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Subject: {ASSM} "Our New Toy" part 11 (MF/F, cons, dom, slave)
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Our New Toy
Part 11
by
Norm DePloom

All three of us remained draped over our chairs for several
minutes while we caught our breath.  I was the first to
move, pulling my phone from the clip on my belt around my
ankles.  I speed dialed my favorite Chinese restaurant and
ordered food to be delivered.

"Ancillula," I addressed Patsy using the Latin name I'd given
her.  The name means 'little slave girl', "get a wash cloth
and do your duty."  Patsy slowly raised her head from where
it had been lolling against the back of the chair, looked
around like she was trying to figure out where she was and
how she got there.  Then she slowly closed her legs and,
standing up walked, still a bit wobbly, out the door at the
back of the stage toward the bathroom.  While we waited
for our slave to return with wash clothes and towels to
perform her cleaning duties I reached between Nancy's legs
and absent-mindedly fingered her soft wet folds.  When
Patsy returned from the bathroom she barely had room to
kneel between my legs with her back pressed firmly against
the back of the chair behind her.  She gently washed away
the sticky-ness with a warm cloth then dried me with a clean
towel.  After finishing with me Patsy washed and dried
Nancy.

"Go put on your maid costume."  I instructed Patsy once
Nancy and my genitals were clean and dry.  Patsy picked up
the wash clothes and towels and headed back toward the
bathroom.  Nancy and I sat in our theater chairs, our clothes
in disarray gently playing with each other's bodies while we
waited for Patsy to return.  I must admit I twitched in
Nancy's hand when Patsy came back into the room dressed
as the 'French Maid', her breasts being supported and
displayed by the corset and her clean shaved crotch bare for
all to see.  Patsy was standing center stage, waiting for
instructions when the doorbell rang.

"Come here."  I ordered pulling my pants up enough to
retrieve my wallet.  Patsy stepped down from the stage and
walked down the center isle until she stood next to me.  I
slipped my hand between her legs and felt the moistness
and heat, then handed her the money.

"Answer the door," I told her, "and pay the delivery boy for
our dinner."  Patsy's face turned bright red as she took the
money from my hand then, after waiting for a couple of
seconds for me to remove my other hand from between her
thighs, she walked off toward the hallway leading to the
front door.  Nancy and I grinned at each other as we
imagined the look on the delivery boy's face when the door
opened and the obscenely dressed Patsy held out the money
for our dinner.  After standing up and straightening our
clothes Nancy and I placed a small table and two chairs at
the center of the stage. Patsy returned carrying a brown
paper bag.  The top of the bag was folded over and held
closed with a stapled on receipt for the food inside.

"Set the table," Nancy instructed Patsy, "then serve us our
dinner."  We sat talking while Patsy placed plates and
chopsticks in front of us then dished the food from the take-
out cartons onto our plates.  When she was done Nancy
instructed her to kneel facing the table with her hands held
behind her back.  While we ate we would feed Patsy bites
from our plates much as we would if she had been nothing
more than our favorite pet.

"From now on," I instructed Patsy as I fed her a fried prawn,
"you will continue to refer to us as your owners when you
are speaking about both of us," I took a bite, "but when you
refer to me you will address me as your 'Domitor' and when
you refer to Nancy you will use the word 'Domitrix'."  Nancy
gave Patsy a bight of her almond chicken.

"Don't you mean 'dominatrix'?"  Nancy asked me.

"No," I responded, "domitor and domitrix are Latin for male
and female trainers." Nancy gave me a funny look.  "Hey, I
can't help it if I like Latin."  Nancy shook her head slowly
and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling.

"What am I?"  I asked Patsy.

"My Domitor."  She replied with total seriousness.

"And who is she?"  I asked pointing to Nancy.

"My Domitrix." She replied.

"And you are?"  I asked.

"Ancillula," she replied with her head bowed, "the little slave
girl."  I gently pinched her crinkled nipple to reward her for
answering correctly.  We ate, and fed bites of food to Patsy
without speaking for a few minutes.

"I've been wondering," I said to Patsy holding a fried wanton
just out of her reach, "can you suck on your own nipples?"
For some reason, even after having just masturbated in
front of us for our pleasure, the question caused Patsy to
blush almost as brightly as she had the first Saturday when
we had taken her to lunch.  Patsy stared down at the floor,
her face glowing with her embarrassment.

