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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.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't
read it.
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 01-04
By
Norm DePloom
normdeploom@hotmail.com
Nancy road in silence as I drove home.
"What's on your mind?" I asked reaching over and giving her knee a
squeeze. She smiled and chuckled.
"I was just thinking about Patsy." She replied scooting over closer
to me.
"She turned out to have quite a body on her didn't she?" I asked
letting my hand wander up from Nancy's knee to her inner thigh.
"I'm not really surprised by her figure." Nancy relaxed her legs and
welcomed my hand. "I was thinking more about the way you and Greg
took off her bathing suit." It was my turn to chuckle.
Nancy and I had spent the warm spring afternoon skinny-dipping at a
secluded bend in the river with a group of our friends. Since we
were married and in college we became the official 'adult
supervision' for trips to the river made up of mostly younger friends
who were still in high school.
The incident Nancy was referring to happened shortly after we had
arrived at our favorite 'swimming hole' on the river. By the time
Patsy had removed her ultra modest outer clothing to reveal her
extremely modest two-piece bathing suit the rest of us were
frolicking in the water, buck-naked. Despite the cajoling and please
of the entire group she refused to take off her bathing suite.
I smiled and my cock began to harden as I remembered Greg and I
walking over to where she was wading in knee-deep water. Without
asking her permission, or giving her a chance to protest, we removed
her bathing suite. To our great surprise she did not try to stop us,
or fight us off.
Her only reaction was to blush, and try to cover herself with her
hands. And what a blush it was, she turned red clear down to the
tops of her exposed breasts. Greg and I confiscated her bathing
suite, and her cloths, just to make sure she did not put them back
on. We probably did not need to. Even thought she spent the entire
afternoon blushing and trying to hide parts of her self, she did not
ask for her clothes back, nor make any protest about the way she was
being treated.
"I can tell you were impressed with her figure." Nancy committed
giving my rapidly hardening cock a squeeze.
"Non of the males could take their eyes off her." I said in my own
defense.
"Nor could half the females." Nancy conceded as she spread her legs
and allowed my fingers to push the crotch of her bathing suite aside.
"I think she just might be the one."
"What do you mean?" I asked giving her a quick quizzical look while
my fingers explored the moist warmth of her exposed cunt.
"Oh come on know." Nancy looked at me with amazement. "Exactly what
have we spent almost every waking minute of the last three months
talking about?" The light came on like somebody turning up a dimmer
instead of throwing a swithch.
"Oh, that." Nancy shook her head in disbelieve then scooted down and,
leaning her head back on the headrest with her eyes closed, spread
her legs even further. Nancy was always horny after an afternoon of
skinny-dipping at the river.
"How would she be perfect?" I asked as my fingers explored deeper
into Nancy's welcoming cunt. "She's almost painfully shy. She' very
religious, goes to church with her parents every Sunday."
"Oooh, yes. Don't stop." Nancy began to rock her hips in time with
my fingers. "That's what makes her perfect." She pushed the leg of
my swimsuit aside and began to stroke my bare cock.
"From what I saw this afternoon I'm convinced that if we just act
dominate towards her she'll end up going along with whatever we
want." Nancy continued. " As long as we just do it and not ask her,
or allow her protests to stop us. Can't you just imagine her
standing in front of us naked and blushing clear down to her nipples
as we have her do things she knows are wrong." My cock twitched in
Nancy's hand "Yes I see that you can imagine it." She chuckled.
"I wonder if she's a virgin?"
"Oooh god, yes dear, right there. God you know how to touch me. Yes
she is a virgin." Nancy opened her eyes and grinned at me. "Don't
worry sweet heart, you can be her first." She laid her head back on
the headrest and closed her eyes again. "Oh god." Nancy's hips
began to convulse pushing her cunt hard against my hand. "And she
can be my first." She finished as her orgasm swept her away.
Once we got home we spent the rest of the night discussing how we
would take control of Patsy, and what we would do to her, and force
her to do once we had that control. Our plotting was constantly
interrupted by our mutual need to fuck each other silly.
We put our plans into operation the following afternoon. The next
day was Saturday and we had already invited Patsy over for lunch and
a movie. Patsy lived near by and was one of the few people who had a
key to our apartment so she let herself in. Nancy and I were setting
at the dining room table reading.
"No, no, this just won't do." Nancy said standing up and walking
across the room to Patsy.
"What are you doing?" Patsy asked displaying considerable distress as
Nancy, without explanation, began unbuttoning Patsy's blouse.
"You just be quite..." Nancy instructed. After pulling Patsy's
blouse down her arms Nancy unfastened Patsy's bra and pulled it off.
"...and wait here while I get you something more appropriate to
wear." Nancy finished as she left the room carrying Patsy's blouse
and bra, leaving Patsy standing in front of me, bare from the waist
up. I stared at her fine breasts admiring both her hardening nipples
and her blush, which seemed to extend clear down to the waistband of
her skirt.
"You have quite beautiful breasts." I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Her blush intensified to the point where she was almost glowing.
Patsy lifted her arms to cover herself.
"No." I commanded loudly. Patsy stared at me in confusion, but
lowered her arms again.
