LYNNE: CHAPTER 2. THE DINNER.
At first what had happened at the party last night had seemed more a dream
than a memory. But after reliving it all through her own words as she wrote
in the diary, Lynne knew how very real it all was.
She'd wanted to talk to her husband about it, but she didn't know what to say,
and he'd said nothing except to write down what happened in the diary. And he
did fuck that blonde bitch, she knew he did. She was so confused, more than
anything because she felt no guilt or shame in what she had done. All the
memories of the events of last night did, was make her very wet, very quickly.
Lynne kept reaching between her legs to play with herself as she wrote. She
had to force herself not too, she had never felt the desire to masturbate as
desperately as she did now. When she'd finished writing about what had
happened at the party she leaned over to her bedside table and reached to the
bottom left hand corner. A feeling of relief came over her as her hand wrapped
around the hard plastic vibrator.
She didn't just want to masturbate, she had too. She undid the belt on her
robe and slowly slid her soaked panties down her legs, and threw them on
the bed beside her. The vibrator purred as she turned the knob on the end,
and brought it to her mouth. She licked the tip twice and then flicked it over
her stiff nipples. She moaned softly as she snaked the vibrator over the soft
skin of her stomach, and then the inside of her thighs. She held it against
the swollen lips of her pussy, and moaned again as she started to slide it up
herself. She felt her orgasm swelling inside her as she masturbated.
From past experiences she knew how make her orgasm more intense. She would
bring herself to the edge by fucking herself with the vibrator, then just as
she started cumming, she would pull it out and push it hard against her clit.
That moment was almost upon her. " What the fuck are you doing ! "
Her husbands voice, filled with anger, shocked her out of the sexual trance
she had been in. She looked up at him, the room silent, except for the sound
of her vibrator. " Um......I was just....." He snatched the vibrator off her
and looked at it in disgust. " You were just fucking yourself with a piece of
plastic like some bored, frustrated little fucking housewife !" he roared.
"I'm sorry I..." She couldn't look at her husband.
"Where did you get this?"
" At a lingerie party at Jans last year.....but I never use it...This is the
first..."
" BULL FUCKING SHIT ! Don't lie to me Lynne ! How often do you use this ?"
She looked up at him, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. " Not much, I
don't use it much..........just sometimes if you're away or........"
She couldn't understand why her husband was so disgusted and furious with
her. Last night he had left her alone with a dozen men. Knowing that they
were all going to get off on her. For all he knew they could have all fucked
her, not just cum in her mouth, or jerked off on her. So why was he so upset
to find her masturbating in the privacy of her own bed.
" You will NEVER use this again without asking me first, do you understand?"
She nodded her head, but she didn't understand. " You will Never masturbate
again without asking me first ! " His voice seemed calmer now.
" Yes, I'm sorry." she said softly. " I'll never use it again without asking
you."
" Or masturbate !" He demanded.
" No...I won't.....I'm sorry ..I won't masturbate again without asking you
first."
Her words brought a calm look to his face, and he smiled warmly at her.
" I'm glad you understand Lynne. Now clean yourself up, I've made us some
lunch." With that, he threw the still vibrating toy next to her on the bed and
left the room. She desperately wanted to finish herself off. She was so close.
But she didn't want to get caught again. She'd knew she'd have to wait.
She showered again, and put on a pair of tight cut off denim shorts and a
white shirt, tied in a knot under her breasts. Her husband had always liked
her dressed like this, and all she wanted at that moment was to make him
happy. She actually felt nervous as she put on some light makeup, nervous
about having lunch with her husband.
Lynne wandered through the house looking for her husband, she heard his
voice coming from the study. " You knock before you come barging into a
room Lynne !" He spat at her, his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.
" I'm sorry....." She replied quickly, nervously. " I'll call you back. " He
said quietly into the phone and hung up. " That's something else you won't do
again, isn't it Lynne ? " She nodded sheepishly. " No, I won't do it again."
They ate lunch in the sunshine on the back patio. The atmosphere was
tense, the conversation forced and trivial. He didn't want to talk about last
night, and she wasn't going to force the issue. " I thought we'd go out for
dinner tonight." he said. " That would be great hunny." A nice romantic dinner
together was just what they needed. Last night was a big mistake, she knew
that now. She had hurt her husband, and she wanted to make it up to him.
