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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Our New Toy
Part: 01
Summary: Nancy and her husband decide to take a slave.
Keywords: MF FF hum

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entirely coincidental.


Our New Toy
Part 01
By
Norm DePloom

Nancy rode in silence while I drove towards our 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 let 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.  Since we were 
married, and in college, we had become the official 
`adult supervision' for trips to the river by a group 
made up mostly of our 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 of the 
entire group Patsy refused to take off her bathing 
suite.  I smiled, and hardened, as I remembered how 
Greg and I had walked over to where Patsy was wading 
in knee-deep water then, without asking her 
permission, or giving her a chance to protest, we 
removed Patsy's bathing suite.  To our great surprise 
she did not protest or try to stop us. 

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.  Just to make sure there would be no 
unauthorized wearing of clothes, Greg and I 
confiscated her bathing suite and her clothes.  We 
probably did not need to, even thought she spent the 
entire afternoon blushing and trying to hide parts of 
her body, Patsy 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 
gave my crotch a squeeze.  

"None of the males could take their eyes off her."

"Nor could half the females." Nancy 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 gave her a quick quizzical look 
while my fingers explored the moist warmth of her 
exposed vagina.  

"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 
imaginary light bulb over my head came on more like 
somebody slowly turning up a dimmer than someone 
throwing a switch.

"Oh, that."  Nancy shook her head in disbelieve that 
it had taken me so long to figure out what she was 
talking about, 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?"  My fingers explored 
deeper into Nancy's moist welcoming folds.
 
"She's almost painfully shy, and she's very religious.  
She even goes to church with her parents every Sunday.  
Oooh, yes.  Don't stop."  Nancy rocked her hips in 
time with my fingers.  "That's what makes her 
perfect."  She pushed the leg of my swimsuit aside and 
stroked me. 

"From what I saw this afternoon I'm convinced that if 
we just act like we have the right to tell her what to 
do she'll go along with whatever we want.  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."  
I 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, that will give you two scalps on 
your belt."  She laid her head back on the headrest 
and closed her eyes again.  "Oh god."  Nancy's hips 
convulsed, pushing herself hard against my hand.  "And 
she can be my first." She said 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 stood up and 
walked across the room to Patsy.  

"What are you doing?"  Patsy displayed considerable 
distress as Nancy, without explanation or seeking 
permission, unbuttoned Patsy's blouse.  

"You just be quite," Nancy pulled Patsy's blouse down 
her arms then unfastened Patsy's bra and pulled it 
off, "and wait here while I get you something more 
appropriate to wear." Nancy 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, as she slowly lowered her arms.  

"Wh-what are you d-doing to me." She stuttered with 
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 stood up and walked around Patsy, 
looking at her from every angle.  

"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 I grew a noticeable bulge in my 
trousers.  I stopped, facing her only a foot or two in 
front of her.  

"Why shouldn't I look at you?" I did not take 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 again.

"It was different because you were traipsing around 
naked in front of a whole bunch of people?"  I reached 
out and took her by the wrists to stop her from 
covering herself.  Patsy 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 sympathetically wiped the tears from 
Patsy's cheeks, "you have very beautiful breasts 
Patsy," Nancy 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 turned Patsy around to face 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, erotic, and down right obscene than having her 
breasts naked.  New tears rolled down Patsy's cheeks 
as she looked at herself in the mirror.  

"Please," Patsy turned and buried 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 lifted her 
head from Nancy's shoulder and 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, with 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 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 where 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 fingers.  

"Please," Patsy placed 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."

"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.  I just can't.  I can't and I wont." Patsy 
spoke with both fear and stubbornness in her voice.  
Nancy took hold of Patsy's chin and turned Patsy's 
face towards hers.  

"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 Patsy's 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 used her right hand to 
help Patsy pull her panties the rest of the way off.

"What's this?"  Nancy 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 stubbornly shouted her denial 
through her sobs.  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 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 removed 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 her body was almost enough to counter 
the car's air conditioning.  

"In fact," I sniffed the air experimentally a couple 
of times, "I can smell you from here."  Another record 
setting blush followed immediately.  

"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 but, don't worry, I will be 
able to tell you apart, even in the dark.  I can tell 
from the smell that you are both very wet." During the 
panty removal Patsy's skirt had gotten hiked up to the 
point where pubic hair was almost visible. Patsy's 
embarrassed glow continued as she started to pull her 
skirt back into place.

