LYNNE: CHAPTER 12. An introduction to Submission.
I thrust my crotch forward as far as I could to make it easier for Mistress
Rebecca to whip my cunt. The whip was swirling faster and faster
through the air hitting me harder and harder on my cunt and my orgasm
erupted inside me. At first I screamed from the waves of pleasure that
crashed between my legs and through my body, but the pleasure was so
intense and lasted so long that it reduced me to the whimpering, sweaty,
pathetic little slut that I am.
Somehow I ended up back on the bed of straw on the floor in the corner,
naked, my hands tied behind my back with rope that burnt into my
wrists. They left me there like that in the dark again and I drifted off to
sleep, exhausted from the pain and the pleasure from what they had
done to me.
I woke up suddenly when someone grabbed me and started pulling me
across the cold concrete floor of the dungeon by my hair. I screamed
and clawed at the hands that had hold of me.
" Let me go ! " I yelled out. And I slumped to the floor as whoever it was
who had been pulling me by my hair let go of me. I looked up but I
couldn't see clearly, my eyes hadn't adjusted to the bright lights that
again filled the dungeon. I could make out someone standing in front
of me and then I heard the sound of high heels on the concrete as
someone else walked towards me.
" Get Up, and Get Out !" The Blonde Woman said, spitting her words
at me. I could see more clearly now. The Blonde Woman was standing
right over me, looking down at me with a look of disgust on her face.
The other person standing near me was Mistress Rebecca. She was the
one who had dragged me across the floor.
I didn't understand why The Blonde Woman was so angry with me. I
thought she'd be pleased with the way I took my whipping, the way I
enjoyed it so much.
" Why, Mistress, why do you want me to leave. I did ..."
" Don't call me Mistress you little slut !" She snapped back at me. " You
are not my little slave girl and I am not your Mistress. I don't have slaves
who behave the way you do."
I didn't understand what I'd done wrong, all I wanted was to be hers,
to be her slave. " I'm sorry Mistress. Please I'm sorry." Tears started
to roll down my cheeks as I dragged myself to my knees and begged
her to forgive me. I didn't know what I'd done wrong, all I knew was
that I had to see this through. Becoming her slave was now my
obsession, my addiction, nothing else mattered anymore.
" You don't even know what you're sorry for do you Lynne ?"
" No Mistress I don't...." The words came out before I could stop them.
I could feel my heart racing in my chest when I realised what I'd said.
I knew she'd throw me out for sure now.
" That's better Lynne." The Blonde Woman said in a softer voice. The
expression on her face had changed too. " I'm pleased you didn't try
to lie to me again. Slaves don't lie to their Mistresses Lynne, not if they
want to stay a slave, or become one in your case."
" I'll never lie to you Mistress." I sobbed. " And all I want is to be your
slave. You know that, you know I'll do anything you tell me to, anything.
Please tell me what I've done wrong and I'll never do it again....."
My voice trailed off as I sobbed pathetically. I caught a glimpse of myself
in a mirror behind a whipping post. It's hard to describe what I saw.
I was naked, my body still carrying some faint marks from where I was
whipped earlier. I was on my knees, with my hands tied behind my back
at the feet of two women who stood over me. I could see the trail where
the tears had rolled down my face as I had pleaded to be forgiven,
without even knowing what it was I was pleading to be forgiven for.
All that mattered to the pathetic woman in the mirror, all that mattered
to me was for the Blonde Woman to let me be her slave. To teach me
how to please her. To tell me what she wanted of me, and to tell me what
I'd done wrong.
I'm not sure what I saw when I looked at myself in the mirror, and I can't
explain why, but I loved the way I looked. It makes me wet just thinking
about it.
I was still staring at myself in the mirror when I felt the sole of Mistress
Rebecca's boot slap against my chest and I fell to the floor, the rope
cut into my wrists as I landed heavily on the concrete floor.
The Blonde Woman walked over to me and kicked my breasts gently
a few times with the tip of her expensive black shoes. She looked
absolutely beautiful with her long blonde hair falling over the shoulders
of a short black evening dress. The neckline plunged in a V at the front
offering a teasing glimpse of her breasts.
I felt myself getting wet as she poked my tits and stomach with the toe
of her shoe and looked down at me. My nipples grew stiff for her and she
flicked them with the cold metal tip on the heel of her black stilettos.
" I like the way you look too little slut." She said looking into my eyes.
