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NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 17:51:17 PDT
Subject: {ASSM} Our New Toy part 10 (MF/F, hum)
Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 23:10:02 -0400
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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories bout forced sex, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it.

Copyright (c) 2001 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 10
By
Norm DePloom

We dropped Patsy off at the Amos Alanzo Stagg high school main entrance and
watched the open-mouthed, bug-eyed stares of her fellow students, both male
and female, none of whom had ever imagined that she was hiding a body of
such world-class stature under the loose-fitting baggy clothes she
customarily wore.  The bright red color of Patsy's face extended down her
neck and disappeared under her thin blouse.  We knew, from experience, that
this marvelous color of her embarrassment would extend down to the tops of
her almost-showing breasts.  Patsy wobbled only briefly on her new spike
high heels as she climbed the steps and, pulling the door open with a
trembling hand, disappeared inside the school.

Nancy and I drove to a nearby coffee shop and, after purchasing a lahte and
a triple mocha, set up our laptop.  I retrieved our receiver from the
computer case and plugged it into the port on the back of the laptop.
Almost like magic we began receiving the image and sound from the small
camera and microphone I had hidden in Gail's purse the night before.  Gail
had obviously done some practicing and was having no problem keeping the
camera focused on Patsy without making it obvious to her.

"Oh God-"  We heard Patsy share with her erstwhile best friend.  "-I'm so
embarrassed."  Gail's 'How come?'  was almost lost by the noise of her purse
being shifted into a better position.

"I have to walk around school all day dressed like a tramp, and wearing
these ribbons,-"  We could see her pointing to the ribbon around her neck.
"-and I have to tell anybody that asked the my new owners are making me do
it,-"  There was almost a slight sob in her voice. "-wouldn't you be
embarrassed?"

"Of course I would."  Gail answered sympathetically while she moved to keep
the camera pointed at her friend.  "You could always go home and change."
Gail suggested helpfully.  "Or just take off the ribbons until last period."
Gail leaned closer to Patsy.  "How would they ever know?"  Patsy looked down
at her ribbon bound wrists before answering.

"No-" She said her resolve strengthening. "-I must do what they want me to
do, even if I'm not with them."  Patsy seemed to hesitate, deep in thought.
"I've got to act like they can see my every move, even when I know they
can't."  Patsy looked into her friend's eyes.  "I can't explain it-"  She
continued.  "-but being with them, obeying them, no matter how humiliating
or embarrassing it is-"  Patsy paused searching for just the right words.
"-seems to complete me in some way I never could have imagined before it
happened."

"But-" Patsy continued leaning close to her friend and speaking in a low
voice we could just barely hear.  "-this is the hardest thing I've ever had
to do."

"Even harder than Sunday?"  We could hear the smirk in Gail's voice as she
asked the question.

"Yes."  Patsy answered without any signs of additional embarrassment in
front of her friend.  "Even harder than Sunday."  We heard the bell ringing
in the back ground and watched the picture jump around as Gail, still trying
to keep it pointed toward Patsy, was jostled by the hordes of high school
students heading for the day's first classes.  As soon as they were seated
in class Gail, following my instructions, turned off the camera and
microphone transmitter to save battery power.  Nancy and I sat back and,
taking advantage of the relative privacy of our corner booth, relaxed and
gently touched each other under the table while we drank our coffee and
waited for the next transmission from our little spy.

Nancy and I waited patiently, enjoying each other's company and watching the
other customers come and go from the coffee shop, until the time arrived for
us to fire up our laptop and tune in to the next installment of 'Our New Toy
Back at School'.  We re-acquired the signal just as Patsy and Gail were
standing up from their desks, collecting their books and heading for the
door.

"Come on Gail,-"  I said out loud when I noticed that Patsy was carrying her
books cradled in her arms covering her breasts.  "-you know what to do."
Almost as if she heard my voice Gail reached out and, placing a hand on
Patsy's shoulder, both stopped her forward progress and turned her to face
directly into the hidden camera.

"Don't you think-" Gail asked her friend. "-that they-"  The emphasis placed
on the word 'they' made it obvious to Patsy who was being referred to.
"-would want you to carry your books lower down, maybe by your side?"
Patsy's face turned bright red as she moved her books revealing her breasts
topped by hard crinkly nipples almost completely not hidden by the blouse
Nancy had picked out for her.

"MMMM, they are nice."  Nancy said as she moved her hand up my leg and
squeezed my hard cock.  We watched, and listened as Patsy and Gail walked
through the crowded hallway to their next class.  Patsy's face remained red
and, although we could not see it, I'm sure the red extended down her neck
and across the tops of her breasts, as the males whistled and commented on
Patsy 'new' look.  Nancy spread her legs and I slipped my hand into her
crotch as we both imagined what Patsy's unique underwear felt like as the
little 'rosebud' knots rubbed against her with each step.  Just as they
reached the door to their next class Patsy and Gail were overtaken by
another girl.

