Chapter 10

When I woke up the following day, I was lying on my back, and I could feel how a warm body pressed up against my right side. It was Nicole, of course. Her right arm lay over my body just underneath my breasts, and her right leg was interlocked with my right leg. She breathed softly and regularly, so I knew she was still asleep.

We must have kicked down the bed sheet during the night because it was now only covering us from the waist down.

My right arm was lying underneath her body, and my hand was on her back. I softly moved my fingers over her skin and noticed its silky smoothness. It almost felt like baby skin.

While I did this, she sighed and pulled me closer with her right arm, then opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Good morning,” she said with dreamy eyes.

“Good morning,” I said back to her.

“How was your night?”

“Fine, much better than the other nights this week.”

“Was it because of me,” she said teasingly.

“Maybe,” I responded, but added, “Probably also because I ain’t nervous any longer about what I was about to do yesterday.”

“I still can’t believe you did that without anyone to look after you. You could have been in so much trouble if it hadn’t been my nephew who had found you.”

“I know,” I confessed. “But, that was also the thrill of it all.”

She kissed my shoulder and said, “Probably.”

She then let go of me and turned to lie on her back. I noticed that her little nipples were prominent again. Mine were always pointing out because of their size, but I could see they had their average resting size.

She turned her head to look at the clock next to her bed and said, “I need to get up.”

“Want me to join you?” I asked.

She looked at me and said, “No, stay in bed for a little longer. I will talk with the others this morning and set some rules for you.”

“For me?” I asked, surprised.

She smiled and said, “You’ll be our little bitch of the week. They caught you, so now, you’ll be ours to do with whatever we want.”

“Really?” I asked, sounding much too happy about it.

“Yep, really,” she said. “And ... I want to try and find your limits this week. Maybe, it will help you cope with your condition in the future.”

Some butterflies woke in my tummy, and I softly said, “This is better than anything I had fantasized about.”

She pushed herself up and sat on her knees beside my body. She let her eyes go up and down my exposed flesh and said, “You’re fortunate. It seems mosquitoes don’t like your blood.”

I giggled and said, “They always leave me alone. The doctor once said it is because my blood is too acidic.”

“Lucky you!”

I checked her out and said, “I can’t see any mosquito bites on you either.”

“That’s because my skin is too tough for them,” she giggled.

“Too tough?” I asked. I rubbed my right hand on her leg, saying, “But your skin is so silky smooth.”

She giggled softly and said, “It’s because of a concoction my sister sent me a few years ago. It does something with your skin. It makes it stronger but, at the same time, smoother to the touch. She discovered this while living with an Amazonian tribe. There are women in that tribe that look like they are in their fifties while they are almost eighty years old. They even have a few centenarians who don’t look older than seventy.”

“You’re making this up,” I told her.

“No, really,” she said. “I can prove it to you.”

“How?”

“Well, I still have enough of it for one other person. One treatment, and you will have silky smooth skin for the rest of your life. You won’t find a wrinkle on your body until you are in your late fifties, maybe even sixties.”

“You’re pulling my leg,” I said. “If something like that would exist, it would be worth millions for the cosmetic companies.”

“Billions,” Nicole said with a smile. “My sister works for one of them, and they are trying to find out what’s in it, but some of the ingredients they just can’t figure out, and those tribe members won’t tell them their secrets.”

“You should be a fiction writer,” I told her jokingly.

“If you are up for it, I will prove it. As I said, I have enough left for another person, and ... I would like to give it to you.”

I looked at her and noticed she really meant it. I smiled at her and said, “Okay. I’m up for it. But if you are lying, I will bite you in the ass!”

She laughed and said, “You don’t have to threaten me with that; you can bite my ass anytime you want.”

And then she jumped out of bed and wiggled her ass at me. I just laughed and watched how she walked out of the bedroom.

While she was gone, I thought about what she had said, and I was sure she had to be joking. If anything like that existed, we would have read about it already.

I pulled up the bed sheet and decided to sleep a little longer. I wasn’t fatigued, but I was in a lazy mood today.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Claudia said while she was shaking me. “It’s almost eleven o’clock, and Nicole wants to see you.”

I opened my eyes and looked at Claudia. She was wearing a dress. A flowery summer dress. She looked lovely in it.

Because I wasn’t getting up, she took my left hand and started pulling on it.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” I said.

“So easily?” she joked. “For me, it takes a lot longer before I cum.”

“He-he, funny,” I responded, and she giggled.

Nevertheless, she pulled me out of bed and dragged me along. I didn’t even get the time to go into the bathroom to comb my hair or anything else.

When we got down, I saw the others sitting in the living room again. The boys wore shorts and a T-shirt, and Linda wore a summer dress. A red one with straps over her shoulders to hold it up. She sat snuggled in Tim’s arms. She had a glow about her that told me she must have had good sex last night.

I barely had time to say “Good morning” to them when Claudia dragged me along to the door that led to the cellar.

“She’s waiting,” was the last thing she said before she made me walk down the stairs.

“There you are,” Nicole said. She was sitting behind her desk, and Nicole asked me to come to her. She wasn’t naked anymore and wore a light blue dress buttoned up at the front. Her top two buttons were undone, which allowed me to admire a nice cleavage.

I sat on one of the chairs before her desk and looked at her.

“I already have received the confirmation of your request to be recognized as a true submissive,” she told me. “They are asking us to make a video in which you explain why you think that you are one. I have a few hand cameras, so we can do this now and send it to them if you want.”

“Um ... okay, that’s fine with me,” I responded and added jokingly, “But ... um ... shouldn’t I put on some clothes first?”

“Better not,” Nicole said. “I think it would be even better if we put back on the bondage gear you had on yesterday. This way, you can give them an example of what you sometimes do. They don’t need to know it was your first time yesterday.”

“If you think this will help me, okay,” I responded.

Nicole stood up and went upstairs for a moment. She quickly returned with my ‘bondage gear,’ as she had called it.

The chains were still attached to the cuffs and collar, so putting it back on my body didn’t take long. Nicole used the little padlocks to lock everything in place.

“Perfect,” she said. “And with your hair in disorder, it almost looks like someone abused you.”

She then went behind the curtain at the other corner of the room and returned with a little hand camera.

“Patrick, she’s ready,” she shouted.

Patrick and John came down to the cellar, and they had large paper sheets with them.

“We have written down the things you have to say,” she told me. “Go over them quickly, and then we will record you.”

I quickly read it, and I thought it sounded rather formal. The only thing that would make this an extraordinary video request was me because I would be doing it naked and in chains.

Patrick and John stood next to Nicole to make it easy for me. This way, I could read the text on the vast papers they were holding.

“And start,” Nicole said.

“You mean action,” Patrick joked.

I had to giggle, and Nicole stopped recording.

“Guys, this is serious, okay,” Nicole said. “I have explained to you all about her condition, and we need to do this very serenely and officially. They need to see that she is honest about this.”

“I’m sorry,” Patrick said.

Nicole put the camera back on me and then lowered it again. She went away and came back with a tripod.