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Our New Toy
Part 04
Nancy and I surprised Patsy the next morning by showing up at her church,
just as she and her parents were about to walk into the sanctuary. We said
'hi' to her parents then sort of rushed her off to set with us. Once we
were seated Nancy whispered in Patsy's ear sending her scooting past me out
of the pew and hurrying down the isle towards the back of the church. She
returned a few minutes later blushing brightly and scooted back past me then
after sitting down held out her hand to Nancy.
Nancy indicated that she should give the wadded up panties she was trying to
conceal in her hand to me. I took her wadded up panties from her and as I
slipped them into my suit coat pocket I leaned my head near her and
whispered in her ear.
"I bet it makes you wet to be naked under your dress in church, doesn't it?"
After a brief hesitation accompanied by a growing red glow on her face she
gave a small nod 'yes'.
Nancy took on the task of enforcing posture rules during the church service
making sure that Patsy held her hands clasped behind her back when we were
standing, or held flat in the small of her back with the palms turned toward
the back of the pew when we were seated. We did not force her to pull the
skirt of her dress up during church, we did not want to attract too much
attention.
Patsy's continued blushing during the service could only have been from
memories of what we made her do the day before, or anticipation of what we
would make her do after church. Once, near the end of the sermon I leaned
close to her and whispered in her ear.
"I hope your not leaving a wet spot on the back of your dress." From the
startled jump, and the embarrassed fearful look on her face I can only guess
that, while the possibility had not occurred to her, she was turned on
enough that she considered it to be a possibility once the thought was
suggested.
On our way through the receiving line to shake hands with the pasture we met
back up with Patsy's parents and got their permission for Patsy to join us
for the little lunch party we had arranged in her honor. 'Sort of a
graduation lunch.' we told them. For some reason Patsy's mother considered
Nancy and I to be good influences on her daughter and encouraged Patsy to
spend time with us.
After shaking the pastor's hand, and complimenting him on his unique
interpretation of several points of theology Nancy and I walked with Patsy
between us out to our car. Patsy urgently whispered that she needed to go
to the ladies restroom, but we kept her walking. I opened the door and
helped first Patsy, then Nancy into the car, then after shutting their door
walked around and climbed into the car. Nancy and I sat facing forward, not
saying a word until Nancy finally got the message and, lifting her butt from
the seat pulled the back of her dress out from under her self, then tucked
her hands behind her back.
Once that was accomplished I backed the car from the parking spot and drove
to the parking lot exit. As I turned into the street I reached down and
lifted the front of Patsy's skirt up around her waist, then adjusted the
rear view mirror to aim at her crotch. Nancy turned and, placing her left
arm around Patsy's shoulders, began to loosen Patsy's dress top.
"Do you really have to go to the bathroom?" I asked Patsy letting my hand
rest on her bare knee.
"Yes Master." she answered with appropriate meekness. I pulled the car into
a small empty parking lot in front of a closed store. I parked in front of
the store parallel to and only a few feet from the front wall. Getting our
of the car, and dragging Patsy behind me, I placed her in between the car
and the store wall.
"Ok,-" I told her. "-lift up your skirt, squat and pee." Her look combined
embarrassment, fear and shock. She looked at the traffic going by.
"But Master..." she started. I stepped forward pretending to be angry.
"Look you stupid little bitch." I began to yell at her. "I'm tired of your
constantly back talking when your told to do something." I held her chin in
my hands and brought my face near hers in a threatening manner. "Now you
squat and pee or I'll pull you over there to the curb and make you hang your
butt over the gutter to pee where all the people driving by will see you."
I turned loose of her chin but remained standing close to her.
"I bet,-" I said in a softer voice. "-that some of those people driving by
would recognize you from church. Now squat and pee." Patsy lifted her
skirt above her waist and squatted between the car and the store wall.
After a minute she looked up at me pleadingly.
"Please Master." She begged. "I can't relax enough to pee here." I stepped
closer so I towered over her, then leaned over like I was talking to a small
child.
"You pee here and now or you're going out to the curb." I waited for about
ten seconds then continued. "Ok, that does it." I said. Just as I reached
for her arm she started peeing. I stood up, adjusted, then stroked my
obviously hard cock through my trousers just and inch from her face.
While this was going on Nancy had retrieved an instant camera from the glove
box and joined us. I stepped aside and Nancy snapped a shot of Patsy, skirt
up above her wait, squatting in the parking lot with a spreading pool of
urine underneath her. The sound of the first shot attracted Patsy's
attention, and the second picture caught her looking directly into the
camera as she peed.
After she was done I held my hand on her shoulder to keep her squatting
then, retrieving her panties from my suite coat pocket leaned over and
patted her dry. By the time I let her stand up her whole body was trembling
with fear, anger and embarrassment. Her tears didn't really start to flow
though until we were back in the car and Nancy handed her the pictures to
look at. She threw the pictures on the floor of the car, leaned forward as
far as she could and, holding her head in her hands sobbed huge body racking
tears the rest of the way to our apartment.
After I parked the car I reached over and put my hand on Patsy's shoulder.
She tried to pull away, but had no place to go.
"Look,-" I said to her in a kind voice. "-what is going to happen to you, is
going to happen. You can either co-operate and make it easy for yourself,
maybe even pleasant. Or you can fight us and make it hard on yourself." I
paused for dramatic effect. "Either way we are going to enjoy it." I gave
her shoulder a friendly squeeze. "Now dry your tears and come inside with
us."
