Message-ID: <1150eli$9706031140@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Andrew Roller Subject: Chambers of Love part 14 of 18 (NND) --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in CHAMBERS OF LOVE _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Chapter Fourteen I didn't know whether Julie's syrupy sweetness marked a new level of debasement, a striving for ever greater perfection in sex slavery, or whether she was merely on the con. Certainly she'd saved our breasts from being pierced, I admitted. I decided it was best not to quarrel with a successful act. "First let me get a good look at what I've invited to dinner," Jane said jestingly, ushering us upstairs to her bedroom for a "private examination." Out of view of the prying eyes of the maids who'd already seen us in the buff, I supposed. As if there was anything left to hide. She set us side by side and gazed at us with ravenous eyes. She cupped our breasts, weighed them as one might weigh prize melons. I squirmed under her touch. "Be still, Kimmy," she admonished. "And stand very straight. Throw your shoulders back. There, see how it pushes your breasts out? Mmmm," she enclosed as much of my breasts in her palms as she could, suavely rubbed the burr of my nipples upon the heel of her hands. Next she forthrightly cupped our quims. She stroked them back and forth, repeatedly, as we strained to remain still. "Does that feel good, mmm?" she asked. "Tell me when to stop." Julie said nothing, so I knew saying anything just now would be premature, an insult. But when? I stood straight with greater and greater difficulty and began to shiver. "Mmmph! Please ma'am," Julie finally moaned softly, rocking on her heels. "Ah, of course, you had only to ask," Jane replied. She had us turn around. "Mmm! And such lovely white bottoms, too! The count must not know how to put a bottom to good use." She patted our behinds and said her inspection was done. "Now to your chores. You will perform them nude of course. But you must be looking your very best when you do them, hence I have retained a masseur to bathe you beforehand and a beautician to do your hair and makeup. Then you will report back to my bedroom for your assignments. Is that understood?" We nodded. "Good. The maids are here. Girls, show these young ladies to their room. They are to be our guests for the evening. Show them every courtesy as you would me." We were led away. After a hot bath and heavenly massage, plus an exacting makeover, we reported to Jane's bedroom. The room was huge. A desk stood near the window and she used it for correspondence, which she was writing as we entered. She looked up. "Ah, girls, you look stunning!" she complimented us. "Do come in and make yourselves comfortable." Naked as newborns we entered and sat ourselves in plush, overstuffed chairs. She offered us strawberries fresh in a bowl. We each plucked one and ate it, careful not to let its juices run down our chin. "Now about your chores," Jane said thoughtfully, taking up a list from her desk. She touched the eraser tip of a pencil to her lips, seemed to gently suck on it. "I need one of you to volunteer for the first one--" "I will!" I interrupted, raising my palm. Julie shot me a rueful look. She knew I was only trying to save my hide. The first was no doubt the easiest, the next harder. And she would be stuck with that one. "Why Kimmy, you don't even know what it is," Jane said, surprised. "That's okay, I'm sure I can handle it," I said. She let her eyes cast themselves over my sleek body in a sudden burst of admiration. I was almost skinny save for my deliciously swollen boobs. Slim hips, long legs, not an ounce of excess fat. "Yes, well, you may just be ideally suited for it, Kimmy," Jane said, abruptly realizing she'd been staring like a starving cat. "Those naughty maids of mine simply never do it, though. And you'd think it would be the simplest thing in the world." "Mmhmm, the simplest thing in the world," I said, and shot Julie a teasing smile. "Funny how people just never get around to the simple things, isn't it?" Jane said. "What is it?" I asked, growing just a bit fearful in my curiosity. "Water the plants," Jane replied, reading it off the list in a very stately manner. I let out a happy sigh of relief. "No problem, ma'am," I said. "You've got the best plant waterer you'll ever see sitting right here. Anytime you need them watered while Julie and I are staying here, you just assign that chore to me." "Well, I'll put your name by it, then," she said. "Now I must tell you that most of my plants are of a very exotic genus from a remote part of the globe." "I'll be very