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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Our New Toy
Part: 03
Summary: The slave is punished
Keywords: MF FF oral spank hum

Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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children, don't read it.
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it.
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don't read it.
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story, don't read it.

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Copyright (C) 2000 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
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'dot' with the appropriate symbols.)

All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Our New Toy
Part 03
By
Norm DePloom

As I drove away from the scene I slipped my right hand 
between Patsy's thighs to test the warmth and 
moistness produced by her first public spanking.  Her 
legs trembled from the tension of suppressing her life 
long training to close her thighs and pull away from 
my invading hand, but her skin was warm, and moist.  

"We promised your mother improved grades if you lived 
with us during finals," I informed Patsy, "so we 
better get you home for some heavy duty studying.  
We're going to use some unique positive," I gave Patsy 
a quick grin, "and negative stimulus to improve your 
retention while you're studying."  As I talked I drove 
to a local fried chicken place.  I parked the car then 
got out my pocket knife and, after cutting the buttons 
from her blouse, pulled the tails up and tied them 
together just below her breasts.  When I finished I 
opened the car door and pulled Patsy out with me.  
Nancy came around from her side of the car and rolled 
Patsy's skirt up until her crotch just peeked out from 
under the hem.  

"Buy us a bucket of chicken."  I instructed, handing 
her a twenty-dollar bill.  Patsy looked down at the 
modifications we had made to her clothing, looked at 
the crowded chicken restaurant, then looked back and 
forth from Nancy and I pleading with her teary eyes 
for us to not make her do this.

"Shoulders back," I turned Patsy to face the 
restaurant, "chest out," I smiled and winked at Nancy, 
"walk tall and make us proud of you."  I gave Patsy a 
gentle push on the small of her back.  Putting my 
right arm around Nancy and cupping her breast with my 
hand I tweaked her nipple while we watched Patsy, the 
lower curves of her buttocks peeking provocatively out 
from underneath her shortened skirt, walk uncertainly 
into the crowded restaurant.  We continued to watch 
through the window as Patsy, pulling at the hem of her 
skirt and trying to keep her breasts from falling out 
of her blouse, slowly worked her way up to the 
counter.  Grabbing the food in one hand and the change 
in the other, Patsy's smooth, shaved pussy flashed the 
world through the window and her breasts bounced in 
and out of her blouse as she held the bag of chicken 
up to hide her face and ran from the restaurant.  

"Oh god I hope he didn't see me," Patsy sobbed as she 
almost collapsed into our arms.  

"Who?"  I asked.  Patsy hid her face against my chest.

"Mr. Franklin," she sobbed, still hiding her face.

"Who," Nancy asked as she stroked Patsy's hair and 
pulled strands of it away from her face, "is Mr. 
Franklin?"

"He's one of my father's best friends," Patsy 
sniffled, "and an elder in our church."

"And you didn't stop and say 'Hi' to him?"  I lifted 
Patsy's head off my chest and held her by her 
shoulders.  "I will not have you being rude to people, 
you march right back in there and say 'Hi' to him."  

"NO, please," Patsy's tears flowed even more heavily, 
"if he sees me like this he'll tell my parents."  

"I will not have a slave of mine be rude to anybody."  
I shortened her skirt even more, enough that her 
smooth crotch would be visible with even the smallest 
step then pulled her blouse further apart until her 
nipples were just visible.  I turned her around so she 
faced the restaurant.  "Now get your fanny in there 
and say 'Hi' to your Daddy's best friend."  

"NO!"  Patsy almost shouted with more defiance than 
she had ever displayed before.  "I'd rather be spanked 
in public again than let him see me like this."  I 
spun Patsy around and pushing her up against the car 
placed my hand on Patsy throat.  

"Listen you spoiled little bitch."  I hissed with a 
great display of anger.  "You ARE going to be punished 
for this later," I leaned forward and talked in low 
but menacing tones close to her ear while putting just 
enough pressure on her neck to make her uncomfortable, 
"and that punishment is going to make today's spanking 
look like tender love making."  I eased off with my 
hand on her neck and made a show of getting my 'anger' 
under control.  

"Now," I continued after a pause, "either you go in 
and say 'Hi' to Mr. Franklin or we will strip you, 
right here in the parking lot, and parade you through 
the restaurant completely naked."  I pulled Patsy away 
from the car and shoved her forcefully toward the 
building.  "Go," I ordered, "and don't you dare," I 
called after her as she walked toward the door, "pull 
your skirt down or attempt to cover yourself."  Patsy 
was trembling so violently with a combination of fear, 
humiliation and anger that she could barely walk.  I 
reached down and eased the tightness in my pants as we 
watched her approach the table where Mr. Franklin was 
eating his dinner.  

When Patsy walked up to his table Mr. Franklin looked 
up, then did a double take when he recognized the 
half-naked girl saying 'Hi' to him.  We watched as he 
stood up and taking Patsy's right hand in his right 
hand put his left hand on top of hers and spoke to her 
very earnestly.  A moment later he moved his left hand 
to Patsy's elbow, then they both looked out the window 
toward us.  We gave them a friendly wave.  He waved 
back with his left hand then placed it midway up her 
upper arm where his thumb just 'happened' to hit on 
the naked half of her right nipple.  

"He's not going to tell her parents," I announced with 
confidence.  Patsy's angry/scared look changed to one 
of confusion as her Father's best friend rocked his 
hand back and forth causing his thumb to rube against 
her nipple while he told her how good it was to see 
her.  Patsy again pointed to us in the parking lot and 
Mr. Franklin waved and smiled at us. Patsy said 
goodbye and walked out to where we waited in the 
parking lot with Mr. Franklin watching her every step.  

"What did he say?" I asked Patsy once we were in the 
car and safely away from the fried chicken restaurant.  
 
"He wanted me to eat dinner with him."  She responded 
with a tone of wonder.

"Is that all?" Nancy asked her as she encouraged Patsy 
to spread her legs a little wider.  

"No, he wanted me to come home with him and watch some 
videos."  

"That dirty old man wants to fuck our little Patsy."  
I said to Nancy.  Patsy almost choked at the idea, 
then turned beet red down to her exposed nipples.  

"What did you say when he invited you to come to his 
home with him and 
'watch videos'?"  Nancy asked tugging gently at 
Patsy's blouse to expose just a bit more of her hard 
crinkled nipples.

"I told him that I was with you, and that I'd have to 
ask you first."  Patsy answered quietly looking down 
at my fingers moving lightly and slowly up and down 
her inner thigh.  

"That's a good answer but, in the future, tell the 
person that they will have to ask us, and," I gave 
Patsy's thigh a squeeze, "remember to address us as 
'Master' and 'Mistress'."

"Yes master," her voice was almost inaudible.

"Did your nipple get hard when your daddy's best 
friend rubbed it with his thumb?"  Nancy gently rubbed 
the same nipple that he had rubbed.

"Yes Mistress," Patsy's nipples hardening further 
under Nancy's manipulating fingers and her embarrassed 
red hue deepened several degrees.

"Does it make you wet?" I slipped my hand up her 
thighs until my little finger rested against her 
smooth and very warm crotch.  "Knowing that your 
daddy's best friend wants to get inside you?"

"Yes Master," she answered after swallowing a couple 
of times.  We drove in silence the rest of the way 
back to our apartment, my finger moving gently against 
Patsy's crotch and Nancy's fingers gently squeezing 
her nipple.  By the time I parked the car at our 
apartment complex Patsy was squirming with sexual 
excitement.  I got out of the car and, walked around 
to the passenger side, opened the door and offered 
Nancy a hand.  After helping Nancy from the car I 
extended my hand and helped Patsy scoot across the 
seat and climb out of the car then, keeping her 
between my body and the car I untied her blouse and 
pulled it down he arms leaving her naked from the 
waist up.  