"I don't know, Domitor."  She answered in a whisper.  I
reached out and cupped her breast with my other hand.

"Give it a try."  Still blushing Patsy brought her hands around
from behind her back and, after cupping her right breast
with both hands, stretched the breast toward her mouth
while she bent her head over straining to get her mouth to
the nipple.  Stretching out her tongue Patsy began to lick
her nipple causing it to harden as we watched.  Pulling it
ever closer to her mouth she finally closed her lips on the
stiffening morsel and began to suck.

"Very good."  I said stroking her hair.  "Now try the other
one."  Patsy released her saliva wetted right nipple and
brought her left one up to her mouth.  "That's very good."  I
told her.  "While we finish eating," I said putting the fried
wanton I had been holding into my mouth, "I want you to
switch back and forth sucking on each of your nipples for a
count of fifty before switching back to the other one."  My
physical reaction to watching Patsy sucking on first one
nipple then the other while we ate was hidden under the
table, but Nancy was visibly squirming in her seat by the
time our meal was done.

"Clean off the table," Nancy instructed, stopping the dinner
show in mid-suck as Nancy, now flushed more with
excitement than with embarrassment, released her saliva
coated, crinkled, erect nipples and began to collect our
plates, "while you are stacking the dishes in the
dishwasher," Nancy continued, "you may eat whatever is
left."

"Yes Domitrix."  Patsy replied with a subservient blush
adding to her growing sexual excitement.

"I expect you back in here in no more than five minutes."  I
added my instructions to the ones that Nancy had issued.

"Yes Domitor." Patsy answered with a slight bow before she
picked up the dirty dishes and turned to leave the room
through the door into the kitchen at the back of the stage.

"Also," I said stopping Patsy just before she stepped off the
back of the stage, "when you return bring that open can of
Hershey dark chocolate syrup that's in the refrigerator."
Nancy raised her eyebrows questioningly as Patsy turned
said "Yes Domitor" then turned back and disappeared into
the kitchen.  Nancy and I talked about the events of the day
and our plans for the evening while we waited for our slave
to complete her assigned tasks and return.  When Patsy
walked back through the door and up onto the stage I took
the can of chocolate syrup from her.

"Remove your clothes."  I ordered.  Patsy began to remove
the maid's clothes when I held out my hand and stopped
her.  "Whenever you undress," I told her, "it should be a
performance, a show.  If there are people around to watch
you should be doing it for their pleasure.  If there are no
people around you should still be putting on a show for
practice."  Patsy nodded her head that she under stood
then, starting to blush once more began to remove her sexy
costume in a as erotic a manner as she could think of.  "You
should," I continued as she slowly removed her clothes,
"always ask yourself if your look, your posture, your attitude
is such that every person around you will become consumed
with the desire to fuck you senseless."  The way I phrased it
elicited both a giggle and an additional blush from our young
virgin slave.  By the time Patsy was standing in front of us
naked, I was suppressing the urge to fuck her senseless
right then and there myself.

"Lay on your back."  I instructed, standing up and pointing
to the table.  Patsy and Nancy both looked doubtfully at the
table, which was sturdy but not large enough to support all
of Patsy's naked body.  I helped Patsy first sit on the table,
then lie back.  She ended up arched oier the table top with
only her butt and her shoulder blades supported by the
edges of the table.

"For desert," I announced, "we are going to have chocolate
covered slave girl."

"Yum-yum" Nancy said with exaggerated enthusiasm while
Patsy giggled at the idea.  Tipping the can of Hershey's extra
dark chocolate I began to drizzle the sticky syrup over
Patsy's naked body.  Starting with her breasts, coating her
nipples and running spirals down the sides I moved on to
her navel where I left a small lake of chocolate before
continuing on to her crotch where I insured that every naked
fold was drenched in the dark confection.  As soon as I
stopped pouring Nancy had her face buried in Patsy's sweet
crotch licking the chocolate from her smooth skin.  I set the
can aside then leaning over, began the task of cleaning the
sticky material from our slave girls nipples and breasts.
Cleaning Patsy's breasts while watching my wife
enthusiastically licking every drop from her warm flesh left
me hard and ready for some attention.  Dropping my pants
to the floor I first poured some more of the chocolate syrup
on Patsy's crotch to keep Nancy busy, then drizzled a
generous amount up and down my hard shaft before
pushing my chocolate coated head against Patsy's lips.
Patsy immediately opened her mouth and swirled her tongue
over me, removing every drop of chocolate.  Pulling most of
the way out, I re-coated myself then pushed back inside her
eager mouth.