careful, ma'am," I assured her. "They require special attention." I nodded. "Really, though, the person who drew up this list for me should have written the chore a mite more specifically. It should read 'Make water on the plants.' Tsk! Tsk! You see, my plants require not water but fresh urine. It must be utterly 'clean,' hence it cannot be urine from a pitcher, however fresh. It must stream straight from the urethra onto their lowest stems, where the plant rises from the soil." I was shrinking down into my chair at this point, hoping to somehow melt. Julie clapped a hand to her mouth, barely suppressing a laugh. Jane looked up and saw her boobies shaking vigorously. Jane raised an eyebrow and looked back down at her list. "How-" I piped up. "How can I possibly water your plants like that? I'm-I'm a girl!" "Yes, a boy could do it quite easily, couldn't he? Too bad none are about. The plants desperately need the water. They simply must be watered today. I guess you'll have to arch your hips out like a boy would and try to aim somehow. I'll leave that up to you. You're the expert." I huddled my shoulders and hunched in my chair. "Julie will accompany you to see that the job is done correctly. "Oh, yes! I have hardwood floors throughout this house and none of my maids were respecting that fact so I was forced to make a special rule. For every significant bit of water you spill on the floor, which in this case is your pee, you must receive discipline. Since the maids may see you they will think it only fair that I apply this rule to you as well as them. "The Ladies' Horticultural Society will be accompanying you also. Four ladies, in their 60's and 70's, very distinguished, very upper crust. Visiting from England. "Let's see. Oh, and please do be careful. Many of the plants have thorns. I wouldn't want any of them to be injured." "I-I don't have to go," I piped up. "Oh?" Jane asked. "Well, fear not, we have a substitute method. Dilutes the nourishment the plants receive to some extent, but if it can't be helped it just can't be helped, can it?" "No, it certainly can't," I agreed. "Please, come over to the bed," Jane asked me. I got up and padded over as she drew down the covers. "Would you get in, please?" I did, relished the feel of the crisp, cool sheets against me. She told me to lift my hips. Lying on my back, I raised my bottom. She slipped a downy pillow underneath it, draped with a cloth. She told me to spread my legs. Smoothly I separated them into a neat vee. Then she called for the plant watering equipment to be brought. I was still rather hopeful as I lay there, thinking I'd gotten a bit of the upper hand already and would soon find some further way to unsettle her plans. Modestly I brushed my golden locks over my titties when she was looking away and then I covered my pussy with my palm. Now I was almost as dressed as when I wore my bikini. Things were improving. Just in time, too! A gorgeous hunk suddenly entered the room, trailing a rattling I.V. pole. He brought it over to the bed. "Look! There's someone who can water your plants for you, Jane!" I cried, forgetting to call her mistress. The hunk smiled down at me. "I'm a dialysis patient," he said. "I haven't made a drop of urine in two years." "Oh." I said softly. Jane gently took my arms and placed them above my head. I was watching the hunk to see if he noticed my boobs, which lifted and spread as Jane did this. Without warning she suddenly cuffed me to the headboard of the bed. I purred. The hunk looked at me and I smiled at him. I bounced my bottom on the pillow in a little invitation. "Are you here to put something in me?" I asked coquettishly. "Yes I am, how'd you guess? My name's Mike, by the way." "Pleased to meet you Mike," I said demurely. "I'm Kimmy." A young woman strolled in then, wearing a nurse's hat, white garter belt, and white fishnet stockings with white pumps. "Oh, good! You haven't started without me," she said. "I've been running late." She glanced at a white watch on her wrist. I lay admiring her beauty; full, generous breasts, unpierced. A flat tummy and smooth, slim well-tanned thighs. But I wondered at her presence. Elle only showed up in the dungeon. The nurse walked up to my bedside and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Lynn Cartwright, R.N." she said brightly, then realized I was restrained. "Oh! Special precautions, of course! Just call me Lynnie." She turned to the nightstand and drew forth two white cords. She passed these to Mike who reached to grasp one of my ankles. Playfully I shifted my foot around, eluding him, but he caught it after a moment. He tied it off to the brass-poled