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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Our New Toy
Part: 04
Summary: The slave goes back to school.
Keywords: MF FF oral exhib hum

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Copyright (C) 2000 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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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 04
By
Norm DePloom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't you think," Gail asked her friend, "that THEY 
would want you to carry your books lower down, maybe 
by your side?"  Patsy's face turned bright red as she 
moved her books revealing her breasts topped by hard 
crinkly nipples almost completely not hidden by the 
blouse Nancy had picked out for her.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't be too sure." 

"Oh?"

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

"You think Gail has a crush on Patsy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who is this?"  The teacher asked suspiciously.  

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

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

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

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

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

"Well," the voice continued, obviously subdued by the 
chilly tone from Nancy, "while they are technically 
within the rules of the school..."

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

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

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

"But..."

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

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

"You have done very well," Nancy informed her, "now 
leave her office and wait for us in front of the 
school."  Knowing that our new slave was no dummy we 
were pretty sure that, by the time we picked her up 
she would have noodled through to the conclusion that 
we had some way of keeping track of her at school.  We 
each ordered another cup of coffee while I unhooked my 
laptop and stored my equipment back in its carrying 
case.  We intended to allow Patsy to stand in front of 
the school for many long embarrassing minutes, giving 
all of the students a chance to admire her firm sexy 
body before we picked her up.  Patsy was in tears when 
we finally arrived in front of the school.  Nancy got 
out of the car and allowed Patsy to take her customary 
position in the front seat between us.  Much to our 
delight Patsy, in spite of her tears, carefully pulled 
the back of her skirt up and placed her hands behind 
her back as I pulled away from the curb. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Start by just swaying your hips in time with the 
music," I instructed as Nancy and I settled into our 
seats.  "Now," I continued my instructions, "slowly 
move your hands up your sides, then across your 
breasts."  I put my arm around Nancy and twirled my 
fingertip gently around her hardening nipple.  
"Pretend your hands belong to a boy friend who is 
seducing you, tease yourself and us by almost but not 
quite touching those places where you want to be 
touched so badly you can hardly stand it."  Patsy 
obeyed, moving her hands up her sides then across her 
breasts.  She almost, but not quite, touched her 
nipples as she ran her hands up onto her neck then 
over her face and through her hair.  Patsy's swaying 
hips took on more sexual urgency as the beat of the 
music slowly built in intensity.  As my hand's 
explored Nancy's willing body Patsy brought her hands 
back down across her breasts, coming closer but still 
missing her nipples, then down across her stomach and 
onto her thighs.  Getting into the feel of the music 
and almost instinctively understanding what was 
expected of her Patsy moved her hands back up her 
thighs pulling he skirt with them allowing us to 
almost glimpse her clean shaven crotch before letting 
the skirt slip from her hands.

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

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

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

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

"Oh God, fuck me..." We all chanted, almost in unison, 
as our minds came together in the most intense act of 
mutual sexual pleasure any of us had ever experienced, 
leaving us all draped across our chairs to limp to 
move.  All three of us remained draped over our chairs 
for several minutes while we caught our breath.  I was 
the first to move, pulling my phone from the clip on 
my belt around my ankles.  I speed dialed my favorite 
Chinese restaurant and ordered food to be delivered.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What am I?"  I asked Patsy.

"My Domitor."  She replied with total seriousness.  

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

"My Domitrix." She replied.

"And you are?"  I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Domitrix."  Patsy replied with a subservient 
blush.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is our Ancillula ready for her finals tomorrow?"  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I turn to run but something hits me from behind 
sending me sprawling on the ground and knocking my 
breath from my body.  I feel myself being picked up 
and barely get a glimpse of a giant of a man with long 
blond hair and a full red beard who throws my over his 
shoulder with no more effort than if I was a bag of 
flour.  As he turns and carries me toward the boats he 
seems to be totally unaware of my fists hitting his 
back or of my feet kicking at him.  He is obviously a 
man of power.  Most of the other men shy away from 
him, or speak to him with respect.  Only a few of the 
men seem to be brave enough or powerful enough to joke 
with him about his 'great treasure'.  They speak a 
language I cant understand, but I seem to know what 
they are saying.  I see other girls and women, most of 
them already stripped of their clothes and their 
dignity, being carried towards the boats.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

"When are you going to fuck me?"  