"Wh-what are you d-doing to me." She asked, her eyes cast down to the
floor so she would not have to see me staring at her.
"We just want to make sure you're dressed properly for the occasion."
I answered, standing up and walking around her.
"Please, don't look at me." Patsy begged, still not looking up from
the floor. Her whole upper body and face glowed with her
embarrassment. Her nipples were crinkled and hard, and my cock grew
noticeably in my trousers. I stopped facing her only a foot or two
in front of her.
"Why shouldn't I look at you?" I asked not taking my eyes from her.
"I looked at your naked body yesterday." Patsy's whole body trembled
like a small, frightened animal caught in a car's headlights.
"Th-that w-was dif-different" She stuttered as she started to raise
her arms and cover her breasts once again.
"It was different because you were traipsing around in front of
everybody naked?" I asked her as I reached out and took her by the
wrists stopping her from covering herself. She whimpered as I forced
her arms back down to her sides.
"No." she said so low I could hardly hear her. "That's not why it
was different." I looked over Patsy's bare shoulder and smiled at
Nancy who had been in the room several minutes watching my
interaction with Patsy. Nancy moved around to where Patsy could see
her.
"Now, Now," Nancy said sympathetically wiping the tears from Patsy's
cheeks. "You have very beautiful breasts Patsy..." Nancy continued to
talk as she helped patsy into the blouse she had picked out for her.
"..and we have to make sure that we can see and enjoy them." Nancy
'accidentally' brushed her hands across Patsy's nipples several times
while she helped her put on the blouse, Nancy buttoned the blouse for
Patsy stopping with the button just below her breasts.
"Now..." Nancy finished up turning Patsy around so she could see
herself in the mirror. "...isn't that much better." The blouse Nancy
had selected was of thin clingy see-through material that appeared to
be not much more than wisps of smoke clinging to Patsy's breasts.
The effect was more sexual, more obscene than having her breasts
naked. New tears began to flow down Patsy's cheeks as she looked at
herself in the mirror.
"Please..." She begged burying her head against Nancy's shoulder.
"...I can't go out in public wearing this." I could tell from
Nancy's smile that she was just as pleased as I that Patsy was
begging us not to make her wear the blouse, not refusing to wear it.
"Oh, but Patsy, you must wear it." Patsy looked at her in confusion.
"How else could we enjoy looking at your gorgeous tits." Patsy's
blush returned, visible on her face, down her neck, and even through
the blouse spreading across her breasts.
"Not to mention you outstanding nipples." I added as we turned Patsy
and, one of us holding onto each of her arms walked her toward the
door.
Once outside we walked, rather strolled, slowly past the swimming
pool where all the 'young studs' hanging out there could get a good
eyeful of Patsy's breasts. Patsy's blush just continued growing
brighter and spreading over more of her body.
One of the topics Nancy and I had discussed the night before was
Patsy's ability to blush so spectacularly. We did not want to 'blow
her blush fuse' and ruin her ability to put on such a great display
of shame and humiliation.
When we got to the car I opened the passenger side door for Nancy, as
I always did.
"You sit in the middle." Nancy said to Patsy, then we both waited
patiently as she climbed into the car. Nancy followed her in then I,
after closing her door walked around the car and climbed in on the
driver's side. As I pulled into traffic heading for the restaurant
were we were going to eat lunch Nancy and I both let our hands rest
casually on Patsy' thighs. Despite her crying and begging I could
feel the heat of sexual excitement radiating from her crotch an inch
or two away from my wrist.
"Please..." Patsy asked, without much convection, placing a hand on
each of our wrists. "...don't touch me there." Nancy removed her
left hand from Patsy's thigh, turned toward Patsy then after putting
her left arm around Patsy's shoulders so the fingers of her left hand
almost touched Patsy's left nipple, put her right hand back on
Patsy's thigh even closer to her crotch.
"You know, Patsy, there is something I forgot about back at the
apartment." Patsy was obviously afraid to ask what Nancy had
forgotten. "We really need to have you take off your panties."
Patsy's mouth opened and closed several times before she managed to
speak.
"Oh god, I can't take my panties off." Was all she said.
"Of course you can." Nancy spoke softly into her ear. "All you have
to do is raise that cute little butt of yours and pull your panties
off." I removed my hand from her thigh to encourage her obedience.
"I can't." Patsy repeated. "I just can't. I can't and I wont." Patsy
repeated stubbornly. Nancy took hold of Patsy's chin and turned her
face.
"You can, and you will." Nancy said with her face only an inch from
Patsy's. They stared into each other's eyes until Patsy gave in.
Her shoulder's wilted, then Patsy lifted her butt off the seat and,
hooking her thumbs under the waist band of her panties pulled them
down her thighs to he knees. When Patsy lifted her butt from the
seat to her left breast came into contact with Nancy's hand. Tears
were flowing once more down her cheeks, her lips were trembling and
she was beginning to sob.
"Why are you making me do this?" She asked us between sobs.
"Because we want to." Nancy answered as she used her right hand to
help Patsy pull her panties the rest of the way off.