"What's with the slut clothes?"  She asked pushing between Patsy and Gail,
temporarily disrupting our view.   Patsy stopped dead in her tracks next to
the hallway wall just outside the classroom.  Nancy and I booth leaned
closer to the laptop's screen our hands continuing to stimulate each other
as we watched this first test of our instructions.  Gail quickly moved into
a position which gave us an excellent view of Patsy red face.

"My-"  Her voice sent a thrill through my body.  I could hear her
embarrassment, her humiliation and her sexual excitement.  "-my owners-"
She spoke in a husky lust filled voice that caused Nancy to redouble her
hands efforts under the table.  "-told me to."  She finished then, pushing
past the girls rushed though the door into the classroom.  Just as the
camera was turned off we caught a grin on the third girl's face.  Obviously
Gail had arranged this first confrontation for our enjoyment.

"We'll be lucky-" Nancy announced as she looked around the coffee shop then
moved to slip stealthily under the table. "-if that girl doesn't rape you
when she gets home this afternoon."  I would have asked for her to elaborate
but I knew that Nancy, having impeccable manners, would not talk with her
mouth full.

Lunchtime was particularly embarrassing for Patsy, and particularly
stimulating for Nancy and myself.  I learned once again what a powerful
aphrodisiac it was to watch another person's humiliation.  While we watched,
and listened to, Patsy blushingly and haltingly explain over and over again
that her 'owners' required her to wear the red ribbons around her neck,
wrists and ankles, or that her 'owners' required her to wear the slutty
clothes Nancy slid as far down on the bench as she could and spread her legs
as I slipped my hand under her skirt to push my fingers deep into her eager
wet folds.  Clutching onto my arm Nancy rode my hand to two consecutive
orgasms before Patsy, after taking her lunch remains to the trash can,
walked out of the cafeteria.  I was proud to see that she walked straight
and tall making no attempt to hide her bouncing, gently swaying breasts
under her almost see-through blouse.

Gail, obviously caught by surprise stuffed her last couple of bits of food
in her mouth, then glancing into the camera and whispering 'sorry' ran off
after her friend.  Gail caught up to Patsy just outside their next
classroom.  We could see tears streaming down Patsy's face as she leaned up
against the wall beside the door.  Gail put a consoling hand on Patsy's
shoulder as she maneuvered her purse into position to capture the tears.

"I don't know about this Gail person."  Nancy observed as we both enjoyed
mochas as we waited for the next class to end.  "She doesn't really seem to
be much of a friend to Patsy."  Nancy took a sip of her coffee.  "One thing
for sure their not going to be friends after Patsy sees these video files."

"Don't be too sure."  I replied taking a sip of my own coffee.

"Oh?"  Nancy replied.

"After all Gail and a male friend were at the party on Sunday."  I expanded
on my thinking.   "Patsy new they were there, she knows how Gail reacted
when we made her wash Gail."

"You think Gail has a crush on Patsy?"  Nancy asked.

"I think Gail wants to fuck Patsy's brains out-"  I noticed Nancy's smile as
I took another sip of coffee.  "-but I don't think she's really fully aware
of her own feelings yet.  Being willing to have sex with a boy while Patsy
watched, and allowing Nancy to clean her up afterwards-"  I explained my
thoughts. "-and helping us today, are all ways for her to express her deep
buried lust for Patsy without admitting the feelings to herself."  I paused
for a moment then continued.  "She also told me she thought this would be a
good way to 'get back at' Patsy for acting like such a 'better than
everybody else', 'goody two shoes' her whole life.

The last big event of Patsy's school day was PE Class.  Thanks to Gail we
got to watch Patsy, in all her red faced glory strip down to her elastic
strap 'panties' then pull on her gym shorts and shirt.  She answered the
inevitable questions with barely audible recitations of our commanded
phrases, then hurried out onto the field.  The camera did not accompany them
out onto the field, but we both noticed that Patsy, either by design or
accident had left her specially designed panties on under her gym shorts.
By the time her camera came back on as the girls stripped for their showers
and to redress in their street cloths, we could see that Patsy was flushed
with undeniable sexual energy.  As we watched the dressing room scene we
speculated on how many times Patsy may have cum with the panties rubbing her
clitoris and her ass.

"You realize how many copies of this we could sell to the boys at that
school?"  I asked Nancy.  Before she could reply the PE teacher appeared in
the scene and asked Patsy to come into her office.  The camera turned
quickly to Gail's worried face as she asked softly 'What do I do?'.  Not
having any way to broadcast back to her we could not offer advice.  The
video feed was turned off, then a muffled, but understandable audio feed
came through.