" Thank you Mistress." I moaned softly. " All I want to do is to please
you. You must know that by now. I mean it when I say I'll do anything you
tell me to. Just give me the chance to be your slave and I'll show you,
please......"
" We'll see Lynne," She said curtly still poking parts of my body with the
toe of her shoe. " Lick my shoes little whore."
" Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." I said as I dragged myself onto
my knees and positioned myself on the floor at her feet and started
running my tongue over her shiny black stilettos.
" Do you really understand what it is you want Lynne ? Do you really
understand what it means to give yourself to another completely ?
Do you really understand what it means to be a slave ? "
I didn't say anything, I didn't think I was suppose to, I just kept licking
her delicious leather shoes as she spoke.
" We need to talk Lynne." She pulled her shoe away from my mouth and
turned to Mistress Rebecca.
" Get Kelly to clean her up and then bring her to me."
Kelly didn't have the same look of affection and passion in her eyes as
she did last time she bathed me, she didn't have the same tenderness in
her touch. She hadn't forgiven me for letting her take my punishment. I
kept trying to tell her I was sorry but she never spoke to me the whole
time, she couldn't even bring herself to look at me. I knew I had to find a
way to make it up to her."
Kelly motioned for me to get out of the bath and then dried me with a
large fluffy white towel. But there was no affection or feeling in the
way she ran the towel over my body, not like there was before. It was as
if bathing me and drying me was a chore, an unpleasant one at that.
After Kelly had dried me she pointed to some clothes folded neatly on
a dresser in the corner. As soon as I saw the clothes I recognised them.
They were mine. Or they were mine. They belonged to the woman called
Lynne before that night in the garage.
The panties and bra were the white lace one's the other Lynne had
bought at David Jones a month ago. The cheap body tone pantyhose
were still in the packet they were in when the other Lynne bought them
at Coles months ago. The dress was one that Lynne the little house wife
had worn many times. It was pale cream with a very modest hem and
neckline. The shoes were an old pair of white low heels she had been
going to throw out ages ago.
I grew increasingly nervous as Kelly helped dress me and applied a
touch of blush to my cheeks, a pale pink gloss to my lips, and few dabs
of Avon perfume. The nervousness became a sense of panic almost
when I saw myself in the mirror as Kelly brushed my hair.
I looked in the mirror and saw the old Lynne staring back at me. I had
a horrible feeling that this was the Blonde Woman's way of telling me
she didn't want me.
" What's going on Kelly ? " I asked, afraid to hear the answer. But Kelly
said nothing. What I saw in the mirror told me. I was the other Lynne
again. The little house wife who liked to cook and to read John Grisham
novels and to watch the Sharkies. I didn't want to be that Lynne again.
I thought back over all the things I'd done over the past few weeks. I
wasn't that Lynne anymore and never could be. They'd turned me into
a slut and cheap street whore. I'd been whipped and humiliated in so
many ways, and I'd loved every moment of it all.
Kelly had punished me in the most disgusting way and I had let her, I'd
let her do it again if the Blonde Woman told me to.
I'd done so many disgusting things, had so many disgusting things done
to me. What more did I need to do to show the Blonde Woman that I
meant what I said. What more did I need to do to show her how much I
needed to give myself to her, to become her slave.
I looked over at Kelly, standing near the door in her little red slave girl
outfit. I wanted to be dressed like her. I wanted to belong to the Blonde
Woman the way she did.
" This way please Miss." Kelly said softly with her head bowed.
A cold shiver ran down my spine when I heard her. They'd unleashed
all these feelings inside me that now consumed every part of me, and
now they were just going to throw me away.
What was I suppose to do ? Pretend all this hadn't happened ? Pretend I
didn't feel the things I felt ? Was I suppose to go back to being just
another boring little housewife living in the suburbs with her husband.
Did I still have a husband to go back to ? I couldn't go back, not now.
And they knew I couldn't.
My head was swimming as Kelly led me through a maze of hallways and
staircases. Kelly stopped at the top of a landing and opened a door
and then stood back with her head bowed and said;
" In here please Miss."
I brushed past Kelly and walked into the sitting room where so much had
happened that night of the dinner party. The Blonde woman was sitting
on one of the couches, her legs crossed, her arms folded in front of her
with her chin resting in her hand. She tapped her finger gently against
her cheek as she watched Kelly escort me to the couch opposite.
