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From: "Norm DePloom" <normdeploom@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Our New Toy (MF/f, humiliation)
Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 15:10:06 -0500
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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.
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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 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?"

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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.

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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."

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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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This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
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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."


If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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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 06
By
Norm DePloom

As usual our games with Patsy had left us with really bad cases of nearly
terminal horny-ness.  The only thing to slow our mad dash to the bedroom
where we planned to spend most of the night administering emergency first
aid to relieve our desperate conditions was my discovery of the missing
collar when I checked the front door lock.  We didn't discover until the
next day that Patsy was actually closing the door to her parent's house
behind her, after walking home from our apartment, when she discovered the
collar was still around her neck.  I still smile when I imagine Patsy
feverishly trying to get her collar off before her parents could see it.
Nancy and I spent several hours satiating our heightened lustful desires
then slept late into the following morning before waking up and, after a
long slow 'good morning' we got out of bed and put into effect our plans for
Patsy's afternoon and evening.  Figuring that a day at school, filled with
exciting and shameful memories of her activities over the weekend, would
leave her horny, but determined to resist our influence and become once
again the 'pure' young girl she'd always pictured herself as being, we made
plans to be at her parent's house when she got home from school.

Patsy was obviously shocked speechless when she walked through the front
door of her parent's house to find Nancy and I setting in the front room
talking to her mother.  Before the surprised look could evaporate from her
face Nancy took Patsy's arm and ushered her up the stairs to her bedroom
leaving me to entertain Patsy's mother.  While Nancy and Patsy were upstairs
I continued talking to Patsy's mother about our ability and willingness to
make it possible for her daughter to attend the university as a full time
student instead of being a part time student at the junior college the next
year.  Patsy's mother overjoyed with the idea.

Nancy

I pulled Patsy up the stairs after me, then into her bedroom.  Leaving the
door open I sat on the edge of her bed then, ignoring the prepared speech
she had begun about how evil what we were doing was and how she just could
not go along with it any more, I reached up under her skirt and felt her
crotch.  I pulled my hand out from between her leg and, reaching up, slapped
her across the face with enough force to sting her cheek, but not enough to
leave a mark.

"Did we or did we not forbid you to wear panties?"  I asked her sternly.

"I'm just trying to tell you..." She continued until I slapped her a second
time a little harder.

"Did we or did we not forbid you to wear panties?" I asked her with a
display of growing anger.  She looked around the room in confusion then
dropped her gaze.

"Yes Mistress." She replied, the speech she had worked on all day obviously
not going as she had imagined it.

"Then take them off."  I ordered her, holding out my hand to receive them.
Patsy reached under her skirt with both hands and slipped her panties down
her thighs then, stepping out of them, she handed her panties to me.  After
checking the crotch, I held the panties up so Patsy could see the wet area
that had been between her legs.  "So," I continued reclining on her bead.
"You've been hot and horny all day?"  I asked as I lifted my knees and,
spreading my legs exposed my own hot and horny crotch to Patsy.

"I can't go on..." Patsy tried once again to deliver her prepared speech.

"Stop it." I said almost load enough for her mother to hear downstairs as I
sat up and slapped her once more across the face.  "I've heard enough.  I'm
not interested in anything a little slut like you has to say."  I leaned
back on my elbows and, after lifting and spreading my legs, pulled my skirt
up once again.  "I'm only interested in what you are going to do."  I
reached between my legs and stroked myself with one fingertip.  "And right
now what you are going to do is lick your Mistress until she has a nice
orgasm."  I sat up on the bed once again and, taking hold of Patsy's wrists,
pulled her down onto her knees in front of me.

"Your Master is downstairs right now keeping you mother busy telling her
about our marvelous plans for your education."  I paused and, placing one
hand on each of her cheeks, pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her inviting
pouty lips softly before continuing.  It felt like a jolt of electricity ran
through my body when our lips met.

"If we aren't back downstairs pretty soon he's going to run out of things to
say to her." I gave into temptation and kissed her again, holding it a
little longer and slipping my tongue slowly between her lips.  Her lips were
soft and compliant, molding to my mouth and parting easily for my tongue.
This was the first time I had kissed another woman and the experience was
leaving me breathless and dripping.  I slipped my hand into her blouse and
under her bra as I kissed gently up her cheek, then whispered in her ear as
I rubbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"Then he'll be forced to show her his collection of pictures of a perverted
slut peeing in public and getting her privates shaved."   I moved my mouth
back to hers and slipped my tongue between her lips once more.  I was really
getting turned on playing the aggressor.  I pinched her nipples and ran my
tongue around her mouth until she began to respond.  Breaking off the kiss I
reclined back onto the bed, pulling her face down between my legs as I
moved.

