Our New Toy
Part 11
by
Norm DePloom
All three of us remained draped over our chairs for several minutes
while we caught our breath. I was the first to move, pulling my phone from the
clip on my belt around my ankles. I speed dialed my favorite Chinese restaurant
and ordered food to be delivered.
"Ancillula," 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?"
