Chapter 11 Sunscreen

We’d gone back to our cabin, and nobody had seen me.

I was still not allowed to put anything on, and that turned me on completely. My skin felt hypersensitive, every breeze from the open balcony door making me shiver. I was acutely aware of my nakedness, of how exposed I was, of the wetness still clinging between my thighs from our swim.

Jule lay down on the balcony in a sun lounger, and I had to serve her.

First I had to bring her something to drink. “Lena, get me some water. With ice,” she said casually, not even looking at me as she adjusted her bikini top.

I walked to the kitchen, feeling her eyes on my bare ass as I went. When I returned with the glass, condensation already beading on the outside, she took it without thanking me and took a long sip.

“Now fix the parasol. The sun is in my eyes.”

I moved to adjust it, having to lean over her to reach the mechanism. My breasts hung just inches from her face, and I felt my nipples harden even more. She could reach out and touch them if she wanted. The thought made my stomach flutter.

“A little more to the left. No, the other way. There, perfect.”

She commanded me, and I obeyed. Each instruction, each little task, made me sink deeper into this feeling. I was so turned on by this dynamic, by her control over me.

I was so completely in my submissive role and totally enjoyed being inferior to her. It was like something had unlocked inside me, something I didn’t even know was there. Every time she told me to do something, every time I followed her instructions, I felt this rush of pleasure mixed with humiliation mixed with pure desire.

By the way, we were somewhat away from the beach and you couldn’t see that clearly, but I was still naked, and now lots of people were walking past on the beach and some looked over too. The balcony wasn’t that high up, maybe three meters above the beach path. Anyone who looked carefully could see me.

I wasn’t sure if they could see that I was naked, at least they could see my breasts. When I leaned over to adjust the parasol, when I stood at the railing for a moment, I knew my upper body was visible. The thought made me both terrified and incredibly aroused. What if someone had binoculars? What if someone was taking pictures?

“Lena, stop standing there like a statue. Come here.”

I moved closer to her lounger.

After I’d done that, she wanted something quite extraordinary. I was supposed to put sunscreen on her because the sun was shining so much, because of the UV index, she said. Jule had put on her huge sunglasses, the kind that covered half her face, making it impossible for me to read her expression.

“Lena, put sunscreen on me! I don’t want a sunburn!” she said, her voice casual but with an undertone of command.

I’d done this before, where we put sunscreen on each other’s backs, but that had been a long time ago and we weren’t like this then. That had been normal friend stuff, on crowded beaches, both of us in swimsuits, laughing and splashing each other. This was completely different. This was charged with electricity.

So I got the sunscreen and began to apply it to her. My hands were shaking slightly as I picked up the bottle. She was lying on her stomach when I came back, and she commanded me to do her back first.

“Start with my shoulders,” she said. “And don’t rush. Do it properly.”

I squeezed some of the white cream into my palm and rubbed my hands together to warm it. Then I placed my hands on her shoulders.

What could I say, it felt so amazing. Her soft skin, warm from the sun, smooth under my fingers. The sun oil made my hands glide over her, and I could feel every muscle, every curve of her body. Her curves and me naked and totally enjoying this, but I also didn’t know how far I was allowed to go.

I worked slowly, massaging the sunscreen into her shoulders, down her shoulder blades. She made a small sound of satisfaction.

“Mmm, that feels good. Keep going.”

I moved lower, to the middle of her back. My thumbs pressed along her spine, rubbing circles. I was hyperaware of every point of contact, of the warmth of her skin, of how intimate this felt. And I was completely naked while doing it, standing there in the bright sunlight, exposed to anyone who might look.

“Lower,” she said. “Get my lower back.”

I worked my way down, and now I was getting close to the waistband of her bikini bottoms. I could see the curve where her back became her ass, and my mouth went dry.

“Also my butt, Lena!” she said suddenly. “You better make sure I don’t get a sunburn!”

My heart pounded. “Your… your butt?”

“Yes, Lena. My ass. Put sunscreen on it. Now.”

Now I was really careful, but it was also so erotic! Touching her there. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, barely covered by her bikini bottoms. I squeezed more sunscreen into my palm and hesitated for just a moment before placing my hands on her.

The feeling was incredible. The soft flesh, the warmth, the way my hands cupped her cheeks as I rubbed the cream in. I tried to be clinical about it, tried to just do the task, but I couldn’t help but feel aroused by this. By touching my best friend’s ass while I was completely naked.

But I was also careful not to touch her in places I wasn’t allowed to touch. I kept my hands on the safe areas, on the parts exposed by her bikini, not letting my fingers slip under the fabric, even though part of me desperately wanted to.

“Make sure you get all of it,” she said. “I burn easily there.”

I massaged the cream into every inch of exposed skin, my fingers working thoroughly. Once, my finger slipped slightly under the edge of her bikini bottom, just for a second, and she shifted slightly but didn’t say anything.

After I’d put sunscreen on her legs, working from her thighs down to her ankles, taking my time, she suddenly turned over and said:

“Keep going!”

I swallowed hard, because now it was going to be much harder for me. She was lying on her back now, her bikini top doing very little to cover her breasts, her flat stomach exposed, her legs slightly parted.

“Well?” she said. “Don’t just stand there staring.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, and squeezed more sunscreen into my palm.

I started with her arms, then her collarbone, then slowly worked my way down to her stomach. My hands glided over her skin, and I was getting really close to her crotch and around her breasts.

When I rubbed sunscreen into her stomach, my hands came within inches of her bikini bottoms. I could see the slight curve of her mound beneath the fabric. And when I did her chest, working carefully around her breasts, I could see her nipples hardening beneath her bikini top.

“Don’t miss any spots,” she said softly, watching me from behind her sunglasses.

I worked on her thighs now, and this was the hardest part. She’d spread her legs a bit wider, and I was kneeling between them as I rubbed sunscreen into her inner thighs. I got so close to her center that I could almost feel the heat radiating from her.

I felt really bad that I was so aroused. She was my best friend after all, but I was afraid she could see how turned on I was and how full and excited my little pussy was. I could feel how swollen I was, how wet, how my lips were probably glistening in the sunlight.

I could definitely smell myself, my arousal, that musky sweet scent that I knew was unmistakable. And I was sure she could too. We were on an open balcony, but I could still smell it, and if I could, she definitely could.

My fingers were really trembling a bit as I finished her legs.

“Good girl,” she said, and those words shot straight to my core. “And now you, Lena! My little slave shouldn’t get a sunburn!”

She called me her little slave, my god, that was so hot! That was exactly what I wanted to hear! The word echoed in my mind. Slave. Her slave. I felt myself get even wetter.

I was supposed to sit on the lounger opposite and put sunscreen on myself.

“But do it nice and slow!” she added, adjusting her sunglasses and clearly settling in to watch.

This was really hard! Touching myself and feeling myself while she watched. I sat down on the lounger facing her, my legs together at first, and squeezed sunscreen into my palm.

She watched me, and it was so weird that I was completely naked and rubbing cream all over myself. I started with my arms, then my neck and shoulders. Then I moved to my breasts.

My hands cupped my own breasts as I rubbed the cream in, and I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. My nipples were so hard, so sensitive, and touching them sent sparks of pleasure through me.

“That’s it,” Jule said, her voice low. “Make sure you get them covered. All of them.”

I massaged my breasts slowly, my fingers circling my nipples, pinching them slightly. It felt so good, and so wrong to be doing this in front of her.

I moved down to my stomach, my hips, my thighs. And then she gave me the instruction I’d been both dreading and hoping for.

“Between your legs too! More cream needs to go there!”

She looked right between my legs as I did it, and I slowly spread my thighs, exposing myself completely to her gaze. I could feel how wet I was, could feel my arousal literally dripping from me.

I put more sunscreen on my hand and reached between my legs. The moment my fingers touched my pussy, I gasped. I was so sensitive, so aroused, that even this light touch felt incredible.

And I stroked myself there, running my fingers along my lips, rubbing the cream into my inner thighs, my mound, everywhere. My fingers slipped between my folds almost accidentally, and I let out a small moan.

Like this morning! Like when she’d watched me masturbate in our room. But she didn’t want me to finish, even though I was already moaning a little, my hips starting to rock slightly.

“Lena, give me the cream, I’ll do the rest!”

I handed her the bottle with shaking hands. She stood up and moved behind me.

“Lie on your stomach.”

I did as she said, positioning myself face-down on the lounger. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could see it.

She put sunscreen on my back, with very gentle movements. Her hands were soft but firm, massaging the cream into my shoulders, my shoulder blades, working down my spine. It turned me on completely, the feeling of her hands on my naked skin, the intimacy of this.

But since I wasn’t wearing anything, she also put sunscreen on my butt, and quite thoroughly. Her hands cupped my ass cheeks, squeezing them as she rubbed the cream in. She was much less careful than I’d been with her, much more bold.

She massaged my ass for what felt like minutes, her hands kneading the flesh, her fingers getting closer and closer to my crack. Once she touched my labia, just barely, just a brush of her fingertips against my wetness, and I flinched with arousal.

“Oh god,” I moaned, unable to help myself.

I pushed my crotch toward her, arching my back, lifting my hips, offering myself to her. I was so desperate, so needy. But she just said:

“Don’t get greedy! You haven’t earned it!”

Then she stopped, just like that, and moved away. I was lying there, my ass in the air, my pussy throbbing with need, totally disappointed, but still completely aroused.

I heard her settle back onto her own lounger.

Chapter 12 Spanking

We sunbathed for a while, and it was really nice. Lying in the sun like this, relaxing and just doing nothing. It was really beautiful, even though I was still naked. I almost forgot that sometimes, and I almost felt sorry when I was no longer aware of it.

The warmth seeped into my skin, and I felt drowsy and content. The sound of the waves was soothing, and occasionally I heard voices from the beach below, people walking past, children laughing. I wondered if any of them had looked up and seen me there, completely bare on the balcony.

From time to time I had to get Jule something or do something for her. A drink, sometimes I had to put more sunscreen on her.

“Lena, I’m thirsty. Get me some lemonade.”

I got up from my lounger and went inside to pour her a glass. When I brought it back, she took it without looking at me, just held out her hand expectantly.

“Thanks,” she said absently, scrolling through her phone.

A bit later: “Lena, my shoulders are getting hot. More sunscreen.”

I applied it carefully, massaging it into her warm skin, my hands remembering the contours of her body from earlier.

“That’s enough.”

I returned to my lounger.

Then a mishap happened to me. I spilled her drink. Only a little bit, because I was simultaneously balancing a tray with a few bruschetta that she had ordered from me.

I’d gone inside to make them for her, slicing the bread, rubbing it with garlic, adding the tomatoes and basil. I was proud of how they looked. But as I was setting the tray down on the small table next to her lounger, my hand bumped her glass.

Only a little bit of water sloshed onto her leg.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” I said immediately.

But Jule said:

“You’re such a clumsy thing! You’re so awkward! This must be punished!”

I flinched at first, startled. Why was she suddenly so angry? She scolded quite a bit, her voice sharp and cutting, and I tried to apologize, but she didn’t want to hear any of it.

“I’m really sorry, Jule, I didn’t mean—”

“I don’t care what you meant! You’re careless and clumsy and you need to learn!”

She jumped up and grabbed me by the arm. Her fingers dug into my flesh, and there was real force behind her grip.

“You’ve earned a thrashing for your disrespectful behavior!”

She pulled me to the railing and bent me over it. My upper body hung over the edge, and I looked out at the sea. On the beach some people were walking past and looking up at us.

Oh god, they could see me. They could see me bent over naked like this. My face burned with humiliation.

