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Our New Toy

Part 11

by

Norm DePloom

 

ll 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," I addressed Patsy using the Latin name I'd given her.  The name means 'little slave girl', "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 sticky-ness 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."  I instructed Patsy once Nancy and my genitals were clean and dry.  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.  The top of the bag was folded over and held closed with a stapled on receipt for the food inside. 

 

"Set the table," Nancy instructed Patsy, "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 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 began to lick 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 began to suck. 

 

"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 visibly 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 Nancy, now flushed more with excitement than with embarrassment, released her saliva coated, crinkled, erect nipples and began to collect 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 adding to her growing sexual excitement. 

 

"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 began to remove 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 began to remove 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 myself. 

 

"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 oier the table top with only her butt 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 began to drizzle 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, began the task of cleaning the sticky material from our slave girls nipples and breasts.  Cleaning Patsy's breasts while watching my wife enthusiastically licking every drop from her warm flesh 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 re-coated 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 re-appeared several minutes later and, after crossing the stage to where I was setting, 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 then began to wash 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 spoke a language I couldn't 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.  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 un-resistable 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?"