Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 18

Universe: SM, Her New Name

Summary: A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty experiences.

Keywords: FF, exhibition, humil, FF/F d/s

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 18

(FF, exhibition, humil, FF/F d/s)

By SM

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From Part 17: “Uhm . . . that last picture. You seem to be into kinky sex, bondage and that sort of thing. Are you a submissive?”

“Yes, but, I don’t want any guys to Dom me, unless it’s a Master/Mistress couple. I don’t mind a fucking a hard cock once and awhile, but I really want a Mistress. It’s hard to whip yourself hard enough to really make it hurt.”

“Oh? That’s interesting.”

“I hope I’m not offending you.”

“No, not at all. I enjoy bondage and kinky sex myself. And I have a woman who is my Mistress and lover at the moment. I’ve just never tried to whip myself, since my Mistress always takes care of me like that.”

Kari and Stacy finally made it in to work several hours late, so they had to scramble some to make up for it, so Silvia and the rest of the staff wouldn’t think twice about their late arrival. That made the shift go pretty quickly.

The one unusual thing that happened was that as Kari came out of the book shelves into one of the table areas, she happened to look across and see a young blonde girl sitting with her legs spread wide open under the table—and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing any panties and she had thrust a finger inside her pussy. Not only that, but there was an older man sitting across from her on another table, watching her intently, obviously enjoying the view. A light brown-haired woman was sitting at the end of the table with her who by her facial features looked like she could have been her mother, and who was smiling at the older man. Kari kept moving as though she hadn’t seen anything, but she went over to her desk, and got something out of the drawer, then went back into the shelves where she could look out at them through the space above the books.

The woman had gone over to talk with the man, and the young girl, who looked like she was only about 16 or so was still fingering herself. She had fixed her hair in pigtails and dressed in a plaid checkered jumper that looked like a school uniform, although Kari wasn’t aware of any of the nearby schools who had that particular uniform. It occurred to Kari that she might have just dressed to look young, like she had herself had that time she’d gone to the nude bar. Obviously, the older woman was in on it, whatever they were trying to do, as she could clearly see the young girl’s exhibition, and in fact, she seemed rather blushed which might have been from being aroused. She talked with the man for a bit, and then all three of them got up and headed outside the door.

Kari’s curiosity had reached its peak, so she waited for a little while and then told the girl covering the desk that she was going to her car but would be right back, and went outside. As she went over to her car, she could see the three of them sitting at the table that was over on the corner of the library lawn where staff people would sometimes eat their lunch when the weather was nice. The young girl was sitting on the man’s lap and he had his hand under her very short skirt, obviously fondling her. The woman was sitting across from him, smiling and chatting with him as though nothing unusual was happening.

Kari got her a book out of her car, so it’s looked like she’d had a reason to be out there, and then went back inside, wondering about what she’d seen. She couldn’t think of any way of getting close enough to listen to them out there at the table at the far corner of the lawn, so she just shrugged and went on with her duties.

Several hours later, the woman and the young girl came back in and went back to the table where they had been before, and picked up several of the books that were lying there, and went to the check-out, where Kari happened to be working for awhile to give one of the other employees a break to eat. She took note of their names from their library cards, checked out their books and let them go on their way. But, as soon as they had gone outside the library door, Kari pulled up their information.

She was surprised to find that the young-looking girl, whose name was Patricia Swede, was actually 18 years old according to the information on her library card. The woman almost had to be her mother, since her name was Pamela Swede, and she was 46 years old not to mention that they had the same address. Knowing that made Kari even more curious and she wrote down their address, including their email, even though she didn’t really know what she could do with that information.

The rest of the shift was uneventful, and Kari and Stacy went home that evening feeling a bit tired. Jacquie called Stacy on her cell phone when they were in the car, so she plopped down on the armchair and talked with her while Kari went to change out of her work clothes. She got herself and Stacy a glass of white zinfandel wine (which they’d restocked), and handed Stacy her glass just as she was saying, “Ok, my slave. Yes, you can fuck your own ass with the largest vibrator you have until you cum. Then, wear the alligator nipple clamps for 20 minutes. No, you can’t wear them longer than that. I don’t want you to damage your tits. And then you use the vibe to fuck your cunt at least 10 times every 15 minutes until you go to bed, but you can’t cum until I say so . . . maybe tomorrow morning. Text me about your progress, but don’t call me until tomorrow. Yes, my slave, Mistress Kari and I do own you totally.”