“You bad, bad girl!” Jule called out, and before I knew it, she struck me with her flat hand full on my butt.

It stung quite a bit. More than I thought it would! The sound of the slap echoed, and I gasped.

“Count and say thank you!” she yelled.

“One… thank you,” I whimpered.

SMACK! Her hand came down again on the other cheek.

“Two… thank you.”

SMACK!

“Three… thank you.”

So I did that then. I counted each strike, thanking her after each one, my voice getting shakier and more desperate with each number.

It was so humiliating. How I was hanging there naked over the railing. The people were relatively far away, but they could see me, and then there was Jule, who kept hitting my butt again and again.

SMACK! “Four… thank you.”

SMACK! “Five… thank you.”

But in between, she also paused sometimes, and then she stroked so gently over it. Well, gentle didn’t feel quite right, it was already burning quite a bit, but her fingers were so soft and delicate. It was just such a contrast, and that turned me on somehow. How I was at her mercy.

After the sixth strike, she ran her palm over my heated skin, and I shivered despite the pain. Her touch lingered, almost tender, tracing the curve of my ass cheek.

“Look at how red you are,” she murmured. “You mark so beautifully.”

Then SMACK! The seventh strike came without warning.

“Seven… thank you,” I gasped.

I pleaded and begged and implored, but I also had to confess that all of this turned me on, and I’d been so hot all day.

“Please, Jule, please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again…”

But even as I said it, I knew I didn’t want her to stop. My body was betraying me, responding to this treatment in ways I never expected.

My little pussy puffed up properly, became wet and swollen, and it frightened me a bit that Jule noticed and told me too.

“Oh my god, Lena,” she said, pausing mid-strike. “You’re fucking dripping. Look at you!”

I felt her fingers between my thighs, not touching me intimately yet, just feeling the wetness that was coating my inner thighs.

She made fun of it, how this aroused me and how this made me horny.

“You’re such a little slut,” she laughed. “Getting wet from being spanked. What would people think if they knew?”

SMACK! The eighth strike landed right on the curve where my ass met my thigh, and I cried out.

“Eight… thank you!”

“That’s right. Thank me for punishing you, you dirty girl.”

And then I felt her fingers at my pussy. First slow and careful, just a light touch, barely grazing my lips. But when she noticed that this totally turned me on, she got more courage and stroked over it more deliberately.

God, my best friend was touching me down there, and I was totally aroused.

Her fingers explored me, sliding through my wetness, circling my entrance without entering, brushing against my clit and making me jerk.

“How dare you get aroused by this. You really are a little slut!” she called out. I just hoped that nobody down on the beach spoke German and was listening to us.

But she fingered me with her beautiful, long and totally skilled fingers. Two of them slid inside me now, and I moaned loudly. She curled them, finding that spot inside me that made me see stars.

“You’re so tight,” she whispered. “So wet and tight.”

This abuse totally turned me on, all the nasty things she said about me. Was that somehow sick?

“You like this, don’t you? Being called names while I fuck you with my fingers.”

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice breaking.

“Say it louder.”

“Yes! I like it!”

“What do you like, Lena? Tell me exactly.”

“I like… I like being called names while you… while you fuck me with your fingers.”

At the same time, however, it also turned me on more and more. Her thumb found my clit while her fingers continued to work inside me, and the dual stimulation was almost too much.

Finally I started to pant and beg. To beg that I might come, that she’d make me come.

“Please, Jule, please let me come, I need it so badly, please…”

She continued to make fun of me, but her fingers were so skilled, and I wondered if she always touched herself like this, how she was doing it to me right now.

“You want to come? Here? Where anyone could see you?”

“Yes, please!”

“Beg better than that.”

“Please, Jule, please, I’m begging you, I need to come so badly, please let me come, I’ll do anything, please…”

Her fingers moved faster, harder, and I was bent over the railing, my body on full display to anyone who might look up from the beach.

I couldn’t help it and felt guilty about it, but I also found it totally hot.

I knew this was my best friend, that we were crossing lines we could never uncross, but in that moment I didn’t care. I needed this. I needed her.

Finally I begged if I might come, and she finally allowed me.

“Come for me, Lena. Come right now.”

And I did. I came so really intensely, on the balcony, not far from the beach, from the fingers of my best friend.

The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, making my whole body shake. I cried out, unable to stop myself, my voice carrying across to the beach. My pussy clenched around her fingers, pulsing again and again as pleasure flooded through me.

I panted, and she asked if everything was okay.

Her fingers slowed but didn’t leave me, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.

“Can you hold me?” I asked very small, my voice trembling with emotion.

She withdrew her fingers and immediately embraced me. It felt so great, how she held me, even though I was completely naked and emotionally helpless. She stroked my head and I could have cried, it was so beautiful with her in that moment.

I was shaking slightly, my legs weak, and she supported my weight easily. Her arms were strong around me, and I buried my face in her shoulder.

She asked me if everything was okay, if she had been too hard, looking into my eyes. Her eyes were very close and beautiful.

Brown with flecks of gold, searching my face with genuine concern. I could see that despite everything she had just done, despite how rough she had been, she cared about me deeply.

I shook my head and said: Everything is beautiful! Thank you, thank you so much!

“You’re sure?” she asked softly, cupping my face in her hands. “I didn’t hurt you too much?”

“No,” I whispered. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

She smiled and kissed my forehead gently, such a tender gesture after everything that had just happened. We stood there for a long moment, holding each other in the afternoon sun, and I’d never felt closer to anyone in my life.

Chapter 13 Service

Jule said: “Now I’ve brought you to climax!”

I said: “And you did it so well! That was really intense! Thank you so, so much!”

My voice was still shaky, my body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, what she had just done to me, how good it had felt.

“Do you think you could return the favor?” Jule asked quite innocently.

Her tone was casual, but I could hear something else underneath it. Anticipation. Desire.

“Should I… make you come?”

“But only if you want to!”

I had to swallow a little. I really didn’t have that much experience with this kind of thing, and then with my best friend. But of course I also wanted her to have fun, and I was basically her naked vacation slave for the trip.

The thought sent another shiver through me. Her naked vacation slave. Was that what I was now?

“I would very much like to please you!” I said, even though it sounded strange coming out of my mouth.

She laughed, a delighted sound.

“But I don’t want you to see me while you do it! You simply don’t deserve it, my little naked mouse!”

She tied a cloth around my head so I couldn’t see anything anymore.

It felt strange, because I was really completely naked and helpless, and I couldn’t see anything. The world went dark, and suddenly every other sense felt heightened. I could hear the waves more clearly, feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, smell the salt air mixed with our sunscreen and arousal.

She took my hand gently. I heard her settling onto her lounger and pulling me down toward her.

My knees touched the deck of the balcony, and I was kneeling beside her chair now, blind and naked and waiting.

I reached out tentatively and found her leg. I stroked her thigh. I’d touched her thousands of times before, but never like this, with the intention of caressing her, of pleasuring her!

Her skin was warm and smooth under my fingertips. I could feel the slight stickiness of sunscreen, the fine hairs on her legs, the firmness of her muscles.

I couldn’t see anything, but I listened to everything and my fingertips felt her movements and reactions to my touches.

When I stroked higher on her thigh, she shifted slightly. When I let my fingers trail along her inner thigh, I heard her breath catch.

Slowly I came closer to her crotch, and my heart was racing. I wanted to make it really beautiful for her. I wanted to give her back something of what she had given me.

My fingers encountered the fabric of her bikini. I ran along the edge first, feeling where the elastic met her skin, and then dared to slide under the fabric with my fingers.

It really felt beautiful, and I noticed how she tensed her muscles because she felt it too.

“That’s nice,” she breathed above me.

I felt her sweet pussy with my fingers and suddenly there was this total wetness on my fingers, a little thick and full of desire.

She was so wet already. The knowledge made my own arousal spike again. I had made her this wet. Me.

My fingers explored cautiously, sliding through her folds, learning the shape of her. She felt different from me, I realized. Her lips were fuller, her clit slightly larger.

She lifted her hips, and I understood that she wanted me to take off her bikini bottom. Of course I did. Slowly and sensually.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled it down. She lifted her hips higher to help me, and I slid the wet fabric down her thighs, over her knees, off her feet.

I smelled her arousal over the salty seawater in the air.

It was intoxicating. Musky and sweet at the same time. I breathed it in deeply.

My fingers explored her pussy and her vulva, her labia. Everything was wet and hot under my touch. I found her clitoris, that hard little bud, and when I brushed over it she gasped, and she spread her legs for me.

“Yes, Lena, just like that.”

I heard how she breathed heavily and reacted to my touches.

Every time I circled her clit, her breathing got faster. When I slid lower, closer to her entrance, she moaned softly.

She was wet, and I knew she was happy.

So I played with her sweet sanctuary for a while.

I experimented, learning what she liked. When I pressed more firmly on her clit, she moaned louder. When I teased her entrance with just my fingertip, she squirmed.

She began to moan, and the sound went straight between my legs.

I was so glad she was satisfied. I smelled her, and it smelled so great, but now I’d become curious and wanted more. I wanted to know how she tasted.

Slowly I bent down toward her and kissed her thighs. They tasted a little like sunscreen and a lot like her warm skin.

Then her hand was on my head and she played with my hair and gently pushed me into her crotch. But it was only one hand, only her left hand. But I didn’t care.

I smelled her, and it was really wonderful and intense now, even though I had to gather a bit of courage. But then I licked her once very quickly.

She tasted totally good, it was incredibly beautiful!

Tangy and sweet and completely her. I licked again, more slowly this time, running my tongue along her slit from bottom to top.

My lips and my tongue played with her pussy, and she said:

“That’s so beautiful! Please keep going!”

“Like this?” I murmured against her, then licked her clit directly.

“Yes! Oh god, yes!”

I licked her more and more, finding a rhythm. I flattened my tongue and licked broadly, then pointed it and focused on her clit, then explored her entrance, tasting how wet she was.

Her moaning increased, her hand tightening in my hair. Her hips started to move, rocking against my face.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m close…”

I kept going, my tongue working faster, my lips sucking gently on her clit. Her thighs started to tremble on either side of my head.

And finally she came.

Her whole body went rigid, her back arching off the lounger. She cried out, loud enough that I was sure people on the beach could hear. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue, and I felt the rush of wetness as her orgasm washed over her.

It was so wonderful to experience her like this.

I kept licking gently, drawing it out, until she pushed my head away, too sensitive to continue.

Finally my head lay in her lap, I could have just lain there forever.

Her left hand played with my hair as she recovered. I heard her breathing slowly return to normal, felt her heartbeat where my cheek rested against her thigh.

“You did well! You’re really talented! And your tongue! Wow!”

I felt really great that she praised me like that. Pride swelled in my chest.

“Thank you! I enjoyed doing it!”

And I had. I really had. The taste of her, the sounds she had made, the way her body had responded to me—it had all been incredible.

“Do you want to know how good you were, Lena?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’ll show you!”

She gently pulled the blindfold from my face, and my eyes had to adjust a bit first. The sunlight was bright, making me squint.

Jule showed me her phone.

She had recorded everything, filmed me while I was pleasuring her.

My stomach dropped. “You… you filmed it?”

“Of course! Look how beautiful you are.”

I could lie down next to her on the lounger and we both watched together how I had done it to her.

She made space for me, pulling me close so I was nestled against her side, both of us still naked, her arm around my shoulders.

Very quietly and without making stupid comments.

We just lay in each other’s arms and stroked each other and watched—my head between her thighs and her moaning, her panting, her pleasure and sometimes the smacking sound of my tongue on her wet pussy.

