June 11, 2012: My First Day

Today we were all totally jetlagged. Sheryl didn’t bother going to work and for the most part, we slept. Marianne spent Sunday night here. I will mention one event, though, and it deals with permissions. I am supposed to ask Molly or whomever for permission when I want to do anything; go potty, get a glass from the cabinet, use the computer and such.

For lunch, we wanted to enjoy a salad that we raved about in Paris; mixed greens, sliced cucumbers, tomatoes, smoked salmon, cold poached eggs, dill sauce, French bread and wine. Sheryl and Molly went to a gourmet market to get the ingredients while Marianne remained home with me. I fixed the salad and served. During the meal, I inadvertently dropped my fork and instinctively got up to get another one. Molly asked me what I was doing; I told her. She looked at me strangely and asked if I had permission to do that. My face turned red and I apologized. She told me to sit down and eat without a fork, to use my fingers and after the meal I’d be punished for not asking permission.

When we finished eating, Molly had me get the new toys we bought at a sex shop in Paris; leather cuffs, thin whipping rod and paddle, plus my gag, a piece of rope and my crop. They took me to the stairs (me still naked, of course, them clothed), cuffed my hands in front of me, raised them over my head and tied them to the upper banister. I was facing the staircase. Molly lectured me about permissions, my role as her slave, her expectations and that I’d just added two days to my total time of being naked. Sheryl and Marianne added their comments and expectations, too. Molly concluded her lecture with the reminder that I was now the property of a 19-year old girl and she intended to reinforce that point.

She began whipping my ass with the crop and thin rod, had Marianne hold my ass cheeks apart and used the new paddle on my hole. Sheryl and Marianne then took turns doing the same until they raised welts on my butt and tears welled in my eyes. They left me like that for an hour while they did other things in the house. When they’d walk by the stairs they’d pinch my nipples, pull my hair, rake their nails over my back but never touched my pussy. Otherwise they’d walk me as if I didn’t exist. They untied me and had me come to the family room, apologize again. Molly instructed me to suck Sheryl, then Marianne, and finally, her.  

The rest of the day went smoothly. Marianne left to go home later that afternoon.