Submissive Servitude

Naked, and half-hanging from the bonds upon my wrists, I find my gaze levelled squarely at my new master. Knowing how demanding his parents have been, I choose to submit to him instead. I lower my gaze, looking down at the ground between us, and hear them chuckle, my bound and gagged nakedness visible to them all.

I remain that way for a minute or so before he puts his hand upon my chin, lifting my gaze back up to his face. Gagged, silently looks back at me before nodding. "Good, it seems your time bound has done you some good." They chuckle softly at that, and then he casupullslling my bounds off the hook, holding on to the leash, and with that, I'm made to follow close behind him, surrounded by his friends. I gasped softly as they rubbed their hands across and upon my exposed skin, chuckling and cackling as they touched my body. They started with my arms and legs but quickly moved on to my back, sides and bosom. They laughed, rubbing their hands softly upon my body as we walked, pinching my nipples then, laughing as I softly moaned to their touch, pleasure quickly taunting me.

I was led about, ending up at the lounge chair they were at before, and I submissively sat beside him, as he lay down. He smiled softly at my naked form, placing his hand upon my cheek. I looked down at him, not paying his friends any head as they circled around me. I gasped as he undid the ties of my ball gag, doing my best to make a sound or movement as it was removed, now loosely falling down around my neck, next to the collar around my neck.

I serenely smiled back at him, as he stated, I think, due to how submissible you've been as of late, have at least earned that right. Please don't make me regret it." His friends chuckled at that, at least one of them brushing their hand upon my exposed bosom, cupping it softly. My smile grew, and I even flashed him my set of teeth before responding, "I'm here for you, oh master. with that, I relaxed my naked body next to him as he rubbed his hands across my chin and through my hair. As I reclined next to him, I caught his eyes wandering up and down my naked body, my arms still bound behind me, and my legs were also, at least to some degree.

With that, I find myself chatting with them, and after some small chat, the conversation eventually changes to how I got there. One of his friends asked the question, sitting to our left, clearly still fixed upon my exposed nakedness "So, how did you happen upon this naked vixen of slutty sex dives, anyway?"

They laughed at the question, and I found myself carried away by their myth, laughing along with them, my bosom bouncing before them, my new master's finger and thump caressing my nipple the whole time. My new master smiles at me, before replying, "She was a gift from my other, and she met her at some college fair ... or cheer event? Anyway, she lives with us now."

They laughed, clearly inquiring at the answer, surprised by his casual disregard at what is a rather unusual matter, "And she just ... serves? Without question or .... clothes?" I find myself carried away once more, and once the laughter dies down, and he nods, "With that, one of them asks, "Hoe ... how long will she be with us?"

With a glance aimed at me, he states, "Long as I desire her to remain, isn't that right, my naughty naked vixen?