On the screen, I could see myself kneeling there blindfolded, my face buried between her legs. I could see how my tongue moved, how my lips worked, how eagerly I pleasured her. I could see her hand in my hair, see her other hand—her right hand—gripping the edge of the lounger as she got closer to climax.

And the sounds. Her moans, my soft whimpers of pleasure at tasting her, the wet sounds of my tongue on her pussy.

Oh my god, I’d never seen anything more arousing!

My hand drifted between my legs almost unconsciously as I watched. Jule noticed and smiled, but said nothing, just held me closer as we watched the video together.

When it reached the moment of her orgasm, when I saw and heard her coming apart from my touch, I felt my own arousal spike impossibly higher.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she whispered in my ear. “We’re so beautiful together.”

Chapter 14 Plot Twist

The next day Jule was out. She’d gone shopping. I was allowed to wear a long shirt, but nothing more. I was tidying up a bit in our little vacation cabin and just felt beautiful and relaxed.

The shirt was one of hers, oversized and soft, reaching to mid-thigh. Every time I moved, I was acutely aware that I was wearing nothing underneath. No panties, no bra. Just this thin layer of fabric between me and complete nakedness.

Jule had threatened me that she wanted to punish me if I didn’t clean up well enough, and I found that somehow totally arousing. On one hand I wanted to please her, on the other hand I liked the fear of being punished. I didn’t like the pain, but the helplessness and the feeling of being inferior to her.

It was confusing, these feelings. But they were undeniably there, making my stomach flutter as I worked.

I was just wiping the floor when Nele came in. I couldn’t find a mop, so I was wiping the floor by hand with an old cloth.

I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing at a sticky spot near the kitchen counter when I heard the door open.

“Nice that you’re cleaning up, Lena!” she said.

I startled a little and turned around. I became aware that I was only wearing the shirt and nothing underneath, and because she was standing behind me, I wondered if she’d seen that I wasn’t wearing anything.

Oh god. When I’d turned, did the shirt ride up? Could she see?

I wanted to get up, but she indicated that I didn’t need to move and everything was okay. She said I should keep wiping.

I found that a bit weird, but then I did it.

I returned to scrubbing the floor, very conscious now of her presence behind me. I kept my knees together, trying to be careful.

She positioned herself very close in front of me and looked down at me while I wiped the floor.

“Do you like it?” Nele asked.

“What do you mean? Wiping?”

“I mean all of this!”

“What?” I was confused. She looked at me, down at me, and I had to stretch my neck to look up at her.

It was also a bit strange that I was looking at her crotch like this. She was wearing shorts that emphasized her slender legs and a tank top that really showed off her well-formed stomach beautifully. She looked really sexy.

I blinked. When had Nele gotten so… attractive? I’d never really noticed before.

“Well, what you’re doing here. You and Jule.”

“I don’t understand.”

She smiled: “You don’t have to play dumb. I’m not completely stupid!”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” I apologized. “I just don’t understand what you mean!”

“I’ve been watching you since the beginning of our trip!”

Oh my God, I thought! What had she noticed? This was so embarrassing! Nele was Jule’s little sister, we’d looked after her when she was still small. We’d played family with her, as if she were our baby. She was 18 now and an adult, but I’d still never perceived her like this. As if she were a sexual being. And that she had somehow discovered our secret, that was really embarrassing. After all, I was a few years older than her and still saw myself as someone who was like a role model for her. And now she saw what I was really like.

But I had to find out what she’d noticed.

“What exactly?” I asked.

“Enough!” she said. “Believe me, I’ve seen enough!”

“Oh!”

“Enough at least to see what you’re into!”

“Into what?” I asked, trying to be very naive.

“You’re into being on the floor. Like right now.”

I didn’t know what to answer to that. I couldn’t admit that.

“You also like to show yourself!”

What should I say to that? I couldn’t very well admit that.

But it also turned me on completely that she was talking to me like this.

I simply remained silent, and with that I admitted that she was right, without saying it.

“Sit up properly when I’m talking to you!”

She was even commanding me now. Nele, Jule’s little sister!

What should I do? I couldn’t obey her!

But I wanted to.

“Come on!” she encouraged me.

What was happening here?

I was totally agitated. This felt somehow so wrong, but also so right on the other hand.

She stood there above me, and I couldn’t resist her.

It was so embarrassing, but it was also so arousing.

Finally I sat up, as she’d demanded. I sat there very obediently, only in my shirt on the floor in front of her, on my knees. Like a servant or a slave.

In her eyes I saw her triumph.

“Nice that you obey!” she said.

I found this incredibly arousing, but it also felt wrong.

“And now upright! Arch your back, push out your chest.”

I obeyed again.

My breasts pushed against the fabric of the shirt, my nipples hard and visible through the thin material.

“Spread your legs a bit.”

With her foot she pushed my knees a little apart, and I obeyed. I really felt like I was in a daze, how turned on all of this made me. It was just crazy how much I needed all of this!

The shirt rode up slightly as my knees separated. I could feel air on my inner thighs.

“Further!”

I obeyed, and spread my knees, sitting there and feeling exposed.

Oh god. The shirt was definitely not covering me properly now. She could probably see everything.

“Hands behind your head!”

God, all these commands from Jule’s little sister!

Now I really felt like a little slave.

I raised my arms, lacing my fingers behind my head. The position made my breasts thrust forward, made me even more vulnerable.

She walked slowly around me to look at me.

I was totally aroused, but also totally ashamed of how she was treating me.

I could feel her eyes on my body as she circled. Looking at my breasts, my exposed stomach, and—oh god—between my legs where I knew I was completely visible now.

Finally she stood in front of me again, and I had to put my head back to see her face.

She looked really great standing there in front of me. She was totally different now, no longer the little girl, but a super attractive young woman.

Somehow I was only noticing this now.

Her blonde hair caught the light from the window. Her body was toned and confident. There was a knowing smile on her lips that made my stomach clench with desire.

“Very nice! But I know you want more!” she said very coolly.

She was right, but I couldn’t admit that.

“Pull up your shirt!”

My heart was pounding. So hard that I imagined you could see it through the shirt. Of course that was nonsense, but still! I felt it so much!

With trembling fingers I grabbed the shirt and slowly pulled it up.

I held the fabric under my breasts.

She looked at me for a while, then said: “Higher!”

Should I really show her my breasts?

As if she could read my thoughts, she said:

“Do it! Take it all off!”

I obeyed. I just wanted to show myself to her, even though I was totally ashamed!

And as I slowly pulled it over my head, I suddenly realized that I was completely naked down below and sitting with spread knees in front of her and she saw me completely. All my nakedness.

I felt so vulnerable, so exposed.

She took the shirt from my hand and finally pulled it over my head and threw it casually into the corner.

Now I was completely naked and helpless. I put my hands in my lap, but Nele barked at me:

“Hands away!”

Of course I obeyed the much younger girl. I just had to, I was so aroused, so wet, everything in me was excited.

I moved my hands back behind my head, exposing myself completely to her gaze. I could feel wetness between my legs, knew she could probably see how turned on I was.

But the power had totally shifted between us.

She was in control now. And I was just a naked, obedient thing on the floor in front of her.

Chapter 15 Bringing in the groceries

“What’s going on here?”

I startled as Jule suddenly stood in the doorway.

We both looked around at her.

“I’m playing something with Lena, your bitch!” Nele said.

“Oh really?”

Jule came inside and looked at us.

I really didn’t know what was going to happen now.

The two sisters looked at each other.

Was there going to be trouble now?

My heart skipped a little, but Jule didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

“Did the little one finally give herself away? That couldn’t go well for long!”

“Well, it wasn’t so hard to figure out! Lena is really totally into it!”

The two of them just chatted about me and my perversions while I knelt naked in front of them.

We had once been three friends. Jule and I, who had looked after the little sister. Now I was kneeling naked at their feet, and they were looking down at me.

And that even turned me on!

“She has interesting kinks,” Nele said with a grin.

“Interesting fits! Already a bit weird!”

I would have liked to justify myself, but I also felt that I wasn’t allowed to. That I wasn’t allowed to speak without their permission.

They stood there next to each other in front of me, Jule gently playing with my hair, as if I were something like her lap dog, like a pet.

The two of them looked so beautiful standing there in their clothes, Nele very sporty, Jule casual but elegant. And me completely helpless and exposed. That was really crazy.

They talked about me, and I endured it, it even turned me on.

“She has a beautiful body!” Nele said.

“I think so too, wonderful! So womanly!”

Did she think I had a few pounds too many? Jule would never say something like that, I was probably imagining it, but for a moment I imagined them ordering me to stand up and do some exercises. To hop, to do push-ups or jumping jacks. That my breasts would somehow swing back and forth and I would start to sweat. I didn’t find myself so attractive when I exercised. But somehow it would feel right if they demanded that of me.

But they didn’t do that.

Instead, Jule ordered me to bring in the groceries.

“They’re in the car! Would you like to bring them in?” she asked quite innocently.

It had to be said that there was a street in front of the house where cars sometimes drove along.

Not so often, but still. It wasn’t like we were completely undisturbed. And if someone saw me there, that would be really crazy.

“Of course!” I said quite submissively and was almost a little sad that I had to get up and the situation was coming to an end.

I stood up, and both sisters looked at my body. I saw how both of their gazes landed on my breasts and wandered down to my crotch. And I wondered if they could see what was going on inside me, how I—

But still it got crazy, because she hadn’t parked the car quite close to the house in the driveway, but already on the street.

I tiptoed carefully over the gravel. Nobody was to be seen, but I couldn’t be sure either.

I went to the trunk and took out the bags.

Then suddenly a car came by. I didn’t hear it at first because it was so quiet and drove slowly. It was also an electric car, I thought, I didn’t know much about that.

In any case, I dropped straight to the ground and crawled around the car so that I wouldn’t be seen.

I heard the car stop, and when I looked around the corner, I saw an old man staring at me.

Now he saw nothing, but I was sure he had seen my naked body. My heart was pounding really strongly. Obviously the man was somehow angry and furious that I was walking around so naked and spoiling the landscape.

I ducked behind the Tesla again and eventually he slowly drove away.

What might the man have thought when he saw me completely naked and exposed? I hoped he wouldn’t call the police or something like that!

I took the groceries out of the car and carried them inside.

I was glad to be back inside with Jule and Nele.

They had watched me from the window and seen everything and were laughing.

“Well, you little naked mouse!” Jule laughed. “Were you almost caught?”

They didn’t really laugh at me, but they felt what I needed, and they gave it to me.

They made me so tiny, while I just stood in front of them, not a piece of fabric on my body, completely aroused, while they stared at me with their beautiful, completely natural dominance over me.

The intensity of the moment settled over me like a warm blanket. I stood there, completely vulnerable, my skin still tingling from the rush of adrenaline from my naked run to the car. The cool air of the cabin felt sharp against my heated skin, and I was acutely aware of every inch of my exposed body.

Jule and Nele exchanged a glance, something passing between them that I couldn’t quite read. There was an understanding there, a shared knowledge that made my stomach flutter with anticipation and nervousness.

“You were very brave, Lena,” Jule said softly, stepping closer to me. Her fingers traced along my shoulder, and I shivered at the touch. “Going out there like that, completely naked. What if that man had gotten out of his car? What if he’d taken a picture?”

The thought sent a rush of heat through me, shame and arousal mixing in a way that left me breathless.

“She liked it,” Nele observed, her eyes sharp as they traveled over my body. “Look at her. She’s practically trembling.”

“I know she did,” Jule said, her voice taking on that commanding tone that made me melt. “Our little Lena loves being exposed, don’t you?”

I nodded, unable to speak, my throat tight with emotion.

