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Our New Toy
Part 10
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 lahte 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 began receiving 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 almost 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-" She continued. "-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 continued leaning close to her friend and
speaking 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-
" The emphasis placed on the word 'they' made it
obvious to Patsy who was being referred to. "-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 said as she moved her
hand up my leg and squeezed my hard cock. 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 '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 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 hands efforts under the table. "-told me to."
She finished then, pushing past the girls rushed
though the door 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 announced as she 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 as 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." I replied taking a sip of my own
coffee.
"Oh?" Nancy replied.
"After all Gail and a male friend were at the party on
Sunday." I expanded on my thinking. "Patsy new they
were there, she knows how Gail reacted when we made
her wash Gail."
"You think Gail has a crush on Patsy?" Nancy asked.
"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 Nancy to clean
her up afterwards-" I explained my thoughts. "-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 Balero.
"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?"
She 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
chill in Nancy's voice. "-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 it's
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 matter of
factly. 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 stage
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
aureoles, 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 Patsy 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 began to move 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 aureoles
which were left bare by the cut-away bra we had
dressed her in. 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 own 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 began to chant, 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.