"What's this?" Nancy asked as she held the crotch of Patsy's panties
right under Patsy's nose. "Your panties are damp. All this 'No, no,
no I can't do this' and your getting turned on all the while." She
handed me the panties. "Your really enjoying this aren't you."
"No I'm not." Patsy almost shouted through her sobs. This was all
new to Patsy. I was sure that Patsy had never heard of 'BDSM'
before, nor, I was sure, did she know the meaning of the initials
'BD', 'DS' or 'SM'. I was also sure that the concepts themselves
were only known to Patsy in her most private fantasies. The ones she
had late at night on those evenings when she couldn't resist the
temptation to touch herself 'down there' before drifting off to a
shame filled sleep.
I almost laughed at the shocked expression on Patsy's face when she
saw first me raise the damp crotch of her panties to my nose and
inhale deeply, then place a small portion of it in my mouth to taste
her.
"Yummy," I said removing her panties from my mouth, "you smell and
taste wonderful." I think Patsy broke the blush meter on that one.
She turned bright red as far down her body as we could see, and the
warmth radiating from he body was almost enough to counter the air
conditioning.
"In fact..." I sniffed the air experimentally a couple of time. "...I
can smell your cunt from here." Another record setting blush
followed immediately. I'm sure Patsy had never heard her own vagina
being referred to as a 'cunt' before.
"Well, I'm pretty hot myself." Nancy chimed in. "Are you sure its
Patsy you're smelling?" I sniffed the air a few more times.
"I can smell you and her." I confirmed. "Don't worry, I could tell
the difference even in the dark. You're both hot, wet and ready."
During the panty removal Patsy's skirt had gotten hiked up to the
point where pubic hair was almost visible. Patsy's glow continued as
she started to pull her skirt back into place.
"It's fine the way it is." Nancy told Patsy as she pulled Patsy's
hand away from her skirt. I placed my right hand on Patsy's now bare
left thigh. Nancy, while keeping her left hand on Patsy's left
breast placed her right hand on Patsy's bare right thigh. Nancy
leaned closer to Patsy so she could speak directly into Patsy's ear.
"I'm going to ask you a question..." She spoke softly while gently
squeezing Patsy's thigh. "...and you have to answer truthfully, no
matter what." Patsy slowly nodded her head 'yes'. Nancy paused to
grin at me before she leaned close to Patsy's ear again.
"Are you, Patsy, leaving a wet spot on our car seat?" Patsy's jaw
dropped when she heard the question and I'm sure another record was
set on the Patsy-blush-o-meter.
"Yes." We could barely hear her when Patsy finally answered the
question. Tears were still flowing over her red cheeks, but the sobs
had died down. I removed my hand from her thigh and adjusted the
mirror so I could see her breasts.
"Look at how tight her nipples are." I said. Nancy grabbed Patsy's
wrist to keep her from covering herself. I adjusted the mirror
further down and got a great view of Patsy's dark brown pubic patch.
Again Nancy had to restrain Patsy to keep her from covering herself.
"No." Nancy said gently as she pulled Patsy's hand away from her
crotch. "You're not allowed to cover yourself." The words 'not
allowed' began to bounce around inside Patsy's head.
"And stop that crying." Nancy spoke again in a much firmer tone of
voice. "You're a grown up now, there's no reason for you to be
bawling like a baby just because someone wants to look at your cunt."
Patsy jerked when she heard the word 'cunt' used again.
"In fact..." Nancy continued, pulling on Patsy's thigh. "...spread
your legs and give him a better look." Patsy resisted momentarily,
then her legs relaxed and Nancy pulled them apart, as wide as she
could in the car.
"You might as well begin to learn the rules." Nancy announced as she
held Patsy's legs open.
"Rules?" Patsy asked weakly.
"There will be more as time goes by, but I'll give you the three most
important right now." Nancy gave Patsy's thigh, and her breast a
squeeze as she spoke.
"More? As time goes by?" Patsy asked in a dazed voice.
"First, when we want to look at you, or when we want someone else to
look at you, you are never allowed to cover your self."
"Someone else?" Patsy's voice began to take on a panicky quality.
Her breathing was shallow and her body was trembling. I'm sure in a
combination of fear, shame and excitement.
"Second, when ever we tell you to do something you must obey us
immediately. Without hesitation or question." Patsy stared down at
her lap and did not respond.
"Third, you will address us as Master and Mistress, and we will
address you as 'Our Toy', or just 'Toy'." Nancy released Patsy's
thigh and pulled Patsy's head up with her hand under Patsy's chin.
"Do you understand these rules, Toy?" Patsy stared blankly back at
Nancy. "Answer me, Toy, do you understand these rules?"
"Yes" Patsy answered weakly.
"Yes what, Toy?" Nancy insisted.
"Yes Mistress?"
- ---------------------------------------
Our New Toy
Part 02
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.
- ---------
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."
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Our New Toy
Part 03
Patsy's recital of her bathroom experiences left me with my cock even
harder than it had been most of the afternoon. I made no attempt to
hide it when I reached down to adjust my crotch to give it a little
more room. Patsy blushed and looked away.
