece of the plastic, then felt another piece behind my balls. I heard a couple clicks, then Cindy sat back on her feet. I looked down go see my cock encased in a plastic cage and locked with a small padlock. "What the hell?" "It's a chastity device. You won't be able to get off, or even erect until you take it off. I have the key to it right here, so if you really don't want to wear it, I can remove it. But if you're game, I can hold on to it, and you can give it to Miranda when we get to the party. I know she'll enjoy that kind of control, and again, I think you'll enjoy being controlled. What do you think?" "I don't know, this is pretty weird. But I guess since you have the key, if it's too much I can take it off right?" Cindy nearly leapt off the floor to kiss me. "Oh, this is going to be great! Ok, start with the bra, garter belt, and stockings." I picked up the bra from the pile of clothes on the bed. It felt good brushing against my skin, but I could distinctly feel a gap where the cups sat out away from my chest. Cindy handed me two large breast forms that filled the cups out nicely and created some cleavage. I wrapped the garter belt around my waist and then carefully pulled the stockings up my legs. As I attached the stockings to the belt, Cindy helped me by straightening the seams up the backs of my legs. She also strapped a pair of pink cuffs on my legs, just above the ankle. They each had a D- ring on them, and she turned them until the rings were on the inside. Next she stood up again and instructed me to hold out my arms. When I did so, she put another pair of cuffs on my arms, near the wrists. Then she held up the black maid's dress I was going to wear. I asked her about panties, but she told me they could wait. I stepped into the dress and Cindy zipped it up behind me. I could feel the petticoats making the dress puff out brush against my legs as I turned around. Cindy told me to lie down on the bed, then walked toward my closet. "Where do you keep your buttplug?" I directed her to it, then she returned to the bed. She slid her panties down and off, then straddled me facing my feet. She lowered her pussy over my face and I pushed my tongue into her, flicking it gently over her clit as I did so. I felt her settle her weight on me, then she lifted my legs and spread them. I flinched when I felt a drop of cold lube on my asshole, but Cindy just ground her crotch against my face and I got back to my task. I felt the tip of the plug begin to force its way into me, and I slowed down with my tongue, taking time to breath slowly while she pressit it into me. She was gentle, but insistent and I felt the plug stretch me wide before settling inside me. My cock strained against its cage, trying to get hard. I whimpered in frustration. "Mmmmm, you're so good at that, Babe," I heard Cindy say. "Lets see how fast you can get me off. As motivation, as soon as I'm done I'll stop teasing you, how does that sound?" I began to ask her what she meant when I felt her lift my cock in its cage and then felt the warm embrace of her mouth around it. She was giving me a blowjob in my chastity belt! The feeling was amazing, but without any kind of contact I couldn't get release. I kicked into high gear, jamming my tongue as deep into her warm cunt as I could, gently nibbling on her clit with my lips. Soon I could hear her start to squeal with pleasure. I felt my cock slide partway out of her mouth and I kept licking, hungrily drinking her juices down. "God, if I didn't love Miranda so much I'd steal you away for myself! Stay here, Honey, I'll go get something to clean us up so we don't mess up your outfit." She soon returned with a damp washcloth and cleaned my face, then she wiped the excess lube off my ass and gave her pussy a once-over as well. She pulled her panties back on and then handed me a pair. "Here you go, now it's time for these." I pulled the panties up my legs tucking my caged cock back as far as it would go. I saw a pair of 4" heels at the foot of the bed that were far too big to be Cindy's. I sat down on the bed and put them on, buckling the ankle straps as tight as I could. I wobbled as I stood up, but Cindy helped me balance, and I practiced walking up and down the hall for several minutes. I could feel the large plug shifting inside me as I walked, and I commented on this to Cindy. "Yeah, it should be rubbing on your prostate. Ought to keep you nice and horny. In fact, you might be able to get yourself off that way even though you can't touch yourself. Probably be tough to get enough stimulation just from walking with the plug, but I'm sure there'll be other things up there before the night is over." With that she led me into Karen's room and sat me in a chair at her vanity, turned to face the room. She took three small metal pieces out of her purse and used them to link my wrists and ankles all together. I was sitting at a very awkward angle on my chair, my hands down between my feet. Telling me not to go anywhere, Cindy left the room. I waited, unable to be my fingers near any of the links to unhook them. I heard her car trunk slam and then soon she reappeared in the doorway carrying a very large makeup kit. "Just testing those restraints, Sweetie," she said as she unhooked me and returned me to a sitting position. "Looks like they'll work just fine." She turned my chair around so I could see the vanity mirror, then began to put the makeup on my face. She talked as she did so, explaining what she was putting on and why she was using the colors she had chosen. Then she pulled out a pair of tweezers and began to pluck my eyebrows. "I'm not going to do a lot here, just clean them up a little," she explained. "I think you'd look sexy with some nice, femmy, arched eyebrows. You'd probably love them, but Jimmy would have a hard time explaining them to people.". She spent a couple more minutes before she was satisfied, then stood me back up. I was still a bit unsteady in the heels, but I managed to stay upright on my own, and got back into the feel of them quickly. Cindy tried to coach me some more, instructing me to roll my hips when I walked and to try harder to keep both feet on one line instead of two parallel ones. Eventually she was satisfied that my walk was more feminine. I had discovered that my new technique had made the plug much more comfortable to walk with. "Ok, one last thing and then we'll be ready to go. Do you know how to curtsey?" Cindy asked. I shook my head, so she showed me, lifting the edges of her skirt and crossing one leg behind the other as she bent at the knee. I tried it a few times, and picked it up quickly. The hardest part was keeping my balance. I turned to Cindy and curtsied to her, bending my knees as deeply as I could. She clapped her hands and hopped with delight, then gave me a crushing hug and a kiss. "That's fantastic! You're going to be the hit of the party." Stopping by my room to pick up empty bags and other essentials, we made our way to the garage. I snagged the garage remote as we piled into Cindy's car. While she set the bags in the back seat, I struggled with where to put the many things in my hands. As she turned back to the wheel she dropped a purse in my lap. I opened it up and dropped my wallet, keys, and