“It was the same as making me or Jim the victim,” Camille said. “Just about every girl that you invited would be happy to do Jim. They’re just scared of you, Kris. With you giving them permission, they were getting bolder, or as bold as they could with their boyfriends looking on.”
“Why didn’t you have a prom date?” I asked Camille, suddenly.
“The guy I asked couldn’t travel here.”
“Will?” Kristen asked.
Camille nodded. “I didn’t expect him to be able to make it.”
“You’ve got it bad for him, don’t you?”
Camille nodded. “I’ve got it bad for all three of you.”
Kristen slowly nodded.
Something about the way that Camille said that struck me as odd. I thought for a few moments and pushed the thought from my head.
Camille took the lounge on the other side of Kristen and the three of us lay quietly in the sun.
I woke up feeling two lips on my cock. I opened my eyes, and saw Lynette had my dick out of my bathing suit and was sucking me.
“Wakey, wakey!” Kristen giggled. “It’s almost time for the Twelve Party.”
“Any decision on Lyn… er, Pussy Slave’s task?” I asked. Lynette hadn’t stopped.
“Yes, Cammy and I have something that Pussy Slave will enjoy.”
“Ooh, good,” I said. “Pussy Slave, I think that’s enough.”
Lynette smiled as she moved her head up. She pulled my bathing suit up.
I looked around and I saw we had an audience. “Oh, my!” I said, when I realized the show I just put on.
“It’s time for the Twelve Party,” Camille announced. “I think everybody has been introduced to Pussy Slave. We have a rule that Pussy Slave is not allowed to wear any clothes while she is on this property. Does everybody know this?”
Everybody nodded.
“We have a problem, though,” Camille said.
Kristen added, “Pussy Slave has worn outfits on this property since she’s been here.”
“But that was before I agreed…” Lynette started.
A look from Kristen quieted Lynette.
“Can anybody remember what she was wearing?” Kristen asked. She picked up the bathing suit that was on the ground where Lynette placed it earlier that morning. “This is one. She wore a different bathing suit last night, and another one yesterday afternoon. That’s three…”
Camille grinned happily. “She wore an outfit when she arrived, and she wore cutoffs and a T-shirt during the volleyball game yesterday.”
“That’s five outfits. Do you agree, Pussy Slave?”
Lynette nodded sadly.
“Five spankings for each outfit. Twenty-five total.”
Lynette blanched a bit. A few of the other girls gasped at how far Kristen was going with this slave routine.
“Do you wish me to spank you in front of everybody, Pussy Slave?”
“No, Mistress,” Lynette answered.
“Well, you were wearing them before you learned the rules, weren’t you?” Kristen asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Get in the deep end of the pool. If you can make it through the Twelve Party successfully, I’ll forgive your spankings.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Are you done humiliating her, Kris?” Camille asked.
“This is so fun!” Kristen giggled.
“All right,” Camille said, back in charge. “Today will be a bit the same as yesterday. Everybody has to kiss Pussy Slave.”
“However,” Kristen added, “there is one new twist. Everybody is allowed to make a request of Pussy Slave before they kiss her. She must comply with your request.”
It was Camille’s turn to continue. “Those of you who have been to our cheerleader parties know this already, but I want to state here and now that we have one hard and fast rule when we play these kind of games. During this weekend, at no time will anybody be ordered to fuck anybody else. Hugging, kissing, even touching is allowed, within reason, and anything further is upon mutual agreement. Since we have couples here, agreement must pertain to both members of a couple.”
Camille looked from one couple to another. “If Kristen wants to do Toby, then not only do the two of them have to agree, but Jim and Patty also have to agree. The easiest way is to do it mutually; if Kristen and Toby want to do something, let Patty and Jim do it as well.”
The couples started nodding.
“Nobody should feel forced to do anything uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable thing we will ask is what we asked last night: we will ask you to get naked. In addition, we will ask people to kiss others, and like last night, that also means boys kissing boys. We do this for fairness.”
There were some reactions to Camille’s announcement.
Camille smiled at everybody. “Please don’t think we’re going to turn any of you into a slave like Lynette. She is Pussy Slave because Kristen and Lynette agreed to that. Lynette and I already planned for her to be the Twelve Victim today, and we already have somebody set up for tonight. Each party will be a bit more daring, but, again, we won’t force you to do anything you really don’t want to do. Everybody will have lots of fun this way.”
There was general agreement. I love the way the cheerleaders did things, it sounded very fair and fun at the same time.
“Oh, I forgot,” Camille added. “Because everybody is in a couple except Lynette and me, consider the two of us to be a couple. Anything you ask her must be with my consent. Anything you ask her to do in the water during this Twelve Party, except to fuck her, has my consent during this party.”
Camille looked at Kristen and Kristen nodded back.
“Are you ready, Pussy Slave?” Camille called out to Lynette.
“Yes Mis…, I mean, Yes!”
A few people laughed as Lynette almost called Camille her mistress.
“Let the party begin!”
Everybody seemed to have a lot of fun. It appeared that Lynette was asked to give a few hand jobs. I saw her shake her head a few times, and I found out later on that she only refused oral sex—under water was just too difficult, but she did give the people asking her a “rain check” if they wanted her to perform at a later time in the day.
Kristen and I swam over to June and Tiny.
“I’ve never seen Lynette so pussy whipped before,” June said, shaking her head.
“It allows me to visit a side of my personality that I really can’t express with Jim,” Kristen said. “I’d hate to treat Jim like that.”
I almost choked when I heard that. Kristen most certainly did treat me like that. She had fucking handcuffs, although I was the one usually using them on her!
Tiny nodded sagely. “When she first told us, I thought it was a game. It’s not, is it?”
“No,” Kristen and I said together.
“Why would she agree to that?” June asked.
I shrugged.
“Maybe it allows Lynette to visit a side of her that she hasn’t expressed either,” Kristen explained. “If you’d like, I can invite the two of you over to my apartment when she’s ‘working.’ The ‘no fucking’ rule is off there, but it would have to be all right with both of you. I like the cheerleaders’ rules.”
June shook her head. “No. I told Jim that I want our wedding night to be our first for both of us.”
“I understand, June, but it’s a standing offer,” Kristen said. “You two are still on for two this afternoon?”
Tiny looked at June, who nodded.
June giggled and said, “Let me tell you a secret, Kris. One of the biggest orgasms Archy had was when I pretended that I was you one time. I wore my mom’s blonde wig; she bought it for some costume party a while back. I tried to imitate your voice. I went down on him, and he shot so much!”