Archive-name: Slaves/ow1.txt
Archive-author: Deva
Archive-title: OW1 - The Outrageous Women Collection


Outrageous Women, "A journal of woman-to-woman S/M" was
published in the mid to late 80's and seemed to have
disappeared from existence in 1988.  The magazine used a
volunteer staff which produced excellent copy.  Anyone know
what happened?  Here is one of their stories:


Depravities
by Deva

     It was late in the day, a Friday in June, and I was
straightening my desk for the summer.  Teaching math to
senior high school students was trying and tiring but it was
my profession of choice.  Here I was, 34 years old, with few
prospects and no love life to speak of.
     The classroom door opened quietly and Maggie Moore, one
of my eighteen year old students, came in and walked to the
desk.  Maggie was a pretty girl - tall, with a slender body,
long legs, and a nice puffy chest that made all of the boy's
eyes open.
     "Miss Brown, I have to talk to you," she began and
walked around to my side of the desk.
     "Of course," I replied as she towered over me.
     "I'm tired of it," she said.  "I know about you and I'm
going to do something about it."
          "You know about it...?  I started, looking up at
her, but before I could finish I felt a hard slap across my
face.  I was infuriated - how dare this youngster strike me!
     "I've been watching you for weeks," Maggie went on with
authority, "and I saw your hesitancies and finally I knew."
     I sat stiffly, listening as this young girl's words
made my spirit weaker and weaker.
     "I knew what you were," she continued strongly, "and
now it's time for me to do take complete control of your
life."
     I couldn't believe that the truth was so obvious to
such a young girl and I was dumb with fear and anticipation.
     "Pamela," she now ordered familiarly, "stand."
     I rose slowly, a deep flush of humanity spreading
across my face and neck.
     "I mean stand and face me," repeated Maggie.  "Keep
your shoulders back, arms at your side, palms forward, and
your feet together."
     I turned toward her and thrust out my ample breasts,
rotating my soft palmed hands forward, and locked my toes
and heels.
     "That's satisfactory for the moment, but we will be
doing something about your posture soon, won't we?"  I
nodded my head as she inspected my rigid body.
     "When I speak to you, Pamela, you will answer me as
Miss Moore.  Do you understand?"  This eighteen year old
female had me and there was nothing I could do about it.
     "Yes, Miss Moore," I meekly replied as a swell of
sensation rose in my loins.
     "I'm glad you're wearing this today," continued Maggie
indicating my white button-down blouse and blue flared mid-
length skirt.  "From now on it will only be skirts and
dresses for you, with heels and stockings.  No slacks and no
pantyhose."
     "Now that we have that clear, Pamela, I want you to
show me your pretty tits."
     I was undone.  Here in the middle of my classroom where
anyone might see, ordered by a teenaged martinet to display
my breasts.  My hands went unsteadily to the task.
     "Hurry," she gloated.  "Are your tits as pretty as they
seem, Pamela?"
     "Yes, Miss Moore," I croaked and my hands worked
faster.
     "Answer completely, Pamela," she demanded.
     I was being taught the game well.  "Yes, my breasts are
pretty, Miss Moore."  I pulled my blouse free, unhooked my
bra, and stood as prescribed with my firm, bouncing, hard-
nippled breasts free.
     "Shoulders back, Pamela."  Back they went and, of
course, out they came.
     She ran her smooth hands under and around, squeezing
and lifting and massaging the hardening, heaving mounds.
     "Time to nip these nipples," she whispered in my ear.
"First a little tease", closing thumb and forefinger on
flinty projections, "then a very big tweeze", and sharp
fingernails bit in causing a roar of pain and sexual release
to rush over me.
     "Does that feel nice, Pammy?"
     "Yes, it feels nice, Miss Moore."
     "Are you wet, Pammy?"
     "Yes, I'm wet, Miss Moore."
     "But are your panties wet, Pammy?"
     "They feel wet, Miss Moore."
     "Slide them off, quickly, Pammy."
     I could have died at the thought of standing half naked
for anyone to see, but without my panties!  But I obeyed,
slipping out of my pink nylon briefs and holding them meekly
in my hand... the crotch limp with aromatic juices.
     Maggie took them from me.  Like the good little I
wanted to be, I returned to my rigid bare-breasted pose.
     "Very wet, Pammy.  That's nice but very naughty and you
will be spanked a bit... rather a lot, later."
     "Spanked" shot through me like a jolt of electricity
and I moaned just a little, my thighs moist.
     "For now, hold up your chin, Higher."
     I raised my chin to the ceiling knowing for all the
world what I must look like with my long neck stretched and
my big tits,as Maggie would say, arching at attention.
     "Open," she said as her fingers worked between my pink
lips and slid those seeking fingers across the gums and
teeth of my opening mouth.  "More," she insisted and
caressed with thumb and forefinger both front and back of
teeth, gums and tongue.  Especially tongue... slippery
tongue... squirmy tongue... gripping it with those nails and
pulling it all the way out.
     "Keep you mouth wide, Pammy.  Wide... and when you are