"It's fine the way it is."  Nancy pulled Patsy's hand 
away from the 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," Nancy 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."  

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 gently pulled Patsy's hand away from her 
crotch, "you're not allowed to cover yourself, and 
stop that crying."  Nancy spoke in a firm tone of 
voice.  "You're a grown woman, there's no reason for 
you to be bawling like a baby just because someone 
wants to look at you.  In fact," Nancy pulled 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 
held Patsy's legs open.

"Rules?"  

"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, ever 
allowed to cover up."

"Someone else?" Patsy's voice took on a panicky 
quality.  Her breathing was shallow and her body was 
trembling, in a combination of fear, shame and 
excitement, I'm sure.  

"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?"

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," 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, 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 wiped some of 
the tears from her cheeks.

"No," Patsy sniffed, "I don't like to cry."

"Then why, for gods sake, are you crying?  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 I stopped takking and pulled her clasped 
hands apart.  "Don't cover yourself like that."  I 
placed her hands by her sides then continued the 
lesson.  "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, third, 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 pinning her 
against the car.  

"And trust me," I brushed 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 the instructions, "hold one hand in the 
other, and just pretend that your hands are tied 
behind your back and you will do fine."

"Shoulder's back," I added, "we really want your 
pretty tits to be well displayed." Her now almost 
perpetual blush deepened and the tears flowed 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 walked her into the 
restaurant.      

"I think I'll call you 'Ancillula'" I announced to 
Patsy just as we reached the door.

"Ancillula?" Nancy looked at me quizzically, "what 
does 'Ancillula' mean?"

"It's Latin, it means 'little slave girl'."  Patsy's 
blush almost lit up the darkened restaurant.  

"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 hesitated only briefly 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 out thrust 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, 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, 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 slipped my hand inside her 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 took one of her 
breasts in each hand. "I'm enjoying the wait."  I 
leaned forward and sucked her left nipple into my 
mouth.  My 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 areolas 
that surrounded them were crinkled and hard.  I pulled 
a sheet of tissue from the dispenser and reached 
between Patsy's wide spread legs.   After patting the 
moister from her crotch I dropped the paper and 
touched her with my fingers.  Patsy's body jerked as 
another person's fingers touched her for what I'm sure 
was the first time.  It was my first time touching 
another woman and I didn't want to stop, but I knew my 
husband was waiting for both of us at the table.

"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 
left the restroom.  

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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 teased, "I was afraid 
you had decided to deflower her without me there to 
watch."  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 pleaded with her eyes to be allowed to cover 
herself.  Just then the waiter arrived with plates of 
food for Nancy and me.  As we ate, we would 
occasionally feed Patsy a forkful of food from our 
plates.  

"Ancillula has the most marvelous nipples," Nancy 
stated nonchalantly as she fed our toy a bite of 
stake.  

"Yes, I can see that," I said looking directly 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 grinned and 
winked at Patsy. 

"You'll just have to wait your turn."  Nancy 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 put 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."

"Well, come on, let's have some details, where did I 
touch you?"  

"You touched my breasts, Mistress," Patsy looked down 
at her lap.

"What did I touch you with?"

"You touched me with your hands, Mistress."

"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."  

"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 paused.  "If you lie I'll 
take that blouse off of you and make you walk out of 
the restaurant naked from the waist up."  We sat and 
waited in silence.  

"Yes, Mistress," she finally whispered, "I enjoyed 
it."  

"She was so wet when I wiped her I could hardly 
believe it," Nancy looked over at me, "and it wasn't 
from pee either."  Nancy looked back at Patsy. "Was 
it?"

"No Mistress."

Patsy's recital of her bathroom experiences left me 
even harder than I 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 left the restaurant, with Patsy between us, 
Nancy and I both lifted our side of Patsy's skirt and 
cupped her butt cheeks while we walked, at a leisurely 
pace, making sure everyone got a good look at Patsy's 
tight ass.  We crossed the parking lot and entered 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 huge 
erections.  We walked Patsy over to a display case and 
selected three vibrators of different sizes and one 
cute little butt plug that would fit nicely into her 
virgin rectum.  The last item I picked out was a 
`butterfly' vibrator.  The clerk inserted batteries 
for me, then I turned to Patsy.