As I sat down I looked at the coffee table that separated us. The coffee
table where I had entertained the Blonde Woman and her friends
with Tom the night of the dinner party.
I could feel the Blonde Womans eyes on me and I desperately wanted to
say something but I had no idea what to say. The silence was agonising
and I was relieved when it was interrupted when Kelly offered me a glass
of Champagne from a silver tray. The tall glass shook in my hand as
I lifted it to my mouth.
After serving me Kelly walked over and put the tray behind the bar, her
bare feet making a soft pattering sound on the slate floor as she moved
quietly around the room and then she stood beside the fireplace to my
left with her hands by her side, her head bowed slightly and her eyes
looking down at the floor. She was standing in the same spot where I
had been made to humiliate myself by wetting myself in front of every
body the night of the dinner party.
That terrible silence returned to the room. My heart was beating so hard
in my chest I felt sure that both Kelly and the Blonde Woman would have
heard it.
" Please don't do this to me Mistress." I mumbled softly. I couldn't take
the silence any longer. I couldn't bare not knowing what she was going to
do with me any longer.
" Do what Lynne ?" The Blonde Woman said disinterestedly as she leant
forward and picked her glass of champagne up off the coffee table and
took a delicate sip.
" Please don't send me away. I can't go back to the way things were, not
now. Everything is different now. I just want to be yours. The way Kelly
is."
" Why should I care what you want ?"
I looked up at the Blonde Woman, I didn't know how to answer her.
There was no reason for her to care what I wanted.
" Kelly is my slave Lynne, she gave herself to me completely and obeys
me without hesitation. What she wants doesn't matter to me any more
than what you want does. But more importantly what she wants doesn't
matter to her either. All that matters is what I want."
" I want to be your slave too Mistress...."
" There you go again Lynne, talking about what you want. I just told you
I'm not interested in what you want. Kelly doesn't want to be a slave
or need to be a slave, it's just what she is. You don't seem to understand
the difference. "
She was right I didn't understand the difference. There were a lot of
things I didn't understand but I knew what I wanted, even if the
Blonde Woman didn't care what I wanted. I looked into her eye's
and saw a tenderness I hadn't seen in her eye's before.
" Do you even understand what a slave is Lynne ?" She asked me in
a gentle voice. She was staring into my eyes just as I was staring into
hers. I wondered what she saw in my eye's.
She took another sip from her glass and put it back on the coffee table
and said; " The use of the word slave in the context we use it is very
different to what most people perceive it's meaning. Kelly is my slave,
but I don't use her as a tool of labour like slaves in the past were used.
And I don't hold her as my slave against her will.
Slave, Sex Slave, they're only words Lynne. But the words have
significance in so far as they express the ownership of one person by
another. I own Kelly, if I get bored with her or she displeases me I will sell
her to somebody else, and Kelly will allow herself to be sold to someone
else. Kelly is a slave because she is totally and completely submissive.
That's just what she is and she can't change what she is."
" Of course there's a certain erotic and sexual feel to the word slave.
It conjures up all sorts of images. As a Mistress it arouses me because
it adds to my sense of ownership and dominance and as a slave, it
arouses Kelly because it adds to her feelings of submission and of being
owned. It's a very sexual and very powerful word."
I understood what the Blonde woman was saying. And I knew I was the
same as Kelly, I knew I was just as submissive and needed to be owned
just as much as Kelly, but I had to find some way of convincing the
Blonde Woman. Of at least letting her give me another chance to show
her that I was just like Kelly.
" May I speak Mistress ?" I asked politely, trying to show that I
understood and that I was learning.
" Yes Lynne you may speak"
" Thank you Mistress. I've learnt a lot about myself over the past few
weeks since that night in the garage and I know now that being a slave
is just as much a part of me and what I am as it is a part of Kelly.
I look back over the things I've done over the past few weeks, at how
quickly I've become what I am now, and I realise that this is what I've
always been. I just didn't know it until you showed me."
The Blonde Woman was listening to me, not just hearing me but actually
listening to what I had to say. She took another sip from her glass and
looked at me again and said;
" I agree Lynne. You've come a long way in a very short time, and you've
still got a lot to learn about what is required from a slave, but that's
not the problem."
" Then what is the problem Mistress, what have I done wrong ?"
" You've done a lot of things wrong Lynne but that in itself isn't
necessarily a problem. Teaching a woman how to be an obedient
and submissive slave is an enjoyable experience for a Mistress."
