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FOUNDLING: AN EVENTFUL WEEKEND [ part 2 ] Saturday Foundling was still shocked to find he wanted to dress her in leather and lace."Most of her life men wanted her nude on their laps or in their bed"Foundling thought, as the store manager led her away. Inside, a storage room full of ceiling high racks of sexy young female attire, three nude little girls knelt on a small rug in the center. Three very different little girls stood up as they walked in. "Time to earn your keep" She told them. The four smiled at each other. The Egyptian twins Nina and Naomi with the taller Onya exchanged knowing glances. "You know each other?" The manager inquired. "We are in the same Middle school class Mistress" Onya told her. "Then you can pick out and dress each other?" She asked. "We will do you proud. Mistress" Onya promised. New Nina and Naomi moved towards a rack of lacy items. It spooked Foundry how they seemed to move, think and act as one. Finished each other's sentences shared mouthfuls of food and were never more than a few feet apart. Onya helped Foundling pile her school uniform in a box and assisted her into a tiny black leather bustier. Foundry gasped for breath as she put her knee up against Foundlings spine to draw the laces up tight. Next came black silk stockings and high heels. Founding had never been forced to wear heels before and was very wobbly. The twins were going back for their second walkout when Foundling was ready. She walked on trembling legs to the curtain, and as the twins walked back in, she carefully walked out. Foundling desperately wanted to make an erotic impression on Evans and smiled her most seductive smile as she carefully minced out. "You look all grown up Foundling. Heels and Leathers improve your posture. And I am positive you will be very experienced walking in high heels before the month is out" Evans told her as she walked carefully towards him. She squealed when he pinched here bare ass cheek as she turned in front of him. But that was nothing compared to the next piece. It took all three other girls to pull on the arm binder up to her shoulders and draw the laces tight. It hurt just to have it put on and foundling dreaded having to wear it very long. Foundling's heart sank when Evans ordered one for her and one for Mavis. "Let it be our little surprise, Foundling" Evans warned Foundling. As he was choosing from a selection of floggers arranged on a tray held the shop owner, at the time. Foundling clearly understood it meant "Keep her mouth shut about them to Mavis or else. The next trip, Foundling wore the bustlier and leather shackles at wrist, neck and ankles. Her step was easier as the chain between the ankles was only about two feet long. "Can she take them home with her?" Was all he asked as she minced by. The next trip out Foundling was down to a leather thong. But opera length leather gloves and thigh high leather leggings certainly emphasized both her sex lips and her tiny form. "Like that outfit" Evans said and picked her up and sat her on his lap. "The outfit must have really turned him on" Foundling smiled both to herself and outwardly. She could feel his swollen maleness and his hands roamed freely. That lasted for two rounds by the other three exhibiting sexy lace outfits for little girls. "Back for another trip" he said, dumping her off onto the floor. Foundling got back up on her feet rubbing a sore ass. And returned to the dressing area. Saturday Night's Adventures A Black leather Bikini outfit with matching leather shackles at the extremities of the four limbs and a collar with a lead chain hanging down to her sex lips came next. Onya even connected the wrist shackles behind Foundlings back. "Seemed a little odd to wear high heels with a bikini too" Foundling though. As Foundling minced through the curtains to the viewing area, she hesitated. A group of adult females had joined Evans and were standing around his chair awaiting her. "A very appropriate outfit dear Foundling. We just have to make it a regular one in your wardrobe" It was Mistress Vicki her homeroom teacher. Dressed in a tight fitting red silk outfit. Matter of fact, every one of the new females wore matching outfits in a different color. Mavis standing beside Evans wore one in a sky blue, looked great and obviously truly enjoying herself. Foundling was shocked when Evans stood and started to walk out. She had expected to have his sperm all to herself tonight. "Well I have chosen you new outfits and I have a four o'clock appointment to interview our new chef. Evans told Foundling and Mavis. See you both tomorrow morning for breakfast" After Evans left the new females gathered round Foundling. "What a sweet little girl".I just love her outfit, especially the shackles. I remember when we used to play B&D games, the woman Mavis had called Betty cooed. Vicki just smiled and gathered up her lead chain, leading her out through the front store. Mothers and their daughters watched as they walked out in double file. Vicki leading Foundling by the neck collar chains bringing up the rear. Polite applause followed them out. The group headed for the elevator and a subdued Foundling was very surprised when Betty pushed the Up button after inserting a key in the override position. The elevator rose through the roof and deposited them in the foyer of an expansive rooftop apartment. "Welcome to the House of the Female, Foundling" An oriental adult female, dressed in a silk Japanese Kimono bowed as they entered. "This appeared as a rooftop restaurant and spa in the architectural plans, but as Susan Cheng here was the architect and our construction firm the builder, well it sort of got forgotten in the design. "Betty Boop" told Foundling. And as my husbands firm is the owner, well we do have all the bases covered. Vicki led Foundling into the expanse of the main room and she saw for the first time, the huge acrylic champagne glass that dominated it. To Foundling it could have served as a small pool or bath as its bowl was at least five feet in diameter. "That's for later" Mavis informed her. Let's get you aquatinted with my old friends. Mavis led foundling to the group who had arranged themselves near the huge glass. Betty Boop here you have already met; Black hair, Pageboy cut. 5"-6" average looking with respectable chest and butt. The groups financial whiz. Shelly, she is just adorable, like a little pixie. Shelly is barely 5' 2", blonde, blue eyes, maybe 100 pounds wet. She's a