All Right I'll Do It Chapter 3

"Well Missy what should we call you?" John asked rhetorically.

The other guys started adding their ideas. There were some terrible ideas like cum slut, spank me, whore, Miss Swallow etc. but they finally whittled it down to these and then asked me to pick my name from the three and to use it as I had been taught yesterday.

Trent asked what that was and Robert said, "you'll see."

Maid Slut

Maid Missy

Cockette

None of them seemed appropriate to me but again I had given up my identity until I had the photos back. I then remembered the three pix were still in the bathroom on the shelf.

"Hurry up Tina," John said, "pick a name."

Dave's hand was now rubbing my inner thigh and I could see a bulge in his pants. Which to go with? And then it seemed obvious.

"Maid Missy says she would be happy with this name," I said in the voice I used yesterday.

"Good girl," Dave said as he fondled me. "You will be our maid service for the night. That means all services. When you aren't being used you should be cleaning and serving."

The guys were smoking some weed and I was told I had to also. I had never done anything like this before but soon after I had a few hits and a beer John had opened and brought for me I felt better.

But my heart sank as Dave asked me the next two questions, "Have you been using Mister Ebony Jim?" and "Do you need an enema?"

After asking me where Ebony Jim was Dave sent Trent to get it from my room. In the meantime he dumped the brown bag back on the table but there were a few new items that fell out including an inkpad and a couple of rubber stamps. Also some sort of metal contraptions as well as the tube of lube from yesterday clinked onto the coffee table.

When Trent returned carrying Mister Ebony Jim Dave had me bent over and was squeezing the lube up my "hole." Dave had also said I was to only call it my 'hole' from now on since it would function for more then an asshole.