Dinner would be a good start.
The party where she had acted in a way that she would never had thought
possible had been on Friday night. Her husband had caught her masturbating
Saturday morning, and she had thought a romantic dinner together Saturday
night would help to start to put things right between them.
Now it was Sunday morning and she was lying alone on their bed, freshly
showered in her white robe, writing in the diary again.
I don't know what has happened to me since the party Friday night. Everything
is different now. I thought it was just a mistake. The wine, the grass, things
just happened, didn't they ? Or had my husband married a slut ?
After lunch Saturday my husband suggested I have a nap. I'd fallen asleep
quickly, still drained from the night before. But my sleep was filled with
dreams of the blonde woman. She was making me do things. Things I would never
have dreamt of just a day before. I woke up with my hand between my legs,
my pussy soaked again.
My husband came into the room as soon as I woke, and I pulled my hand away
from my crotch like a thief caught in the act. " I've run you a bath." he
said casually. I soaked in the warm water and bubbles for an hour drinking
the Champaign my husband had brought into me. He told me to wear my best
dress, " that nice black one." I spent an hour getting ready. G-String
panties, a black lace bra and garter, sheer black stockings and black heels.
I spent ages making sure my makeup was just right, that my perfume was just
the right amount. Finally I stood back and looked at myself in the mirror. I
looked good. Nothing like that woman in the garage at the party last night
looked.
We talked and laughed happily together as we drove into the city. He wouldn't
say where we were going for dinner. He wanted to surprise me. I admired my
husband in the light from passing cars and streetlamps. He has always been
a handsome man. But tonight he looked even more attractive and sexy than I
had seen him before in his sports coat and tie. I'd seen the clothes before,
but the man wearing them seemed different somehow.
We passed the Coke sign at Kings Cross and headed towards Elizabeth Bay.
I was surprised when we pulled up in front of a renovated town house in
Roslyn Gardens. I followed my husband up the steps and was about to ask
him what was going on, when the blonde woman opened the door.
She kissed my husband on the cheek. " You remember Lynne." He said
without looking at me, she glanced at me, but didn't say anything.
My mind was racing, I didn't understand. What was going on ? Why were we here
? Why was She here ! They walked off arm in arm and I followed them into a
large sitting room. The house and everything in it almost smelt of money.
They sat on a large leather couch, an identical one opposite it, with a huge
carved timber coffee table in the middle. A small fire was crackling in an
ornate fireplace to their right. I was standing behind the couch opposite
them trying to figure out what the hell was going on. From where I stood, I
could see a dining room, with a large round Tasmanian Oak table in the
middle. The table was set with expensive crockery, cutlery and glassware. A
magnificent candelabra stood, unlit, in the middle of the table. There were
eight places set. Surely we weren't going to have our romantic dinner here.
With Her !
" What's going on...." I started to speak, but a glare from the blonde woman
quickly silenced me.
" Do you always speak to your husband like that, " She said as if scolding a
child. " No....I'm sorry....I was just wandering if...." The look in her eyes
made me stop talking. She had a presence, an air of authority that I couldn't
stop myself from submitting to.
" You were wandering if we are having dinner here, weren't you." I nodded
meekly. " We are." She said with an almost evil smile on her face. " And you
will be serving us our dinner. Come with me." I looked at my husband, but
he was looking at her.
I didn't want to follow her down the hallway, but I did. " In here." She said
abruptly, as she took me into a bedroom. Like the rest of the house, it was
lavishly decorated, with high ornate ceilings. A large four poster bed stood
against one wall, a matching dresser opposite. The blonde woman motioned
toward an Elizabethan style settee with a low table in front of it. I sat
where she pointed for me to sit, and she sat beside me. There was a bottle of
Champaign in an icebucket on the table in front of us. The same brand as my
husband had given me to relax with in the bath.
" Pour us both a drink Lynne." The blonde woman said softly. My hand was
shaking as I poured the champagne and I had to struggle so as not to spill
any. " Drink it and pure yourself another." She said in that demanding voice
that I seemed drawn to obey. My eyes watered as I struggled to drink the large
glass in one attempt, but I did, and I poured myself another as she spoke.
" You enjoyed yourself last night didn't you Lynne !" I motioned to speak but
she held up here hand, and I remained silent. " You enjoyed yourself very much
last night. And I enjoyed you, as did all those men. But your husband felt
somewhat.............left out. As he did this morning when he caught you
masturbating." I nearly dropped my glass. He had told HER about that.