When she finally hung up, Kari told her about the young blonde and her mother and the older guy.

“Really? He was fingering her right out there in plain sight? And her mom was watching?”

“That’s what it looked like to me.” Then she told about finding out their names.

“Patricia Swede? You mean, Patty Swede?”

“That’s what the record showed. I don’t know about her nicknames.”

“Well, if it’s who I think it is, they used to call her ‘Patty Pussy’ because she used to always walk around naked in the locker room both before and after gym, and play with her pussy right in front of everybody. She would never cover up, even with the man doctor came in to do the physicals every year. All the girls voted her—unofficially—to be “most likely to succeed as a whore” when they were doing all that ‘most likely to succeed’ stuff. I heard someone even posted it on the poster board in the main hallway, but that was after I had quit school. They used to call her ‘PP’ right to her face. ”

“Really? She was in your class? And, she would finger herself right in front of all of you?”

“Yeah, all the time. In the shower stalls after gym, she would frig herself off and lick her fingers, and when some of the more lezzy gals would go in with her and play with her ass and cunt, she’d just spread her legs and moan. I heard they used to catch her after school and strip her naked and fuck her with any ol’ stick they could find from the wood shop building, and sometimes the guys would gangbang her. I heard that she got called into the principal’s office for exposing herself in the classroom, but her mom worked there as a secretary, so the rumor was that her mom just told the principal to strip her, whip her ass and fuck her to teach her a lesson. But, I never saw any of that, just heard it from the gossipy ones. I just saw her fingering herself in front of all of us, and the lezzy stuff in the shower, is all. Her mom was rather weird, though, that part I know.”

Kari was remembering her days of “P.E.” back when she had been in school, and Stacy’s description made her very horny, thinking about the fantasies she had about doing things like that even back those many years ago. She remembered that she’d often thought about actually just stripping off and walking down the hallway of her high school, hoping one of the teachers or staff would catch her and then take her to be humiliated in front of the superintendent—and then they would have called her parents in. Of course, they would have acted shocked, saying stuff like “I’ve never HEARD of such a thing, such behavior!” even though her Dad once read a news article to her about a young girl doing something like that, and then he’d jerked off on her face, saying it would be just the kind of thing that Kari would do one day, and she got the idea that he hoped she would. But, she never did it because she knew her mom would probably hire someone to kill her. Her mom wouldn’t have done it herself, but being the sociopath she was, she would have hired someone else to carry out the deed and then would have made Channel 9 news, showing her shocked and tear-lined face as she talked about how loving her Christian family was.

“So, how well did you know her? Does she know who you are?”

“Yes, she knows. She saw me shelving books, and just nodded at me and went on. I never played around with her at school, so I suppose she thinks I’m straight instead of bi, if I were to guess. So, she just went on to do whatever her mom had planned, I guess.”

“You think her mom had planned it?”

“Well, from what you told me, it sounded like her mom was pimping her out to old men. She’s pervert bait. Didn’t it look like that to you? Dressing like she was 14 or something?”

Kari thought about it some more. “Well, that could be one explanation for what I saw, yes.”

“Her mom probably gets off on watching her daughter getting fucked by an old man that she saw in the library.”

Kari couldn’t argue with that.

Stacy’s cell phone rang again. “It’s Jane. Should I skip it or should I talk to her—Lover Doll of my dreams?” she smiled warmly in Kari’s direction.

Kari took a drink of her white zin. “Yeah, go ahead, see how she is and what she wants.”

“She probably wants to lust about your body and go to bed with you, since she has a crush on you,” Stacy said, and then she answered the call too quickly for Kari to reply.

“Hi, there. How are you?” Then she touched the speaker-phone button, so Kari could hear.”

“Hello, Mistress Stacy. I am doing very well, thank you for asking. I’m just home from work, so I just barely sat down.”

“What kind of work do you do, anyway? I don’t think you mentioned that last night.”

“I’m in sales at a JCPennys department store. The only thing that keeps me there is that part of the area I am responsible for includes women’s lingerie, and I get to check out people who look like they are going to have a lot of fun with it. Of course, that’s probably only my imagination, but it keeps me going through the long days.”

“So, what kind of things do you imagine?”