"You'd better do your best to get me off quickly so we can get downstairs
before He pulls out the photographs."  Despite her beginning to respond to
my kisses, Patsy pulled back from my open crotch.  I reached down between my
legs and stroked her hair.

"I've always wanted to be licked by another woman-" I told her in a soft
voice as my hips moved in small anticipatory circles on the edge of the bed.
"-and you're the woman who is going to do it."  I gently pulled her mouth
closer to me as I continued.

"You better get used to it, you're going to be licking woman a lot in the
future."  I almost laughed at the shocked look on Patsy's face.  "You didn't
think you were just for my husbands pleasure did you?" I asked rhetorically
as I pulled her face the last inch and firmly planted her lips against me.

Between the excitement of forcing Patsy's mouth between my legs, the danger
of doing it in front of the open door where I could hear my husband and
Patsy's mother talking downstairs and the fulfillment of a long held fantasy
I came quickly grinding my self against Patsy face and cooing to her about
her great tongue work.  I rode Patsy's mouth to a second orgasm before I let
her stand up and, after straightening my skirt walked with her back down the
stairs, my juices drying on her lips and nose.

"You know,-" I leaned over and whispered to her just as we walked into the
room where her mother and my husband were still talking. "-your Master and I
did it about six times last night."  I let that sink in for just a second.
"And I haven't had time to wash up after any of them."  Patsy almost made me
laugh with the look of disgust that came across her face.

---------
I could tell by the expression on her face that all had gone well for Nancy.
I could also tell by Patsy's expression exactly what Nancy had just
whispered in her ear.  Patsy's mother and I stood and crossed the room to
where Nancy held Patsy possessively with an arm around her waist.

"Come on-" I said stepping between them and placing my arms possessively
around each of their waists.  "-we've got to help Patsy study for her
finals."  We said our good byes to Patsy's mother, and I escorted them, my
arms still around their waists, to the car, which had been left parked in
front of the house.

"She's got to be punished."  Nancy announced as we pulled away from the
curb.  I searched Patsy's downcast face in the rearview mirror as tears
began to roll down her cheeks.

"What did you do? "  I asked her. Since I was answered only by sniffles, I
pulled over to the side of the street less than a block from Patsy's
parent's house.  Getting out of the car and pulling Patsy behind me I
climbed over the grass covered levee into the city park. Since this
particular park was also used as an emergency storm reservoir during the
rainy season its interior was hidden from the view of the people driving or
walking by, but not from the view of the second story windows of the houses
surrounding the park.  Without saying a word I put my hand on the back of
her neck and 'marched' her across the park and up to the end of a picnic
table.

"Lean over and grab the edges with your hands."  I ordered pushing
forcefully on the back of her neck, making her bend at the waist and lay
face down on the table.

"Reach out and grab the edges."  I ordered again with my hand on her back
keeping her from standing up.

"Please Master-" She whispered through her sobs.  "I won't be bad again."
While keeping the pressure on her back I leaned over close to her ear.

"Reach out and grab the edges of the table-" I spoke slowly and distinctly
like I was addressing a child.  "-and don't let go until you are told to."
Patsy wiped her eyes then reached out and grabbed the table edges so hard
her knuckles turned white.  I moved my hand slowly down her back and across
her trembling butt.  After giving her rear a squeeze I stepped around to
where Patsy could see me then, while Nancy slowly lifted Patsy's skirt
revealing her firm naked bottom, I let Patsy watch as I loosened my belt
buckle and, ever so slowly, pulled my belt out of my belt loops, wrapping it
around my hand as I watched the growing terror in Patsy's eyes.

"No...Oh God...Please no." Patsy sobbed with growing hysteria as the
realization that she was about to receive a public spanking on her bare
bottom sank in.  While Nancy continued 'preparing' Patsy's naked butt for
the upcoming punishment, I sat on the cement bench, putting myself more on
Patsy's level.

 "We've been kind and gentle with you-" I said in a sad voice as I laid my
belt on the table for her to see while I talked. "-but it seems that you
don't really take our orders seriously."  I gently wiped a tear from her
cheek as I talked.  "What are you being punished for?"  I asked in a quite
voice as I gently caressed her arm with my belt.

"I wore panties to school."  She answered in an almost inaudible voice.  I
sighed and shook my head sadly.

