"Is that your final decision? Think about it." Rob said then reached his hand out towards Missy in an attempt to cup her chin. She abruptly slapped it away.

"Can I talk to you? IN PRIVATE!" Missy looked at Rob with daggers in her eyes.

"No, you may not!" Rob was annoyed at Missy for embarrassing him in front of his friends. "Whatever you want to say, you can say right here."

Missy continued to stare at Rob. She wanted to tell him that she couldn't possibly strip here in front of Mary. She couldn't let Mary see her humiliate herself and blab it all over school. It would be to much for her the bear. She wanted to plead with him not to make her do this. She thought of offering to extend the length of her servitude, but then, in one last effort, decided that if she were going down, she would do so defiantly.

"I'm not taking my dress off!"

"Suit yourself. You knew the terms of the agreement and you knew there would be times like this. You also knew the consequences of not living up to your side of the agreement." Rob looked at Missy for a moment before turning his head towards Bill.

"Bill, I'm sorry, could you please take us home. It appears as though Missy has decided to break up with me. I'll give you the money you paid for yours and Mary's ticket. I'm sorry, Mary."

"Yeah, sure." Bill turned around and took the speaker off the window and replaced on the hook. He turned the key on the dashboard and the souped up '58 Chevy rumbled to life. He placed his arm across the front seat and turned to look out the rear view mirror as he backed out of the parking spot.

"No. Wait." Missy's head fell into her hands and she began to cry. Rob was right, she thought. She had made the agreement knowing full well that there would be moments like this. He had told her she would be required to do thing that repulsed her. When she agreed to the terms she did not figure she would find it so difficult to carry them out.

The realization of what was required of her was hitting her now. She tried to decide if Rob was worth it. She often told people she would do anything he wanted. The time had come to back up that claim. Would she offer herself up to extreme humiliation and mental suffering to please Rob and to save the relationship? She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at Rob's eyes.

"Stop the car. I'll do it."

"Hold on a minute, Missy." Rob raised his eyebrows and was shaking his finger at her while he spoke. "When you refused to do as ordered and to address me in the manner which we had agreed on, you broke the agreement. As far as I'm concerned, the deal is off - for good. If you want to go on with the deal, you'll have to ask me to take you back as my slave and promise to do anything I ask, without argument, from now on and to start addressing me as you were told to do." He dropped his finger and waited for Missy to answer.

Missy looked around the dark interior of the car and saw all eyes staring at her, waiting for her reply. She looked back at Rob and took a deep breath and tried to fight back the tears as she quietly spoke.

"Please, Ro ... er ... Master take me back as your slave. I promise to do whatever you want." Having said that, her hands went back up to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"Not good enough. Say it loudly so I can hear it and say it with feeling."

Missy finished wiping her tears and repeated the words loudly. There, she had said it. She had said it and she was relieved afterwards. She knew now that she was committed to the consequences of the agreement. There would be no more doubts in her mind after this.

If she could say these words, do this thing, in front of Mary Higgins and in public, she was capable of doing anything. Her life and desires would no longer be in her hands. They would be Rob's to do with as he wished. She had surrendered herself totally and completely to her master.

"Before I accept, I want you to be aware that you will be punished for your behavior tonight. Are you willing to accept the punishment?"

Missy looked at Rob quizzically. He had never mentioned any punishment before and she worried about what he meant.

"What kind of punishment, Master?"

"Since this is your first real transgression, I think a spanking will do. But, I warn you, in the future your little tantrums will be dealt with more severely." Again Rob was shaking his finger at her down cast face.

"I agree, Master."

"Good. Now get naked."

Missy looked up to see Bill and Mary watching her intently. Her face reddened and the tears began to form once again as she took off each shoe and pulled the dress over her head. She had worn no under clothing and was completely naked now. Rob motioned for her to slide to the center of the seat. When she was directly centered, he spread her knees apart, exposing her naked, clean shaven, vagina to the couple in the front seat.

"Now, Missy, you are to stay seated like that until I say differently. Do not, I repeat, do not close your legs. Now I want you to play with your titties. Play with your nipples until they are good and hard. When they're as hard as they'll get, I want you to tell me - and when you tell me, speak up so we all can hear."

Missy's hands slowly went up to her breasts and she began to work each nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She looked down at the floor but was keenly aware of Bill and Mary leering over the seat at her. She sobbed lightly.

"Master, what if someone comes over to the car?" She whispered.

"I don't understand what you mean, Missy. What if someone does come to the car."

"I mean, how will I be able to cover myself?"

' That's simple. You won't. Don't even make an attempt. You just sit there like that and keep playing with your tits unless I tell you differently. I don't care who it is. Understand?"

"Yes, master."

Missy sat staring at the floor between her spread feet and massaging her nipples while listening to the movie. Occasionally she would look up to see what was happening on the screen and would see Bill or Mary, or both, looking either directly, or in the rear view mirror, at her. Her shame would cause her to immediately drop her head and look once again at the floor.

Despite her manipulations, her nipples were no where near hard so she started to work them faster and softer. Her mind just wasn't in it tonight. The constant awareness of the presence of Bill and Mary would not let her drift off into fantasy. Without warning she felt Rob's finger brush against her left breast.

"Not hard yet?" Rob asked her. "You'd better start concentrating on it, girl. I'm going to the snack bar for some popcorn and Coke. You'd better get busy with them tits, Missy. You coming, Bill."

"Yeah. I'll give you hand. You want anything special, Mary?" Bill had jumped when Rob asked him if he wanted to go. He was so intent on watching Missy and Rob, he had been ignoring Mary. When his head snapped around to ask her if she wanted anything special, he saw that she was watching his face as he watched Missy. The look Mary gave him was ice cold. Her hand went down to his crotch and stroked his hard cock once.

"Nothing special, thanks, but get yourself something that'll get your mind off the back seat and up here, where it matters. That is if you expect to get rid of this tonight." Mary squeezed his cock through his pants.

When the two boys had left, Mary turned around and looked at Missy.

"That's such a pretty dress, Missy," she began her taunting, "It's too bad you didn't get the chance to show it off tonight. But then again, I think the boys are getting an eyeful as it is. I didn't realize you had such a nice body. Such smooth complexion - all over." Mary reached over the seat back and gently patted Missy's shaved pubic area. Her hand jumped back when Missy slammed her legs closed and swatted at her. "Fuck you, Mary. At least I have a steady guy and don't have to fuck every guy I meet just to get him to take me to the drive-in." Missy dropped her hands from her nipples and folded her arms across her breast. She wanted to pull Mary's hair out.

"Oooh. Touchy tonight, aren't we? And I thought we could get to be better friends tonight." Mary kept smiling as she talked.

"Bullshit. Your only reason for coming tonight was to see me humiliated like this. Admit it. You don't give a shit about Bill or Rob or our being friends. You just wanted a chance to rub it in. I suppose everyone in school will know about it now. Well now you've seen, so Fuck you!"

"That's not true, Missy." Mary rebutted through the same sweet, smiling lips. "I do like Bill. He's kinda nice once you get to know him. But, I have to admit when he told me that you were like a sex slave to Rob, I just had to see it for myself. Don't worry, I'm sworn to secrecy. Nobody will find out from me.

Bill threatened with spreading some nasty rumors about me if I tell. I would never had thought that Miss All American Girl would spread her legs anytime or anywhere that Rob wanted. After seeing this, I even believe Bill's story about your lovely lips and tongue. Tell me, Missy, do you like having cocks stuck in your mouth?"

"Fuck you, bitch!" Missy blushed deeply and got so angry she was about to slap Mary's face. The boy's return from the snack bar had come just in time to prevent her from doing just that. Rob crawled into the back seat and plopped down alongside Missy. He took the tray of goodies Bill handed him and set it on the floor between his feet. As Bill passed Mary her Coke and got in the front, Rob held out a large Coke for Missy. She took it from his hand and took a large swallow from it before putting it on the floor beside her foot. Rob reached over and took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Still not hard?" Rob asked as he looked at her face, a stern expression on his.

"It's no wonder." Mary interjected before Missy had a chance to reply. "She's been too busy covering herself and cussing at me to worry about getting her nipples hard."

"Shut up!" Missy yelled at her front seat tormentor. "Is that true, Missy?" Rob's finger squeezed Missy's nipple as he spoke.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Missy winced at the pain being inflicted on her breast. "She started it by teasing me and she even tried to touch me."

