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From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
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Subject: Story: Nancy's Panty Slave 3/3 (TG, femdom)
Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:25:27 -0500
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Ronnie looked at me, dumbfounded. He knew what was on the line.
He opened the door and entered the Mall.

I had Ronnie walk three steps in front of me as I coached him on
his walking and his demeanor. All eyes were upon him as he
sashayed on the teetering spike heels, trying vainly to keep his
skirt down. He was clearly very uptight.

As luck would have it, no sooner did Ronnie turn the corner than
two young girls of perhaps nineteen or twenty happened by in the
opposite direction. I recognized them secretaries from his
company, and so did Ronnie. Ronnie looked over his shoulder at me
and held his breath.

The two girls looked Ronnie up and down, then made full eye
contact with him. For a moment I was afraid they'd "made" him.
Ronnie looked terrified; I thought he might lose it and give
himself away. Fortunately, he kept his cool.

They walked by without any recognition as one gum-snapping bimbo
said to the other, "dressin' like dat inna Mall. Whatta hoo-ah!"
Ronnie smiled, the danger was clearly past since these girls knew
him pretty well at work.

Having passed that test, Ronnie became much more confident. He
sashayed and wiggled his tight little butt for me, and even began
enjoying the crude catcalls of the guido boys hanging out at the
Orange Julius.

We went into the lingerie shop, where the girls there were
totally surprised but delighted when I told them. They could
scarcely believe the girl with me had been the gentleman who'd
been with me the last time I was there. Ronnie smiled and even
blushed a little as the salesgirls complimented him how pretty
and convincing he was.

As a reward to Ronnie for "breaking the barrier," I picked out
lots of luscious new lingerie for him! I started fishing bras,
panties, camisoles, teddies, slips and garter belts off the racks
and handed them to my little sissy.

After ringing up nearly $1000. worth of lacy unmentionables, we
were ready to leave. One of the salesgirls approached me and told
me she was training her husband as a TV slave, and could I give
her some pointers. I took her number and told her I'd invite her
over to the apartment soon.

Ronnie was delighted with all the attention and compliments he
received as I marched him from store to store, buying him dress-
es, shoes, makeup and lots of luscious undies. By the end of the
afternoon we could hardly fit all our purchases into the car.
We'd gone through several thousand dollars, but it was well worth
it. Ronnie now had a wardrobe for his new role as a woman in the
"outside world."

Weekends are always hectic around the apartment as I do a lot of
entertaining. I invited various friends and selective business
associates to come for dinner and merriment. For most women this
would be a bother but it's really very easy when you have a slave
to do all the work! This way I have time to be a gracious hostess.
 Usually I only invite my women friends to these affairs so
we can have female bonding and "girl talk."

Most of the times I have either "afternoon teas" with three or
four close friends or larger dinner parties of eight. Naturally,
Ronnie is expected to make my guests feel right at home. He has
instructions that whenever a woman is a guest in the apartment,
he is to serve as her slave and obey her as he would his Mis-
tress. That is, of course, unless our orders are conflicting. He
is to extend himself completely for the pleasure and amusement of
my guests!

I have an afternoon tea and sissy Ronnie greets the ladies at the
door dressed in his little black and white Daytime uniform. He
greets the ladies with a little curtsey and takes their coats.
Then he will show them inside.

We relax and chat while Ronnie brings us finger sandwiches and
tea. It is so pleasant and relaxing sitting around and catching
up on the latest gossip while Ronnie waits on us hand and foot.
When he is not actually getting things from the kitchen Ronnie
will kneel in the corner. Usually he doesn't do this very long as
we keep him hopping.

Charlotte, Risa and Kimberly are having tea with me today.
Charlotte is a professional dominatrix who was very helpful to me
in training Ronnie. When I began I knew virtually nothing about
it, though that seems so unlikely to me now. Kimberly and Risa
are clients of mine from work, Risa has visited us many times but
Kimberly is here for the first time.

Whenever I have new guests I enjoy showing how I have absolute
power over my slave. I stand before my guests and Ronnie kneels
before me. "Lick my shoes slave," I hiss at him and he eagerly
begins lapping at the toe of my black patent pumps.

Then when I get bored with that I turn around and order, "now
slave, my ass needs licking. Get to work!" Ronnie quickly pulls
down my panties. He buries his face between my buttocks and
begins darting his tongue in and out of my little pink hole.
Kimberly laughs, "So obedient, Nancy. I wish I could control my
husband like that!"

"Wait," I smile. "You haven't seen anything yet!" Then I dangle a
nice damp pair of panties in Ronnie's face as he kneels whimper-
ing before me. "Does Ronnie want to lick Mistress' filthy pant-
ies. Speak up slut, tell my friends how much you want it!"