"Should we," I turned to Nancy, "leave her skirt on? 
Or strip her completely?"  

"Strip her completely," Nancy answered immediately 
without a moment's hesitation.  After unrolling the 
waistband I unbuttoned and unzipped Patsy's skirt then 
let it slide down her legs where it rested around her 
ankles on the asphalt.    

"Step out of your skirt."  I ordered.  Taking Patsy's 
purse from her I looked though it until I found her 
collar, then after fastening the collar around her 
neck, handed the purse to Nancy.  Holding Patsy up 
against the car with my hands on her upper arms I 
leaned over and sucked on then blew on each of her 
nipples making them even harder than they had been 
before.  Patsy was moaning and breathing hard by the 
time I stood up and released her arms.  Nancy and I 
each took one of Patsy's arms to walk her to our 
apartment.  Patsy's entire body was trembling visibly 
with a potent combination of excitement, embarrassment 
and fear.  Her inner lips were just visible, peaking 
cutely out from between the outer lips of her shaved 
pussy.  Wearing nothing except a pair of sandals, a 
red face, a scared smile, a pair of incredibly hard 
nipples and her slave collar Patsy walked between us 
as we slowly strolled through the apartment complex, 
past the swimming pool where she received applause 
from the males and jealous glares from their 
girlfriends and finally to our apartment door.  

Nancy and I sat facing each other across the table 
with Patsy kneeling at the end of the table facing us.  
As we ate we would each feed her pieces of chicken, 
bites of our biscuits or spoonfuls of our mashed 
potatoes and gravy.  

"Did you enjoy licking my wife?"  I asked Patsy 
feeding her a bite of biscuit with honey. 

"No," she answered with surprising emphasis, then 
quickly said, "I mean no Master."

"Well, I certainly enjoyed it," Nancy added, "so you 
better get used to doing it whether you like it or 
not."   

"Maybe you'll like it better if we put some honey on 
it."  I suggested as I wiped some honey that had 
dripped on my finger onto her nipple.  As soon as I 
took my hand away Nancy leaned over and licked the 
sticky nipple clean again.  When Nancy pulled her head 
away from Patsy's breast I smeared more honey on 
Patsy's other nipple.  Taking up the challenge Nancy 
spent even more time sucking that one clean.  

A new game had been born.  I dribbled honey between 
Patsy's breasts and down her stomach.  Nancy got down 
on her knees and followed the trail of honey, licking 
and kissing Patsy's skin clean.  When she was done 
Nancy looked at me expectantly waiting to see where I 
would deposit the next batch of honey.  Scooping some 
out of the bottle with my finger I spread it over 
Patsy's lips.  Nancy helped Patsy lower herself from 
her kneeling position to a setting position then sat 
between her legs and, placing her own legs around 
Patsy and pulling their two bodies together, brought 
their mouths into contact.  The licking soon turned 
into a long passionate kiss between Mistress and 
slave.  Nancy, without breaking the kiss, unbuttoned 
her own blouse so her naked breasts could rub against 
Patsy's as her tongue explored the inside of Patsy's 
honey sweetened mouth.  With the kiss building in 
passion I spread honey down each side of Patsy's neck 
from just below her ear to the top of each breast.  
Both women were flush with excitement and breathing in 
excited gasps as Nancy followed the twin tails of 
sweetness back to Patsy's heaving breasts.  I made a 
second trail of honey down Patsy's stomach stopping 
just short of her engorged excited clitoris.  Nancy 
slowly followed the trail, and despite Patsy's gentle 
begging hip thrusts, stopped just before reaching her 
un-honeyed clitoris.  

Deep excited moans came from Patsy's throat as I 
spread her legs and dribbled honey up her inner thighs 
from her knees to just short of her swollen eager 
nether-lips.  Nancy eagerly cleaned the new trails of 
sweetness from Patsy's smooth skin, luxuriating in the 
warmth and firmness of her body.  Nancy took at least 
ten minutes to thoroughly clean the sticky honey from 
Patsy's thigh.

"Please, oh please," Patsy begged rocking her hips 
with greater enthusiasm as Nancy stopped her licking 
where the honey trail stopped, just short of her 
ultimate goal.  

"Don't worry, Nancy will take care of you," I assured 
Patsy as I pushed Nancy down onto the floor, "but 
first you have to play the honey game with Nancy."  As 
I talked I smeared honey on both of Nancy's hard 
nipples.  Patsy hesitated for only a moment before she 
crawled up to Nancy and, lowering her head, sucked and 
licked Nancy's right nipple.  I followed the same 
pattern, after Nancy's nipples were completely clean, 
I smeared honey no her lips, which instigated another 
long passionate kiss between the two of them.  Then 
down the sides of her throat back to her breasts.  
While Patsy obediently cleaned the sticky honey from 
her Mistress's breasts, I removed the rest of Nancy's 
clothes.

Next the honey went down from between her breasts, 
ending in a liberal amount dribbled over her pubic 
hair.  Patsy is a fast learner, she licked her way 
down across Nancy's stomach then thoroughly cleaned 
every bit of honey from her pubic hair being careful 
not to touch Nancy's clitoris.  Shifting her body to 
begin cleaning the sticky trails from Nancy's inner 
thighs Patsy placed herself close to the traditional 
sixty-nine position, giving Nancy the opportunity to 
caress Patsy's thighs at the same time.  When the 
thighs were once again cleaned of all traces of the 
sweet sticky honey Patsy looked up at me expectantly, 
then watched with wide eyed wonder as I dribbled the 
honey directly on Nancy's swollen clitoris and her 
engorged inner and outer lips.   After giving me shy 
smile Patsy lowered her head into Nancy's honey soaked 
crotch and licked her Mistress with unexpected 
enthusiasm.  Nancy rolled over on top of Patsy placing 
one leg on each side of Patsy's head, then lowered her 
own head into Patsy's waiting crotch.  While the two 
women explored each other with their tongues I traded 
the honey jar for my camera and documented the hot 
action on the floor.

I took pictures as unobtrusively as possible, only 
occasionally moving a leg, or changing the angle of a 
head to get a better shot of a tongue on a clitoris or 
to make sure that Patsy was recognizable.  Nancy and 
Patsy stayed locked together through three or four hip 
pumping, crotch grinding orgasms before Nancy rolled 
off our slave and the two of them laid arm in arm 
snuggling and catching their breaths.  This too I 
photographed, believing that every woman looks best 
right after sex.  By this time my need was desperately 
obvious.  I considered taking Patsy but held off since 
I still had plans for making Patsy's first time really 
special.  Patsy looked away in embarrassment as Nancy 
knelt between my knees and, after releasing my 
trousers sucked me into her hot wet mouth.

"Come over here," I ordered Patsy indicating a spot on 
the floor next to Nancy and myself.  "You remember my 
promise in the J.O. booth?"  Patsy nodded her head 
'yes' as her face turned a brighter shade of red.  It 
was obvious that she considered it more a threat than 
a promise, and that she was hoping that I'd forgotten.  

"Watch and learn," I instructed putting my arm around 
her shoulders and directing her attention to Nancy's 
expert oral manipulation of my rigid member, "so 
you'll know what you have to do when you're in that 
booth."  Patsy and I both watched as Nancy's mouth 
moved up and down my erection. 