“Well, I’ll be happy to tell you all about those fantasies, but may I get undressed for you, Mistress Stacy? I called you as soon as I walked in the door, so I haven’t even poured myself a drink or anything. Or do you have any other commands? I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Sure. Go get undressed, and get yourself a drink . . . by the way, what do you usually drink when you get home?”

“I like martini’s sometimes, or wine if it’s cold, like burgundy, or sometimes I drink Scotch. That’s about it, really.”

“Ok, and w--uh, I mean, I know you like your tits tied, so put clothespins on your nipples and put your biggest vibrator in your ass and turn it on low, and then put that 3-inch dildo in your cunt. Then call me back. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Stacy. I’ll call you in a few minutes, thank you. ‘Bye for now.”

“Bye.”

Kari looked at her and sipped her wine, and Stacy did the same. “Lover Doll, we’re popular.”

“Or, too popular. At this rate, everyone in the whole state will know about me.”

“She doesn’t even know you are involved at all.”

“Not yet, but if what you say is true, then she’ll be asking you to help her talk with me, since you ‘already know her’.” She sounded disgusted, and Stacy obviously picked up that.

“What’s wrong with that, Lover Doll?” Stacy said and then she typed out a text message on her phone, got a fairly quick text reply, and then put her phone on the table and got down on the floor and hugged Kari around her waist, laying her head on her lap.

“What was that all about?”

“I just sent a message to Jane that something urgent came up, so I’d talk with her tomorrow instead. She replied with ‘thanks for letting me know, good night, Mistress.’ But, back to where we were, what’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t know. It’s just hard to adjust to all this, you know? I used to just go to church and to the library and didn’t even drink wine or fuck everybody in sight or have any sexual partners. Now, it seems I have hundreds of them.” She took another drink of wine.

“Naw. Not hundreds.”

“Right. So, when one of the guys who jerked off on my face in the bukkake party at the nude bar shows up at the library and asks me to suck him off, then I’m supposed to just say to myself that he was maybe number 6 out of the first hundred? I only know how many young college men and women used my body for a gangbang and target practice because there’s a video on the fucking internet for anyone who wants to watch it. I don’t even know how many men fucked me at the ‘Poke Her’ party, either,” Kari said in a rather heated voice.

“Ok. I’m sorry. I understand, or at least, I’m trying to understand. Are you angry with me? I didn’t make any of that happen, Lover Doll. I just talked to her because you were curious about her when you found her panties. And that’s the same for Patty Pussy and her mom, too. I haven’t called them, after all. I can just cut everyone else off and stop talking with them, even Jacquie, too. I love you more than life itself, and I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

Kari sighed, and reached out and began stroking Stacy’s hair.

“No, I’m sorry, Angel Eyes. You didn’t make me angry. I’m just tired—no, that’s not it either. I think it’s that whole thing about Patty Swede’s mom pimping out her daughter to any old men she could find in the library. It just upset me, that’s all. It’s too close to my own issues, probably, or something like that and I don’t even know why myself. I probably need a good spanking, starting to feel bitchy. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t take it out on you,” and she ran her fingers through Stacy’s hair and then hugged her head.

“It upsets you that her mom pimps her out?” Stacy’s muffled voice came from under her arms.

“Yeah. Probably. I think so.”

“Why? Would you rather she went out and got beat up and raped in the downtown street hooking thing? I don’t understand.”

“Well, . . . ” Kari started, and then stopped.

“Yeah, fucktoy,” her slutself kicked in. “What are you bitchin’ about now? You would have killed to have a mother who pimped you out many years ago, and in fact, in recent years, as well.”

“I had one. My Mom pimped me out to my dad. She just did it behind the scenes, so she’d never get caught. And I’m still angry about how she used me.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t make any money from giving your dad blowjobs, or from him fingering your cunt and nobody got to see you as a whore. So, this Patty Pussy girl gets to fuck old men and expose her pussy in public places like the library and you think her mom is making money from it . . . oh, wait . . . Ah . . . I get it . . . you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Me? Jealous?”

“Sure, I get it now. Like I said before, you would have killed to have a mother who pimped you out, and you’d love to become the sexy librarian stripper, too, and you might get to dance naked on the tables in the library and let all the old lechers finger your pussy. You’d be auctioning off your cunt soaked panties to the highest bidder.”

“uhm . . . uh . . . no . . . uhm . . . “

“You are terrible at lying, bimbo brunette librarian slut face.”

“Bimbo brunette librarian slut face?”

“What part of that would you disagree with?”

“Ok, I give in.”

