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DEENA CUMLASS Deena Cumlass (and yes, the kids at school teased her unmercifully, but she just ignored them and smiled at them, and finally they stopped when they realized they couldn’t get to her) walked her small mansion, still naked from her 14th. Birthday party. Apparently all her girlfriends and their mothers (hers included) got together and schemed to get her naked for her birthday party, forced to meet every girl and her mother (in one case a girl and her FATHER!) at the door. When she saw the man standing there she refused to answer the door. Her dad had seen her naked every so often, but only as a daughter, nothing like sexual or anything. One girl wore a short skirt which flowed around her upper thighs, and when Deena went to kiss her vaginal area, the girl wore no panties. Surprised but not at all taken aback, Deena didn’t just kiss the girl’s vagina, she licked it up and down several times, making the girl jump. When Deena came out from under the skirt, she just grinned up at her friend. She knew she was beautiful, a model’s model. Her creamy skin suffered no blemishes. Her deep sea-green eyes sucked you in and drowned you. Her red-orange hair sported a boys’ cut on top, and just a few wispy hairs from each side of her vagina. Her conical breasts were small but definitely visible, with nipples pointing straight out and inch and a half. Her perfect feet were soft and were not bony, but tender and dainty. Her bottom just jutted out from her body perfectly. Her underarms showed just wisps of red hair, just as her vagina did. Her smile seemed to be permanent. “You must go to the door. That was the agreement, or you don’t get the party. And you must open it wide and stand there with your legs open and your hands on your hips until your girlfriend comes in.” Terrified, she did so, and found out it wasn’t so bad after all. Actually, she found it rather daring and exciting. She hugged the girl (as she had all of them) when she came in and thanked the father for bringing her. “My pleasure, truly,” the man said. Right then she knew what her naked body could do to a male. And she planned to now use that to her advantage. But she continued to walk the house, being by herself. Her dad worked late, her mom shopping, her girlfriends all left. She felt the soft pile carpet beneath her bare feet. She climbed the stairs to her massive room. Her folk’s room was even bigger. Her own room held four King-sized beds, two on each end with the door next to one of them, the third bed against the opposite wall between the other two, the foots of the beds facing outward. And she still had room for her own make up center, a large walk-in closet, her 52” wall plasma TV with HDTV, and full cable. She owned two extremely large dressers which held her every day clothes: her panties, small bras, pants and shorts, socks, her shoes in her closet. She even sported a cross bar in her room hanging down from the ceiling, using an electrical switch to move it up and down as she needed it. She often used it for gymnastics; although they had a full basement with just about ever weight training equipment you could think of. They had a heated swimming pool, Jacuzzi, sauna, and even a tennis and basketball court. Her friends treated her as a normal teen, and she never pretended to be anyone other than herself. She never touted her wealth, but she never pretended she didn’t have it either. She often invited her friends over, and several times a year the entire school, to play and have a feast. But her true friends like her for what she was, just another teen like them. She grabbed onto the bar with the switch box in one hand, and allowed it to haul her up to the ceiling. She dropped the box. She closed her eyes and just hung there. Very slowly she brought her feet up even with the bar, then slid them through between her wrists, and laid them against the bar. The cool air from her air conditioner blew softly against her just feathered vagina, her bared anus, her small budding nipples and breasts. What would it be like, she thought, to be tied up here like this? This thought came from what they forced her to do in order to give her her birthday spanking. Two girls stood on each side of her, each set of girls holding onto her wrists and arms, holding them straight out. Two sets of other girls held her ankles severely wide open. She watched as a girl went behind her, another girl in front of her. She kind of knew what to expect, but not really. Then it happened. The first girl behind her smacked her bare bottom with a long paddle riddled with holes, so it would hurt more than just a standard paddle. She screamed, then the girl in front smacked her open palm against Deena’s soft cunt. Another bottom smack, then a hand slap