CMNF, OON, naked in front of friends story – “The Shaping of the Slut” – Chapter 5

“Ian?” I whispered.

“What is it?” he asked after doing the effort of raising his head to look at my face.

My only response was a silent smile. I took his hand, and slowly brought it over to me. I placed his palm on my breasts, and slowly had him rub them. He let himself be guided by me, flabbergasted and unable to speak.

“Grab them” I whispered.

He did, and soon his other hand joined the groping. He fondled me for a few seconds, and then I raised myself on my tiptoes to leave a hard kiss on his mouth.

“Mwah,” it went, and then I cuddled close to him and brought my lips to his ear. “Next time you bring your friends, tell them they can touch.”

When I moved away from the embrace, I saw his wide open eyes gazing at me. “What did you expect? I’m a slut.” And I left another kiss on his mouth. As we was about to leave, I once again stopped him. “Woah there, not so fast. Always leave me a spank before you go.”

“Alright,” he chuckled before slapping my ass.

I blew him a kiss and went back to my gang.

“Uh-oh” Chris said as soon as he saw my face. “We got a wild Jade on the loose.” I jumped on him and kissed him passionately. He began holding me back as soon as I did. “Jade, what the hell are you doing! We can’t do this in class!”

“I don’t care,” I breathed,” I’m horny as fuck.”

I tried approaching the guys so they would touch me, but a strong grip took my arms and held them behind my back.

“Stop that,” Alex ordered as he restrained me.

Oh, he wasn’t helping at all. AT ALL. If he wanted me to calm down, restraining me in such a dominating manner while I was completely naked was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Come on, please” I asked. “I want you to touch me.” It was as if I didn’t even care about the principal’s warnings. That’s how mad I could become when my arousal was at it’s greatest. “Please, I need it…”

Ari chuckled.

Ari chuckled.

“I can see that,” he said, pointing to my wet pussy.

“Come on. There’s no one in the classroom right now. Let’s go inside the costume room. No one could see Alex and I when we were there…”

The guys considered the offer for a moment. In the end, the bulge in their pants decided for them.

“Alright” Alex said, dragging me forcefully to the costume room while Ari headed for the prop room.

As soon as Liang had locked the door, hands were all over me. They rubbed and grabbed and groped and fondled every part of my body. Not a single inch of my skin was free of palms and fingers exploring it. Simultaneously, the boys restrained me. Alex and Hugo put my arms behind my back and cuffed my wrists together with the handcuffs Ari had brought from the prop room. At the same time, Chris and Sodden put my ankles together and cuffed them too.

“Good,” Alex said as he began fondling my breasts alongside Isa. “She’s a wild one sometimes.”

Oh yeah. Restrain me, tame me, I thought. Things couldn’t be more hot. A single girl, nude, surrounded by clothed guys, was cuffed and fondled by them. I loved it when one guy touched me, but nothing, NOTHING could beat the feeling of seven pairs of hands all over me. I was such a slut. I was letting seven guys touch me at the same time. I was such a slut. And I loved it.

They took turns enjoying different parts of my body. One would finger me, the other would be leaving kisses on my butt cheeks after slapping them, another would kiss me on the lips, two would grope my boobs at the same time, etc… Not a single hand was left idle, all touched my body.

Isabel was right. I was very much into bondage. What I wanted was submission. I was their whore, and I loved it when they made me their whore. We kept at it for quite a while, until finally they made me orgasm. I collapsed in their arms, letting them hold me and touch my body more gently, more softly. Even after I orgasmed, they could keep touching me. There was no reason to refuse them that. After having recovered my energy, they uncuffed me, and we went out of the costume room as if nothing had happened to wait for the rest of the class’s return.

And thus even more days passed until, finally the most special day of the year came. At least for me. I was lucky, or, depending on how you see it, unlucky enough to be born a few days away from Christmas. The good thing that it entailed was that whenever my birthday was about, I was sure to be free that day. And since Alex and I had become best friends when we were seven, I had spent every single one of my birthdays at his house, alone with him. I had never been one for artifice and majesty, and a simple day spent alone with the one person I loved more than anything else in the world was more than enough for me. In any case, his birthday too was spent exactly the same way, with me in his house. Ours was a strong and unbreakable bond, and on this birthday, our respecting the same old tradition of being alone together proved that once again.