That night I put her to bed between Nancy and I where 
we could both snuggle up to her warm naked body during 
the night.  Once during the night I was awakened by 
movement in the bed to discover Patsy had her face 
between Nancy's legs.  I woke up enough to split my 
attentions between the two nude female bodies in my 
bed, kissing Nancy deeply as she came with a gentle 
but apparently very satisfying orgasm.  After Nancy's 
body relaxed Patsy, without having to be told switched 
from her Mistriss' crotch to her Master's as naturally 
as you could have expected from a person with much 
more than a weeks experience in sex.  Patsy was a 
quick learner and, taking me into her mouth 
demonstrated her newfound skills with apparent 
enthusiasm. 

After satisfying her two owners Patsy, our Ancillula, 
our toy, settled down between us and went back to 
sleep with a small smile on her face.  Apparently 
taking care of our needs had given her a sense of 
accomplishment and a sensation of having done her job 
competently.  Before falling back to sleep I gave some 
consideration to where we would take our toy next.  It 
was becoming obvious that satisfying our sexual needs 
in the privacy of our home was no longer igniting the 
humiliation we so wanted to see coloring the face of 
our young slave.  More drastic measures were needed.

I delayed my plans for Patsy's decent into degradation 
and humiliation for a couple of days while we 
concentrated on preparing her for her finals.  Not 
that either Nancy nor I hesitated to use her sexually 
whenever the urge struck.  Though, for the time being 
I restricted myself to oral pleasures.  We continued 
to insure that our Ancillula was dressed on the 
cutting edge of acceptable sluttiness every day when 
she went to school.  Never in her life had Patsy 
received so much attention from the males at her high 
school.  

Our slave had become complacent, she serviced our 
needs without hesitation and we had not seen a decent 
blush in a day and a half.  It seems our toy had 
embraced her inner slut, at least to the point that 
she could enjoy the attention she got from the boys at 
school; the sex romps with her owners; and even the 
occasional naked walk around the apartment pool.  It 
was time to push her to the next level.

When we woke the Thursday morning we gave Patsy 
instructions for preparing the coffee and cinnamon 
rolls for our breakfast then lounged in the bed while 
we waited for our naked slave to reappear with our 
food on a tray.  As had become our custom Patsy, 
wearing only her silk collar, manacles and 'leg 
irons', knelt in front of us while we ate.  I teased 
Patsy by holding out a morsel of food then pulling it 
back just as she started to bite it. 

"Lick your nipple and you can have it," I told her.

"Don't let her have it until she licks them both and 
makes her nipples hard for us," Nancy chimed in, 
taking an interest in my morning game.  Just like the 
previous meals, Patsy's face turned red, but not the 
bright red we wanted.  Once her nipples were nice and 
hard Nancy and I both fed her some of our rolls.

"You won't be going to school today," Nancy announced 
as we finished our breakfast, "today is `Senior Cut 
Day' and while the rest of the Seniors will be going 
to the beach your master has a arranged a very special 
experience for our little slave girl."  

"Before I take her anywhere, I want a show while I 
drink my coffee."

"That's a wonderful idea," Nancy agreed, "Ancillula, 
move these trays then lay down on the bed between us."  
Nancy moved over to make room for our slave girl 
between us on the bed.  "On your back, dear," Nancy 
continued after the trays were moved to the side of 
the room.  "Now, I want you to spread your legs and 
show us exactly how you used to masturbate back when 
you were allowed to masturbate that is."  Nancy and I 
each turned to face the slave between us and sipped 
coffee from our mugs.  Despite having been naked with 
us for the better part of the last week, Patsy blushed 
and moved with reluctance as she spread her legs, 
revealing her smooth shaved nether region and gently 
rubbed herself with her open hand.  Her face was red 
with embarrassment and I came to the conclusion that 
the hardest thing for Patsy was being the center of 
attention.  As long as she has her face buried in one 
of our crotches, or the attention is on one of us, as 
in when she is bathing us, she can perform without the 
embarrassment or the feelings of humiliation she feels 
when the attention is all on her. 