"It's time for you to get on with your studying" I 
said taking on a stern demeanor after Nancy had 
satisfied my most urgent needs.

"I promised your mother an improvement in your 
grades," I continued pulling Patsy up from the floor, 
"and just because your Mistress is being a horny 
little slut..." I smiled and winked at Nancy, she 
stuck her tongue out at me. 

"Don't stick it out unless you plan on using it."  I 
said as an aside to my wife, sinking to the same 
childish level she was displaying.

"Come here and I'll show you what I plan to use it 
for."  She replied rolling over onto her hands and 
knees then, wagging her tongue obscenely, she moved 
towards my crotch with sensuous feline-esque 
movements.  

"There will be plenty of time for more of that," I 
said as I gently pushed her away ignoring her 
exaggerated pout, "but, as I was saying, your Mistress 
being a horny little slut doesn't change the need for 
you to study."  I took Patsy by the e arm and guided 
her to a small desk set up in the corner of the front 
room.  Nancy abandoned her pout and followed us, 
anxious to join in the study 'games' I'd devised to 
improve Patsy's learning.  

"Stand here," I instructed Patsy as I retrieved my 
equipment from the desk drawer. 

"This," I informed Patsy, as I held the device up so 
she could see it, "is a TENS unit."  Seeing the blank 
look on her face I explained further.  "A Tens unit is 
designed to relieve pain by passing a mild electric 
current through the affected area."  As I talked I 
applied one of the sticky foam, disk shaped electrodes 
to each of Patsy's nipples.  

"Spread your legs," I ordered, as I sat down on the 
straight-backed desk chair.   I was pleased to see 
that despite her blush and her obvious discomfort at 
being handled by me in such an intimate yet casual 
manner, Patsy obeyed immediately.  "I've made a few 
modifications to the unit, of course."  I placed the 
third electrode over her clitoris.

"Turn around," I ordered once her 'clit-trode' was in 
place.  "Spread your legs more and bend over."  Patsy 
moaned with embarrassment as she followed my order.  
Nancy pulled another chair over and, still naked, sat 
down beside me.

"Bend over as far as you can," I clarified my desires, 
"and reach back and spread yourself open."  Nancy and 
I watched Patsy's upside down face through her legs 
turn bright red as she hesitated then, reaching back 
with both hands, pulled her butt cheeks apart.  We 
both stared with undisguised lust at Patsy's 'charms' 
so enticingly displayed for our enjoyment.

"How," Nancy asked as she reached out with one finger 
and gently touched the tightly closed quivering 
orifice that had become the center of our attention, 
"can you resist?"  Taking into consideration my 
extreme hardness, I wondered the same thing.  It took 
all my will power to resist the urge to pull my 
trousers down and force myself into whichever place I 
happened to hit when I stood up.  I ran my hand up her 
inner thigh enjoying the feel of her firm warm 
trembling flesh.  

"Open your eyes," I commanded when I noticed that 
Patsy's eyes were squeezed shut and tears were rolling 
'down' her forehead and into her hair.  

"Let's get her wired up," I suggested to Nancy 
removing my hand from Patsy's enticing thigh and 
picking up the last of the self-adhesive electrodes, 
"so she can start studying and we can relieve our - ah 
- 'tension'."  I finished pushing Nancy's finger away 
and applying the last electrode in its place.

"You can stand up and turn around now."    Patsy did 
as I had instructed and stood in front of us with 
wires hanging from each of her nipples, her clitoris, 
and from between her butt cheeks.  

"Remember this?"  I held the modified butterfly 
vibrator up for Patsy to see.  "You had such a 
wonderful public orgasm the last time you wore it."  I 
reminded her.  Her bright red blush was enough to tell 
me that she did indeed remember the appliance I was 
about to strap into place between her legs.  I had 
removed the on/off switch and remoted it with thin 
wires running from the removed switch into the 
vibrator through the small hole left by its removal.  
Pushing it snugly against Patsy, Nancy and I strapped 
it into place.  

"Sit down."  Nancy ordered as she stood up and pushed 
her chair towards Patsy, who turned the chair then sat 
facing us.  Nancy stood beside me and draped her arm 
over my shoulder.  I could feel the warmth radiating 
from her naked body as I attached the wires hanging 
from Patsy's various body parts to the TENS 
controller.  The expression on Patsy's face, combined 
with her body language, revealed concern about what 
was about to happen to her.

"We have developed our own process to help you learn."  
I gave her my best 'evil' smile and almost laughed 
when she cringed in genuine fear. 

"Here," I said pointing to a thin binder setting on 
the desk, "is a distillation of every thing you should 
know before you take your final in US History."  Patsy 
looked through the binder as I talked.  "We will give 
you a reasonable amount of time to review the 
material," Patsy's eyes dropped to my lap where Nancy 
was doing her best to distract me by unzipping my fly 
and messaging me where I stuck straight up out of my 
pants.  Patsy blushed, but did not move her eyes from 
the sight of Nancy's hand moving slowly up and down, 
"then," I continued, trying to ignore Nancy's actions, 
"you will be tested."  All three of us sat for a 
moment, each of our worlds revolving around Nancy's 
hand.  

"When we test you," I finally continued, "you will be 
punished for every wrong answer,"  I pushed the button 
on the TENS causing separate painful but harmless 
jolts, one between her nipples, and the other between 
her clitoris and her anus.  Patsy's body jerked as she 
squealed more from surprise than pain, "and you will 
be rewarded for your correct answers."  I turned on 
the vibrator nestled between her legs.  Patsy jumped 
and squealed once more, the two reactions being almost 
identical.  

"Begin to study," I said as Nancy, never releasing my 
erection, sank to her knees in front of me.  Patsy, 
with seeming reluctance, turned her chair towards the 
desk and picking up the study book, pretended not to 
watch as Nancy took me completely into her mouth.  I 
moaned softly and grinned at our blushing toy as 
Nancy's head moved slowly up and down. Patsy, her view 
being limited, the intimate details being blocked by 
the back of Nancy's head, soon went back to her 
studying.  Only her bright red face revealed that she 
was aware of what was happening only a couple of feet 
from where she sat.  

After a few minutes of expert oral manipulation Nancy 
released me from her mouth and, kissing and licking 
her way up my chest, buried her tongue deeply into my 
mouth while she straddled my lap and continued with 
her nether-lips what she had so recently abandoned 
with the lips she now pressed against mine.  I watched 
over Nancy's shoulder as Patsy gave up all pretense of 
studying and stared, with equal portions of curiosity, 
embarrassment and growing lust, at the display now 
being offered for her to view.  Since Nancy's back was 
turned towards her, Patsy was experiencing an 'up 
close and personal' view of the male and female 
genitalia in action for the first time in her life.  
As I watched Patsy's right hand slipped from the desk 
and moved slowly down her stomach.

"No!"  I ordered just as Patsy's legs spread and her 
fingers started to push under the vibrator.  "You are 
not allowed to touch yourself."  She jumped like a 
person being awakened from a trance and jerked her 
hand back onto the desk.  

"Tch, tch, tch," Nancy said pushing her hair aside and 
looking over her shoulder, "how dare you watch your 
owners without their permission."  She finished with 
very convincing mock severity.  Without pausing in her 
steady up and down movements in my lap, Nancy turning 
her mouth back to mine, then arched her back to give 
Patsy an even better view of the 'action'.  From then 
on Nancy would, every few minutes, abandon her 
attempts to suck my tongue from my head to peek over 
her shoulder.  Having assured her 'inner 
exhibitionist' that Patsy was still watching Nancy 
would return to her single-minded efforts to perfect 
her vacuum tongue-ectomy technique.  We found fucking 
in front of our new toy to be even more thrilling than 
we had imagined.  Just the two of us with her watching 
set us off like Forth of July fireworks.  Nancy put on 
an even bigger than usual orgasmic display to impress 
Patsy then the two of us clung to each other, our 
bodies still connected while we caught our breath.  