told to show your tongue, this is the pose you will assume.
You will do quite a bit of tongue training.  Now, chin up...
tongue out... further... straight, no curl... very cute."
     Maggie then laid the wet panty crotch over my tongue
covering it from front to rear.  Thinking that I knew my
lessons well, I stood bare chested and bare bottomed,
waiting.  Maggie pressed my tongue and pants back into my
mouth.
     "In. Close. Suck. Harder. Swallow your juices. Obey".
     I being trained, obeyed.  Overwhelmed by humiliation I
began giving up my power, feeling no loss.  After five
minutes of tasting and swallowing my essence for the first
time, reality returned.
     "Put on your blouse, Pamela.  Put your bra and panties
into your desk.  We have this whole wonderful summer holiday
and your lovely apartment to continue your obedience
training.  Come along now."
     I followed behind my young controller, very aware that
my breasts were jiggling saucily under my half-buttoned
blouse. (Another of Maggie's demands, "either half-buttoned,
Pammy, or not buttoned at all".)  I prayed no one would stop
us in the hall or the parking lot.  What could I say to
anyone?  That I was being taken in hand by a woman half my
age to be taught total obedience... and more... willingly!
     Fortunately we reached my car without incident.  She
indicated that I drive, but before I started, Maggie opened
the remaining buttons of my blouse, folding it back, and
pushed my skirt back to my hips.  This assured anyone with
the proper vantage point a clear view, according to Maggie,
of my "hot tits" and "slit.
     That ride home was more than I care to remember.  Once
out of the parking lot my young mistress proceeded with her
program.  Reaching down and adjusting my thighs well apart,
she took a firm grip on my clit.
          "I'm just getting a quick measure of your little
boy part.  Do you love this, little Pamscunt?  Hmmmm?" as
she maneuvered her fingers the little boy part really did
begin to stiffen to the occasion.
     "Yes, I love it, Miss."
     "And so erect, so stalky, so rooty.  Sit erect!"
     Sit erect - tits erect - nips erect - stalk erect -
root erect - clit... Oh, Maggie!  Whizzing down the street
in a pool of my own making, waiting for more.
     Standing before my apartment door, I turned my keys
over to Maggie and realized that life as I knew it until
then would never be the same.  More of my power flowed from
me.  We entered my comfortable space, the door closing
silently.
     "Stand still."
     Good little submissives learn to obey, and, of course,
being a good little submissive, my feet came together, palms
forward, and shoulders back.  Maggie pushed off my blouse
and unzipped my skirt.  I stood for the first time
completely nude in the presence of a mistress... my
mistress... the mistress.  More power loss.
     "Stand in that corner."  She pointed to a nearby wall.
Stepping out of the pile of clothes, I approached my place.
     "Press your nose into the corner.  Hands on top of your
head, tits forward, elbows back."
     I was getting dizzy listening to Maggie move about my
apartment opening drawers and doors.  Finally she returned
to the room.
     "Pamela, turn and come here."
     I turned and walked to the center of the room, hands
still on top of my head.  I flushed as I noticed how my
breasts bounced.  I wondered why I should still be
embarrassed.  Maybe I still had some sense of myself.
     "Stand properly and show me your tongue."  Chin up,
tongue out, shoulders back...
     "More."
     Pressed out and straight, pink and moist.  My "girl's
won prick" as I soon was to hear it described... that
Maggie.  Now she stood in front of me, ovaled her carmined
lips and slid my stiff tongue into her warm mouth.  She
leaked her juiced into me.
     "Swallow."
     My now lipstick-red tongue slipped in.  Swallowing, my
power disappeared forever.
     "You are mine."
     The truth was out.  There was no denying it.  There was
no resisting it.
     "I am yours, Miss Moore," I agreed submissively and
obediently to this girl half my age.
     She raised a hand and gripped my hair, holding me
fiercely.  Another hand crushed a breast, pinching a nipple.
     "You are completely mine, body, soul, mind.  You have
no will but my will.  Kiss me now, Passionately."
     I knew very little about kissing, much less about
kissing a woman, even less about kissing a girl.  I
presented myself like the good girl I was, soft, timid and
obedient, only to be devoured by her open lips.  Wilting, I
surrendered to her probing tongue and rampant power.
     Sharp slaps to my burning cheeks brought me to a
renewed sense of my position in this relationship.
     "You'll have to learn to do better than that, little
one.  You have to be trained to give a lot more head if you
want to play kissy face with me, Pammy."
     All I could do was stand nude, trembling and panting.
     "I am going to start teaching you how to be responsive
now, little Pammy.  First, I am going to subdue some of that
cute body to put you in the proper frame of mind.  Won't you
like that, little girl?"
     "Yes, I will like what you do."
     "Sweet."
     She removed, from what I had assumed was an overnight
bag, a pair of shiny steel handcuffs, fixing them to my
wrists.
     She continued "We are going to clean that little body