As we walked from the restaurant with Patsy between us Nancy and I
both lifted our side of Patsy's skirt and kneaded her butt. We
walked slowly, at a leisurely pace, making sure everyone got a good
look at Patsy's tight ass, across the parking lot to an adult
'novelty' store.
Patsy was in a quandary, trying not to look at anything around her.
Everywhere she looked were pictures of nude women and naked men with
hard cocks. We walked Patsy over to a display case and selected
three vibrating rubber cocks of different sizes and one cute little
butt plug that would fit nicely into her virgin ass. The last item I
picked out was a 'butterfly' vibrator. The clerk inserted batteries
for me, then I turned to Patsy.
"Lift your skirt." I ordered. She stared at me then, after looking
at the other people in the store, began to shake her head 'no'.
"Please," she begged in a low voice. "I can't do that." I gave her a
stern look.
"Lift your skirt right now or you will be very sorry." I said with a
snarl. She hesitated for only a moment more before grabbing the
bottom of her skirt and lifting it about an inch.
"All the way up." I heard Patsy moan miserably then lift the skirt
as high as it would go leaving herself naked, and exposed for all to
see from the waist down. I knelt down on one knee and pushed the
butterfly vibrator snuggly against her cunt and clitoris. Nancy
reached around Patsy and grabbing the straps fastened them behind
Patsy's back. I pushed the third strap between Patsy's legs and
Nancy fastened it to the other two. I made sure it was secure
against Patsy, then flipped the little black switch.
With a soft hum the butterfly began to vibrate against Patsy's cunt
lips and clit. The look on Patsy's face was priceless.
"Oh god." She said softly.
"You can let go of your skirt now." Patsy was staring down at the
vibrating plastic butterfly on her crotch totally oblivious to the
world around her.
"What?" she finally said looking up at me.
"I said, you can drop your skirt now. Unless, of course you really
enjoy showing your cunt to everybody in the store." Patsy dropped
her skirt and blushed. I walked Patsy down a display of bondage
magazine, leaving Nancy talking to the clerk. I watched Patsy trying
not to look at the magazine covers, and trying not to look like she
was not looking at them at the same time. I picked up one and handed
it to Patsy.
"Look at that." On the cover was an extremely explicit picture of a
woman bent over, tied up and about to get and enormous hard cock
shoved into her gapping wet cunt. The picture almost turned red form
the reflected glow of Patsy's blush. Patsy's body was beginning to
tremble, and her breathing was becoming shallow. It was apparent
that her little crotch buzzer was about to make her cum. A couple
standing near us looked over questioningly.
"I think they want to know where the buzzing is coming from." I told
Patsy. "Show them." She looked at me pleadingly, but responded to
my stern look and lifted her skirt. Both the man and the woman
leaned over and, with their noses only inches from Patsy's crotch,
examined her new vibrator. Patsy couldn't look down at the floor
without looking at the two strangers examining her buzzing crotch.
She couldn't look to either side without looking at pictures of
restrained women being fucked in every imaginable position, and she
could not look at me without seeing my enjoyment of her situation.
"That is a clever little device." The man said looking up at me. "Did
you buy that here?"
"They have them up at the counter, with the dildoes and butt plugs."
I responded. Then I spoke to Patsy. "Tell the nice couple how good
it feels." Still bent over looking at her crotch, they booth looked
up into Patsy's face and waited for her to speak. Patsy looked back
and forth from me to the couple examining her crotch several times,
the flustered look on her face was priceless.
"It.." she started, "it feels."
"I have a better idea." I announced, Patsy sighed with relieve. "Why
don't you just watch while she has an orgasm? I think that would
give you a good idea what it feels like."
"No, please." Patsy begged, but it was already to late. Patsy's body
began to jerk rhythmically as wave after wave of orgasmic spasms
moved through her.
"Ooh yea, look at her cum." The lady examining her crotch said
standing up to watch Patsy's blushing, orgasming face. "We have got
to get one of those." She said turning to her husband. Patsy dropped
her skirt and reached out with both hands to hold onto the magazine
rack as her knees began to weaken.
A rhythmic 'Unnggaaadd, unnggaaadd, unnggaadd' could be heard coming
from Patsy's open mouth as her body jerked banging the magazine rack
against the wall. By this time everyone in the store had stopped what
they were doing and gathered around to witness Patsy's first public
orgasm, her 'cuming out' so to speak. Patsy's whole tensed, I could
actually see the metal bars on the magazine rack bend as she gripped
them. The rhythmic pounding stopped as Patsy's body writhed and
twisted in slow motion, her mouth still open, but no sound coming
out.
"Oh God Fuck Me." She finally screamed at the top of her lungs. Then
with her arms over her head and her hands still clamped to the
magazine rack, she collapsed onto her knees and began to cry. The
lady who had been examining Patsy's crotch helped me get her hands
loose from the magazine rack and pull her up onto her feet. Patsy
stared down at the floor refusing to look up.
"Now, now." The woman said, putting her arm around Patsy's shoulder.
"Don't be ashamed, that looked like a wonderful orgasm." This only
caused more tears to flow from Patsy.
"You'll have to forgive her." I said, putting my own arm around
Patsy's shoulder. "She's still a virgin and that was her first public
sex display." Of course this announcement only added to Patsy's
humiliation. I walked her away from the other people and stepped her
through the swinging door into one of the viewing booths in the
corner of the room.