Laying as she was on her back with her head and shoulders
hanging over the edge of the table Patsy was perfectly
positioned to take me deeper into her mouth and throat
than she had before.  I gently but persistently pushed
myself deeper and deeper, backing out when she started to
gag, only to push more deeply when the gagging subsided.
It took a few minutes, but before I was done our slave girl
had learned the secret to taking a man all the way into her
mouth, and my scrotum was rhythmically banging against
her noes.  During the lesson Patsy had reached over her
head and had both of her arms wrapped around my thighs.
She seemed to be just as determined to learn the skill, as I
was to have her learn it.  Nancy watched from her position
in Patsy's crotch as I emptied myself into Patsy's mouth then
sat back in the chair and watched Patsy's body move in
rhythmic jerks as Nancy drove her from one orgasm to
another until she laid draped over the table in total
exhaustion.

I left Patsy in Nancy's capable hands for another study
session hooked up to the reward and punishment devices
and left the apartment to take care of some business of my
own.

When I returned I found Nancy, nude, setting in the
overstuffed chair in the middle of our small stage.  Patsy sat
on the floor at Nancy's feet, her head resting on Nancy's lap,
while Nancy slowly stroked her hair.  I was struck by, and
once again excited by, the depth of the relationship that
seemed to be building between the mistress and her slave.
I joined them on the stage.  Leaning over I explored Nancy's
mouth with my tongue while I cradled her breast in my hand
and tweaked her nipple.  Pulling my mouth from Nancy's I
released her breast and gave Patsy a pat on the head.

"Is our Ancillula ready for her finals tomorrow?"

"Yes," Nancy answered with a smile as she continued softly
petting Patsy's warm naked skin, "she's going to do very
well."  I stood watching them feeling almost embarrassed,
like I was interrupting an intensely private moment they
were sharing.  "Go run my bath."  Nancy said to Patsy who
climbed to her feet and headed towards the door at the back
of the stage, which led to the bathroom.

"If we ever get divorced," Nancy said in all seriousness as
she took my hand and pulled me down toward her upturned
mouth, "I get custody of our slave."

"Talk to my lawyer."  I said just as our lips met.  I massaged
Nancy's breasts as we kissed and spread my legs when she
slipped her hand into my crotch.  We continued kissing and
playing with each others bodies until we heard Patsy
stepping up onto the stage.

"Your bath is ready Domitrix."  Patsy informed us with her
eyes on the floor in front of her.  We broke our kiss and
Nancy rose to her feet then walked, still naked, across to the
door.  With Patsy following Nancy disappeared in the
direction of her bath.  I busied myself with my plans for
Saturday while Nancy enjoyed her private bath time with her
plaything.

"Domitrix is finished with her bath, Domitor."  Patsy said,
almost ninety minutes later when she came back into the
room.  Her hair was damp, her skin was flushed and her
nipples were hard with excitement.

"Run my bath Ancillula, and make it hot."

"Yes Domitor."  Patsy replied then turned and headed back
towards the bathroom.  She re-appeared several minutes
later and, after crossing the stage to where I was setting,
knelt in front of me.

"Your bath is ready, Domitor."  She informed me in a soft
voice.  I stood up then offered her my hand.  "Thank you,
Domitor."  Patsy said as she took my hand and pulled herself
to her feet.

"Undress me."  I ordered standing beside the tub of hot
water.  For the second night in a row Patsy removed my
clothes, folding each piece as she took it off and setting
them in a neat pile.  I was fully erect again by the time she
was finished.  Being undressed by a naked eighteen-year-old
female always seems to have that effect on me.  Patsy
cupped my testicles and looked up at me questioningly.  I
nodded my head and Patsy took me into her mouth.  Placing
my hands on the sides of her head I controlled her speed
and depth.  Patsy was a fast learner and really needed very
little correction.  Even with her limited experience Patsy had
already mastered the basics of using her mouth to give
pleasure to a man.  After she had swallowed all that I had to
give her I stepped into the still hot bath then sat in the
water and reclined against the sloped end of the tub.  Patsy
was wearing the silk ribbons around her ankles and her neck
but I noticed that her silk ribbon 'manacles' were draped
over one of the towel racks.  Patsy, still on her knees soaped
a wash cloth then began to wash my body.

