The Perils of Patricia

The Perils of Patricia

Part 3

     Patricia slept remarkably well, due in no small part to her exhaustion, both emotional and physical. Visions of submission, sexual servitude and humiliation invaded her dreams, although none seemed to give cause for alarm. Instead she slept deeply and securely, comforted by the soft and warm young body next to her.

     The morning sunlight bathed the room in a warm glow as the drapes were swept aside by a cheerful Sara.

     “Rise and shine sleepyhead!” she beamed at her slumbering prize.

     “It’s a lovely day and we have so much to do!”

     Patricia lazily began to sit, brushing a stray fiery red lock from her eyes.

     “Good morning pet! I take it you slept well. But you certainly don’t want to miss the whole day now, do you?”

     “No Sar….Miss Sara.”

     “I’m sure you would like to clean up a bit before breakfast,” chirped the happy brunette as she unlocked the collar which limited Patricia to a small radius around the bed.

     “Yes Miss Sara, thankyou.” Patricia had her feet on the floor and was beginning to rise when she was suddenly overtaken by the fact that she was completely nude. Pulling the duvet up to her chin she sank back down only to be chided by the young woman before her.

     “Now now pet, surely you are not going to be shy with me, are you? Not after last night.”

     Leaning in close, Sara grabbed the covers and gently began to pull them away from the trembling redhead.

     “I know exactly what you want pet, what you need.” She whispered, holding Patricia’s eyes with her own.

     “You want to be naked for me, don’t you darling? Hmmm? To hide nothing from your Mistress. Isn’t that right, pet?” she purred. “Yesssss, that’s it pet, let go.”

     As she gently coaxed the trembling redhead, more and more pale flesh was exposed to her gaze, until there was nothing left between them.  Sara felt the rush of power enter her as it left the submissive before her. Although Patricia probably didn’t consciously realize it, their places had just been reinforced. This fully clothed young woman standing over her was in charge. 

     “That’s better now, isn’t it pet? Go ahead now, shower and freshen up. Everything you need is in the bathroom. I have a few things to do so I will be back in a bit to check on you.” Sara kissed the redhead on the cheek, spun her around and sent her on her way, patting her bottom, “Scoot!”

     As she waited for the shower to become warm Patricia grabbed a thick towel from the counter. Gently brushing it against her cheek she noted it was very high quality, like everything else she had seen so far. “ Sara must come from money.” she thought.

     Having luxuriated in the warm water, expensive body wash, shampoo and conditioner, Patricia finally stepped from the shower feeling fresh and revived. She had almost forgotten the overwhelming events of last evening. Wrapping a thick towel around her, she looked for a dressing gown or anything to wear. Perhaps she was to remain naked. This thought made her instantly uneasy. While she had exposed herself lewdly last evening, she really didn’t want to run around naked all day. It occurred to her that might be the whole point, though. To keep her off guard and completely dependent on Sara.

     Patricia’s thoughts were interrupted by the door opening as Sara popped her head in.

     “Everything going well, pet? I think you have everything you need here. I want you to look your best. I sort of guessed at your colors, but I think you will like the look. I know I will”, referring to the makeup laid out neatly on the vanity.

     “Is there anything for me to wear, Miss Sara?” Patricia asked hesitantly

     “I’m sure we can find something for you to throw on----for now” Sara said with a Cheshire cat smile.

     Once again alone, Patricia decided to finish getting ready for the day. She began to blow-dry her hair and, taking up a brush, decided to tease her hair a bit to give it more of a lion’s mane look. That always drew comments and she truly did want to impress Sara.

    As she was finishing she noticed a razor and can of shaving cream, both obviously new. After a moment’s thought she realized their purpose and quickly grabbed both, lathering her pubic area she swept away the light stubble which had grown over the course of the last day, making certain she was as bald as the day she was born. This was something Sara had insisted on, even hinting at the possibility of removing it on a more permanent basis. Patricia blushed at the thought of being permanently bald in her most intimate and womanly area.

