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Subject: {ASSM} Our New Toy Part 5 (MF/f humiliation)
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If you don't like sex stories, 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 05
By
Norm DePloom
Patsy walked to the front door with hesitant steps. We could see her
conflicting emotions on her face as well as in her body language. It was
clear that her terror almost paralyzed her. Nancy and I moved so we could
see down the entrance hall to the front door.
Patsy paused at the door, leaning her head momentarily against the wall
before she reached out a trembling hand and turned the doorknob. Patsy
opened the door then stood aside as Greg and his girlfriend de jour walked
in. As they passed by Patsy, Greg reached out and squeezed her right
breast.
"How's it hang'n?" He asked Patsy with a smirk. We moved away from the
door and, welcoming Greg and his friend into our apartment offered them
seats. The four of us sat and waited patiently for a few minutes for Patsy
to come into the room.
"Patsy,-" I finally called out to her. "-come into the room." When she did
not appear Nancy got to her feet and walked out into the entrance hall. The
rest of us sat and silently listened to the whispered argument between Nancy
and our reluctant slave. Patsy finally appeared, walking into the room
ahead of Nancy. Patsy's cheeks were streaked with tears, which were still
leaking, from her eyes. Her entire body seemed to be glowing with her
embarrassment and her face contorted with her effort to keep from sobbing
audibly.
"Get our guests some wine." Nancy ordered speaking to Patsy. "And don't
dawdle in the kitchen. As Patsy left the room Nancy turned to Greg and his
guest. "Please excuse our slave, we've only just started her training."
Greg introduced his friend as Cathy or Cat as she liked to be called.
Cat picked up the new photo album and was studying the pictures of Patsy's
shave when Patsy returned with two glasses of wine. As Cat took her glass
of wine from Patsy she let the photo album rest in her lap and stroked
Patsy's freshly shaved pubic area with her hand. Patsy jumped at the touch
and almost spilled Greg's wine.
"Smooth, good job." She said addressing us. Under our stern looks Patsy
stood, trembling, and allowed this stranger to feel her most intimate area.
Greg, not wanting to see his wine wasted, reached over and took the glass
from Patsy's shaking hand. Patsy jumped again when the doorbell rang.
"Answer the door." I reminded her quietly. As Patsy walked across the room
towards the entrance hall it was hard to tell if she was more relieved to
get away from the exploring hand of this 'Cat' woman, or if she was more
terrified of having to answer the door once more in her 'slut maid' costume.
When the door opened we heard the voice of Frank and his girlfriend Andrea,
both friends of Patsy's and ours.
"I didn't know this was a 'Come as your favorite secret fantasy' party." we
heard Andrea say as she and Frank led the way into the living room. Frank
and Andrea were offered chairs to set in, and Patsy was dispatched to the
kitchen for two more glasses of wine.
"Cat was just commenting on the smoothness of Patsy's shave." I commented to
Andrea as Patsy handed her a glass of wine.
"Yes,-" Andrea responded smirking at Patsy. "-I can see it's a very close
shave." She gave Frank a nudge with her elbow. "Don't you go getting any
ideas."
"Maybe I should start offering a service." I joked with the others. "You
know 'Have razor, will travel'." Patsy looked distinctly uncomfortable
standing at the side of the room, her red face, trembling body and obscene
costume being ignored by the rest of us while we talked and joked with each
other. The obscene nature of her costume was heightened by the normalcy of
our clothes.
Once again Patsy jumped, and this time let out a little squeaking moan, that
the rest of us strained not to laugh at, when the doorbell rang again.
Without being told Patsy walked across the room, giving us all a good look
at her bare hard nipples, shaved crotch and quivering butt.
"No, please god no." We heard from Patsy after she opened the door. A
moment later Patsy's best friend Gail, and a young man we had not met before
walked into the room. Patsy did not follow them into the room. From where
I sat I could lean back and look down the entrance hall. Patsy was walking
in a small circle, muttering to her self.
It was obvious that we were pushing Patsy near her limit. It was bad enough
that we had forced her to dress like a slutty tramp, that we had invited
over three people that she knew, and one strange woman, but this was almost
too much. To have the person she considered to be her best friend show up
to see her humiliation, and to have her bring a strange boy with her. That
came close to being too much.