"Enough!" Rob released his hold on her nipple and started shaking his finger at Missy's face. "I don't care what she said or did. I told you to get your nipples hard and the minute I leave, you think you can do as you damn well please. It doesn't work like that. And what happened with addressing me as 'Master'? It seems to me that you need to be taught a lesson. Now shut yourself up and get those nipples hard before I make you get out of the car and stand outside naked. You're pissing me off."

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Missy spread her legs and started to play with her nipples again. She started sobbing as she thought about the humiliating scolding she had just received from Rob in front of Mary.

"Drink your Coke first. I don't want to hear you complaining about being thirsty."

Missy took another couple of swallows from her drink and began to put the cup back down when Rob told her to finish it all so there would be no further interruptions. She put the cup back to her lips and finished every drop in it. She set the cup of ice back on the floor and resumed playing with her nipples. After a few minutes had gone by, she felt Rob lean over, his head on her shoulder and his hand between her legs.

"Still dry as a bone, I see. What's the matter tonight, Babe?" Rob's whisper in Missy's ear was just loud enough to be heard by everyone in the car.

"It's hard to do it by myself, Master" Missy answered, in a low, muffled whisper.

"Let me help." Rob started rubbing the inside of Missy thighs. His soft rubbing amounted to a light brushing up the inside of one leg, from the knee, slowly up to the top, across her sex and down the other thigh to the knee where it started a return journey in similar fashion. After a short time, his hand stopped on her vagina and his fingers began to gently part Missy's lips and sliding up and down between the folds. "How's this? Do you like this?" he asked softly, the tip of his finger now making its way into her.

"Yes, Master." Missy felt herself getting wet and her nipples finally beginning to harden between her fingers. She flung her head back against the seat and, in so doing, glimpsed Bill and Mary watching her and Rob intensely. She closed her eyes and the voyeurs disappeared as she was transported to another world. She heard Rob whispering in her ear as his fingers worked deeper and deeper into her, turning and turning as they did so. He was repeating the fantasy of her on her knees while hundreds of recruits stood nude before her waiting their turn to enter her mouth.

"Do you want it, Missy? Do you want to suck my cock now?" he whispered.

"Yes, Master" Missy was beside herself now. Rob's manipulations in her pussy and her fingers on her own breasts had brought her to the brink of orgasm. There was no turning back now. Lust had taken its position in her brain, controlling her entire existence and demanding satisfaction before it would release control over her. Her breathing was heavier now and her mouth opened as her chest heaved to allow more air to enter her lungs and replenish her oxygen supply which her body was rapidly expending.

"Then do it, Missy. Take my cock out of my pants and suck it. Do it." Rob spread his legs to allow more room for Missy's hand.

Missy released her nipple and dropped her hand to Rob's lap. She unzipped his fly and reached in, encircling his hot, hard cock with her tender hand. She struggled to get the cock out of his pants. Its hardness made it difficult for her to get it out of the relatively small slit in his underwear and into the open. She felt it come free and her hand worked up and down its length for a few strokes before she lowered her head towards it, extending her tongue to its head, flicking it over the small opening and over the head.

She felt Rob's hand reenter her cunt from behind and continue its toying as she took his cock into her mouth and began lowering her head until her lips rested against her hand around its base. She continued to raise and lower her head, sucking gently, working her tongue around and around as Rob's finger probed deeper and deeper. She felt the tip of Rob's thumb on her rectum, threatening to force its way past the tight rim, and it made her even more aroused. She worked her hips in unison with his movements and her head started to bob faster and faster as she sucked.

Missy felt Rob's hips begin to twitch spasmodically and she knew he was about to come. She continued to suck, waiting for the salty tasting semen to fill her mouth and slide down her throat. As she waited, she felt the unmistakable signs of her own orgasm beginning to grip her body in overwhelming ecstasy. She worked her hips, her head, her tongue faster and faster in a wild frenzy as she rushed to climax. She started to come.

As her vagina started its contractions around Rob's fingers, she pushed her hips back towards his thumb, striving to push it into her ass. She felt Rob drive his cock deep into her mouth and his free hand on her head, holding it there. She knew it was time. She felt the semen squirting into mouth and she swallowed it greedily. She felt the tenseness leave Rob's body as he slumped back exhausted, removing his hand from her vagina as he did so. She sat there, head thrown back, gasping for air as she recuperated.

She noticed the car gently rocking and opened her eyes to see Mary's bare leg hanging across the back of the front seat and Bill bare ass pumping vigorously. She smiled, closed her eyes and dozed. She thought about her sexuality and her situation. She never knew sex would be so good. She worried about whether she was going crazy. Acting like this, a sex slave, was not normal. Getting satisfaction from it was even more abnormal. She returned from her daydreaming and felt Rob's semen leaking out of her vagina and forming a trail between her legs. She grabbed a tissue out of her purse and cleaned herself then took a drink from the Coke Rob offered her, leaving just a sip for him.

Rob drank the remaining Coke and put the empty cup down on the floor. He looked at Missy who was sitting back in the seat with her head laid back and eyes closed, and then at the hand he had been masturbating her with. He brought his hand up to her lips and watched as Missy's nose twitched and her eyes opened when she recognized the aroma.

"Lick." He said.

Missy's eyes quickly glanced at Rob's face, then the seemingly empty front seat, before focusing on his hand in front of her. She felt a bit of revulsion as she saw the hand, dripping with her own juices, poised at her lips. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue and started to lick. She hated this. For some reason the thought of licking her own juices from Rob's hand revolted her. She couldn't understand why Rob seemed to derive so much pleasure at watching her do it, but she continued to lick each finger until there was no evidence of juice left on them. When she had finished, she opened her eyes and saw Bill, Mary and Rob all watching her. She blushed and dropped her head against her chest.

The quartet sat quietly watching the screen for the next 20 minutes. No one knew what was happening in the movie, they just stared at the screen. They all knew it was the second picture scheduled for tonight, "Guess Who's Coming To Dinner", but no one had a clue as to what it was about. They sat there in silence until Missy began to stir.

"I have to go to the ladies' room, Master." Missy stated.

"What for?" Rob asked the question without taking his eyes off the screen. It irritated Missy.

"To pee!" Missy spat, then added, "Master."

Rob reached down to the floor and picked up the Coke cup. He rolled down the window and dumped the melted ice from the container and handed it to Missy.

"Here, use this."

Missy stared at the empty cup in Rob's hand and then back at him with a stunned look as she pushed the cup away.

"Never mind. I'll hold it ....., Master." She spat back.

"Suit yourself. Hold it as long as you want, but before we leave here, you'll piss in this cup. You can do it now, or do it later, but you will do it. If I were you, I'd do it now and get it over with." Rob extended the cup once again to Missy.

She looked at the cup and then at the front seat where Bill and Mary were watching. When Mary noticed Missy looking at her, she flashed a big grin across her face. Feeling completely defeated, Missy hesitantly took the cup and brought it slowly down between her legs. Her free hand spread her lips apart and she placed the cup directly under her urethra and strained to force the urine out. When she had finished peeing, she held the cup up towards Rob.

"Now what do I do with this, Master?" She asked defiantly.

"Just dump it out the door."

Missy looked around to see if anyone were nearby then opened the car door. The sudden brightness of the light coming on as she opened the door startled her and made her aware of her nakedness. She quickly dropped the urine filled cup to the ground and slammed the door shut. She look around once again to see if anyone had noticed her nudity. Satisfied that no one had, she grabbed another tissue and wiped herself. She rolled down the window and tossed the tissue out before sitting back, with her hands in her lap, to watch the movie.

"Can anyone understand what the hell is going on?" Rob asked, obviously perplexed over what the movie was about. "I'm all for going back to my place and call it a night. Anyone else?"

Billy and Mary quickly concurred and within minutes the car was on its way out of the drive-in theater. They all sat in complete silence as the car sped towards Rob apartment. When it pulled to a halt in front of the apartment, Missy reached for her dress and began to slip it over her head. Rob's hand on her arm stopped her.

"No need to put that on yet, Missy." Rob said. "You'll only have to take it off once inside."

Missy turned pale at the thought of walking from the car to Rob's apartment nude. She looked around to see what apartment was lit and worried about someone seeing her. She looked back to the front seat and saw Mary smiling away. Bill opened the front door and the car's interior was flooded with light. Missy leaped from her seat and walked quickly, holding her dress in front of her, to the apartment door and huddled in a darkened corner of the porch as she waited for the rest of the party to get there.

Once the group was inside, Rob clicked on the light switch and motioned for Bill and Mary to sit down on the sofa. He took a seat in the chair opposite the sofa and looked at Missy who was still standing at the door, unsure as to what she should do.

