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Copyright © 2001 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot com'

 

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

 

Our New Toy

Part 08

By

Norm DePloom

 

t's time for you to get on with your studying"  I said taking on a stern demeanor after giving Nancy and Patsy a chance to catch their breath wrapped in each others arms.

 

"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.  The large bulge in the front of my pants testified to my aching need.

 

"There will be plenty of time for 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 her 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 her 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 in it of course."  I explained as 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 stared with open 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 considering 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 her 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 and from between her butt cheeks. 

 

"Remember this?"  I asked holding 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 finished turning on the vibrator nestled between her legs.  Patsy jumped and squealed once more, the to reactions being almost identical. 

 

"Now-"  I said as Nancy, using my erection as a pivot point, slipped off her chair and 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 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 her, 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 your 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 announced straightening up my clothes and enjoying 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 her face were exquisite.  I could not decide which I liked the best; the face she made when she was in pain, the face she made when she was being pleasured by the vibrator or 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.  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 planing 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 began to answer 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 without emotion.  "We are putting you in chains here."  Nancy continued placing 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 them 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 began pealing 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 sae 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 later she presented herself in the front room for our approval.

 

“Step over here.”  I said indicating 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-”  As Nancy talked she replaced 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 girls virginity?”  Nancy asked me as soon as we were alone.  “And when are you going to do it?” 

 

“Soon.”  I answered her.  “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-”  I continued.  “-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 ordered, removing 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 said curtly as she 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.”  She stated in a soft voice. 

 

"Undress me.”  I ordered as 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, began to tentatively rub it over my chest while she pretended to ignore the red helmet of my engorged 'little solder' 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 stated gently rubbing 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 an 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 own 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 own 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 began my full, slow thrusts 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, beginning to suck 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.