The Nanny

THE NANNY

       Her bare flesh exposed between the crisp brown straps of the leather harness darkens under the sun as Jo makes her rounds serving the shaded tables.  Several returning trips to the bar, the humiliating placed ice bucket kept topped off as promised, the service tray kept full; her trio of pierces is a constant torment as the wires tautly stretch at them as she struggles in the six inch stilettos.  Diligently concentrating her attention down between her global breasts, between the wires connected from her pierces to the outer corners of the tray, she intently struggles with balancing the assorted beverages as her fists flex in their restraints affixed to the sides of the harness.  Below the tray, out of her view, the bucket twists and scrapes across the front of her reddened knees as she’s forced to shunt amongst the gathering.  Blocking out much of her humiliation, accepting the ogling and occasional verbal abuse from the bartenders, she forces herself to focus, to concentrate solely on assiduously serving the women at the tables as Madam has ordered.

       Except for Jo, the rest of the luncheon would seem as any other normal small poolside get together among a small group of snobbish socialites.  As the surreal experience drags on, the ladies tend to treat her like the other pair of normal attired women servers.  Barely paying her attention, taking their beverages and ice from the tray and bucket strapped to her bare front side with not as much as a nod while doing their generic girl talk, they otherwise tend to ignore her presence as if she’s not the only one present naked and harnessed.

       She doesn’t realize that soon, this little aggravating exercise will be behind her and later this afternoon she’ll find herself unexpectedly in a precarious situation with one of the family members. 

Chapter Ten

       The luncheon ordeal in the unshaded tropical heat finally passes after the better part of a couple of excruciating hours.  Physically exhausted and mentally spent, Jo’s escorted to her suite.  Her harness with its added humiliating and painful accessories finally removed by the escort, she’s surprisingly advised by him that Madam’s rewarding her for her diligent work as a server and that she has the rest of the day and evening to herself alone to bathe and rest.   Carefully mounting the harness on one of a pair of hollow wicker mannequins along the wall, taking the tray and bucket, the escort leaves her with her first opportunity to be alone, unshackled.

       If only for a few hours, this is her first unexpected reward for a well done, if painful exercise.  Relaxing and soaking in a bubble bath followed by an appreciative short hour or so cat nap, she’s especially relieved that the concoction she consumed has worn off.  The induced intensified pains now seem more manageable, just annoying, especially the aches of the stretched pierces and the warmth across her exposed reddened flesh from the noon day’s sun exposure.

       Lying back while slowly awakening on the bedspread she drifts in and out under the cooling, pleasant flow of air circulating from the slowly turning five blades of the tropical ceiling fan directly above her bed.  Practically ignoring the mounted camera, its red light flickering behind the circulating blades she feels almost bliss as she stretches while spreading her arms and legs across the bed.  Slowly arching her back and thrusting her now free, bare breasts outward, sharply tilting her head back and forth while habitually cracking her neck on one side, then the other, she hears the familiar cackling sound as if popping one’s fingers.

       Slumping comfortably back onto the thick mattress’ bedspread, she luxuriously sinks into the bedding while still virtually spread-eagled on her backside, appreciating relaxing alone for the first time since her abduction.  Gazing above her gently quivering breasts she catches a glimpse of the dull ceiling light iridescent off the fan blades.  The light similarly flickers across her upturned nipples as she gently arches her shoulders back while thrusting her spreading breasts upward, the mounted gold studs sparkling, almost hypnotic through her hazed eyes.

       Letting her hands slide up across her global mounds, tweaking the again capped studs with her fingertips, she gently massages her aching nipples still moist with the bath oil.  Gently tugging her breasts together, firmly gripping both nipples between the thumb and index finger of her left hand and pressing the glistening studs together, she softly slides her right hand down across her flattened stomach until her index finger glides across her clit hood’s mounted stud.  Tweaking the stud and tugging the stretching flesh also still moist from the bath oil, she sinks back into the bedding relaxed, softly caressing her exposed clit with her finger while gently tugging and twisting her nipples pressed between her fingernail and thumbnail.   