"Why don't you get us all a beer." Rob said as he looked at Missy.

Missy went to the kitchen and retrieved 3 beers from the refrigerator and returned to living room where she set them down on the cocktail table before walking over to the chair and standing next to Rob. As she stared at the floor, her hands fidgeting with each other, she felt nothing but shame.

The brightness of the well lit room seemed to accentuate her nudity and she was aware of Mary watching her, reveling in her humiliation. She prayed the evening would end with the drinking of the beer and without her having to do anything more to degrade herself in front of her classmate. Rob's hand found hers and pulled around the chair to a spot directly in front of him.

"Missy, I'm very disappointed in your behavior tonight." He said, his eyebrows raised in a frown.

"Yes, Master."

"You must learn to do as you're told and to respect our guests. Are you ready for your spanking?" He looked up at her waiting for her reply.

Missy's legs began to tremble. She had forgotten all about the spanking Rob had threatened her with. Originally she had thought he planned to do it at a later date when they were alone. The news of his intention to spank her now, in front of Bill and Mary, came as a shock to her. She hadn't been spanked in years but remembered the last one, administered by her father for breaking one of her mother's favorite china statues she had been warned about not touching. She remembered it hurt like hell and she cried profusely and begged him to stop. She braced herself, hoping the ensuing one would not be so severe.

"Y... Y...Yes, Master." She stammered.

"Very good. Lay across my knee then and prepare yourself." Rob spread his legs and guided Missy between them. She bent over one leg and he clamped his other leg over hers, pinning her to his knee, her bare rump raised and in perfect view. "Let me warn you against trying to use your hands to protect yourself against the spanking. If you do, I'll be forced to tie them. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Missy sobbed and tears began to flow from her eyes. She pictured the view she must be offering Bill and Mary. They were seated directly behind her and were in perfect line with her bare ass. She heard a large smack and instantaneously felt the open hand slam down against her bottom, sending a wave of hot, stinging pain through her. It was followed by another and another until she could no longer withstand the pain.

"No more, please, Master. It hurts, please. Please. Please, Master." Her cries and pleas were ignored and the stinging hand continued to crash down on her flaming butt. Her tears streamed down her cheeks and began to cause a wet spot on the carpet beneath her. Finally it was over. The hand stopped and Rob's legs reopened as he pulled her to her feet.

"Thank me for punishing you, Missy. It was for your own good and done so that you will remember to act as a good slave should in the future." Rob said.

"Thank you for punishing me, Master." Missy cried as she wiped the tears from her face.

"You're welcome." Rob lifted his hand and lightly gripped hers. "Now I want you go over to Mary, get down on your knees and apologize for treating her so badly tonight. Then I want you to ask her to spank you and I want you to accept her punishment just like you did mine."

Missy began crying again. Her hand covered her open mouth and she kept shaking her head "NO" as Rob told her what he wanted her to do next. She couldn't, she told herself, but instead found herself slowly walking over to the sofa and kneeling down in front of Mary.

"I'm sorry for what I said, Mary." She said. She paused, trying to collect herself and to find the courage to say the next words. "Please spank me."

"Apology accepted, Missy, but I'm afraid my little lap wouldn't hold you. Why don't you bend over the table and hold on to the edge. That would be easier for both of us." Mary tried not to show her glee over the prospect of spanking Missy. She had laid awake nights dreaming of getting even with her, now, here she was about to spank her bare bottom. Her exuberance showed when she jumped to her feet and started to wipe her hands together in preparation for the punishment.

Missy bent over the table and gripped the edge as instructed. She squeezed her thighs together and prepared herself for the blows to come. Again she heard the sound of the bare hand hitting her bottom immediately followed by the sting. "Ouch!" Mary screamed and waved her hand in the air as she looked over at Rob. "That hurts my hand. Don't you have anything I could use for this?"

Rob leaped out of his chair and went to the kitchen, returning with a large wooden spoon he used for stirring his Spagetti-o's. He handed it to Mary, telling her to take it easy with it, and then resumed his position in the recliner and waited for her to continue.

Meanwhile, Missy waited in her position. Her head was hanging down and she had no idea what Rob had given Mary to use in the spanking. She only knew it would hurt even more. Her poor rump was so red and tender that even the thought of touching it caused her to wince. The first crack of the spoon across her already reddened ass confirmed her belief that it would be more painful than Mary's hand. Each crack of the spoon brought more tears and more pleading from her lips. Again her screams and begging were ignored by her tormentor until finally the spanking stopped.

"Well, look at that!" Mary exclaimed to the boys while pointing to Missy's crotch. "She's wet. The slut is actually getting aroused." She leaned forward and spoke loudly into Missy's ear. "You are getting excited, aren't you?"

Missy just stood there with her head hung low. She knew she was wet. She had felt herself getting damp when she knelt down in front of Mary and offered her apology. She had no excuse for it and knew not why her body would start to get aroused over the aspect of being brutally spanked by someone she despised. She did not think she was getting sexually aroused, but evidently her body was, indeed, doing just that. She felt the sting of the spoon across her bottom again.

"Answer me, Bitch!" Mary screamed at her bowed subject.

"Yes, I'm wet down there," Missy replied quickly lest the spoon fall again, "But I can't help it. I'm not aroused. I don't know why I'm getting wet. Please don't hit me again." She was heaving very heavily now and the tears formed a continuos drip to the floor.

"I'LL TEACH YOU!" Mary screamed as she raised the spoon over her head ready to strike again. Her arm was stopped midway in its down stroke by Rob.

"I think that's enough, Mary" Rob thought he had better put a stop to this now.

The look in Mary's eyes revealed enough hate that Rob was afraid she might seriously hurt Missy. "In fact, I think that's enough for tonight. I appreciate your driving tonight, Rob. I'm sorry to end this so abruptly, but I'm afraid the noise might wake some of the neighbors and even if not, I have to get Missy back home soon."

Rob took the spoon out of Mary's hand and tossed it down on the table.

"Thank Mary for punishing you, Missy." He said.

Missy muttered a thank you and stayed bent over the table as Mary and Bill said good bye to Rob and left. She sensed Rob returning to his seat and looking over to her.

"Come over here, Missy. Come sit here beside me." Rob's voice was soft and gentle now, almost sympathetic. He watched as Missy came over to him and sat on the floor beside the chair. It was obvious her bottom was sore and she sat on one side, head still hung low. He put his hand on her head and ran his fingers slowly through her hair.

"I'm sorry to put you through that, Missy," He began, "but you do have to learn to follow my orders without all the belly-aching and complaining. You know I love you, don't you?"

"Yes, master." Missy answered while leaning her head against Rob's leg.

"I am surprised, though, that you were getting excited when Mary was spanking you. What was going through your head? Did you actually enjoy it?"

"NO, Master, I did not enjoy it. I don't know why I got wet. I wasn't coming, believe me. I just don't know why I was wet. I felt myself getting wet when I bent down in front of her. I can't explain it."

Rob rubbed her head. He thought for a moment then put his hand under Missy's chin and lifted her face towards him.

"Missy, I want you to do something for me that you might find particularly offensive. I want you to do it for me, though, no matter how much you don't want to. Do you hear?"

"Yes, Master, anything. I'll do it for you, you know I will." Missy was eager to please Rob during this tender moment but she was also a little apprehensive about what he was about to tell her she had to do next.

"I want you to take a friend of yours, a girlfriend, into your confidence. I want you to tell her about our current relationship and then I want you to tell her that I want to watch you make love to her."

"Oh, no, Master. Please, I couldn't do that. I can't with another girl. I just couldn't. I don't know anybody well enough to ask them to do that. Please don't ask me to do that. I can't even bring myself to tell anyone about the way we are now, no less ask them to let me make love to them while you watch." She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes.

"I'm not asking, Missy, I'm telling you what I want. I'm sure you know someone who would let you do that to them. I know there are girls who are curious about such things. I'll give you two weeks to find someone and convince her to do it. Two weeks from tonight I want you to bring that friend here and make love to her. If you don't, I'm sure I can find some people who will be willing to do it. One way or another, two weeks from now you'll be here licking another girl's cunt while I watch."

Missy sat there quietly, thinking about what she had been instructed to do and who she could possibly ask. The more she thought, the more she became convinced that she could not bring herself to lick another woman. She felt Rob stand up pull her to her feet. He told her to put on her dress and he'd take her home. She did so quietly, still deep in thought.

