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Rosie
Part 4
I woke the next morning with a series of unusual sensations.
I had slept on a shaggy rug in a silky garment designed to stimulate and
torment me. My skin felt as if it were new, smooth and highly sensitive.
My bed was occupied by two beautiful young ladies who had spent the night
in a passionate embrace, and lay now asleep, entangled and spent. My
erection, which had persisted through the night, was trapped in a silken
cage, while my back passage was penetrated by a constant reminder that my
will was no longer my own.
I put on a dressing gown and went downstairs to the sitting room. It was
chucking it down outside, one of those late August reminders that winter
was around the corner. No one would be riding today. Still somewhat
dazed, I pottered about, clearing away riding boots, the glasses from the
evening's drinks and Rosie's jade cigarette holder. I had done the dishes
the night before while Rosie was having her private chat with the girls.
I began to wonder what that was all about, but the effect of my silky
pyjamas on my newly sensitised skin and the ever present stimulation of
the plug made it hard to gather my wits.
I made a pot of tea, knowing that Rosie would appreciate the gesture. On
further thought, I added two more cups, and went up to Rosie's room. I
knocked on the door, and was answered with a curt, "Wait!" I waited for
several minutes outside, feeling increasingly foolish. I could hear some
giggles and squeaks and eventually a further command, "Enter!"
Rosie's room was in a state of disarray. Rosie's suitcase was half
unpacked and various items of lingerie were strewn around. Some objects
that looked like sex toys were also lying about, with some sinister
looking leather harnesses. Handcuffs drooped from each corner of the four
poster bed, which contained Molly and Maria hiding, giggling, under the
duvet. Rosie was standing by the window in a diaphanous robe which barely
concealed her basque, suspenders and stockings, all emerald green, and a
pair of immensely high heeled red shoes.
She was smoking through another lengthy cigarette holder, and had already
made her face up. She was so beautiful.
"I brought you some tea, Rosie."
"That's Miss Rosie to you, naughty Nunkie," giggled Molly from under the
bed.
"Spunky Nunkie," countered Maria, with another peal of laughter.
"Miss Rosie," I stammered. Rosie showed no sign of being amused. She
curled her lip.
"That will do Dwoo. Laundry duties this morning."
The giggles from the bed increased, as Molly and Maria both started
singing a doowop harmony: "Doo dwoo, doo dwoo duties." Rosie continued to
look at me, eyebrows raised, her six inch tapping the floor in
impatience.
I remembered the game. Flustered, I managed to blurt out the old refrain.
"Please Miss Rosie, may I wash your panties?"
"Oh Unka Dwoo, if you must," Rosie sighed, "if you must. But I think you
must ask Miss Molly and Miss Maria too. Miss Annabelle and Miss Georgia
as well, I suppose."
This was a shock. I was now expected to call all the ladies in the house
"Miss." They had been promoted. My position in the house had taken a
lurch downwards.
"Please Miss Molly, may I wash your panties?" I muttered.
"Sorry, Dwooty, you'll have to speak up," Molly giggled.
"Please Miss Molly, may I wash your panties?" I tried again.
Molly affected the same bored accent as Rosie, but couldn't carry it off,
once again breaking into a peal of giggles. "But I'm still wearing them.
Better come here and get them. Still wearing them. No, not with your
hands. Your mouth. Still wearing them. That's it. Made it. Maid it."
Maria was openly laughing when I emerged from the bed with Molly's
panties in my mouth. "My turn now, Nunkle," she laughed. "Where are you,
maid?" Flushed and breathless, I tottered round to Maria's side of the
bed, Molly's panties still in my mouth. "What's wrong, Dwoofus, why are
you panting?" Maria and Molly both exploded with laughter. Gently, Maria
removed the panties from my mouth, held them to her nose and inhaled a
deep breath. "Ah! Mollyscent." By now even Rosie was laughing. "Panting!
Mollyscent!"
And then once again the tapping shoe. Stumblingly, I once again tried to
say the humiliating line. "Please, Maria, please may I wear your
panties?" Molly was now stuffing her face into the pillow, she was
laughing so hard. "Of course, of course you may." Maria took her juice-
drenched panties and fitted them snugly over my face, my eyes peering
desperately though the legholes, the scented gusset pressed against my
nose. "You may WEAR my panties. And because you forgot to call me Miss
Maria, you must wear them all day."
Rosie's face lit up with a broad smile.
"Very good, Maria. Very good indeed. Now Dwoo, I think you need to pay a
visit to Miss Georgie and Miss Annabelle."
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