baseboard. Then my other ankle. Well, if he liked his sex kinky so be it. He was so gorgeous. I protested though when Lynn eased a gag into my mouth. I wanted to be able to kiss my new boyfriend. She adjusted the gag, silencing my objections. Lynn fetched cream then, from the nightstand. This meant Mike was large. I shivered. Curiously, though, she only applied the cream to my pee-hole. Then Mike took the tube and smeared the stuff on the end of his I.V. line. "Ready?" Lynn asked me with a smile. I nodded, thinking now Mike would undress. Instead he placed his hand on my pubis and pushed the I.V. tubing up my pee hole! I gasped. I wanted to scream, couldn't find my voice. Up, up, it went, feeling gritty and uncomfortable. I squirmed in my bonds, no use! Relentlessly he put it up me until finally I gasped as it entered my bladder. "This will help you go," Jane said to me, standing at my bedside. "Again and again. Every time you pee out all your urine Mike will bring you back here and we'll fill your bladder up with more fluid." I cast my eyes wildly about, from face to face. They were all gathered at my bedside. I looked to Julie, but she only giggled at the predicament I'd gotten myself into. Normally, being the more submissive between us, she would have let herself be assigned the first chore. "Mike will pull the tubing in a minute," Lynn told me, placing her palms on my tummy. "He'll go slow, and I want you to take deep breaths to help him. Some pee will come out with the tubing but the rest should stay inside your bladder. You should feel quite full, but squeeze down your sphincter muscles and hold it just like when you were a little girl on a long car trip. Then we'll escort you to your first plant!" she concluded brightly. "And remember," Jane added. "If you pee all over my bed there will be an extra harsh punishment for you. Not to mention that we'll have to just stick the tube right back up you and fill you again. I think you'll agree that 19 plants means you'll be getting your fill of visits to this bed as it is!" The tube was withdrawn and, straining, I managed to keep in my pee. They congratulated me and undid my bonds, my gags, helped me squirming to my feet. "Please," I gasped to Jane. "Before I go any further with this. What is the second chore, the one Julie must perform?" "Thank you, Kimmy. I should remind her. It is 'Supervise the plant watering.' Take a pad from my desk, Julie, and a pencil, so you can mark down any splashes she makes on my valuable hardwood floors." I gasped. Julie broke into peals of laughter. *** My first plant stood before me. 'Dessicatitus Irritatus,' the sign read. In other words, a bramble bush. I approached it cautiously. When I was as near as I could get I thrust my hips out as far as possible and put a hand to my cunt. With two fingers I splayed myself and let forth my nourishing pee. Down my leg it ran and onto the floor. Julie duly noted my transgression on her pad. "Juliee!" I cried. "She certainly doesn't know how to relieve herself like a lady, does she?" a member of the Ladies' Horticultural Old Lesbian Farts Society asked aloud. "Indeed, it's amazing what they omit teaching the children in school these days." "You must sit, darling. Sit in the pot if you must, but sit. Then you will do it," a woman of the society said. I turned about, approached the plant bottom-first. "Owwch!" I cried. "That's 'Dessicatitus Irritatus' for you, too many thorns," a lady said. "Yes, I used to get poked in my thumb, though I never knew someone to try to seat herself on one." "Mabel's always giving cockeyed advice, particularly to innocent young girls." I stood exasperated, rubbing my bottom in front of them, totally naked and feeling bedraggled. "Skip this one, dear," a member of the horticultural society offered. "We'll come back to it last." *** A second plant soon presented its prickly self to my view. "Desertatus Irritatus." A cactus. This one seemed easier. Holding my pussy and walking awkwardly with my thighs pressed together, I circled it, looking for an opening. I had to pee very badly now. I'd had a full bladder when I left Jane's bedroom. Since then my own kidneys had made a further contribution. Finally I found what I hoped would be a perch on the pot, between two fat scratchy limbs. Cautiously I backed up to the pot and delicately perched my bottom on the rim. It was a big plant, and I scooted inward until my pussy was over the soil. The thorns on the nearest cacti branches caught at strands of my hair but otherwise I was sitting there unscathed. The soil was almost at the rim and so I sat comfortably, albeit with my bottom in the dirt. As my