"Wow" Was about all I could say.  

"Normally," Nancy said to Patsy as she 'dismounted' 
and, stepping over to Patsy, leaned over and nuzzled 
Patsy's neck while she continued softly in her ear, 
"you would be expected to lick us clean when we 
finish, but since you're studying we'll have to leave 
that until later."  Nancy cupped Patsy's breasts from 
behind.  "I'm sure you will grow to love the taste of 
your Master's cum as it drips back out of me onto your 
waiting tongue."  The expression on Patsy's face told 
us that she doubted that she would ever love such a 
thing.  

"I think it's time to test our toy's knowledge."  I 
straightened my clothes while I enjoyed the look of 
horror on Patsy's face.  As I asked the predetermined 
questions Nancy 'manned' the buttons and administrated 
rewards and punishments according to Patsy's answers.  
The expressions on both of their faces were exquisite.  
I could not decide which I liked the best; the face 
Patsy made when she was in pain; the face she made 
when she was being pleasured by the vibrator; that 
wonderful expression of fear, desire and anticipation 
that momentarily crossed her face as she waited for 
her punishment or reward after she answered a 
question; or the look of pure evil pleasure on Nancy's 
face every time she got to push the 'punishment' 
button.  By the time the last question had been asked 
and answered the experience had left Patsy panting on 
the brink of an orgasm, and Nancy and I in states of 
obvious excitement.  The aroma of Patsy's excitement 
mixed with Nancy's more familiar scent, and filled me 
with the almost irresistible desire to take both of 
them at the same time right there on the floor.  
Instead I gave Patsy a list of page numbers for her to 
review in her study book then, reluctantly leaving her 
to continue under Nancy's supervision, excused myself 
to take care of some of my own work.  

I half expected Nancy to give into her own unbridled 
lust and spend the time riding Patsy's face to orgasm 
after orgasm instead of keeping her busy with her 
studies.  When I returned I entered the apartment 
quietly so I could do a little spying on the two 
women.  I positioned myself in the hallway shadows 
where I could see and hear them without being seen.  

"Why won't he," Patsy paused, biting her lip, 
obviously unsure about how to continue, "why won't he 
have sex with me?"  She finally asked with tears 
streaming down her cheeks.  "Doesn't he like me?"  She 
finished in a tiny pitiful voice.    

"Of course he does."  Nancy replied taking Patsy's 
hands in hers and looking tenderly into Patsy's large 
innocent eyes.  "Playing with you makes him so hard it 
feels like an iron rod when he puts it inside me."  
Patsy smiled shyly as she stared back into Nancy's 
eyes without wavering.  "I know he is planning 
something special for you."  Nancy continued.  They 
sat quietly for a moment then Nancy reached up and 
touched Patsy's cheek.  "What's your fantasy?"  She 
asked softly.  "What do you think of at night when you 
touch yourself?"  Nancy asked with gentle sincerity.  
Patsy blushed deeply then answered slowly in a barely 
audible voice. 

"My favorite is to imagine that I'm living a long time 
ago, and that Viking pirates have kidnapped me."

"Go on," Nancy encouraged.

"I'm on their sailing ship.  I'm naked and chained by 
the neck to the bed in the captain's cabin.  All I can 
do is wait for the big, burley, bearded captain to 
come in and use me in whatever way he wants to."  

"And?"  Nancy asked, her own imagination obviously 
being stimulated by the fantasy being related to her.  

"You know what really turns me on about that fantasy?"  
Patsy asked.

"What?" 

"Knowing that when the captain has finished ravishing 
me he's going to chain me to the mast naked and the 
whole crew of pirates will take turns with me, and 
knowing that for the rest of my life any man who wants 
me will take me any time and any way he wants to."

"Being in chains makes you free," Nancy stated the 
seeming contradiction without emotion.  "We are 
putting you in chains here," Nancy placed her finger 
on Patsy's forehead, "and once you have been chained 
here," Nancy again pointed to Patsy's head, "you don't 
need chains anywhere else except for decoration."   
Nancy reached into the desk drawer and pulled out 
several silk ribbons that she had prepared.

"Hold out your wrists," Nancy ordered, becoming once 
again the mistress instead of the confidant. Nancy 
placed a ribbon around Patsy's right wrist and 
fastened it with the Velcro she had already sewn onto 
the ribbon.

"As far as you are concerned," Nancy addressed Patsy 
with total seriousness, "this is a steel manacle 
welded around your wrist."  Nancy continued speaking 
as she placed another ribbon on Patsy's left wrist.  
"You cannot remove them, ever, and no one else can 
remove them for you."  After placing the ribbon around 
Patsy's left wrist Nancy pointed to Patsy's right foot 
which Patsy obediently raised. 

"Only your owners," Nancy continued as she affixed 
ribbons to each of Patsy's ankles, "your Master and I 
can remove them."  Patsy looked at the silk ribbons 
around her wrists and ankles.  

"Take off your collar."  Patsy looked shocked at the 
order, but unbuckled the leather collar with a broken-
hearted expression on her face.  Nancy took the collar 
from Patsy and placed it on the desk.

"This," Nancy intoned as she placed a silk ribbon 
around Patsy's neck and pushed the Velcro tabs 
together, "is your new steel collar that I have just 
welded around your neck." 

"Now, put your hands on your legs."  Nancy waited 
patiently while Patsy moved her hands and laid them 
palm down on her thighs.  "This," Nancy announced 
picking up a length of red silk ribbon, "is an iron 
chain."  Looping the red ribbon under each of the red 
silk 'manacles' Nancy tied it in a loose half knot, 
which could be pulled apart with the gentlest pull.  

"Your wrists are now chained together."  Nancy said as 
she sat back and looked at Patsy.  I was also looking 
at Patsy, and it was a very erotic sight.  Naked, half 
lit by the desk lamp with red silk adorning her 
ankles, wrists and throat.  

"We understand," Nancy continued, leaning forward and 
speaking to Patsy in a soft, gentle tone, "that you 
might occasionally forget, or when you are excited you 
might move in a way that would make your chains come 
loose."  Nancy reached out and touched Patsy's bare 
knee.  "That is a training matter and will be dealt 
with by the use of whippings or extreme humiliations 
until you learn to not let it happen."  

"But listen close and understand this," Nancy moved 
closer as she spoke until her knees touched Patsy's, 
then with one of her hands on each of Patsy's legs 
Nancy continued, "if you ever deliberately take them 
off, or knowingly treat them as anything less than 
iron chains you will be punished in the most saver way 
possible."  They sat silently for a moment while Patsy 
pondered what punishment could be worse than whippings 
or extreme humiliations, both of which scared her 
almost senseless.

"Would you like to know what that ultimate punishment 
will be?"

"Yes," Patsy answered in a small, quivering very 
unsure voice.

"If you ever intentionally remove one of these 
manacles, or intentionally break one of these chains," 
Nancy paused dramatically then continued, "you will be 
dressed in you own clothes and sent back to your 
parents home," Nancy paused again, "and you will 
never, ever, get to be our toy again."  It was a 
gamble, and I thought that it was too early in the 
training but Nancy proved me wrong.