"Patsy,-" I yelled down the short hallway. "-get your bare naked butt in
here, we've got guests who need to be served." I could see the crises
cresting over her, run home or submit to whatever humiliations we had
planned for her in front of both friends and strangers. I don't think it
was the fear of running home looking like a naked slut that stopped her, I
think it was her own sexual needs. I don't think she fully understood why,
but she did know she needed to be taken, taken and used in ways she could
not yet even imagine.
This realization calmed her trembling hands and she walked through the room
into the kitchen to get wine for her best friend and her best friend's
guest. Her desperate need was obvious to everyone in the room. Her nipples
stayed hard and her upper thighs glistened with her leaking secretions to
the point of perfuming the whole room with their stimulating odor.
Cat, Andrea and Gail joined Nancy in the kitchen to put the finishing
touches on our meal. Patsy was kept busy refilling our drinks, ferrying
platters of food from the kitchen to the serving table set up in the living
room then, finally, setting up the small tables that each couple would share
for their food. Being kept busy took her mind off her, essentially naked
condition and allowed her nerves to calm down a bit.
When all was ready each couple sat at their own small table while Patsy, the
only one standing, moved back and forth between the couples and the serving
table filling their plates to their order. As she moved about the room
hands, both male and female reached out to touch naked parts of her body.
It was impossible to tell if her red face and chest, clear down to the tops
of her breasts, was caused by her embarrassment or her sexual excitement.
We, and our guests, ate, talked and joked ignoring Patsy except to touch and
feel her body whenever she was within reach until our hunger was satiated.
After our meal Patsy went around the room offering cigars and brandy to each
guest. Everyone took the brandy, and all the men except Greg plus Nancy and
Andrea took cigars. After Patsy lit the cigars for each of the smokers, and
was subjected to the caresses of each person as she held the lighter to the
end of their cigar, she was set to work clearing the tables while we enjoyed
our drink and smokes.
It was obvious that the caresses Patsy had received during meal, and the
cigar lighting ritual, had brought her to the brink of orgasm. We hoped
that the break afforded by her clearing the tables would allow her to calm
down before the 'Main Event' started. As we watched her work we drank and
smoked, enjoying the wonderful post meal feeling that can only be topped by
that wonderful post sex feeling. When the cigars and brandy were finished I
called Patsy into the middle of the room.
"Now, slowly turn around so everybody can get a good look at your body."
Patsy blushed furiously, but her nipples were harder than ever. As she
slowly turned we noticed that her body was covered with a slight sheen of
sweat from her work serving us then clearing the tables. The heavier, more
viscous sheen of her personal secretions had continued to spread over her
crotch and upper thighs. Her nipples were so hard I'm sure thy must have
hurt.
"Did you know-" I asked the room in general. "-that our Patsy is a virgin?"
Patsy's face and upper chest glowed once more as she cast her eyes down to
the floor in embarrassment.
"Yes,-" Gail replied hanging onto her dates arm and looking at her best
friends obscenely dressed body as intently as the rest of us. "-I knew
that."
"And I suppose that you-" Andrea chimed in from the other side of the room.
"-are going to be the first one to take her."
"That's my plan." I responded as I stood and, stepping over to Patsy gently
ran my hand over her trembling stomach. "But not for awhile yet,-" I
continued moving my hand to her breast and gently squeezing her already rock
hard nipple. "I want to enjoy the anticipation for the time being."
Despite the face reddening humiliation of having her nipple manipulated in
front of these witnesses, Patsy moaned audibly. I abandoned her nipple and
sat back down.
"Your brought the tape,-" I turned my attention to Greg. "-didn't you?"
"Oh yes indeed." Greg responded digging in the pocked of the coat hanging on
the back of his chair and pulling out a videocassette.
"Great,-" I said enthusiastically. "-it's time for the main event." I
looked at Patsy. "Get that tape from Greg and put it in the VCR." As Patsy
followed my orders chairs were re-arranged so we sat in a semi-circle facing
the television. After inserting the tape cassette into the VCR Patsy turned
to find eight pairs of eyes staring at her.
"You stand right over there." I instructed Patsy. "We want to be able to
see the tape and you at the same time." Patsy stepped to the side of the
television. "And turn so you can see also,-" I continued my instructions.
"-we really want you to see this." Patsy's terrified look was a bonus
reward for all of us.
As we watched, the outside of our apartment door appeared on the screen.
The door opened, and Nancy and I walked out with Patsy between us. We heard
a shocked gasp from Patsy. Apparently she had not fully realized how slutty
she had really looked the day before. As we walked towards the camera on
the TV screen Patsy's hard-nippled breasts swayed and bounced visibly and
obscenely under the sheer martial of the blouse we had forced her to wear.
