Part 55
I grinned at her. "You have a choice. If you say no, you only get it over your pretty head and on your chest. If you say yes, you get it on your breakfast as well."
"Yes," she replied quietly. Without even being told, she leaned back allowing the syrup to be poured over her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. After that was done, she sat back up and stayed motionless as I poured more into her hair. She licked at it as it fell down her face. I completed the show with some across her breakfast.
She whispered quick thank-you as I moved to Sheila.
"Oh no," she murmured as I approached her. Without another word, the bare blonde beauty allowed the same treatment. She looked up at me from her kneeling position.
"Sheila? Sweety? You want some on your pancakes?"
She nodded shyly.
"Beg."
"Beg?"
"Beg."
"Please? Master? A dirty slave begs for syrup on her breakfast." She fell into the begging role so easily, probably having been taught it by Mayer.
I finished with the tormented girl and moved to Jane. Jane just looked at me with her deep brown eyes. Pleading.
"Please. We haven't done anything. I'd like some syrup, but ... oh G.o.d." She gasped as the cold liquid ran over her head. I didn't bother with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s but just poured a bit extra over her hair, allowing it to drip onto her chest. I brushed her hair forward across her bare shoulders. I forced the girl to lick the syrup from my fingers that I'd gotten sticky from touching her head. I couldn't imagine the feeling of that. Being nude, helpless, and having syrup poured over you. Having to sit still. Jane's nipples had risen, but I'm not sure if that was due to the cold of the syrup, or something else.
I didn't make her beg, but simply finished off by pouring some over her food.
I stood and surveyed the girls. They looked a bit miserable on their knees and covered in syrup, but they knew better than to complain.
Jane saw me looking at her. "If I thought that I could take whatever punishment you'd give me, I swear I'd come over there and hug you for this. G.o.d. I'm sticky. You are going to let us shower after this, aren't you?"
"Maybe, if you are good and don't complain."
"G.o.d. Alright. I'll even tell you I like it if you let me shower."
"We'll see. Eat. Your breakfast is getting cold." The girls all began to pick apart their pancakes with their fingers. One advantage to this treatment was that they weren't worried about their fingers anymore, not concerned about getting sticky.
I sat back down.
"You want syrup?" I asked the only clean girl in the room.
"Oh G.o.d. Not me too. I cooked for you," Christi spoke softly, trying to get out of it. "Please?"
"Don't worry about it. I'm not going to cover you too." I reached forward and simply covered her breakfast in syrup. I watched as she carefully dug into her breakfast with her long fingers, popping pieces into her mouth and licking her fingers clean.
"Thank-you," Christi whispered. "I can't imagine what that must feel like."
"You still might find out."
"Oh G.o.d."
I finished up my breakfast and just watched the girls eat. Jane and Amy both asked for seconds and I indulged the sticky women. The pancakes slowly disappeared into their mouths. I allowed Jane and Amy to pour their own syrup on their second helping. They seemed grateful not to have to endure the food to skin contact once again.
"You girls are a mess," I joked with them. Jane just shot me a dirty look from her syrup streaked face. "Alright, on your feet. Put your dishes in the sink."
The girls scrambled to obey. I could see that the ones from the floor were fighting the instinct to wipe their skin, their faces, their bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Desperately wanting to clean themselves. I looked down where they had been. Syrup was evident all over the floor. All five girls stood awkwardly in front of the sink.
"Christi?"
"Yes sir?" she asked innocently.
"Hug them. All of them."
She paled. "You can't be serious."
"When was the last time I joked about you hugging another woman?"
"Please no."
"Christi?" I asked in a warning tone.
"You are going to let us shower, right?"
"Does it matter?"
She looked down and softly said, "No sir."
She turned and hesitantly placed her hands around Jane's neck, their bodies still far apart. She looked back at me, pleaded with her eyes. Not wanting to do this to herself. She finally took a deep breath and before she was ready, Jane helped her by grabbing her waist and forcing their bare bodies together. Christi yelped, and Jane actually laughed, rubbing her soiled skin against Christi.
"Thought you were going to get away without it?" Jane gaily asked her friend.
Christi just stepped away and ran her fingers across her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She licked at her fingers and smiled. "I guess not," she said ruefully.
She breathed in deeply and moved on, taking care with Sheila, but hugging each nude girl in turn until she was nearly as covered as they were. Her hair had escaped serious stickiness, but that was all.