     As she prepared herself for the day, artfully applying the supplied makeup, as well as a touch of a very expensive perfume to select areas, she contemplated the world shattering events of yesterday.  While those events were far beyond anything she had ever imagined, she suspected that was not the end of it. Despite Sara’s caring and sweet demeanor last night and this morning, she knew from countless hours of chats that Sara was not looking for a lover, but a slavegirl. And at the moment, Patricia was that slavegirl! After all, she was totally at the young woman’s mercy. She was without her identification, money, or any means of getting home. She even had to rely on Sara for her clothes! On the other hand, she had been more excited than at any other time in her life. And Sara had produced an orgasm in her that eclipsed anything she had ever experienced. Never had she encountered anything so overwhelming, all-consuming, mind alteringly---astonishing! And she wanted it again!

     Slipping a hand between her thighs she realized she had become wet with her thoughts of Sara and that she would likely degrade herself again, if for no other reason than to get into the girl’s bed again and achieve that same bliss she had felt last night.

     Patricia took one last look at her reflection to insure all was perfect before she returned to the bedroom. The mirror revealed bright blue eyes beneath smoky eyeshadow, highlighted by shimmering gold which caught the light seductively. The high cheekbones defined by subtly applied deep rouge. The delicate nose and dark, full lips, all framed by airy wisps of fiery red locks. She looked as if she were about to do a photo shoot for the cover of a fashion magazine. And it was all for Sara. Why she wanted to please this young woman so badly was a mystery, but she wanted , and intended, to do just that.

     As she returned to the bedroom Sara was waiting for her, a bright smile on her gorgeous young face.

     “There you are pet, ready for breakfast? I have something for you to wear, then we can go eat.”

     Sara held up an emerald green silk dressing robe. Clearly it was designed to be worn over some manner of undergarments, likely tap pants and chemise, or something of that nature. But it was obvious to Patricia that she would be wearing it alone, with only the thin silk to cover her.

     Slipping it on she thought “Oh well, she has seen all of me anyway.” As the fine material settled onto her shoulders she realized it was just barely enough to cover her nude womanhood and her behind had no less protection. Any bending would show off everything, as would sitting. The next problem, she discovered, was that the front could be closed only just enough to barely contain her breasts. She cinched the waist tie as tightly as possible, which further served to accentuate her breasts, stretching the fabric tightly across them, flattening them slightly and leaving no doubt as to the condition of her now very erect nipples.

     “Miss Sara, I can’t…..” her protest was cut off.

     “Of course you can pet, and you will. Now, don’t be such a baby. Here put these on.”

     Patricia took the shoes being held out to her. Simple black pumps, with a 5 inch heel. As she sat on the bed to slip her feet into the torturous  things, Sara continued “As I recall it was you who asked for something to wear, wasn’t it? Plus,  I just love the effect, don’t you?”

     Patricia inwardly rolled her eyes, “Yes Miss Sara.”

     As Patricia struggled slightly on the towering heels, Sara led the way to the dining area, gently holding the slave’s hand. But Patricia stopped abruptly as they rounded the corner only to find that, just as she had feared, they would not be alone for breakfast. Seated at the table were Amber and another young blond. While Patricia had hoped to spend the day alone with her lovely young Mistress, it seemed that was not going to be the case.

     As they entered the room all conversation stopped, the new blond girl staring at the tall, nearly naked redhead in disbelief. Patricia felt all of the blood in her body suddenly rush to her cheeks, matched only by that of the blond girl who, it seemed, was not privy to Patricia’s subjugation.

     “See Jessica, I told you!” exclaimed Amber triumphantly. Apparently they had been talking about her and Jessica had not believed there was a forty year old submissive bisexual sex slave in the next room who was willing to debase herself at the whim of her Mistress.

     As she cowered back into the bedroom, Patricia was hardly able to believe it herself. After all, only yesterday she had been an average, all-American, girl next door, living a normal average life with her husband, in her average suburban neighborhood. Now, here she was with barely a breath of clothing to cover her, in front of these three young women, and completely at their mercy- and she had done it all voluntarily!

     “Now, don’t be shy pet, come in!” encouraged Sara, now taking a much firmer grip on the woman’s wrist.