During the drive home, Missy sat quietly, thinking about how to convince Rob to change his mind even though she knew deep down that it would be impossible. When the car pulled up into her drive, Rob leaned over and whispered "I love you" in her ear. They kissed deeply, holding each other tight while their tongues probed each other's mouth. When it was over, she got out of the car and walked up to her doorstep, all the while thinking about who to ask. She knew she must find someone.

Missy Part 4

Missy got up off the bed and went over to the record player in the corner of her room. She put her new Beatles record on the spindle and clicked the button that started the thing in motion. As the record dropped and the tone arm slowly made its way over to the record's edge, Missy said nothing. She was waiting until what she had just told Joanne sunk in. The music started and she returned to her bed and stared at Joanne, who sat there on the floor, mouth wide open, speechless.

Joanne had been Missy's best friend since Mrs. Mueller's fourth grade class. They had been Girl Scouts together, attended the same Sunday School together and had been, until boys entered the picture two years ago, inseparable. It was Joanne who Missy confided in when she finally went all the way with Rob, although she made no mention of the exact nature of their relationship, and she remembered Joanne's reaction then.

"For God's sake, Missy, this is 1965, not the dark ages. Everybody's doing it today," she had said. Missy knew that Joanne had lost her virginity during their Junior year and was shocked when Joanne told her of the event. At that time, Missy was still determined to keep her virginity until her wedding night.

It was difficult for Missy to gather up enough courage to tell her best friend that she had become a sex slave. She thought about breaking it to her in small, easy to swallow, chunks but then decided that time would not allow her to spread the story out over the period of time that would necessitate. She had to tell her straight out, pulling no punches. If she showed even the slightest curiosity about the relationship, Missy would drop the next bombshell on her and let the chips fall where they will. It had to be done and done as soon as possible.

She recalled her meeting with Rob last Wednesday and the revelations revealed to her that made it necessary for her to act quickly in obtaining a partner willing to display her body and be made love to by another women while being observed by another man. It had been the greatest evening she had spent with Rob since this whole "sex slave" thing started, and quite possibly the best evening ever.

They were lying around listening to a Henry Mancini album and had been engaging in foreplay for nearly an hour. They were both nude, of course, and Robs fingers, lips and tongue had brought her to brink of orgasm many, many times. Near the end of the foreplay, Rob's finger started to play with her asshole and it drove her wild with excitement. She had her first anal sexual experience then. The pain was excruciating but she didn't want it to stop. She remembered thinking how funny it was that, although it hurt badly, she didn't want Rob to stop. In fact, she wanted him to go deeper and harder.

Her orgasm resulting from Rob's prick in her ass and fingers in her pussy was the most intense she experienced since her first one. Afterwards, they lie in a tight embrace while Rob kissed her face over and over again. It was heavenly. She decided right there and then that there was nothing she would not do to please him.

Before she left for the evening, Rob asked her how she was coming along with finding someone for next Saturday night. She told him she was working on it but may need a little more time. For the first time all evening he had seemed to be a little upset with her. He told her that he had been talking to Bill and Mary the day before and had mentioned to them that he was thinking of doing a lesbian scene with Missy. Mary told him that she would be more than willing to be the recipient of Missy's attention.

In fact, he went on, Mary had told him that she could bring a couple of other girls who would kill to have Missy lick their cunts. He told Missy that unless she had something finalized by Friday, he would take Mary up on her offer to help, and that he would ask her to bring her friends along. Right there and then Missy made up her mind to quit thinking up ways to get out of it and to find someone fast.

"Oh, my God!", Joanne finally stammered. "Just wh... what do you have to do? I mean, how did this start? I mean, when you say 'sex slave' do your mean 'SEX slave'? Oh, my God!"

Missy got down on the floor next to Joanne and held her hand as she explained everything to her. As she talked, Missy watched Joanne's reaction for any sign of disapproval or disgust. Much to her relief, Missy only saw hints of curiosity and keen interest from Joanne. By the time Missy had finished telling Joanne everything, the two girls were joking about Missy's situation and Joanne had, in fact, mentioned how exciting it was. Missy reasoned that the time couldn't be better to drop the big bomb. "Yeah, everything has been going real well since the drive-in. In fact, I even enjoy it a little. Sometimes, though, Rob just seems to get a bit carried away with the strange sex bit. Like what I have to do this Saturday." Missy was setting the bait and Joanne eagerly took it.

"What? I mean, what else is there that you haven't already done?"

"Well, I'm embarrassed to talk about it. Promise me you won't tell anyone?"

"Oh, for God's sake, Missy. You know I wouldn't tell anyone - Go on!"

Missy had planned for this moment for several days now. She had gone over and over it so many times in her mind that she thought that actually asking Joanne would be easy, but now that the moment had come, she found it difficult to look her friend in the eye and ask her straight out.

"Well ... he... he. Dammit, he wants to watch me have sex with another girl."

"He what?"

Missy explained what Rob had ordered her to do and that she had until this Saturday to find someone. As she talked, Missy noted that although Joanne acted surprised and shocked over her dilemma, the sparkle in her eyes and genuine interest in her remarks made it clear that Joanne was intrigued by it all.

"So who did you get to do it?" Joanne asked.

"That's just it," Missy began, "I only know one person well enough to trust. I was sorta' hoping that..." She paused and looked directly into Joanne's eyes.

"Oh, wait a minute. You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"

"Please, Joanne." Missy grabbed Joanne's hand and began pleading with her. "You won't have to actually do anything. Just lay there. I know you'll have to undress in front of Rob, but it won't be that bad. Please. I really, really need this favor. Rob said that Mary and a couple of her friends would be more than willing to have me do it to them, if I didn't find someone. It's bad enough I have to do it, please don't force me do it to Mary and her gang. Please say you'll do it, for me, Joanne." By the time she had finished, tears were streaming down missy's cheek and her pleas had become desperate. "You know I'd do anything for you, Missy, but I don't know about this. It's so weird. I don't think I'd be able to lie there nude while some guy watches you make love to me."

It was now plain to Missy that Joanne would be willing to do it, but she needed more coaxing before agreeing. The fact that she didn't outright refuse, and the smile on her lips while she spoke, convinced Missy of that. She begged Joanne some more, suggesting she keep her eyes closed and pretend it was Paul McCartney.

For each objection Joanne raised, Missy had an answer. Finally Joanne stopped objecting and sat in silence, deep in thought. Missy knew she had won and finished her pleading with just one more "Please, for me". Afterwards, she sat holding Joanne's hand while staring into her eyes waiting for an answer.

"Oh, okay. I'll try, but I'm not sure I can go through with it." Joanne said. "What time Saturday and what should I wear?"

Missy was so relieved she threw her arms around her best friend and hugged her tightly.

"Whoa," Joanne said pushing Missy away playfully, "Let's not start now. Saturday will be soon enough, thank you."

Missy laughed and agreed to pick up Joanne and drive her to Rob's apartment. She advised her to dress in something that would be easy to get out of and the two girls giggled about that. When Joanne left, Missy called Rob and told him she would be there Saturday and would be bringing a girlfriend with her, but she refused to tell him who.

"Well, I think I'm crazy, but I'm here." Joanne said as she got into Missy's car.

Missy patted her hand and assured her that everything would be all right. She noticed Joanne had taken her advice and wore a short, plain dress that zippered up the back. As she looked at Joanne's legs, Missy tried to recall what her friend looked like nude. They both had the same gym class and showered together often up until Missy was forced to shave her pubic hair, but Missy had never really took notice of Joanne's body. The two girls chatted about school, shopping, music, etc. as the car sped towards Rob's. Finally the subject turned to what was going to take place tonight and Missy began to explain the usual routine she went through. When she told Joanne that she was forbidden to wear underwear, Joanne stared at her lap and seemed nervous. Again Missy tried to calm her friend's nerves by patting her hand and assuring her that all would be okay. She did not want Joanne backing out now that they were almost at Rob's place.

Missy thought it funny that she was trying to calm Joanne's nerves, when it was she who would almost certainly be more humiliated by the nights events. Her stomach had started churning when she left home and was getting worse the closer she got to Rob's. She was, and had reason to be, much more nervous than Joanne.

By the time the car pulled up in front of Rob's apartment, the two girls had managed to calm themselves down to the point where they were once again joking with each other about their situation. Missy turned the key in the ignition and the sound of the engine became stilled. She took a deep breath and turned to Joanne.