"Lift your skirt."  She stared at me then, after 
looking at the other people in the store, shook 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 convincing 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 labia 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 vibrated against Patsy.  The look on Patsy's 
face was priceless.

"Oh god," she said in a barely audible whisper.  

"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 yourself 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 penis shoved into her gapping wet 
vagina.  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, then 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 used in every imaginable position by well 
endowed men, and she could not look at me without 
seeing my enjoyment of her situation.

"That is a clever little device," the man looked up at 
me, "did you buy that here?" 

"They have them up at the counter, with the dildos and 
butt plugs."  I responded, then I spoke to Patsy.  
"Tell the nice couple how good it feels."  While 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 paused, "it feels."

"I have a better idea," Patsy sighed with relief, "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 too 
late.  Patsy's body jerked rhythmically as wave after 
wave of orgasmic spasms moved through her.  

"Ooh yea, look at her cum," the lad stood up and 
watched Patsy's blushing, orgasming face, "we have got 
to get one of those."  Patsy dropped her skirt and 
reached out with both hands to hold onto the magazine 
rack as her knees weakened.  

A rhythmic `Unnggaaadd, unnggaaadd, unnggaadd' could 
be heard coming from Patsy's open mouth as her body 
jerked and banged 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 body tensed, I could 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 cried great heaving sobs.  
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 caused even more tears to 
flow from Patsy.  

"You'll have to forgive her," I put my own arm around 
Patsy's shoulder, "she's still a virgin and that was 
her first public sex display."  Of course this 
announcement added to Patsy's humiliation.  I walked 
Patsy 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 
also a bit dazed.  I had never seen Patsy cum before 
and was not prepared for how intense it was.  I was 
still holding onto the bondage magazine so I flipped 
through the pages while I waited for Patsy to calm 
down.  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 used by one man 
while several others waited for their turns.  I heard 
Patsy catch her breath when she saw the picture.  

"You really do want to be tied up, don't you?" I 
looked at Patsy.  "Tell me the truth," 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 think 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 continued 
rubbing her hard nipple with my fingers, "every 
night?"

"Yes," after a brief pause Patsy said, "Yes Master." 

"Do you scream like that when you finger yourself at 
night?"  I leaned over and took her hard nipple into 
my mouth.  

"No Master, I've never had an orgasm like that 
before."  I let her hard nipple slip from my mouth.

"That was better than anything you've ever experienced 
before, wasn't it?" 

"Oh yes Master.  It, it was," Patsy paused.

"Go ahead."  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 stood up 
and pulled her to her feet facing me. "This," I 
reached under her skirt and cupped her with my hand, 
"belongs to me."  

"Ye, yes, ma, Master," Patsy 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 I nestled into her fanny.  

"Do you know what this place is called?"  I indicated 
the booth we were in.  Patsy looked around observing 
the TV screen and the shelf with the box of facial 
tissues.  

"No."

"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 
pornography 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 pointed to a whole in 
the partition.  She shook her head `no'.  "That," I 
continued 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 I was pressed against her crotch.  

"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 male that puts himself 
through that hole.  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 
watch."  Even though the butterfly was turned off and 
no longer vibrating against her, each step moved it 
ever so slightly against Patsy's 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 butt 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," Patsy would whimper softly and 
beg every time 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 one last time.  The 
twenty other people in the theater filed past our 
seats just as Patsy's body trembled and spasmed 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 wept 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'm sure that, if 
we had released her, she would have fallen.  I'm 
convinced that the thought spinning around in Patsy's 
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 while 
seated between Nancy and me.  When we got to the 
apartment parking lot she walked between us making no 
attempt to close her blouse as we passed 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 there, then come 
into the living room."  Nancy and I left Patsy in the 
hallway.  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, 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 fingers laced, and your elbows out to 
the side," I paused until Patsy complied, "and always 
spread your feet far enough apart that we can feel you 
with our hands if it pleases us."  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 knees.  
"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 said 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.

"No Mistress, 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 a few days 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 you."  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 
door to the hallway.

"Yes Master," Patsy stopped and turned to look at us 
hopefully.

"About your habit of ah, 'playing with yourself' every 
night," I smiled at Patsy's embarrassment, "never do 
it again without our permission."

"Yes Master."  Her whole body slumped just a little, 
like air being let out of a blow up doll.  

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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