" You're a selfish little slut aren't you Lynne." I glared at her and snapped
back. " I'm not a slut ! " A smile lit up her face as she said " No, of course
not. You're all class, aren't you Lynne." She took a sip from her glass and
said firmly. " Don't interrupt me again Lynne !" She paused letting her
command linger in the air for a moment,
" Do you love your husband Lynne ? " I wanted to answer but I didn't know if I
should. How could my husband not know how much I love him?
" All your husband and I expect from you tonight is that you do as you are
told! You didn't have any trouble doing what all those men with their big
cocks told you to do last night did you Lynne ? I told your husband that I
thought you were a selfish little slut who was only interested in herself.
That's why you threw yourself at anybody who wanted you last night, and
that's why you fucked yourself like a horny little schoolgirl with your big
toy this morning. But your husband disagrees. He thinks you will enjoy
sharing yourself with him tonight, by doing what we want. He believes in you.
He loves you. But we shall see who is right."
" I'll do whatever he wants me to !" I said defiantly.
" I hope for your husbands sake that you do." She said ominously." And that
means doing whatever you're told, without hesitation."
" She won't let me down." My husband said from the doorway. " I trust her."
I looked at him, I wanted to please him, to make up for the things I'd done
that had upset him.
" I'll do whatever you want, whatever she wants. I won't ever disappoint you
again." He smiled at me and walked away closing the door behind him.
The blonde woman explained what was expected of me. There were eight for
dinner including her and my husband. I was to serve the food and drinks, and
to do whatever else I was told to do. I was to address all the women,
including her as Madam, and all the men including my husband as Sir.
All the talk about serving people, and doing whatever I was told had started
to stir something inside me. Something that I found out about myself at the
party last night. I like to do as I'm told. I like to be put on show. I like
to be humiliated. And I knew that's what they were going to do to me. And my
pussy was getting wet thinking about it.
" I won't disappoint my husband, and I won't disappoint you." I said. And
I meant it. The other thing I had learnt about myself, was that I wanted to
please the blonde woman almost as much as I wanted to please my husband.
What had happened at the party had changed everything. There was no point
trying to deny that now.
The blonde woman looked me up and down, she was pleased with my answer, and
the sincerity with which I had given it. " That's a lovely dress " she said.
" But you won't be needing it tonight. Drink the rest of your Champaign and
take it off. " I only hesitated for a moment, but I sensed her displeasure,
so I forced myself to gulp down the Champaign, and stood up, undoing the zip
in the back of my dress. She sipped on her Champaign as she watched me slide
out of my dress. " Lay it on the bed and take off the rest of your clothes."
I did as she instructed, I was laying my panties on the bed when the door
swung open and an attractive young woman with very short black hair walked
into the room.
My first instincts should have been to cover myself, , but I didn't instead,
I turned so she could have better view of me. She was wearing a French Maids
uniform, complete with the white head piece, and she carried another in her
hand.
" I've brought Lynnes uniform as you instructed Mistress." She said timidly.
" Help her put it on Kelly." The blonde woman said. And Kelly knelt at my feet
with a pair of black G-String panties. Soon, with Kellys help, I was in the
frilly little uniform, the hem not far below my crotch.
The two of us stood before the blonde woman, her eyes roaming over our
bodies as she spoke. " Kelly knows what is required, and you will follow her
instructions. You will address her as Miss. She has authority over you, and
you will do whatever she tells you too. Do you understand Lynne ? "
" Yes Madam, I understand." I answered respectfully. Just obeying her and
calling her madam aroused me.
" Thankyou Mistress " Kelly said politely, before leading me out into the
hall.
" And Kelly." The blonde woman called after her.. " Don't hurt her."
" No Mistress " Kelly said with a guilty look on her face.
As we walked down the hall toward the kitchen, I found myself admiring
Kellys legs and arse, something I wouldn't have done just 24 hours ago.
But so much had changed in that short space of time. Or maybe nothing had
changed. Maybe what happened at the party had just brought out something
in me that had always been there. Maybe my husband had married a slut.
When we got to the kitchen Kelly walked around me, looking at me with an
expression on her face that unsettled me.
" So....you're the new plaything hey !" She said with a hint of jealousy.