former gymnast and can still hook her heels behind her head and keep them there for 30 minutes without discomfort. She has small breasts, but too big for a gymnast. Very nice muscular legs. Runs a gym and her husband is the congressman for this district. Gloria, well, she has dark skin, from Greek descent, about 5' 6" and looks, just a little like Xena. Attractive. decent set. Good J'Lo type butt. She is the City Comptroller. Caroline is 5' 7" and has long, very black hair and very pale skin. She looks 'Goth' but isn't a Goth or into Goth or anything like that. She is just naturally vampire looking, very pale skin, sunburns very easy although not as bad as she used to, and has very red lips naturally. Also has a pretty good rack, not as big as mine. Small ass. She is the secretary to the Chairman of the local business development Bank. Susan Cheng, our local prominent Architect. She is as small as Shelly and also has long, very black hair; almond eyes and is just as cute as a pixie. Vicki you already have an intimate relationship with. "And that is the "Deadly Seven" including me" Mavis told her. Somehow, thought Foundling to herself "Why do I feel like a lamb being offered out to the wolves?" "Come sit on my lap dear child", Betty softly said, but pulled Foundlings neck chain down with a firm tug. Foundling sat and Betty's hands took no time exploring. "My we have a very sensitive little one here girls" she laughed as the subject of her attention squirmed and sighed under her pinching and probing. "And a very well trained tunge, I can vouch for " Vicki interjected. "No fare you have all day to play with her and we only have her for tonight", Shelly chimed in. "Shall we dice for her, auction her off, or draw cards?" Gloria inquired. "Cards, Ace to deuce in descending order, Vicki replied moving to a card table and proffering a still sealed deck. "And I remember you spent your formative years travelling with that Magician", Mavis noted, relieving Vicki of the cards. I think the mechanical shuffler will do just fine, Vicki dearest". "You do not think I would cheat in order to get first crack at her crack do you?" Vicki smiled. "I would", Becky told them as Foundling continued to moan and squirm under her fingers." This one is as hot as a Mexican tomalley bean" "The food or that little one we picked up last year on the Utican coast, Betty dear". Caroline sweetly inquired. "The little dark skinned girl you kept on me" Betty replied. Were is she now?" "If you drop into my loft sometime, you can see her hanging around" Caroline smiled back.
Mavis picked up the card shuffler and placed it on the glass-topped coffee table in front of were Betty sat. Inserting the deck, she pushed the triple shuffle button. In a few seconds the green light came on. "Let the prize handle the cards," Gloria said. The females then arranged them selves in alphabetical order around the table. "Our old habits are falling back into place" Gloria noted. And seeing each had not even been aware they had sat down as they always had years ago, they all smiled. Betty stood a wobbly Foundling up and told her. "Slide a single card off the top and towards each of us" Foundling deftly slid a card to Betty down to Vicki and stepped back. Betty turned her card over. "Nine" Caroline "A Jack" Gloria "A seven" Mavis "A six" Shelly " A ten" Susan "A four" And Vicki "A deuce" "Well, take her into the large bedroom and we will each have half an hour. Betty suggested. That way by the time Vicki gets her in her clutches she will still be able to perform" They all nodded and the tall pale Caroline led Foundling off. "But no one asked me how I felt about it. Foundling kept to herself. And I thought this was a female co-operative club, not a lesbian run workhouse for pubescent girls"
The great bed was a huge custom affair large enough for all of them. Caroline stripped off her dress over her head in one swift motion to reveal a firm body. She lay down on the edge of the bed; legs spread wide and pulled Foundling down by the neck chain. "Lets see if you tong is up to Vicki's report" "Get going" She ordered. Foundling went right to work. Caroline's sex lips were the palest Foundling had ever seen and the most sensitive. At the slightest touch she began to moisten up. And when Foundlings teeth nipped her bud her hips jerked spasmodically. After only, what seemed a short session, a chime sounded, and she pulled Foundlings head away. "Dam, I concede to Vicki's testimony, you are excellent" "I will just have find a way to have you teach my little house pet with no name your techniques" Caroline got up and walked Foundling to a side door, and into a bathroom. She proceeded to clean up her sweating body and led her back to the bed. Caroline walked out and the tiny Shelly walked in. But Shelly was not interested in being pleased. She dragged Foundling to the long wide footboard and unfastening her wrists refashioned them to the posts. Foundling was bent over the end of the bed, her tight cheeks available. And Shelly was quick to make use of her target. Foundling yelped as a soft quirt struck again and again. Not the harsh whipping of a sadist, but the constant attention of a knowledgeable female who has been on the receiving end enough times herself to understand the difference. This was just a warm up as she soon switched to her palm. Foundling had never experience such pain without being unable to sit for days afterwards. But Shelly's attentions would cause neither bruising nor any permanent marks, but stung like hell never the less. Foundling yelled, screamed, cried and flung herself from side to side under her ministrations. Tears flowed freely, dampening the silk coverlet bunched up under her almost flat chest. "My Father had four daughters by two different wives. And just could not understand why he had no sons to carry on his name. He thought it was because he had offended the old country gods. He was so strict and swift with punishment we never even knew of radio or television until he died of a heart attack while plowing the back forty. "My athletic skills come from harvesting apples from his prize-winning orchard by myself in order to avoid this style of punishment if I did not meet his quotas of bushels at the end of the day. Leaping and twirling on parallel, balance bars or the rings is dead easy if you have balance a skirt full of apples with one hand while scampering up and down tree limbs' She went on. But Foundling missed the history lesson as she was in way too much pain.