 "...dress like that?"   We heard a voice, obviously the PE teacher ask
Patsy.  We listened with our breaths held waiting to see what Patsy would
reply.  We had told her to say that her owners had told her to wear the
clothes if she was asked, now we weren't sure if we really wanted her to
answer her teacher that way.

"My clothes are within the letter of the school rules, and it is not your
business what I wear as long as they are."  We were relieved that she had,
this time, deviated from our rules, and proud of her for standing up to her
teacher the way she did.  We each realized that we would have to think out
our rules a little more carefully, at least until graduation day.

"This just isn't like you, Patsy,-"  We heard the teacher continue. "-you
just don't dress this way, you never have."

"I do now-" Patsy replied with firm determination. "-and why I choose to is
nobodies business but mine."

"I'm going to call your mother."  The teacher announced.

"I'm eighteen now, and my mother no longer tells me what I can wear."  Patsy
stated with a matter-of-fact assurance we had not seen in her before.

"I'm going to call her anyway-" The teacher insisted. "-what's your home
number?"  A smile spread across my face, and I reached for my cell phone as
I listened to Patsy give that number to the teacher instead of her parent's
phone number.  Well, it was her 'home' number now.  I handed the phone to
Nancy just as it started to play Revel's Balero.

"Hello?"  Nancy answered after pushing the button and putting the phone up
to her ear.  I leaned closer so I could hear booth sides of the
conversation.

"Who is this?"  The teacher asked suspiciously.

"This is Mrs. Kline, who are you?"  Nancy asked with equal suspicion in her
voice.

"This is Ms Walker, Patsy's PE teacher."  The phone answered.

"Yes?"  Nancy responded.  "Has my daughter been hurt?"  She fained just the
right amount of concern.

"No, nothing like that, it's about-"  The voice hesitated like the teacher
really wasn't sure how to proceed. "-it's about the way your daughter is
dressed."

"Yes?"  Nancy replied with considerable chill in her voice.

"Well-" The voice continued, obviously subdued by the chill in Nancy's
voice. "-while they are technically within the rules of the school..."

"If they are within the rules of the school-" Nancy broke in with a
considerably frostier tone "-then why are you bothering me?"

"They are so radically different than what I'm used to seeing her wear."

"Oh-"  Nancy chuckled. "-Patsy is eighteen now what she wears in up to her."

"But..."

"But nothing,-" Nancy's voice turned stern, like she was talking to a
recalcitrant child.  "-let me talk to my daughter."  We could imagine the
teacher, a stunned look on her face, holding out the phone for Patsy.

"Hello?" We heard our toy's now timid voice on the phone.

"You have done very well."  Nancy informed her.  "Now leave her office and
wait for us in front of the school."  Knowing that our new slave was no
dummy we were pretty sure that, by the time we picked her up she would have
noodled through to the conclusion that we had some way of keeping track of
her at school.

We each ordered another cup of coffee while I unhooked my laptop and stored
my equipment back in it's carrying case.  We intended to allow Patsy to
stand in front of the school for many long embarrassing minutes, giving all
of the students a chance to admire her firm sexy body before we picked her
up.

Patsy was in tears when we finally arrived in front of the school.  Nancy
got out of the car and allowed Patsy to take her customary position in the
front seat between us.  Much to our delight Patsy, in spite of her tears,
carefully pulled the back of her skirt up and placed her hands behind her
back as I pulled away from the curb.

"You've done very well today."  Nancy assured Patsy as she put her arm
around the crying girl and pulled her close. Nancy let Patsy rest her head
on her shoulder, while she stroked Patsy hair.  Watching the interaction in
the mirror while I drove I was struck by a wave of jealousy.  I realized
that while either one of these women would gladly satisfy my every sexual
whim, I could never really understand the depth of, nor fully participate
in, the relationship that I was watching develop between Nancy the mistress
and Patsy her little slave girl.  I also found myself being unexpectedly
aroused by the sight of their loving exchange.  Leaving such 'philosophical'
thoughts for later I drove straight home, anxious to se if Greg had
accomplished his mission while we were monitoring our Toy's day in school.

"Leave your clothes on for now."  I instructed Patsy, stopping her from
removing her clothes as I closed the front door of our apartment.  "I have a
little surprise for you."  I announced as we walked down the entrance hall.
Nancy gave me a quizzical look over her shoulder then turned and stopped
dead in her tracks as she saw what had been done to our living room.