       Of course still stark naked as she seems to always be, after a couple minutes her serene body gently quivers as her head slowly tilts across the pillow while she softly moans.  Gently masturbating herself, her eyes barely flicker open as she catches the glimmer of the red light flickering behind the slowly swirling fan blades.  Realizing again that she’s possibly being watched she reflexively slips her hands quickly away from her swelling nipples and responding clit, letting her hands rest at her sides.

       Now awake, turning her head she glances toward the pair of mannequin type racks in front of the matching mirrors on the wall with the closet doors.  Her attention’s drawn to the second hollow wicker silhouette that could have been woven from a mold of her very own body.  The closest rack still holds the familiar harness, but next to it the other’s now covered with what appears to be a rather elegant, if scantly fashioned evening gown, a pair of less harsh stilettos resting below its white chiffon fabric that must have been placed there when she was napping

       Actually seeing her first possible clothing of any kind since her abduction, her initial thoughts are of even if it’s for her.  And if it is, which it surely must be, what’s its presence mean?  Bending forward, raising up on her elbows on the bed while collecting her thoughts, she lets her feet slide off the mattress onto the area rug across the floor.  Slowly setting upright while glancing closer toward the racks, she stands on her bare feet, feeling a small sense of relief from not wearing those damn heels.  Her first step toward the mannequins and she reflexively crosses an arm under her swaying breasts while pressing her other hand over her left breast.  Almost instantly thinking, realizing she’s probably under surveillance by the cameras, she drops her arms letting her still aching breasts sway free.

       Flicking the light switch before passing the harness while glancing toward the gown, she picks up her reflection in one of the mirrors.  Quickly noticing her already dark toned body’s no longer evenly tanned even as the reflections of the gold studs glisten from their piercings, a deeper red pattern’s noticeable caused by the Caribbean sun baking her bare flesh not covered by the thin straps of the body harness.  Massaging her reddened skin here and there, the warmth spreads through her fingertips as the sting of her probing hands spread across her sensitive flesh.

       Reaching toward the gown, feeling its obviously expensive material between her fingertips, the thoughts of the slight sunburn quickly slips her mind.  Lifting and spreading the gown between her fingers as she raises the stretching fabric, she realizes if this is her first clothing, although quite elegant, it’s form fitting and revealing patterns are going to leave nothing to the imagination.    

       Her door tapped on even as its being opened, she glances up as the stepdaughter quietly enters.  Still holding the gown, surprised, Jo’s heart sinks as she stutters.  “Jessica!... I… I mean… Mistress?”

       “Barbie!”  Jessica grins, her long dark hair wrapped on top of her head in a tight bun.  “I know you’re supposed to be alone… Hey, what’s that?… Your new gown for dad’s return when he gets back?... Let’s see!”

       Stepping toward the wicker racks as she shuts the door, she simultaneously unwraps an obviously out of place old leather belt looped through the eyelets in her terrycloth robe.  Spreading the white robe apart, her firm breasts are revealed as her nipples appear slightly marred with a barely visible set of indented clamp marks.  Unable to hold back her gaze, staring at the stepdaughter’s bared breasts, Jo remains motionless still holding the gown between her spread hands.

       Smiling, glancing down toward her bare chest as she pushes it outward, Jessica mutters.  “What?”  Reaching up, cupping her breasts and forcing her nipples out while firmly squeezing, she glances toward Jo.  “I couldn’t help it Barbie!... I was watching you out at the pool from up in my room and couldn’t resist mimicking some of your pain!... Of course you got all the attention, but that’s okay, you know?”

       Still firmly holding the gown, not knowing what to say, Jo watches incredulously as Jessica turns her attention toward the mounted harness.  Slipping her fingers across the supple dark brown leather, unfastening it and sliding the top half up off the wicker, Jessica glances back toward Jo and mutters.  “Help me here!”

       Slipping her robe from off her shoulders and letting it flow to the floor as she bares her naked body, Jessica unsnaps the back straps of the harness while turning away.  “Slip this around me and fasten it… Really, really tight!”  Lifting her arms upward to let the harness slip down across her exposed body while awaiting Jo’s help, she grunts.  “I said fasten it… Just like it was on you Barbie… Now!”