"Oh yes Mistress," he blubbers. Ronnie knows this is his cue to
recite.

"Yes Mistress, I want to lick your panties clean. I want to lap
your delicious vaginal secretions and suck your luscious piss out
of them. I want to lick every last bit of your lovely shit
streaks and period stains out of them Mistress! I know I am just
a perverted little sissy maid and completely unworthy, but I beg
Mistress to bestow the sublime privilege of laundering her
panties with my face!"

"Present your bottom for discipline, slut." Ronnie dutifully
prostrates himself and lifts his petticoats, exposing his frilly
pantied ass to my guests and myself. I choose a cane from the
rack and begin whacking him across the buttocks. As the impact of
each whack fills the room he replies with "thank you Mistress I
deserve another." Charlotte and Risa laugh out loud, while
Kimberly can only sit there agape.

Later, Ronnie is kneeling in the corner, holding his skirts up
high so we can see his little ruffled panties. He is being
punished for not bringing more biscuits quickly enough. Charlotte
claps her hands and says, "come here, Ronnie."

Ronnie comes before Charlotte and prostrates himself low to the
ground. In his best high-pitched voice he says, "yes, Mistress
Charlotte, how may I serve you?"

"Ronnie, you may attend me now. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Charlotte. It is always enjoyable to serve you
any way you like, Mistress."

"Very well then, you may proceed." Charlotte sits forward and
spreads her knees apart. Then she says to Kimberly and Risa,
"watch this."

Ronnie kneels down between Charlotte's knees and reaches up her
skirt. Charlotte picks herself up while Ronnie slides her panties
off. "Pay attention to me and not the panties, you slut," she
warns. Ronnie slides her panties past her ankles and lovingly
places them to one side.

Then without another word Ronnie puts his head under Charlotte's
skirt and buries it in her pussy. We can hear the slurping noises
of his eager tongue while he begins pleasuring her. The other two
women look on in shock and I cannot suppress a giggle. "See,"
says Charlotte. "Who needs vibrators when you have a slave to
give you head?"

Kimberly is still a little shocked but Risa lights up at the
prospect. "Charlotte, will he do anything he's told? Will he lick
my ass if I order him to?"

"Honey," quips Charlotte, "he'll lick your ass and eat your shit
too if he's ordered to! He has no choice in the matter... he's a
slave!"

Charlotte acts very calm and nonchalant as Ronnie continues
sucking her pussy. I know she's enjoying it, however, because
beads of sweat are beginning to appear at her temples. Finally,
she begins breathing heavy...

She holds her breath for just a second and then releases herself
with a big heave. "Ahhhhh," she says. "I needed that."

Ronnie fetches a washcloth and cleans Charlotte up a little, then
replaces her panties. Then he kneels before her. "Slave Ronnie
hopes Mistress Charlotte found her services satisfactory."

"Yes, merely adequate," she deadpans. Which means he did an
excellent job. But Mistress Charlotte knows well that it is never
proper to compliment a slave too much. It gives them a swelled
head.

"Very amusing," says Risa. "Excuse me, I have to pee." Ronnie
gets up off his knees and heads for the bathroom, where he kneels
beside the toilet. This is a regular part of Ronnie's duties.
Whenever I have company all the toilet paper is put away, as
Ronnie her standing orders to attend to them with his tongue.

He kneels between their legs and stares intently as the guest
relieves herself on the bowl. Then, he will lick them between
their legs until they're clean.

If a guest so chooses, she may bypass the toilet altogether and
use Ronnie to relieve herself. I have several friends who enjoy
toilet games, especially when Ronnie is the toilet!

Risa is especially into making Ronnie serve her in this manner.
Instead of squatting on the toilet, she will straddle Ronnie's
face and relive herself directly into his mouth. Ronnie has to
swallow her hot, steaming nectar very quickly to keep from
gagging.

Ronnie knows he will be severely punished if he allows so much as
a drop of Risa's urine to foul my perfectly clean bathroom floor!
I make Ronnie get on his knees and scrub between the tiles with a
tiny wire brush so all the grout is brilliant white. He knows
better than to allow any piss to stain it!

Risa uses "The Mask," a dastardly device that is locked behind
Ronnie's head. It is a wide funnel with a hose that runs into a
mouthpiece, a dildo-shaped gag with a hose through it. Risa uses
it to ensure that Ronnie takes in every drop of her hot, steaming
piss. Let me tell you about the incident that prompted Risa to
devise it:

One night Risa was relieving herself into Ronnie's mouth when
Ronnie began to gag and coughed her piss all over the floor. It
was a disgraceful mess, and I was furious! I was so angry I
couldn't think of a punishment severe enough for the incompetent
little slut! Fortunately, Risa had a splendidly wicked idea.

