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Patty's Story Patty's Story by LewdLucy 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".
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"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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