"This is it. Wish me luck tonight, Joanne." Missy reached over and with tears in her eyes embraced her best friend. A moment later, she opened the door and began to get out of the car.

"Wait a minute." Joanne exclaimed, then reached under her dress and pulled her panties off, stuffing them into the glove box. "When in Rome ...." she said jokingly as she opened her door and got out.

The two girls giggled as they walked arm in arm up to Rob's door. Missy pressed the button and heard the door chime ring inside the apartment followed by Rob's familiar "Come In". She held up her crossed fingers to Joanne and turned the knob opening the door before leading the way inside.

"Hello, Missy" Rob said from his seat on the sofa. His lips spread into a large grin when he recognized Missy's guest, Joanne. "Hi, Joanne. Long time, no see. Come in and have a seat." Rob directed Joanne to the chair opposite the sofa. When she was seated, he turned his attention back to Missy. "You may get yourself prepared and get us all a Coke, Missy".

"Yes, Master." Missy answered and then casually removed her dress and loafers, exposing her body completely. She walked through the living room to the kitchen with her eyes straight ahead, never looking to see Joanne's reaction. She did not need to look. She felt Joanne's eyes on her constantly. They burned into her skin and Missy blushed as she felt them staring at her naked, cleanly shaved vagina.

Rob paid no attention to Missy as she made her way to the kitchen. His eyes were glued to Joanne, looking at her reaction to seeing her best friend parading around nude in front of her. He felt his dick harden as he scanned the girl across from him. While Missy could be classified as "trim" with slender legs, smallish breasts, wasp-like waist and a perfectly round "tight" ass,

Joanne could only be described as "Voluptuous". Her cherub-like face was punctuated by deep dimples whenever she smiled, which was almost constantly. Her breasts were large, round and stood out like bumpers on a Cadillac. When he looked at her perfectly shaped legs, which were crossed, he suspected she wasn't wearing any underwear, and his dick twitched uncontrollably. He looked back at her face and noticed her staring at him.

"So, Joanne, has Missy explained our new relationship to you?" He asked in an attempt to hide his embarrassment at having been caught staring at her ass.

"Yes, Rob. She explained that she was sort of like a sex slave and you were her master." Joanne leaned forward, uncrossing her legs, and continued. "Is that true?"

"She's not 'sort of' a sex slave. She is a sex slave." He paused as Missy returned to the room and set two Cokes down on the coffee table in front of him and walked over to Joanne with the third. As she bent over to hand the bottle to Joanne, Rob saw the cheeks of her butt spread exposing the tight bud between them, and he thought he would come right then. Missy returned to the sofa and sat on the floor at Rob's feet, her legs curled up under her, and looked at the floor as Rob continued.

"Yes, she's been very good at it too. I think she enjoys it. Isn't that right, missy?"

"Yes, Master." Missy answered, blushing as she did so. It was partially true. She did enjoy being Rob's slave, but she didn't care for some of the wild things he demanded of her, like giving a blow job to Bill, or being spanked by Mary, or having to have sex with another girl, for that matter. When it was just the two of them, however, she enjoyed it immensely, even when he would order her to masturbate herself while he watched. As humiliating as that was, she found sort of a sinister pleasure in doing it - except for the time he made her use the handle of her hairbrush in her pussy while using the fingers of her other hand in her ass. That was totally degrading, but she had to admit to having an intense orgasm from it. Yes, it was mostly true, she did enjoy it.

"I thought so," Rob said with a smile on his lips. He was proud and pleased the hear her admit to having enjoyed herself. "And did you tell Joanne how good you've become at sucking cocks?"

The blood rushed to Missy's head as she blushed at the crude remark.

"No, Master." She replied.

"Well tell her. Tell her how you've really learned to suck cocks - both mine and Bill's."

Missy had hoped Rob wouldn't show off his control over her in front of Joanne tonight. She was shocked and embarrassed over the way he talked about her in front of her friend. Her head hung down and she stared at the floor trying to think of what to say.

"I've learned how to suck cocks real good." She muttered without lifting her eyes from the carpet.

"Oh, that's not right, Missy," Rob scolded, "Look at your guest when you talk to them, and speak up for Christ's sake. We can barely hear you. Tell Joanne how you swallowed the come as our cocks came in your mouth."

Missy looked up at Joanne who was staring, wide- eyed directly at her, shocked, but totally absorbed with what was taking place. She felt tears fill her eyes as she began to speak.

I've ... really ... learned how to suck cocks and how to swallow when they ... c ... c ... came in my mouth." She sobbed. She remained looking at her friend, hoping to see some sign of pity cross her face.

Joanne was silent during the entire exchange.

She was embarrassed to be there while her friend was being subjected to such humiliation, but she also found it very exciting. She was more than curious, she had truly become aroused and she could feel herself becoming damp between her legs. The dampness felt peculiar as she was not wearing any panties and the air was free to circulate around her nakedness there.

For what seemed liked an eternity, she sat and stared at Missy sitting on the floor, waiting to see what would come next. She became aware of Rob ordering Missy to stand up and her eyes remained glued to her friend as she rose. She was so engrossed by the spectacle that she barely heard Rob addressing her. She snapped her head in the direction of his voice.

"So what do you think of our Missy, Joanne" Rob was saying as his hand rubbed over Missy's bare backside.

Joanne didn't know what to say. She looked at Missy's face, red with shame, to Rob's hand, gently massaging her rear, and back to Rob's face, grinning from ear to ear.

"Very nice." She responded. She immediately felt ashamed at having said that. She thought Rob would take that answer as some indication that she was aroused over seeing Missy's nude body. She was embarrassed to admit, even to herself, that she was indeed very aroused at this point. She looked back at Rob and nervously fidgeted with her hands.

"Stand up, Joanne." Rob said softly, but with a definite firmness in his voice.

Joanne was shocked by the directness of Rob's order. She couldn't explain it, but she felt compelled to comply, as though the order was coming from her own father. She stood up, hands at her side, knees wobbly, and looked at Rob, waiting for further orders.

"What do you think, Missy?" Rob now directed his words to his slave, standing beside him. As he spoke, he ran his hands up and down her ass, his fingers following the crease separating the cheeks. "Do you think Joanne is pretty? Desirable?"

"Yes, Master."

"Go over to Joanne and undress her." Rob prodded Missy's behind with his finger and she stumbled forward, towards Joanne. Joanne's chin fell to her chest as Missy walked over to her. Out the corner of her eye, she saw her friend walk behind her and place her hands on the zipper of her dress. She heard the zipper open and felt the dress slowly begin to fall off her breasts and down her legs. When she saw the dress fall around her feet, she stepped out of it.

Missy tossed the dress across the back of the chair and stared at Joanne. Joanne's complexion was smooth and firm, free of any imperfections whatsoever. Missy felt herself getting more and more aroused and couldn't understand it. She dreaded having to make love to another girl. The thought of placing her tongue on another girl's vagina, even one as pretty as Joanne, had always made her a little sick to her stomach, but here she was, about to do just that and getting aroused over the thought of it. Her hand went out and her fingers lightly ran up Joanne's spine, causing her friend to tremble slightly as goose bumps formed all over her flesh.

Rob watched the silent interplay between the two girls for a few minutes. His hard-on was throbbing violently, partly due to seeing Joanne's near perfect body nude before him, and partly in anticipation of seeing what was about to take place. He called Missy over to him and told her to look at Joanne. He described Joanne's body to her, asking for her opinion of each part. He knew Missy became more humiliated with each lewd question and the struggle to answer him grew more and more difficult.

"Go back to her, Missy. Go back to her and kiss her."

Missy walked over to Joan and held her hands as she lightly bussed her friend's lips.

"No, no no!" Rob yelled, then lowered his voice to a whisper as he continued, "That's not your sister you're kissing, that's the girl you are about to make love to. She's your lover. Kiss her like you kiss you lover. Open your lips and let your tongue explore hers. Kiss her deeply, passionately. She won't mind, will you, Joanne?"

"No" Joanne answered in a high, squeaky voice, then after clearing her throat, repeated in normal voice, "No."

"There, see? In fact, she probably wants you to kiss her that way. Don't you, Joanne?"

"Yes," Joanne answered as her eyes looked into Missy's and her knees buckled. She meant it. At this moment she wanted to throw her arms around Missy and pull her tightly to her. Her mind was swimming with conflicting emotions and she felt herself go limp when Missy's hands went around her neck and drew her mouth to hers.

