Time past and my muscle began to tighten. Spread eagle standing up was starting to get uncomfortable. I still felt slick all over from the cream and oil. A mixer of Masters and my juices had trickled down both of my inner thighs. I listened to birds in the trees around me but I still couldn't see anything because of the blindfold.
Voices in the distance drifted to me. I could hear Master, Stan and Kitten in the pool, splashing and laughing together. I wanted to be there with them.
I tried to shift in my bonds but it was useless. I listened to the frolicking in the pool and was so intent that I let out a squeak when someone touched my nipple.
"Shhhh, Baby it’s just me," Kitten's voice purred in my ear. "Master sent me with a drink for you, and wanted me to make sure you were okay."
"My legs are a bit stiff, Kitten, but I'm okay." She ran her hands over my calves and kneaded the muscle and I relaxed.
Smiling to myself, it was great having Master look after me. He knew instinctively when and what I needed. As Kitten worked up my legs she kissed my heat, spreading the lips to expose my clit more.
Moaning at the pleasure of her month on me I arched into it. I was dripping wet in seconds. I could feel it running down my leg already.
Then the plug began to vibrate again and I tensed all over. Kitten continued to lick and suck me. I was on fire.
"Step away, Kitten," Master said. Groaning in frustration I wanted to scream, No, Master please just a few more, please, but I held my tongue. Then it hit me, ice-cold water, a steady mist of the hose. I was being watered like a plant. The spray began to grow in intensity the radius of the spray shrinking; working its way to a jet on my heat.
"OHHHHHH" I screamed as it pelted my clit. "Please, Master may I cum?" I begged.
"Yes, Baby, you may," replied Master and I toppled into an orgasm. On and on it went. Just when I thought I was coming down, up I flew again, my body whipping in my bonds as I did so. The spray moved lower and was at my vagina. Master was cleaning me out. He never believed in those smelly douches, he wanted only the natural smell of us.
The plug had stopped in my ass as Master said "Kitten, take out the plug and let’s get Baby cleaned up."
"Yes, Master," Kitten said as I felt her hands on my ass. She rotated the plug it was tight in me. She tugged once, nothing. She wrapped her arm around me and inserted her finger into me. I relaxed a bit. Tugging again the plug slipped out. Removing her finger and kissing the back of my neck with a giggle she whispered, "Baby, you have so many buttons, it’s always a pleasure to find one."
I know I blushed red at that comment. What did she expect, between Master and her, I was always on the edge of orgasm. Always ready to please or be pleased. Master had trained this body well. I had not had a will of my own for a long time, it belonged totally to Master.
"Kitten, undo baby’s legs and attach this"
"Yes Master," Kitten replied as her fingers caressed down my calf to my ankle. My foot was free and I wanted to move it in just to stretch the muscle, but I held position. I knew better than to move a muscle without Master's permission.
She did the same to the other then attached something to each of the wrist cuffs. I felt it slide along my back and she clamped it to my ankles. It was the mesh sling. I knew what was coming.
"Stan, would you mind giving me a hand here, I will lift baby if you will attach the quick links." Up I went and I was now in the sling, my heat open wide for all to see. "Baby does make a pretty picture, doesn’t she?"
"Oh, yes, Master she sure does."
Ice-cold water from the hose was again being misted over me. I was trembling, not so much for the cold water – it was hot enough out that it didn't bother me. It was what I knew was coming next.
How could Master do this, I felt so embarrassed. It was one thing when he did this with just him and Kitten around, but to let Stan watch too. I was starting to pant already. The water temperature was changing degree by degree, getting warmer.
"Kitten, undo Baby’s right leg and attach it to the left."
"Yes, Master," Kitten said as I was moved on my left side.
Master was starting to knead my ass, and rub around my rectum. The tip of the rectal tub was slid into my anus. I tightened. Smack!
"Relax, Baby." He separated my buttocks and inserted the tube so that it pointed towards my belly button. It was about three inches inside me. He was being very careful not to scrape the walls with the tube.
I was shaking like a leaf already. "Kitten, is the bag ready?"
"Yes Master, 101 degrees exactly."
"Good girl. Attach it to the chain there." I felt the fluid enter me. It was warm. Slowly it continued. I knew the whole processes would take about ten minutes and I knew I'd get the entire quart of fluid.
Master was kneading my ass as I heard him say, "Stan, would you and Kitten please take care of Baby’s breasts. Sucking on them always relaxes her.
Relax? Not having someone other then Master suck on my nipple would not relax me. I had embarrassed Master and this was my humiliation. That he would cause me to defecate in front of someone was so embarrassing. I remember when I first came to Master and I was not permitted to go to the bathroom without him.
"Nothing is private between us, Baby, remember that always," was what he had told me then.
Even now I found myself worrying I'd offend Master there. Smack! On the right cheek.
"Baby, tell me what you're feeling. I want you to voice this. You understand, Baby?"
"Yes, Master." Why did he insist I talk now? "I feel Stan’s and Kitten's mouths on my breasts."
"Good, and how does that make you feel? Remember, Baby, I know what you're thinking so if you lie, I will know."
"Yes Master," I felt what, "violated Master. You rarely let others touch me."
"True, Baby, but Stan trained Kitten, so she is an extension of him."
I was starting to feel full, almost distended. Time past and Master was lightly patting my ass. I felt a towel pressing against my keester and Master slid the tube out only to reinsert the plug. Slapping my ass one more time he undid my foot and moved me to be spread eagle again.
Stan and kitten were still feasting on my breasts. I had forgotten who was working which breast I was so intent on the movement of their lips on my nipples. They had a rhythm going. It was as if the same mouth was on both nipples, lick for lick they were in unison. I tried to remember which side was Kitten and which was Stan; I could not.
The sucking stopped and all was quiet.