handlers watched I put two fingers to my puss, spread myself, and let loose an urgent stream of pee. A lady from the horticultural society cleared her throat. "Young lady, cacti don't require much water," she said as I joyously loosed the contents of my bladder. Alas, once started I could not stop the stream, there was so much pressure pent up behind it. The pot, its soil piled high, quickly flooded and overflowed, my urine streaming down its round sides onto the hardwood floor. I put my face in my hands in despair. I was utterly defeated. Finally I got up. Mike led me by the arm back to the bedroom for a re-fill. "Why Kimmy, you look like you've been out farming," Jane remarked, looking up from her desk. My hands and cheeks were dirty and my bottom was caked with wet dirt. Dried streams of dirt ran down the backs of my thighs. "I managed to water your cactus," I said. "With luck it will die from being drowned." "Hmm," Jane said. "I should thrash you, but some businessmen just arrived for a meeting in one of the rooms I rent out for such purposes. I asked if they'd like some refreshments served and they said yes, and did I have a country girl who could bring them in? That's one of the perks of holding business meetings here, you see. A female actually makes and brings you coffee. Plus a few other treats. Would you be so kind to serve them for me? No need to wash up. Just go down and serve them as you are. I don't have any real country girls, but you, being from America and looking the part, just might satisfy them. Perhaps later they'll agree to do some watering for me." I was off in a flash. I knew nothing could be worse or more humiliating than those god-awful plants and those horticultural lesbians. Mike and Julie followed me to make sure I performed my new chore properly. In the kitchen I was given a silver tray with drinks on it, plus some crackers and cheeses. "Keep it balanced," the chef said. "And remember poise, be poised and ladylike at all times." He spoke in a thick Italian accent. "And for god's sake don't drop the tray!" Clad only in heels I went tottering into the room where the businessmen were meeting. They greeted my arrival with broad smiles. I served the man at the head of the table first, bending forward, one of my breasts brushing his shoulders. I kept my legs clipped together in hopes of avoiding any hanky-panky. "Young lady, you've got mud on your bottom!" the gentleman exclaimed. "All in a day's work, sir," I replied. "See here, let me help you," he said. He turned me as I still held the tray so that my hiney was facing him. Then he lifted the drink I'd just served him and poured it over my asscheeks. I gasped as the alcohol stung my bottom. The man in front of me took a drink from my tray and passed it behind. My other cheek was drenched in turn. The chairman then wiped my bottom with his handkerchief. "Not clean, perhaps, but more presentable," he remarked. He gave me a pinch on my seat and ordered me to serve the other men. I yelped and offered the man in front of me a second drink. He accepted, I turned and asked the chairman if he wished another, for himself. He accepted also. I went down the line of men along the side of the table. Each seemed to want to take a shot at rinsing my bottom. Some poured it over one cheek, some the other. Then, when I was fairly sparkling back there, they had me bend forward and poured it down my butt crack. By the time I reached the last man I was being bent double, laying the tray on the floor, and grasping my ankles as they opened my anus with their fingers and poured in a douche of Jack Daniel's. It stung the insides of my bowels like fire and I danced about afterward, loosing the liquid enema onto the hardwood floor. The men laughed uproariously. Through a peephole Julie duly noted my misbehavior, as did Mike. *** "Kimmy, you have been exceptionally naughty today," Jane reprimanded me afterward. "However, I am going to give you one last chance to redeem yourself. A new friend of mine has requested a favor of me. I would like your assistance in the matter." "Yes, ma'am," I said hopefully. Perhaps it would get me out of her house. It did. 30 ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Free e-mail subscriptions: No longer available due to mailbombing of my Internet account(s) by right-wing Christians. -Currently I am: roller39@mail.idt.net -formerly I was andrewroller@sprintmail.com, roller66@inreach.com, roller666@aol.com Read my complete works under these names by going to: http://www.excite.com (Click on ‘newsgroups’ and search under my various former screen names). 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