"What?"  I asked the two slack-jawed women.  "Haven't you ever heard of a
home theater before?"  All though I had planned the whole escapade with Greg
I must admit that the results impressed even me.  Our furniture had been
removed and, in its place, at the far end of the room, taking up its entire
width was a small stage complete with an arched proscenium.  The stage was
bare except for one overstuffed chair.  On each side of an isle running down
the center of the room to the step leading up onto the stage, were three
rows of cushioned theater seats, three seats connected together in each row
for a total of eighteen seats. The seats were placed on a temporary wood
floor that had been placed on top of the carpet in the room.  From where we
stood, we could just make out at the rear, stage left, the door into the
kitchen.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get used to walking across a stage just to
get from the front room to the rest of the apartment."  Nancy observed
matter of factly.  I dimmed the 'house' lights then brought up the 'stage'
lights made up of two sets of track lights with a couple of strategically
placed small stage lights.

"It's time-"  I told Patsy turning her to face me and placing my hands on
her shoulders. "-for you to put on your first sex show."  Patsy gulped hard
and, her face turning red, glanced over her shoulder at the lit stage.  As
the red color deepened on her face I noticed that Patsy's nipples were
growing hard and her aureoles, just visible through her blouse were becoming
crinkled with excitement.  I started music playing on the stereo and Nancy
and I took second row seats as Patsy, her entire body trembling visibly,
climbed the single step up onto the stage.

"Start by just swaying your hips in time with the music."  I instructed
Patsy as Nancy and I settled into our seats.  "Now-"  I continued my
instructions.  "-slowly move your hands up your sides, then across your
breasts."  I put my arm around Nancy and twirled my fingertip gently around
her hardening nipple.  "Pretend your hands belong to a boy friend who is
seducing you, tease yourself and us by almost but not quite touching those
places where you want to be touched so badly you can hardly stand it."
Patsy obeyed, moving her hands up her sides then across her breasts.  She
almost, but not quite, touched her nipples as she ran her hands up onto her
neck then over her face and through her hair.

Patsy's swaying hips took on more sexual urgency as the beat of the music
slowly built in intensity.  As my hand's explored Nancy's willing body Patsy
brought her hands back down across her breasts, coming closer but still
missing her nipples, then down across her stomach and onto her thighs.
Getting into the feel of the music and almost instinctively understanding
what was expected of her Patsy moved her hands back up her thighs pulling he
skirt with them allowing us to almost glimpse her clean shaven crotch before
letting the skirt slip from her hands.

Patsy began to move more of her body in time with the music as she pulled
the tail of her blouse from underneath the waistband of her skirt.  Slipping
her hands under the blouse Patsy gently caressed her breasts and, for the
first time, allowed her fingers to linger on her hard nipples and crinkled
aureoles which were left bare by the cut-away bra we had dressed her in.  As
I helped Nancy remove her clothes we could hear the unmistakable sounds of
deep throaty moans coming from Patsy up on the stage.

Once naked, Nancy opened my trousers and, after unbuttoning my shirt, turned
to face the stage.  Supporting herself on the backs of the chairs in front
of us Nancy straddled my legs and lowered herself onto me as Patsy's hands
once again wondered down over her thighs pushing her skirt deeply into her
crotch.  I felt Nancy's warm moistness engulfing me as Patsy, eyes closed,
swayed on the stage while she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip, ever so
slowly down her arms to fall in a pile on the stage behind her.  I reached
around and massaged Nancy's breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples as
Patsy, pushing her skirt once again deeply between her thighs road her own
hands back and forth, the sexual excitement seemingly transporting her into
some erotic dream world of her own.

I decided to let Patsy perform with her eye's shut, for now, there would be
plenty of time in the future to train her to look into the eyes of her
audience while she pleasured herself for their entertainment.  Moving her
hands slowly back up across her bare stomach Patsy unhooked the bra and let
it slip down her arms to join the blouse on the stage.  Nancy and I matched
our rhythm to that of Patsy on the stage as she slowly unfastened the skirt
and, after letting it slip down her shapely legs, kicked it to the side.
Nancy and I reveled in the sight of Patsy, now dressed only in stockings,
garter belt and Nancy's specially designed 'panties' as her hands moved once
again down over her now naked inner thighs then up across her bare, hairless
crotch.

"Sit in the chair-"  I ordered, my own voice husky with sexual excitement.
"-prop your legs up on the arms and finger yourself."  Caught up in the
moment, her embarrassment, for the time forgotten, Patsy sat in the chair as
ordered and while pushing two fingers deeply into herself, pinched her
nipples roughly with her other hand.  Loud moans came from all three of us
as we, each alone and all three together, raced to what we knew would be
mind boggling orgasms.

"Oh God, fuck me..." We all began to chant, almost in unison, as our minds
came together in the most intense act of mutual sexual pleasure any of us
had ever experienced, leaving us all draped across our chairs too limp to
move.

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