My Pussy is Wet

Overall I’m happy with my figure. Since the old days, when you all made me feel so pathetic and worthless, I’ve worked hard to ensure that when people look at me, they see somebody attractive, somebody they want to be with, or even to be. Not somebody to ridicule and humiliate.

My legs are long and shapely, my hips are not wide but I like the curve from my legs to my slim waist. I have a toned stomach now, and when I put my weight on one hip or the other there are lines around the muscles of my stomach which lead the eye from my groin up to my ribs. My breasts are fairly small, but this at least means they are still pert. My skin is light tan, and my nipples are small, round, and light brown. When I run or dance, my breasts jiggle just enough without the risk of hitting somebody in the face. I have tattoos on my left thigh, left hip and all the way down the right side of my body. On my back there is a red dragon breathing fire between my shoulder blades.

My neck is long and slender, and my hair is shoulder length, dark brown and swept to one side. My eyebrows are meticulously plucked so that my expression is always open and friendly, my large brown eyes are inviting. At the moment I’m not wearing lipstick, but even with no make up I’m pleased that my face is warm and unthreatening. Pretty, even. I purse my lips, blow a kiss into the mirror as I move my feet apart, leaning forward slightly and moving one hand over my shaved mound.

Fully dressed, I appear respectable. Boring, even. Pretty enough, but not really of note. Naked, I see myself very differently. With my tattoos and piercings and toned body I could be a stripper or an assassin, depending on my fantaisie du jour.

I sit on the edge of the bed, still watching myself in the mirror. I spread my legs wide, the way you made me do, and I slide my middle finger between my wet lips. My index finger strokes my clit slowly while I push my middle finger inside my slit, in and out.

Partly, I’m thinking of you, Jessie playing your game. Partly, I’m thinking of myself, around ten years ago.

I’m thinking of the time when you all forbade me to wear underwear. And how any of you could demand an inspection at any time. You laughed at me and called me a witch because I had never even thought of shaving down there. After a group of you stripped me in the bathroom and shaved me bare you laughed at me and called me a baby.

My underwear inspections started off as a private event, where one of you would instruct me to lift my skirt or pull my jeans down for you. Until that time when Claire pulled my skirt up to my armpits in a busy corridor, holding it there whilst Chris spanked my bottom hard. I tried to keep quiet, as every yelp just made more people stare and laugh,

I turn around, kneeling on the bed and pointing my ass at the mirror. Looking over my shoulder I can see my finger sliding in and out of my pussy, and I look at my tight asshole. Reaching further back I can easily slide a wet digit into my butt. I think of Jessie again, and I think of the time which inspired today's game.

It was early evening, midweek when Jessie, Sarah, Clive and David burst into my room and pinned me to the bed. The boys lifted me up bodily while the girls stripped me naked, then I my face was pressed into the bedsheets by somebody strong whilst my bottom was lifted up and my knees pushed beneath me. You were all shouting, angry. ‘You’ve done it now, you stupid bitch.’ I had no idea what I was being punished for. ‘You’ll learn your place now, cunt.’

Sarah was laughing as she repeatedly slapped my pussy with a ruler. I was crying into the sheets when Jessie spoke into my ear, telling me that I was going to be in trouble if I came without permission. Then I felt a small, hard thing being pushed up my bum. I remember it being dry, and hurting as it popped inside. Then it started to vibrate. You all laughed as my cries turned into moans, then my head was pulled up from the sheets by the hair and Jessie was there, naked from the waist down, with her legs spread. ‘Lick me, you dirty slut. If you make me cum before you do I’ll let you off.’

So I licked you. I buried my face into your salty pussy and tried to do a good job. Somebody was still spanking my lips with the ruler as the vibrator in my ass was turned up. I gasped, and moaned into your cunt and I tried desperately to make you cum quickly. After a while you grabbed my head and pushed my face hard into your crotch and I pushed my tongue inside you, unable to breathe. When you came you squeezed your legs together so tight I thought you’d crush my head. Then as quickly as it started, you all left. The vibrator was pulled out unceremoniously, and following a final smack with the ruler I was alone again.

Now, kneeling on my bed watching myself in the mirror, I can orgasm without fear of retribution. And I do. Hard. I cum thinking of that evening, and of this morning, and of my next game.