" I'm no ones plaything Kelly, I'm here with my husband, we're just having a
bit of fun. Now...."
" Don't you call me Kelly you Fucking Little Slut !" She shouted at me.
" I'm....I'm sorry." I stuttered.
" I may only be the little servant girl, but you're just the plaything. Your
the servant girls servant. That's why you have to call me Miss. Understand
slut!"
" Yes Miss." I forced myself to say.
She circled around me again. " If I bend over this bench and tell you to stick
your tongue up my arse you do it ! If I tell you ....."
" What's going on in here ! " My husband demanded from the doorway.
" I'm sorry Sir " Kelly said anxiously. This is my husband you fucking little
bitch. I thought to myself. I enjoyed watching the blood drain from her pretty
little face as she waited anxiously to see what my husband would do to her.
" It's not your fault Kelly." he said softly. " You were told to address her
as Miss, weren't you Lynne !" My husband was turning red with anger at me.
" You were told to do whatever she fucking tells you to do !......Weren't you
Lynne.!"
His expression changed to one of disappointment. " I guess I was wrong, you
are just a selfish little slut. I'll call you a taxi...." His voice trailed
off as he turned his back on me to walk away.
" No Sir. Please. I'm sorry !" I thought calling him Sir would please him.
Show him that I really did want to be whatever it was he wanted me to be. But
his face was empty when he looked back at me. Devoid of any emotion.
I really didn't understand what was happening to me. All I did know was that
I liked it. I liked it very much. Kelly was right, I was a plaything. And very
soon my husband, the blonde woman and six strangers would be seated around
that table as I served them. And I knew they were going to humiliate me,
degrade me in all sorts of ways, make me do all sorts of obscene things and
the thought of it made me giddy with anticipation.
The simple fact was I wanted to be their plaything. My husband and the blonde
woman already knew that, and the thought of being sent home in a taxi now
made me realise it now too. I had never been more arouse and excited in my
life. This wasn't going to end with me being sent home in a taxi now.
" Please...." I pleaded with my husband. " I'm sorry, I won't disappoint you
again. I promise. " I moved over to Kelly.
" I'm sorry Miss." I'll do whatever you want." A gloating smile lit up her
pretty face, she was enjoying her victory over me.
" Please tell me what I can do to make it up to you Miss." I begged her."
I'll do anything."
" Don't disappoint me again Lynne ! " was all my husband said as he walked
out of the kitchen. . " Now little slut." Kelly said with a sickeningly smug
look on her face. " Lift up your dress and bend over that stool."
I did as she instructed without hesitating. Being obedient was becoming
easier, more natural.As I was bent over the stool, with my dress up over my
back, she grabbed the waist of my G-String panties and pulled them up
hard into the crack of my arse cheeks.
" You're a bad little slut." She said menacingly." And bad little sluts have
to be punished."
I gasped each time her hand slapped across the cheeks of my bare arse.
She abused me in the most vulgar manner as her hand repeatedly smacked
hard against the soft skin of my arse. But mingled with the pain was a hint of
pleasure as she punished me.
" Hi Kelly." A voice I hadn't heard before said. A shiver of embarrassment
ran through my body, replaced quickly by pain as her hand smacked me
even harder.
" Hi Nathan." Kelly replied casually, as she looked down at me.
The voice belonged to a young man, more a boy really, no more than 16 or
17 years old. He was carrying trays of something, his eyes darted from my arse
to my face and then back to my arse again.
" Just on the bench here thanks Nathan." Kelly said as her hand slapped
hard against the now red cheeks of my arse again. He never took his eyes
off me as he put the trays down on the bench beside me. I was getting so wet
between the legs that I could feel drops of my juice running down my thighs
as I watched him watching me. And I moaned quietly as I saw the bulge grow in
the front of his jeans.
" This will give you something to jerk off to tonight Nathan." Kelly said as
her hand smacked me hard on my arse again.
" Kelly ! " The young man protested.
" Her name is Lynne. And she's been a bad little slut." Kelly said. " Say
hello to Nathan Lynne."
" Hello Nathan." I panted.
Kelly slapped me hard, one more time, and then said " Alright Nathan, you
better go before you cum in your pants." Nathan looked at me for just a
moment longer, and left. Kelly reached between my legs and felt how wet I
was. I moaned again, louder this time as her fingers brushed over pussy.