She felt her stiff nipples press against those of her best friend and her pelvis instinctively pushed against Missy's. Her lips parted and allowed Missy's tongue to enter her mouth, twirling around her own tongue and flicking across her teeth. She put her arms around Missy's waist and drew her hips towards hers, grinding her pubis into Missy's.

Missy felt the heat radiating from Joanne's body into her own as her best friend ground her pelvis against hers. Her breasts, flattened against Joanne's, ached as the nipples strained to stiffen against the pressure. As she worked her tongue around Joanne's mouth, she felt herself becoming as emotionally charged and aroused as she suspected Joanne was. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Joanne's eyes were closed and that she was in the throes of passion. She closed her eyes again and pressed her mouth tighter against Joanne's while her hands found their way to her partner's backside and began to roughly massage her cheeks. Within minutes she felt Joanne's legs give out and she struggled to prevent her friend from falling and slowly lowered her to the carpet.

Joanne felt herself being lowered to the floor and placed her hand behind Missy's head, pulling it to hers lest the kiss be broken. She felt her legs spread and her hips begin to push up, seeking to find something, anything, to satisfy the craving building within her. Her hand gently pushed against Missy's head, urging it downward towards her breasts. The lips which had been pressed against hers were now enveloping her nipples, sucking gently while the tongue they concealed wistfully flicked against them. Her head began moving side to side and her hand pushed against the head once more, steadily guiding it lower and lower.

She felt little kisses, hundreds of them, against her chest, then ribs, then stomach, navel. It was driving her wild. Suddenly she felt the head move on its own, further downward to the burning between her legs. She raised her buttocks high off the floor to meet the sweet lips and flicking tongue and groaned when the breath from her dear friend drifted against her wetness, followed immediately by the first slight tingle of Missy's tongue against her wet slit. Beside herself with ecstasy, Joanne's hands reached upward and grabbed Missy's hips, pulling them towards her until Missy's legs straddled her head, which now leaped up to allow her tongue to start licking Missy.

Rob watched the two girls locked in a 69 position until he could no longer stand it. He rose up and began undressing without taking his eyes off the scene before him. Slowly, he walked over to the pair and knelt down behind Missy, his knees sliding in between Missy's legs and Joanne's head. His hand gripped his penis and began to stroke the shaft slowly while inching the tip closer and closer to Missy's cunt.

Missy's hands gently parted Joanne's pubic hair and labia as her tongue alternately played against the clitoris then drove deep into the vagina below her. She felt Joanne's hands pulling on her hips and she readily moved into position over her face. As she worked her tongue faster and deeper, she felt Joanne's tongue doing the same to her. She could tell Joanne was nearing orgasm and it prompted her to increase her pace.

She suddenly became aware of something hard pressing against her cunt and opened her eyes to see Rob had moved from his seat. She closed her eyes once more, relieved with the knowledge that the object behind her was Rob's penis. She pushed backwards against it and felt it enter her. She, too, was nearing orgasm.

Joanne felt Rob's knees force themselves against her head and opened her eyes to see him manipulating his hard cock towards Missy. She watched as she saw the tip disappear into her friend and the shaft follow. When the shaft worked itself out of Missy's vagina, and Joanne saw the wet juices covering it, she closed her eyes and raised her head once more. She was coming now and her hips started to buck violently against the actions of Missy's tongue.

Rob was furiously fucking Missy when he felt Joanne's lips gliding over his balls and her tongue greedily lick his cock whenever it emerged from Missy's cunt. He had become so excited watching the two girls that he felt himself coming already. He drove his dick into Missy harder and within a couple of seconds, it was over.

As his half-hard dick slipped out of Missy, he felt Joanne's mouth encircle it, sucking wildly, trying desperately to relieve it of any cum that may be remaining within. He was so sensitive at the tip that the mere touch of Joanne's tongue against it sent shivers through his body. He moved backwards, pulling his cock from her mouth, and watched his sperm dribble out of Missy's cunt.

He watched as Joanne's head leapt back to its previous spot between Missy's legs and her tongue began to lap at the dripping sperm, while her hips raised off the floor and stiffened. He knew she was climaxing and, from the looks of it, Missy was not far behind. He crawled back to his chair and sat down, waiting for it all to come to an end, wishing it would not.

Missy was on the verge of climax when she felt Rob's cock soften and pull out of her. She was about to plead with him to put it back in when she felt Joanne's tongue once more on her vagina. The thought of her friend licking Rob's cum from her pussy brought Missy to a new high and she started to moan, almost in unison with Joanne, as she neared orgasm. The loud cries of Joanne when she came put the finishing touches on Missy's own orgasm and she came within seconds of her partner.

Exhausted, she collapsed on top of Joanne and lie there, attempting to regain both her breath and composure. After a few minutes rest, she began to feel her friend stir beneath her and she rolled over and sat upright on the floor. She stared down at Joanne and saw Joanne's eyes looking at hers. Neither said a word to each other as Joanne propped herself up to a sitting position using her elbows for support.

"Oh, man," Rob said, "This was one helluva night. And don't either one of you tell me you didn't have a good time. I've never seen anyone have an orgasm as good as each of you had. What a sight."

Joanne looked strangely at Rob then got up off the floor, gathered her dress in one hand and went into the bathroom. Moments later she returned to the living room, fully clothed and obviously freshened up a bit. She sat down in the chair and looked at Missy still sitting on the floor.

"Missy, get Joanne and yourself another drink. I think you both need it." Rob said. He watched Missy as she left the room to carry out his order. The sight of her cute little ass fascinated him and he couldn't take his eyes off of it until she was no longer in view. He looked back over to Joanne and noticed that she, too, was watching Missy walk away.

"Joanne, I don't know how to thank you for coming over tonight." Rob shrugged his shoulders as he spoke. Joanne just stared at Rob. His remark was so mechanical, as though she had just finished helping Missy wash his socks or something. It bothered her that he viewed the action that had just taken place as her doing a friend a favor. Sure, she had sex with a few guys before - even given a couple of them blow jobs, but never had she had such an orgasm. She was mystified as to how she could have such an orgasm by having sex with another woman.

She kept staring at Rob trying to think of something to say. She could never tell him, or anyone else for that matter, that she had enjoyed going 69 with another girl. Luckily, Missy returned to the room and offered her a Coke, breaking the tension between her and Rob and letting her off the hook for not being able to reply to him. She gulped down the pop and set the empty glass on the coffee table across from her. She waited until Missy finished hers then looked over to Rob again.

"Is that it for tonight, Rob? Would you mind if Missy took me home now? I really am exhausted." It was the first words she spoke since shortly before Missy had started to kiss her.

"No, not at all. I understand. Just let me thank you again for coming." Rob felt awkward talking to Joanne and wasn't quite sure what to say. What does one say to a girl who helped her best friend out of a jam by letting her lick her cunt while he watched? Words failed him. He turned to Missy, who was already standing, and told her to take Joanne home. He waited until Missy had gotten dressed and was about to go out the door and then kissed her forehead and told her to call him when she got safely home.

The two girls stared out the windshield during the drive to Joanne's. The were so locked up in their individual thoughts, even the loud, obnoxious radio announcer advertising the drag races on Sunday could not break their trance. Missy, faced with the reality and guilt of what had occurred tonight, did not know what to say and worried about her long-time friendship with Joanne. Joanne, on the other hand, was going over the events of the evening in her mind and attempting to rationalize her feelings about what had taken place. Neither spoke until Missy turned the car onto the short street where Joanne lived.

"Look, Joanne, I'm really sorry for dragging you into this." She said while her hands tightly gripped the steering wheel and her eyes remained glued to the road ahead. "I just don't know what to say except, I'm sor ....

Her apology was interrupted by Joanne's hand patting hers.

"Please, don't say anything, Missy. You don't have to apologize for anything. I agreed to do it, knowing full well what I was getting myself into. I just need some time to myself to get my head straight. Please don't say anymore about it, Okay?"

"Okay, Joanne." Missy replied as she pulled up in front of Joanne's house. She watched as Joanne got out of the car and, without another word, walked up to the house and went inside.

During the short drive to her house, Missy was overcome by guilt over her role in bringing Joanne into this situation. She wondered how she would ever be able to look Joanne in the eye again. She began to cry as she pondered the reality that she may be losing the best friend she ever had.

When she entered the house, Missy found that her father had already gone to bed and her mother was sound asleep on the couch, TV on, waiting for her return. She woke her mother up and kissed her good night before going into the kitchen for a late night snack. When she returned to the living room, her mother had already gone upstairs to bed. Missy sat down on the couch and picked up the phone to call Rob.

