Sylvia cut the tape from in front of my mouth so I could eat, I smiled at her.

"Thank you, Syl," I said meekly, "Thank you. I mean it."

"You're not angry with us?" Claire raised an interested eyebrow as she unwrapped a sandwich.

"Oh no," I cooed, "I... well, I was, at first, but I see now that I kind of deserve this. I mean, it's terribly embarassing and all, but after being stupid enough to lose all my clothes like that, I guess I sort of depend on you girls to take care of me. And you are taking care of me, you know. If it means I have to put up with a little bondage and-and other things, well I guess I deserve it," I looked at Mavis meaningfully as I said this, "I've learned that now."

"Well what a charming speech!" Smiling, Mavis walked over and kissed me full on the lips, tweaking one of my nipples with a sly finger as she did so, "But don't think you're getting off the hook, Little One. As far as the rest of us are concerned, you're still the Slave Girl until we finish this trip."

"Right!" Claire chimed in, "And so you don't forget it, you can start now by eating out of my hand," She held out part of her sandwich at knee level. "C'mon, crawl!"

Blushing furiously, raging within, I nonetheless dropped submissively to my knees and began shuffling forward as best I could with my hampered arms and taped torso. But just then, Sylvia piped up:

"I have a better idea! For being such a good little Slave, our Patty should get to eat off a dish. And I've got just the dish for her!"

Smiling, she slipped in between me and Claire, her back to me, and suddenly dropped her trousers! I suddenly found myself staring straight at her black-silkpantied ass. But before I could move, she took the sandwich from Claire and gigglingly stuck it down the back of her panties.

"There's your dish, Slave!" She smirked, wiggling her shapely tush in my lovely face, "Eat hearty, now; Every crumb!"

More humiliated than ever, blinking back tears of shame and frustration, I obeyed. It was awful! Try as I might to pull the sandwich out with my teeth, it kept slipping down into the seat of Sylvia's panties, and I had to burrow for it with my lips and tongue, which would have been difficult enough just without arms, but as my head and neck were still tightly taped, it was

nearly impossible. As I managed to get the thing into

my mouth at last, crumbs dropped into the crotch of the black silk garment, and Sylvia insisted that I lick every last one of them out!

But wretched as I felt, I still remembered my plan to stay on the girls' good side, so when I at last finished my mortifying task, I managed to smile sweetly up at the little tart and chirp,

"Thank you,

Mistress!"

"Good girl!" Mavis applauded, "You are learning, aren't you Sweet? Tell you what: For being so nice, we'll let you finish the trip without gagging you again!"

"Oh, thank you, Mistress," I made myself say.

"But you must keep smiling like that," Claire added her own stipulation, "If we get any indication that you're not absolutely enjoying yourself, I'll make up a special gag for you out of yesterday's panties. Understand, Dear?" Somehow, I forced myself to smile even wider. "Oh yes, Mistress!"

With my mouth ungagged, the next few hours went much more easily. I was almost used to the awkwardness of doing without arms by now, and though my embarassment at my unclad state and silly bondage predicament was still as awful as ever, I managed to keep that submissive smile on my red, pouty lips all afternoon. that is, until we reached the edge of a clearing, and Mavis suddenly stopped us short.

area.

"Look!" She said, pointing out towards the open

I stared along with the rest of the girls, wondering what Mavis found so interesting. In the clearing, about half a mile distant, there was an impressive house, a large, patrician looking thing, sparkling with fresh paint and new shingles, but obviously built some time ago and built to last. Beside the house, there was a small stable and one or two animal pens, and behind it,

a new gravel road stretched off into the woods, but beyond being surprised at seeing such a place along our supposedly isolated trail, I could not figure the reason for her gape of amazement.

"So it's a house. What's the big deal?" Sylvia voiced the question for me.

"No big deal, Darling," Mavis replied archly, "It's just that that's where we were supposed to spend the night tonight!"

"There!" Claire gasped herself now, "But you said

it was--"