       Letting the gown hang wrinkled on its wicker, Jo disgustedly obeys, quickly begins strapping the harness to the stepdaughter.  From top to bottom she tugs the leather, each a notch or two firmer then it fit on her while watching the girls’ naturally tanned flesh wrinkle and spread between the straps.  The top half fitting tightly with the straps secured, without further direction Jo unfastens the bottom half of the harness from the rack, kneels and lets Jessica step into it.  Lifting it past her thighs, slipping the double circular plugs up between her butt cheeks, Jo fastens the bottom straps; securing it around Jessica’s twitching hips.

       “Fasten the wrist cuffs, then adjust the fittings for my boobies and slit Barbie.”  The girl eagerly orders as she twists around, stares toward her thrust out breasts circled by the pair of glistening loops in the harness.  “Nice and tight, like Mother did with you, huh?”  She continues as she watches her breasts beginning to discolor as her nipples harden.

       Cuffing the left, then right wrist, securing both to the bottom sides of the top harness, Jo begins to roughly adjust the rings encircling the thrust out breasts as the girl’s fingers flex from her twisting hands beside her hips.  Feeling the stepdaughter’s naked body trembling from anticipation, her breasts slowly swelling, bulging apart as the rings compress, Jo flashes back to herself  being fitted, her own breasts thrusting out through these very rings as Madam adjusted and tightened the straps.  Also watching the spreading areolas flattening under the hard little nubs of the girl’s nipples, she thinks of her own breasts being manipulated as she continues to tighten the adjustments.  Giving an extra twist or two, watching the clamped breasts continue to darken as they gently wobble in front of her face, she kneels and begins spreading the adjustment to the pair of orifice plugs as the girl grunts in obvious pain.

       “Oomph!...  Oh, Barbie… That’s tight!”  Moaning, jerking she glares toward Jo.

       “Oh, I’m sorry Mistress!  Jo speaks as she snidely grins to herself with her head down so the girl can’t see her face.  “I thought you wanted it as tight as it was mounted on me… I’m sorry if it’s too much… I’ll loosen it for you!”

         “Oh no!... Okay then… Yeh, maybe just a little tighter…An extra twist on each!”  The girl retorts as she stiffens, biting her lip.

       Still kneeling, glancing up toward Jessica’s eyes staring away, Jo gives an extra twist as her own bare breasts jerk back and forth across her chest with each tug.  Finally a harsh third jerk on the adjustments down low as she watches the orifices stretch between Jessica’s flinching thighs.

       Twisting and bending, the girl yelps.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!” Enough!... Enough!”

       “You want these tits as tight as mine was too… Don’t you Mistress?” Standing, grabbing and twisting without an answer, twisting again and yet again, Jo watches the girl’s discoloring breasts swell even larger and taut between the rings, the areolas nearly translucent, the nipples completely flattening as they jerk.

       “Gaaaad!”  The girl grunts.  “That’s it…That’s all, Barbie… Damn… No more!... Really, that’s enough!”

       Stepping back a step, glancing Jessica’s trembling body up and down, Jo can’t help admiring how exotic she looks, her bound bulging breasts now almost rivaling the size of her own.  Remembering her own self image in the mirror mounted in the same harness, and now comparing it to hers, feeling a tingling in her stomach Jo has an intriguing insight on how the other side enjoys themselves controlling others, completely.

       “Here!... Try these.”  Jo volunteers as she quickly kneels, breasts swaying while reaching for the stilettos and slipping them in front of the girl.  “Slip ‘em on!... See how I feel when I have to ware ‘em.”

       Obeying and lifting her left, then right foot and slipping each into the stilettos with Jo’s help, the girl grunts as she clenches her fists while awkwardly standing in the six inch heels.  “Oh my God!... How do you walk in these things?”  She moans as she takes a couple halting, painful steps as her calves and thighs noticeably ripple, her fingers scraping at her sides.   Barely able to maintain her balance, the sphincter of her rectum stretching around the circular plug as her vagina’s stuffed with the other, the girl stares down between her discolored, ballooning breasts toward the pointed shoes.