" You are a horny little slut aren't you." She said, as if repulsed by the way
my body was reacting. " You like being punished, don't you. You fucking...."
" And what are you two little bitches up to ?" The blonde woman said as she
walked into the kitchen. She looked absolutely beautiful in my expensive
black dress.
Kelly and I fell silent, in awe of both her presence and her beauty. " Do you
like it Lynne." She asked in an almost seductive voice. " Your husband says
it looks better on me than it does on you." He was right.
" I love the feel of these panties, they really hug you in all the right
places....don't they ? The bra is a bit loose, but your tits are too big."
She was wearing everything I had worn to have dinner with my husband. Not
just my dress, but my panties, my stockings,my garter, my shoes.
" What are you doing Kelly ? " She asked ominously.
" I....I was just......She was...." I could hear the fear in her voice.
" You were just abusing the trust I put in you, again , weren't you Kelly !
" Yes Mistress. " Kelly confessed reluctantly.
" That is why you are only a little servant girl, and why you will only ever
be alittle servant girl. You're greed and impatience to satisfy your own
desires, shows you for the little slut that you are ! "
I could smell my perfume on the blonde woman as she leant down to bring
her face level with mine. " Did you enjoy the spanking Kelly just gave you
Lynne."
" Um sort of I....... "
" Tell the truth ! " She said sensing my hesitation.
" No madam, not really, No I didn't...."
" She loved it Mistress. "Kelly said quickly, a hint of panic in her voice."
She soaked her panties......"
" And you think it was you that made her pussy wet !" The blonde woman
interrupted. " You stupid little slut ! You arrogantly assume that you
spanking her made her sweet little pussy wet."
" But it did mistress. Feel her panties, they're soaking wet. The little
whore.."
" I know her panties are wet Kelly." The blonde woman interrupted again." But
it wasn't you spanking her that gave our little cunt a wet cunt. Was it
Lynne?"
She didn't give me time to answer. " What made her lovely little cunt drip
was having to stand here like this in front of young Nathan." She started
stroking my hair gently as she spoke. " And seeing his young cock grow stiff
in his pants as he watched you spank her really made her little clit twitch,
didn't it Lynne ? " Again she didn't wait for me to answer. She didn't need
to. She understood me better than I understood myself.
" Do you want Kelly to continue spanking you Lynne ? " The blonde woman
asked me as she tenderly stroked my hair.
" No Madam I don't." I said, hoping she really did want the truth.
" See Kelly." The blonde woman said. " Lynne is not ready to be punished in
this way yet. When she is, she won't want it to stop. She'll beg for more. But
you can't see whether she is ready or not, and worse still you don't care. You
are just a horny selfish little dyke who can't control herself when she gets
her hands on a nice piece of pussy like this."
The blonde woman motioned for me to stand up. " Show me your panties Lynne. "
Obeying her was almost instinctive now, as I lifted the front of my dress to
show her what she wanted to see, my soaking wet panties,
" Show me your panties Kelly." Kelly, lifted the front of her dress, just as I
had done. There was a small damp patch on the crotch of Kellys panties.
" The two of you swap panties." The blonde woman said. I hesitated for a
moment, Kelly didn't. She obeyed immediately, sliding her panties down her
legs, giving me a brief glimpse of her bald pussy. I quickly did the same.
Kelly bit her bottom lip as she felt my wet panties against her shaved pussy.
Another new sensation ran through my body as I felt the damp crotch of Kellys
panties hug me between the legs.The blonde woman said something to Kelly but
I was too distracted to hear.Then she looked into my eyes and said
" Lynne has a long night ahead of her we need to keep her fresh."
Then Kelly was standing beside me with a large glass of cold water and a
bottle of scotch. I gulped the water down, it felt good.Then Kelly handed me
the scotch, and I took a long swig on the bottle, then another.
"Feeling better?" The blonde woman asked." Yes Madam" I said. "Thankyou"
The sudden cold of the water was refreshing, like diving into a pool of cool
water on a hot day. And the warm burning scotch had helped steady my
nerves.
" Kelly. " The blonde woman said sternly. " From now on you will call Lynne
Miss, and do whatever she tells you too. You will be her little servant girl
too."
" Yes Mistress." Kelly replied, her head bowed.
