I know it may sound silly considering I had been naked in front of about a hundred men but this was different somehow. When I had it off so I could turn slowly in front of them while they complimented my flat stomach it made me blush. When it was Mom's turn it seemed to affect her the same way. Then we were told to take off the skirts. We were both blushing and nervously giggling like little girls as we faced them naked. Jason continued the compliments but they were not directed toward us. Jason would say things like, "They have beautiful breasts and butts. Did you put them on an exercise program or special diet to make them look this good?"
It was just like someone might compliment you on your purebred dog or horse. Even when he came over to fondle us he would say, "They have nice firm stomachs and legs but they could be firmer. I would suggest having them trot up and downstairs for about fifteen minutes a day."
Even when the scene changed to sex we seemed to be just trained animals. Jim told me to take off his clothes and for Mom to take off Jasons at the same time. Naturally we became excited. When they were naked we reached out to fondle their hard dicks.
Jim said, "Did we tell you to fondle our dicks?"
I suddenly felt like a small child in front of a school principal and said, "No sir. Don't you want me to do it?"
"We will tell you what we want. You will be punished for being forward. Both of you! Go get your whips!"
Mom and I began to cry. We had been anxious to have sex and only meant to please but we dutifully got our thonged whips and knelt in front of them to await futher instructions. Jim and Jason discussed the ways we could be punished. They finally agreed and told us to push out our breasts and ask them humbly to give them twenty lashes.
I whimpered, "Please whip my breasts twenty times for being so farward."
Enen this wasn't good enough for him. He asked, "Hard?" I had to rephrase my request to, "Please whip my breasts hard. I deserve it."
Mom learned from me and even went further saying, "Jason please whip my tits very hard. Make them burn for not waiting for your instruction."
They made them burn, ache too, from being jerked from side to side and up and down but the humiliation of knowing we had asked for them seemed to make it worse. Mom and I talked about it later and decided that down deep we must realize we needed punishment for our slutty ways. Other wise we would have begged them not to hurt us.
After pleasing them by asking humbly to be whipped we were rewarded by them going down on us and fucking us till we had great orgasms.
Unfortunately the fact that we could get great orgasms from the men who had hurt us so terribly just seemed to confirm the fact that we were worthless sluts that deserved all the pain we could endure.
March, 30, 1990
Dear Diary,
This may be the last time I write to you.
After our fabulous night of sex that gave us so many glorious orgasms Jim said on his way to work that we should think of something especially humiliating or painful to suggest they do to us. If they thought it would be amusing they would do it and guarantee we received great orgasms. If not they would just tie us so we would not be able to masturbate or please each other and go out to find something amusing to do.
We thought about it and decided it would be thrilling to have them lie on their backs and whip our breasts and stomachs with their belts while we fucked them.
That night we asked them to do it but they were not interested. Jim said, "That is neither painful or humiliating we all know you would enjoy that immensely."
They took us to the basement and tied us with our hands behind our backs so we could not touch ourselves facing a TV. After it was turned on we saw the living room in it and realized our camcorder had been hooked to it. About an hour later we saw Jim and Jason come into the room with a girl I recognized as Jason's secretary. They had a few drinks then Jason suggested that she do a strip tease for them. She did it! The little slut! Her only condition was that everytime she took off something they would too.
By the end of the second song from the stereo she was naked and sat giggling between them while they fondled her pussy and breasts. They began going down on her then fucking her till she was screaming from the thrills of her orgasms while Mom and I were fantastically frustrated not being able to be touched or even rub our legs together since our ankles were tied tightly to the floor and apart.
When she said she was too exhausted to cum anymore they took her home. They came down and let us loose but we had to sleep alone with our hands and feet tied to the corner posts to make sure we could not masturbate.
The next morning they told us that the girl had suggested that they give her a spanking for being such a naughty girl which made her horny enough for another orgasm when they fucked her pussy and ass at the same time. Jim said, "You see. We can be amused without you. You have suffered enough. If you want to you may go down on each other." At that he walked out the door to work leaving us disappointed he was not interested in watching us. It was terrible! We had become so jaded we could not reach orgasm just with cunnilingus. Even when we began to slap each other in the effort to add enough pain to get us over the brink to orgasm it did not work. We could get very excited but just stay in that terrible moment just short of orgasm until we gave up frustrated.
We resigned ourself to the fact that only Jim and Jason could get us off. We decided to think of more than one thing to offer so if the first did not appeal to them we could offer an alternative even more painful or humiliating than the last.
We remembered that it had really excited him to whip us hancuffed back to back so we decided to offer that especially since we had been given great orgasms.
When they got home we made them drinks, in the nude of course, then offered the back to back whipping.
Jim said we had no imagination. He had already done that and got up to leave. We begged him to wait Then offered to go out to the rose garden to cut rose branches which they could use on us while we presented us to them in any pose they wished. That appealed to them.
They started by just having us bend over with our hands behind our heads so they could cover our butts and the tops of our breasts with drops of blood from the thorns. Then we knelt in front of them sitting up straight while our nipples and face of our breasts were punctured. Finally we had to lift our breasts by pinching and lifting our nipples so they could cover the underside. Finally we had to do the splits then lie back so our entire crotch could be bloodied. Mom and I were so perverted we came! At that point they fucked us and ate our pussies till we screamed that we could not cum anymore.
It is getting worse each time although some of the more terrible things will satisfy them for a few days while we heal. The more we suffer the more we feel we deserve it. It isn't only pain. We have even offered to drink their piss and pull them around in garden carts by rings they have put in the lips of our pussies while we are steered by reins hooked to rings put in our nipples by pushing nails through them.
I am just too ashamed to continue to record the things we will offer to do just to get the relief or orgasms so I will say "Goodbye."