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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
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Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this
notice attached. The author may be contacted at normdeploom@hotmail.com
All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any resemblance
to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
Our New Toy
Part 02
By
Norm DePloom
normdeploom@hotmail.com
I pulled into a parking space and turned off the car. Sitting back in my
seat I looked in the mirror.
"God, Nancy, you should see how wet she is." I kept my gaze on the rearview
mirror aimed at Patsy's crotch. Nancy hooked her right index finger under
the edge of Patsy's skirt and, pulling it up slightly, tilted her head and
looked.
"She sure is,-" Nancy replied as a new flow of tears working their way down
Patsy's cheeks. "-and I see what you mean about being able to smell her."
As Patsy blushed and cried, I exited from the car and after walking around
to the passenger side, opened the door and offered Nancy my hand. After
helping Nancy from the car I extended my hand for Patsy.
When Patsy didn't take my hand, I bent over and looked into the car. Patsy
was setting, hunched over, her hands clasped together in her lap, sobbing.
I stepped into the car with my left foot and sat beside Patsy with my right
foot still on the ground.
"You sure do like to cry, don't you?" I asked as I wiped some of the tears
from her cheeks.
"No." Patsy sniffed. "I don't like to cry."
"Then why, for gods sake, are you? You shouldn't cry so much, people might
think you don't really want to do these things"
"I don't!" Patsy almost shouted.
"Oh please,-" I responded sarcastically. "-you're so wet I could probably
get a baseball bat inside you." I could see the shocked look on her
blushing face.
"I shouldn't have to do these things." She continued to cry, but the sobs
calmed down. "I should be able to make up my own mind about these things."
"Patsy,-" I said sympathetically, but sternly as I continued wiping her
tears. "-you are eighteen years old now, and you will be graduating from
high school in a few days." I pulled her clasped hands apart. "Don't cover
yourself like that." I reminded her placing her hands by her sides. "You
really need to learn that 'should' and shouldn't' are meaningless words." I
got a tissue from the glove compartment and finished drying her cheeks.
"'Are' and 'will' are the only words you need to concern yourself with. You
are going to do everything we tell you to, and you will continue to do so.
Do you know why?"
"No." Patsy answered shaking her head.
"Three reasons,-" I said taking her hand and helping her out of the car
after me. "-First because your Master and Mistress want you to. Second,
because you also want to. Even though you don't know it yet. And finally
because if you don't you will be punished." By now Patsy was standing up
with her back to the car with Nancy and I facing her penning her against the
car.
"And trust me-" I continued brushing her hair back form her forehead. "-if
you don't like what's happening to you now..." I smiled at Patsy "...you're
really going to hate the punishment you receive." Patsy swallowed a couple
of times; apparently trying to imagine what kinds of punishment I was
talking about.
"Now, toy, put your hands behind your back." Nancy took over again. "Hold
one hand in the other." She continued. "Just pretend that your hands are
tied behind your back and you will do fine."
"Shoulder's back." I chimed in. "We really want your pretty tits to be
well displayed." Her now almost perpetual blush deepened and the tears began
to flow again.
"Whenever you are standing up, and we haven't told you to do anything else
with your hands, you will hold them behind your back like you are now."
Nancy finished her instructions. We assumed our positions on each side of
Patsy and began to walk her into the restaurant.
"I think I'll call you 'Ancillula'" I announced to Patsy just as we reached
the door.
"Ancillula?" Nancy asked looking at me quizzically. "What does 'Ancillula'
mean?"
"It's Latin." I grinned at Patsy. "It means 'little slave girl'." Patsy's
blush almost lit up the darkened restaurant as I told the host "Booth for
three please."
Once we were seated, during those long minutes between receiving our glasses
of water and someone showing up to take our order, Nancy continued
instructing your new toy.
"Pull you skirt up in back so your bare skin is on the booth seat." Patsy
showed only brief hesitation before complying. "Now, spread your legs." We
each put a hand on the knee nearest us and pulled gently. Patsy resisted at
first, then she relaxed and her legs spread.
"You know you're supposed to keep your legs open all the time." Nancy
continued. "Now open your hands and slide them behind the small of your back
with the palms facing the back of the booth." Patsy did as she was
instructed. The tears had stopped, but now her blushing was accompanied by
a sullen look. I could almost see her making the decision to 'put up' with
whatever she had to until she could get away from us.
"Like when your standing up, just pretend that they are tied behind your
back and you will do fine." Nancy arranged the Patsy's blouse so it draped
better on her outthrust breasts. "Whenever you are sitting down you will
assume this position. Unless we tell you otherwise of course."
Once we had Patsy properly positioned we proceeded to ignore her as we
discussed our plans for a dinner party the following day. Patsy made
several attempts to speak, but we just shut her up and continued to ignore
her.
"I have to go to the bathroom." She finally said in a very soft voice when
there was a break in our conversation.
"When your Mistress is ready to go to the ladies room she will take you." I
informed her. "Now be quite unless you are spoken to." Nancy put off going
to the women's room until Patsy was almost squirming with her need to
relieve herself.