Ronnie was ordered to strip off his uniform and lingerie. He wa
then commanded to don a pair of plain white cotton briefs, which
for him is punishment in itself. He truly hates cotton panties!
Then, his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was led to the
bathtub. Risa commanded him to prostrate himself face down.

Risa handed me the whip and I raised some pretty welts on his
behind as he remained prostrate in the tub. Meanwhile, Risa was
filling a huge enema bag with scalding hot, soapy water. Then,
she pulled the crotch of his panties to one side and slid the
enema nozzle up his ass.

It took quite some time but eventually Ronnie was able to take
the contents of the two-quart enema bag inside him. Once he did,
Risa shoved a huge butt plug into him and told him not to move.

Suddenly the plug pops out of Ronnie's ass and he lets loose with
a flood of shit and enema juice, completely soaking his panties.
It dribbles down his legs and into the tub, where it runs until
it reaches his face, still down against the bottom of the tub.

Then, Risa orders Ronnie to remove his fouled panties and hand
them to her. She holds them right up against his face and mocks,
"So, you like to lick panties clean, do you? Well, let's see how
you enjoy these!"

With that, Risa pulls them over his face and starts whipping
Ronnie's cock while he sucks his own shit out the filthy panties.
I can hear him sobbing from the stench and the humiliation while
he slurps on them. I take a few Polaroids for later use; if he is
insubordinate I can threaten him with this punishment again.

At another session I had two Mistresses over with their slaves.
Mistress Denique and Mistress Kay came over with their two
favorite sissy maids and we decided to have them play together
for our amusement. Denique's slave Sally was slender and petite,
while Kay's slave Georgette was tall and statuesque.

Both the sissy slaves were darling in their frilly black French
Maid uniforms. They were impeccably made up and coiffed; their
nails polished to perfection. Both wore panties that let rows and
rows of white ruffles peek out from underneath their petticoats.

Ronnie was instructed to wear his pink satin uniform for special
occasions. It was also elaborately ruffled with a pair of frilly
sissypants underneath. His hands were cuffed behind his back and
he knelt before us, flanked on either side by the other two sissy
maids.

I stood up and walked over to Ronnie. "Now Darling, we have been
training you in total femininity, have we not? ...And I daresay
we've done quite a good job, too. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh YES Mistress," replied Ronnie enthusiastically. "I do so
adore how Mistress has made me into the sissy slut I am."

"Very good," I said. "Tonight we are going to allow you the total
feminine experience of accommodating some real cock. Sally and
Georgette, drop your panties and show Ronnie your little se-
crets."

The two maids stood up and obediently lowered their frilly undies
around their ankles, exposing their genitals which were bound
with nasty-looking leather chastity devices. The dastardly
retainer was padlocked, and the leather straps that secured them
dug painfully into the soft white flesh of the hapless sissies.

"As you can see, our two Darlings have been quite well bound
indeed. They have not been allowed so much as an erection in
weeks. I do wonder what would happen if we were to free them
within such close proximity of a lovely, feminine creature like
yourself."

Mistress Kay and Mistress Denique took their keys and unlocked
their slaves. With their panties still around their ankles their
penises jumped to erection as it they had been inflated with
helium! "You may have your way with the little slut girls, and
you had better entertain us or it'll be lashes for all of you!"

The two maids were maddened with lust, and they threw themselves
at Ronnie. Georgette began greasing her huge rod with K-Y while
Sally forced her gorged member down Ronnie's throat.

Ronnie winced as Georgette penetrated her sphincter, but soon
began undulating to the rhythm of her fucking. The many hours of
training with dildos had loosened her up and prepared her for
taking a real cock.

The three maids collapsed to the floor in a heap of pleasure, the
two maids using Ronnie for their pleasure at either end! Mistress
Kay videotaped while Mistress Denique watched intently. Ronnie
was being used and penetrated so brutally, and I was thrilling to
every second of this, his ultimate humiliation.

Suddenly to my surprise, Ronnie began to speak. "Mmmmm, yess," he
whimpered. "Please!" he gasped, "fuck me! Fuck my face! Fuck my
ass! Use me for your pleasure. Mmm, I'm your slut! Fuck..."

With that, Sally shoved her cock back into Ronnie's mouth and
began fucking it with renewed vigor. Georgette rammed her dick in
to the hilt, with Ronnie gasping in equal parts pleasure and
pain. The two maids rammed their dicks inside my slave again and
again and again until they collapsed spent, leaving Ronnie in a
heap on the floor with their semen oozing out his mouth and ass.

Then, I uncuffed Ronnie hands and ordered him to clean my shoes
and thank me. He crawled to me on all fours and began licking my
shoes. "Thank you Mistress," he whispered. "I am so happy to be
used like the slut I am for your entertainment. I live to serve
you, Mistress."