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Piss Shy, Part Seven

Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.

Flint had the girls try to hold me down, but I was inevitably and usually able to throw them off from a combined force of the absolute distress of being tickled and the fact that I was thankfully stronger. It turned into a repeated process of the girls trying to hold me down, Flint tickling me, and me throwing them off and curling up into a ball until they succeeded in pinning me back down or Flint ordered me to hold still.

Eventually, Flint had Lida crawl up on top of me and kiss me while he beat her with something. As I was blindfolded, I couldn’t tell what. Lida kissed cutely, shyly. Her mouth was small and her lips pursed like a guppy’s. I reached up, running my hands over her back and shoulders, pulling her to me each time I felt her jump from the beating.

“Now come on, Ivy, you’re here to entertain us. Touch yourself,” Flint said as Lida climbed off of me. “And be careful. Your owner said you couldn’t cum."

I laid back and rubbed my pussy, thankful for the blindfold that allowed me to at least pretend I wasn’t being watched by a roomful of people. Lida and Macy were still touching me, idly discussing things like lingerie and shopping. But, after a little while, I realized I had to use the bathroom.

"Hey, ah…WRM? Flint?” I called out.

“Not here,” Lida replied, “in the other room.”

“Well, can you get them?” I asked, “I…um…I have a pee.”

“Kind of scared to move,” Macy admitted, “we’re not supposed to…” She thought for a moment, “you can go over there, they’re just in the next room. Just, ah, crawl over.”

After banging my head on a corner, I managed to make my way to the door. I knocked on the door before hearing it swing open.

“Yes?” Flint asked.

I bit my lip. “I…ah…I have to pee.”

And this was where the trouble started.

Piss Shy, Part Six

“Come here,” WRM said when the video had ended, motioning for me to move closer to the couch. I crawled over before sitting back up and resting my hands on my knees. However, my arms were forced over my head as WRM pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside.

“Look at this,” she murmured, her mouth curling into a grin as she hooked her thumbs under the straps of my bra. “Did you wear this special for us?”

“I…no…” I blushed. “Just wore it because I can’t get away with not wearing a bra with this shirt.”

WRM grinned harder. “If it’s not special, it comes off.” I pulled my bra off and set it aside. Flint reached forward and grabbed my arm, tugging me up so I was up on my knees. WRM unzipped my skirt as Flint hauled me up to my feet, and soon I found myself naked in the middle of the room.

With a hand in my hair, WRM tugged me back down to my knees and kissed me deeply. “Two fingers in your pussy, right now,” Flint said. “You’ve got three chances to get yourself wet enough that when you pull your fingers apart, you’ve got a string between them.” The combination of him counting down and the eyes on me inevitably made me fail.

“So,” Flint began as Lida emerged from the shower. He grabbed a towel and laid it down on the floor. “Anybody into group stuff? Getting used by a group, getting thrown into a group blindfolded, all that stuff?” Gingerly, I raised my hand.

WRM chuckled, “oh, Ivy loves blindfolds.”

“Yeah?” Flint asked, “now, why didn’t I know that?”

The rest panned out like a bunch of vignettes, blurry around the edges, my heartbeat thumping in my ears. Flint put the blindfold on me and had me lie down. Then, there were hands, fingers. WRM was between my legs, biting my thighs and making me jump and whine. Besides that, I couldn’t tell who was doing what.

“Now, hold her down so I can tickle her,” I heard Flint say.

Fucker.

Piss Shy, Part Five

WRM arrived and greeted me with a kiss before settling onto the couch. I sat down in the floor in front of her and she leaned down and kissed me, placing her hands on my shoulders and scratching her nails over my back.

Flint’s primary, Lida, showed up soon after in a sweatshirt and a pair of lycra workout pants. He sent her off to the shower, telling her to come back in her bra, her panties and the pants. While she was washing off, Flint told Macy to show WRM a video she’d made of her. Apparently she was drinking…something.

Yeah, yeah, I’m pretty sure I know what it was.

“Look at her,” Flint said to me as we watched Macy sit beside WRM, showing her the video. She was actually watching along – which I give her major credit for, because I’d be hiding behind my hands in two seconds. “Look at her face.”

I chuckled nervously, “yeah. That’s contrition."

"Should be,” Flint replied, sitting down on WRM’s other side, “what she did was disgusting. Do you want to watch?”

I shook my head, blushing.

“Why not?” Flint asked.

“I like to be excluded,” I replied.

He smirked, pointing next to the television. “Go kneel over there,” he ordered. “Hands behind your head.” I moved over and got myself into position. “Legs wider,” he said, and I adjusted.

Making sure my posture was straight, I watched the three of them: Macy’s face a little pale from the humiliation, WRM smirking with the sort of amusement that indicated that she was both glad and a little jealous that the girl in the video wasn’t her, Flint somewhere between smug and proud.