"Were we in any way unclear about forbidding you to wear panties?"  I asked
as I watched a shiver run through her body as the belt moved up her arm,
across her armpit and onto the side of her breast.

"No." She whispered.  I leaned closer to her ear.

"I had hoped-" I spoke softly to her as I ran my fingers tenderly through
her hair.  "-that we had failed you as your Master and Mistress."  I paused
for dramatic effect.  "Because, if we had failed, if it was our fault I
could go easy on you, but, by your own admission, we are dealing with an act
of willful rebellion."  I allowed my voice to grow louder and harsher.  "You
got up this morning and said to yourself  'They can't force me to go to
school without panties'."  I let my voice rise even higher in intensity if
not in volume.  "Then you reached into your underwear drawer, grabbed a pair
of panties and defiantly pulled them up your legs, covering the part of your
body that we had repeatedly ordered you to never cover."  Patsy shed tears
copiously as she nodded her head in assent.  I sat back down end spoke in a
gentler voice as I resumed stroking her hair tenderly.

"Tell me-" I asked leaning forward and speaking softly into her ear "-did
you just grab a pair at random?  Or did you search through your panties
looking for the perfect pair to defy us with?"  I paused waiting for her
answer.

"I searched for my favorite pair."  Patsy stammered through her sobs.  As
much as I would have loved to draw the process out, noticing that several
young men had already gathered around, eager no doubt for their first really
good look at a woman's bare crotch, I decided we needed to wrap things up
and leave the park.

"Normally-" I continued as I stood up. "-such willful rebellion would call
for twenty or thirty lashes."  I paused to let the numbers sink in, then I
leaned over and wiped the tears off her cheek again.  "Since this is your
first offense we are going to give you just a taste of what will have coming
if you ever defy us again.  Nancy-" I said turning to my wife.

"Yes dear?"  She responded stopping her inspection of Patsy's exposed nether
regions.

"Do you have the offending panties?" I asked holding out my hand.

"Here they are honey."  She answered as she pulled them from her pocket
then, after placing them in my waiting hand, continued with her inspection.

"You will receive five lashes from your Mistress for wearing panties-" I
informed Patsy as I pushed the panties crotch first between her slack
compliant lips and into her mouth.  "-then you will receive five from me for
refusing to answer when I asked you what you were to be punished for."
Satisfied that she had taken enough of the panties into her mouth to gag any
screams I leaned close to her ear once more.  "You just pretend that your
wrists are tied to the table edges and don't turn loose until we tell you
to."  I gave her hair another gentle pet then after handing my belt to
Nancy, I stood back to watch the action.

To my surprise Nancy stepped back and put her entire weight behind the first
swing.  The belt hitting Patsy's naked butt sounded like a gunshot in the
quite park.  Patsy's body jerked violently when the belt landed and a
muffled cry could be heard through her panty gag.  I enjoyed watching Nancy
whipping Patsy's rear so much I continued watching as Nancy delivered all
ten strokes.

Each time the belt hit, Patsy would jerk and another red welt would appear
across her rear or the back of her thighs.  After counting ten I stepped in
and grabbed Nancy's arm before she could deliver another one.  When I
grabbed her wrist Nancy was spun around by her momentum and ended up in my
arms.  Her eyes shown, her face was flushed with excitement.  As soon as her
body touched mine our lips met, our tongues danced and our hips gyrated
against each other.

After a long passionate kiss we broke, and each moving to an opposite side
of the table helped Patsy back to a standing position.  We both held Patsy's
quivering sobbing body while we stroked her hair and comforted her, telling
how good she had been during the punishment and that all was forgiven now.
Patsy sobbed against my chest and begged forgiveness for her disobedience.
We held Patsy sandwiched between us until her sobs began to die down, then
we walked her back up the levee and to the car.

Once we were back at the car Patsy pulled her skirt up and placed her hands
behind her back as she had been instructed, without having to be reminded.
After starting the car I paused to pull her skirt up a little higher, then
tilted the mirror so I could view her smoothly shaved crotch as I drove.
After observing my actions Patsy spread her legs voluntarily though she did
blush when I looked over at her before pulling away from the curb.  As we
drove off a police car approached the park from the opposite direction.

"Well,-" I sad to Patsy as I turned the corner. "-it looks like the papers
won't have headlines about you having your bare ass spanked in Tuxedo Park
after all."  Much to Nancy and my enjoyment, Patsy's blush deepened almost
to the level she had attained on Saturday.


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