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TITS OUT FUN, BUT NOT FOR AMY TITS OUT FUN, BUT NOT FOR AMY AS AN INEXPERIENCED DOM I WITNESS A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG SLAVE'S HUMILIATION BY HER OLDER MASTERS. I’d seen Amy before and quite a lot of her. Not her face though. She was on display at Sean’s birthday barbecue. I didn’t really know Sean, he invited me because Paul had suggested I might be interested in joining the group. I didn't really know what the group was about, but apparently, Amy he’d been Sean's collared slave for a couple or three years, since she was 18 - or even younger some said. Sean was 42. This night he had her tied to a pole, naked except for a bag over her head and a thong. He said not to worry about her. She couldn’t hear or see anything. Under the bag she was gagged, blindfolded and with noise cancelling earmuffs. Sean was proud of her, that was obvious - her body, particularly her tits. They were amazing. Perfectly shaped and positioned. Her nipples were erect, the areolae dimpled, and her moisture was seeping up the front of her white thong. It seemed she enjoyed this objectifying treatment, or at least was turned on by it. We weren’t to touch her. But there was a lot of raucous and degrading commentary about her and what the guys would like to do to her. We assumed she was unaware of it all, but later we found out that Sean had been kidding about the noise cancelling headphones and she must have heard everything. I wished I could have seen her face that night. Over the next few days and weeks, I spent a lot of random thought imagining what she’d look like. So, as you can imagine, I was keen when two months later Paul, now her master after Sean had left the country, invited me on a camping weekend with him and Amy. There were to be six of us in all. Two other girls, me and another guy. The idea was to hangout, do some fishing, swimming and trekking. I was introduced to Amy and found her face quite different from what I imagined. I’d thought she’d be blonde from the light skin tone I’d seen at Sean’s barbecue. But she had dark hair, full lips, a perfect narrow nose, green eyes, strong dark eyebrows, and an intoxicating smile. She was fully clothed this time of course, a tee shirt, jeans and trainers, though it was pretty obvious from the nipple points and the tit jiggle that she was braless, and her tight jeans spoke of an arse as curved and inspiring as her tits. We’d left after work and arrived at the campsite as the evening was drawing in, just in time to set up the tents and gear before dark. We made a fire and had a lot of fun trying to cook on it. The other guy, Jason, had a guitar and we sang and drank. Drank, all except for Amy who was apparently teetotal. She had a Red Bull and then some Sugar Free Coke. She also refused the joints being passed around. But she didn't hold back on the singing and seemed happy and relaxed. The only person I knew in the group was Paul. One of the girls, Sarah, was Jason’s. The other was unattached – at least in this group - a twenty something blonde with a nice face and figure, who laughed a lot when any of the guys said anything half funny. I didn’t catch her name when we were introduced, she’d spoken so quietly. Later Amy told me she was Natasha, but I'll refer to her as "the blonde". I thought I might try for her. But she mostly ignored my flirting. We went to bed eventually. Next day was to be fishing. Having had coffee and badly scrambled eggs for breakfast, we were getting ready to head off when Paul, who seemed pissed off about something, called to Amy and said, Top! Now! holding out his hand. She looked surprised but pulled off her shirt and gave it to him leaving her naked on top. We all stared, nonplussed by what had just happened and then looked away as if it might have been normal. The blonde seemed the most shocked and folded her arms firmly over her chest like she was going to be next. Paul chucked Amy's top into his tent, she obviously wasn't getting it back, then he carried on loading his pack leaving her standing in her humiliation. When he’d finished, he said to her, you might as well take off your shorts and panties as well. Leave your shoes on. You’ll need them for the track. She obeyed silently, and seemed a little chastened and embarrassed, perhaps as much by Paul's manner as by her exposure. Jason’s girlfriend, Sarah, said, you know what, it’s kind of a hot day, and took her top off. Sarah was also braless and her tit’s while smaller than Lucy’s were definitely A grade. It was turning out to be a fabulous show. Sarah looked at the blonde as if to say, come on, solidarity. The blonde made a not-me face and looked away hunching her shoulders and tightening her folded arms. Now naked, Amy had put on her sunglasses, the only covering allowed her, so it was hard to see how she felt but she seemed calm enough, just a little flushed in the face and neck. Paul came out of the tent where he’d been rummaging. First, he slathered Amy with sunscreen all over. I watched, as closely as I could without being a creep. I would have loved doing that for her. Next, he attached some leather straps that held her elbows almost together behind her back and lastly buckled a well-fitting leather collar round her neck. He was a practical man, an engineer by trade, and carried all this out with a deliberate efficiency. Off we went as if this bizarre occurrence were ordinary and the mood normalised, Paul brightened up and everyone got talking even Amy every now and then, although she was quieter than the night before. We got to our spot. It was a pool in the river with a gravelly bank and grassy area shaded by trees. Paul took a leash out of this pack and clipped it on to Amy's collar. He led her to the trees and tied the leash so she