"Tell me your favorite masturbation fantasy."  I instructed
her as I relaxed in the hot water and enjoyed the decadent
pleasure of being washed by a subservient young woman.
"Make it a story and be very detailed."  Patsy blushed
deeply, unaware that I'd already heard an abbreviated
version when I eves dropped on her and Nancy the previous
evening.

"I'm a young French girl."  Patsy stated her story as she
washed me.  "I live in a small village on the coast."  She
continued.  "I'm making my confession.  I do this daily
because I'm obsessed with confessing as a way to maintain
my purity.  I never have anything really bad to confess, but I
come back every day to confess the petty little sins that a
young virginal girl might commit.  Every time I come to
confession the old priest asks me if I have had impure
thoughts and seems to be disappointed when he learns that
I have not had any impure thoughts."  As Patsy told her
story I let my hand roam over her naked skin before
concentrating on the breast and nipple nearest to me.

"On this day the old priest, instead of giving me absolution,
begins to ask questions.  'Do you ever imagine what it would
feel like to be kissed by a boy?' he asks.  Kneeling in the
confessional I hang my head in shame.  'Yes.'  I whisper.
'That is an impure thought.'  The old priest tells me.  'Do you
ever think about being touched by a man?'  He asks me.
'Yes' I whisper again.  Before the old priest can tell me that
this, also, is an impure thought, I hear noises and screams
from outside the church.  I get off my knees and run
outside.  There I see three Viking longboats pulled up onto
the sand.  I see big burly bearded savage looking men
moving through our village.  They are burning our buildings,
stealing our possessions, killing the men and raping the
women."  The telling of her fantasy is obviously having a
powerful effect on Patsy; her breathing is shallow and
excited, the red of embarrassment on her face has been
replaced with a blush of excitement.  I notice that both of
her nipples are hard, not just the one I had been twisting
and pulling on with my finger and thumb.

"I turn to run but something hits me from behind sending
me sprawling on the ground and knocking my breath from
my body.  I feel myself being picked up and barely get a
glimpse of a giant of a man with long blond hair and a full
red beard who throws my over his shoulder with no more
effort than if I was a bag of flour.  As he turns and carries
me toward the boats he seems to be totally unaware of my
fists hitting his back or of my feet kicking at him.  He is
obviously a man of power.  Most of the other men shy away
from him, or speak to him with respect.  Only a few of the
men seem to be brave enough or powerful enough to joke
with him about his 'great treasure'.  They spoke a language I
couldn't understand, but I seem to know what they are
saying.  I see other girls and women, most of them already
stripped of their clothes and their dignity, being carried
towards the boats.

He carries me across the deck then down a dark hole to a
room under the deck that's just barely big enough for a cot.
The ceiling is so low that he can't stand up straight and he
has to crotch over.  He dumps me on the rough wood floor
then grabs me by the neck and pulls me to my feet.  His
hand is so big that it goes almost all the way around my
neck, and so strong I'm sure he could snap my neck with no
effort at all.  He makes it clear he wants me to take my
clothes off.  I refuse.  He squeezes my neck, cutting off
most of my air and slaps my face and tells my again.  Still I
refuse.  Squeezing my neck even harder he starts ripping my
clothes off with his other hand."  While she talked I climbed
out of the bath and put on a terry cloth robe then sat down
on the toilet to listen as she finished her tale kneeling in
front of me.  When she told me about the man in her
fantasy choking her while he ripped her clothes from her
body I slipped my hands around her neck and applied just
the slightest of pressure.