on each of her breasts. The screams and the smacks continued until the girls watched Deena begin to shake and scream on her own. She had reached a powerful orgasm. They all released her. Her bottom burned, her breasts hurt, her vagina and clit were sore. But she was more than satisfied. She wanted to do it again, but she didn’t think she should ask. They ate all kinds of stuff, drank all the junk they wanted, laughed, played, all the time Deena stark naked. Then it was time to go home. She waited at the door as the mothers, and the father, came to pick up their girls. She hugged each one and thanked her for coming and the nice presents she received. She said, “I love you,” to each one, and the other the same back, and these were truthful. The father smiled, “Looks like you got quite a spanking there, young lady.” Deena turned her bottom farther so he could see it better. “Yes, I did didn’t I. Not to mentions my breasts and my cunt.” “Uh, yeah. Goodnight.” He hurried off, his daughter turning back to Deena and laughing hysterically but quietly. After they all left, her mother told her she was going shopping. And now, she was in her bedroom, still hanging from her hands and ankles. Now, as she looked around, she knew she must have mirrors everywhere. She must talk her folks into taking out two of the beds. She brought her legs down and hung again. She let loose and softly bent her knees as she landed. Deena walked back downstairs, and out onto the patio covered in soft outdoor carpeting. At one end stood the most expensive gas grill her dad could find, the all-weather cover hinting at some fiery monster beneath it. Which wasn’t far from the truth. She walked around it, touching it, lifting the cover and peeking. She walked on over to the full dining set, with even room enough left for a single bed, and room enough after that for laying in the sun. Of course, now the sun was just on the horizon, getting ready to set. Their property lay high in the city in which they lived, and every evening Deena would go out and watch the sunset. Many times she would also get up early and go out and watch it set. Being naked somehow made it all even better. She walked over to their heated pool and jumped in. Her nudity seemed to reach deep into her soul, deep into her cleft, the water flowing across her as it had never done so before. She got out as she reached the other end, dripping wet. She stretched out on one of the many deck loungers scattered around the poolside to air dry. She reached her right hand down and began to rub her slit slowly and easily. Her thumb found her large clit, larger than most girls she had seen in the showers at school after gym, and her thumb began to rub it as three fingers moved in and out of her slit. Suddenly, it hit her. She screamed as her orgasm washed over her. “Well, my dear Deena, I see you’ve learned to masturbate.” Deena jumped up at the sound of her mother’s voice, embarrassed at being caught. “Mom, I was just . . .” “I know. How long have you been masturbating?” ”Since I was about 7 years old.” “Hmmm. I didn’t begin until I was around 11 years old.” “You mean you did it to?” “My dear, I don’t think there are too many girls who don’t begin to masturbate at some early age.” Deena sat back down, her mother next to her. “Mom, I need to talk to you about something.” “Well . . .” After she finished talking to her mother, her mother told her she would have to wait until her father got home, which should be any minute. But she didn’t think there would be any problem. They walked back into the living room arm in arm, and about that time her dad opened the door. Before he even had time to drop his briefcase, she ran and jumped onto him, locking her legs behind his back, her arms around his neck. All he could do was to use his free right arm to catch her on her bare bottom, and right away he noticed that his palm carried her left butt cheek, his right thumb directly in the crack of her bottom and sliding into her anus. He dropped his briefcase, got his other arm under her bottom, squatted down and jumped to get both arms directly under her naked bottom. She leaned back, her fingers interlaced. “Hi, daddy!” “Hi, sweetheart. What’s going on here?” He tried to think of the last time he saw her naked around the house. He thought she started running around the house at about 4 years old, and gradually stopped from 8 to 9 years. Now, here she was, completely naked again. He looked down at her, noticed her sweet breasts, no bigger than the size of large biscuits, her nipples now standing hard and straight. Deena tried to think back to the time her father had last seen her naked. She thought she started at about 4 years old, then for some reason began to wear clothes around 8 or 9 years. Now, he she was, completely naked again, this