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Rosie
Part 5
I turned to leave, my gut churning with the thought of how I could
approach Annabelle and Georgia with Maria's panties over my face and my
15 hour erection outlined clearly in my silky pyjama bottoms. I felt a
combination of fear and excitement, and it was only the fact that Rosie
had commanded me that it made it possible to go through with it.
"Wait!" Rosie's voice drifted languidly to the door, like the smoke from
her cigarette. "I've got another present for you."
It was another clothes box, with the same pale blue ribbon. I could see
the maker's logo, "Silken Domination." "Open it," Rosie ordered. "I want
you to try this on for size."
Inside the box was a curious garment. It was made of a stretchy rubber-
like material in black. It was somewhat like a girl's swimsuit, with
shoulder straps, although the back had a tightening lace, and there was
a white rubber ruff all around the waist. As I struggled to put it on, I
realised that the rear shape had a thong back, so my buttocks were
completely exposed, while the thong exerted pressure on my plug. While I
had, to some extent, become used to my anal intruder, this somehow
managed to re-emphasise its presence.
Worse still, there was a rubber-reinforced circular hole at the front,
through which Molly threaded my rampant erection and aching hairless
balls. The latex ruff flopped above my erection, without providing
enough cover to hide it.
As Molly tightened the corset arrangement at the back, trimming my
waist, I noticed that the front was somewhat shaped, giving me the
appearance of a modest bust.
"Let me look at you." Rosie clicked round me on her sky high stilettos;
inspecting the tight lacing, gently brushing a hand over my smooth
hairless buttocks. She came round to stand in front of me. As her hand
reached over to stroke my cheek, I noticed that her long nails were
immaculately polished in the same emerald green as her bustier. "Unka
Dwoo, this becomes you." She dragged a nail gently, slowly over my
erection. "This becomes you well. This is your standard daily uniform
from now on, at least when no one else is in the house." She fixed me
with a long stare, forestalling my protests. She lightly encircled my
member with her hand, and, gentler than a butterfly's kiss, masturbated
me. Just three strokes. Not enough for anything. Enough to seal my
lifelong devotion.
Moving her hand down to cup my balls, she squeezed them. "It pleases me
to do this. You please me," she whispered.
In another of her abrupt changes of mood, she turned away, towards the
bed. "Maria, enough lazing about. Time to teach Dwoo to curtsey."
While I was stammering a protest, Maria emerged from the four poster,
completely naked.
"Yes, curtesy," Rosie stated flatly, brooking no argument. "You must
curtesy on entering and leaving a room. And to each female in the room.
Is that understood? I wish it. I command it."
There followed a completely surreal half hour, Rosie and Molly sat in
the four poster bed, sipping tea and carrying on a running commentary,
while an overweight, now completely bald, middle-aged man dressed in a
rubberised maid/swimsuit/corset with his buttocks and erect member on
full display and a pair of used panties over his face was schooled in
the niceties of the curtsey by a totally naked Brazilian goddess.
When at last Maria was happy that I had mastered the art, I was
instructed to demonstrate.
I faced the bed, lightly put one foot in front of the other, brought
both hands up to my ruff, which I held between thumb and forefinger, and
bobbed.
"Good morning Miss Rosie. How may I serve you? Good morning Miss Molly,
how may I serve you?"
"Good morning, Dwoosila. I'm busy. But Maria needs your service."
And Rosie was busy. From the glazed look on Molly's face, and the small
movements under the sheets, I deduced that Rosie was busy indeed,
frotting the redheaded girl.
"Good morning Miss Maria, how may I serve you?"
Something had clearly excited the Brazilian beauty. Whether it was the
sight of her girlfriend being pleasured by her mentor, or the thrill of
commanding and humiliating an older male, I do not know, but Maria
glistened. Her nipples stood erect on her wonderful breasts, while a
telltale trail traced a path from her shaven pussy down her golden
thighs.
"Well, pantymaid, I would like you to lie down on this rug. I am going
to sit on your face."
Being queened by a Brazilian princess was unlike how I imagined it would
be. I was wearing Maria's panties over my face, so I was familiar with
her wonderful scent. But it also meant that I could not participate very
actively. I could push my tongue against its silken cage, but not
directly contact her flesh.
And despite her panther looks, she was surprisingly restrained,
controlling the pressure on her most sensitive parts by small circular
motions of her hips and thighs, using my chin and nose to provide
stimulation. She was considerate, too, allowing me the opportunity to
breathe, although this became more and more difficult as she slowly
increased the pressure as she worked up to orgasm. This was an
experienced rider, and the lessons she had learned in the stables had
translated well to more advanced erotic adventures.
To my surprise, after she had peaked, she continued to ride my face, the
pace slowing as she enjoyed a series of diminishing aftershocks. And
while she was still softly grinding away, I felt other hands touching my
organ, not to stimulate, but to add a new garment, another humiliation.
At last Maria rolled away, sated. As she crawled towards the bed, she
whispered in my ear, "Very good, my pantymaid. We will do that again
very soon."
I looked up through the glistening haze of Maria's fluids to see Molly
and Rosie kneeling on the rug, grinning.
"Ah there you are, Nunkie. You took your time," Rosie said in her
haughtiest tone. "I'd like to introduce you to little Drusilla."
I looked down to see my genitals dressed in a miniature version of my
outfit. A rubberised corset sleeve encased my penis, with a rubber ring
holding it firm below the head. My balls were lifted and separated by
holes in the rubber, giving an appearance like my thong-backed buttocks,
and a white rubber ruff ran the around the base, above the balls,
partially but not completely covering them. Underneath and around the
root was a strong rubber ring, which held the entire sheath in place. It
also appeared to prevent my erection from going down.
"Isn't she sweet!" exclaimed, chuckling. "Two little rubber maids."
"Mini maid," added Rosie, clearly delighted. "She won't be bothering
anyone. Even Georgie is going to like her." I shrank back. Georgie!
Molly and Maria were lovely to me. Rosie, although very volatile, was
often kind to me; besides I adored her. But Annabelle intimidated me,
and Georgie scared me.
I was trying to gather my scattered wits. To find some way of pushing
back against the avalanche that was taking away my control. But I was
too weak, crushed by my own self pity, the overwhelming lust that
coursed through my body and the indomitable will of Rosie and her girls.
I also knew that chemicals were being steadily released into me by the
accursed drug plug, which I suspected were contributing to my fear,
confusion and heightened sexual excitement.
"I think you are ready to serve Miss Annabelle and Miss Georgie now,"
Rosie commanded, again using her haughtiest tone. Once again I was given
no opportunity to protest. "Bella will take white tea, strong, while Gee
Gee will have a strong black coffee. After you have served them, you
have an hour to complete laundry duties. We will all meet up at 12:00
for a house meeting. Dismissed!"
Without a further glance, Rosie turned back to the bed, where Maria and
Molly were cuddled up in a post orgasmic haze. As I remembered to
curtsey at the door, unnoticed, I heard Rosie's voice. "My turn now.
Who's first?"
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