Patsy sat and stared down at her red silk bindings.  I 
could see her thoughts on her face.  All she had to do 
was pull her hands apart and she would be free from 
us, free from the humiliation and physical pain we 
were putting her through.   Then I watched as her face 
reflected the gut wrenching inner realization that she 
could not live without us or without what we were 
doing to her.  She dropped her eyes and stared at her 
lap.  

"Yes Mistress."  It was so low I almost missed it.  It 
was truly the most erotic sight I had ever seen, a 
naked young woman chained with a red silk ribbon.   I 
paused to enjoy the sight for a few minutes then 
stepped over and opened the front door.  Closing the 
door noisily I walked down the hall and into the front 
room where the two naked young ladies were waiting for 
me.  

"You ready to be tested?"  Patsy looked up with an 
uncertain look on her face.

"You bet she is." Nancy assured me giving Patsy's knee 
a squeeze.  We put Patsy through another test, which 
resulted in only two shocks, but left Patsy panting on 
the verge of another orgasm.  

"Well," I said as I pealed the sticky electrodes from 
her nipples after the test was completed, "I think you 
are ready for that final tomorrow."   Patsy blushed 
appropriately as we handled the most private parts of 
her body removing our testing equipment, before we 
stood her, still naked, in front of us.

"You will now be given fifteen minutes to take care of 
your personal needs."  Nancy, setting beside me still 
just as naked as our toy, instructed Patsy.  "During 
this time you must clean yourself, shave your pubic 
area to maintain complete smoothness then report back 
to us for inspection."  Nancy reached out for Patsy's 
wrist. 

"I will now remove your manacles and leg irons," Nancy 
removed the red satin ribbons from Patsy's wrists and 
ankles as she spoke, "so the will not interfere with 
your cleaning your body."  

"Remember," I reminded her as she turned to leave the 
room, "you are expected to clean yourself thoroughly, 
but you are not allowed to touch your breasts, your 
nipples, or your crotch any more than absolutely 
necessary to accomplish that, and under no 
circumstances are you to have an orgasm while you are 
taking care of these needs."  I dismissed her with a 
wave of my hand and Nancy and I both watched her 
enticing rear as she walked away from us towards the 
bathroom.  Barely fourteen minutes laterm she 
presented herself in the front room for our approval. 

"Step over here."  I indicatrf a spot right in front 
of my chair.  After she complied with my command I 
watched the play of emotions across her face as I ran 
my hands over her crotch to check the smoothness of 
her first self-administered shave.  I could feel her 
engorged and sensitive inner and outer lips rubbing 
against the palm of my hand.  I was thrilled by the 
thought that here was a young pretty female human 
being who, if I continued to handle her correctly, 
would willingly do anything I told her to do, with any 
one I told her to do it with.  The erotic nature of 
that power made me hard and, once again I had to 
resist the urge to throw her to the floor and take her 
forcefully right on the spot.

"Please," Patsy whispered, seemingly reading my 
thoughts as she watched the bulge grow in the front of 
my trousers.  

"Not yet," I answered back softly, "but soon."  Nancy 
beckoned the obviously frustrated girl over to stand 
in front of her.  

"Lift your leg," She ordered, "I'm going to put your 
leg irons," Nancy placed the silk ribbons around 
Patsy's ankles and neck, "and your collar back on, 
your manacles will wait until after you bath us."  
Nancy let her hands linger on Patsy's smooth skin as 
she gave her instructions.  "Go run me a nice hot bath 
with bath salts and scented oil," Nancy's hands roamed 
to Patsy's breasts where they were encouraging her 
nipples to harden even more than they already were, 
"when the bath is ready you will come back into this 
room and kneel in front of me."  Nancy's hands moved 
down across Patsy's stomach.  "You will remain 
kneeling until I acknowledge you, then you will 
announce that my bath is ready."  Nancy removed her 
hand from Patsy's crotch and allowed her to leave the 
room.  

"What are you going to do about that poor frustrated 
girl's virginity," Nancy asked me as soon as we were 
alone, "and when are you going to do it?"  

"Soon, maybe this weekend if I can get everything 
arranged."  

"What are you planning?"  Nancy asked almost in a 
whisper.   

"Something she'll never forget."  I smiled at Nancy 
then reached over and took her hand.  "Trust me, when 
that day is over she will never again doubt that she 
is our property to do with as we please."  We changed 
the subject, but continued to talk as Patsy walked 
across the room to kneel naked and, at least for the 
moment, ignored in front of Nancy.  

"Your bath is ready."  Patsy announced a few minutes 
later after receiving an acknowledging wave of the 
hand.  Nancy followed the hand wave with a medium hard 
slap across Patsy's face.  Even before the sting of 
the slap had time to reach its peak Nancy reached out 
and touched Patsy's lips then let her fingers linger 
on them in a gentle caress as she spoke.  

"I have been lenient with you today because you have 
given me immense pleasure with these lips," Nancy's 
caress remained tender even while her tone grew more 
harsh, "but you must remember to address us as 
'Master' and 'Mistress'."   

"Yes Mistress," Patsy answered with quiet contrition.  

"Now, tell me again."  Nancy removed her fingers from 
Patsy's lips with obvious reluctance.  

"Your bath is ready Mistress."  Patsy said softly as 
she continued to kneel in front of Nancy.  

"Come along."  Nancy stood and walked in all her naked 
glory towards the bathroom.  Patsy rose to her feet 
and followed.  I picked up my camera and followed the 
two magnificently nude females into the bathroom where 
I took pictures while Patsy soaped and washed every 
inch of Nancy's body.  When the bath was finished 
Nancy stepped from the tub and smiled coyly at the 
camera while Patsy worked to dry her naked body with a 
large bath towel.  

"Now," I commanded Patsy as Nancy left the bathroom 
with the towel wrapped around her just above her 
breasts, "rinse out the tub, fill it with hot water 
then let me know in the bedroom when my bath is 
ready."  Leaving Patsy in the bathroom to complete her 
new assignment I went into the bedroom and, reclining 
on the bed next to Nancy, gave her a brief explanation 
of my plans for Patsy's deflowering party.  By the 
time Patsy entered the room and knelt silently by my 
side of the bed waiting for my permission to speak, 
Nancy's eyes were twinkling with excitement as she 
slowly rubbed her legs together in anticipation for 
the upcoming event.  

"Yes?"  I asked looking down at the naked slave-girl 
kneeling beside my bed and relishing the image of what 
she was going to be put through in the near future.  

"Your bath is ready Master." 

"Undress me."  I climbed from the bed and stood in 
front of her.  Patsy stood up and with trembling 
fingers unbuttoned my shirt.  I indicated for her to 
put the shirt on the chair next to us after she had 
removed it from my body, then waited with a smile on 
my face and my pants tented by my excited state, while 
she, with obvious embarrassment, knelt in front of me 
and, unbuckling my belt, released me from the 
restraining material of my trousers. As my pants 
slipped down my legs to settle around my ankles Patsy 
got the closest look she had yet had of a turgid male 
organ.  

"Come with me."  I ordered, without any intention of a 
pun, as I stepped out of my trousers and, after 
walking naked to the bathroom, stepped into the tub 
and sat in the hot water.  I watched her face intently 
as Patsy, kneeling beside the tub, placed liquid soap 
on a nylon net body scrubber then, after working it 
into a lather, tentatively rubbing it over my chest 
while she pretended to ignore the red helmet of my 
engorged 'little soldier' just peeking at her above 
the surface of the water.  I moved this way and that, 
enjoying the just plain decadent joy of having a young 
virgin slave girl wash every nook and cranny of my 
body.  Finally we reached the point where every other 
part of me had been washed.  

