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Rosie part 9
Molly trotted after me, her skyscraper heels clicking on the parquet of
the hallway. I opened the door to my bedroom for her.
Tossing her fiery curls imperiously, she looked at me as she swept into
the room.
"Right, Maid, it's time to get you out of your uniform and into
pyjamas."
Notwithstanding my recent humiliations, I was suffused with a fresh wave
of shame. I was not going to be able to get out of my skin tight costume
without Molly's help, and as for my "mini-Maid" outfit, it was extremely
personal. Of course Molly had been the one to assist Rosie in fitting
the cock corset on me, but her taking it off unsupervised seemed very
wrong.
My fears proved unfounded however, Molly maintaining a calm, if somewhat
amused demeanour as she undressed me.
"Before we put you back into pyjamas, I need to rub something on your
sore tushie," she giggled. "She's got a hell of a whack on her for a
littl'un. And she seems to like your bottom. I'd watch out for that one
if I was you!"
I lay face down on the bed as she rubbed some lotion on my pink cheeks.
"And that Ice Maiden seemed quite stoked up when her little friend was
giving you a larruping. First time I've ever seen her lose her cool like
that."
Molly's attentions were both welcome and exciting. When she instructed
me to roll over for my pyjama pants, my unclad erection poked straight
out at her. "We better get this packed away," she grinned, as she slid
the silky pink pyjamas up my legs. "I might be tempted to use this
fella, but Maria would be very cross with me."
As she tucked me in to the silken inner sleeve, her hands were still
slippery with moisturiser, and she seemed to enjoy taking her time over
it. When she was done, she moved forward to sit squarely on my
imprisoned hard on. "Maria wouldn't like me having this inside me, but
those silky pants mean that you can't, and I can have a little harmless
fun."
With that she started rocking back and forth on me, rubbing herself on
my silken erection. Her pretty Irish face beamed with a sort of innocent
pleasure, her wide green eyes now staring into the middle distance, now
looking down at me "Give my boobies a squeeze," she sang out, so I did,
tenderly cupping her freckled milky orbs. "Harder," she moaned. She
came, almost immediately. After looking down at me with a sweet smile,
she stopped her rocking movement.
I was glad she did, for I was very nearly ready to come myself, and I
found the thought very shaming.
"That was great" she said, with winning enthusiasm. "Mind you, I'm going
to be wanting to sit on your face next time. Maria loves doing that to
me, but she won't let me do it to her. And seeing my Maria have one
sitting on your face made me very horny, and a bit jealous."
She continued, flashing a huge smile. "And now you are under me, I
looking forward to you being under me!"
"We'll talk about your duties tomorrow. Fer now get yourself a nap.
You've to see the Gruesome Twosome at 6!"
Molly tucked me up in bed, and despite my raging erection, I did fall
asleep.
I was tormented with erotic nightmares - Rosie staring at me while
tapping her heel, Annabelle sitting on my neck, Georgie wielding the
crop - which became increasingly surreal, with Molly telling me that my
duties consist of her sitting on my face, Maria saying that I'm her
pantymaid, and worst of all, me dancing in my rubber maids outfit in
front of all the Mooneys, with Helene delaCroix telling them that I will
be a better ballerina when my clitoris has been shrunk.
I awoke in a cold sweat, to see Georgie dressed in a rubber parody of a
nurse's outfit looking down at me. "Ah, good, you're awake. Time for
your operation." I cringe back in fear.
She smiled, enigmatically. "No I mean examination."
"Come with me."
I followed Georgie down the hall and up the stairs, trying not to stare
at her perfect bottom rolling in the skin tight purple latex. She didn't
look back at me, but she definitely knew that I was looking. Her gait
became more exaggerated as we went upstairs. Half way up, she stopped
suddenly, and I teetered into her. It was deliberate, I was sure, but
under her stony gaze it was me that apologized. Rosie had taught these
girls well; I was literally wrong footed.