garage remote inside. "While you have that open, why don't you grab your lipstick," Cindy suggested. "It never hurts to freshen up your lips." I reached into the purse, feeling around past the stuff I'd just thrown in. I felt several condoms, a couple of tampons, and eventually came up with a tube of lipstick. I pulled off the cap and twisted the tube, watching the lipstick come twirling up. Then I pulled down my visor and flipped open the mirror so I could get a good look at my lips. Cindy was driving fairly slowly, but I applied the lipstick very carefully. I didn't want it to end up all over my face. I traced the outline of my lips first, then filled in the rest of the surface. I pouted at the mirror and made sure I had covered them entirely, then reached for a tissue on Cindy's dash to blot them. I looked over to see her smiling at me. "I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that's not the first time you've put lipstick on." "I've done it a few times. " "So when I was telling you all the stuff I was doing earlier, I was just wasting my breath?" "Ha, no, the only other makeup I've ever tried was mascara, and I was worried about my eyes, so I didn't do a very good job. Lipstick is easy to clean off; I've always had to worry about Mom or Karen coming home, so I only tried makeup that I knew could wash off quickly." "I see --" Cindy started to day, but she was cut off by her cell phone ringing. "Hey, yeah, we can definitely pick you up. We're on our way. See you soon." As we drove to our destination Cindy gave me a quick run down of my duties as the maid. I would be serving drinks and snacks, and when I was given an order I should say "Yes Sir" or "Yes Miss" and curtsey. I should also curtsey whenever I finish following an order. Other than those specifics I should be respectful and obedient and do my best to please everyone at the party. She also had me work on my voice, pitching it up higher and trying to add a breathy quality to it. We turned onto a dirt driveway that had potholes and some deep ruts. The bouncing of the car along the road drove my plug into me again and again. It was a little uncomfortable, but it was also arousing, which was much worse. I felt my dick attempting to get hard again only to strain against its plastic prison. Soon we pulled to a stop near a large farmhouse surrounded by open fields. I saw a man out walking along a fence, but he didn't pay any attention to us. I followed Cindy to the front door, which she opened without knocking. As she walked in she called out, "Hello?" then motioned for me to come in. I heard footsteps from a nearby room and then a woman's voice saying, "Cindy, is that you? Come on in." My heart started pounding, but Cindy was on top of the situation and shoved me down a hallway. I heard her hiss, "Go!" then she turned around and moved away from the hallway to intercept the woman. I nervously wandered down the hallway, looking through the open doors, wondering where I was going. As I passed a bathroom I realized it had been a while, and I needed to relieve myself. I closed and locked the door behind me, then lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. I considered attempting to pee standing for only a few seconds before turning around and sitting down. After cleaning myself up when I was done I opened the door and stuck my head out to check that the coast was clear. I heard Cindy and the woman still talking, so I continued my trip down the hall. Eventually I came to an open door that, judging by the couple of posters of boys on the wall and the small collection of stuffed animals on the pink bedspread, belonged to a teenage girl. I knocked on the door and heard "Come in," so I entered the room. "Hi, I'm, uh, Jenny, I'm Cindy's friend," I introduced myself. "Well hi, 'uh, Jenny,' I'm Stephanie, or just Steph, if you don't mind.". She looked me up and down. "I like your outfit and your makeup, but your hair needs some work. I have a couple wigs from old Halloween costumes if you want to try them on. She turned back to her closet and came out with a long red wig and a shorter one with curly, blond hair. She held them up near my face, then handed me the blond one and put the red one back in the closet. I walked over to the full length mirror hanging on Steph's wall and lifted the blond wig over my head. She came over with some bobby pins to attach the wig securely to my head. I adjusted it a bit and soon had all of my own hair hidden underneath the blond curls. I turned away from the mirror and saw Steph zipping up a small duffel bag. The bag she tossed on the floor near the door, then she was back to the closet where I heard the clicking of hangars being shoved rapidly around. Cindy came in and closed the door behind her as Steph came out of the closet holding a pair of hangars, each with an outfit. "Hey Cindy, which of these do you think I should wear tonight? I really like this one," she lifted a tight blue dress with a short skirt, "But I think the other one shows off my figure better. "The other one" was a white, spaghetti-strap tank top with a pink print pattern and a pair of leather pants. Though Steph was a little shorter than Cindy and had a thin build, her breasts were big enough and the top was tight enough that it would give her increidble cleavage. The pants also looked way too small for her. "Why don't you let me see you in the second one?" Cindy took the hangar with the blue dress from Steph. Steph tossed the outfit on the bed and stripped off her T-shirt. She slid the tank top over her head and pulled it down until the cups of her bra were clearly visible. "That actually looks really hot, but you need a different bra with it." Cindy stepped over to the dresser and turned back with one of Steph's bras. It was black, with cups that started solid with a lacy overlay and ended with just a hint of the material behind. She held it out and Steph reached behind herself to undo her bra clasp, but she paused and looked at me. "Dont worry," Cindy said, "It's just us girls here. Go ahead and show her, Jenny." "What? No, it's ok, I can just turn around." "Oh, where's the fun in that?" Cindy stripped off her own top and her bra quickly followed. "She's going to see it eventually, you might as well get it over with now." Cindy grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts. I winced as my cock again tried to get hard. I pulled my hands away, lowered my panties, and lifted my skirt, revealing my imprisonment to Steph. She took her hands away from her bra and reached toward my crotch. I backed up a step and let the skirt fall, covering myself but leaving an obvious bulge. Steph shrugged and removed her bra. Instead of taking the other from Cindy, Steph pulled off her skirt and panties. She went to her dresser and bent at the waist, rummaging through the drawer. With her pussy peeking out between her legs and her tight ass, I felt my frustration growing again. I turned away and tried to calm myself down. I turned back when I heard both girls giggling. Steph had put the bra on as well as a tiny black thong. She stepped into the leather pants and pulled them up, struggling to get them closed. By the time she did they were practically skintight. Then the tank top was back, and