"Oh my god." Patsy said softly as she raised her arms to cover her exposed
hard nipples in response to seeing her self displayed so obscenely on the
screen.
"Stop that right now!" Patsy jumped when I yelled at her, then put her hands
down by her side.
"Please, no, not this." She whispered. I wasn't sure if she was talking to
me, or praying. Either way it wouldn't do her any good. The scene on the
TV changed to the adult bookstore where the cameraman had managed to catch
Patsy's bookshelf rattling orgasm in front of the couple.
"Way to go Patsy." Gail's friend said as he slipped his hand under Gail's
blouse.
"Does she always come that hard?" Andrea asked as her hand slipped into
Frank's lap.
"She always does in public,-" I answered with my hand under Nancy's skirt.
"-We don't know how she cums in private yet."
The video made another cut to a tight shot from a camera mounted directly
above the seats we sat in at the theater. We watched ourselves pulling
Patsy's skirt up around her waist, and opening her blouse to expose her
hard-nippled breasts.
Patsy concentration on the screen was interrupted when she saw Cat slip down
onto her knees and begin unbuckling Greg's belt. Patsy gulped a couple of
times in amazement and stared uncomfortably as Cat pulled Greg's hard member
into view. One by one each of the women, including Nancy slipped out of
their chairs and knelt in front of each man.
Patsy looked around the room in confusion. She seemed to be trying to
decide what not to look at. Should she not look at the tape of her being
played with in the theater, or should she not look at the women on their
knees bobbing their heads up and down in the men's crotches. Her dilemma
got even harder to resolve when the woman all stood up and, hiking up their
skirts lowered themselves onto their men's laps.
We all scooted around so we could all stare at Patsy while our women slowly
moved up and down on top of us. Patsy looked like she was skirting the
breaking point, her eyes were continuously being pulled either to the video
of her self in the theater or the live sex show going on in front of her.
Driven to distraction by being stared at by eight people engaged in
simultaneous sex Patsy's hand slowly sled into her own crotch, only to be
pulled away when she realized what she was doing.
"Go into the bathroom,-" Nancy ordered Patsy after each couple had moaned
and groaned their way to mutually satisfying conclusions. "-and get wet
washcloths and towels for each of us." We all enjoyed our after coitus glows
while we waited for Patsy's return.
"Now start over there with Cat-" Nancy instructed as soon as Patsy walked
through the door laden with wet washcloths and dry towels. "-and wash then
dry each of our guests." The confused look turned to one of outrage and
shock when Patsy finally realized exactly what she was being ordered to do.
Cat had already pulled up her skirt then lifted and separated her legs
waiting with an eager look on her face for her complimentary after sex wash.
Patsy slowly knelt in front of Cat and gingerly dabbed at her exposed crotch
with one of the wet washcloths. As soon as the cloth touched her Cat,
moaning loudly with exaggerated excitement, began to move her hips in small
circles pushing herself against Patsy's cloth covered hand.
"Don't stop, don't stop..." Cat kept saying over and over again until her
body pulsed with another orgasm. "Oh god that was good." She finally
finished, letting Patsy move onto the next guest.
We could tell from her body language that the biggest crisis of the day came
when it was time to wash her best friend Gail. Patsy stood in front of
Gail, looking at her then at us then back at her begging with her eyes not
to be forced to become that intimate with her best friend. We thought for a
minute that she might actually break and run refusing to complete her
assigned task, but then she slowly sank to her knees and serviced her best
friend the same way she had the other guests. The tears slowly running down
her cheeks mute testimony to the humiliation she felt.
After she finished with the guests it was our turn. As Patsy washed me I
stroked her hair and whispered what a good job she was doing. When everyone
was washed, Patsy escorted the guests to the front door and let them out.
When she came back into the room she knelt in front of me.
"Please Master." She begged with her eyes looking down at my lap. "Please
make love to me." I held her chin in my hand so I could look into her eyes.
"When the time comes,-" I explained to her. "-it will not be 'making love'.
What I'm going to do to you when I decide you're ready can only be described
as fucking." I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Now get dressed
and go home. You still have school tomorrow"
"We expect you back here right after school." Nancy added as Patsy got
slowly to her feet and walked slowly from the room it seemed that her
unsatisfied need was almost too much of a burden to bear. "And remember -"
Nancy finished her instructions. "No touching yourself tonight."
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