time 14 years old, not at all embarrassed at letting her dad see her naked. Before she got off her dad, she kissed him first on the right cheek, forehead, left cheek, nose, chin, and finally on the lips, but a daughter/father kiss. Nothing sexual. She dropped her legs and removed her hands, and her father let her go. “So, what goes on, Dino?” “Dad, mom and I want to talk to you.” “Shoot,” he said as he sat in his favorite chair, allowing Deena to sit in his lap. She could feel his penis arise as she rubbed her bottom on it, but ignored it. She also knew his eyes were less than a foot away from her vagina, and began rubbing a finger across his face, an act she knew would be sexual. “Well, I want all my beds out of my room, and something like the Aero beds put in so they can be stacked or even deflated for storage. Then I want more swinging bars in there, ranging from 1’ to 5’ long. I think the first one is just 1’, so I need 2’ through 5’ bars put up. Then . . .” And she told her dad about how she felt after being held by her girlfriends and being spanked on her bare bottom and her bare vagina. Then how she felt when she hung from the bar in her room. How she would feel if she were tied that way. The excitement she felt knowing her vagina and anus were open to anyone who wanted to see. “I think we can oblige you with the beds. We have other places we can put them. The bondage – that we could do right now, if you really want to, from the bar in your room. The additional bars may take a few weeks. So, what do you want to do?” “You mean, you’d really tie me up?” “Sure. If you really want to be. I’m willing for you to try anything, as long as it isn’t too harmful or dangerous. I don’t think this fits that description. Go on upstairs.” Deena raced to her room, and stood under the bar, waiting, wondering what it would be like. Soon, both her mother and father entered her room. “So, are you ready to fulfill your wish to be tied up?” asked her mother. “Oh god, yes. Tell me what to do.” “Lay down on your back, and we’ll take care of the rest.” Deena lay down as told. Her mother took her hands and tied them tightly, palm to palm, wrapping the rope around, then crossed, and tied off. Her father did the same with her ankles. Her father also tied her big toes together, then pulled them toward her ankles and tied the ends around the rope tying her ankles together. Her parents then brought her wrists and ankles together, and tied them together, also tightly. A long rope around her knees and elbows secured her even more. Her breathing increased, knowing that her bondage wasn’t yet complete. She watched as her father gathered up the box switch and lowered the bar all the way down to where her parents then wrapped a lot of rope around the bar, and her ankles and wrists, to severely secure them there. Then he raised the bar into the air, until it reached where her butt was face to face with his face. “Say. How about a blindfold and gag?” asked her father. “Yes, please.” She could barely talk. She struggled, just to see if she could get loose. Of course, no way. She saw her dad with a wide strap running through a large rubber ball. Surely he didn’t expect her to get her mouth around that? “Open wide, sweetheart.” She opened as far as she could, and her mother pulled her jaw down while her father pushed with both thumbs until it slid just past her teeth. Her mother buckled it tightly, drawing the ball into her mouth even a little further. Next, her father ran five pieces of duct tape across the ball and her mouth, making sure no air got in or out. She discovered she could only breathe through her nose. She watched now as her father placed a padded leather blindfold on her eyes, also buckling it in back extremely tight. A strange shudder ran through her naked body. Her mom and dad could see her completely naked, gagged and blindfolded. She wondered what they would do to her, if anything. Something light ran over her bottom. Then two, three, four more. Her parents apparently were running their hands over her naked bottom. Then suddenly a finger ran up and down her bottom crack, pausing slightly at her anus, then continued. She wiggled with every touch. Suddenly fingers pulled her nipples outward and rubbed and twisted, to get them hard, now standing out at a good 2”. She tried to evade the fingers, but of course she couldn’t. As one set of fingers allowed her nipples to snap back, she felt teeth biting into it. Then the other. She screamed and screamed. “Those are alligator clamps, my dear,” said her mother. “Yes, we use these all the time when your mother and I have bondage sessions.” Her mother and her father did this to each other? She couldn’t believe it! But the biting pain on her nipples brought her mind back to her own predicament. The front doorbell