with the combination of the cleavage and the wispy edge of the bra cups, Stephanie was a knockout. She stepped into a pair of low, strappy heels, then over to her desk. She applied her makeup expertly and stood back up. Cindy had already gotten her bra back on and was soon dressed again. Steph picked up her purse and Cindy grabbed Steph's bag, handing it to me when she straightened. Then the two of them headed out the door, leaving me to follow them. I was nervous as we again approached the front door, and I kept my head down as I walked. Steph called goodbye to her mother as we went out the door and I heard her mom reply with an admintioin to stay out of trouble. Cindy opened the trunk of her car and motioned for me to put the bag in. The trunk was mostly empty, save for a gum bag similar to the one Cindy had brought my outfit in. I stowed Steph's bag and then added the empty ones from the back seat. Closing the trunk, I climbed into the back seat and buckled myself in. "So Jenny, you must be Miranda's new girlfriend.". I nodded, and she continued, "She said you were really cute, but I underestimated. You look really good like that!". I blushed, and she laughed. "So you're going to be the maid tonight? I hope you don't stay locked up all night, I know I'm going to want to have some fun with you tonight." Cindy jumped in with, "Oh, she has other ways to entertain. She has an incredible tongue, and while she's locked up she might even let you fuck her. Like I was telling her earlier, with enough prostate stimulation, she might just be able to cum. She's got a big plug up her pussy right now, rubbing and teasing, but I doubt it will be enough for an orgasm. If she gets horny enough, you might be able to convince her to let you take her with that double-ended strapon. You might even be able to get her to beg you for it." I sat silently in the back, burning with embarassment. I looked up when I felt a hand on my thigh and saw Steph smiling at me. She gently stroked my legs, and I smiled back. She patted my knee, then turned around and began chatting with Cindy. I stayed quiet, still feeling a little humilated, but instead of crying like I had the other day I was just incredibly turned on. We drove for a few minutes before we came to a house with several cars parked out front. I was handed a bag from both Cindy and Stephanie, leaving me with both of those plus my purse to carry. I followed the two girls up a short flight of concrete steps to a large wooden patio, then into the house. It was a large house. We came through door into a foyer that opened on the right into a living room. Through doors to the left were a dining room and a kitchen. Directly ahead were two flights of stairs, one leading up to a hallway, the other going down into a large family room. There was a small stack of bags sitting at the bottom of the stairs, and I moved to set the pair I was carrying with the rest. "You may take those bags upstairs, left down the hallway, first bedroom. All except these three, they can go in the second bedroom," she gestured to a few bags on one end of the stack. I turned from the pile to go up the stairs, but Cindy cleared her throat. I turned back and set the bags down before curtseying. "Yes, Miss," I replied, still working on my new voice. I carried the bags two at a time up the stairs. The first room wasn't especially feminine in d?cor, but clearly belonged to one of the cheerleaders. With the closet standing open I got a good look at the clothes hanging inside, including the distinctive shape and color of a cheerleading uniform. I laid the bags out in a row starting with Stephanie's and Cindy's. The room where I was instructed to take the last three bags was another bedroom. It was almost Spartan, but there was a computer on a desk in the corner. I set the bags down and decided to take a look in the closet. I opened the door just enough to let some light in and a pile of T-shirts and other clothes spilled partway out the door. Clearly somone had "cleaned" the room in a hurry. I kicked the pile back in and closed the door as quickly as I could. With my task complete, I started back toward the party. In addition to the two rooms that I had moved bags into, there were several other doors in the hallway. One of them, on the end next to what I assumed was the boy's bedroom, was open and led into a bathroom. Another, across the hall from the cheerleader's room, I opened to find a closet. The last door, on the opposite end from the bathroom, led into the master bedroom. I saw a king size bed and a pair ofclosers, as well as a door to another bathroom. I made my way back down one flight of stairs and then the other, following the sound of voices. I could hear two male voices and several female ones, but I only recognized Stephanie's voice. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I almost ran into Cindy. Remembering my instructions I dropped into a curtsey. She reached into her purse and came up with a small felt-covered box for a ring, which she handed to me. "Jenny, you are going to be a great sissy maid tonight, I can tell. This is for you to give to Miranda, I'm going to trust you with it until she gets here." I popped the case open to find a small key on a necklace chain. I stared at it for a few moments, considering my options. Cindy snapped me out of my reverie when she said, "She'll be here soon, and you've already worn it for a couple hours, what's a little longer?" I snapped the case shut and dropped it into my own purse. Cindy took my hand and led me to the knot of people on the other side of the room. This family room was at least as large as the living room. It had a hallway immediately on the left as I came from the stairs, then opened up to the right. A very large window in the back wall was mostly covered with the curtains, but I could see a sliding door that led out onto a large deck with a hot tub. Immediately to the right of the bottom of the stairs was a closed door. There was a couch with Stephanie and two other girls on it, and a chair that faced the couch with its back to us. I could see the back of a man's head, but not one I could identify. There was another person standing, a guy I recognized from school as a football player of some sort. I had seen him around in his uniform, and I'm sure I'd had classes with him, but I didn't know his name. Cindy led me around the chair until I was practically in the center of the knot of people. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you Jenny, sissy maid extraordinaire. I blushed and tried to turn away, but Cindy still had a tight grip on my hand. With her other, she poked me in the ribs. I took it as a signal and curtseyed for the crowd. "Jenny, this is Mark, Kim, Emily, you know Steph, and John." She pointed a each of them in turn, starting with the standing football player. John had his feet in Steph's lap, and she was stroking them gently. "Jenny has already taken your bags up to the bedrooms, and later on she will be helping serve drinks and snacks. In the meantime, does anyone need anything?" There was a chorus of "No" and "No, thank you" so Cindy turned to me again and took my hands behind my back. She quickly had my wrists connected with one of her chain links again, and I was unable to even get close to reaching it myself. I stood there with my hands locked behind my back, mostly listening to the conversations. Mark turned to me and said, "So are you here with Cindy?" "No, I'm actually Miranda's," I hesitated, then finished, girlfriend. She just had some family stuff to do before she came to the party, so Cindy helped me get ready. I'm pretty sure this outfit was her idea. We picked Steph up on the way here." I tried to gesture to Stephanie, forgetting my hands were bound. I lost my balance and began to fall away from the couch, but Mark quickly had an arm out. He caught me around the waist, then steadied me as I stood back up. He kept his hand on my waist, gently, but firmly holding me against him. "Maybe you better stay with me until you get yourself unhooked." Mark said. I was nervous, but between the heels and having my wrists chained behind me, I was having trouble with my balance. I leaned against him. "Thank you," I said, grateful for the assistance. Cindy, who had seen my near fall, cocked an eyebrow and leaned toward me. "Sir," I hastily added, "Thank you, Sir." Cindy sat back, smiling, and Mark chuckled. "I could get used to having a cute little sissy call me 'Sir'." I looked up at the word "sissy", blushing again, but I found no trace of the mockery I expected in his face. "I don't suppose Miranda would let me have you. What do you think?" "I hope not, Sir. I mean, I'm flattered, but I really like her and I'd hope she wouldn't give me up." "Well, maybe I'll convince her to loan you to me sometime." his hand, still on my waist began to move. He slowly stroked my side with his thumb. "I could take you out, and with you on my arm I'd be the envy of all the guys. And I imagine you'd inspire quite a bit of jealosy in the other girls." "I'm not a, I mean, I'm a boy." "If you say so, Sissy," he said, lowering his hand to pat me on the ass. "Whatever you want to call yourself, I think you look beautiful." I tried to come up with a response, but I was saved by the doorbell. I turned away from Mark and saw everyone looking at me. "Go on, Jenny. Go let them in, take their bags, and tell them where we are," Emily commanded. "Mark, why don't you unhook her wrists for her?" Cindy chimed in. "We don't want our pretty maid to hurt herself, do we?" "We certainly don't," Mark replied. He lifted my wrists and then I felt them separate. I brought them in front of me as I stepped away from him, then, remembering, turned back to the group. "Yes, Miss. Thank you, Sir," I said as I curtsied to Emily and Mark. I headed up the stairs and found another of the cheerleaders already coming in the door. She was blonde and was as tall as I was. I realized that she wasn't wearing heels, just her tennis shoes. She also had well defined muscles in her arms and legs, adding up to an intimidating package. She was carrying a duffel bag like a couple of the others I had already taken upstairs, and I figured they must have been something everyone on the team had. She also had a hanger with an opaque plastic garment bag covering it. "May I take your bags, Miss?" I inquired. I curtsied. "Yes, you may, bring them to Kim's room and wait for me there. While you are waiting, you may get my strapless bra and the matching panties from my duffel and have them ready for me." "Yes, Miss." I curtsied again, took her bags and headed up the stairs. As I went up I saw her go down the other flight of stairs. I took the bag and hanger up to the room with the other girls' bags. I set the duffel on the floor and hung the hanger on the door. I briefly looked under the plastic bag and saw a simple black dress. I turned to the bag, unzipped the top of the duffel, and began lifting clothes out. I found a dark green, satin bra, and a few more moments of searching revealed a pair of panties that were clearly a match. I heard footsteps in the hall and turned, expecting the blonde cheerleader to come into the bedroom. Instead she walked right past the door and down the hall. I heard the bathroom door close, and shortly after that the dull hiss of the shower coming to life. I put the bra and panty set on the bed and collected the clothes I had pulled out of the duffel. I returned them to the bag, then zipped it up and put it at the end of the line of others. I heard the shower stop, and by the team the bathroom door opened I had the bra and panties back in my hands. The blonde strode into the bedroom wrapped only in a towel. She bumped the door closed with her butt, dropping her towel afterward. I held out the bra and panties to her. She took the panties, then turned around and lifted her arms away from her body. I waited, unsure what she was doing. Her prompting "Well?" tipped me off, and I reached the hand with the bra under one arm. With the other I reached around to grab the free end of the bra, trying not to grope her in the process. I lifted the cups up under her breasts, then hooked the ends behind her. She adjusted herself briefly, then turned around and handed me the panties, taking a small step back when she had done so. I was quicker on the uptake this time and knelt before her, holding the panties open so she could step into them. She did so, and as I slid them up her legs I found myself looking directly at her pussy. I pulled the panties up snugly into her crotch, leaving the faintest outline of her mound showing. Before I stood she had already crossed the room to Kim's vanity, pulling makeup out of her purse and setting it on the desk. As an afterthought, she added over her shoulder, "You can go get my uniform out of the bathroom." "Yes, Miss." Another curtsey "And you may call me Miss Vicki." "Yes, Miss Vicki. Thank you, Miss Vicki." I went to the bathroom and collected the various pieces of her uniform, including socks and shoes. I took them with me back to Kim's bedroom. Vicki finished putting her makeup on, then instructed me to leave her shoes, but to bring the rest of her clothes and her towel to the basement. I gathered them all into a pile and lifted them. I followed her down both flights of stairs. When we entered the family room Vicki opened the door and revealed a flight of stairs leading to the basement. She reached in and pulled a chain, lighting up the stairwell and the room below. I thanked her and went down the stairs. In the basement I found a large, deep plastic sink, followed by a washer and dryer. I set the pile of laundry in front of the washer, then returned to the family room, turning off the light and closing the door behind me. I rejoined the circle, curtseying as I did. Vicki was also standing, and I found myself between her and John, who was still in the chair. Mark reached out for Vicki's hand, then leaned in close and whispered to her. She turned to me and reached around behind me for my arm. I obediently moved my other hand up to hers, allowing her to easily link my wrists together. When I was bound I turned back to them and saw them all smiling at me. After a few minutes of chatting Cindy's phone rang. She answered it and then hung up after a short conversation. "That was Miranda. She says she'll be heading this way soon. Do you boys want to go start the grill? We can get it ready, and then when she gets here we can throw the food