       Glancing back while shuffling in front of Jo who’s still kneeling on the floor, Jessica holds back the welling tears mounting in her eyes as her flattened stomach ripples with each elevated breath.  Staring directly into Jo’s eyes, she surprisingly blurts.  “Barbie…  I want you to tie my elbows real tight behind me like yours was, then gag me and blindfold me!  The stuff’s in my robe pockets.  Then… Then whip my titties across my bare nipples with the belt!  Yeh, whip them a…  A dozen times, really hard and, and make it hurt!… There it’s in my robe too!... Get them there… Now!”

       Turning her back while pushing her chest outward, her purplish breasts stand up firm and taut.  Twisting her head, waiting as Jo shuffles through the robe, she orders.  “Tie my elbows first so I can see my boobies really stick out Barbie!... Then you can blindfold me, okay?”

       Surprised by being able to retrieve an eye mask and a bright red ball gag from the pockets along with a couple lengths of hemp rope, Jo glances toward Jessica’s backside while barely nodding her head in amazement.  Shaking her head back and forth, she stands behind and grips the girl’s arms.  Forcing Jessica’s elbows together behind her back, Jo double loops the hemp rope and draws it tight with a couple jerks forcing her elbows completely together while listening to her grunts with each tug.  Letting Jessica gaze down only momentarily at her swollen, discolored breasts, slipping the black eye mask across her eyes and wrapping its straps tightly behind her neck, she raises the ball gag in her hand.

       “Jo… Jo listen.”  The girl rasps.  “Once you gag me I… I want you to spin me around a couple times… Then start whipping my titties without me knowing where you’re at… And listen, it’s really important that you don’t stop until you give me the whole dozen, even if I try to beg you to stop!... And listen Barbie…  If it’s not really hard and you can’t make me cry, I’m going to punish you and whip yours raw!... Understand?... I said do you understand me Barbie?”

       “Yeh… Yes, I understand… Perfectly!... Okay!”  Jo incredulously whispers toward her ear as she slides the gag in Jessica’s yawning lips.  Taking a moment while inhaling a deep breath, gripping the girl’s shoulders, she rasps.  “Okay, I’m going to spin you now…. Ready?”

       A couple turns, Jo steps toward Jessica’s side.  The belt hangs down in her hand as she waits… And waits a little longer.  Watching the girl stumbling in the stilettos, attempting to right herself, Jo hesitates, wondering.  Wanting to swing the strap, yet in the back of her mind not sure of the consequences, she struggles to obey the obviously disturbed girl.  Finally shaking her head, biting her lip she backhands the curling belt.  “Smack!... Oomph!”  The supple leather slashes across Jessica’s left breast.  Staggering back, her breasts already discolored as they swell out from the tightening rings pressed against her chest, a reddish scrap mark streaks across the glistening assaulted globe.

       Letting the end of the belt drag across the floor Jo slowly circles behind the disoriented girl, watching her harnessed body already trembling.  Again struggling to force herself to continue as her mind races, worrying about the possible consequences, she listens to the grunts from the ball gag.  Taking a breath, twisting her torso Jo swings the leather again. “Smack… Agghhhh!”  Another screech as the belt snaps across both thrust out globes, flattening one nipple while the tip of the belt barely nips the bud of the other.

       Jo’s naked body now continues to twist, her breasts swaying toward her right as her torso swings to her left with her arms spread out, the belt curling from her clenched left fist.  With an audible grunt as she steps toward the girl she releases the quick backhand against her target.  The girl’s left breast dances from her twisting body as her knees partially buckle from the unsuspected third quick lashing. “Smack!...Agghhhh!”