     Moving in close, Sara whispered “Please don’t make me bind you pet. You are going to come in here and behave or I will make it much more difficult. You know I can.”

     The look in her eyes told Patricia she was quite serious and that her compliance was inevitable. Patricia allowed herself to be led into the room, eyes fixed firmly on a spot on the floor in front of her.

     “Patricia you don’t mind serving, do you?”

     Patricia’s eyes darted to Sara as her flush deepened. Sara had seated herself and was now smiling sweetly at her. Seeing no alternative she moved towards the counter.

    “Not at all Miss Sara.”

     “Told ya!” Amber pronounced victoriously.

     “And she will do anything she is told?” inquired Jessica.

     “You bet! You saw the pictures from last night. She is really something!”

     “Oh my god, I just can’t believe it! Sara how did you get her to do it? I mean, she’s a full grown woman!”

     “Yes she is, a married one too” Sara stated conversationally, “but she loves it, every bit of it, whether she realizes it or not. She was meant to be a pet, controlled and cared for by me.”

     Patricia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. These three girls sat and discussed her in a most conversational tone, and worse yet they spoke as if she were not in the room, adding to her humiliation. But still, she felt the familiar fire begin to burn within her, the tiny flame threatening to become a raging inferno if she couldn’t control herself.

     “Not now, oh god, not now” she pleaded silently as she went about serving the three girls.

     As Patricia completed her serving duties Sara at last spoke to her directly.

     “Come sit next to me pet.”

     Patricia felt a new wave of humiliation wash over her as she realized that Sara meant for her to kneel on the floor next to her. Kneeling down next to the seated girl, her position was reinforced once more.

      “That’s a good girl” cooed Sara, offering her pet a bit of fruit.

     As Patricia reached for it, it was quickly withdrawn with a stern look from Sara. Patricia concluded that she was not to use her hands to eat, instead allowing Sara to feed her as any household pet. Although her cheeks flushed crimson she couldn’t hold back the wave of passion that washed over her. She only prayed that her scent would not give her away.

     The meal continued this way, three fully clothed girls seated at the dining table, and one nearly naked woman sitting next to her Mistress as any obedient dog. Patricia was fed her entire meal by hand, while the three chatted. Occasionally Sara would reach out to stroke her hair, cheek, or a nearly exposed nipple.

     But the entire time Jessica’s eyes darted from the seated girls back to the redhead kneeling on the floor, a fact which did not go unnoticed by Sara. Amber had been watching her as well, but where Jessica’s expression was one of disbelief and embarrassment, Amber’s lascivious stare made Patricia decidedly uncomfortable. Patricia was certain that, if left alone with Amber, things would get a lot more uncomfortable for her.

     Once the meal was over and the girls were sipping on their coffee, Sara decided it was time to move things along.

     “So Jess, still having trouble with this?”

     “Well, yeah, I guess ……I mean, it’s kinda weird” the blushing girl stumbled on her words.

     “Not as weird as you might think Jess. Really. Amber is ok with it, right Amber?”

     “Sure! I love it!” offered Amber enthusiastically, “I mean, who wouldn’t? To have your own slave to do whatever you want. And I mean ‘anything’” the last part clearly directed towards Patricia, eliciting a chill.

     “You have no idea how much pleasure you can get from it” added Sara.

     “Would you like a sample Jess? She would be happy to please you” pronounced Sara proudly. Then, directing her question to Patricia “Wouldn’t you pet?”

     No! Patricia screamed inwardly.

     “Yes Miss Sara, of course.”

     “Strip pet.”

     The command was sweet, but firm. Patricia knew she would be complying, despite her reservations about degrading herself before this girl who clearly was not comfortable with this scene.

     With trembling hands Patricia quickly untied the bow holding the flimsy garment. Slipping her arms out she let her last defenses glide to the floor where she knelt.

     “Very nice, now clasp your hands behind your back and spread your knees.”

     As Patricia assumed the humiliating pose she felt her breasts thrust forward and hoped that her now spread open sex would not give her arousal away.

     “So Jess, you like?”

