After our trip to the village, I became a slave of my friends. Now I live in Natasha’s apartment. I have my own place in a small room in a place with her dog “Mukhtar” of dogmas of black color. Natasha lives alone in a three-room apartment and when guests come to her who do not know about her new bitch, that is, that I now serve her dog, Natasha simply locks me up with a key.

My duties include watching the dog, feeding him and bathing, and what is most pleasant and at the same time degrading is letting myself fuck him. I gradually got so much in the taste that now I can’t imagine how I used to live without it. There are certainly negative sides to all this, I do not have freedom. I am constantly in the apartment, and only when the girls go out of town on the vylosku take us with them. There, they fasten me with a chain to Mukhtar's collar for a ring in the clitoris, and thus the dog walks me. I have to constantly hold the chain in my hand so that he does not tear out the little ring.

The girls humiliate me in every way, forcing me to do different “perversions” with my body and genitals, by the way I almost always enjoy it. Sometimes they make me eat my own or someone else's feces. It is very disgusting, but if I disobey, I am punished very severely.

I tied the chest at the base with a rope, so much that they turn blue, and then throw the rope through a thick branch and lift me so that I could hardly stand on my toes. The pain that I feel is very strong, but who does not care. Lastly, on the breasts and buttocks, they beat me with rods. This punishment lasts no more than five minutes, but it is enough to subdue me. I was subjected to such punishment only two times and I don’t feel like it again. That is why when I was ordered to lick Mukhtar his ass after he had emptied me on my chest, I readily did it. My tongue began to penetrate his anus and I began to carefully clean it. The girls held him tightly, apparently he didn’t like this procedure very much. I was allowed to wash in the lake and I, fastened to Mukhtar, rushed into the water. Mukhtar began to run along the shore, and I began to wash my body with one hand, while the other held the chain.

Natasha wanted me to surrender to his dog and I had to suck his dick again (with great joy), and when he stood up she gave him her pussy. For a few weeks I was able to fully learn to enjoy the fact that the doggy member was wielding in me, he very often jumps out of me, but quickly correcting him, I again get a lot of pleasure. His paws scratched my entire back and ribs, but this only strengthens my arousal. And the watching girls don't bother me at all. In addition, they are a bit fed up with it, since our pairing is always the same.

Once when I was in our room with Mukhtar, I wanted to masturbate from boredom. I lay on my back and spread my legs to the side, my fingers dived into the ragged vagina, which took everything in itself, and my hand disappeared in the wake of the fingers. I began to turn it, thereby causing a strong excitement. From my lips began to break moans, which gradually intensified. And at that moment severe pain pierced my clit. I caught my breath. I saw Natasha standing at home in a beautiful dress with a chain twisted around her arm, she was pulling her to the top forcing me to raise my pelvis in the wake of the stretched clit.

- What are you doing bitch? I have guests and you're masturbating yourself. You answer me for it.

- Forgive me, I will no longer.

- Of course you will not. You just can't.

She left the room and I heard her talking to someone. After ten minutes, she entered again and ordered to lie on her back and press her legs to her chest. She tied my hands under my knees so that I could not straighten up and then I saw a needle with a silk thread in her hands.Various thoughts flashed through my head. Natasha took off her panties and put them in my mouth, in the place of the gag. Then she pulled the beeps to the front and I understood what she would do.

The needle pierced with difficulty into my flesh. But the pain was not what I expected, feeling like a boot, something very hot pierces me. Slowly the thread was pulled through the lips, sewing them so that I could not masturbate myself. The pain was too strong for me to endure! I tried to scream but in vain:

I only woke up the next day, lying on my side and still bound. Mukhtar as always slept nearby. I felt that my hands were free and tried to straighten my legs. But then she felt a sharp pain. I did not immediately understand and tried to understand what was going on. This nipples ached. Natasha while I was tied the sewed nipples in such a way that the thread passed under the knees and I could not free myself. The nipples were inflamed and strongly elongated in place with a breast that was pressed tightly against the thighs on the sides of the legs.

The door opened and all the "friends" entered the room.

- Nothing for yourself, Natasha, what are you doing crazy?

- Yes, and you think I want someone to come here on her moans and saw it all. And then I will tell him how to explain that this bitch is for my Mukhtarchik.

- Well, also not too.

- And why, Natasha is right, she always ends up as much as she wants, it is necessary that she can fuck whenever we want, and not when she pleases.