The waiter finally arrived. Nancy and I ordered then dismissed the waiter
without ordering anything for Patsy. As the waiter left Nancy winked at me
then got up from her seat.
"Come on, Ancillula, -" She said taking Patsy by the arm. "- it's time to go
potty." I watched as Nancy and Patsy walked away from the table. I had a
beautiful view of Patsy's bare butt for three or four steps before her
skirt slipped down to cover it.
Nancy
I took Patsy into the ladies restroom, and then accompanied her into the
stall. She stood looking at me questioningly as I stood in front of her
holding the door open.
"Don't just stand there." I told her. "Sit down and pee." Patsy blushed
and looked around in confusion, then finally sat down on the toilet.
Nothing happened. "What's the matter, I thought you had to go?"
"I'm sorry." Patsy looked up at me with tears once again streaming down her
cheeks. "I can't go with you standing there watching me." I put my hand
under her chin and held her head up while I stroked her hair.
"You better learn." I told her. "Because the next time you have to pee my
husband is going to be watching you." The hurt/humiliated/embarrassed look
on her face made me smile. "So, while you are working on relaxing and
letting it flow,-" I said slipping my hand inside the blouse. "-I'll take
advantage of the opportunity to get to know you a little better." Patsy's
breast was firm and warm to the touch. I could feel her nipple hardening
under my palm. I pushed Patsy's legs further apart and, squatting in front
of her, unbuttoned her blouse.
"You take as long as you need to." I instructed taking one of her breasts in
each hand. "I'm enjoying the wait." I leaned forward and sucked her left
nipple into my mouth. My own excitement skyrocketed. This was my first
experience with another female and it was better than I had dreamed. Patsy
moaned as I moved my mouth to her other nipple, then I heard the tinkling of
her pee in the toilet. When the sound stopped I pulled my mouth back from
Patsy's nipple and looked at my handiwork. Her nipples and the large dark
aureoles that surrounded them were crinkled and hard. I pulled a sheet of
tissue from the dispenser and, reaching between Patsy's wide spread legs,
wiped the moister from her crotch.
"Ok," I said standing up and pulling Patsy from the toilet. "it's time to go
back to the table." I gave her a pat on the cheek. I'll have to wait until
later to finish molesting you. Pulling her behind me we walked back to the
table.
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As I watched as Nancy, pulling Patsy behind her, walk across the restaurant
to our table I noticed that Patsy's blouse was unbuttoned and the nipples on
her swaying breasts were playing peek-a-boo with the restaurant patrons.
Nancy paused and pushed Patsy into the booth ahead of her. I watched as
Nancy reminded her to lift her skirt and to place her hands behind her back.
"You were in there so long,-" I said teasingly. "-I was afraid you had
decided to deflower her without me there." I noticed that Patsy was moving
her shoulders forward trying to get the unbuttoned blouse to close in front.
"Sit up strait." I ordered her loudly. Patsy jumped then looked at me
pleadingly. Just then the waiter arrived with plates of food for Nancy and
I. As we ate, we would occasionally feed Patsy a forkful of food from our
plates.
"Ancillula has the most marvelous nipples." Nancy stated matter of factly as
she fed her a bite of stake.
"Yes, I can see that." I said looking closely at her breasts.
"The feel of them hardening in my mouth was wonderful." I doubt if I had
ever seen Nancy so excited before.
"I can't wait to try them myself." I said grinning at Patsy.
"You'll just have to wait your turn." Nancy said, the she stuck her tongue
out at me and we both laughed. Patsy looked at each of us, back and forth,
her face redder than ever.
"Ancillula,-" Nancy said putting her arm around Patsy's shoulders. "-tell
your master what happened to you in the ladies room." Patsy stared at Nancy
and shook her head in horror. "Tell him." Nancy repeated in a sterner tone
of voice.
"You..." Patsy started then hesitated. "...You touched me."
"Aren't you forgetting something? How are you supposed to address us?"
"You touched me, Mistress." Patsy replied after a brief hesitation.
"Well, come on, let's have some details." Nancy encouraged her. "Where did
I touch you?"
"You touched my breasts, Mistress." Patsy answered in a low voice looking
down at her lap.
"What did I touch you with?" Nancy prompted.
"Your hands, Mistress." Patsy answered.
"And what else?
"With your mouth, Mistress."
"What, exactly, did I do with my mouth?"
"You su-" Patsy paused for a long moment. It was obvious that it was not
going to be easy for her to tell me this. "You sucked on my nipples,
Mistress." She finally finished.
"Very good, Ancillula, and where, exactly, were you while I sucked on your
nipples?"
"Sitting on the toilet, Mistress." Patsy spoke in such a low voice I could
barely hear her.
"Did you enjoy it?" Nancy asked. "If you lie I'll take that blouse off of
you and make you walk out of the restaurant naked from the waist up." Nancy
warned before Patsy answered. We sat and waited in silence.
"Yes, Mistress." We finally heard her answer quietly. "I enjoyed it."
"She was so wet when I wiped her I could hardly believe it." Nancy said
looking over at me. "And it wasn't from pee either." Nancy looked back at
Patsy. "Was it?"
"No Mistress."
--
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
Norm DePloom
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