“Say it,” Nele demanded, moving to stand beside her sister. The two of them formed a wall of clothed confidence in front of my nakedness.

“I… I loved it,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I loved being naked outside. I loved the risk of being caught.”

“Good girl,” Jule murmured, and those two words sent a rush of pleasure through me that was almost physical.

They continued to look at me, their eyes exploring every curve, every inch of exposed skin, and I felt myself growing smaller and smaller under their gaze. Not in a bad way—in exactly the way I needed. They were making me into what I wanted to be: their plaything, their pet, their obedient little naked girl.

Chapter 16: Serving Two

I was completely overwhelmed by the realization that there were now two sisters dominating me, and I had to be naked in front of both of them.

It changed everything. Made it more intense somehow. More real.

“Put the groceries away,” Jule instructed, settling back into her chair with an amused smile.

“And then make us drinks,” Nele added. “Something cold. With ice.”

“Yes,” I whispered, acutely aware of how exposed I was as I walked back inside, carrying the shopping bags.

The kitchen felt impossibly bright, sunlight streaming through the windows as I unpacked everything. Vegetables in the crisper. Bread on the counter. Wine in the fridge. My hands trembled slightly as I worked, hyperconscious of my nakedness, of the two sisters just outside on the balcony, watching the sea, waiting for me to serve them.

I found glasses, ice, some juice and sparkling water. Made two tall drinks with lemon slices the way I’d seen Jule like them. Carried them outside on a small tray, my bare feet padding across the warm tiles.

“Perfect,” Jule said, taking hers without really looking at me.

“Mmm, thank you,” Nele added, her eyes traveling deliberately up and down my body as she accepted her glass. “Good girl.”

The praise sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the temperature.

They turned their attention back to each other, chatting about their family, about friends, about nothing in particular. And I just stood there for a moment, uncertain, until Jule waved her hand dismissively.

“You can sit. On the floor, by my feet.”

I sank down gratefully, sitting cross-legged on the warm tiles of the balcony, the sun heating my bare skin. From this angle, I could see the ocean stretching out endlessly, could hear the distant sound of waves. And above me, the two sisters talked and laughed, occasionally reaching down to stroke my hair absently, as if I were a pet.

It should have been humiliating.

It was humiliating.

And I loved every second of it.

After a while, Nele stood and stretched, her lithe body silhouetted against the bright sky. “We should put on sunscreen. It’s getting really hot.”

“Good idea,” Jule agreed. “You,” she looked down at me, “go get the sunscreen from the bathroom.”

I scrambled up immediately. “Yes, of course.”

When I returned with the bottle, Nele was already taking off her shirt, revealing a simple black bikini top underneath. Jule did the same, stripping down to her swimsuit.

“Come here,” Nele commanded. “Do me first.”

My heart hammered as I approached her. She turned her back to me, and I squeezed some of the cool lotion into my palm, then began spreading it across her shoulders.

Her skin was smooth and warm from the sun. Softer than I’d expected. I worked the sunscreen in carefully, across her shoulder blades, down her spine, feeling the lean muscles beneath. She had an incredible body – toned and fit in a way that made me feel soft and inadequate by comparison.

“Don’t be shy,” she said. “Get everywhere. I don’t want to burn.”

I swallowed hard and continued, my hands sliding down to the small of her back, to her sides, feeling the curve of her waist. When I reached the waistband of her shorts, I hesitated.

“Keep going,” she ordered.

So I did, pushing my hands beneath the fabric slightly, spreading sunscreen across the top of her hips. My face was burning. This felt impossibly intimate, touching Jule’s little sister like this.

“Untie my top,” she said casually.

“What?”

“My bikini top. Untie it so you can do my whole back properly.”

With shaking fingers, I pulled the strings, and the top fell loose. She caught it, holding it against her chest, but her entire back was now bare to me.

I resumed my work, trying to be thorough, trying not to think about how arousing this was.

“Now the front,” she said, turning to face me.

She let the bikini top fall away completely, standing there topless, utterly unselfconscious. Her breasts were perfect – smaller than mine but firmer, with dark pink nipples that tightened slightly in the breeze.

“Well?” she raised an eyebrow. “I’m waiting.”

I squeezed more lotion into my palm, my hands trembling noticeably now, and began spreading it across her collarbones, down over her chest. When I reached her breasts, I tried to be clinical about it, but she laughed.

“You can touch them properly. They won’t bite.”

I felt my face burning even hotter as I cupped her breasts, working the sunscreen across them, feeling her nipples harden against my palms. She was watching me the whole time with an amused, knowing smile.

“Good girl,” she murmured. “Very thorough.”

When I finished with Nele, Jule beckoned me over. “My turn.”

I repeated the process with Jule, though it felt different somehow. Less strange, maybe because I’d already been intimate with her. Her skin was familiar under my hands now, and she made soft pleased sounds as I worked the lotion across her back and shoulders.

But she kept her bikini top on.

“That’s enough,” she said when I’d finished her front. “Now sit down so we can do you.”

“Oh, I can do myself—”

“Sit,” Nele interrupted firmly. “We’re not letting our little pet get sunburned and whiny.”

That word – pet – sent electricity through me.

I sat on one of the deck chairs, and Nele knelt beside me with the sunscreen bottle. Unlike Jule’s gentle, careful touches, Nele was much more direct. Firmer. Her fingers dug into my skin as she spread the lotion, kneading my muscles almost roughly.

It was more like how a guy might touch me. Confident. Possessive. Taking what she wanted.

And God help me, I found it incredibly arousing.

She started with my shoulders and arms, her strong hands working down to my wrists. Then she moved to my chest, and without any hesitation at all, cupped my breasts, squeezing them as she spread the sunscreen across them.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“What was that?” Nele asked.

“Thank you,” I repeated, louder. “For taking care of me.”

“That’s better.” She smiled, clearly pleased. Her fingers circled my nipples deliberately, making them harden. “You should always thank us when we do something nice for you.”

“Yes. I’m sorry. Thank you.”

She continued down my stomach, across my hips, then down my thighs. Her touch was thorough, clinical almost, but there was something possessive about it too. Like she was claiming every inch of my body.

When she reached my inner thighs, her fingers brushed dangerously close to where I was absolutely dripping wet. I held my breath, terrified and hopeful that she might touch me there, but she moved on, finishing with my calves and feet.

“There,” she said, sitting back. “All protected. Can’t have you burning, can we?”

“No. Thank you,” I managed.

“You’re very welcome, pet.” She patted my knee patronizingly, then stood and stretched again. “Jule, I think she’s getting turned on again.”

“Is she?” Jule laughed. “Are you, sweetie? Are you all wet from Nele touching you?”

My face burned with humiliation. “I… yes.”

“Poor thing,” Nele said, though she didn’t sound sympathetic at all. “Must be so frustrating, being this horny all the time with no relief.”

“It is,” I admitted, my voice small.

The two sisters exchanged a look, some silent communication passing between them.

“Well,” Jule said slowly, “maybe if you’re very good, we’ll let you take care of that later.”

“Maybe,” Nele echoed. “If she earns it.”

I sat there between them, completely naked, completely exposed, completely at their mercy. The sun beat down on my oiled skin. The ocean breeze cooled the heat between my thighs just slightly.

And I realized with a mixture of shame and excitement that I would do absolutely anything they asked.

Anything at all.

I was theirs completely.

Chapter 17: Show and Tell

Jule stood up and stretched, looking out at the sparkling water. “I feel like going for a swim. Anyone want to come?”

“No thanks,” Nele said lazily from her chair. “I’m too comfortable here.”

Jule looked at me, and I started to stand up, but Nele’s voice stopped me.

“No, she stays here. I need her.”

The casual authority in her voice, the way she decided for me without even asking – it sent a thrill through my entire body. She was taking possession of me, claiming me, as if I had no will of my own. As if my desires didn’t matter, only what she wanted.

And God, I loved it.

This was what I’d secretly always wanted. To just serve. To please others. To do what I was told without resistance, without having to make decisions. To simply surrender control completely and exist only to obey.

But I never, ever would have imagined it would be little Nele doing this to me.

“Okay,” Jule said with an amused smile. “Have fun, you two.”

She grabbed a towel and headed down toward the beach, leaving me alone on the balcony with her younger sister.

The silence stretched out for a moment. I knelt there on the warm tiles, naked and exposed, while Nele reclined in her chair, still topless, studying me with those knowing eyes.

“You know,” she said finally, “I’m not even sure if I’m into girls.”

I blinked, surprised by the confession.

“But…” she continued, her voice thoughtful, “I’ve always had kind of a crush on you. Since I was younger. Did you know that?”

“No,” I whispered, genuinely shocked. “I had no idea.”

“I was good at hiding it.” She smiled slightly. “Jule never noticed either. But I used to watch you sometimes, when you’d come over. The way you moved, the way you laughed. I thought you were beautiful.”

My heart was pounding.

“Touch yourself,” she said suddenly.

“What?”

“You heard me. Touch yourself. Your stomach first. Slowly.”

With trembling hands, I placed my palm on my belly, feeling the warmth of my own skin, the slight tension of my muscles.

“Good,” Nele murmured. “Now your thighs. Run your fingers along your inner thighs, but don’t go too high yet.”

I obeyed, trailing my fingertips along the sensitive skin, so close to where I was aching to be touched.

“Your neck now. Stroke your throat.”

My hand moved up, fingers gliding along the column of my neck. It felt incredibly vulnerable, incredibly exposed.

“Your breasts. Cup them. Squeeze them gently.”

I cupped my breasts in my hands, feeling their weight, my nipples hard against my palms. Nele watched intently, and I noticed her own hand had moved to her stomach, touching herself lightly over her shorts.

“I think about girls sometimes,” she said, her voice slightly huskier now. “Their bodies. How different they are from guys. Softer. More complicated. More interesting.”

Her fingers traced idle patterns on her own skin as she spoke.

“Touch yourself down there,” she commanded. “Between your legs. With your fingers.”

I hesitated for just a second, then let one hand slide down, finding myself slick and swollen with need.

“How many fingers?” I whispered.

“Two. Use two fingers. Slide them along yourself, but don’t go inside yet. Just the outside. Feel how wet you are.”

I did as she instructed, my fingers gliding through my wetness, and I couldn’t hold back a small moan.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Now use your thumb on your clit. Gentle circles. Not too fast.”

I found the rhythm she described, my thumb working in slow, deliberate circles while my other fingers continued their exploration. It was simultaneously incredibly arousing and deeply humiliating – performing like this, following her instructions exactly, while she watched my every movement.

“Press a little harder,” she said. “Faster now. Small circles.”

As she gave me these detailed instructions – exactly how many fingers, exactly where, exactly how to move them – I suddenly realized something. She was describing how she touched herself. How she would want to be touched. These weren’t random commands; she was telling me her own secrets, her own desires, using my body as a proxy for her own.

The realization made everything more intense. More intimate. I wasn’t just masturbating for her entertainment – I was learning her, understanding what she liked, what she wanted.

“You know what I like about girls?” she continued, her own hand now definitely moving against herself through the fabric of her shorts. “The softness. Guys are all hard edges and rough skin. But girls…” she paused, her breathing slightly heavier, “girls are like silk. Smooth and warm. And the way they smell – not like cologne or sweat, but something sweeter. Cleaner. More delicate.”

Her words painted pictures in my mind as my fingers worked.

“Their curves,” she went on. “The way their bodies move. How their hips sway when they walk. The arch of their backs. The gentle slope from waist to hip. Everything about them is like… art. Beautiful art you want to touch.”

“Yes,” I moaned softly, my fingers moving faster now.