“I was willing to exchange ‘face’ with ‘whore’ though. As in, ‘bimbo brunette librarian slut whore’. It flows better that way, I think.”

“I said, ok, I give in.”

“Or I could exchange ‘face’ with ‘cunt’.”

“Shut the fuck up. I give in totally, I said.”

“Yes, ma’am, bimbo brunette librarian slut face.”

“Whore.”

“Oh, sorry. Yes, ma’am bimbo brunette librarian slut face cunt whore.”

“You’re impossible.”

“We are, yes—you are me, and me is you, after all.”

“Ok, ok, ok.”

“We’d never make it as a couple, except we’re not a couple, you’re still you, and I’m still me and we’re both “Me”—the Slutty Princess and the Religious Whore, both in one packaged body. It’s fun, though”

“Thanks. Makes my day.”

“Glad to help . . . anytime . . . really.”

“Well, no. I’m sorry. At the moment, though, her mom is pimping her out to any old man she can find, and she’s decided that the library is a good place to find old men. What kind of mom would do such a thing?”

“I can answer that part,” Stacy said, lifting her head and reaching to pull Kari’s open hand against her cheek, taking time to kiss her fingers. “A mom who’s an addict or an alcoholic. It’s the only way to pay the rent and buy food and pay for the drugs, when you’d rather be drunk or high all the time. I think I was lucky, because my mom was only a drunk. I know of a couple of girls whose moms were heroin addicts, and they had it a lot worse than I did. I don’t even know where they are now, and they may not even be still alive. Heroin addicts would sell their soul for the next fix, and that would include selling their daughters into lifelong slavery to a serial killer without regret—until they go cold turkey and came out of it. If they made it out, they cry for weeks, thinking they were the worst parent in all of history, but it’s too late by then.”

“So, you think that this Pamela woman is a heroin addict?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe meth, but more likely heroin, the way she’s acting. Heroin addicts can keep a job, crack addicts will do anything but get fired the day after they get paid the first time they get caught . . . meth addicts . . . sort of in-between,” she said, holding her hand out and wiggling it uncertainly. “Usually, they’re more like the crack addicts, but most often they turn to cooking meth instead of hooking or work, since the money is easy, and you don’t have to be connected to a dealer to get the stuff to cook meth, although you do have to be connected to deal heroin.”

“So, is Patty an addict, too? If her mom is a heroin addict?”

“Yeah, I’m almost sure of that, although I don’t know what drug she’s into. I’ve seen her when she was higher than a kite, even at school. I think the science teacher knew it too, and fucked her after school.”

“He fucked her because he knew she was high because he thought nobody would believe her if she told on him?”

“She. The science teacher was a woman, and I thought all along she was a lesbian.”

“Oh.” Kari shook her head, and then just had another sip of her wine. All this was way too confusing.

“Maybe we should talk with Wendy about it. She’s got resources that we couldn’t even dream of.”

“Do you know something, Angel Eyes?”

“What?”

“That is one of the best suggestions that I’ve heard in a long time. Well, that’s not exactly true. You seem to have many very good suggestions, Baby Doll.”

“Baby doll? . . . you’ve never called me that before, but . . . I think I like it even better than Angel Eyes.”

“Ah . . . it’s what my ex-husband used to call me. It just came out unexpected-like, just now.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Well, I liked it when he did call me that . . . and I’ve even dreamed about it. So, I’d say that would be in the ‘good’ category.”

“Works for me, Lover Doll!”

“Oh, hush and just hold me, Baby Doll.”

“Yes, Mistress. I love you so much, just so you know, I mean.”

“I know, and I love you, too. It’s just so good to when I’m with you. And I like your boobs.”

“Right. Just my boobs.”

They both laughed and rubbed each other and snuggled and kissed, and when they finished rubbing and kissing and all that, they barely made it to the bed, where they covered up and slept in each other’s arms.

The next day, Stacy decided to stay home and catch up on the house, so Kari went to the library by herself. She was wearing a medium length navy blue skirt and a flowery blouse, a regular bra, and French cut panties underneath. The morning went by slowly as there weren’t very many library patrons using the library, until Kari noticed a man come in and look around. He saw her and smiled.

“Ah, there you are.” He looked around and saw only one other patron there, an elderly man reading the U.S. News and World Report way back by the window.

“Can I help you?”