We both sat down on the bench at the back of the booth, and I wiped
the tears from her cheeks. I was a bit dazed myself, I had never
seen Patsy cum before and was not prepared how physical she became.
Through all of this I was still holding onto the bondage magazine. I
began to flip through the pages. After a few minutes I noticed that
the tears had slowed down, and that Patsy was looking at the pictures
with me.
I stopped turning pages when I came to a picture of a woman tied and
being fucked by one man while several others waited with hard cocks
for their turns. I heard Patsy catch her breath when she saw the
picture.
"You really do want to be tied up and fucked, don't you?" I asked
Patsy. "Tell me the truth." I ordered, as I opened her still
unbuttoned blouse and gently caressed her nipple.
"Yes." Her answer was so faint I could barely hear it even though she
was sitting right next to me.
"That's what you thing about when you finger yourself, isn't it?"
"Yes." Again her answer was almost drowned out by the buzzing still
coming from her crotch.
"How often do you finger yourself?" I asked still rubbing her hard
nipple with my fingers. "Every night?"
"Yes." She answered, then quickly changed it to "Yes Master."
"Do you scream like that when you fuck yourself at night?" I leaned
over and took her hard nipple into my mouth.
"No Master," she hesitated then continued. "I've never cum like that
before."
"That was better than anything you've ever experienced before, wasn't
it?" I asked after letting her hard nipple slip from my mouth.
"Oh yes Master. It.. it was..."
"Go ahead." I encouraged her. I could tell she was getting near
another orgasm.
"It was so intense that it scared me Master." I reached under her
skirt and turned off the vibrator. Patsy looked at me with a
confusing combination of relief and disappointment.
"We don't want you cuming again quit yet." I told her as I stood up
and pulled her to her feet facing me. "This-" I said reaching under
her skirt and cupping her cunt with my hand. "-belongs to me."
"Ye..yes..ma..Master." she stammered with her eyes downcast.
"You do know that I am going to be the first one to fuck you, don't
you?" I asked still cupping her crotch with my hand.
"Yes Master." She answered breathlessly. I released her crotch and
after turning her around pulled her back against me so my hard cock
nestled into the crack of her ass.
"Do you know what this place is called?" I asked indicating the booth
we were in. Patsy looked around observing the TV screen and the
shelf with the box of facial tissues.
"No." She admitted.
"The slang term for this place is a 'jerkoff booth'." I could see
her face reddening once again. "People, mostly men, but some women
also. Pay to watch a fuck film on the TV while they masturbate." I
turned her towards the wall separating this booth from the other one.
"Do you know what that is?" I asked her pointing to a whole in the
partition. She shook her head 'no'. "That-" I informed her holding
her tight against me with both arms wrapped around her waist. "-is
called a 'glory hole'." I turned her to face me once again and
pulled her close so her breasts were pressing against my chest and my
hard cock pressed against her cunt.
"Someday-" I slid my hands down and under her skirt then caressed her
bottom. "-not today, but someday, I'm going to bring you back and
leave you in this booth. When I do you will suck every cock that is
put through that whole. You will continue to do so until I come back
and get you." I watched the conflicting emotions play across Patsy's
face. Everything she had been taught by society, by her church, by
her parents and in school told her that what we were doing to her and
what we were 'forcing' her to do was wrong. Her body, on the other
hand, was screaming yes, yes, yes. I gave her butt a firm squeeze.
"I just thought I'd give you something to look forward to." I turned
and pulled her after me out of the booth, through the store and up to
where Nancy was waiting for us at the front counter.
"Come on." I said as we took up our now customary positions on each
side of Patsy. "We have a movie to go to." Even though the
butterfly was turned off and no longer vibrating against Patsy's over
stimulated cunt each step moved it ever so slightly against her
clitoris, keeping her on the edge of another orgasm.
We walked down the street to a small art theater owned by a friend of
ours. Once we were settled in our seats next to the isle, Patsy
between us, the lights went down and the projector started. Nancy
and I each pulled one of Patsy's legs up and over our own leg nearest
her, forcing Patsy to scoot her but near the front edge of the seat
and opening her completely. Nancy pulled Patsy's blouse open
exposing her breasts. Our toy was now, essentially, nude.
As the opening credits ran I turned on the butterfly vibrator, then
Nancy and I each turned as far toward Patsy as we could in the
theater seats. Patsy was there to watch the movie, we were there to
watch Patsy and to control her level of excitement. With the
vibrator running we each gently caressed the insides of her thighs.
- From the opening scene of the uncut, un-rated version of "the Story
of O" Patsy was totally captivated. I'm sure the scenes of O's
subjugation matched Patsy's secret fantasies like nothing ever had
before. As we ran our hands over her thighs, and occasionally up to
her breasts we watched her closely. Whenever Nancy determined that
Patsy was close to another orgasm she would switch off the butterfly
vibrator and we would stop our caresses.
"Be still." I would whisper to her if she tried to stimulate herself
my moving her hips. When her excitement had backed off we would turn
the vibrator back on and continue our caresses.