“And breasts,” Nele said, her voice dropping lower. “God, breasts are amazing. How soft they are, how they fill your hands. The way nipples get hard when you touch them. How sensitive they are. I think about that sometimes. What it would feel like to touch a girl’s breasts. To kiss them.”

My whole body was trembling now, so close to the edge.

“Tell me,” she commanded suddenly. “Tell me why you like women. What is it about them that makes you wet?”

I struggled to form coherent thoughts, my mind foggy with arousal, but I tried.

“They’re… beautiful,” I managed. “Not just their bodies, but the way they exist in the world. There’s this softness, this gentleness that most men don’t have. When a woman touches you, it’s like she understands your body instinctively because she has one too. She knows where you’re sensitive, where you want to be touched.”

“Keep going,” Nele urged, her own hand moving more obviously now.

“The smell,” I continued, my voice breaking slightly. “Like you said – it’s not just perfume, it’s something deeper. Something natural and sweet. When you’re close to a woman, when you breathe her in, it makes you feel safe and aroused at the same time. And their skin – God, their skin is like nothing else. So soft and smooth, warm to the touch. When you run your hands over a woman’s body, every curve, every dip, it all fits perfectly under your fingers like she was designed to be touched.”

My fingers were working faster now, my hips moving slightly against my own hand.

“The way they move,” I went on, lost in my own words now. “Everything about how a woman moves is sensual, even when she’s not trying to be. The sway of her hips, the arch of her back, the way she reaches for something and her whole body stretches. And their lips – so full and soft. Kissing a woman is completely different from kissing a man. It’s gentler but somehow more intense. More meaningful. Like she’s really paying attention to how you respond.”

“Yes,” Nele breathed. “Yes, exactly.”

“And when they’re naked,” I continued, barely aware of what I was saying anymore, “it’s like unwrapping something precious. Every piece of clothing that comes off reveals more beauty. The curve of a shoulder, the dip of a collarbone, the swell of breasts, the flat plane of a stomach, the flare of hips. It’s all perfect. All of it. And when you finally see all of her, when she’s completely bare in front of you, it takes your breath away because women are just… they’re just the most beautiful things in the world.”

“That’s…” Nele’s voice was rough now, “that’s really beautiful. The way you describe it.”

“It’s true,” I whispered. “Every word.”

“You can come,” she said suddenly. “I want to watch you come. Do it now.”

The permission, combined with her eyes fixed intently on me, was all I needed. My fingers worked frantically now, and I felt the orgasm building, building, cresting—

I came hard, my whole body tensing, a cry escaping my lips that I couldn’t contain. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me as Nele watched, her eyes wide and dark with arousal, her own hand still moving against herself.

When it finally subsided, I collapsed forward slightly, gasping, trembling all over.

“Thank you,” I whispered when I could speak again. “Thank you for… for being so generous. For letting me…”

“You earned it,” Nele said softly. “That was… that was really something.”

She stood up, adjusting her shorts, and I could see the wet spot where her hand had been. She’d been incredibly turned on watching me.

“Clean yourself up,” she said, her voice trying to regain its commanding edge but still slightly shaky. “Jule will be back soon.”

“Yes,” I said. “Thank you again.”

She smiled at me – a genuine, warm smile that made her look young again, less like a domme and more like the girl I’d known for years.

“You’re welcome, pet.”

And with that, she settled back into her chair, turning her face to the sun as if nothing had happened.

But everything had changed.

Chapter 18 An Unexpected Shower

I was completely exhausted and blissfully happy. Hormones and endorphins flooded through my body, and I felt like my pussy was glowing, pulsing with pleasure and heat.

It was such a strange mixture of happiness and humiliation. I had just done one of the most intimate things possible right in front of Jule’s little sister – because she had commanded me to. Because I had obeyed her without question.

Satisfaction and shame swirled together inside me. I could barely look at Nele now, only stealing glances from the corner of my eye because it felt so awkward, so strange.

Everything had changed. I wasn’t the big sister figure anymore, the responsible one who used to babysit her. That dynamic was completely shattered.

She had seen me totally naked – and I still was – and she had commanded me to do things, intimate things, and I had done them all. It was insane when I really thought about it.

I heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Jule appeared, looking absolutely stunning. Seawater still glistened on her tanned skin, and her hair hung wet and dark down her back, dripping onto her shoulders.

“Did I miss anything?” she asked, looking between us with a knowing smile.

Nele laughed. “Oh yeah. She had a little fun.” She made a crude gesture with her hand, mimicking masturbation, and grinned wickedly.

Jule’s eyebrows shot up. “You let her come?”

“Sure! Why not?”

“I wanted to let her do that. But not yet!” There was real annoyance in Jule’s voice.

“Sorry!” Nele said, though she didn’t sound particularly apologetic.

The two sisters started bickering, right there on the balcony, with me sitting naked on the floor between them like some kind of disputed property.

“She’s my friend, Nele. I brought her here.”

“And you’re the one who wanted to share her with me!”

“Share, yes. Not give you complete control.”

“I didn’t—”

“You made her come without asking me!”

It should have been ridiculous. It should have made me angry. But instead, something about hearing them argue over who I belonged to sent a thrill through my exhausted body. Like I really was a slave, a possession to be claimed and owned.

Though it was also a little unfair. I didn’t want to choose between them.

But if I had to choose… it would definitely be Jule. She was my best friend. There was no question about that.

I sat quietly on the floor and didn’t intervene. I knew both of them well enough to know they bickered sometimes – they always had, even when we were younger – but they also made up quickly.

Sure enough, after a few more exchanges, Jule sighed and shook her head.

“Fine. Whatever. I’m going to shower.”

Then her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me to my feet.

“Come on. You’re coming with me.”

She pulled me behind her into the small bathroom, and my heart leaped with excitement. I was going to shower with Jule!

But there was a catch.

Once we were inside with the door closed, she turned to me with a mischievous smile. “I want you to clean me. Wash every part of me.”

“I’d love to!” I said eagerly.

“But…” her smile widened, “you haven’t earned the privilege of seeing me naked yet, little servant.”

Before I could protest, she grabbed a small hand towel and wrapped it around my head, covering my eyes completely. She tied it snugly at the back, and suddenly I was plunged into darkness.

“Jule—”

“Shh. No complaining.”

I heard her turn on the water, adjusting the temperature. Then her hands were on my shoulders, guiding me carefully forward.

“Step up. Careful, don’t slip.”

She helped me into the shower, and the warm water cascaded over my body, cooling my overheated skin. It felt amazing after sitting in the sun.

But it was so unfair! I couldn’t see her at all, but she could see every inch of me. I was still completely naked, exposed to her gaze while she remained hidden from mine.

Her hands found mine in the darkness. I felt her squeeze something into my palm – shower gel, slick and cool.

“Make me clean,” she whispered, her lips close to my ear.

I reached out tentatively, my hands finding her back. She had turned around. I began to rub the gel across her skin, creating a slippery, sensual lather. God, it felt incredible to touch her like this. So smooth, so warm. I’d never touched her this way before – never been allowed to explore her body with my hands.

I caressed her neck, her shoulders, the elegant slope of her back. She made soft, satisfied sounds that encouraged me to continue.

But I hesitated when I reached her lower back, unsure how far down I was permitted to go.

She solved that problem by taking my hands and guiding them firmly onto her ass.

Oh. Okay then.

Her ass felt amazing – round and firm and muscular and feminine all at once. I squeezed gently, massaged, spread the soap across both cheeks.

But I still wasn’t sure about going further. About touching her more intimate places. She wasn’t giving me clear signals about what she wanted, and I didn’t want to overstep.

Once, when my hand slid accidentally between her cheeks, she quickly grabbed my wrist and moved it away.

Message received. Off limits.

But I wished I could see her face, read her expression, understand what she was feeling. The blindfold made everything so uncertain.

She was my best friend. I didn’t want to do anything that would make her uncomfortable, even though she’d been dominating me, commanding me, using me. That didn’t mean I had permission to just… touch her however I wanted.

So I skipped over that most sacred part of her beautiful body and moved down to her thighs instead, soaping them thoroughly, feeling the strong muscles beneath the soft skin.

It was actually kind of sweet that she was a little shy. Despite everything, despite her dominance and control, there was still this vulnerability to her.

But then she did something totally unexpected.

She turned around.

Now she wasn’t facing away from me anymore. Now her pussy was right in front of my face.

Her hand was suddenly on my head, fingers threading through my wet hair, and she pushed me forward gently but firmly.

My heart hammered. I knew what she wanted. And I’d never done this before. Never tasted another woman.

But I wanted to. God, I wanted to.

The shower water ran over my face as I leaned forward and pressed a soft, tentative kiss against her pussy. Just my lips at first, no tongue. I just wanted to feel her, to know what she was like.

Her body jerked slightly, and panic shot through me – had I done it wrong? But then her hand was guiding me back, encouraging me, and I kissed her again. This time she spread her legs a little wider.

I wanted to know how she tasted. My tongue tentatively extended, and I was so nervous I could barely breathe.

And then I was licking her, tasting her, and I couldn’t describe the sensation.

She was wet – not from the shower water, but from her own arousal. Hot and slick and incredible.

I felt her knees weaken, heard her brace herself against the shower wall.

She tasted amazing. Warm and fresh and somehow both sweet and musky at the same time. I couldn’t find the words to describe it properly.

But I wanted more.

And I was certain she did too, because her legs were trembling and she was breathing deeply, little gasps escaping her lips.

I pressed my tongue deeper, exploring her folds, finding her clit and circling it gently—

And then suddenly she shoved my head away.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice strained.

She turned off the water abruptly and stepped out of the shower, leaving me kneeling there blind and confused.

I was in complete shock.

Had I done something wrong?

I heard her moving around in the bathroom, heard a towel being pulled from the rack.

“Jule?” I ventured, still not removing my blindfold.

“You can take that off now,” she said, her voice odd. Distant.

I pulled the towel from my eyes and blinked in the sudden light. Jule had wrapped herself in a large towel and was avoiding my gaze.

“Did I… did I do something wrong?” I asked, my voice small.

“No,” she said quickly. “No, you were… it was good. Really good.”

“Then why—”

“I just… I don’t know.” She finally looked at me, and her expression was complicated.”

“Okay,” I whispered, completely lost.

She reached out and touched my cheek gently. “It’s not you. I promise. I just… I need a minute.”

Everything had been going so perfectly. And now…

Now I had no idea where we stood.

Chapter 19: Long hug

I stood there, the blindfold now removed from my head, water still dripping from my body. Jule was drying herself with a towel, her movements slow and methodical, like she was thinking deeply about something.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, my voice uncertain.

She looked at me, and for a moment her expression was unreadable. Then she said, “Yeah, sorry. I’m sorry about that.”

“Did I do something wrong?” The question came out small and worried.

“No,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “No, what you did was really nice. It felt really good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it’s just…” She trailed off, wrapping the towel more tightly around herself.

“What is it?”

She sighed and leaned against the sink. “Do you think what we’re doing is okay?”

“Yes, totally. Don’t you?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, we’re best friends. I don’t want to ruin that.”

My heart clenched at her words. “Do you think we’re ruining something? I think what you’re doing with me, what we’re doing together – I think it’s beautiful.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, her eyes searching mine.

“Completely!”

She bit her lip, looking vulnerable in a way I rarely saw. “But I don’t know if it’s a good idea for us to do these things with each other. For you to lick me and bring me to orgasm. I just… I don’t know if that’s smart.”

“Yeah, okay, I understand that,” I said carefully. “I wouldn’t want us to mess anything up either. And we don’t have to become lovers or anything like that. We’re just friends, and that’s what we’ll stay.”