We went into the largest spare bedroom on the second floor. Annabelle
was waiting at a desk. During my afternoon nap the room appeared to have
been kitted out like a clinic. Despite my surprise, I remembered to
curtesy to Annabelle, who curtly responded to my, "Good afternoon, Miss
Annabelle, how may I serve you," with an instruction to disrobe.
The next hour was an extended series of humiliations. I was weighed, my
height, chest, waist, hip, legs and arms were closely measured. I was
fastened into a gynaecological chair, which Georgie cranked so that my
hips were raised and my legs spread apart. Annabelle briskly removed the
plug, which she placed into a machine next to the desk. "This analyses
your imbalances. And removes the waste, of course," Annabelle said.
"While it's drawing up the dosage for the next twenty four hours, I'm
going conduct a prostate exam."
I struggled to escape my bonds, but was quickly silenced by a fierce
look from Georgie. "Hush now. Be good for Rosie." She applied some
lubricant, and worked an anal probe inside me. It was larger than the
plug, and Georgie took her time, gently but insistently nudging it into
me a few millimetres before withdrawing it and commencing the process
again.
Her face carried a faint smile and a distant look, as if she were
somewhere else. She started muttering in Romanian, repeating a phrase
that sounded like "fatter booner. Eh oh fatter booner."
While Georgie was, effectively, violating me, Annabelle was attaching
electronic devices to various parts of my anatomy: a circlet around my
brow, bands around my wrists and ankles, and pads to my nipples. She
encased my cock and balls in some kind of pouch, and finally inserted
some earphones into my ears.
I could still hear, but some electronic sounds in the background had the
effect of echoing and amplifying what they were saying, which seemed to
fill my head. Over the steady refrain of Georgie's voice, which had
switched to English, "Good girl, that's a a good girl," Annabelle
explained that she had attached electrodes, which would calibrate my
sensitivity to pain and pleasure, while the circlet would induce a
trance state. "Very useful for Maria," she ended cryptically.
Eventually both Annabelle and Georgie had finished. I was bound to the
examination chair, my rectum fully penetrated by a probe, various
electronic devices attached to me, with my head filled with swishing
noises and amplified words and phrases from a sound loop of the various
words that they had been speaking.
"Good, girl, that's a good girl." "Calibrate your sensitivity to pain
and pleasure." "Very useful for Maria." "Fatter booner." Gradually the
volume turned down, so that I was barely aware of the distant humming in
my ears and head.
"Right," said Annabelle. "I'm going to alternate between pain and
pleasure on an increasing scale. Please don't speak unless you have to."
With that, she turned to her machine. Georgie quietly said, "Pain. One."
I felt an unpleasant tingling in the various parts of me that were wired
up. It was localised to those areas alone. Georgie's voice echoed around
my head. "Pain. One. Pain. One."
Georgie spoke again. "Pleasure. One." The tingling continued, at the
same level, but the mildly unpleasant sensations gave way to a slight
euphoria. I could feel myself growing erect within the pouch as
"Pleasure. One. Pleasure. One" resounded through me.
They continued, gradually ratcheting up the intensity. By the time we
had reached level four, the electrical nodes appeared to have joined up,
and I could feel currents coursing through me, at first increasing a
feeling of nausea, then spasms and dry retching. And then, as Georgie's
voice loop changed from "Pain. Four" to "Pleasure. Four," the spasms
continued with increasing ferocity as I skated along the edge of a
tumultuous orgasm.
Instead of a further step up, Annabelle nodded at Georgie, and the
intensity slipped right down. The volume on the voice loop increased
back to audibility. Georgie and Annabelle moved towards the door,
leaving me with three last words.
Georgie: "Serve."
Annabelle: "Obey."
Georgie: "Worship."
As they walked out of the clinic room, I was left gently shaking, their
electronically enhanced sound cascading through my head, the low level
shocks tingling through my body.
"Serve." "Good girl. That's a good girl." "Obey." "Pleasure. One."
"Obey." "Calibrate your sensitivity to pain and pleasure." "Hush now. Be
good for Rosie." "Pleasure. One." "Very useful for Maria." "Worship."
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