- Olya did you come up with something?

- Yes, I think you will like it. I will go to the hospital and take something, and while you wash it, it must be clean so that there is no infection.

I was "ripped off" and I was able to somehow get into the bathroom. There I really relaxed and gained strength. But then I began to think what they would do to me, I was scared, and then I realized that I was excited again. I sent a shower to my crotch and the water began to tickle me. Slightly arched lying in the bathroom, I stuck it inside and the water began to wash me. It is clear that I couldn’t withstand such a “torture” for a long time and soon I began to finish:

- No, well, you see, she is completely insolent, everything, dear, soon you will end when one of us allows you. And now vylazh slut.

I walked into the hall and there they laid me on the table and began to tie him to him so that I was completely helpless and open. Fear again captured my thoughts.

I lay there for about an hour, while the girls waited for Olga, and did not pay me any attention. After some time I fell asleep and time passed unnoticed.

- Well, the whore finished the game, now you will become a chaste nun.

- Olya can you tell us what you have in mind.

- Now you will see everything, but for now let her breathe with this. And when she wakes up after such anesthesia, everything will be ready.

I remember how I put on my nose and mouth a handkerchief dipped in ether: I woke up after a couple of hours. The first thing I did was grab my crotch. Which just burned with fire. I felt cold metal under my fingers. And when I tried to network something hurt me a lot. There was no one in the room, and with my legs apart, I began to try to understand what was done to me.

It was a real shock. In the place of my broken-up and ruined, but still pussies, there were only small locks, but I counted 32 of them. They were of a different color and tightly closed my lips against penetration into the inside, and also two hoses with a thick finger sticking out of the vagina, I tried to pull them out but something did not let go.

- Well, how does our nun like her pee? She's all so closed and innocent.

“Why did you do that?”

- Then that you need control of your desires, and now we will decide when and when not.

- You can not unlock it for several years. Everything is provided here. These tubes that stick out of your vagina are fixed in a ball the size of a tennis ball, water will flow into you through one, and pour out through the other. So now you will wash away.

“We have divided the keys equally and each of us has them, so that you can receive a portion of pleasure, we should approve all this, but most likely you will be a bitch for my lovely little dog.”

- Release me please!

- You can go but provided that all the keys we immediately flush down the toilet.

- And what about me:

- You're our thing now. Get used to it, or get it on all four sides.

I burst into tears and left me alone. The lips of the sponge healed for a very long time, the locks prevented me from walking, for half a year I was constantly hot between my legs, and especially when I wrote, it was a real torture. I must say that Natasha and Olya constantly constantly monitored so that there was no infection and how the healing takes place. Naturally not about what kind of sex I never thought of, and the girls stopped arranging their own festivities. And soon I began to see only Natasha where I lived. The company broke up. I hoped that now I will be given freedom. But alas. The girls were not going to give the keys.

When all the wounds had healed, I did not finish six or seven months. I told Natasha about it, but she only laughed and said that I can suck off Mukhtar. What I did. But the desire has become to remind myself every day more and more.

And then a simple thought occurred to me. After all, I can escape from them, and the lock is not such a big obstacle, it is a purely psychological sign that I am a “thing”.

When there was no one at home, I put on Natasha's dress, it was a bit small for me and that was the legs ran to her home. Within an hour I collected my belongings and documents and went to Yalta closer to the sea. There I quickly settled in a new place. I got rid of the locks without difficulty, just called a locksmith from the firm, who was very surprised. He did not know where to go with shame when I sat down on the table and showed the scope of work.

A few minutes later I was free: My lips were neat round holes. For several days I enjoyed the freedom of my pussy. I tried to remove a peasant who steamed home-based for quite a long time, but its dimensions, as compared with mine, are no comparison, I sucked him last and remained hungry and unsatisfied. Girlfriends have tried to glory stretching me.

Now I can only enjoy myself. And I lace up myself with laces from sneakers. Do not disappear the same holes in my lips.

P. S. That's the whole story. I receive many letters after I began to tell what happened to me. Some who believe, some who do not. But every last word here is true, I went through all this. Sometimes I'm sorry, sometimes not about what happened. At the end of this summer I am going to return home to Bon, I live in Germany with my parents and I was born there. And I have already studied Russian here in a few years. I apologize that I did not answer everything to the letters, there are simply a lot of them. I would like to know the opinions of girls about all this, but let the guys write too.