Lacy Girls: Peggy 2

In my first part of this post, I made myself seem much wiser than I really was. The truth is I didn't really know what I was doing, though I won't deny I was devious and manipulative with Peggy. I was just learning the ways and discovering my own capabilities that have me where I am today.

I didn't make Peggy eat my pussy, as much out my own fear of my first sexual experience as anything else. For all my self-bravado and my raging hormones, I was still too nervous and scared to initiate anything. We continued to party, smoking several more bowls of meth, me thinking if I waited and got high enough...

Peggy was tripping me out because I had spit in her mouth and told her not to swallow it so her mouth and tongue would be wet if I made her eat me out. I saw her eyes glisten and a shy smile cross her lips, and there's no doubt she would have done it right then and there. Instead, I suggested we smoke a joint. Peggy looked disappointed but joined me on her bed, watching me nervously as I lit up.

We were both tweaking, but the joint cut the edge, a bit. I hadn't been too liberal with my, our meth, breaking out just enough to satisfy her addiction, though no matter how much she smoked she always wanted more. I learned to feed her small enough amounts to keep her needy, without getting myself getting too fucked up.

Instead of us going hit for hit, I would tell her take another hit to avoid me getting too geeked while getting her high AF. I don't know if she was so high she didn't notice or perhaps knew but didn't care as long as she got another hit. Either way, she greedily hit the pipe every time.

While we hit the joint, I noticed several things. One was that she kept looking at the glass pipe with anticipation. Another was how she seemed to push out her ample breasts, stretching the already thin material which made her hard nipples stick out. It almost looked like her t-shirt was painted on.

But what really caught my attention was when I noticed she had difficulty speaking and every time she handed the joint back it was wetter than it should have been. After the third hit, I asked her WTF was going on which is when I knew I had what I wanted. She looked coyly at me and told me she hadn't swallow my spit yet, because I hadn't told her to and she didn't know if it was still needed.

I had never been so turned on when she said that. But again, my own inexperience held me back. I told her to swallow, which she did with a disappointed look on her face. After she had swallowed my spit, she asked me in a low, soft whisper if I didn't like her anymore, did she do something wrong. I realized she was basically asking me if I had chosen to not make her eat my pussy, something she was obviously anxiously waiting for me to make her do.

I responded by telling her that I might or might not, it wasn't her decision to make. She apologized in a soft squeaky voice turning her head away. It was a perfect reaction. I felt fully in control of her for the first time, and I liked it. It meant that I could take my time with her and ease into fulfilling my dark desires.

I didn't want to go too fast, it was, after all, about me and not her. She was just my experimental plaything simply because I could control her, first by feeding her meth addiction then by leading her around using my pussy as bait. It was obvious to me that it was something she may not have done, but it was something she wanted to do, if only for free meth.

Instead of making her eat me, I decided to experiment and explore my sadistic desires, which was the real reason we were where we were at. I wanted to inflict pain on another person, specifically a female and so that was where I started. But first, there was something else I needed from her.

She was a lazy slob, which was evident looking around her bedroom. I kept my bedroom extremely neat and Spartan, with minimal furniture. I can't stand clutter or messiness, so the first rule of order was to tell her to clean her fucking room! I was expecting resistance, but instead, she jumped to it.

The entire time I stood over Peggy, directing her as what to do. Under my watchful eye, Peggy started with the trash, filling two trash bags. I told her she was disgusting when she had to get a second bag. Next I had her collect all the dirty dishes and bowls, some with dried or rotted food in them. She took down one handful but was only gone a minute.

I asked Peggy if she had washed them, knowing she hadn't, which she affirmed. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her down to the kitchen and made her do all the dishes and bowls and cups and utensils, checking them to make sure she did them to my liking. She had never done any sort of housework which was weird with her being a tweaker. It was something most girls I knew would do when high.