rang. “We’ll be right back, sweetie,” said her father. “Don’t go away.” She tried to mumble through her taped ball gag, but only a barely heard “mmm” came out. Now she suffered alone, hanging by her tied ankles and wrists, her nipples in excruciating pain. Yet, somehow, the pain didn’t seem too bad now. She heard voices. “Just a minute while I check with Deena. See if it’s all right.” Her father’s voice. “Deena, it’s Patty. Would you mind if she came in and saw you for a little while?” Patty? Her very best friend in the whole world? Would she dare let Patty see her like this? A little noise and a nod. “OK, Patty. Come on in. But she won’t be able to move or talk much,” he warned her. Patty walked in and saw her best friend Deena completely naked, tied up, gagged and blindfolded. She didn’t say a word. She just began to run her hands across Deena’s bare bottom, spread her butt cheeks to get a little better view of her anus, ran a finger up and down Deena’s slit and clit. Deena struggled at the sudden touch. “Patty, how would you like to do something to Deena?” her father asked. “Sure. What can I do?” Deena heard a little whispering, but no real words. Patty slipped off her sandals, then walked over to Deena’s head. She kneeled down, the sat down on her legs, her bare feet sticking out behind her. She bent down and began to run her fingers around Deena’s soft breasts. Deena began to squirm in her bondage, her ability to move hindered by her U-shaped bondage position. From all her fingers, Patty resorted to just one finger on each hand running around her best friend’s breasts. This drove Deena wild. Then, showing a slight sadistic streak she didn’t know she had, she squeezed together the biting teeth digging into her nipples. Deena screamed in tortuous pain, trying to avoid Patty’s fingers, but couldn’t. She continued to scream the harder Patty pushed the two opposing ends together. Patty noticed a little blood oozing from Deena’s nipples. “Oh my god, Deena. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Patty got up and backed away. “Here, Patty. Here’s some rubbing alcohol and swabs. She’ll be fine.” Patty took the items and easily washed off Deena’s nipples. Patty once again grabbed Deena’s breasts, but tenderly this time, very lightly rubbing all over both, especially her nipples. Deena groaned as Patty manipulated her cute breasts. Patty let go, then stood. She moved around until Deena’s feet were at her face. Patty began to lick the soles, the toes, then biting the toes one by one, then back to licking and nibbling both her feet, first lightly, then harder and harder. Deena continued to struggle as Patty continued her foot torture. Deena’s father returned. Patty looked up. She smiled, really getting into torturing her best friend. “Which one would you like?” he asked Patty. “I want this one.” Without any more words, Patty lay into Deena’s bare bottom with a multi-strand leather whip, each strand with hard knots tied every few inches from bottom to top. Patty first started off by whipping Deena’s very beautiful bottom the normal way, across both cheeks. Deena cried out with each snapping sound as the strands landed directly on her bottom. Deena struggled with all her might, but still she hung there in total helplessness. Was she enjoying this? She didn’t know. Mixed feelings flowed through her mind, even as Patty continued her whipping. Suddenly, Patty turned the whip 90°; now the strands hit her up and down, slap against her anus. Patty would turn it again so it would smack against her cunt and clit. Patty sustained this continual changing, first on her anus then on her cunt and clit. After about fifteen minutes Patty stopped, rubbing her hands against her striped butt which oozed a little blood where the knots hit. Then she moved up to Deena’s cunt and clit. She noticed that Deena’s cunt lips were red and swollen, and when she touched them Deena let out with a little cry. Patty moved up to her clit. Deena squirmed as Patty rubbed her fingers over her best friend’s clit. Then, feeling Deena’s cunt, noticed how wet it was, stuck three fingers into the opening, pushing them down as far as she could go. Then began to manipulate both Deena’s clit and cunt. Within moments, as Deena screamed and squirmed as hard as she could to avoid yet moved to force Patty’s fingers farther into her cunt, and tried to get her to rub her clit harder. Soon, Deena felt the buildup of an orgasm. Suddenly she tensed, moved her hips as best as she could, reaching the apex, screaming. Then the letdown as she relaxed not by her own will. Patty pointed to Deena, and Deena’s father nodded. Patty eventually had Deena completely untied. Deena could barely move, but did manage to crawl to Patty, and put her arms around Patty’s legs. “Oh, god, Patty. More . . .” |