“As a matter of fact, you can. Come with me, please. Let’s go back over here,” he said, and she followed him back to the corner where the lesbian literature shelf was. But, he didn’t seem to be looking for anything on the shelves. He turned around and came up pretty close to Kari. He seemed to be about 40 years old or so, and was dressed casually.

“I’ve been looking all over town for you—all the libraries, that is,” he said very softly, almost whispering.

“For me? I don’t understand,” Kari said, also softly.

“Some weeks ago, I was at the nude bar on Vernon Street and I saw you naked there. In fact, I got to be one of the guys who jerked off on your face.”

Kari blushed bright red. Then she remembered her comment to Stacy about someone showing up from there.

“Uhm . . . how did you find me?”

“I overhead some of the dancers talking about you, saying you were a real librarian. So, I’ve been going around to the libraries and looking for you. And now I’ve found you.”

“Uhm . . . what is it that you want, looking so hard for me?”

“Well, for one thing, I wanted to see if it was true—that you are a real librarian.” He reached up and put his hand on her shoulder. She blushed again, and sort of pulled back, but her shoulder bumped up against the bookshelf.

“Yes, I’m <ahem> . . . I’m a real librarian,” she croaked, her throat suddenly feeling dry.

“I can see that. And you’re just as sexy in clothes as you are naked.” He reached up with his other hand and she turned away from him. She realized, though, that she wasn’t really scared, just embarrassed, and her pussy was very wet.

“I’m working, so I really shouldn’t be . . . “

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you of anything. I just want to touch you, is all.” He came up behind her and kissed her neck which made her shiver with excitement. His hands began to slide all over her body, touching her breasts, and down to her thighs. She could feel his hard cock inside his trousers against her ass through the cloth. Then he started gathering her skirt and pulling it up.

“No, please. I’m working and I’m on duty,” she said as she reached down to grab his wrists weakly.

“I just want to feel that wet pussy of yours that I saw that night at the club. That’s all,” he said softly and he continued to gather her skirt up until it was out of his way. She still had hold of his wrists, but she wasn’t really stopping him, feeling powerless and in his control. One of his hands reached down and rubbed the front of her panties, which brought out a very quiet moan from her throat. She knew that her panties were already soaked, and she blushed, knowing that he knew it now, as well. His fingers walked down between her legs, and she unconsciously opened her legs to give him access.

“That’s it, . . . that’s it,” he said softly in her ear. “You like this don’t you? Being felt up like a slut?”

She closed her eyes and nodded, her breathing beginning to be short and rapid. His fingers began to feel for the edge of her panties, and then he pulled them aside, so her pussy was uncovered, and she could smell her own sex as her body took over.

“I’m like a wanton whore,” she thought to herself, wanting him to keep going.

“Yup. Like a dream come true,” her slutself added.

“Take over,” Kari said. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Enjoy the ride.”

Before she knew it, his fingers had started playing with her pussy lips, and he slipped them inside her cunt. She bit her lip to keep from making too much noise. After exploring a bit, he started thrusting his fingers in and out of her cunt.

“Why don’t you just cum for me? That will be a great start for future episodes.”

The thought of him coming back in to play with her body made a rush of blood come to her face again, and it put her over the edge into a climax, squeezing his fingers with her thighs and cunt muscles. It was a different kind of orgasm than she was used to having, very intense, very intimate, all the while the back of her mind screamed that they could easily get caught. That added to the intensity, she realized the risk that they might get caught.

She was panting a bit after her orgasm, and he took his fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her lips. She automatically opened her mouth and sucked his fingers in and licked them clean. Then he let her dress back down and turned her around.

“Now, see that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t,” she replied. He looked at her with lust still in his eyes.

“Next time, I’ll want you to take care of me, too,” he said with a wink. “But, I’ll be going. Thanks for the fun!”

“Wait!” she said, trying to say it quietly, as he turned to walk away. “At least tell me your name.”

“Mason,” and he walked down to the end of the shelf and disappeared around the corner. She heard the door open and close and then there was silence.

She came out back out to her desk, noticing that the elderly man was still reading by the window, apparently oblivious to the events in the corner of the library. She felt a bit stunned by it—totally out of the blue, a stranger had come into the library and finger fucked her to orgasm in public. How embarrassing, and how slutty! Her pussy tingled just thinking about it

The rest of the shift was uneventful, and Kari thought about that extraordinary event as she drove home. Stacy was going to love this one, she thought to herself.

