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Patty 1/4
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Patty's Story by LewdLucy
Part 1 of 4
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She was visibly shaken. "Blue" she heard the
words come out of her mouth, "light blue." She
had said it without conscious effort, The words
came out just as natural as you please as she
sat with cheeks showing a red glow of
embarrassment of her self betrayal. Patty felt
the nipples harden, she had large nipples
disproportionate to her small mousy tits. When
Patty was aroused, they would turn into fat
brown little nubs, as hard as jelly beans. And
they stuck out embarrassingly now.
"What!", Norm snapped.
"I said blue." her voice quivered a little, a
slight tremble from fear and shame.
"Look, when I ask a question, you answer it in
the context of the question. otherwise, I won't
be interested enough to play the little games
you want to have played with you." "Do you
understand?" as he spoke, his voice took on an
impatient sternness.
"Yes.... yes" she stammered.
"No you don't." "If I ask if you understand,
you say 'yes, I understand', get it...If I ask
you what color panties you have on, you say 'I'm
wearing blue panties'...that's how it works."
Do you think you can handle that?"
"Yes" she answered evenly, lowering her eyes, "I
can handle that"
"Good,..lets practice...."
"What color panties are you wearing?"
"I'm wearing light blue panties"
"Are you getting turned on?"
"Yes, I'm very turned on. I don't know why.
How can you know I'm this way?"
"Is you pussy getting wet?"
"Yes, I think my pussy's wet."
"You think?" "Put you hand under the table and
work it into you pants until you can feel your
little pussy."
Not believing she was doing it, Patty forced her
hand down the front of her slacks, looking
around terrified at discovery. Finally reaching
her cunt, finding the cleft soaking with her
oily lube. Her entire slit was coated with her
slick slime. "Yes, my pussy is soaked." she
whispered, still not looking up to his eyes.
She pushed her finger as deep inside her slit as
her position would allow, getting the finger as
wet as she could get it and wetting her hand on
the top of her slit.
"Take your finger out and show me Patty." Norm
was no longer speaking. Now each time he spoke
it was a command. Just a slightly different
inflection, but staggeringly different in
Patty's ears.
She carefully brought her hand out of her slacks
protecting the wetness on her finger. Like a
little girl playing show and tell, she held the
finger out for him to see the white pasty lube.
"What does it smell like Patty?"
Patty squirmed a little in her chair. It was a
welcome torment. She could not understand why
this humiliating treatment was feeding some
craving deep inside her, but she gave herself to
it, raising her finger to just under her nose,
she inhaled as deeply as she could.
Getting into the mood being set, she met his
eyes then lowered hers. "It smells nasty." "It
smells like my pussy when I need to take a
bath." "It's very embarrassing to smell this
way".
"I really stink."
"Well if it's so dirty , clean it off...but look
at me while you do it."
Patty looked up, there was not doubt in her mind
how she was to clean it. This was not a job for
a napkin or a trip to the washroom. Holding his
stare she brought the nasty finger to her lips.
Pursing her lips it looked like she was
resisting her own movements, which served to
force a light coating of the thick whitish juice
to cover her lips on the way into her mouth.
She held the finger in her mouth for a few
seconds, making sure the effect of her obedience
registered on both of them before removing it.
Finally, glowing red mortification, she pushed
her chair back and started to rise. "Where are
you going?" Norm asked in his tormenting
fashion.
"I..I have to go the ladies room."
"Why"
She looked at him, wondering just how far she
would allow herself to be embarrassed, How far
either of them would take it. She was beginning
to regret letting go in the slightest. Now it
was like a bottle that couldn't be re-corked,
she was painfully embarrassed at answering. "I
have to pee"
"You have to piss you mean" Norm said it with
almost a sneer. "Little ladies say pee,...
little slaves say piss" "Say pisssssssss
Patty". He was testing her. Seeing if she
would set a boundary. Making it apparent, that
she was to give up all dignities.
Patty, shocked at the finding there were no
apparent limits in her mind hissed her reply
"Yes, I have to pissssss.", "May I go?".
"Not now, lets get out of here. I'm not sure
what else I'll want to do to you tonight.". For
now, be thankful I didn't make you piss right
there in your chair.
Norm, stood, left enough money for the check and
started for the door. Patty, her cheeks
burning, got up and followed him out the door.
Mortified at realizing others around them may
have heard them, and feeling as though a
thousand eyes were watching her, and that
everyone knew what she had allowed to happen.
Cunt juice was literally oozing down through the
panel of her light blue panties and soaking the
crotch of her jeans. She imagined she could
smell it, then realized she had wiped cunt juice
on her lips earlier. As they passed through the
door, she sneaked her tongue onto her lips and
licked the residue, surprising herself with her
secret nastiness.
At thirty two years old, Patty had resigned
herself to her life as a plain Jane. Mousy in
appearance, skinny with small breasts, her large
brown nipples were her only pronounce feature.
And Patty being the modest and private person
she had been most of her life enjoyed knowing
how pronounced they were now as they left the
restaurant. She vowed silently to herself to
put herself in situations of exposing her little
nubs now that she understood her need for this
strange pleasure she received from intrusions
against what she could still only consider her
inner modesty.
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