Rob's voice on the other end of the phone seemed unusually subdued to Missy. She started probing him in an attempt to find out what was bothering him. He responded by telling her he loved her and how much he enjoyed the night. His voice then became low and his breathing labored as he started to explain his feelings as he watched the two girls making love. Within a short time he confessed that he was lying in bed masturbating as he talked to her now.

He described in exacting detail just what his hand was doing at the moment and Missy urged him on by relaying her feelings while engaged in sex with Joanne. Before long, she heard the unmistakable sounds of Rob having an orgasm. She herself was on the verge of one and she looked down to find her fingers furiously pumping in and out of her pussy. She hung up the phone, laid her head back and continued to masturbate while thinking about Joanne and the night's events.

MISSY Part 5

Two weeks have gone by since Missy's session with Joanne and during that time things have been pretty much normal between Rob and her. Oh, she was still serving as Rob's slave. There was no mistaking that. It was always Rob decision on what sexual activity they would engage in and how they went about it. She had no say in the matter.

By now, the term "normal" meant she had not been forced to participate in any group activities. Rob still found new ways to humiliate and degrade her, though. His latest thing was having her expose herself to strangers or in public, such as hiking her dress up to her waist, leaving her legs and shaven twat completely naked, whenever they stopped for gas. It seemed to take the station attendant hours to clean the windshield when she was forced to show him her pussy. At other times he would have her sit in the car with the top of her dress open and bare breasts exposed to anyone passing by.

Another way Rob got his kicks was by fondling her breasts and ass in public. When they went to a restaurant, for example, he would sit at the table and massage her nipple through the dress and in plain view of the other diners. The effect was that both her nipples got erect and poked at the dress she was wearing. It was obvious to everyone in the place that she wore no bra. When they would leave the restaurant, Rob would always have his open hand on her ass and massage it as they walked through the dining room floor.

On one occasion he slid his hand up her back without relieving the pressure and her dress was pulled up above her bottom. If she complained about these actions, she was sure to be spanked later. Yes, there was no doubting her position in their relationship.

Her period of servitude was rapidly coming to an end, though. It should have ended sooner, but Rob had insisted that the 30 days consist of 30 days of her serving him rather than 30 consecutive days. After tonight, she will have fulfilled those 30 days of slavery and once again become a free woman.

As she looked back on it, she realized she had actually enjoyed being Rob's slave. For one thing, she learned a great deal about sex. She had never imagined the pleasure that could be derived just by properly stimulating the right part of her body or mind.

She thought about what sex would be like once she was no longer a slave and couldn't imagine it being quite as exciting. She could never bring herself to do some of the things she had done if it were not for her pledge to obey Rob's orders, and yet, for the most part, she had gotten enormous pleasure from doing them. Her only regret thus far was bringing Joanne into it.

Since that night they were together at Rob's, Joanne had avoided her. Missy phoned her a few times after the incident and her mother would always answer and make some excuse why Joanne couldn't talk. In frustration she had given up trying to call.

At school, Joanne avoided even the slightest contact with her. It had begun to bother Missy terribly. One day, as she was at her locker in school, she was approached by Mary who asked how she and Rob were doing. She answered politely, blushing as she did so, and asked her how she and Bill were getting along. She was shocked to learn that Mary no longer dated Bill and that, in fact, had a slave of her own now.

Mary reached into her purse, withdrew a handful of pictures and handed them to Missy. Missy looked at the pictures slowly, absorbing every little detail. They were all pictures of Mary and her new slave. Missy was surprised, but not shocked, to see that Mary's slave was another girl. Each of the pictures showed Mary in various positions while her slave, who always seemed to have her back to the camera, was servicing some part of Mary's body with her mouth and tongue.

When she got to the last picture, Missy was stunned. It was a close-up of Mary's twat with her slave's tongue licking feverishly. The slave's face was clearly shown and it was none other than Joanne. Mary saw the stunned look on Missy's face and explained that it was Joanne who had approached her with the idea of becoming her sex slave.

Missy wanted to know more of the details, but the school bell rang and they had to scurry back to class. For the rest of the day, Missy thought about her friend, Joanne, and the pictures Mary had shown her. Since that day she had not attempted to talk to Joanne.

Lately Mary's thoughts were almost exclusively focused on tonight. Since it was to be the last day of the agreement, Rob had set up something "special" for them. It seems he had been talking to his boss about sex slaves and found out that his boss and his wife were into it big time. They belonged to a club that met at their house once a month for the purpose of "training" their slaves. Rob told his boss about his situation and he was quickly invited to attend the next meeting. After explaining that Missy was slightly under age and that it would be impossible to attend if any members of the group knew Missy or parents, Rob was assured that his boss would check and if anyone did know her, he would tell him so and they would be excused. As her luck would have it, nobody in the club had even heard of Missy or her family and Rob graciously accepted the invitation.

The scary part was that Missy was to be the center of attention at this month's meeting and had to be put through an initiation of sorts. As Rob explained, she would be turned over to his boss's wife for the evening and would have to obey her from then on. She shivered at the thought of what may happen to her that night and quickly changed her thoughts back to Rob, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get tonight off her mind.

At the time when she had first agreed to become Rob's sex slave, Missy had no idea that there were so many people involved in this "dark side of sex". The thought of there being a whole club devoted to the practice of it amazed her and this business of Joanne actually wanting to become a slave was overwhelming.

Two months ago Missy considered sex slaves as something foreign, women belong to a Sheik's harem or to a rich oriental warlord. As the days went by she came to realize that there were probably millions of people across the world who practiced such behavior. What she once considered to be perverted, was now a perfectly acceptable sexual activity.

The fact that she had entered into this fraternity of slaves, and actually became aroused by it, no longer caused her to wonder about her mental state. She accepted her position and vowed to finish her commitment to Rob. The end result would be well worth the mental anguish she had been put through.

She studied herself in the mirror and made some last minute adjustments to her hair. Rob insisted she go all out to look good tonight and she obliged. The new hairstyle suggested by the beautician made her look sultry and beyond her years, as did the red lipstick she wore.

The new dress, colored to match her lipstick, fitted her perfectly and clung to her body revealing every curve.

For the first time in a long while she was wearing stockings and she admired them and the way they made her legs look. The stockings were held in place by a garter belt that she had spent an entire day looking for, not to mention a good part of her allowance to buy.

She remembered the sales clerk at the lingerie store trying to get her to buy the sheer white panties which matched the belt and her reaction when Missy told her that she would not be needing panties. She giggled to herself recalling the shocked expression on the clerk's face and how deliciously evil she felt as she left the store wiggling her ass a la Marilyn Monroe. She felt so mature, so confident and worldly that day. She wished she felt that way now. Seeing herself in the mirror helped her regain some of that confidence, but the uncertainty of what lie in store for her later made her stomach knot.

She heard the doorbell ring and looked up at the clock. Seven p.m., exactly. "The appointed hour," she said to under her breath, miffed at Rob's obsession to punctuality. One last spray of cologne and she left the bedroom and went down the stairs to the living room expecting to make a grand entrance and wowing Rob and her parents. Instead, the room was empty.

She called out Rob's name and her mother replied that he was on the back porch talking to her father and that he said he would be in shortly. She started towards the back door, but her mother abruptly told her to leave the men alone, that they were discussing "manly" things. Her mother's voice made it sound as though they were discussing some tribal rite or something.

She wondered what they could be talking about as she peered through the window at the two men sitting across from each other. It appeared as though Rob was doing all the talking while her father only occasionally nodded his head or made a quick remark in reply. The men finally stood up and shook hands, Missy's father's arm went around Rob's shoulders as they made their way back into the house.

Missy dashed back to the foot of the stairway and she pretended as though she had just came down when the men walked in. They stopped dead in their tracks when they noticed her standing there.

Her father whistled at her as Rob just stared, the smile on his face revealing his pride over her appearance. Missy smiled back at the men. Their approval of the way she looked made her once again feel good about herself.

Her mother wedged herself between the two men and her fingertips went to lips as she looked at her daughter. Missy noticed her mother's eyes beginning to fill with tears.

"Well, what do ya' think?" She asked as she spun around. Rob answered "Great!," while her parents remained silent.

"Your little girl is all grown up now." She said, looking directly at her mother.

"I guess you have. You look terrific, sweetheart." Her mother replied, dabbing the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief.

"We gotta' get going," Rob interrupted, "I made the reservations for 8 and I'd like to get there a little early."