"Oh please, please." She would whimper and beg when we turned off the
vibrator and made her sit still. Timing was everything, a couple of
times I thought Nancy was letting her get a little to close to
cuming, but I needn't have worried. Nancy played Patsy like a
virtuosos playing a musical instrument.
Just as the movie ended, and the lights were going up, Nancy turned
on the vibrator for one last time. The twenty other people in the
theater filed past our seats just as Patsy's body began to tremble
and spasm with another mind-bending orgasm. Nancy and I, each
holding a leg and an arm kept Patsy open and exposed for the viewing
pleasure of the departing audience.
Patsy came and cried at the same time. With one breath she begged us
to let her cover up, with the next she begged us to make it go on
forever. When the theater was empty Nancy turned off the vibrator,
then she unhooked the straps and removed it from Patsy's crotch. We
released our holds on Patsy's legs and helped her to her feet.
She walked between us in a daze as we headed back to the car. I
think if we had turned loose of her she would have fallen over. I'm
sure that the thought that was spinning around in her head was 'I'm
not alone, there are others like me'.
We drove in silence back to our apartment. Patsy assumed the right
position in the car without being told. She lifted her butt and
pulled her skirt up to her waist, then after tucking her hands behind
her back she spread her legs as far as she could setting between
Nancy and myself.
When we got to the apartment parking lot she walked between us making
no attempt to close her blouse as we walked past the pool. Once we
were inside the entrance hall of our apartment I pointed to a hook
that had been installed on the wall beside the door.
"Remove you clothes and hang them their." I told Patsy. "Then come
into the living room." Nancy and I left Patsy in the hallway and
went into the living room. When Nancy, naked as instructed, came
into the room we were each sitting in our favorite chairs. Nancy
stood in front of us, not sure what to do.
"From now on,-" I instructed Patsy. "-Whenever you come into our
apartment you will take off all of your cloths at the front door and
leave them on that hook." I paused to make sure she understood.
"Yes Master." Patsy answered softly looking down at the floor.
"Then you will present yourself to us just like you are now, except
you must put your hands behind your head with your elbows out to the
side." I paused until Patsy complied. "And spread your feet a
little further." Again I paused. "That's better." I finished after
she spread her feet. "You will stand in that position whenever one
of us has not instructed you to do anything else."
"Yes Master." Patsy's entire body seemed to be turning red with a
combination of embarrassment and desire.
"Come over here." I ordered. Patsy took a couple of steps toward me,
then stopped just out of my reach.
"Right here, right now.'" I ordered sternly pointing to a spot on the
floor between my legs. Patsy moved to the spot indicating and stood
between my spread legs. "Any more half-hearted disobediences like
that and you will be punished."
"Yes Master." Patsy didn't know where to look, she couldn't avoid me
by looking at the floor because I was right in front of her, my head
level with her breasts. I slowly ran my fingers through her pubic
hair.
"I think we better shave her tomorrow." I said to Nancy.
"I think so too." Nancy replied with a smile.
"Oh, please, Master, Mistress." Patsy began in a rising panic. "What
if my mother saw, what would I tell her."
"Come over here." Nancy ordered. Patsy walked over and stood in
front of Nancy. Nancy ran her fingers through Patsy Pubic hair.
"Does your mother make a habit of inspecting your pussy?" Nancy
asked.
"N..no Mistress." Patsy stammered. "But she might see by accident."
"Then you better prove your ingenuity and make sure she doesn't."
Nancy slipped her hand between Patsy's legs causing Patsy to catch
her breath. "There is only one week of school left until you
graduate,-" Patsy's hips, beginning to respond to Nancy's hand on her
crotch, started slowly rocking back and forth. "- you can just let
the other girls in gym class think you're a slut if they see your
bare cunt." Patsy's body jerked in response to the crude words.
"You can leave now." Nancy said pulling her hand from between Patsy's
thighs leaving Patsy humping against thin air. Patsy looked back and
forth between us then headed for the hallway to the front door.
"Oh, by the way." I spoke just as Patsy reached the hallway.
"Yes Master." Patsy replied half turning to look at us hopefully.
"About your habit of fucking yourself every night,-" I smiled at her.
"-never do it again without our permission."
"Yes Master." Her whole body slumped just a little, like air being
let out.
As soon as we heard the door close Nancy and I raced to the bedroom
to relieve our pent up lust.
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Our New Toy
Part 04
Nancy and I surprised Patsy the next morning by showing up at her
church, just as she and her parents were about to walk into the
sanctuary. We said 'hi' to her parents then sort of rushed her off
to set with us. Once we were seated Nancy whispered in Patsy's ear
sending her scooting past me out of the pew and hurrying down the
isle towards the back of the church. She returned a few minutes
later blushing brightly and scooted back past me then after sitting
down held out her hand to Nancy.
Nancy indicated that she should give the wadded up panties she was
trying to conceal in her hand to me. I took her wadded up panties
from her and as I slipped them into my suit coat pocket I leaned my
head near her and whispered in her ear.
"I bet it makes you wet to be naked under your dress in church,
doesn't it?" After a brief hesitation accompanied by a growing red
glow on her face she gave a small nod 'yes'.