Shelly left Foundling at the foot of the bed tears streaming down a saddened face. Two down and five to go. Betty walked in and shucking her dress. "Another tong job" Foundling guessed, but was wrong. "Nasty little Shelly warmed your tight little but real good, I'll bet. She noted. Come bend over Aunt Betty's lap and we will make it feel better" Betty sat down in a low comfortable chain and positioned Foundling face down feet and arms spread wide over her lap. Foundlings sex lips were centered on hers. Betty was into finger food and Foundling was her snack. Again her experienced hands explored the tiny little sex toy on her lap. Foundling went from pain t pleasure as Betty expertly aroused the female under her control. Again and again Foundling was driven up almost to the gates of orgasm and with a deft pinch slid back down. Her vaginal juices flowed like tap water and Betty transferred fingers full continually to her eagerly awaiting mouth. Nectar of the gods she proclaimed. But poor Foundling was being driven into frenzy by being almost allowed orgasm. "My turn is done sweet juicer. I assure you I will drink of your sweet nectar again" Betty remarked to the frustrated Foundling standing at the center of the room. As Gloria walked in already nude and carrying a double dildo, Foundling knew exactly what was coming next. "ON the bed, sex slave. Gloria ordered. You know how to do your part with one of these?' "Yes Mistress", A reluctant Foundling replied. Gloria climbed on the bed assuming a dog style sex position and motioned Foundling to do likewise. Foundling climbed on and positioned herself ass to ass with her. Gloria inserted one end of the double dong into her own vagina and then the same with Foundlings. Foundling moaned as the dildo slipped past her sex lips. And almost screamed when Gloria shoved it all the way to her clevix. Shove back stupid girl. Get into the rhythm. Back and forth the two females went, faster and faster. Both grunting, sighing and gasping as the dildoes rammed back and forth. Finally Gloria could not hold out any longer and shuddered. Foundling released her own emotions and dropped limp to the bed right after. "Well that was quite a show" A fully dressed Mavis told them. The gong went off two minutes ago. "Sorry Mavis dear, your new daughter is a real prize" Gloria told her as she weakly drew up off the bed and walked out. Mavis sat on the bed and Foundling plopped down on her knees in front of her. "Your turn Mistress" Foundling weekly said. "Lets get you cleaned up at least" She told her fellow sex slave. She reached down and pulled Foundling up beside her. The two walked hand in hand into the bathroom and Mavis stripped off picking up Foundling, and setting her down into the shower with her. The two giggled and smooched as they washed each other's bodies and hair. "We are more sisters than mother daughter sweet Foundling. Evans makes me feel so alive. I know he will continue to bind, punish and whip me, but it is a small price to pay for his attentions. One I am grateful to pay" She told her fellow sex slave. "It must be nice to have a choice" Was all Foundling thought of her fellow slave's comments. They stepped out of the shower and rubbed each other dry. Foundling saw that Mavis still bore faint marks from both the old kidnappers and more recently Evans's whipping. Hers had been inflicted by a soft leather whip and faded after two days. Foundling had surmised Evans had used the same whip previously on Mavis, but obviously not. "Thank you very much for this respite from the heavy use your friends are putting me through" Foundling whispered, looking up at her sex slave sister. "I love you" "And I love you too Foundling. Even knowing you are first sex slave in Robert's heart. He chains you handy to his bedpost, not me" The bell chimed as Mavis refitted Foundlings leather cuffs and kissing her full on the lips left her as Susan walked in. "I just love playing with girls my size" She quipped. "I'll bet Mavis just let you rest. Do not get the wrong impression about your stepmother. She may not be a pure Lesbian like the rest of us, but she can swing both ways with equal gusto" "Now lets see if we can do the old fashioned girl on girl reverse" She went on. Susan led foundling over to the bed and lay down in its center spreading her legs wide. "You work on pleasing me and I'll work on pleasing you" She promised. Foundling who needed to have an orgasm real bad eagerly climbed on the far older, but not much larger female and went to work. |