on." The two boys nodded in agreement and went out through the back door. I was pretty sure I wasn't included in that plan, and Cindy confirmed that with her next instruction. "Jenny, you can join the rest of us girls in the kitchen. We'll get stuff ready to go with the burgers and hot dogs, and you can bring the boys some drinks." I did my best to curtsey with my hands bound behind my back, then followed the other girls up the stairs to the kitchen. Kim excused herself and went up to her room. In the kitchen Cindy busied herself with getting cutting boards and knives out while Emily began pulling tomatoes, onions, and pickles out of the refrigerator. Kim joined us, carrying a pink collar with a ring on it. She handed the collar to Vicki and opened a drawer full of junk. Vicki gently turned me around by the shoulder, then unclipped my wrists. She lifted her arms over my head and brought the collar down in front of me. She pulled the ends around my neck, and I lifted the long tresses of my wig out of the way. I felt her tighten the collar until it was snug. I could still breathe easily, but the could feel the ring at the front of the collar against my Adam's apple. I turned back around an Kim was approaching me with a bottle opener on a short chain and a metal tray with a handle on either end. She clipped the bottle opener to my collar and then held out the tray to me. I took the tray from Kim and held it in front of me. Kim took out another link like the one that was now hanging from my left cuff, and reached for my right wrist. Vicki took my other hand, and the two of them connected my wrists to the tray. I was now unable to set the tray down, and if I let go, it would spill its contents. Emily pulled two beers out of the fridge and placed them on my tray. I walked carefully out of the kitchen and down the stairs, making my way to the sliding door. John saw me coming and opened the door for me. "Thank you, Sir. I have beer for both of you, can I get you anything else?" "I'm all set, Sissy, once I get my beer open." John said. After I had unloaded my tray I stepped over to each of the boys in turn. Mark was gentle, reaching up with his bottle to bring it close to my neck. I could smell the beer as the top popped off. John was a little less nice, grabbing the opener and using it to pull my neck down to where his beer was. The doorbell rang again as I neared the top of the stairs. Miranda wasted no time waiting, letting herself in. She saw me, and I again tried to curtsey while holding the tray, glad it was empty. "Jenny? You look fantastic!" Miranda gushed, dropping her bags and examining my outfit. Cindy came out of the kitchen. "She makes a great sissy maid. And she's been very helpful, haven't you, Jenny?" she asked as she unclipped my tray. "Yes, Miss Cindy. Make I take your bags, Miss Miranda?" "Of course you may, Sweetie. And I think you should just call me Mistress, don't you?" "Yes, of course, Mistress." I took her bags up to Kim's room, then made my way back toward the kitchen. Miranda was still standing in the foyer, and when I reached the bottom ofthe stairs she swooped me up in a hug. We kissed, a good long kiss, then I pulled away and knelt down. I produced the ring box with my key in it from behind my back and held it up to her. She took it from me slowly, and I stood as she popped it open. I lifted my skirt and pulled her hand to the front of my panties. She felt around, quickly understanding what she was touching. She grinned wickedly then pulled the key out of the box. She opened the clasp on the chain and hooked it around her neck, dropping the key between her breasts. "You must be frustrated, how long have you had that on, Baby?" She teased. "I'm not sure, a few hours. Miss Cindy put it on me when she helped me get dressed." "Oh my, I'll bet she hasn't been shy about teasing you either. She's like that, you know." "After she put it on the took me in her mouth and started blowing me, and wouldn't stop until I ate her to orgasm. I think that was the most frustrating part, but she also conviced Miss Stephanie to change in front of me, after she showed her the cage. And then Miss Vicki had me help her get dressed after her shower." "Oh my, your poor little clitty must be so sore! But it sounds like it's my turn for a little fun. Go take your plug out, then meet me in Kim's room.". I pulled my panties up, dipped into a quick curtsey, and went up to the bathroom. I removed the plug from my ass, then washed it carefully in the tub. I carried it to Kim's room where Miranda handed me a plastic bag. I put the plug in the bag, and she put them both into one of her bags. From the same bag she pulled a small, white plastic ball, slightly larger than an egg, but similarly shaped. One end of the egg had a cord almost a foot long protruding from it. Miranda instructed me to pull my panties down and bend over like I was trying to touch my toes. I complied, and soon felt a lube-covered finger on my asshole. After wearing the plug all day, my sphincter opened at the touch. Then I felt the egg sliding into me and Miranda said, "Mmmm, yeah, get that up there, nice and tight in your pussy. Clench for me, Babe, don't want that to fall out." I clenched a few times until she was satisfied and removed her finger. The egg was surprisingly comfortable, being considerably smaller than the plug was. I tucked the wire into my panties as I pulled them back up. Then Miranda offered me her arm and escorted me back to the kitchen. When I came back into the kitchen the girls turned to me, and I curtsied for them. Emily picked the tray up from the counter next to her and handed it to me. Miranda and Emily kissed me as they clipped it wrists back to the side of the tray, then put several beers on it l, followed by a couple of glasses with colorful drinks in them. They led the way down the stairs and out to the deck. Chairs were pulled up, and once everyone else was seated I walked slowly around the group, serving drinks and carrying the bottle opener. When I finished, there was one more drink on the tray. Miranda lifted it off my tray and unclipped my right wrist. I unclipped the other and set the tray on the deck. I took my drink from Miranda and sipped it. It was cold and fruity, and tasted strongly of alcohol. I almost dropped my drink when I felt the egg in my ass start to vibrate. It started very gently, but within a minute it was buzzing very hard. At first I tried to ignore it, but soon I had to concentrate very hard just to stand upright. My penis, still tightly encased in pastic, attempted to rise to the occasion, but failed again. My knees began to get weak, and just when I thougt I couldn't take any more, Mark got up and offered me his seat. He went to the grill to take care of the food and I plopped down in the chair. Able to stop worrying about falling over, I began to enjoy the vibrations. But as suddenly as they had started, they stopped. I was as horny as I'd been all day, but I still couldn't touch myself and now I had no stimulation at all. I looked over at Miranda, but she just shrugged. I pouted at her. She bckoned me over with he finger, then pulled me down to whisper in my ear. "I don't have the remote to your egg at the moment. I gave it to the girls and told