"Now that we've seen how you masturbate when you're 
doing it for your own pleasure," Nancy said as she 
gently ran her fingertips up the inside of Patsy's 
upper thigh, "we will teach you how to do it to please 
others."  

"Poor little Ancillula," I said pulling her leg a 
little closer to me, opening her up a little more, 
"she can't even fuck herself properly." 

"Shush," Nancy said in my direction, "you don't need 
to unnecessarily humiliate our toy, it's not her fault 
that nobody's taught her how to masturbate."  Our 
comments caused a deeper shade of red to flow over 
Patsy's face and neck.  

"Remember," Nancy continued speaking to Patsy, "you're 
doing this for our and our friend's pleasure, not 
yours.  You aren't even allowed to have an orgasm 
without permission.  It's ok to start out as you have, 
but now you need to use your fingers to open yourself 
so we can see inside, then pull the skin back and let 
us see your swollen clitoris."  Patsy followed her 
mistress' instructions, pulling her vaginal lips 
apart, then exposing her clitoris.  "That's better, 
remember we want to see our slave playing with 
herself."  Nancy purposefully chose to use the more 
childish term to further Patsy's embarrassment.  

"Now dip your finger down inside and spread some of 
that lovely lubricant over your clitoris."  Patsy 
moaned as she lubricated herself according to Nancy's 
directions.  "As much as I'd love to play with your 
naked body all day," Nancy patted our toy's wide 
spread thighs as she rose from the bed, "I've got to 
get dressed and take care of a few things."  Nancy 
continued to watch Patsy masturbate as Nancy dressed.  
I slowly drank my coffee while I watched Patsy, and 
watched Nancy watching Patsy.  After dressing Nancy 
leaned over, gave me a kiss then, after one last 
longing look at Patsy's well lubed crotch, left the 
apartment.  

"Continue what you are doing," I instructed Patsy as I 
left the room.  I came back a minute later with a 
fresh cup of coffee and placed a chair at the end of 
the bed so I could watch Patsy's every move as she 
continued to finger herself.  It was the first time 
our slave and I had truly been alone with each other.  
I sat in silence and sipped my coffee while I watched 
every move Patsy's fingers made in and around her wet 
pussy, only speaking to remind her not to cum when it 
looked like she might get carried away.  When my 
second cup of coffee was gone I got dressed while 
Patsy continued to masturbate on the bed.  I slipped 
the small butt plug that I had purchased at the adult 
book and novelty store into my pocket, then ordered 
Patsy to get dressed.  I gave her a modest pull over 
blouse, and a skirt that hung down to mid thigh.  
Being dressed so modestly actually seemed to make 
Patsy more nervous as we left the apartment and walked 
to the car.  During this time I spoke to Patsy no more 
than necessary giving her only short orders when 
necessary to let her know what I expected from her.  
Patsy assumed the proper position as soon as she got 
into the car.

"Spread your legs as far as you can," I instructed as 
I pulled out of the parking space, "and continue 
masturbating while I drive.  Come on,"  I said after a 
moments pause, "There's plenty of room, scoot your 
fanny forward, spread your legs real wide and really 
go to work on yourself."  I finally got a blush almost 
equal to what she gave us on Saturday.  I continued to 
drive in silence while I watched her in my peripheral 
vision.  Patsy kept looking over at me and seemed to 
be disappointed that I was, as far as she could tell, 
ignoring her show.  Patsy became so involved it her 
masturbation, and in watching me not watch her, that 
she did not realize where we were going until we 
pulled into the parking lot.

"Oh, my god," she whispered.  I turned off the engine 
and looked over at Patsy.  She seemed to be frozen 
with two fingers buried inside herself as she stared 
with growing panic at the sign on the front of the 
adult book store.

"You have a date with a glory hole," I said.  
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