     Jessica was at a loss for words. Trying hard to look away she fumbled with her words “I..I’m not…umm, I’m not..”

    “Gay?” Sara began to laugh. “Neither is Amber, but she isn’t afraid to receive pleasure, are you Am?”

     “Nope!” giggled Amber.

     “I think it’s time we show Jess what I mean pet. I want you to crawl to her and beg to pleasure her, now.”

     Patricia looked pleadingly at Sara, but could see she meant exactly what she said. To prove it Sara had produced a crop from somewhere and now slapped it against one hand to emphasize her words.

     Ignoring the tears welling in the wide blue eyes, she repeated “Now, pet!”

     “Yes Miss Sara.”

     Patricia lowered her hands to the floor and crawled the short distance to where Jessica was seated.

     “Resume your position pet” came the command from behind her.

     Rising back to her subservient position, Patricia clasped her hands behind her back once again, and spread her knees wide.

     “Wider pet!” Sara’s voice came once again, now in front of her.

     Patricia spread her knees as far apart as she could, well aware that she was presenting her gaping, glistening sex to the young woman seated before her.

     “Please Miss Jessica, may I please give you pleasure?” her voice wavering, unable to look up.

     “Give her pleasure how, pet? Say it.”

     “By licking her.”

     “More specific pet, and use full sentences little slut.”

     That last comment made Patricia positively gush. She could feel a trickle of moisture slide down her inner thigh. Flushed with shame, she continued.

     “Please Miss Jessica, may I please bring you pleasure by licking your…pussy?”

     Patricia felt the instantaneous degradation of her last words. She had just descended another rung on the ladder of submission. Until yesterday she had never been with another woman. Now here she was, groveling before this girl with whom she had been acquainted for no more than thirty minutes, begging her to lick her-pussy. Oh, that word! She couldn’t recall ever having used it before, it just seemed so trashy. She felt dirty for having said it and even worse with the knowledge that in moments she would likely have her face buried in it. Yet, her own sex continued to flow, her arousal now plainly evident to all in the room.

     Sara, having decided to push the slut further out of her comfort zone, commanded “Be more respectful pet, look at Jessica when you ask something of her.”

     Patricia hesitantly raised her wide blue eyes to see Sara standing behind Jessica holding a small video camera, obviously to document her debasement. She was slightly relieved to see that Jessica was equally, if not more, uncomfortable than she. It was clear that Jessica was not in on this and looked as if she would run for the door at any moment.

     “Sara, this is just too weird for me. I think I should leave.” Jessica began to rise.

     “Come on Jess, look at her. She really wants to lick your pussy, and, by the way, she is very, very good!” pronounced Sara in a mock confidential tone.

     “I..I don’t think so. Really I…”

     “Oh, me, me, me, let her do me Sara!!” Amber interjected.

     “Oh allright Amber. Maybe if Jess sees how much fun it is she will change her mind.”

    “Ok slut, you have my permission to beg to serve Miss Amber.”

     Patricia swallowed hard and made her way to where Amber sat. If begging to serve Jessica had been degrading, then doing so with this young girl was down-right frightening. Every time she looked at Amber she was reminded of a hungry dog in the butcher shop window. She couldn’t help the feeling that Amber was just waiting for an opportunity to get her hands on her. And now she was presenting her with just such an opportunity. She looked up into Amber’s beaming face and repeated her request.

     “Please Miss Amber, may I please you by licking your pussy?”

     Amber added to her debasement by playing the innocent, feigning shock.

     “Mrs. Mailin! How could you? I’m just a girl! I don’t want sex with you!”

     Patricia felt light-headed. Not only had Amber called her by her surname, she had made it seem as if Patricia was the instigator of this scene. Near emotional collapse, Patricia looked at the loving face of Sara who was motioning for her to continue.

     “Please Miss Amber, please!” Patricia found herself truly begging, not knowing what else to do.

     “Caress her legs and thighs pet, kiss them, and keep begging.” Sara urged.

     Patricia let her hands glide over the young , toned calves, the soft thighs, to the hem of the tight cutoffs hugging narrow youthful hips, planting tender kisses in the erogenous zones.