them to have some fun. But while you're here, do you want to really get this party started? I think we were planning on eating first, but if you want to lick me while we wait, I'd certainly enjoy it, and I'll bet by the time the food is ready you won't be the only one with her head between a pair of legs." I smiled a sly smile at her, then gave her my deepest curtsey. "Of course, Mistress," I said. Then I knelt in front of her and lifted her skirt. It was a loose, billowy number, and it was thin enough that it wasn't completely dark underneath. Miranda scooted forward so that her ass was on the front of her seat. I pushed her thong to one side and began licking gently. She was already very turned on; the thong was damp, and as I put my tongue into her pussy I immediately felt how wet it was. I began licking slowly, occasionally coming up enough to lick her clit. I probed deeper into her wet cunt, licking faster, then slower. As close to her stomach as I was, I could hear her begin breathing faster. I sped way up, then when I figured she was getting close, I slowed back down again. I heard her moan and felt her weight shift. Then the egg in my ass started to vibrate again. "So you want to play teasing games, eh Jenny?" I heard Miranda say. "Well, I give you full marks for the attempt, but I think you're going to lose this round." The egg seemed to be vibrating on its lowest setting, which would have been enough to arouse me if I hadn't already been eating her out. "Now, since you seem to enjoy spending so much time there, that egg is going to keep going until all of us girls have been satisfied. Once you finish me you can work your way around the circle. I imagine that's not going to be a lot of fun, so I'd suggest you hurry." Now I knew I'd made a mistake. I sped back up and finished Miranda off quickly. When her orgasm had subsided she opened her legs and let me out. I hurried to the next girl, as my cock was already starting to ache. The buzzing in my ass continued as I worked my way around, licking and sucking for all I was worth. Steph stood up and peeled her pants and thong down just far enough for me to get to work. Her clit was extremely sensitive, and she came quickly. Emily took longer, but her orgasm seemed to build until she couldn't hold back any more. Cindy, after watching the first two performances was already soaking wet when I got to her. She didn't take long, and she had to work to stifle her moans of pleasure. The fence around the back yard would keep anyone from seeing what we were doing, but screaming orgasms might have attracted some attention. As I knelt between Kim's legs, I heard Mark call that dinner was ready. I moved to pull my head out from under her skirt so she could eat, but she just held my head in place. It was hard to keep going while was smelling and hearing the food being eaten. Pussy tasted good, but it wasn't very filling. By the time I finished with Kim, Vicki had already finished her burger. I looked at the plate full of food and heard her laugh at me. "Looks like our little sissy needs some food, huh? Well Jenny, since you were so nice helping me get dressed, why don't I help you eat?" I cocked my head, confused. Vicki stood up and walked to the food. "Mark, be a dear and secure her hands behind her, would you?". He stepped over to me and easily pulled my arms behind me again. I didn't resist, and soon my wrists were bound again. "Ketchup and mustard on your hot dog, Sweetie?" she inquired of me. I nodded, and she put a line of each down a hot dog in a bun. Then she sat down in a chair and spread her legs wide, hiking her skirt up as far as she could with her free hand. Then she spread the lips of her pussy with two fingers and lowered her other hand. I was shocked to realize what she was doing. She slowly pushed the bun into her cunt, then motioned for me to kneel in front of her. I did, and she said, "Alright, Cutie, eat up. And make sure you get it all, understand?" I opened my mouth and gently wrapped it around the protruding end of the hot dog. I took a small bite which I quickly chewed and swallowed. I put my mouth back around the dog and tried to get ahold of it with just my lips so I could pull it out. It slid a little, and I heard Vicki say, "That's a good girl, mind your teeth. You wouldn't want anyone to get hurt." I took another small bite, and repeated my lip lock to slide it out some more. After I finished a couple more bites, I couldn't pull it out any further without it being in danger of falling. I nibbled as close to her as I could, tryingto reduce the remainder to something I could get in one bite. Then I slipped my tongue underneath it, opened my mouth as wide as I could, and pulled it back. I heard a couple girls clapping, and somebody whistled, but I was already on my way back in to make sure I had gotten everything. As I lapped up the last traces of ketchup, I heard and felt Vicki's orgasm. She held my face between her legs until she was done. I felt the buzzing in my ass stop, "Wow, that was amazing, Jenny," Vicki said. I turned around to see what Miranda had thought of my performance, but she was a little distracted. She was on her knees in front of John, his cock pumping deep in her mouth. He grunted, and Miranda swallowed as much of his cock as she could, milking everything she could get out of it. Emily was kneeling in front of Mark, and even Steph was rubbing herself slowly through her pants. When everybody had finished, my tray was reattached and the dishes and empty bottles were loaded on. I carried everything to the kitchen, where Vicki and Miranda helped me unload and unclip the tray. Next the bottle opener was removed, and instead of behind my back, my hands were clipped to my collar. With a sharp slap on my ass I was directed back down to the family room. I arrived to find the rest of the group in various stages of undress. Steph was topless and giving John a lap dance. Her pants were so tight, and John was so hard I half expected him to tear a hole in them. Mark was laying on his back, with Kim sitting on his face. Cindy was down to just her panties and I could see her hand moving inside them. Emily was nowhere to be seen. Miranda pulled me aside. "Ok, we've had some fun, but I want to get a couple things straight. I like you a lot, and I care about you. I want you to have as much fun as you want tonight. I'm definitely going to enjoy myself. I've had some with John, and I expect I'm going to have some with Cindy here shortly. I certainly hope you take advantage of what's available, and I want you to know that whatever happens tonight, you'll still be my girlfriend in the morning. If everyone here decided to just have sex with you for the rest of the night, I'd be horny as hell, but you'd have nothing to feel guilty about. And I hope you're on the same page, and that you won't feel that anything I do tonight means that I care any less about you. I know this is kind of intense, and I don't want be springing this on you, but I'd rather do that than have to deal with jealosy after the fact." I kissed her gently on the forehead and said, "I love you, Mistress. Have a good time.". She practically melted into my arms. "I love you too, Jenny. And Jimmy too.". She lifted the key to my