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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Our New Toy
Part: 02
Summary:  Nancy and her husband continue their slave's 
training.
Keywords: FF, MF, oral, spank, hum

Caveat lector.

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it.
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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 
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This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
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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 02
By
Norm DePloom

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 sit 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 them from her and, as I 
slipped them into my suit coat pocket, I leaned near 
Patsy 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 
since 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 Patsy and whispered in her ear 
again.

"I hope you're 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 it was suggested.    

On our way through the receiving line to shake hands 
with the pastor 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, to our car.  Patsy 
urgently whispered that she needed to go to the ladies 
restroom, but we kept 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 herself, 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, loosened 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 out of the car, and dragging Patsy 
behind me, I placed her in between the car and the 
store wall.

"Ok, 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 yelled at her, "I'm 
tired of your constantly back talking when you're 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'll 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," tears steamed down her cheeks, "I 
can't relax enough to pee here."  I stepped closer so 
I towered above her and 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."  Just as I reached for her arm she 
started peeing.  I stood up, adjusted, then stroked 
the bulge in my trousers just and inch from her face.  
"You are going to have to learn to pee on command or 
else you'll be in for some really embarrassing 
moments."  

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 beneath her.  The sound of the 
first picture attracted Patsy's attention, and the 
second picture caught her looking directly into the 
camera as she peed.  

When 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 turned to sobs after 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  put my arm 
around Patsy's shoulders.  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, 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 herself 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 fanny, "but," released 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 after the chair was covered, 
"sit on the edge.  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 at 
her 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, I 
whipped 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 Patsy's 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 sit very, very still.  I 
wouldn't want to accidentally perform a clitorectomy 
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 escaped from Patsy's throat as I manipulated 
her body parts to remove the last of the hair from her 
crotch.  I wiped her down with a damp cloth to remove 
the remnants of lather, 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 moved 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 as she undulated 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 dressed 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 as if they were laid out on a table.  
Her nipples just peaked over the top edge of the 
corset.  Next were 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 neatly framed and hi-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.

Patsy walked to the front door with hesitant steps.  
We could see the conflicting emotions on her face as 
well as in her body language.  It was clear that the 
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 appear.  
 
"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, "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," Cat 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 J.O. 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 said to Andrea as Patsy handed her a glass 
of wine.  
 
"Yes," Andrea smirked 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, 
"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 fanny.  
 
"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.  
 
"Patsy," I yelled down the short hallway, then winked 
at our guests, "get your 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 seemed to calm 
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 which was 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.  
When all was ready each couple sat at their 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 the 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 sated.  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 drinks 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 Patsy's body was covered with a slight 
sheen of sweat from the 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 squeezed 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.
 
"You brought the tape," I turned my attention to Greg, 
"didn't you?"
 
"Oh yes indeed." Greg responded digging in the pocket 
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, beside the TV," 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 the 
television 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 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 herself 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 older 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 breasts capped with hard nipples that 
pointed directly into the lens.  Patsy's 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 scooted our chairs 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 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."  Patsy's confused look turned to one of 
outrage and shock when she 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, moved 
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."  Her orgasm finished, Cat let 
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 were 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."  

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 learn 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 sating 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 me 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 held 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 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 loud enough for her mother to 
hear from 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 your 
mother busy telling her about our marvelous plans for 
your education."  I paused and, placing one hand on 
each of her face, 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 responded.  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 responding 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 lucky woman who is going to do it."  I 
gently pulled her mouth closer to me. 

"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 husband's 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 stepped between them and placed 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 rolled 
down her cheeks.  

"What did you do?"  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 that surrounded 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, watching 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.  I would have loved to draw the 
process out but, 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.  I pulled the pair of panties 
from Patsy's mouth then handed them to one of the 
young boys who had watched our slave's punishment.  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 died 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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