Nancy took on the task of enforcing posture rules during the church
service making sure that Patsy held her hands clasped behind her back
when we were standing, or held flat in the small of her back with the
palms turned toward the back of the pew when we were seated. We did
not force her to pull the skirt of her dress up during church, we did
not want to attract too much attention.
Patsy's continued blushing during the service could only have been
from memories of what we made her do the day before, or anticipation
of what we would make her do after church. Once, near the end of the
sermon I leaned close to her and whispered in her ear.
"I hope your not leaving a wet spot on the back of your dress." From
the startled jump, and the embarrassed fearful look on her face I can
only guess that, while the possibility had not occurred to her, she
was turned on enough that she considered it to be a possibility once
the thought was suggested.
On our way through the receiving line to shake hands with the pasture
we met back up with Patsy's parents and got their permission for
Patsy to join us for the little lunch party we had arranged in her
honor. 'Sort of a graduation lunch.' we told them. For some reason
Patsy's mother considered Nancy and I to be good influences on her
daughter and encouraged Patsy to spend time with us.
After shaking the pastor's hand, and complimenting him on his unique
interpretation of several points of theology Nancy and I walked with
Patsy between us out to our car. Patsy urgently whispered that she
needed to go to the ladies restroom, but we kept her walking. I
opened the door and helped first Patsy, then Nancy into the car, then
after shutting their door walked around and climbed into the car.
Nancy and I sat facing forward, not saying a word until Nancy finally
got the message and, lifting her butt from the seat pulled the back
of her dress out from under her self, then tucked her hands behind
her back.
Once that was accomplished I backed the car from the parking spot and
drove to the parking lot exit. As I turned into the street I reached
down and lifted the front of Patsy's skirt up around her waist, then
adjusted the rear view mirror to aim at her crotch. Nancy turned
and, placing her left arm around Patsy's shoulders, began to loosen
Patsy's dress top.
"Do you really have to go to the bathroom?" I asked Patsy letting my
hand rest on her bare knee.
"Yes Master." she answered with appropriate meekness. I pulled the
car into a small empty parking lot in front of a closed store. I
parked in front of the store parallel to and only a few feet from the
front wall. Getting our of the car, and dragging Patsy behind me, I
placed her in between the car and the store wall.
"Ok,-" I told her. "-lift up your skirt, squat and pee." Her look
combined embarrassment, fear and shock. She looked at the traffic
going by.
"But Master..." she started. I stepped forward pretending to be
angry.
"Look you stupid little bitch." I began to yell at her. "I'm tired of
your constantly back talking when your told to do something." I held
her chin in my hands and brought my face near hers in a threatening
manner. "Now you squat and pee or I'll pull you over there to the
curb and make you hang your butt over the gutter to pee where all the
people driving by will see you." I turned loose of her chin but
remained standing close to her.
"I bet,-" I said in a softer voice. "-that some of those people
driving by would recognize you from church. Now squat and pee."
Patsy lifted her skirt above her waist and squatted between the car
and the store wall. After a minute she looked up at me pleadingly.
"Please Master." She begged. "I can't relax enough to pee here." I
stepped closer so I towered over her, then leaned over like I was
talking to a small child.
"You pee here and now or you're going out to the curb." I waited for
about ten seconds then continued. "Ok, that does it." I said. Just
as I reached for her arm she started peeing. I stood up, adjusted,
then stroked my obviously hard cock through my trousers just and inch
from her face.
While this was going on Nancy had retrieved an instant camera from
the glove box and joined us. I stepped aside and Nancy snapped a
shot of Patsy, skirt up above her wait, squatting in the parking lot
with a spreading pool of urine underneath her. The sound of the
first shot attracted Patsy's attention, and the second picture caught
her looking directly into the camera as she peed.
After she was done I held my hand on her shoulder to keep her
squatting then, retrieving her panties from my suite coat pocket
leaned over and patted her dry. By the time I let her stand up her
whole body was trembling with fear, anger and embarrassment. Her
tears didn't really start to flow though until we were back in the
car and Nancy handed her the pictures to look at. She threw the
pictures on the floor of the car, leaned forward as far as she could
and, holding her head in her hands sobbed huge body racking tears the
rest of the way to our apartment.
After I parked the car I reached over and put my hand on Patsy's
shoulder. She tried to pull away, but had no place to go.
"Look,-" I said to her in a kind voice. "-what is going to happen to
you, is going to happen. You can either co-operate and make it easy
for yourself, maybe even pleasant. Or you can fight us and make it
hard on yourself." I paused for dramatic effect. "Either way we are
going to enjoy it." I gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze. "Now
dry your tears and come inside with us."
Sniffing, her face red and tear streaked, Patsy got out of the car
and walked between us into our apartment. Once inside the door I
pointed out the large heavy leather dog collar hanging from the hook
that we had placed by the door for her clothes.
"Now,-" I instructed her once again. "-take off all of your clothes,
put on that collar, then join us in the living room." We walked off
leaving Patsy alone in the entrance hall to decide her fate. She
could, obviously keep her clothes on and leave, or she could strip,
put on the collar and join us in the living room.