chastity belt from around her neck and handed it to me. I took the chain and hung it over my own neck, tucking the key away in my cleavage. I held her away from me and spun her to face Cindy, whose eyes were now closed as she stroked herself through her panties. Then I goosed her, and she jumped up and started toward Cindy. I watched as she knelt in front of Cindy, grasping her hands and leaning her face in close to her pussy. Then Miranda began pulling Cindy's panties down her legs, giving her all the access she needed. I stepped forward to get a better look, but I felt a hand in my shoulder. I was pulled around firmly, but not violently. I found myself face to face with Vicki. "Kneel, Sissy," she commanded. Unthinking, I dropped to my knees. Now her strapon was before me, long and reasonably thick. "Suck it." I opened my mouth to say, "Yes, Miss Vicki," but before I got anything out she had put it in my mouth. I opened as wide as I could and did my best to swallow it. After a few false starts she managed to slide it most of the way into my mouth. She began pumping rythymically into my mouth, working it deeper and deeper into my throat. My eyes soon flew open when I felt her skin against my nose. I looked up and saw her staring into my eyes. I smiled around the rubber cock between my lips and began to give her a show. I started moaning and bobbing my head on the shaft. Vicki kept looking me in the eye, then slowed her pumping and pulled the strapon out of my mouth. "Turn around, Slut," Vicky ordered, "and stand up." "Yes, Miss Vicki," I said. When turned around I saw Emily standing there with her own strapon. It was a little shorter than Vicki's, but except for being bright pink, it looked much more like an actual penis. It had a well defined head and veins that ran down the rubber shaft. Emily bent down and pulled my panties down, leaving them around my ankles. I felt the pressure of the egg being removed from my ass and leaned my torso down to make it easier. Emily grabbed my collar and pulled my head down low, and soon I was on my knees again, this time with my ass high in the air. "Now, I know what you need," I heard Vicki say from behind me, her voice hoarse with lust, "but I want to hear you ask me nicely." "Please, Miss Vicki, please fuck my ass." "Fuck your ass? That sounds so vulgar. Don't you mean you want me to put my delicious cock into your sissy pussy? And what about Emily. You don't want her to feel left out." "Please put your delicious cock in my sissy pussy, Miss Vicki. And Miss Emily, may I please suck on your beautiful dick?" "Of course you may, Jenny. I know how much a sissy slut like you loves being filled with cock. I'll bet you love the taste of cum too, don't you? You love it when boys blow their loads in your mouth for you to swallow." Vicki grabbed my hips, and I felt the tip of her strapon pressing gently against my hole. She pushed gently and I opened up to recieve her cock. I pushed back against it, driving it deeper inside me. Emily slapped me in the face, not hard, but enough to get my attention. "Answer me, Slut! You love sucking cocks and swallowing cum, don't you? Say it!" "Yes, Miss Emily, I love sucking cocks and swallowing cum." I bucked as Vicki thrust into me again, and I saw Emily smile as she stepped closer, bringing her strapon close to my face. I opened my mouth and took it as deep as I could, and soon I was rocking back and forrh between the rythymic thrusts of the two beautiful girls. I felt my cock swelling to fill its cage, but I was so stimulated I didn't even care. I just kept humping the cock behind me and slurping and swallowing the one in front of me. I felt Vicki shift her weight and the angle of the cock changed. Instead of the steady stimulation on my prostate, I now felt it only occasionally. She was going to deny me orgasm yet again! I tried my best to compensate, but she matched my every attempt. Soon I heard Vicki orgasm, and she grabbed my hips again to slow my thrusting. Emily kept pumping away, but I could tell she was getting close too. She was letting out soft moans with every thrust, so I did my best to speed her along. When she finished, she pulled out a little, but left the head of her cock in my mouth. I noticed several people watching, and turned my head to see. Miranda was on her knees with John behind her, the two of them watching while they fucked. Mark was sitting in the chair, which he had turned to face the three of us. He was stroking his erection very slowly. His dick was big, but not as big as the dildos I was still impaled with. I couldn't stop looking at it. Emily stepped away, and Vicki slowly pulled me up and off her strapon. I collapsed into a puddle, horny, frustrated, and work out. Steph came to sit beside me, down to wearing just her thong. She put my head in her lap and stroked my arms and my torso while we both watched John do my girlfriend doggy style. I felt Steph's hand wander down to my legs, then back up under my skirt to my trapped cock. She leaned down to my ear and whispered, "You poor thing, you just want to cum, don't you?" I nodded as best as I could with my head in her lap, and she patted me gently. I felt a finger circling my asshole, occasionally penetrating slightly, but never deeper than a knuckle. "Do you want me to put something back in there? You must feel so empty after being so full." Steph said without stopping her finger's probing. I blushed, hoping that my wig would hide it, and nodded. Her finger retreated, but was quickly replaced with something larger. It slipped in easily, and I recognized the shape of the egg. Soon enough the vibrations started again. This time they seemed to randomly change intensity, going from slow to fast, and sometimes back again immediately, other times staying at one speed for a while. Miranda was getting close to cumming, her moans increasing in pitch, as well as volume. I watched her face twist into an expression of bliss as she practically screamed with the force of her orgasm. John wasn't far behind, though his was much quieter, more of a grunt than anything else. He stood up and headed to the bathroom, returning without the condom he had been wearing. He helped Miranda to her feet, and she made her way over to me and Stephanie. She lay back down, her head on my side. The three of us sat there and cuddled while Miranda recovered from her orgasm. As we sat there, Kim and Cindy came up from the basement with several pieces of some kind of metal device. Cindy got Mark and John to help with the assembly, and soon the pieces had turned into a simple metal frame, nearly six feet tall. Then I noticed that Kim was wearing cuffs like mine, though hers were red. She stepped up to the frame and spread her legs so that each ankle was near the frame. Cindy attached one leg and then the other, then walked around to the back of the frame. Kim leaned over a padded bar and stretched her arms above her, where Cindy clipped them together, then to short cable with several loops on it. The other end of the cable was ahooked over a peg on the top of the frame. Kim was now unable to move her extremities. She could move her ass to one side or the other, but not very far. Cindy left Kim there and returned to the basement. When she came back up