“Don’t you think we could fall in love with each other, though? And then everything goes to shit?” There was real fear in her voice.

I thought about it for a moment, really considered it. “I don’t think so. I love how you and Nele play with me, how I get to explore these secret desires I never even knew I had. You and Nele, you’re both incredibly hot. But I don’t think I love you any differently than I love my best friend. Does that make sense?”

“That’s really sweet, how you put that,” Jule said, and a smile finally broke across her face.

“But if you’re scared, then we should stop. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“No, I don’t want to stop either,” Jule said quickly. “I like it too.”

“Really?” I asked, needing to hear it.

“Yeah, of course. We just need to look out for each other, okay?”

The way she said it, the care in her voice – it made me melt. She always knew exactly the right words to say.

“We’ll look out for each other,” I promised.

“I could really use a hug right now,” she said softly.

I stepped forward immediately, and we wrapped our arms around each other, holding on tight. Her skin was still slightly damp, warm against mine. The embrace felt safe and comforting and right.

We stood like that for a long moment, just breathing together, feeling each other’s heartbeats.

Eventually I whispered, “Thank you for giving me all these beautiful feelings.”

“Hey, you’re welcome,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I like it too. Bossing you around like that. I guess we’re discovering new sides of ourselves.” She paused, then added with a little laugh, “And by the way: your tongue is seriously talented.”

“Thanks, you really think so?” I felt my face flush with pleasure at the compliment.

“Totally!”

We continued standing there in the small bathroom, tightly embraced, water pooling at our feet. The steam from the shower had fogged up the mirror, making everything feel soft and dreamlike.

I felt her hand stroke my wet hair, and I nestled closer into her shoulder.

“I’m glad we talked about this,” she murmured.

“Me too.”

“I just got scared for a minute. It felt so intense, and I wasn’t prepared for that.”

“I understand,” I said. “We can go as slow as you want. Or stop whenever you want.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she said firmly. “I just want to make sure we’re doing this right. That we’re being honest with each other.”

“Always,” I promised.

She pulled back slightly to look at my face, her hands on my shoulders. “You’re really okay with all of this? With me dominating you? With Nele being involved too?”

“I love it,” I said honestly. “I’ve never felt so alive, so free. It’s like you’ve unlocked something in me that I didn’t know existed.”

“Good,” she said, and kissed my forehead gently. “Because I’m really enjoying it too. Seeing this side of you. Exploring this dynamic.”

“Even the stuff with Nele? You’re not upset about what happened earlier?”

She considered this. “A little annoyed that she didn’t check with me first. But no, not really upset. It’s kind of hot, actually, having you be our shared… toy.” She grinned mischievously.

The word sent a shiver through me. Toy. That’s what I was to them. And I loved it.

“I’m your toy,” I whispered.

“Yes, you are,” she said, and her voice took on that commanding edge again. “Our little plaything. Our obedient servant.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

She smiled and released me, grabbing a second towel. “Here, let me dry you off.”

She rubbed the towel over my body with firm, efficient movements, nothing particularly sensual about it, just practical care. But even that felt good – being tended to, being looked after.

When I was mostly dry, she hung up both towels and said, “Come on. Let’s go see what Nele’s up to. And remember – you’re still naked for the rest of the day.”

“Yes,” I said, following her out of the bathroom.

But before we left, she turned back and caught my hand, squeezing it gently.

“Thank you,” she said. “For understanding. For being patient with me.”

“Always,” I said.

And we stood there for just a moment longer, hands clasped, best friends who were discovering something new and strange and wonderful together.

Whatever this was, whatever we were becoming, we would figure it out together.

We would look out for each other.

That was what mattered most.

Chapter 20: Pizzeria

It was already late in the evening, and we were all hungry but nobody wanted to cook.

“Why don’t we go out to eat?” Jule suggested.

“Yes! I want sushi!” Nele said enthusiastically.

“We’re in the middle of Italy,” Jule laughed. “You go to an Italian restaurant here!”

Nele conceded the point with a shrug.

We didn’t want to eat at some touristy place, so we searched on Google and found a small restaurant somewhere a bit further away, in a tiny village inland.

Jule handed me my dress, but nothing else. I was allowed to wear my sandals at least.

This should be interesting, I thought ironically.

We drove to the small village and found the restaurant tucked away on a quiet street. It was small and a bit dimly lit, with warm lighting and rustic wooden tables. We were the only guests. It looked cozy and intimate.

Behind the bar stood a young woman, maybe a little older than us – I’d guess late twenties. She was tall with long black hair that fell in waves down her back, gorgeous hips, and an impressive bust that filled out her simple white blouse beautifully.

She greeted us warmly in Italian, and we gestured that we’d like a table.

Jule and I sat beside each other on one side, with Nele across from us. Under the table, Jule placed her hand on my knee, and I found it totally sweet and reassuring.

We ordered, and the food was absolutely delicious. Italian, obviously. Simple and perfect.

But no one else came into the restaurant. We remained the only guests throughout the evening.

Eventually the waitress came to our table and we started chatting in English. None of us spoke Italian, but English worked well enough.

We talked and laughed, and the waitress – who introduced herself as Gina – seemed genuinely happy to have company. Later, her boyfriend Giovanni joined us from the kitchen. He brought a bottle of grappa and poured shots for everyone. I declined, though, which meant I’d be driving later. I’d never driven a Tesla before, but I figured I could manage it.

They told us the restaurant was theirs, that business was sometimes good and sometimes slow.

We got along really well, laughing despite the occasional language barrier. They were warm and funny and easy to be with.

At some point, Gina asked if Jule and I were a couple, because we seemed so close and looked so good together.

And Jule, who had already had a few grappas, said with a slightly drunken giggle:

“No, she’s my little slave!”

“Jule!” I gasped. “You can’t say that!”

“Why not? It’s true!”

Gina and Giovanni didn’t understand at first and asked for clarification. Jule looked at me and whispered:

“What do you think? Would you like to play our slave tonight? For them?”

And somehow… I did. The situation felt strangely safe, even though we didn’t know these two Italians. But I wanted it, and I whispered to Jule that it was okay.

Though I was definitely scared to expose myself in front of these complete strangers. Until now it had been a secret between me and Jule, then Nele had joined, and now these two Italians as well?

It was weird, but I wanted it too. It turned me on so much.

Gina and Giovanni looked at us expectantly, and Jule repeated that I was her slave.

Their eyes went wide with surprise and disbelief.

“Should I prove it to you?” Jule asked with a mischievous grin.

They both said yes, clearly excited and curious.

Jule commanded me to stand up and gave me an encouraging nod.

She announced that I was her slave and ordered me to remove my dress in front of them.

I looked into the large dark eyes of the two Italians. My heart was pounding. On one hand I was aroused, on the other deeply embarrassed.

“Go on,” Jule said softly but firmly. “Show them what you are.”

My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my dress. The thin fabric whispered against my skin as I slowly lifted it.

I pulled it up over my thighs, revealing my legs inch by inch. Gina’s eyes traveled up my body hungrily. Giovanni leaned forward slightly, his attention completely focused on me.

Higher. Past my hips. The dress rose to reveal that I wore nothing underneath – no panties, nothing. Just bare skin.

“Madonna,” Giovanni breathed.

I continued lifting, exposing my stomach, my ribs. My breathing quickened as more and more of my naked body was revealed to these strangers.

“Slowly,” Jule commanded. “Make it nice for them.”

I slowed down, drawing out the moment. The dress moved up over my breasts, catching slightly on my hardened nipples before I pulled it free. My breasts bounced slightly as they were exposed, and I heard Gina make a small sound of appreciation.

Finally I lifted the dress over my head and held it in my hands, standing completely naked before them in the empty restaurant.

“Drop it,” Jule said.

I let the dress fall to the floor.

I stood there, the only one completely naked and helpless. I felt all their eyes on me – Jule’s possessive gaze, Nele’s interested assessment, and the hungry stares of our two new Italian friends.

“Turn around,” Jule commanded. “Show them all of you.”

I turned slowly, giving them a full view of my body. My ass, my back, the curve of my spine.

“Beautiful,” Gina murmured.

“Come here,” Jule said, pointing to a spot in front of where Gina and Giovanni sat. “Kneel before them.”

I walked over on shaky legs and knelt on the floor in front of the two Italians, my hands resting on my thighs, completely exposed and vulnerable.

Jule leaned forward. “You can touch her, if you’d like,” she said to them, though she shot me a quick glance first – checking that this was okay.

I gave her the tiniest nod.

Giovanni reached out tentatively and stroked my hair, as if I were a pet dog. It was gentle and almost innocent.

But Gina was bolder. Her hand went to my breast, cupping it, her thumb brushing over my nipple and making it harden further. She traced the curve of my breast with her fingers, exploring the weight and shape of it.

I felt my face burning with embarrassment, but I was also incredibly turned on.

The conversation continued above me, as if I weren’t even a person – just an object, a toy they could touch whenever they wanted. Giovanni continued stroking my hair occasionally, while Gina’s hands wandered more freely, playing with both my breasts, pinching my nipples gently.

They talked about dancing – apparently they both performed traditional Italian dances as a hobby. Nele was interested and asked questions, much more engaged than she’d been in the car, where she’d been glued to her phone the whole time.

“We could show you what we do,” Giovanni offered, standing up.

Gina’s eyes lit up with an idea. “Actually… if we each get to dance with the slave, we’ll give you the meal for free!”

“Really?” Nele said, delighted at the prospect of a free dinner.

Jule looked at me questioningly. I nodded, even though I had no idea what I was agreeing to.

“The slave will earn us dinner!” Nele announced cheerfully. “Perfect!”

I was being sold, traded like a commodity. And God help me, I found it incredibly arousing.

Giovanni went behind the bar and turned on music – something sultry and rhythmic, a tango.

Gina stood and extended her hand to me. “Come, bella.”

I stood on trembling legs. I couldn’t really dance, but Gina took control immediately, leading me, moving my naked body with confident hands.

She pressed close to me, one hand on the small of my back, the other holding mine. Her body was warm through her clothes, while I was completely bare against her.

She moved me expertly, spinning me, dipping me, pulling me close. At one point she pressed her thigh between my legs, and that’s when I realized just how wet I was. My arousal rubbed against her jean-clad thigh, and I hoped desperately that she hadn’t noticed.

But the knowing glint in her sparkling black eyes told me she absolutely had.

She did it again, deliberately pressing her thigh up between my legs, rubbing against my pussy. My wetness left a visible shine on her jeans.

I was mortified. But also incredibly turned on.

At the end of the song, she rubbed her finger across her glistening thigh and brought it to her mouth, licking it slowly while maintaining eye contact with me.

My face burned crimson.

Now it was Giovanni’s turn. The music changed to something more energetic, more powerful.

He danced with much more force than Gina, spinning me wildly, catching me with his strong arms, pressing himself against me. He whirled me around and pressed his groin against my ass, and I could feel that he was hard. The knowledge that I’d aroused him made me even wetter.

As we danced, I deliberately pressed my body against his, feeling his erection through his pants.

At the end of the dance, he let me slide slowly down his body to the floor, until I was kneeling with my face right at his crotch level. I could see the outline of his cock straining against his pants.

For a moment, I genuinely thought someone might ask me to service him. And in that moment, I knew I would do it if commanded.

But no one did.

Everyone applauded instead, and Giovanni helped me to my feet with a gallant gesture.

“Bravissima,” he said, his voice rough.

I stood there naked and flushed, my body still humming with arousal and the thrill of what had just happened.

“She’s very obedient,” Gina said to Jule with obvious admiration.