"No."  I instructed her taking her wrist in my hand as 
she started to push the soapy body scrubber into my 
crotch. "Use your hand."  Patsy turned a deeper shade 
of red than we had seen since that first day when we 
took her to lunch, and I jerked gently in anticipation 
as the color spread from her face, down her neck and 
across the tops of her breasts while she hung the 
scrubber on a hook and, after rubbing soap on her 
hands, reached down and stroked me tentatively up and 
down with her slick hand.  I sighed deeply then, 
pulling her mouth to mine, kissed her deeply while she 
continued her soapy up and down washing action.  

"That's enough."  I declared emphatically, pulling my 
lips from hers and removing her slippery hand from my 
crotch.  

"Now dry me." I ordered after rinsing and stepping 
from the tub.  I continued to stick out like a steel 
rod while Patsy, starting with my extremities and 
working her way toward my crotch, was occasionally 
bumped by it in the face.  I pulled her to her feet 
and slipped my hand between her legs after she 
finished drying me.

"You're wet."  I gently rubbed her with my hand.  Our 
bodies were so close together that I could feel the 
heat of her excited embarrassment radiating from her 
red-blushed skin.  

"Yes Master," She answered breathlessly.   

"Do you want me to take you right now?"  I let just 
the tip of my finger slip between her inner lips.  

"Yes Master, please," She begged as her hips thrust 
forward trying to impale herself on my invading 
finger.  

"No," I said, taking a step back and removing my 
finger from its new-found warm, wet home, "not yet."  

"Yes Master," Patsy whimpered in disappointment.  

"Now," I continued as I turned her around and gave her 
a gentle push out the bathroom door, "while I finish 
in here I want you to go prepare your Mistress for my 
attentions."  When I finally left the bathroom and 
entered the bedroom I was greeted by the site of Nancy 
reclining on a pile of pillows that were stacked 
against the headboard, her legs spread, holding 
Patsy's head against her crotch with both hands.  
Patsy was laying on her stomach stretched out from 
Nancy's crotch toward the foot of the bed with her 
legs slightly spread just barely giving view to her 
own smooth hairless crotch.  While Nancy rocked her 
hips, pushing herself against Patsy's mouth and 
tongue, Patsy, while moving her hands up and down her 
Mistress' inner thighs with growing excitement, was 
also rocking her hips, trying to stimulate herself 
against the bed.  It proved to be such an erotic sight 
that, in spite of my own needs, I stepped back into 
the front room and after retrieving the camera 
returned to the bedroom to take pictures of my 
nymphomaniacal wife being pleasured for the third time 
in less than six hours by her ever more willing sex 
slave.  

After taking several photographs of the two entwined 
naked women I set the camera aside and joined them on 
the bed.  As I slowly caressed Patsy's up thrust butt, 
letting my fingers curl down into her hot moist 
crotch, I was rewarded by a muffled but still audible 
deep throaty moan from between Nancy's legs.  I looked 
at Nancy with a raised eyebrow and after receiving a 
nod of assent to my unasked question, pushed my hand 
more deeply between Patsy's legs and feeling my 
fingers rub along her slick, well-lubricated lips, 
continued to push until the tip of my finger moved 
over her swollen, over-sensitive clitoris.  

As I moved my finger gently back and forth over her 
little fleshy nub of pulsing nerve endings Patsy 
humped her hips more forcefully, pushing herself 
against my invading fingers while she dutifully 
brought her Mistress to a series of ever more gut-
wrenching orgasms.  This continued until Patsy's body 
shook in a series of violent jerks as wave after wave 
of orgasmic muscle contractions seemed to lift her 
body from the bed as she clasped her legs tightly 
around my wrist and, grinding her hardened clitoris 
against my fingertip, drenched my hand with the excess 
lubricant from her swollen lips.  I let her lay for a 
couple of minutes, resting with her face still buried 
in Nancy's crotch before pushing her aside and taking 
my place on my knees between my wife's spread thighs.  

"Now," I instructed Nancy as I pulled her up to a 
setting position, "you will open your Mistress with 
one hand while you guide your Master into her with the 
other."  Patsy rewarded us with another full upper-
body blush as she reached out and, with one trembling 
hand spread Nancy's lips open while, with the other, 
she grasped my hard shaft and gently guided its helmet 
shaped head into the warm eagerly waiting home.  

"Now keep your hand between us and massage her 
clitoris."  I ordered as I slowly thrust into Nancy.  
As we moved in practiced unison, Nancy and I both 
watched the play of emotions across Patsy's face as 
she watched, her eyes not more than a couple of inches 
away, the steady in and out motions of our sexual 
union.  

"Suck on your Mistress' nipples."  Patsy immediately 
complied, sucking on the nipple nearest to her without 
pausing the steady rubbing of Nancy's clitoris with 
her fingers.  I could tell by the look in my wife's 
eyes that she was as excited by Patsy's presence in 
our bed while we made love as I was.  Reaching the 
crises point I pushed myself fully into Nancy, 
trapping Patsy's hand between us as I moaned and 
repeatedly jerked, emptying myself into her waiting 
receptacle.  To be honest I was so overcome with my 
own gratification at that moment that I can't 
truthfully say whether Nancy came at the same time or 
not.  If not she certainly had not been deprived that 
day, and made no complaint. After the three of us 
rested for a few minutes in one heap of naked body 
parts on the bed, Nancy, after putting Patsy's silk 
ribbon manacles back on her, tied one end of a length 
of red silk ribbon to the silk ribbon leg-iron on 
Patsy's left ankle then tied the other end to the foot 
of the bed.  

"You will sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed."  
I informed Patsy as I handed her a pillow and a 
blanket.  Nancy and I snuggled together under the 
covers and soon we were both sound asleep.  

I was awakened in the wee hours of the morning by a 
gentle shake and a soft 'Master?'  Opening my eyes I 
saw Patsy kneeling beside the bed, her silk chain 
stretched to its full length but still attached at 
both ends.

"Please Master?"  She begged obviously in some great 
need.  

"What is it Ancillula?" I asked coming out of a sound 
sleep.

"I have to go to the Bathroom."  Patsy responded with 
obvious embarrassment.  I got out of bed and, without 
bothering to cover my own nude body, I untied the red 
silk ribbon that chained her red silk leg-iron to the 
foot of the bed then, after retying one end of it to 
Patsy's red silk collar, I used it as a leash to lead 
her through the house and out the sliding glass door 
onto our small enclosed patio.  Patsy's worried look 
turned to one of pure panic when I opened the redwood 
gate leading from our private patio to the common 
grassy area between the two-story apartment buildings.  
After leading her to the center of the yard I stood 
and watched her patiently as she rocked back and forth 
from foot to foot.  Finally her need overcame her 
embarrassment and, squatting in front of me, she 
visibly relaxed her body to allow the stream to flow 
with an audible hiss.  

While she relieved the pent up pressure in her bladder 
Patsy watched as my organ, not more than two inches in 
front of her eyes twitched and grew noticeably.  I 
rocked my hips forward until the tip of my rapidly 
growing member touched her lips.  A shiver ran down 
Patsy's body.  A sound combining a moan and a whimper 
escaped from her slowly parting lips as she welcomed 
me into her warm mouth.  I watched her nipples grow 
hard and crinkly in the cool night air as she clumsily 
worked her lips and tongue around my growing erection.  
I stroked Patsy's hair like I would have petted a 
loyal dog as I filled her mouth with my still growing 
manhood.   