"Alright. That's enough of that, as erotic as it was." I noticed that despite herself, Christi's nipples had managed to tighten during this skin on skin contact. Perhaps the food play had excited her as well.
"Kneel."
All the women dropped obediently to their knees.
"You all ready for a shower?"
They all nodded in unison. They were more than ready for a shower.
"Who's first?"
They all began to talk at once, wanting to be first.
"Alright. Quiet. Elizabeth, Sheila, and Amy. Go on. Cold water. I don't want to get up there to a steamy bathroom. Got it? Make it quick."
Elizabeth spoke up. "Please, master? Can we please use hot water. At least cool water?"
I turned to the girl. "Elizabeth? Would you prefer if I put you back in that hog-tie for the rest of the day? Without a shower?"
She paled. "No sir. We'll use cold. Please."
I reconsidered. Syrup was going to be d.a.m.n hard to get out of their hair without hot water. And I didn't want them sticky and dirty all day.
"Wash each other, and you can use hot water to wash yourselves. Okay? Cold to rinse. But I want you shivering when you get out. And I don't want you in there all day. Understand?"
Elizabeth nodded mutely. Afraid to say anything further.
"Thank you," Sheila whispered as she pushed herself to her bare feet.
I watched as the girls filed out of the kitchen. I hoped that they managed to get to the bathroom before they dripped that syrup all over the carpet. Otherwise I might have to punish them.
"Alright, you two," I addressed the remaining girls. "Dishes."
Christi sprang to her feet and began to run the water into the sink. I watched the naked girls as they washed and dried and cleaned up. The syrup was still dripping out of Jane's matted brown hair, down her back and even down her legs. She seemed uncomfortable, but she knew that she was going to get to wash soon and she didn't complain. This punishment wasn't severe enough to warrant complaints and she knew it. Christi was just lightly coated.
I stopped Jane as she bent to clean up the floor. The floor was going to get more syrup on it before it got cleaned. I'd get Amy to do it later. Maybe with her tongue.
They finished quickly and knelt back at my feet, their faces upturned expectantly. They probably hoped that I was going to release them to the shower.
Instead, I leaned back in my chair and gazed at the beautiful sticky girls. After a few minutes, they shifted uncomfortably and Jane spoke.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Can we please shower? I. I'm so dirty." Her hand reached up and touched her hair. She grimaced as her fingers came away sticky. She was covered in the syrup. It was dripping off her body.
"Soon. I want you to do something for me first."
Christi spoke. "We'll do it. Whatever it is. Please."
Chapter 106.
I picked up the jug of syrup again and approached Christi. She paled. I guided her body up. She remained on her knees on the tile, but she wasn't back on her haunches.
"Please. You don't have to do this. I. Christ, that's cold." I upturned the syrup over her blonde mane, matting it to her head. She coughed as the liquid flowed into her protesting mouth.
I bent behind her and poured some more over her calves and feet.
"Lie down."
"Please no."
"Christi?" That warning tone came out again.
The frightened girl lay herself down on the tile, syrup was gathering in the small natural pool at the base of her neck. She was covered. I carefully poured a small amount through her pubic hair and into her belly b.u.t.ton and left her lying on her back, softly crying. She struggled to lie still.
I glanced at Jane. She shuddered, but stayed still as I poured a little more over her pretty head. I poured a bit more along her calves and then put the jug on the table. I slipped a pair of handcuffs around Jane's unresisting wrists pinning her hands behind her back. I had Christi rise to her knees and repeated the cuffing procedure. I sat back down and regarded the miserable girls.
Jane looked up at me, trying to blink away the new syrup that was streaming down her face.
"Why, master? What have we done?"
"Nothing Janey. Absolutely nothing."
"Then why?"
"Do you have any idea what you two look like?"
"Pathetic?"
"s.e.xy as all h.e.l.l."
"Thank-you. I think."
"Listen. You two are pretty covered with sticky stuff, aren't you?"
They nodded. Still miserable.
"Well, I don't want to get it on the carpet."
"So you are going to let us shower?" Jane asked hopefully.
"Eventually. Unless you fail."
"Fail in what?" She didn't look happy to be asking this question.
"Are there carpets on the way to the shower?"
"Of course there are."
"How are you going to get from point kitchen to point bathroom without dirtying the carpet?"
"Run fast?" Jane asked hopefully.
"Let's a.s.sume that you are crawling. Through the dining room and entertainment room."
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