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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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CHAMBERS OF LOVE
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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.
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