"I pass out," Patsy continued, stretching her neck up inviting
me to continue my mock choking, "while he ripped my
clothes from my body and when I come to I'm laying on the
floor naked, my hands are tied behind my back.  There is a
rope tied around my neck and another rope tied from that to
an iron ring attached to the wall.  He pulls me to my feet
with the rope tied around my neck and holds me by my neck
again while he explores my naked body with his other hand.
I feel like there's a trail of filth being spread over my body,
everywhere his hand touches feels dirty and corrupted.  As
he touches me I can hardly breath, I'm on the verge of
passing out again.  He forces his hand between my legs.  I
try to push him away but I don't have any strength left.  I
feel like a bolt of lightening is surging through my body
when he forces his fingers inside me.  I can't understand
why I'm so wet and ready for him.  My head is spinning from
the feelings of his fingers invading and violating my body
mixed with his cutting off my air.  Just as I'm on the verge
of blacking out he pulls his hand from between my legs and
throws me on the floor.  As he takes off his dirty smelly
clothes I crawl into the corner of the room.  I sob and beg
him not to hurt me.  I know he can't understand my
language, but I'm equally sure he knows exactly what I'm
saying."  By this point in Patsy's telling of her fantasy I'm
fully aroused once more.  Nancy was already asleep so I
took Patsy out onto the stage.  I figured she needed to get
used to performing on the stage anyway.  I turned the stage
lights back on, then sat in the chair.  Patsy knelt in front of
me and continued her story.

"When he's undressed he grabs my ankle and pulls me into
the center of the room with no more effort than it would
take me to move a bowl across the table top.  He rolls me
on my back then pushes my legs apart.  I struggle to keep
my legs closed but he is too strong and my legs separate for
him.  He leans forward, preparing to push inside me.  I hit
his chest and arms as hard as I can with my fists, he doesn't
seem to even notice.  I cry out again begging him not to
hurt me.  As he puts himself at my entrance he holds me
down on the floor with his huge strong hand around my
neck again."  As Patsy continued with her tale of rape and
strangulation I tightened the silk ribbon around her neck
enough to give her the feeling being choked without it being
dangerously tight.  I looked down at her naked body
kneeling in front of me.  She was obviously in a state of
extreme sexual arousal, as was I.  Reaching down I felt
between her legs, and found her open and wet.  Just like in
the fantasy my fingers slipped into her easily causing Patsy
to moan with desire.

"I feel him pushing into me as he slowly cuts of my breath.
I feel myself stretching to accommodate his size.  It's
nothing like I'd imagined.  I had been told that it hurt the
first time but it doesn't hurt.  I feel dirty because I'm being
raped and it doesn't hurt.  I quickly adjust to the
overwhelming full feeling and my body starts responding to
having a man inside me.  He keeps me pinned to the floor
allowing me to breathe just enough to stay conscious while
he thrusts in and out of my body.  It feels like there's a fire
spreading through my body.  It flows from my defiled crotch
making my muscles tighten and relax.  I cry out in shame as
my body responds and begins to thrust back impaling myself
on my attacker.  Until I have an intense orgasm just as I
pass out again."

I slipped down onto my knees on the floor without removing
my hand from Patsy's warm wet crotch.  Bringing our
mouths together I explored her mouth with my tongue.
When I pushed her back onto the stage floor Patsy spread
her legs inviting me, begging me, to enter her.  I resisted
the almost un-resistable urge to do just that and quickly
reversed my position so I could enter Patsy's mouth while I
sampled her with my mouth for the first time.

I'd like to think that Patsy's body spasming orgasms were
due entirely to my not inconsequential tongue talents but,
after listening to Patsy's favorite fantasy of rape and erotic
asphyxiation, I'm sure that the tight ribbon around her neck
and the lack of air from my pushing myself repeatedly into
her throat probably had a lot to do with the intensity of her
multiple climaxes.

While I slowly pushed deeper and deeper into Patsy's throat
and held myself fully inside her, cutting off her air for
several seconds at a time, before pulling out just far enough
to let her get a breath then moving fully back into her again;
I sucked on her clitoris, licked, sucked and nibbled on her
inner lips then, pushing her legs further up and further
apart, I worked my way down to her crinkled virgin rear
entry.  Patsy's anus twitched invitingly as I probed it with my
stiffened tongue tip.  Her hips spasmed and jerked against
me, while her hands rhythmically squeezed and released my
buttocks in time with the jerking of her hips.  I could feel her
moans vibrating against me as I moved deeply in and out of
her throat.  Once again Patsy swallowed all I could give her
and, after I rolled off, we continued to lay side by side, our
heads still pointing in opposite directions as we gently
stroked each other and waiting for our breathing to return to
normal.

"Domitor," Patsy spoke softly with a hint of embarrassment,
"may I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"When are you going to fuck me?"


--

Fella me amabo te.
Norm DePloom
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