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The next morning you woke up and stretched, feeling refreshed. Or at least you tried to. Something was in the way. You tried to move and then looked at yourself. Soft pink cuffs were locked around your wrists and ankles. Little chains, about a foot long, were between your wrists and between your ankles. A strap connected your ankle chains to the foot of the bed. Another strap connected your wrists to the head of the bed.

You knew that, as a bought wife, bondage was likely in your future. You’d almost be disappointed if I took you to bed without tying you to it. But you didn’t anticipate waking up in restraints like this without warning.

There wasn’t much you could do about it, though. You tested the bonds, tugging on them and trying to see if you could open the cuffs. No good. They were snugly fastened on your wrists and ankles and locked securely. You had a little room to shift around in your bed, but not much. You couldn’t touch yourself, unfortunately. You experimentally tried to rub your princess parts against the mattress, but didn’t have much luck getting stimulation. Eventually you settled for just resting, your eyes closed, and wondering about your strange new life.

You were there for about half an hour before Alpha came in. She was wearing a tight red miniskirt, red high heels, a red underbust corset and a black button-up blouse underneath. She asked if you slept well. She addressed you as “babygirl.” Then she said she knew that a little girl like you must be hungry. She unbuttoned her blouse down to the top of the corset and let her huge tits fall out. She leaned down low over you on the bed. You tried to move away, but your restraints held you fast. You couldn’t escape. She pressed her tits on either side of your face. You felt the warm, soft flesh completely covering your face. You couldn’t breathe. She stayed like that for ten long seconds as you started to squirm desperately in your restraints.

Finally she pulled back. You sucked in a desperate breath and then asked her to let you go. She laughed and said you needed to do something first. Then she would let you out of bed. You said you desperately needed to pee. She said that then you better hurry.

She leaned down close again. This time she didn’t smother you. Instead, the stiff nipple of her right breast dangled against your lips. You tried to turn your head away. She said she could always leave and come back in an hour. You whimpered. You hesitated. Then when she started to stand up and turn away, you cried out that you would do it.

She made you call her Mommy. She made you ask “Mommy, may I suck on your breasts?” Only then did she let you take her nipple in your mouth. It quickly became clear that her breasts are extremely sensitive erogenous zones for her. She gave you instructions on what to do and what not to do. Every time you ran your tongue along her nipple she shivered in delight.

You were ready to be done long before she was. It was surprisingly tiring work. Finally, finally she pulled her nipple out of your mouth. She praised you, called you a good girl. You were so eager to be let out of your restraints.

Then she put her other nipple in your mouth and made you do it all over again. She insisted on equal treatment for both.

Your mouth felt exhausted by the time Alpha was finally done. She tucked her gigantic breasts into her button-up blouse, then strained to button it up again. You asked her to let you up. She looked at you for a long, silent moment with an evil smirk on her face and you wondered if she would walk away and leave you trapped. Then she made you say “Mother, may I” again. Finally she released your restraints and let you go to the bathroom.

Then it was time for breakfast. You joined Alpha and Beta. Beta was wearing a blue backless minidress that threatened to expose her entire butt. She also wore matching heels. You were still wearing just your little pink panties and “babygirl” t-shirt. You felt out of place. Underdressed. Intimidated by these beautiful, sharply dressed women who towered over you in their high heels.

You were relieved to see that everything else in the room looked normal. Table, chairs, plates, food. Hopefully the humiliation was over. It was just some initial hazing of a new girl, a joke that went on too long. Now you can get to know your sister wives and prepare for my return.

Shy at first, you listened to Alpha and Beta chat. Then you tried to get involved in the conversation, to learn more about your sister wives. They giggled and said you were being cute. Such a silly little girl. Don’t interrupt while the grown-ups are talking. You felt upset and humiliated.

That’s when Beta leaned over and tickled your side as you were raising a glass of orange juice to your lips. You laughed and squealed and splashed orange juice all over the front of your t-shirt. You were mortified.

Alpha and Beta shook their heads at you, clearly disapproving. They lectured you on how you needed to act like a big girl if you were going to sit at the big girl’s table. Almost before you knew it, your t-shirt was gone and Beta was cleaning you with a washcloth. She paid extra close attention to your breasts, slowly rubbing and squeezing your breasts with the warm, damp cloth, making sure to give each nipple a firm pinch.

Alpha told you that since you couldn't handle an adult glass like a big girl, that you would need to use sippy cups.

You had it. You lost your temper. You yelled at them. You insisted that you were a grown woman. A smart, tough, capable woman with a college degree. You were ready to take on the world. You demanded respect. You demanded to be treated like an adult.

You were so angry you stamped your foot on the floor and clenched your fists.

Then you realized two tall, scary women were looming over you.

Alpha grabbed you by the hair. She sat down and pulled you over her lap. She asked Beta to grab a wooden spoon. You kicked your legs and screamed. You said that you would not accept being spanked. You said they wouldn’t dare!

Then the first blow landed on your bottom. You were so surprised you nearly choked. It hurt! You had nothing to cushion the blow but your thin panties.

Again. And again. Alpha kept laying down forceful smacks with the wooden spoon, striking first one butt cheek, then the other. Beta helped to hold you down.