“She is,” Jule agreed, her eyes dark with desire as she looked at me. “Very, very obedient.”

Chapter 21: The Way Back

Jule glanced at her phone and sighed. “It’s getting late. We should probably go.”

She signaled to Gina for the check, but both Gina and Giovanni shook their heads firmly.

“No, no,” Giovanni said. “We said the meal would be free. The… entertainment was more than worth it.” His eyes traveled over my naked body one more time.

“That’s very kind, but I’d really like to pay something,” Jule insisted.

They continued to refuse. Jule pulled out her wallet and extracted a hundred euro note. She looked at it thoughtfully, then turned to me with a wicked smile.

“Slave,” she said, her voice taking on that commanding tone. “I want you to beg them to take this money. Convince them.”

She handed me the bill, and I stood there naked, holding the money in my trembling hand.

This was humiliating in an entirely new way. I walked over to Gina and Giovanni, completely bare, and knelt before them again.

“Please,” I said, looking up at them with what I hoped were pleading eyes. “Please take this money. If you don’t accept it, I… I’ll be punished.” I embellished the truth slightly, playing into the role. “My mistress will be angry with me if you refuse.”

Gina and Giovanni exchanged glances, clearly torn between amusement and sympathy.

“The poor thing,” Gina said with a smile. ”Povera ragazza.“

“Please,” I repeated, holding the money up to them. “I’m begging you.”

“Alright,” Giovanni finally said. “But you must apologize to us properly first.”

“Apologize?” I asked, confused.

“For leaving so soon,” Gina clarified with a knowing smile. “Kiss our feet to show your gratitude for the meal and our… hospitality.”

My face burned. But I lowered myself further, bending down until my lips touched Gina’s boot. I kissed it softly, then moved to Giovanni’s shoe and did the same.

“Brava,” Gina said, taking the money from my hand and stroking my hair. “Such a good girl.”

I looked up at Jule, who was watching with obvious satisfaction.

“Alright,” she said. “Time to go. You’re driving.”

She tossed me the car keys and I caught them reflexively. Then the reality of the situation hit me.

“Jule,” I said quietly, glancing at where my dress lay on the floor. “I can’t go outside like this.”

“Then you’d better hurry so no one sees you,” she said with a shrug. “The village looks pretty empty, and it’s dark. We parked just around the corner.”

My heart hammered in my chest. “Jule—”

“Now,” she said firmly.

I took a deep breath. The restaurant had a small entrance area, and then the door opened directly onto the street. Through the window I could see that the narrow lane outside was indeed empty.

Just run. Fast.

I pushed open the door and burst out into the night air. The cool evening breeze hit my naked skin immediately, making my nipples harden even more. My bare feet slapped against the cobblestones as I ran around the corner to where the Tesla was parked.

The street was dimly lit by old-fashioned lamps, casting pools of yellow light. I stayed in the shadows as much as possible, my heart racing with fear and excitement.

I reached the car and fumbled with the handle, desperately trying to get inside. The door opened and I practically dove into the driver’s seat, slamming it shut behind me.

Safe.

I was panting, my whole body trembling with adrenaline.

I adjusted the seat and mirrors, figuring out the Tesla’s controls. It was surprisingly intuitive. I started the car – or rather, turned it on, since it made almost no sound – and carefully drove back to the restaurant entrance.

I pulled up right in front of the door. The street was still empty. Jule and Nele should come out any second now.

But when the restaurant door opened, it was Jule alone. She walked to the passenger window and tapped on it. I lowered it.

“Gina and Giovanni want you to come back in and say goodbye properly,” she said with a smirk.

“What? But I’m naked!”

“They know that,” Jule said. “They want to see you one more time. Go.”

“Jule—”

“Now, slave.”

I glanced around the street again. Still empty. But for how long?

I opened the car door and stepped out onto the cobblestones again, completely exposed. I hurried back to the restaurant entrance and slipped inside.

Gina and Giovanni were standing near the door, waiting for me. Nele sat at the table still, watching with amusement.

“Come here, bella,” Gina said, opening her arms.

I walked into her embrace. She hugged me warmly, her clothed body pressed against my naked one. Then she kissed my cheek, a soft, lingering kiss.

But I was so aroused, so overwhelmed by everything that had happened, that I turned my head at the last moment and captured her lips with mine.

She made a small sound of surprise, but then she was kissing me back. Her lips were soft and full, tasting of wine and something sweet. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I moaned softly, pressing closer to her.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard.

“Dio mio,” she whispered.

I turned to Giovanni, who was watching with dark, heated eyes. I stepped into his arms and kissed him too, deeply and passionately. He was a good kisser, confident and dominant. His hands went to my bare waist, holding me firmly.

I deliberately rubbed my stomach against his crotch, feeling that he was still hard beneath his pants. His breath hitched and his grip on me tightened.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured against my lips.

When he finally released me, Gina immediately moved to him and they embraced, kissing each other with obvious passion and possessiveness.

I stood there for a moment, watching them, feeling like I’d somehow brought them closer together through this strange encounter.

“Goodbye,” I said softly.

“Arrivederci, bella,” Gina said with a final wave.

I turned and hurried back toward the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the night—

And nearly collided with a man walking his dog.

“Scusi—” he started to say, then stopped abruptly as he took in my naked form.

The dog barked.

I let out a small shriek and ran for the car, not daring to look back. I could hear the man saying something in rapid Italian, could hear the dog barking more excitedly.

I yanked open the car door, threw myself inside, and slammed it shut. Jule and Nele were already in the car, both laughing hysterically.

“Drive!” Jule said through her laughter. “Drive!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb, my hands shaking on the steering wheel.

“Did you see his face?” Nele gasped between fits of laughter.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, still in shock. “Oh my God, he saw me.”

“He definitely did,” Jule confirmed, still giggling. “You should have seen how fast you ran!”

My heart was still racing, but despite my embarrassment, I found myself smiling. The absurdity of it all was starting to hit me.

I drove through the narrow village streets, following the GPS back toward our beach house. The Tesla was quiet and smooth, easy to drive despite my limited experience with such advanced cars.

Jule reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, just as she had on the way here. But this time, her fingers didn’t stay still. They began to stroke up and down, moving higher with each pass.

“You were so good tonight,” she murmured. “So obedient. So perfect.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, trying to concentrate on the road.

Her fingers slipped higher, brushing against my inner thigh. I squirmed slightly in my seat.

“Stay still,” she commanded softly. “Keep driving.”

I gripped the steering wheel tighter as her fingers reached my pussy. She traced along my slit lightly, teasingly, and I gasped at the contact.

In the rearview mirror, I could see Nele in the back seat, illuminated by the glow of her phone. She seemed absorbed in whatever she was looking at, not paying attention to what was happening in the front.

Jule’s finger slipped between my folds, finding how wet I was.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed. “You’re soaked.”

“I know,” I whimpered, trying to keep my eyes on the dark road ahead.

She began to circle my clit slowly, deliberately. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, my thighs trembling.

“You better not ruin my seats,” she said with mock sternness. “If you drip all over the leather, you’ll be in trouble.”

“I’ll try,” I gasped.

But it was genuinely difficult. I was incredibly aroused, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. The dancing, the kissing, the public nudity, the near-miss with the stranger – it had all built up to an almost unbearable level.

Her fingers continued their torment, stroking and circling but never quite giving me enough pressure to push me over the edge.

“Jule, please,” I whispered.

“Please what?”

“I can’t… I can’t concentrate on driving.”

“Then concentrate harder,” she said. “Because I’m not stopping.”

I let out a shaky breath and tried to focus on the road, on the white lines, on the GPS instructions. But all I could really feel were her fingers between my legs, the building pressure, the desperate need for release.

Jule’s fingers continued their slow, torturous circles around my clit. She was being deliberately gentle, her touch so soft and warm that it was almost worse than if she’d been rough. Every nerve ending was on fire, screaming for more pressure, more friction, more of anything.

“Jule,” I breathed, my voice shaking. “Jule, please.”

“Please what?” she asked innocently, though I could hear the amusement in her voice.

“Please… stop. Just for a moment. I can’t—”

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t drive like this,” I whimpered. “I’m going to… I’m too close.”

She laughed softly, a low, wicked sound. “Are you saying you might cum while driving my car?”

“Yes,” I admitted desperately. “Yes, and that’s dangerous. Please, I’m begging you.”

My thighs were trembling, my grip on the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were white. The road ahead seemed to blur slightly as pleasure built between my legs, threatening to overwhelm me completely.

“Look at you,” Jule murmured, her finger pressing just a fraction harder against my clit. “So desperate. So needy.”

I let out a small, involuntary moan. The car drifted slightly in the lane and I had to force myself to correct it.

“Please,” I said again, my voice breaking. “Please have mercy. I’m trying so hard but I can’t… it’s too much.”

“Poor thing,” she cooed, but she didn’t stop. If anything, her touch became even more gentle, even more maddeningly soft. Just barely grazing my clit, not enough to push me over but more than enough to keep me teetering right on the edge.

“Jule!” I gasped, louder this time. “Please! I’m going to crash!”

That finally got through to her. Her hand stilled, though she didn’t remove it completely.

“Alright,” she said, though she sounded reluctant. “I suppose I don’t want you to wreck my car. But you’re going to pay for this later.”

“Yes,” I breathed, relief flooding through me even as my body protested the loss of stimulation. “Yes, anything.”

She kept her hand there, resting between my legs but not moving, a constant reminder of what I couldn’t have. My pussy throbbed with need, so wet that I was genuinely worried about staining the seat.

In the rearview mirror, Nele was still absorbed in her phone, completely oblivious to what had just transpired.

“Good girl,” Jule whispered. “Now get us home safely. And then we’ll see about giving you what you need.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and focused every ounce of concentration I had left on driving us back to the beach house.

The road stretched endlessly before me, and between my legs, Jule’s warm hand remained, a promise of what was to come.

Chapter 22: Tickle

Jule had grabbed the Tesla keys after breakfast and headed out shopping, leaving Nele and me alone at the beach house. We cleared the breakfast table together and did the dishes, working in comfortable silence.

When we finished, Nele and I looked at each other across the kitchen counter.

“So,” I said, drying my hands on a towel. “What should we do now?”

A slow grin spread across Nele’s face. Without a word, she took my hand and pulled me toward her bedroom.

“I know exactly what,” she said, her voice carrying a note of mischief that made my stomach flutter.

I followed her, of course. In her eyes, I could see she had something planned. Something specific.

She looked amazing this morning. Her hair was pulled back in that long ponytail, and she wore simple shorts and a tank top that showed off her athletic frame. There was a confidence in the way she moved that made my heart beat faster.

“Do you want to?” she asked, turning to face me once we were in her room.

I could guess what she was getting at. My pulse quickened.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Then strip,” she said suddenly, her voice taking on a harder edge. “Take off your clothes.”

I swallowed hard.

It was still such a strange feeling. This was Jules’s little sister – the girl we used to babysit, the kid we’d looked after. But now she stood before me with authority, with command, and I found myself responding to it instinctively.

There was this desire in me to expose myself, to feel small and vulnerable. To submit.

“Do I have to?” I asked, playing innocent, testing the boundaries.

“Do it. Now,” she said firmly.

She stood with one hand on her hip, her body language tense and uncompromising. She wouldn’t accept no for an answer.

My heart hammered in my chest, and it was barely mid-morning. Slowly, deliberately, I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. I moved carefully, making it a bit of a show for her.

But it was still incredibly strange to be undressing in front of her like this.

Finally I stood before her, still holding my dress in one hand, completely naked and exposed to her gaze.

She looked at me, drinking in the sight, letting me just stand there while I didn’t know what to do with my hands, where to look, how to position myself.