“You mean he just walked in and took you to the back corner and finger-fucked you?” Stacy said after Kari told her what happened.

“It took it little longer than that, because he took his time getting me under his control, but otherwise, that’s about the size of it. I told you one of those guys was going to show up one of these days!” Kari said. “I hate to admit it, but it turned me on. I’m still horny from it.” Stacy was sitting on the floor between her legs

Stacy grinned. “So, maybe I need to examine your pussy very closely to make sure he didn’t damage you any . . . like maybe with my tongue,” she said slyly. Kari grinned back, so Stacy took that as a go-ahead, so she slid Kari’s skirt back, while Kari scooted down to the edge of the chair. Stacy took her time checking both inside and outside, bringing Kari to several another orgasms quite easily.

“Nope. Can’t find anything damaged,” she said grinning.

“Now I’ll be anxiously awaiting his return visit. He said next time he’d want me to take care of him, too, so that probably means he’ll make me suck him off.”

“Unless he wants to fuck you.”

“In the library during when I’m working? Where could we do that without getting caught?”

“I don’t know. I’m just sayin’ that he might want that.”

Stacy’s phone rang, so Kari went to get changed and get them both a glass of wine. She came back and found Stacy talking again with Jane.

“Yeah, so you’re naked and have your vibrator going, do you, slave?” Stacy was asking. “Good, so pump your cunt 10 times for me, and count them.”

Just then, Kari’s cell phone rang. It was Jacquie.

“Hello, Mistress Kari. I hope I’m calling at a convenient time.”

“Yeah, this is fine. I’ll just have to get up and go get supper in a little while.”

“I could pick some dinner up for you and bring it over. Would you like that?”

“Well, yes, as a matter of fact. I really don’t feel like cooking tonight.”

“What would you like me to bring?”

“Hang on and let me talk with Stacy.” After a quick discussion, they decided pizza would be good, so she passed that on to Jacquie, telling her they wanted Canadian bacon, double-cheese pan pizza.

“Very good, Mistress. I’ll be there as soon as they give me the pizza.”

Stacy went on talking with Jane for awhile, making her cum several times. She asked for some pictures of her naked with the vibe in her cunt, so Jane hung up to take them and email them.

By the time the pizza arrived, both Stacy and Kari were a bit tipsy from drinking on an empty stomach. Jacquie drove up and brought in two large pizzas, and another fairly large sack. She took off her outer dress which she’d worn to pick up the pizza, and underneath she was wearing an extremely short light pink mini-skirt showing a pink g-string underneath and a top that barely covered her tits, and didn’t cover her stomach at all, and her hair was done up in pigtails. She looked like a cheerleader, except for her face looking older. Then she reached in and got her collar, and asked Stacy if she wouldn’t mind putting it on her. Stacy buckled it on and clipped the leash to it, and Jacquie got down on all fours.

Stacy and Kari had started in on the pizza, because they were hungry by that time.

“Your fucking lezzy cunt whore brought Mistress Kari her gift of sexy panties, as well as some of the money which she will pay her Mistresses for owning and punishing her.” Stacy looked into the sack and got out another set of panties for Kari, and then looked a bit stunned at the stack of money in the bottom.

“How much is in there?”

“$20,000, Mistress. Your fucking lezzy cunt whore went and talked with an attorney about filing for divorce and she advised not to take out more than that per week, so as not to alarm husband until her accounts can be frozen. Your fucking lezzy cunt whore will bring that much each week until she pays what she owes to her Mistresses.”

“So, you filed for divorce, did you? And, by the way, your name is getting tedious, so from now on until we tell you different, your name is ‘cuntwhore’.”

“Yes, Mistress. And yes, cuntwhore filed for divorce, but husband hasn’t been served with the papers yet, so please don’t tell anyone.” Then Jacquie crawled over and laid down by the back door.

“Do you want some of this pizza, my slave?” Stacy asked her.

“cuntwhore would like some, yes, Mistress, but she was hoping you’d take her out to the dog house. If you want to bring out the pizza and throw it in the dirt, cuntwhore would love to eat it there, like the bitch she is.”

“Ah, yes. You’ve been wanting to see the dog house, haven’t you?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.” Stacy got up and took a slice of pizza and grabbed her leash, opening the back door. Kari was curious about Jacquie, wondering how far she was going to take this, so she took another drink of wine and followed them out into the backyard.