"Just imagine," I said placing a hand on each side of 
her head while I gently pushed further into her mouth, 
"that it's just one of the hundreds, that have been 
pushed through the glory hole, and that you have 
sucked, not knowing who they belong to."  A deep moan 
of anticipation, mixed with dread, vibrated against my 
invading organ.  

"Just think," I continued, pushing myself deeper into 
Patsy's mouth only backing off slightly when she 
gagged, "after a couple of days in that little booth 
you'll never be able to look at a man without 
wondering if he's already pumped a load down your 
throat."   I could feel Patsy trembling with both fear 
and anticipation.

"There is a new rule you must remember," I spoke to 
Patsy softly as I stroked myself in and out of her wet 
mouth, "if a man cums in your mouth then, unless 
instructed otherwise, swallow every drop.  If he cums 
anywhere else on your body," I continued  as I held 
her head with my left hand and stroked myself with my 
right hand, "then you will leave it where it lands."  
As if on cue I erupted on the word 'lands', and my 
first spurt landed on the bridge of her nose, right 
between her eyes.  I heard a soft 'ah-hm' from behind 
me while I admired the way my creamy-white cum slowly 
oozed down Patsy's upturned face and turned to see a 
neighbor couple, obviously arriving home late from 
some social engagement, standing hand in hand watching 
the 'show'.   

"That looks like fun," the woman said with a saucy 
smile on her face.  I could feel Patsy trying to hide 
behind my legs and gently moved her around into full 
view.  

"Yes," I responded, "it was quite fun."  

"Is this your new toy?"  The man did not take his eyes 
off Patsy's hard-nippled breasts.  

"Yes it is."  I put my hand on the back of Patsy's 
head in a re-assuring manner.  "When her training is 
more complete we'll invite you over."  I could feel 
Patsy's whole body trembling in a combination of fear 
and shame as he couple bid us 'good-night' and walked 
on down the walkway toward their apartment.   

"Back in the house," I announced after watching the 
couple disappear into their front door.  I noticed 
tears and cum rolling down Patsy's cheeks as I walked 
her back into the bedroom and tied the red silk ribbon 
to the foot of the bed.

"In the morning," I told Patsy as I climbed into the 
bed and snuggled up to Nancy's naked body, "we will 
give you your first lesson in the proper techniques 
for  pleasuring a man orally."  I dozed off wondering 
if the gentle sobs coming from the foot of the bed 
were caused by my implied dissatisfaction with her 
untrained oral skills, or from her first experience 
being used solely for the sexual pleasure of a man, 
probably both.  I do know that I was beginning to feel 
slightly aroused listening to her cry as I fell 
asleep.

"Wakee wakee," I gently pinched Nancy's nipples until 
she finally stirred and, rolling over to face me, 
cupped my testicles and gave them a gentle squeeze.  

"Good morning," Nancy replied sleepily, "isn't it a 
little early to be dragging me out of bed?"  She 
finished after glancing at the clock.  "Unless, of 
course, you have plans to ravish me then let me sleep 
until noon."  Nancy added with a hopeful tone and 
another squeeze.  

"Neither of the above," I answered continuing to pinch 
her easily excited nipples.  "The burdens of slave 
ownership await our attention."  I kissed Nancy gently 
on the forehead before continuing.  "I think we should 
give our little plaything a lesson in how to orally 
gratify the male organ before we dress her and send 
her off to school."   

 "Oh?"  Nancy asked mischievously as her sleepy 
expression gave way to a large grin. "She seems to be 
exceptionally talented when it comes to gratifying a 
woman orally."  A questioning look spread over Nancy's 
face.   "Exactly when did you discover her inadequacy 
in this area?"  Her grip on my anatomy became almost 
but not quit painful.  "Tell me everything if you want 
to keep these."  She finished with a laugh.  As I told 
Nancy about my little adventure outside with Patsy 
during the night I twisted around on the bed and, 
after untying the silk ribbon chaining our slave to 
the foot of the bed gave her naked body a nudge.  

"Go get my video camera from the front room and bring 
it to me."  

"Yes Master."  Patsy acknowledged my order as she 
rubbed the sleep from her eyes and walking from the 
room.

"Poor girl," Nancy commented when I finished my quick 
recitation of the previous night's events, "making her 
perform like that the first time, then telling her 
she's no good at it."  Nancy paused to shake her head 
with a melodramatic flair.  "Don't worry," she 
continued holding up her hand with her palm towards 
me, "I'll help repair the damage."  Nancy's face 
brightened like she had just had a brilliant idea, 
"maybe, if you leave her here at home, just the two of 
us, all day, I might be able to repair the damage 
you've done to her poor fragile ego."

"Yea, right," I said giving one of Nancy's nipples a 
little extra twist, "if I left the two of you home 
alone all day the only thing we'd end up with is four 
pair of swollen sore, over-used lips."  Nancy laughed 
as we both turned to watch our naked slave walk 
towards us carrying my video camera.  

"Now you go back out of the room," I instructed Patsy 
after taking the video camera from her outstretched 
hand, "and, when I tell you to, I want you to walk 
back into the room."  I positioned myself, reclining 
on the bed with my head and shoulders slightly raised 
by a couple of pillows.  

"Now walk into the room."  I instructed Patsy after 
positioning the camera and focusing past my erection 
and sighting along my slightly parted legs to the 
doorway.  "Smile," I continued my instruction as Patsy 
crossed the room towards the bed, "lick your lips and 
look directly into the lens while you walk.  Make it 
sexy," the embarrassed, red glow coming from he top 
half of Patsy's body could be seen easily on the small 
monitor of my video camera.  In spite of this 
embarrassment, Patsy was obviously turned on by this 
display of her naked body and walked toward the bed 
with slow sensuous, cat-like movements.  "Now continue 
to stare into the lens while you climb onto the bed 
and crawl up between my legs.  Excellent, excellent," 
I encouraged her, "without taking your eyes from the 
lens run your tongue up and down the shaft."

Nancy shifted on the bed and her head and hands came 
into the picture on the camera monitor.  I continued 
to tape the action as Nancy gave Patsy her first real 
lesson on male anatomy.  Nancy caressed every part of 
Patsy's nude body as she carefully pointed out each 
sensitive spot on my erect penis and explained the 
best way to stimulate it.  The lesson ended with 
Nancy's advice on how to get past the gag reflex and 
allow the man to penetrate into her throat.  

"When he cums," Nancy instructed as my orgasm 
approached, "hold it in your mouth without 
swallowing."  Nancy continued to kiss and caress Patsy 
as Patsy worked her mouth up and down my turgid shaft.  
I continued to film as I filled her mouth with my warm 
liquid protein.  

"Now," Nancy finished her directions, "let him slip 
from your mouth without loosing any of it."  I caught 
it on tape as Patsy slowly raised her head, her lips 
tightly closed, and only a small creamy-white trickle 
running from the corner of her mouth.  

"Come here."  Nancy ordered, bringing their lips 
together and forcing her tongue into Patsy's mouth.  I 
zoomed in for a close-up of their mouths mashed 
against each other and caught the glistening evidence 
of my just completed orgasm coating their lips and 
running down their chins.  