Instinctively, I brought one hand down to cover my pussy, but she shook her head firmly. I understood immediately and dropped my hands to my sides, leaving myself completely open to her scrutiny.

She let me stand there for a long moment, then began to speak.

“You owe me something,” she said.

“I owe you?” I asked, confused.

“Yes. From before. When I was little.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll find out. Don’t worry. But today, you’re going to pay for it.”

I genuinely didn’t know what she was talking about, and a small tendril of worry wound through my excitement.

“Get on the bed,” she commanded.

I obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto her bed.

“Lie down.”

I did, settling onto my back on the soft sheets.

She approached me, her movements deliberate and purposeful. Gently, she took my left arm and stretched it up above my head. Then she began tying my wrist to the bedpost with a soft rope.

I understood now what she had planned, and I let her do it. It was that delicious mixture of nervousness and arousal – not knowing exactly what would happen, but trusting her anyway.

She tied both my arms and then my legs, spreading me wide across the bed, completely vulnerable and exposed to her.

Sometimes as she worked, she leaned over me and her long ponytail would brush against my naked skin. I would flinch at the contact, the sensation electric and overwhelming.

The bonds weren’t tight. They didn’t hurt or cut into my skin, and I probably could have worked my way free if I’d really tried. But that wasn’t the point. The point was the surrender, the giving up of control.

I lifted my head once to look down the length of my body – past my breasts, down to my Venus mound, which seemed to stand out prominently in this position. The view was strangely appealing to me. I liked how I looked like this.

But it was also frightening how exposed I was to Nele, how she could see absolutely everything about me.

I was completely defenseless.

“You look beautiful,” she said with satisfaction, her eyes traveling slowly over my body and lingering especially between my spread thighs.

“Thank you,” I said submissively.

She stood beside the bed, and I had to look up at her. The power dynamic was clear and undeniable.

“When I was little,” she began, “you and Jule used to tickle me. You’d pin me down on the floor and tickle me. I couldn’t do anything about it. You were both so much stronger than me. I always hated it, but I had to laugh anyway. It was such a weird feeling, really strange. But I couldn’t stop you.” She paused. “Do you remember?”

Only vaguely, I had to admit.

She extended her slender index finger, bringing it closer and closer to me. Her fingernail traced once across my armpit.

I immediately jerked and tried to pull away, but of course I couldn’t move far. I was completely at her mercy.

“Do you like that?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“No!” I shook my head.

“Too bad,” she said simply.

Her fingers touched me again, very gently. They danced across my shoulders, and I felt them tickle.

“Don’t!” I whimpered.

“So sensitive?” she asked, amused. “And I haven’t even really started yet.”

Then she began to tickle me properly under my arms, and I jerked violently, pulling at my bonds. I hated it and yet I couldn’t help but giggle and squirm.

She climbed onto the bed and straddled my stomach, sitting on me.

I looked up at her, and she looked down at me with such satisfaction in her eyes.

Her fingers began to explore my body systematically. She tickled along my ribs, making me gasp and writhe beneath her. Her touch was light and maddening, dancing across my skin in unpredictable patterns.

“Please,” I gasped between involuntary giggles. “Nele, please!”

“Please what?” she asked innocently, her fingers continuing their torment.

She traced along my sides, found the sensitive spots just below my ribs, experimented with the hollows of my collarbones. Every touch made me flinch and squirm, pulling uselessly at my bonds.

And yet… beneath the discomfort of being tickled, there was something else. Something about being so helpless, so completely under her control, that made heat pool between my legs.

Her fingers moved lower, tickling along my hips, making me buck beneath her. She was careful, deliberate, learning my body’s responses.

Then her hands moved to my breasts, and the tickling became something else entirely. Her fingers traced around them, barely touching, making my skin come alive with sensation.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she observed, looking at my hardened nipples.

I couldn’t deny it. My body was betraying me completely.

Very gently, almost reverently, she touched my nipples with just her fingertips. A shiver of pure pleasure ran through my entire body.

She noticed my reaction immediately.

“You little lesbian,” she laughed, but there was no malice in it. Just observation.

Was she right? Was I?

But I couldn’t think about that now.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” she said, her voice becoming more sultry.

“But what did I do?” I whispered.

“You don’t know?”

I shook my head. She looked at me but said nothing, offered no explanation.

“You deserve to be whipped,” she said.

A shudder ran through me. Did she mean that seriously? She wanted to whip me?

Nele looked at me with amusement, watching me lie there beneath her.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have a whip,” she said.

I felt a small wave of relief. But then she continued:

“Wait… I do have a whip here.”

She reached back and pulled the elastic from her ponytail, shaking her long hair free. It cascaded down over her shoulders.

I didn’t understand what she meant at first. But then she leaned forward, bringing her head toward me.

She bent over my body, and her long hair fell across my torso like a waterfall. The sensation was incredible – thousands of soft strands caressing my sensitized skin all at once. My body erupted in an emotional firework display of sensation.

She began to move her head, making her hair sweep across my breasts, my stomach, my sides. It was like being whipped with silk – no pain, only the most exquisite, overwhelming pleasure.

Everything felt electrified. Every nerve ending was alive and singing. I was grateful that she was sitting on me and couldn’t see lower, couldn’t see what this was doing to me, how aroused I was becoming.

She whipped me with her hair, the soft strands dragging across my nipples, making them impossibly hard. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

I was getting wet. Incredibly wet. Aroused beyond measure by the fact that Jule’s little sister was dominating me like this, and that I was loving every second of it.

Her hair continued its dance across my skin, and I lay there helpless, bound, and completely surrendered to whatever she wanted to do to me.

Chapter 23: On Top of Me

I lay there on Nele’s bed, completely helpless, bound to the bedposts, still trembling from the exquisite torture of her hair sweeping across my sensitized skin. My body was on fire with arousal, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more.

But Nele wasn’t finished with me yet.

She shifted her position, sliding lower on my body until she was straddling my waist. Her hands moved to my ribs, and her fingers began their dance again—light, teasing touches that made me jerk and squirm against my bonds.

“No, please,” I gasped, but even as I said it, I wasn’t sure if I meant it.

I loved it and hated it simultaneously. I wanted to hate her for this, for reducing me to this helpless, giggling mess, but I couldn’t. The sensation was too overwhelming, too all-consuming.

Her fingers explored every sensitive spot along my ribcage, making me writhe and pull at the ropes. My laughter was breathless, almost painful, mixing with involuntary whimpers of pleasure.

“Nele,” I begged between gasps. “I can’t… please…”

She smiled down at me, clearly enjoying her power, watching my body respond to her every touch. Her fingers danced across my stomach, circled my navel, traced patterns on my hip bones.

Each touch sent electricity through me. My skin felt hypersensitive, as though every nerve had been exposed. I was sweating slightly, my chest heaving with each breath.

“Had enough?” she asked, her voice teasing.

“Yes,” I panted. “Please, I can’t take any more.”

But she didn’t stop. Instead, she slid even lower, repositioning herself so she was sitting on my knees.

And now my most intimate parts were directly in front of her. She could see everything.

I felt exposed in a way that was almost unbearable. My pussy was swollen and wet, my arousal completely visible to her examining gaze. I couldn’t close my legs, couldn’t hide myself, couldn’t do anything but lie there and let her look.

Her hands rested lightly on my inner thighs, and I could sense her hesitation. She was staring at my sex—full and round like a ripe plum, glistening with moisture.

Her fingers began to creep closer, almost tentatively, and I held my breath. I could feel them sliding along my thighs, approaching slowly, and I wanted it so desperately—wanted her fingers to visit me there, to give me their attention, to reach my most sacred place.

But I could tell Nele was uncertain, perhaps a little afraid of crossing this final boundary.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please.”

I didn’t say more because I was embarrassed, but I needed her fingers to touch me there. I couldn’t bear it any longer.

She looked at me thoughtfully, considering, and then her fingers began to move closer again.

Very carefully. Very slowly.

I lifted my head, looking past my breasts to watch her fingers as they finally gathered the courage.

And then I felt it—the first touch against my clit. I jerked violently, a sharp gasp escaping my lips.

She looked up at me, triumph in her eyes.

“Please,” I begged again, my voice barely a whisper.

Her fingers grew bolder now, more confident. She traced along my outer lips, feeling how wet I was, exploring the slickness that had gathered there.

“God, you’re soaking,” she murmured, fascinated.

Her fingertip circled my clit with agonizing slowness, barely touching, just enough to make me whimper and pull against the ropes.

“Nele,” I moaned. “Please don’t tease me.”

But she did. Her finger traced lazy circles, never quite giving me the pressure I craved. She would touch my clit directly for just a moment, making my hips buck, then pull away again.

It was exquisite torture.

She slipped one finger between my folds, sliding it along my entrance. I was so wet that it glided effortlessly.

“You really are turned on,” she observed, almost clinically, though I could hear the excitement in her voice.

She pushed her finger inside me slowly, and I moaned loudly at the penetration. It felt incredible—finally being filled, finally having that aching emptiness addressed.

She began to move her finger in and out, slowly at first, watching my face for reactions. I couldn’t hide anything from her—my pleasure was written across my features, in the way my lips parted, the way my eyes fluttered closed.

“Look at me,” she commanded.

I opened my eyes and met her gaze as she fingered me. The intimacy of it was overwhelming.

She added a second finger, stretching me slightly, and began to move faster. Her thumb found my clit and began to circle it in rhythm with her thrusting fingers.

“Oh god,” I gasped. “Oh god, Nele.”

The pleasure was building rapidly, coiling tight in my lower belly. My thighs trembled, pulling against the ropes that held them spread.

And then, just as I was approaching the edge, she stopped.

She withdrew her fingers completely, leaving me empty and desperate.

“No!” I whimpered. “Please don’t stop. Please!”

She smiled wickedly, watching me squirm.

“Beg me properly,” she said.

“Please,” I said desperately. “Please, Nele, I need it. I need to cum. Please let me cum.”

“That’s better,” she said.

Her fingers returned, plunging into me with more force this time. She fingered me hard and fast, her thumb working my clit with firm, deliberate pressure.

The pleasure crashed over me like a wave. I pulled hard against my bonds, my whole body tensing as the orgasm built and built.

“That’s it,” Nele encouraged. “Cum for me. Let me watch you cum.”

And I did. The orgasm exploded through me with devastating intensity. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as much as the ropes would allow. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me, my pussy clenching rhythmically around her fingers.

She didn’t stop, working me through it, prolonging my climax until I was shaking and oversensitive.

Finally, she withdrew her fingers, and I collapsed back against the bed, panting and trembling.

Nele looked down, and her eyes widened.

“Jesus, Lena,” she said. “You completely soaked the bed.”

I lifted my head to look, and mortification flooded through me. There was a large wet spot beneath me on the sheets where my arousal had literally dripped from my body.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my face burning with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

Nele climbed off me and began untying the ropes, releasing my wrists and ankles. I lay there for a moment, rubbing my wrists, not quite able to meet her eyes.

“Clean it up,” she commanded, her voice taking on that authoritative tone again.

“What?” I asked quietly.

“The sheets. You made the mess. You clean it up.”

I nodded, my head lowered in shame, and slowly got off the bed. My legs were shaky from the intensity of my orgasm.

I stripped the sheets from Nele’s bed, gathering them in my arms. The embarrassment was acute—having to deal with the physical evidence of how much she’d aroused me.

But beneath the shame, I felt incredible. My body was loose and satisfied, floating on endorphins. Despite everything, I felt wonderful.

I carried the sheets toward the laundry, naked and submissive, while Nele watched me with satisfaction.