All images in this fictional work were created by the author. All models in these photos are 18 years of age or older, and are fully consenting participants in the creation of these images.

CHAPTER 5 (continued)*

*With thanks to my editor – Chris6160

I was unshackled and ushered to a seat at the dining table. The whipping of my ass meant that I sat down gingerly. I swallowed some food but it wasn’t food that I needed. I was desperate to be fucked roughly and passionately. It was with some optimism that after being escorted back to the suite he suggested that husband and I sleep in separate rooms. He would return with some cream to soothe the whip marks on my body. He applied this gently and almost lovingly. You can guess the rest – Christos and I engaged is some of the best sex I can ever remember. I lost count of the number of my orgasms.

Strangely we didn’t see Christos the next day. Apparently he had urgent company, but he would be taking us to the beach the following day. With luck the red marks on my body would have faded away by then.

Naked on the beach, just as Christos promised. A truly wonderful day. It was nice to have a break. There is something special about balancing making my body suffer for its sexiness with other forms of pleasure. It also very much activated my exhibitionist side. It was really sexy to be naked on the beach when anyone present could see my body. I was (and still am), so glad to have had Christos as the temporary owner and cruel master of my body.

Back at Christos’s house I was allowed an evening off. I would revert to being a slave in the morning. I would not be required to wear the collar, cuffs or stockings but I was told to wear absolutely nothing other than shoes. Full instructions would be given at breakfast.

The next photo gives an idea of the detailed instructions I was given. It was made clear that I should follow them exactly. Christos was expecting a visit from a lawyer friend and he wanted to show him my sexy body.

I should not wear any cuffs or collars or anything that might suggest I was a slave. Instead, I should give every indication of offering my body to him for inspection and feasible use, voluntarily and freely. Not a issue for me, who was at all times happy to show my body off.

I was also instructed how to stand in order to make my body accessible. I must keep my hand firmly behind my back to allow full access to the front of my body. If required I should stand with legs aside so that my pussy could be examined.

Taken overall I found this very erotic and exciting. In terms of the deserved humiliation of my body it was off the scale, and I couldn’t wait to offer it. It would be so good for it to be treated as an available commodity. It was also off the scale for exhibitionism. It would feel so very sexy to show off my lovely naked flesh. There didn’t seem much prospect for my body to be physically abused but that would almost certainly come another day. Whipping should not be an everyday activity for Sir and for me but a treat for both of us.

I was told to wait in my room with my husband and, once again, I could barely wait for the humiliation and exhibition to come. If it were feasible, I would have stood and waited already in position. After some time I heard a car pull up and Christos talking in Greek to his friend. Before long I was summoned into the dining room while my husband stayed in our suite. I walked slowly and seductively, trying to make my movement sexy. I took up my required position, making my naked and oiled body available for inspection. Both men started to use English so I could figure out. Christos spoke, asking his friend (whose name I have forgotten) if he would carefully inspect and assess my body. I thought about the “assess” part. He took photos from every direction and I asked me to bend so that he could photograph my pussy, with which he took a particular interest.

His inspection was strange in some respects; there was the usual fondling but he also squeezed numerous parts quite hard as if assessing muscle tone. My thighs, buttocks and labia were given particular attention. I saw him make notes on each. He asked me to spread my legs to check my labia and slid a finger in my vagina. He commented to Christos that it was good that I was obviously enjoying the experience, which he said would be useful later, I had no idea what he meant at that time.

He spoke directly to me and said that he would like to check how good it was to fuck my body and asked if I would consent to it. I couldn’t say so but I was desperate for my body to be fucked; I was almost overloading with lust. He took my body to a side room with a large sofa. It was far from the best sex I had. Women need more passion in the act not just a test fuck.

After that I was beckoned to an armchair, across which I sprawled my naked body, feeling pleased with the day so far. There was much further discussion in Greek and some examination of documents.

The friend started to leave and addressed me in English. “I can tell you that your body is exquisite and I can recommend it very highly.”

My husband and I had a relaxed and leisurely dinner with Christos and we all drank a little too much wine. I was still required to remain naked and was asked to leave the room so that Christos and my husband could discuss something. When I was re-admitted Christos came to greet me, kissing me passionately and gently fondling my ass. He told me that owning my body was a dream come true, that he had a burning passion for it and wondered that he was falling in love with me. He asked for one favour which, if I consented to it, would result in him bringing me extremes of passion and sexual satisfaction but I would pay a price in terms of the humiliation and pain that would be inflicted on my body. From my perspective that sounded good – my inner self would rejoice in the passion and my body would take the consequences (and I wanted it to suffer anyway). The request was simple – he wanted me to sign a slave contract, which had been drawn up in English. Both husband and I were aware of such documents; they are common in the bdsm community but they are not legally enforceable and, hence, worthless. I was handed a copy in English. It contained the usual stuff – a duty to obey the owner, the right of the owner to sell, rent or lend my body to others and an acceptance of the owners right to punish harshly. Considering it was legally unenforceable I readily consented to sign.

Christos continued to add that there was something more that I should know. In Greece it would be feasible to sign something like a zero hours employment contract which only the employer could terminate, it being presumed that the worker could simply choose not to work. By paying me a token hourly wage I could be deemed to be working and lose the right to terminate the contract. Once I had signed the contract it would be hard gonna prove that I had consented to slavery rather than employment, even if slavery was the reality. If I agreed the lawyer would return tomorrow and we could formally sign the supposed “employment contract”. To put my mind at rest Christos would sign a separate document agreeing to terminate the contract on request. Then he left so my husband and I could discuss it.