the stairs her arms were full, carrying paddles, a riding crop, and a length of cane. She set these near the frame, where Kim could see them, and separated them out of the tangle. Vicki came from the hallway into the room, setting both Emily's strapon and her own on the floor. She joined the pile of cuddlers, and I wrapped my arm around her. Emily, who had been right behind Vicki, saw the frame and disappeared up the stairs. When she returned she had her own armful of stuff, which she dumped near the pile. I realized it was a pile of gags as she removed a small plastic ball gag and walked over to Kim and Cindy. Kim opened her mouth when Emily brought the ball gag to her face, and Emily strapped it firmly behind Kim's head. From my comfortable spot on Steph's lap I could reach the edge of the gag pile. I grabbed the nearest one, shaking it a little as I lifted to disentangle it from the others. I found myself holding another ball gag and held it out to Vicki. She raised an eyebrow at me, then rolled over and selected a gag of her own from the pile. She held up a ring gag, and looked at me pointedly. I shrugged and opened my mouth, sitting up to bring myself in range of Vicki. She opened her mouth as I got closer, and together we inserted each other's gags. The ring gag was sturdy metal with a rubber coating, and there were two grooves in both the top and bottom. My teeth slid neatly into the grooves as we buckled the straps. I sat back, looking at Vicki. Her gag was bigger than Kim's, and her jaw was wide open, but it didn't appear to be straining her much. She smiled as best she could aroundthe gag, and I attemptedro return it. Then we returned to the pile and came up win a couple of gags each. I passed Miranda a penis gag, and Steph got another ring gag, like mine. As they put their gags in, we all shuffled around in the pile so that we could all be more comfortable. Vicki had ended up holding a bondage hood, stiff rubber that covered the whole face except for the eyes, which had flaps that could be closed and opened. She tossed this to Emily as she walked back to the group, and she put it on and zipped it tight, leaving her eyes open. Once she was settled, however, Steph reached over and flipped the flaps closed, snapping them in place. Emily curled slightly and scooted herself up against me. I stroked her sides gently for a moment, then tweaked her nipple. She stiffened, and I pulled my hand away. The egg was still buzzing away in my ass, and I intended to pass some of the frustration along, so I kept playing with Emily's nipples. I pinched, flicked, touched, and caressed them, trying my best to keep her from guessing when the next one would come. Steph grabbed a couple more gags and tossed them to the boys. John ended up with yet another ball gag, but Mark had a penis gag that was even bigger than Stephanie's had been. I was a little surprised when Mark put the gag on, expecting him to ask for a different one. But he strapped it into place on his head and turned back to watch Cindy and Kim. Cindy had lined up all of he implements, and was holding a stiff leather paddle. It was round, and wide, like a large ping pong paddle. She swatted Kim gently on the behind with with it, and Kim flinched a little bit. Cindy struck her again, a little harder this time, and then she kept going, spanking Kim about once a second. She wasnt swinging hard, but it was enough to get loud slapping sounds when she made contact. I could see Kim's ass turning pink, and in less than a minute Cindy stopped. Kim had been gagged, but I hadn't heard her make any sound at all. I gathered this wasn't the first time Kim had been spanked. Cindy retired the paddle and picked up the riding crop. She held the handle and used the tip of the crop to stroke Kim's face. "Are you ready for this?" Cindy asked Kim. I saw Kim take a deep breath, then nod her head. "Twenty with the crop, and then ten with the cane. You're a brave girl," Cindy finished, pulling the crop away from Kim's face and moving behind her. She lines herself up, taking a couple of slow practice swings, just tapping Kim with the crop. Then, with a full backswing, she let Kim have it. Hard. Kim flinched as much as she could in her restraints. Cindy took a small step and let fly another swing. This one caught Kim on the other cheek. A short pause, then another swing. Crack! Crack! Cindy didn't let up, every stroke was as hard as the first one. Each swing resulted in a red welt, contrasting with the warm pink that the paddle had left. Kim couldn't keep silent, and small grunts and moans of pain made their way around the ball gag. After the last one, she held the crop up to Kim's face again. I could see tears in her eyes as she kissed the tip of the riding crop. She closed her eyes, and Cindy discarded the crop next to the paddle and bent to pick up the cane. She held the cane in front of Kim and asked again, "Are you ready for this, Love? I'm going to give my arm a rest and let Mark give you the last ten, ok?" I could see Kim's legs trembling, but she slowly nodded. Cindy reached between Kim's legs, and I could see see the wetness on her fingers. She turned away from Kim and held the cane out to Mark, who rose from the chair. "Ten strokes, hard, not too fast. She loves it." Cindy sat down in the chair and soon had her hand between her own legs. Mark stepped up to the frame and lined up his swing. Even when he swung slowly I could hear the cane moving through the air. Kim could clearly hear it too, and she flinched when it came close, even without it making contact. Mark's first swing sounded like a gunshot. An angry red stripe appeared across Kim's pink asscheeks, and she yelled into the gag. Mark waited for her to settle down into position, then unleashed another. He waited longer this time, but the third stroke was no gentler, and the fourth came as soon as she caught her breath. After the fifth stroke I could hear Kim sobbing through her gag, and I moved to get up, to check on her. Miranda caught my hand, and waved at Cindy. She told Mark to stop for a minute. Them she called to Kim, "Jenny's worried about you. I can come let you out, if you want." Kim shook her head fiercely, and did her best to stick her ass out. Mark returned to his task, laying stripe after stripe until Kim's rear was a maze of red crosshatches over pink and red welts. After the ninth stroke she was panting through her sobs. When Mark wound up for his last stroke I almost closed my eyes. When it landed, Kim started screaming and didn't stop. When I heard the sounds clearly I realized she had had an orgasm from the beating. Mark set the cane down and started unhooking Kim from the frame. He started with her feet, and by the time he got to her hands, Vicki had joined them at the frame. She helped Kim down, half carrying her back to the pile of girls. She lowered her slowly, and Kim did her best to keep her ass from touching the ground. Eventually Kim had settled into the pile and cuddled up with Emily. Emily comforted her, running her fingers through her hair and cradling Kim's head to her breast. Cindy came over to us, having finished her wank. She looked down at the pile of us and smiled. "So many pretty bodies," she said, "Jenny still has way too many clothe