Stacy took her out to the back fence to the old dog house, which still looked intact, although much weathered. Jacquie crawled all the way, her mini-skirt hiding almost nothing, so the string going down between her ass cheeks was the only thing between Kari and her pussy. Her pussy was swollen and wet, evidence of Jacquie’s arousal from the humiliation.

Stacy found the chain which had been used to clip the dog that had been there before, and clipped it to Jacquie’s collar, and unhooked her leash. Jacquie smiled and crawled into the dog house, and turned around and laid down facing out toward them. The half-shirt had dragged in the dirt, but she looked rather content. Stacy tossed the pizza in front of her in the dirt, and she leaned down and grabbed it with her teeth, getting dirt all over her face in the process.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Ok, then, we’ll leave you out here for awhile.”

“Thank you, Mistress. Cuntwhore would like that. Cuntwhore will dream about a stray dog coming by to breed her, hopefully. And if her Mistress would like to come out and whip her with the chain and kick her, they will be welcome.”

When Stacy and Kari got back inside, Kari said, “Well, she seems quite serious about all of it. It’s hard for me to imagine that she’s the same Jacquie that used to be such a snob in church.”

“Well, I didn’t really see her there but that one time, so I don’t know, but I can understand what you mean. She has completely broken out of her previous way of thinking, that seems clear.”

“Speaking of breaking loose, I was thinking that I need a good spanking, so I want to either go to the nude bar again, or call Joe to come over.”

“Ooooooo . . . can I got with you? To the nude bar, I mean? But, if you want to ask Joe to come over, I’ll go stay in a hotel. At least we have plenty of money.”

“I don’t think you’re old enough to go into a nude bar.”

“Not to worry. I have an ID that says I’m 21.”

“Where did you get that?”

“One of mom’s old boyfriends was making them and selling them. He said he’d make me one if I sucked him off and let him fuck me in the ass. Since he was going to do that anyway, I thought I’d get something out of it. It looks totally real, just like a Texas driver’s license.”

“But if a cop swipes it in one of their little machines, they would catch it.”

“Yeah, but I only use it to get into age 21 places. In fact, I’ve only used it once to get into a bar with mom and her boyfriend, and the guy at the door didn’t give it a second look.”

“Well, ok. Let’s go there tomorrow night. In the meantime, let’s call Wendy about Patty Pussy and all that.”

“Okey dokey, Lover Doll.”

“So, what was it that you wanted to do about all that,” Wendy asked, after Kari told about Patty and her mom and the old man.

“Well, first off, I want to know if that’s what they are doing, and if her mom is an addict that’s pimping her daughter and forcing her to be a whore to pay for it. I don’t know what I’m going to do about them using the library to find old men, but I need to know that before I do anything. And, if she’s being forced into it, I’d like to help her get out from under her mom.”

“Ok. I’ll find out for you. It might take me a few days, but I have several private detectives on my payroll because I use them for other things, so I can find that out.”

“Thank you, Wendy. You’re the best.”

“Well, I agree with you. I don’t want her to have to whore for her mom if she’s being forced to, so I think it’s a good cause.”

“Thank you.”

Awhile later, they turned on the light in the back yard and went out to the doghouse to check on Jacquie. She had fallen asleep, her face all covered with dirt and pizza sauce as well as her half-shirt. She seemed quite at peace, so Kari almost didn’t wake her.

“Jacquie? Hey, wake up!” and she nudged her with her toe. Jacquie looked up and got up on her hands and knees.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“It’s getting late, so maybe you should go home.”

“Mistress? May your cuntwhore stay the night here, please?”

“Out here?”

“Yes, Mistress. It’s quite peaceful and feels like home.” Kari knew that the nights had still been pretty warm, even though the summer was winding down.

“You’re sure about this?”

“Yes, Mistress. Cuntwhore would only ask for some water in her dog-dish, please, if that’s not too much to ask.”

“That’s fine,” Kari grabbed the water dish and went to the faucet on the side of the house. It looked pretty grimy, but she rinsed it out the best she could, and then filled it and brought it back.

“And, Mistress Kari?”

“Yes?”

“May cuntwhore spank her bitch cunt and cum, please?”

“Yes, you may. Now, you’re sure you want to stay outside all night?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, if you get too cold or change your mind, the back door will be unlocked.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” And so Stacy and Kari went back inside and went to bed. It had been a long and rather eventful day, so they snuggled up and slept in each other’s arms.

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