" Lynne. " The blonde woman said mischievously. " There are a few smudges
on your shoes. Have them attended to." With that she turned and left. God
she looked good in my dress, I thought to myself as I watched her.
My eyes wandered over Kellys body as I assessed the charms of the pretty
little lesbian in the French Maids Uniform.
" The blonde woman, the Mistress, what's her name ?" I asked as I ran my
finger across the outline of her swollen nipples.
" I don't know Miss. She's never told me and I've never asked." Her body
stiffened as I reached under her skirt and stroked her gently between her
legs.
" And just what are you ? " I asked with disdain. " Are you her servant....her
slave.....and what the fuck does she do with a slut dyke like you anyway !"
She moved her feet apart to open her legs for me, to make it easier for me to
grope her.
" Sometimes I'm her servant, sometimes I'm her slave, sometimes I'm just
her slut. I'm whatever she wants me to be. And I do whatever she wants me to
do." She said, her breath getting heavier as I rubbed my finger up and down
the outline of her slit.
" And how long have you been her...her whatever you are ?" I asked as I slid
a finger inside her panties and rubbed her wet bald pussy."
" I've been here a bit over a year Miss." She said, her hips starting to
thrust slowly against my finger as I stroked her slippery clit.
" I get jealous of new girls like you Miss." She added voluntarily. " I know
one day she'll get bored with me and replace me with a new girl. A girl like
you. You've got great tits Miss. And the Mistress loves sluts with big tits.
Her voice was getting softer her fists clenched. I knew she was close to
cumming so I pulled my hand out from between her legs. Her eyes pleaded
with me to make her cum. I stuck my finger in her mouth and she sucked her
juices off it hungrily. " Please Miss. " She moaned. " Please don't stop now."
' No dirty little slut Dyke like you is cumming on my finger." I spat at her.
" Of course Miss. I'm sorry. I don't deserve to cum on your finger." Her
pathetic little voice sent a shiver of excitement through me. " May I touch
myself please Miss, May I finger myself like the cheap slut that I am ? " Her
eyes told me how desperate she was to cum.
" Maybe later." I said smugly.
" Thank you Miss." she panted, accepting my right to deny her the pleasure she
was so close to being consumed by.
" Excuse me Miss." Kelly said meekly. " Would you like me to take care of
those smudges on your shoes now ? " Kelly seemed to understand something
about this that I didn't.
" Yes Kelly " I said, trying to sound in control.
I can't describe the sensation that ran through my body as Kelly sunk to her
knees in front of me, and then lowered her face to my feet, resting her weight
on her hands either side of me, and started cleaning my shoes with her tongue.
I had experience so many new emotions and sensations in the past 24 hours.
Watching this beautiful young woman, on her hands and knees, licking my
shoes was another one. The panties that she had worn a few moments ago
were now soaking up the juices pouring from my pussy.
She really would do whatever I told her too. Just the thought of it made my
clit swell.
" Is that satisfactory Miss ?" She asked looking up at me.
" No !" I snapped at her. " Crawl around the back and do my heals." She did
as I had ordered. I made her take my shoes off and lick my feet and suck my
toes through my stockings. I let her lie on the floor in front of me and
masturbate, while I called her a cheap little slut and a whore, but made her
stop just before she came. I made her lick my arsehole, but had to stop her
because I knew how much noise I would make if I came with her tongue up my
arse. I took my panties off and made her clean my juices off the crotch with
her tongue. I enjoyed her submissiveness. I enjoyed being cruel to the little
dyke.
" Hi Kelly, Hi Lynne." Nathan said shyly as he walked into the kitchen again.
He had another young man with him, who was even younger than Nathan, both
were carrying trays of food.
" Kellys been a very naughty little slut Nathan. Do you think I should punish
her." The thrill of making the little bitch do all these disgusting things
disappeared in an instant of panic as I heard the blonde woman walk into
the room.
" Hello Nathan, Hello Trent." She said casually. I grabbed Kellys arm and
pulled her up. I knew my face betrayed my guilt, but she didn't seem to
notice.
" Is that the last of the food boys ?" She said. They both nodded nervously.
" Start organising the food Kelly, Lynne, light the candelabra and then Kelly
will show you what you need to know. She started to leave, and suddenly
turned back. " Have you fixed the boys up with their tip Lynne." I shook my
head, " Um....No Madam, I'll um...I'll just get my purse."