As I continued to tape Nancy moved herself into a 
sixty-nine position on top of Patsy.  I zoomed in 
first on Nancy's mouth, her tongue snaking its way 
deeply inside Patsy, then panned down their firm 
beautiful intertwined naked bodies to zoom in on Patsy 
doing the same to Nancy.  I had to admit that my wife 
was correct, Patsy did seem to have a natural talent 
when it came to pleasing other women.  I continued 
taping until their bodies, after clenching together 
and rocking in unison for several minutes, their 
squeals of orgasmic joy muffled by each other's 
crotches, relaxed and rolled apart to lie side by 
side, head to foot, with arms and legs still entwined, 
their legs open and their vaginas wet and open to my 
probing camera lens.  

"Now," Nancy instructed Patsy as she sat up and 
disentangled their arms and legs after several minutes 
spent catching their breaths, "go kneel before your 
Master and humbly thank him for allowing you the honor 
of giving him pleasure with your mouth and receiving 
his manly essence in your unworthy body."   Sitting on 
the edge of the bed I continued to tape as Patsy 
climbed off the bed then, after walking around to my 
side, knelt, still naked, and, staring directly into 
the camera lens repeated, as best she could and with 
reasonable solemnity the message her Mistress had 
instructed her to say.  Then she spontaneously, and 
very endearingly, leaned forward, placed a gentle 
closed lip kiss right on the slit at the top of the 
helmet shaped head of my organ, and giggled holding 
her hand in front of her mouth.  

"I want to make sure you realize," Nancy said, setting 
beside me and gently stroking Patsy's hair, "that even 
though you are still a virgin your master's cum is now 
inside your un-penetrated pussy."  The two women 
smirked at each other as if they had just completed 
some secret plot to circumvent my desires.

"Come on," I said taking Patsy by her upper arms and 
lifting her to her feet, "it's time to dress you for 
school."  I positioned Patsy in the middle of the room 
then sat back down on the edge of the bed.  "what," I 
addressed Nancy after taking a few moments to enjoy 
the view of Patsy's naked body, and the bright red 
face that accompanied Patsy's suppression of her 
desire to cover herself, "have you chosen for our 
little slave girl to wear to school today?"

"We'll start with the basics."  Nancy opened one of 
her dresser drawers and pulling out a black bra.  "The 
school dress code requires girls to wear bras," Nancy 
explained to Patsy as she slipped the bra straps up 
her arms and onto her shoulders, "but no where in the 
dress code does it say that the bra has to cover the 
nipples."  Nancy stepped aside allowing me to see 
Patsy wearing a 'natural look' bra that left Patsy's 
nipples as well as her ample areolas exposed.  I 
watched as her nipples crinkled and hardened in spite 
of her bright red cheeks.  

"Of course the only proper dress for a sex slave is a 
collar and wrist cuffs," Nancy announced as she pushed 
a small stool into the center of the room, "but if 
they must be clothed then they must wear a garter," 
Nancy hooked the garter belt and stepped aside leaving 
it riding low on Patsy's hips with the straps resting 
enticingly on her thighs, "and stockings."  Nancy 
finished, handing Patsy a pair of black silk stockings 
and indicating that she should sit on the stool and 
put them on while we watched.  Patsy's blush spread 
down to the tops of her breasts as she sat on the low 
stool and pulled the stockings up her legs.

"Come here," Nancy ordered as soon as Patsy's legs 
were covered with silk.  Nancy and I fastened the tops 
of the stockings to the garter belt then took a few 
minutes to run our hands over her firm silk covered 
thighs.  

"The dress code," Nancy moved Patsy back to the center 
of the room and pushed the stool out of the way, 
"specifically states that girls must wear panties."  
What Nancy pulled from her drawer looked more like two 
rubber bands hooked together than like any pair of 
panties I'd ever seen before.  

"Come over here."  I ordered Patsy after Nancy had 
helped her into her 'panties'.  Closer examination 
revealed my initial impression was essentially 
correct.  The 'panties' consisted of one black elastic 
band that circled her hips a half inch below the 
garter belt.  Another thin black elastic band was 
attached to the first band in the front then, after 
running between Patsy's thighs, attached to the first 
band again just above the Patsy's butt crack.  When 
she put the 'panties' on our slave, Nancy had insured 
that the band which ran between her legs was nestled 
between her tender young inner lips, and that two 
small knotted 'rosebuds' that could be slipped along 
the band were placed one directly on top of Patsy's 
clitoris, which was already swelling in response to 
the pressure, and the other over that delicate, 
crinkled opening nestled between her fanny cheeks.  

"That," I said spreading Patsy's thighs for a better 
view from the rear, "can only be described as 
deliciously obscene." 

"Thank you, thank you," Nancy took a deep bow, "I had 
them made to my exacting specifications."    I could 
tell from the way she held herself that Patsy thought 
her humiliation had reached a new high.  I could also 
see that every step sent a thrill through her 
clitoris.  

"Here is your blouse." Nancy announced matter-of-
factly as she handed Patsy a blouse that, while not as 
obscenely see through as the one we had dressed her in 
that first day, was thin enough and sheer enough to 
show the outline of her hard crinkled nipples.  

"And your skirt," the skirt was just barely long 
enough and the slit in the front just barely short 
enough to pass muster.

"Last but hardly least, your shoes," Nancy handed 
Patsy a pair of high heels considerably higher than 
any she had ever worn before, then held Patsy's hand 
to help her balance as Patsy put on the shoes and took 
her first experimental steps.  

"Perfect," I announced, "you look like the school slut 
out to get herself gang-fucked by the football squad."   
Patsy, not unexpectedly, burst into tears.  "The red 
silk collar, manacles, and leg irons add just the 
right 'please fuck me' touch to the ensemble."  Nancy 
gave me a dirty look then put her arm around Patsy's 
shoulder to comfort her.  

"He didn't really mean that," Nancy assured Patsy 
drying the tears from her eyes, "but I'll bet that 
every boy who sees you in school today will think of 
nothing but fucking you until they get home and jerk-
off while they imagine you riding them hard."   For 
some reason that only increased Patsy's tear 
production.  

"Now," Nancy walked towards the end of the bed where I 
was setting, drawing Patsy along with her, "kneel."  
Nancy indicated a spot on the floor in front of us as 
she sat down beside me. 

"Careful," Nancy warned as Patsy lowered herself onto 
her knees, "don't get a run in those expensive silk 
hose."  

"Before we drive you to school," I instructed Patsy 
concerning her behavior, "we want to make certain that 
you understand what is expected of you during your 
last few days of high school."  

"Yes Master," Patsy sniffed back tears, her body 
trembled with fear or anticipation, or maybe both.  

"First," I ticked the rules off on my fingers, "and 
most important, your collar, manacles and leggings 
must not be taken off for any reason whatsoever."  I 
paused to look into Patsy's face to make sure she 
understood our instructions.  I was pleased to see the 
very serious and somber expression on her face.   

"If anyone asks you about them," Nancy continued, 
"just say that your new owners told you to wear them."   
Patsy bit her lower lip, obviously disturbed by the 
idea that she might have to mention 'owners' to the 
other kids at school.  

"You will participate in gym class," I said, "and if 
anyone asks you about your underwear, or your hairless 
crotch, you will give them the same answer, 'My new 
owners told me to'."  Patsy's body was beginning to 
tremble with the knowledge that, before the day was 
out, everyone at school would know that she had 
'owners'.  

"And, trust me," I gently held her head with a hand on 
each of her cheeks, "we will know if you do not follow 
these instructions," I paused to let that sink in, 
"and if you disobey us in any way your punishment will 
be far worse than a paddling in the park."

"Time for school," I announced standing up and pulling 
Patsy to her feet.
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