A few minutes later Patsy, wearing only her new collar, stood in
front of us with her hands behind her head, her legs spread and her
eyes looking down at the floor. I took a moment to look her over.
Her nipples were hard and even though her face was bright red and her
body was trembling, her crotch glistened with her own natural
lubricant.
While Patsy stood trembling in front of us Nancy finished putting the
first two photos that she had retrieved from the car floor into a new
album labeled, on the first line "Ancillula" and, under that, "Our
New Toy".
"Come here." Nancy ordered, putting the photo album on the coffee
table. Patsy walked over and stood in front of Nancy, her hands
still behind her head, and her feet spread making her self available.
Nancy placed one hand on the back of each of Patsy's knees, then ran
her hands up Patsy's thighs and, squeezing her butt cheeks, pulled
Patsy closer to her. I had picked up the camera and snapped a shot
of Nancy with her nose buried in Patsy's pubic hair.
"I've always wondered what another woman tastes like." Nancy said
inhaling Patsy's odor deeply as she massaged Patsy's butt. "But,-"
Nancy continued releasing her grip on Patsy, "-we have work to do."
I left the room to collect my tools for the next phase.
I returned with a bowl of warm water, a couple of towels, a shaving
mug and a straight razor. My grandfather had been an old fashioned
barber and taught me to use a straight razor when I was just a kid.
I put a piece of plastic down on the seat of my chair, then covered
it with a towel.
"Sit here." I ordered Patsy after the chair was covered. "Sit on the
edge." I corrected her. "Now lean back and hook your knees up on the
arms." She hesitated only momentarily then followed my order. I
took a long red silk cord and, after looping it around her right
knee, brought it around the back of the chair. Then after looping it
around her left knee, secured it with a couple of half hitches.
"Raise your arms over your head." I instructed her moving behind the
chair. I folded my second red silk cord in half then larks-headed
her wrists together with it. The other ends I tied to the cord
holding her knees. Now, if she tried to pull her arms down she'd
pull her legs further apart. If she tried to close her legs she'd
pull her arms.
When I finished Nancy and I just stood and looked for a couple of
minutes. Patsy had been naked in front of us, but never this open
and vulnerable before. Patsy's body was trembling even worse than
before, and her face showed both humiliation and lust. Nancy moved
in close with the camera for a 'before' shot of Patsy's crotch, then
stepped back for an over-all shot.
"Look at me." Nancy ordered before she snapped the picture. I moved
the table holding my equipment over beside the chair then, after
moving the bowel of hot water to the floor in front of the chair, sat
down on a foot stool in front of Patsy's wide open crotch. Nancy
abandoned the still camera and picked up a video camera to record the
details. I took a warm wet towel and draped it over her pubic hair.
Then, after dipping the saving brush in the bowel of water, began to
whip up lather in the shaving mug.
When the lather was ready I removed the warm towel and used the brush
to work the foam into her pubic hair. When I was satisfied with the
lathering of Patsy's pubic bush I picked up the straight razor and
held it up for her to see.
"If I were you." I warned her. "I would exercise every ounce of self
control and set very, very still. I wouldn't want to accidentally
perform a clitorotomy while I'm down there." Patsy was breathing
hard and her face was flush with embarrassment and excitement as my
straight razor scraped its first swath of pubic hair from her body.
Low moans began to escape from Patsy's throat as I manipulated her
body parts to remove the last of her hair from her crotch. I wiped
her down with a damp cloth to remove the remnants of lather and hair,
then ran my hands over her crotch. I could feel her dampness, and
the heat radiating from her as I moved my hands. Once the razor was
put down Patsy began to move her hips pushing herself against my hand
for additional stimulation. I was awarded with a moan of despair
when I pulled my hand away. I sat back on the stool and admired her
now naked crotch.
"Please." She begged softly undulating her hips invitingly. I could
see the need in her eyes. I was tempted to get on my knees and take
her right then and there, but it wasn't part of our master plan. She
would be on edge for a long time to come before her need would
finally be met. Nancy moved in with the still camera for a close up
'after' shot. I removed my shaving tools, and Nancy left the room to
get Patsy's costume for the day.
When she returned we untied Patsy and, standing her up in the middle
of the room began to dress her. The first item of clothing we put
on her was a crotch-less corset with a built in bra that lifted the
breasts and displayed them like they were laid out on a table. Her
nipples just peaked over the top edge of the corset.
Next the obligatory fish-net 'slut' stockings and six inch spike
heels. Last a small white apron with a white collar, white cuffs on
her wrists and a small white hat finished off her new 'French maid'
uniform. We stood her in front of a mirror and watched to see if the
red face, tears, or crinkled nipples would win out as the first
reaction to seeing herself dressed this way. It was a three way tie.
The crotch-less corset and the black fish-net stockings nicely
high-lighted her newly shaved crotch. Just as the full impact of her
new look sunk in the door bell rang.
"Answer the door." I ordered slapping Patsy on her naked butt. "Don't
make our guests wait." Patsy looked at me with pure shock. She
could not believe that she was expected to answer the door dressed in
this fashion.
"Go." I said giving her a shove toward the door.
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