Things though, had changed greatly with time.

Before, we would both sit on the couch for the whole day and play video games. Later, it would become movies. But now all that had changed. We weren’t children anymore. He was a man, and I, a woman. Our way of spending time together had warped into something far more adult and beautiful. I have described how I was always nude in the presence of my gang, now. That fact also applied to when I was alone with Alex. Every single minute we spent together, I spent it in total nudity next to him. He was my man, after all. The man of the house, and I was his girl. It felt right that I should always be naked in his presence. Ours wasn’t a relationship of equality anymore. Had it ever been, I wonder? I had never held him in my arms as he cried, nor comforted him when doubts plagued his mind. Alex was warrior-like in every sense. HE was the one who had always looked after me. Even before I had discovered this ultra-feminine behavior which my one sided nudity channelled, I had been the vulnerable one in the relationship. Even back then, his figure was one of protection and often, even discipline, when he would scold me for stupid behavior. Stupid behavior which I’m afraid to say is quite defining of me. Isabel would not have been happy, but… Well, Alex and I were the perfect stereotype of the traditional, patriarchal gender roles.

He had always been the strong one, the confident one, the man to look after the vulnerable girl. And now, it had become exacerbated to the utmost level. Now I was always nude in his presence while he remained clothed. A direct and overt submission of the female who accepted an inferior and obedient role towards her man.

The only traditional thing I didn’t do was cook for him. I was more shit at it than I was shit at keeping my clothes on around my guy friends. Otherwise, I absolutely REVELED in indulging in that most sexist of relationships, this behavior that was a caricature of the so despised traditional gender roles which made women servants of men. I couldn’t even understand WHY. I was a feminist, every bit as much as Isabel! Were a day to come when the old patriarchal world of the 40’s and before would come back, I would’ve been the first to stand up and fight for the rights of my fellow women. The idea that women should be forced to serve men and be inferior to them made me sick, it made me disgusted. And yet…

Yet nothing gave me more pleasure than indulging in it… What the fuck was wrong with me?

In any case, it was my birthday, and I spent it in it’s proverbial suit, sexualised, objectified and submitting to my man. I sat next to him on the couch, watching a movie with him as his hands felt me up incessantly. He wouldn’t leave my tits alone.

Not that it was a bad thing at all…

“So,” he said. “It’s almost four o’ clock now and I still haven’t bought you a gift. It’s not a proper birthday if you don’t get a present.”

“I told you, I don’t care about presents.”

“You always say that yet that one time I forgot to buy you one you looked like a sad puppy for the whole day.”

“No I didn’t!”

“You even started crying at some point.”

I chuckled.

“That’s because I thought you stopped loving me. I thought it was your way of saying you didn’t want to be my friend anymore.”

He took my face in his hands with a smile.

“Silly girl. Of course I love you.” We kissed. Even though I gave my lips to all my guy friends, and had even given one to Ian now; it still felt far more special and rewarding with Alex. I was a little slut to all my guy friends, but Alex… Alex was my man. “So, what do you want me to buy for you?”

“Does it have to be something you buy? You sound like one of those Madmen characters from the 50’s, devout ultra capitalist types.”

“Alright, then it can be something I do for you. A favor. That can be a good gift, right?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Could be a change for once.”

“Alright then. Ask anything, and I’ll do it for you.”

I straightened up, excited.

“Really? So I can make you do anything I want? ANYTHING?”

“Unfortunately for me, yes.”

“Even make you watch a romantic movie with me?!” I squeaked. “I had an easier time convincing you not to shave your beard than make you watch a girl flick with me!”

He sighed.

“Uh-oh, I’m starting to regret this idea. You’re gonna make me suffer aren’t you?”

“I don’t get the chance often, I should jump on it…”

My smile was evil and scheming, but it soon evaporated into nothingness. A thought crossed my mind. I knew exactly what it was I wanted for my birthday.

“I know what I want to ask you.”

“Then ask.”

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