     “Please Miss Amber, let me lick you, please!”

     Amber played the innocent protesting youth to perfection.

     “No Mrs. Mailin, don’t! What are you doing? Oh my god! Please no!”

     Patricia’s shame and guilt were slowly giving way to a true desire to persuade this girl to let her provide pleasure. The gentle scent of youthful perfume, the faint aroma of sex, were working on her fevered desire, even as her mind screamed to put a halt to it.

     “Get her shorts and panties off of her pet.” Sara’s voice was barely more than a whisper. Clearly this was getting to her as well.

    Meanwhile Jessica stared, mouth agape, in disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of her.

     Patricia unclasped the tight shorts and slid her hands under Amber’s  firm behind to encourage her to lift up. Amber happily lifted up enough to allow the wanton redhead to complete the job.

     “Mrs. Mailin please, no. It’s wrong, don’t.” Amber kept up the pretense.

     Patricia grasped both shorts and panties, sliding them from the little behind, and down long legs, to rest at Amber’s feet. The scent of Amber’s excitement immediately took hold of Patricia, overwhelming her reason. The sight of the girl’s pussy, the pouting labia, the clit hiding in its little home, the wisp of blonde hair all drove her past the point of caring. No longer concerned with the camera, or her audience, she pulled Amber’s behind toward the edge of the chair. Gently pressing outward on her knees Patricia marveled at how the delicate folds of Amber’s sex opened up to her like a rose in the morning sun.

     Now consumed with lust, Patricia knew only one world, one thing that mattered, one goal, and it was only inches away from her eyes. She dove in like a woman possessed, devouring the flower as a lioness feasting on fresh kill. Working her tongue furiously, kissing, nibbling, sucking, she reveled in her subservience to this pussy, this golden succulent flower. It owned her and it was part of her, as she was part of it. It was the center of her universe, in fact it was her universe.

     So consumed was Patricia that she could not hear the blonde’s protests turn to surprise, to acquiescence, to passion. Even though this was only her second time, she was quite good, drawing on her knowledge of her own body,  producing sensations Amber had yet to experience in her young life.

     Amber was edging closer and closer, paradise only moments away now, taken aloft not only by this wonderfully talented woman, but by her power over her at this moment. Suddenly Patricia buried her tongue deep into Amber, her upper lip slamming into her clit, and Amber’s world exploded into a million flashing lights. Searing heat enveloped her body, her eyes flying open wide as she grasped two handfuls of red hair and pulled with all her might, grinding her soaking pussy into Patricia’s face. If she could have, she would pull this heavenly creature completely inside of her. Instead she rode the wave of ecstasy, rutting and bucking, awash in a sea of pleasure.

    
     Once the orgasm finally released it’s hold on her, Amber pulled the red head away from her, and slumped in her chair.

     “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” she mindlessly repeated.

     Patricia smiled inwardly, knowing it was her ministrations that had reduced this young woman to a mindless lump of jelly. But her self-satisfaction soon gave way to disgust in the realization that she had just been lowered yet another notch in the order of things- used as something to provide sexual gratification, like a vibrator or love doll. Fortunately she didn’t have long to ponder this feeling as Miss Sara once again instructed her to kneel at her side, her face covered in the result of Amber’s passion.

     “You see, Jess? See how much fun it is? Come on, give it a try.”

     “I told you Sara, I’m not gay” came Jessica’s retort.

     “Neither is Amber, silly!” giggled Sara. “For that matter, neither is Patricia here” lovingly stroking the full red hair.

     “Bbb…ut I thought..”

     “But, but, but nothing! You don’t have to be a lesbian to enjoy being orally pleasured, and besides, no one asked you to do anything other than sit back and enjoy. Nevermind Jess, if you don’t want it, then fine. I just thought you might like it is all.”

     Patricia noted the girl seemed visibly relieved to no longer be pressured by the other two girls. She too was relieved. At least part of her was. But the other part, the dark part, which she tried so hard to keep under control, was horribly disappointed to be denied the opportunity to service this girl.