       Stopping momentarily, taking a deep breath before slowly walking a complete circle around the glistening harnessed body, Jo notices the girl’s hands clenching into fists against her trembling hips.  Glancing toward her breasts already beading, dripping perspiration from across her instantly welted globes, the areolas and nipples spread flat, Jo stiffens while momentarily letting the belt scrape across the floor again.  “Smack… Smack…Agghhhh!!”… Smack… Smack… Agghhhh!!”  Back and forth, again back and forth, the belt curls through the air smacking across the outer globe of Jessica’s right breast, back across the outer globe of her left, across the top of her right and finally up under the under curve of her left as her harnessed body spins a half circle.

       “Uuummmpppphhh!!” Her whipped breasts on fire, dropping to a knee, nearly falling face forward, Jessica barely catches herself as saliva drools out from the corners of her stretched mouth.  Her hollowed stomach flexing as her ribcage raises and lowers with each rasping breath, her latest, long grunt’s guttural, the pain excruciating.

       Without waiting for her to get up, Jo’s naked body also glistens as she finds herself beginning to prowl, to find a good shot.  “Smack…Agghhhh!!” A harsh sidearm smacks directly across both jiggling nipples, the leather flattening into the bruising titflesh.  “Smack… Oomph!”   Smack…Aaauuugghh!!”  Another harsh set of backhands are applied as Jo’s breasts flail back and forth, her own body twisting along with her outstretched arms.  The first lashing sinks into the girl’s left nipple, the second flattening her right as she arches backwards with the heels of her stilettos catching.  Falling backwards across her bound elbows, the girl grunts as she rasps for breath, saliva drooling across her face from her yawning mouth.

       Circling the girl’s trembling body, centering on her welted hard round breasts jaunting upward as she struggles on her back side, Jo can’t resist the perfect targets.  Rearing back, her own hollowed stomach ripples under her swaying breasts, the gold studs glistening from the tips of her jiggling nipples as she snaps her wrist forward, the strap arching through the air. Upward then downward, the tip of the strap embeds itself directly into Jessica’s left areola.  “Smack!... Gaaaaaddddd!!!”  Another, almost pleadingly harsh screech from the chewed ball gag.

       Circling, letting the belt drag across Jessica’s twisting, jerking body still spread on her back across the floor, Jo ignores the obvious pathetic pleas gasping with spittle from the drenched red ball pushing out from the girl’s quivering lips.  Watching Jessica’s shimmering body curling on the floor, straightening, her abs flexing under her trembling bellybutton, Jo counts in her head, pretty sure there’s another lashing to go.  The excitement’s hard to control now as Jo’s fully into flogging the girl.

       Waiting…. Waiting… Waiting until the girl’s knees bend with her legs spreading apart, the heels digging into the floor, Jo responds.  “Thwack!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  The harshest lashing yet, a hard overhand as Jo tiptoes to put her full force behind her swing, her own breasts bouncing, jerking across one another as her naked body arches.  The belt tearing downward between Jessica’s momentarily spread thighs flattens across the pair of rings stretching the gapping orifices.   A long harsh scream’s stifled by the ball gag as her hips jerk, bounce against the floor as she flips over on her side, gagging, coughing.

       Dropping the belt and quickly kneeling, Jo tears the mask from the girl’s eyes.  Swollen and blood shot, her hazed, dark eyes dart back and forth as the ball gags next to be ripped away.  Jo’s heartbeat escalates as she’s not sure what to do next, what she’s done!  Saliva drooling, rasping for breath, the girl grunts as their eyes lock.  Her head laying on Jo’s thighs, a trembling spasm and the girl clears her throat, mutters.  “Oh my… My God Barb… Oh my God!... That hurt so bad… But… But sooo good!... Thank you!”

       Glancing away without being able to resist a sigh of relief and a sly smirk on her face, Jo thinks to herself that maybe not only has she found a way to manipulate the boy, but now possibly the girl.  Turning back and sliding her hands toward the girl’s wrists, she begins unhooking the cuffs one at a time as their naked body’s press together.

       The red light continuously blinks from the camera as it points down from above the whirring fan blades, across the pair of naked girls huddled together on the floor.  In another room in another part of the house the monitor flickers on its mount between others as the redhead and Madam sit side by side, utterly enthralled at the unbelievable and totally unexpected scene that has just taken place in front of them as they glance and barely smile toward one another.

End Part Ten