"She's been delightful to have around and to play with. You can play with her too if you like. Better yet, why don't the two of your plan to spend the night. It's Faith's birthday and you and Tom can help us celebrate."
"We can't," sighed Jessica. "Tom's out of town." She kept glancing at Faith, unable to believe that her neighbor was keeping her beautiful daughter as a slave.
"That's okay," responded Jill. "Come alone. We'd love to have you."
"Thank you. I'd love to," said Jess. "I brought your pans back. That's how I found Faith."
"Faith," said Jill. "Be a good girl and put the pans away."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Faith as she walked to the doorway to clean up the mess.
Jill turned back to her friend. "Maybe we'll have two slavegirls tonight." She reached out and cupped Jessica's chin, turning her to look into her eyes. "Would you like that?"
Jessica cast her eyes downward and blushed again. "Yes, Mistress," was all she said.
Faith did not understand Mrs. Philpott. At twenty eight, she was a very pretty woman but it was almost as if she was trying to hide it. She and her husband had moved in five years earlier and Faith had never seen her dress up. Even today, she wore no make up, wore baggy jeans and had on a t-shirt that was about five sizes too big and hid her body very effectively.
But Faith knew she had a nice figure; a stunning figure, in fact. She had been to the Philpott's pool and seen her in a bathing suit, although it had been a modest, one-piece suit. But even then, she could tell that her neighbor's body was as close to being perfect as possible. And despite the lack of makeup, Faith saw a very beautiful face. Even her hair style, though, tried to disguise her beauty as long brown bangs shielded part of her face and her long hair covered other parts of it.
So it came as no surprise to Faith when Mrs. Philpott showed up at the house that evening wearing a raincoat despite the fact that it was not raining and it was too warm to need a coat. What did surprise her, though, was what she saw once the raincoat was removed. The mousy housewife was transformed into a beautiful slavegirl.
Jess was wearing gauzy, sheer pantaloons that were almost transparent, offering easy viewing of her body from the waist down despite the clothing covering it. On top, she wore a white vest that was embroidered with gold thread in an intricate pattern. The vest was short, leaving her midriff exposed, and was too small to close, allowing ample viewing of the cleavage between what seemed like impossibly large breasts.
"There's my little harem girl," smiled Jill as Faith led Jess into the living room. "I see you took me seriously earlier." Jessica blushed at the comment. "Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you were being serious. I can go change."
"No, don't even think about it," said Jill as she arose and crossed the room to Jessica. "You look adorable." Again, Jess blushed.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Jill reached up and grasped the two sides of the vest, pulling it open and smiling. "Faith, love, come look at these beauties." Faith moved closer and found herself once again staring at a pair of female breasts. She had to admit that they were beautiful. They were large but not as large as Faith had imagined. It was just that they were out of proportion with Jessica's tiny frame.
"Yes, Mistress. They are very beautiful," agreed Faith.
"I think yours are nicer, actually, Faith," said Jessica.
"Thank you, Mrs. Philpott," responded Faith. "But I'm not so sure about that. Yours are very nice."
"Yes," agreed Jill. "Too nice to be covered up, in fact. But I'm sure you'll be stripped down as soon as the master arrives home. I'll let you keep your top on until then." The next hour was spent relatively normally. The two ‘slavegirls' knelt and Jill sat in a chair, forming a little circle for the conversation. That part was not normal but the conversation was. They chatted about various neighbors and upcoming vacations. They asked Faith what classes she was taking in the fall and she told them what courses she had signed up for.
The conversation finally strayed away from normal topics when Jill and Jessica started talking about their experiences with other couples. Faith recognized some of the names, two of which lived on her street. The others were not familiar to her. She figured that her parents and the Philpotts must belong to some kind of sex club to be able to meet so many couples who were similarly inclined.
Then the conversation became embarrassing for Faith when Jill told Jessica more about Faith's summer adventures. She told Jess more details about how Faith had been hired as a governess but how her two younger cousins had captured her to use as a ponygirl and how her aunt had enslaved her and shared her with her two sisters. "She's simply delicious as a little slave."
"Yes," agreed Jessica. "She looks so desirable."
"You can taste her later," offered Jill. "I think you'll like."
Jack arrived home and was pleasantly surprised to learn that he would have two toys for the evening. He kissed his wife and then kissed Jessica, giving her butt a squeeze. "I can't wait to fill your pot, Mrs. Philpott." He ended by kissing Faith. He held her in an embrace for a long time, cupping her bottom cheeks in his hands and pulling her tightly against him. "And I plan to fill your pot too, girl."
Faith's head was spinning as the embrace was broken. It left her breathless. And despite how wrong she thought it was, it left her sex throbbing.
"Let's start with the birthday celebration," offered Jill. "I have been looking forward to this all day."
"Oooo!!!" squealed Jessica, bouncing up and down. "I love birthdays!"
"Well, here's how this will work," Jill explained. "Since Faith is nineteen, she will get nineteen swats from each of us… to each cheek… to each breast… and to her pussy."
"Mom!!!" complained Faith. "That's not fair!"
"And now it will be nineteen to her belly."
"Mom!"
"And now to the backs of her thighs!" Jill glared at Faith. "Do you want to add more?"
Faith just shook her head and lowered her eyes, defeated. For the next thirty minutes, she suffered the latest indignation as Jill, Jack and Jessica delivered her ‘birthday spanks.' Actually, they were not all spanks. Jill laid out a variety of instruments that each could choose from.
Jill and Jack chose their open palms as Faith laid across their laps. Being spanked like a little girl was humiliating enough for her but Jill also toyed with her sex as she swatted the sexy bottom. This resulted in Faith becoming embarrassingly moist and leaving a wet spot on Jack's pants when it was his turn. Jessica chose a paddle which was, thankfully, much smaller than the ones that the twins had used on her earlier in the summer.
Jack chose the flogger for the breasts, which were next. Faith was asked if she wanted to be bound. She declined but was warned that, if she used her hands to protect herself, they would be cuffed behind her back. She laced her fingers behind her back and then watched in horror as her father brought the flogger down nineteen times on each sensitive breast. Jill was next and chose the riding crop. The breasts were bright red by the time she was finished. Jessica, once again, chose the paddle and instructed Faith to lace her fingers behind her head. Then she abused the beautiful breasts by swinging upward and paddling the tender lower swells, sending each breast flying upward with each stroke.
By the time they were finished with her belly and thighs, Faith's skin was burning. Finally, it was time for her sex. Jack used the flogger, swinging it upward to make a wet slapping sound with each contact as Faith stood with her legs apart. Jessica was next and had Faith lie down on the coffee table. Then she used a short, little whip to slice downward, leaving the labia burning after each stroke. The final blow was placed right on her clit, eliciting a shriek from the tortured girl.