I was clear that I completely believed that Christos could deliver the extreme pleasure and not so extreme pain that he offered. I had already experienced both. In that sense I was ready to sign. I already knew that he planned to distribute my body with a few select friends. He had already done so earlier the same day. I was much more concerned by the possibility that he could sell or rent my body to others. If put up for sale I could probably escape but how would I know if I was being rented and not lent? The key question was whether the written commitment by Christos to terminate the contract on request could be trusted. It looked to me as if it could, but I couldn’t be sure. My husband agreed that there was an element of risk. However, it looked like if I refused to sign, we both would be on the next flight home. I was so enjoying being a sex slave to such a sexy, passionate man that I would miss that role badly. M husband kissing me gently and caressing my body helped calm me. I would sign and take the risk.

Christos was overjoyed that I would consent to be a legal slave under the terms of the contract. By tomorrow evening my body would be both his legal and actual property. I no longer felt concerned, just very randy at the wondered.

At breakfast I was instructed to dress but as sexily as feasible. The outfit I chose was intended to make Christos as pleased as feasible at my formal acceptance of his legal right to own, enjoy and punish my body.

Once the documents were signed and witnessed by the lawyer I was instructed to go to my room and remove all clothing. Collars, cuffs and stockings were not needed. My owner(s) wanted to be able to see their property in its most gorgeous, natural state.

When I returned to the dining room the lawyer had already departed. Christos and my husband were setting up some champagne and glasses. We all settled down to enjoy several drinks. As a slave I was not permitted to sit with by new owner (in fact both my owners); I was required to sit at my new owner’s feet. A thick towel was placed on the floor for the purpose.

All three of us continued to drink champagne. From time to time I was ordered to stand up and present my body for hands-on inspection. All of that was pleasurable but I suspected that later celebrations would involve more intense use of my body. I was not wrong.

Christos instructed me to stand up and walk around the room. He wanted to decide how to use me to best celebrate the occasion.

“That is such a sexy ass. I would like to celebrate by making it as red as possible. Your thighs look particularly appealing too. Find some excuse for your body to be punished.” An easy order to comply with as my inner self was at all times seeking to get my body mistreated. I complained about the food I was given for lunch and refused to eat some. The desired punishment took some time to come. The anticipation of the treatment to come was, as usual, deliciously sexy.

When the time finally came the details were unexpected. Punishment of my body would be administered by my husband, and Christos would watch and take video shots. Husband wanted a turn anyway. I would not be restrained in any way; since I had freely consented to be a slave I would be responsible for keeping my body in place to take the cruelty. As the photo shows I was required to stand bent over and leaning on a chair for my ass to be severely mistreated. My husband appeared holding a cane. I could hear the swish as he practiced some strokes on thin air. The first stroke came, such a sexy sound – swish, thwack gasp. Like Christos, he knew to pause between strokes for the pain to bite. As I later saw on video my ass gave a sexy little wiggle after each blow. Christos said that was the best of it. I think the cane is at all times one of the more painful instruments. Husband was also more vigorous in his good work than Christos. A belt is more the level of pain that I found easily tolerable. Nonetheless, as at all times, the pain and humiliation of my deserving body was so, so sexy. It just took more for me to force my body to take the pain.

Once my ass was reddened to Christos’s satisfaction. The chair was turned around and I stood back-to-back to it. The cane was replaced by the single tail whip (a minor relief for me). Again, thwack on my thighs, gasp, small squirm and pause. I was really starting to enjoy this. One benefit of having the front of my body whipped is that I can watch as well as hear and feel each blow. Once my thighs were reddened to the satisfaction of Christos I expected the beating to stop. I was pleased when Christos asked husband to include my abdomen. The sound of leather hitting my abdomen is particularly sexy and the red stripes are far easier to see.

I was the legal slave of Christos and the consensual slave of husband for about two months. My husband managed to arrange leave from work for most of the time. The normal week was structured to let one of my owners take control of my body for the day and the other to watch or take videos. My husband would usually take two days per week and Christos three. On all of these my body was at all times admired, inspected and humiliated but cruel punishment was normally only twice a week. Two days a week were time off from being a slave, often spent naked on the nearby beach

There were some occasional changes. Several times Christos had dinner guests. On each occasion I was required to act as a waitress. My body was to be naked except for a necklace come collar with the word “SLAVE.” I was required to serve drinks, snacks and dinner to the guests.

The rules were that the guests were allowed to ask me to pose for any photos they wished and had the right to fondle my body as they pleased, I was to pause any activity such as clearing plates to allow them to fondle if they wished. As a slave they were free to opinion and there were plenty of compliments. These dinners were at all times very sexy for me; there was a lot of both humiliation of my body and exhibitionism. Guests were not usually allowed more than photos and fondling, but there were exceptions. One guest who visited on several occasions was granted the pleasure of delivering an over the knee spanking. On one occasion a guest was allowed to have my body cuffed at the wrists and ankles and made me come with a magic wand vibrator.

On a few occasions several friends were invited to take photos and videos, some of me in sexy outfits but most often nude. I never doubted that they were doing this to send the results to others, but it did seem to me that the poses were being done to order. Of course, the exhibitionist in me revelled in it. I had long ago accepted that digital images of my body, including ones of it in restraints, must be circulating on the internet. I have at all times been ready to show off my body and allow it to be fondled by anyone. If it was a matter of choice and, happily, it is often not, I only begin to become choosy when it comes to being fucked.