Sniffing, her face red and tear streaked, Patsy got out of the car and
walked between us into our apartment. Once inside the door I pointed out
the large heavy leather dog collar hanging from the hook that we had placed
by the door for her clothes.
"Now,-" I instructed her once again. "-take off all of your clothes, put on
that collar, then join us in the living room." We walked off leaving Patsy
alone in the entrance hall to decide her fate. She could, obviously keep
her clothes on and leave, or she could strip, put on the collar and join us
in the living room.
A few minutes later Patsy, wearing only her new collar, stood in front of us
with her hands behind her head, her legs spread and her eyes looking down at
the floor. I took a moment to look her over. Her nipples were hard and
even though her face was bright red and her body was trembling, her crotch
glistened with her own natural lubricant.
While Patsy stood trembling in front of us Nancy finished putting the first
two photos that she had retrieved from the car floor into a new album
labeled, on the first line "Ancillula" and, under that, "Our New Toy".
"Come here." Nancy ordered, putting the photo album on the coffee table.
Patsy walked over and stood in front of Nancy, her hands still behind her
head, and her feet spread making her self available. Nancy placed one hand
on the back of each of Patsy's knees, then ran her hands up Patsy's thighs
and, squeezing her butt cheeks, pulled Patsy closer to her. I had picked up
the camera and snapped a shot of Nancy with her nose buried in Patsy's pubic
hair.
"I've always wondered what another woman tastes like." Nancy said inhaling
Patsy's odor deeply as she massaged Patsy's butt. "But,-" Nancy continued
releasing her grip on Patsy, "-we have work to do." I left the room to
collect my tools for the next phase.
I returned with a bowl of warm water, a couple of towels, a shaving mug and
a straight razor. My grandfather had been an old fashioned barber and
taught me to use a straight razor when I was just a kid. I put a piece of
plastic down on the seat of my chair, then covered it with a towel.
"Sit here." I ordered Patsy after the chair was covered. "Sit on the edge."
I corrected her. "Now lean back and hook your knees up on the arms." She
hesitated only momentarily then followed my order. I took a long red silk
cord and, after looping it around her right knee, brought it around the back
of the chair. Then after looping it around her left knee, secured it with a
couple of half hitches.
"Raise your arms over your head." I instructed her moving behind the chair.
I folded my second red silk cord in half then larks-headed her wrists
together with it. The other ends I tied to the cord holding her knees.
Now, if she tried to pull her arms down she'd pull her legs further apart.
If she tried to close her legs she'd pull her arms.
When I finished Nancy and I just stood and looked for a couple of minutes.
Patsy had been naked in front of us, but never this open and vulnerable
before. Patsy's body was trembling even worse than before, and her face
showed both humiliation and lust. Nancy moved in close with the camera for
a 'before' shot of Patsy's crotch, then stepped back for an over-all shot.
"Look at me." Nancy ordered before she snapped the picture. I moved the
table holding my equipment over beside the chair then, after moving the
bowel of hot water to the floor in front of the chair, sat down on a foot
stool in front of Patsy's wide open crotch. Nancy abandoned the still
camera and picked up a video camera to record the details. I took a warm
wet towel and draped it over her pubic hair. Then, after dipping the saving
brush in the bowel of water, began to whip up lather in the shaving mug.
When the lather was ready I removed the warm towel and used the brush to
work the foam into her pubic hair. When I was satisfied with the lathering
of Patsy's pubic bush I picked up the straight razor and held it up for her
to see.
"If I were you." I warned her. "I would exercise every ounce of self control
and set very, very still. I wouldn't want to accidentally perform a
clitorotomy while I'm down there." Patsy was breathing hard and her face
was flush with embarrassment and excitement as my straight razor scraped its
first swath of pubic hair from her body.
Low moans began to escape from Patsy's throat as I manipulated her body
parts to remove the last of her hair from her crotch. I wiped her down with
a damp cloth to remove the remnants of lather and hair, then ran my hands
over her crotch. I could feel her dampness, and the heat radiating from her
as I moved my hands. Once the razor was put down Patsy began to move her
hips pushing herself against my hand for additional stimulation. I was
awarded with a moan of despair when I pulled my hand away. I sat back on
the stool and admired her now naked crotch.
"Please." She begged softly undulating her hips invitingly. I could see the
need in her eyes. I was tempted to get on my knees and take her right then
and there, but it wasn't part of our master plan. She would be on edge for
a long time to come before her need would finally be met. Nancy moved in
with the still camera for a close up 'after' shot. I removed my shaving
tools, and Nancy left the room to get Patsy's costume for the day.
When she returned we untied Patsy and, standing her up in the middle of the
room began to dress her. The first item of clothing we put on her was a
crotch-less corset with a built in bra that lifted the breasts and displayed
them like they were laid out on a table. Her nipples just peaked over the
top edge of the corset.
Next the obligatory fish-net 'slut' stockings and six inch spike heels.
Last a small white apron with a white collar, white cuffs on her wrists and
a small white hat finished off her new 'French maid' uniform. We stood her
in front of a mirror and watched to see if the red face, tears, or crinkled
nipples would win out as the first reaction to seeing herself dressed this
way. It was a three way tie.
The crotch-less corset and the black fish-net stockings nicely high-lighted
her newly shaved crotch. Just as the full impact of her new look sunk in
the door bell rang.
"Answer the door." I ordered slapping Patsy on her naked butt. "Don't make
our guests wait." Patsy looked at me with pure shock. She could not
believe that she was expected to answer the door dressed in this fashion.
"Go." I said giving her a shove toward the door.