Twenty swats later, it finally stopped. Your butt felt like it was on fire. The humiliation was worse. Your equals were treating you like a weakling with no rights and no voice. Like a child.

Alpha snapped at you to stand in the corner. You quickly got off her lap. You looked her in the eye and almost cussed her out. Then you saw the determined look on her face and she lifted the wooden spoon threateningly.

Cowed, you scurried over to the nearest corner. You stood there and looked at the wall, not wanting to make eye contact with the fully clothed women that had just humiliated you. But that wasn’t good enough. You yelped when there was a quick, relatively light blow on your bottom. Alpha made you move closer to the corner. She even put a quarter on the wall and made you hold it in place with your nose. She warned you not to let it fall. You could guess what would happen to your poor butt if it failed. She also made you cross your wrists behind your back.

You stood there awkwardly as the women resumed eating and chatting casually with each other. They acted as if you weren’t even there. It was so humiliating to be punished in this way, completely naked except for your little pink panties.

It felt like an eternity when they let you out of the corner. They told you that since you were naughty, you wouldn’t get any more breakfast. You were annoyed by that, but didn’t think it was a good idea to yell at them again.

Beta took you to your room and gave you some clothes. She commented on what a naughty little girl you were, running around in just your panties. Big girls wore clothes. You tried to protest that they made you wear the t-shirt and panties, and they took the t-shirt away. When Beta archly asked if you were talking back, you decided to change your tune and go along with what she wanted.

Beta had you wear a little yellow sundress, white knee-high socks and Mary Janes and matching yellow cotton panties. You asked for a bra. She laughed at you and told you that you were too little. You looked at your breasts and blushed. You wanted to protest and explain you had every right to a bra, but her weird comments just kept you off balance.. She put your hair in pigtails. Then she gave you a coloring book and colored pencils and said they would come back for you later. She then took some pink fake leather cuffs and locked them on you. Two on your wrists. Two on your ankles. In both cases, a short chain connected them, giving you a little freedom of movement but not much. You protested, saying the restraints weren’t necessary. Beta just smiled and told you that the cuffs were to keep you safe, so you wouldn’t wander off and get into trouble. She said they’d come back for you later. Then she left.

So there you were, in a boring, almost empty room. You sat there for some minutes. You tried to look around the room for anything interesting you might have missed, but you were limited to short, halting steps. You had to move slowly and carefully so you wouldn’t trip yourself and fall. You tried to fiddle with the cuffs, but they were locked on securely. No escape there.

You stared at the cover of the coloring book. You had adult friends that insisted coloring was a very soothing activity. You always felt a little weird about it. That coloring was an activity for little girls, not grown women.

You stared at the cover of the coloring book.

You were so freaking bored.

Finally you gave in. You lay awkwardly on the floor, pulled the colored pencils close, and opened the book.

You were startled by what you saw. This was definitely an adult coloring book. Every page showed beautiful women, often in some elegant, exotic or just plain sexy outfit. But it wasn’t just that. Every image was very kinky.

There was a girl in a very revealing french maid uniform, bending down low and dusting a shelf. Her wrists and ankles were in cuffs very much like yours.

Another page showed a girl in a leopard print bikini, tied spreadeagled outdoors between two trees.

Another showed a girl in a beautiful dress and very high heels, her hand in her gentleman’s arm. But a corner of the page showed what she looked like under the dress. She had a running vibrator inside her, and a tight crotch rope tied in place. Rubber bands were tight around the base of her nipples.

Another showed a girl in short shorts and a sports bra, straining in a tight hogtie.

You quickly flipped through the book. Every single page was like that. Hot girls were all over the place, getting bound, gagged, spanked, teased and otherwise put through rough kinky treatment.

You threw the book against the wall. What kind of weird joke was this? What sort of pervert did they think you were?

You got back into a sitting position. You waited.

You looked around to see if there was any clock in the room, even though you knew there wasn’t. You waited.

You sighed. You were so bored. Resignedly, you went to get the book back. Rather than struggle to get to your feet and risk tripping, you moved the short distance on hands and knees.

You let out a startled cry as the door slammed open. Alpha was there. She teased you about being unladylike - the hem of your skirt riding up as you crawled, showing off your panties. She sweetly asked if you were enjoying the coloring book. You blushed, looking at the book. You weren’t sure what was worse. Being embarrassed that you hadn’t even started coloring, being embarrassed about the explicit scenes in the book, or being angry that they were putting you through this humiliating scenario.

Alpha explained that she thought you might be getting thirsty. She announced that she had a sippy cup of apple juice for you, then she put it on the floor beside you. You complained that you were perfectly capable of using a regular glass. She asked if you needed more corner time. You shut up.

She left again. You waited a minute or two, but it was clear she wasn’t coming back quickly, and the room wasn’t any more exciting than it had been so far.

You settled down and started coloring. You decided you might as well go through the pages in order. You started with the slutty french maid. Black for the maid uniform, that was easy. There were some books on a bookshelf. You gave them a variety of colors. Then you got to the soft, fake leather cuffs on the girl’s wrists and ankles.

You hesitated. Why did they have to give you such a perverted coloring book? This was embarrassing!

You took the easy way out and colored her cuffs pink, like your own.

For some reason you felt a bit of a tingle between your legs. You pressed your thighs together and decided to ignore it. It would pass.