Kelly and the two boys sniggered. " You won't need your purse Lynne." The
blonde woman said. " Do it in the laundry."
Suddenly I realised what she meant. A wave of embarrassment swamped
me. Not because of what I was about to do to these two boys, but because
I was too stupid or naive to realise what she had meant in the first place.
Kelly led me and the two boys into a large laundry off the kitchen. " It
won't take long Miss." She said as the two boys lent up against the wall. I
crouched down in front of young Nathan, undid his zip and took out his stiff
young cock. Just as I wrapped my lips around it he thrust it into my mouth
and started humping my face. His cock wasn't all that big, but god it was so
stiff. He humped my face less than a dozen times before his young cum filled
my mouth. I swallowed it hungrily, but there was so much that some dripped
out the sides of my mouth. I wiped my mouth with my fingers, and licked my
fingers clean.
I crouched in front of his younger friend Trent. I didn't want to even think
just how young this boy was. His cock was small, but like Nathan, very stiff
and hard. I slid it into my mouth, and licked the bottom of it with my
tongue. He came straight away. I had all of his stiff little cock in my
mouth, so his cum slid easily down my throat.
When I walked back into the Kitchen, Kelly handed me my handbag and a
damp cloth. " You better clean yourself up Miss." She said politely. " You
might want to touch up your makeup too Miss."
After I had fixed myself up, Kelly showed me what was required of me. I kept
being as contemptuous and nasty to the little dyke as I could, and I enjoyed
every minute of it. Even more because she hated every minute of it. She hated
being the playthings servant. What did that say about her ?
I was reminding her of this very point while we were lighting the candelabra.
" So little Dyke slut ! " I snarled at the little bitch. " If I'm the
plaything, and you're my servant, what the fuck does that make you ? "
" It makes me whatever you want me to be Miss." She said, trying to hide
her contempt for me. But it was obvious that she loathed me. I could see it
in her eyes. She hated me for what I had made her do since the blonde woman
gave me authority over her. I could almost hear her thoughts.
" If only the mistress hadn't caught me spanking you....you fucking slut.
You'd be sticking your tongue up my arse. If only...."
But she had been caught, and she had paid the price. And I intended to make
her keep paying all night. I was surprised at how cruel I could be with Kelly.
And surprised at how much I delighted in it.
She was lighting the last of the candles with a match she held between the
thumb and index finger of her right hand. She was about to blow the match
out when I told her not too. She looked at me with a mixture of horror and
hatred. We watched the flame dance down the match toward her fingers.
She gritted her teeth as the pain started to bite at her. I nearly came just
from seeing her wince in pain as the flame fizzled out between the tips of her
fingers. My panties were soaked again.
" Is there anything else I can do to please you Miss." She said defiantly
through the pain, still holding the dead match between her throbbing fingers.
" Oh yes little dyke slut." I sneered. " It's going to be a long night for
you."
I was lost in the almost surreal pleasure of the moment. She was saying
something, but it was as if the world had gone silent for that instant.
" Excuse me Miss " She was saying. " Yes, little dyke slut." I said
disdainfully.
" Excuse me Miss, but you should get out there as quickly as you can."
I didn't understand what she meant. I was still dizzy from the thrill of
making her hold the burning match, but slowly the haze lifted from my mind,
and I could hear the tinkling of a bell coming from the sitting room, and a
sense of panic swept through me. " I haven't finished with you yet little
lesbian." I snarled at her as I scurried off to the sitting room.
I stood in front of the couch where my husband and the blonde woman sat
talking. My husband had his hand on her leg.
" How can I please you Madam ?" I said, as Kelly had told me too.
" Tell me Lynne. Have you ever lied on the floor with your mouth open while a
woman squatted over you and pissed on your face. ?"
Even if I could have thought of something to say the terror that engulfed me
had left me incapable of speaking.
" I rang this bell four times before you responded. If that ever happens
again, you will find out what Kellys warm urine tastes like. Do you
understand me ?"
" Yes...Yes Miss....Um Madam...I'm sorry...it won't happen again Madam....."
I was babbling almost incoherently. and was relieved when she cut me off.
" I'm glad you understand Lynne. And from now on, you will call me Mistress."
" Yes Mistress." I replied quickly, gratefully." Thank you Mistress. "
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