was left standing unable to move far or sit, and unable to undo her tether because of her bound arms. Everyone carried on, with what they were doing, ignoring Amy. But I kept glancing at her. Partly just to take in her amazing body but also, I was worried about her, restrained by the tight collar around her neck. I said to Paul, is Amy going to be okay? Oh yeah, he said, she's being punished. She knows what it's about. I wanted to but didn't venture further for details. Sarah had ignored Amy’s situation and stripped off to jump into the water. The blonde joined her but left her shorts and tee-shirt on. We guys fiddled with the fishing gear. Jason cast a line. I waded in for a flick. The girls lay on the bank drying and sunbathing. Sarah put her shorts back on and a shirt that she left undone, with her tits peeking out whenever she leaned forward. Very distracting. After about half an hour. Paul had gone back to Amy, released her leash from the tree and led her back the group where he let he sit against a tree. Later in the day after a snack. Paul produced a ball gag form his pack, made Amy drink some water and fitted the gag on her. It took some doing getting the large ball into her mouth. It seemed it might dislocate her jaw. Once he had it on her, he said, listen up everyone. Amy, if you get asked anything you have to answer with your tits. Shake them side to side for no and up and down for yes. Sarah and Jason were smirking at the comic command. Have you got it? Paul said. What if she needs to say something? the blonde interrupted. Good point, said Paul. Ok Amy, if you want to say something, signal that by pressing your tits to the ground and I’ll ask you what you want with yes or no questions. Got it? Amy nodded. No Amy! As instructed! Paul gave a little yank on her leash. Have you got it now? he tried again. Lucy jigged her body to get her tits to jump up and down. Her face was scarlet. Both the girls laughed, embarrassed, maybe ashamed to be part of it. Sarah said to Jason, I hope you’re not going to do that to me. You wish, he said, and gave her a hard slap on her ass. The rest of the day Amy remained naked, gagged and with her arms restrained. A few times Paul went to her, stroked her arse or crotch, squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. But mostly left her alone. Amy answered several questions as commanded. Even Sarah and Jason joined in asking them. I did once but felt bad about it. Amy indicate she wanted to say something only one time. It turned out, after a 20 questions routine with a lot of tit jiggling that was quite amusing, even Amy seemed to be enjoying the charade, that she was seeking permission to pee. Paul granted it but told her she had to go where she was standing in front of us all. On hearing this, the blonde said, no Paul surely not. But Amy obeyed, spread her legs and peed as we watched - I thought it was "we" but when I checked the others except Paul had turned away. Paul grinned at me. When Amy had pressed her tits to the ground to get permission, I’d got a fabulous view of her ass and sex from behind. I wished she'd had more to say. Four brown trout were caught. Dinner. Back at the camp, Paul released Amy's arms and removed her gag. Thank God. what a relief that was so fucking hard, she said. Paul laughed. Good, he said, that was the general idea. Don't do you know what again, or it will only get worse. I won't she replied, I am truly sorry. She stretched her arms, worked her jaw, wiped the drool off her chin and tits that she couldn't control with the gag in, and sucked eagerly on the water bottle Paul handed her. He let her put clothes on because of the evening mosquitoes. The previous night, the blood suckers had been voracious. We all got into jeans and long sleeves. Jason had insect repellent and we all sprayed it on our necks and hands. But around the fire, Paul made Amy pull her shirt up above her tits. He wrapped a towel around her midriff so that only her tits were bare. Even though they'd been out all day I couldn't help staring at them in the flickering fire light. Having them poking out of her otherwise clothed body made them even more alluring. Paul was a such a lucky bastard to have her at all ... let alone as his slave. I was obsessing on the idea of a slave. I looked at the blonde. No chance there. Several times Paul slapped Amy's tits hard, claiming that he saw a mosquito. It turned out that there probably had been mosquitos. Next morning, Amy said her tits had been itchy all night and they looked a bit blotchy which we could all see because she was ordered tits out again. Ok guys, Paul said, Amy's tits are available just to the guys all day. Do whatever you like to them. Is that okay Amy? Yes Sir, she said, of course Sir. Sarah stared sternly at Jason and said, before you even ask, you can guess what'll happen if you take that offer up. She stroked Amy on the shoulder. I looked at the blonde briefly, weirdly, as if somehow I needed her permission. She shrugged, made a face and looked away. I decided to take up the offer... otherwise nne would, me being the only guy left, and it seemed that would've been an insult to Paul's generosity and his authority in regard to whatever Amy was being chastised for. But the even bigger insult would be to Amy's amazingly sexy tits. It would've been churlish to reject the opportunity to have a play with them. I wouldn't say that I feasted that day, but I certainly made the most of the opportunity. And Amy seemed to accept my attentions with grace...even appreciation...perhaps some arousal? That was my introduction to Amy. Later I was invited to other occasions where I got to know her much more intimately...but always only ever at Paul's offer. He kept her tightly as his property. |
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