of yours, right now.  I like my submissives spotless, smooth
and shiny from head to toe, squeaky clean everywhere, every
nook and cranny.  And once you're as I want you, that's how
you stay, spotless inside and out."
     In the bathroom she began in earnest.  "Into the shower
now, little cunt.  You are my little cunt, aren't you?  Even
if I can't see if very clearly through that forest.  Oh
well, we'll fix that in a moment.  Well... aren't you my
little cunt?"
     Through my confusion and humiliation I murmured "Yes,
Miss Moore, I am your little cunt".
     "Again... just the end."
     "Little cunt?"
     "Again."
     "Little cunt."
     "Now, into the shower.  But first I want you in these
nice heels."  I slipped into some silly shoes I had
purchased years before - all plastic, with rediculously high
heels and tight thin traps.  I towered over Maggie as I
stepped into the shower stall.
     "What a big little girl you are.  You won't be taking
those lovelies off for a long time... ever."
     I teetered in the shower stall, afraid I'd slip of fall
off these stilts.  My hands were raised and hooked over the
shower head.  Miss Moore disrobed and joined me, enjoying my
consternation at my first sight of her.  Water poured down
as she began to scrub me clean.  She ran a sponge down my
back, over my buttocks, into my "tight little ass crack",
down my legs.  Then I was spun around to face her.
     "Eyes closed.  No looking.  From now on you may no
longer touch or look without my permission.  Now lets work
on your sex flesh.  Underarms, too much stubble... tsk, tsk.
But these big girl tits are something, Pammy.  Pinchable...
nippable... scrunchable... more."
     The demonstration on my breasts left me breathless, a
condition Maggie did not leave unnoticed.
     "What do we have here, Pamsy?  Stiffy nips?"
     "Yes, Miss Moore, I have erect nipples."
     "Not right, Pamsy.  You are Pamsy, my little stiffy
nips cunt.  Say it."
     "I am Pamsy, your little stiffy nips cunt."
     "Five time nicely and with feeling."
     I obeyed.
     "Very nice, Pamstits, and remember these lessons
forever."
     Dripping wet, I was led out of the shower, not too
unpleasantly I might say, by those erect... those stiffy
nips and told to sit on a stool.
     "This is too much hair.  It will have to go from head
to toe.  Now this stringy blond stuff is first.  Too warm
for the summer and I may want you as my boyfriend sometime.
Could you be a boy, Pansy?  Let's see... guess not... but
that's just great too."
     Hair began to fall everywhere.  Tears gushed out of my
closed eyes but to no avail.
     "Now isn't that sweet... put you into a shirt and tie,
flatten those big girl udders and you make a smooth cheeked
young boy.  Well, I am getting ahead of myself.  This curly
stuff goes next.  Lay back, raise your arms, and spread your
legs.  Wider.  You certainly know how to spread, don't you,
Pammy... hmmmm... that's much better.  This is the last time
that I will be doing this for you, bitch.  From now on you
will keep yourself and I make you today.  Zip-zip, under the
arms - no young man here anymore.  And what do we have down
here?  Are you hiding a little tennis ball, Pamsy?  There...
why, Pamslit, you have hardly any lips on that little big
girl cunt.  Just a lovely crack running all the way around.
And speaking of around, roll over on the seat... bottom way
up."
     There I was laying over a stool in my own bathroom,
shaved everywhere, legs apart, bottom high in the air.  The
last of my womanness gone... I'm a little girl again.
Surprise, surprise, the cleaning is about to begin again, in
earnest.
     "My, this pink, wrinkly bud looks as if it needs
attention.  Now, Pamsy, you know that I want you clean.  I'm
going to make you slippery right here - doesn't that feel
good?  Of course it does.  Are you wet, bitch?  Of course
you are.  Now, this is going to clean you out - squeaky
clean. Relax."
     Relax!  This was the first time, the first thing, the
first nozzle to enter my anus ("my tight little girlie
bung", according to Maggie).  So slippery and slidey and
foreign and stiff and smooth and hot and annoying and
persistent and HOT, oh, HOT!
     A swish of warm syrupy water... wiggle it around,
bitch... more.  My belly is full, liquidly pregnant,
release... release... no, no, Pammy.  Nozzle out... some
kind of plug in and I'm wild with the sensation... who would
have thought... down there.  Stand up?  Impossible... not
impossible for a good girl... nothing's impossible for a
good girl.  Sit on the pottie... finally... not yet... the
plug holds fast.  Another nozzle.  More squeaky clean... up
front... up... up.  Swish and swish... and I am wild. The
plug is pulled and her I am, Pamela Brown, lying back, eyes
shut, hands cuffed above my head, legs spread wide...
bounding out a magnificent orgasm... having my first asshole
cum

To be continued.

Deva, the author, is mentioned in the magazine "about to
contributors":

Deva: I am a hard driving top.  My realities are always
falling short of my expectations.  I am looking for the true
submissive - the one who fits.

To the best of our knowledge, the continuation was never
published.  Why not continue it yourself and upload your
story "Depravities, the continuing saga" to the Sysop.

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