She relied on her mother to all the housework, with the exception of her pigsty bedroom. I thought it was disrespectful that she never helped in any way and was willing to live so disgustingly. By the time she finished the dishes I had decided that was all going to change. But first thing first.

I sent her back upstairs to her bedroom with a slap in her bare ass, making her jump and squeal. I smacked her hard, hurting my hand and leaving a red hand print on her butt. She rubbed her butt, looking back at me with a mixed look of surprise, pain and that coyish smile. She hurried up the stairs ahead of me, giving me a good view of her bare butt, and looking back several times to see if I was following.

Once back in her bedroom, I put her to work gathering up the piles of dirty clothes that were everywhere and do laundry. It took eight full loads and one half to wash all of it. After the third one, seeing how much was still to do, I told Peggy to find me a pair of soiled panties and bring them to me. She pulled out several pairs before finding a particularly dirty pair.

She brought it over to me and handed it to me but I refused to touch it. Instead I told her to stuff it, crotch first into her mouth. She looked at them, with trepidation, but then compiled. I watched her wad her disgustingly dirty panties so the crotch was preeminent and stuff all the way into her mouth. I laughed at the look on her face at the taste and told her to finish cleaning with it in her mouth until I said otherwise.

I kept her busy, making her clean every inch of her bedroom, giving her small hits off the meth pipe when she finished a chore. I let her take her panties out of her mouth to hit the pipe but made her get another pair to stuff in her mouth. I told her she was a gross, disgusting pig and nasty AF for doing it, which, of course, I was making her do. She could have refused, I wasn't going to make her do anything she wasn't willing to do, though it was something I thought about.

That would have been fun, but I needed someone hone my sadistic experimentation on, someone compliant. Peggy was perfect for me, so far doing everything I told her to do without resistance. No, I needed to find myself as a true sadist with Peggy's help. I was going to push myself and her into achieving my goals.

By the time she had finished her room, it was clean and orderly the way I liked it. I had her do her bed linen first, it was stained and crusty, mostly with the help of the dildo I had found in her bed. I doubted it had ever been cleaned but I didn't make her clean it, having something else in mind.

Each load of clothes I made her fold or out on hangers. Her drawers were a mess so I had her go through and straighten them first. Only when she was done did I have her put her laundered clothes away. I had to show her how to fold clothes, she had never done it before and was lousy at it.

I stopped her cleaning only twice, both times to have her light me a cigarette. She had already said her mom didn't like smoking in the house but I let her know I didn't give a shit what her mom did or didn't want. Flicking ashes on her floor, I told her that she needed to get a real ashtray, hinting I planned in this not being a one-time thing.

Once her bedroom was to my liking, I let her know I expected it to stay that way. She nodded and apologized for being a pig and thanked me for helping her. I didn't say anything and instead grabbed her by her hair again and took her downstairs to the kitchen where I made her out away the dishes.

Next I had her get on her hands and knees and scrub the floor. I enjoyed the view of her bare butt as she toiled away, especially when she reached out and made it stick up. I could see glimpses of her cunt, but her public hair didn't give me a clear look of it. I waited until she was done before telling her to go to her bathroom. She looked at me wondering, but did as I said.

Once we were in the bathroom, I told her to sit up on the counter with her legs spread as wide as possible; she was a very flexible girl. Then I got out her shaving gel and razor, handing her the latter. She watched with wide eyes as I applied the gel on her, realizing my intentions.

I put the gel on directly, without touching her with my hand. I could see her labia was open and that it glistened with her arousal, but didn't want to give her that pleasure. Instead, I made her smooth it out over her pubes herself. When she was done, I took the razor from her and shaved her smooth.

She moaned and her cunt gaped even more, her excitement mixed with fear I might nick her. I finished up without any mishap, then told her I expected her to maintain her baldness. She examined her now hairless pussy, obviously enjoying her new look and the feel of it. I knew she wanted to have an orgasm, either by my touch or her own but I wasn't going to let that happen.

Next part coming up....!!!

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