Missy waved good-bye to her parents as she walked down front porch steps to the car. Rob leaped in front of her and held the door open for her, the first time he had done that since their first date. He whistled when her dress rode up her legs, exposing the top of her stockings and the garters attached, as she slid into the seat. Seconds later, the car was on its way and Missy once again felt the knots in her stomach.

As she waited for Rob to open the door for her, Missy looked at the house. She had expected some dark old mansion hidden in the midst of trees and at the end of some old dirt road. She had envisioned dozens of cars parked around the front with their owner's laughter coming from inside the house. Instead, the house was like any other in town.

It was, perhaps, a little larger than most, though not noticeably larger, and seemed to be what one would expect a house which raised a family in everyday suburbia to look like. Neatly landscaped lawn with a small white fence around its perimeter, well maintained flower bed from which sprouted early summer's blooms, tidy driveway with only one car parked in front of the garage door.

She envisioned the home's inhabitants meticulously grooming and trimming the lawn on weekends, waving to the neighbors as they drove by. She got out of the car and held Rob's arm as he led her up the walk to the front door.

"Good evening, Rob. I've heard so much about you from Ed that I'd recognize you anywhere. And this must be Missy?" The woman answering the door spoke cheerfully, as though greeting new guests to her Bridge club. She was definitely older than Missy, but not quite as old as her parents, Missy surmised. She, too, was made up as though going out to a fancy dinner, but she wore a long, floor length, white cotton robe which buttoned down the front and hung loosely from her shoulders.

"Good evening, Mrs. Marston. Nice to meet you. Ed's talked a great deal about you, too." Rob replied, equally cheerful, "Yes, this is Missy." He gently pulled Missy up to the door, between Mrs. Marston and himself.

"Oh, and a sweet thing she is. Come in, come in." The woman urged as she took Missy's elbow and led her into the house. "But mind your manners tonight, Rob. Tonight I am Sheila, not Mrs. Marston. I shall be addressing you as 'Sir' from now on."

Missy stood nervously as Rob corrected himself and called the smiling hostess Sheila. She looked around her surroundings and noticed that no other guests appeared to arrive yet.

"We'd better get you ready, Missy," Mrs. Marston said as she tugged Missy's arm toward the stairway, "the members will be arriving shortly."

Missy followed Mrs. Marston up the stairs and into a rather large bedroom, complete with a king sized bed and its own bath. As she looked around, Missy was astonished at the number of mirrors in the room. Her initial reaction was to think of how vain the Marston's must be, then she realized they were placed in positions that enabled the occupants of the bed a view of themselves from all angles. She gazed upward and saw the mirrored ceiling above the bed and she envisioned herself making love to Rob in such an atmosphere.

"Let's go, dear," Mrs. Marston said as she clapped her hands together. "You'd better get undressed. The guests will be here at any moment."

Missy momentarily froze then started to take off her clothes, laying them in a neatly folded stack across the bed. Mrs. Marston had scurried into the bathroom and Missy heard her rummaging through the cabinets and the water start to run.

"I assume you bathed just before you came?", Mrs. Marston shouted from the other room.

"Yes, I did."

"And douche?"

"Yes." Missy replied again, blushing at the intimacy of the question. She had finished undressing and stood completely naked at the foot of the bed waiting for whatever it was that would come next.

Mrs. Marston emerged from the bathroom with one hand carrying a large, bloated, rubber bag with a long hose connected to it. In her other hand she held the end of the hose, with its hard plastic tip, and a jar of Vaseline. She walked briskly over to Missy, obviously concerned about the time.

"What's that?" Missy asked as she stepped backward, frightened by the appearance of the strange apparatus.

"Why, it's an enema bag, dear. One must always have an enema before the party. It makes you feel really clean and helps prevent any embarrassing situations during the party. Let's go, now. Time's a wasting. Just kneel down at the foot of the bed there and lay your body across the mattress."

Slowly, Missy lowered herself to her knees and draped her upper body across the bed, her reddened face buried in the soft quilt. She felt Mrs. Marston's one hand spread her cheeks while a finger of the other hand began to spread the Vaseline around the rim of her opening, periodically darting into the tender bud to lubricate her inside as well as out.

The finger was replaced by the hardness of the plastic nozzle and she soon felt the warm liquid begin to fill her bowels. As she knelt there, she listened as Mrs. Marston explained the need for an enema again. She turned her head to the side and immediately saw her reflection in the mirror. The image of her, kneeling and exposed, being tended to by an older woman, both, humiliated and excited her.

She buried her face back into the bed coverings but the image remained etched in her mind. She started to get very nervous as the more experienced women explained how, during the course of the evening, her ass would be used as a target for many delightful things and it was imperative that she be clean, lest she soil the instruments.

Though Mrs. Marston spoke in kind, gentle tones, the subject matter frightened Missy immensely. She felt her bowels being stretched to their limit by the invading liquid and knew she would not be able to hold much more. Just as she was about to plead with Mrs. Marston to stop the flow, she felt the nozzle being removed and Mrs. Marston tell her to go relieve herself, and to be sure to clean herself thoroughly when she was finished. She ran to the bathroom and did just that.

When Missy returned to the bedroom, Mrs. Marston was holding up a plain red cotton cape. She held it up against Missy and, satisfied it was the right size, laid it neatly on the bed. She went to the dresser and retrieved a bottle, unscrewing the cap and pouring some of the lotion it contained into her palm, as she walked back to Missy. She gingerly began to rub the oil into Missy's flesh, telling Missy how pretty she was and how she envied her and the pleasures she was about to receive tonight.

Missy stood erect, legs slightly spread, while Mrs. Marston spread the shimmering oil onto her, starting with the shoulders and working down across her breasts. As Mrs. Marston's fingers gently kneaded the oil into her nipples, Missy felt them begin to harden. The hand continued spreading the oil until there was no part of Missy's body that wasn't shining, including the area between her legs and buttocks. Missy watched the process in the mirror and noticed that the oil made her skin appear metallic, shimmering in the light, while not leaving an oily film.

"I see you have already started on your summer tan, Missy." Mrs. Marston commented, pointing to the slight tan lines left my Missy's bikini. "This will never do, however. You should be either tan all over or white all over. A slave's body must never give any indication of being covered or inaccessible to her master. You should either find a place where you can sunbathe in the altogether or keep yourself out of the sun."

"Oh, I didn't know that." Missy replied.

"One more thing," Mrs. Marston started to say then rose up and walked back to the dresser. She opened the drawer and removed what appeared to be leather dog collars. She went back to Missy and stood directly in front of her as she continued.

"I will be your mistress tonight. You must always address me as 'Mistress'. Rob is your master and you will always address and refer to him as 'Master'. The other masters and mistresses will be referred to as either 'Sir' or 'madam', whatever the case may be. Although Mr. Marston is my master, I am sometimes given the honor of being mistress to the other slaves. Tonight is one of those occasions and I am looking forward to it."

"And what do I call the slaves?" Missy asked. The frown on Mrs. Marston's face made her add "Mistress".

"You will NOT, I repeat, NOT talk to the slaves at any time. In fact, you must not speak to anyone, including masters and mistresses, unless it is to answer a question or to ask permission to do so. Is that understood."

"Yes, Mistress"

"Good! Now let's get these on and get downstairs."

Missy stood there while Mrs. Marston fastened the collars to each of her wrists and ankles as well as one around her neck. They were all identical except for size - plain black leather with a small chrome ring sewn into them where one would normally attach a leash.

When they were in place, Mrs. Marston slipped the cape around Missy's shoulders and buttoned the one button on the neck, making sure the collar was not covered. The cape was very full and reached her knees, but when she walked, Missy suspected, it would not offer much protection due to the entire front being completely open. She watched nervously as Mrs. Marston stepped back and appraised her appearance.

"Excellent," she stated with obvious pleasure, "Are you ready for your grand entrance?"

Missy's knees began to shake when she realized that the time had come for her introduction to the members of the club. While she was being prepared, she heard the doorbell ring numerous times and she surmised there was a large crowd gathered downstairs. She had always been uncomfortable being the center of attention in a room and now she was about to be displayed to group of older men and women, stripped naked and forced to participate in lewd and degrading acts while they watched. Her stomach tightened and she was just about to back down.

"Yes, Mistress," she replied. Mrs. Marston went to her dresser and took a short chain from the drawer. It was similar to the chains used as a dog leash, only shorter - 3 feet in length. She clipped one end onto the collar around Missy's neck and gently tugged on the other end.

"Let's go then," she said as she left the room, towing her charge behind her.

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