" Then teach me Mistress." My eye's were pleading with her, and she
smiled at me with a warmth she hadn't shown towards me before.
" It's a matter of limits Lynne." She said as she turned to face Kelly.
" Come here ! " She ordered Kelly in a much different voice than the one
she had been speaking to me with. Kelly quickly scurried across the floor
and stood by her Mistresses side. The Blonde Woman gently ran her
hand up Kelly's leg and caressed the inside of her thigh.
" She's absolutely gorgeous, isn't she Lynne ?" The Blonde Woman said
as she devoured Kelly's body with her eyes.
" Yes Mistress, she is." I answered meekly. I knew what the Blonde
Woman was going to say next. She was going to say that I just wasn't
attractive the way Kelly was. I knew I wasn't, not many woman are.
" You are nowhere near as attractive or sexy as Kelly is, are you Lynne?"
" No Mistress I'm not." I couldn't look at her when I answered.
The Blonde Woman smiled at me again. " I'm glad you were honest
with me Lynne. But the fact that you're not as beautiful or physically
appealing as Kelly isn't the problem either. You're more attractive than
some women I have as my slaves and less attractive than others. That
isn't what's important either. As I said Lynne what matters is limits."
The Blonde Woman's eyes were still roaming over Kelly's body as she
spoke.
" You see Lynne, Kelly has no limits on what she will do to please me.
She has no limits on her obedience or her submissiveness. She is
totally submissive and completely obedient. Her sole purpose is to serve
me and anybody else I choose to give her to. Pleasure for Kelly comes
from being obedient and being submissive. And of course obedience and
submission brings other pleasures with it too, doesn't it Kelly ?"
The blonde woman slid her hand up Kelly's skirt started stroking her
gently between the legs.
" Yes Mistress." Kelly moaned softly as she opened her legs slightly to
allow her Mistress easier access to that part of her body.
The Blonde Woman's fingers glistened with Kelly's juices when she
removed her hand from under Kelly's skirt. She held her hand up
and Kelly hungrily licked her juices off her Mistresses fingers. I felt
myself getting wet as I watched.
" Mistress." I said nervously. " What about all the things I've done over
the past few weeks, doesn't that show what I am ?"
The Blonde Woman looked at me as if she'd been waiting for me to say
something like that.
" A lot of the things you've done over the past few weeks you've done
for yourself, for your own pleasure. That show's that you're a slut Lynne,
but it doesn't mean that you're a slave. The streets are full of slut's,
but do you really have the natural instincts of submission that a woman'
like Kelly has. "
" I know I do Mistress, just give me the chance to show you."
The Blonde woman ran her fingers affectionately through Kelly's hair.
" Then why did you yell at Mistress Rebecca to let you go ?
Suddenly The Blonde Woman grabbed Kelly by the hair and stood up and
dragged her around the room towards me. Then she threw Kelly on the
floor at my feet.
" Clean her shoes for her little whore." The Blonde Woman growled at
Kelly. And Kelly knelt at my feet and started licking my shoes. I looked
down at Kelly and saw her tongue lapping at my shoes. Watching her
made me even wetter. I felt my panties soaking up my juices
" See." The Blonde Woman said as she looked down at Kelly. " She
didn't resist me dragging her around the room by her hair. She didn't
tell me to let her go and she didn't hesitate when I told her to clean
your shoes."
" But I........" I didn't know what to say and I was relieved when the
Blonde Woman interrupted me.
" It's instincts and limits Lynne. Kelly's instincts are to submit and she
has no limits to her submission or her obedience. Take Lynne's shoes
off and lick her feet Kelly."
" Yes Mistress." Kelly said as I felt her slide my shoes off. Then I felt
her tongue licking my feet through my pantyhose.
" What do you think of Lynne Kelly, do you like her ? "
" No Mistress, I hate the ugly slut." Kelly said just as she wrapped her
mouth around my toes and sucked them into her mouth.
" Do you like licking Lynne's feet Kelly ?"
" Yes Mistress. I love licking her feet. It makes me wet."
The Blonde woman let Kelly's words hang in the air for a moment.
" Why do you love licking Lynne's feet if you hate her so much Kelly . Why
does it make your sweet little pussy wet doing it ?"
" Because you want me to Mistress. And I love doing anything you want
me to. Doing what you want me to makes me wet."
The Blonde Woman looked down almost proudly at Kelly.
" Do you see Lynne." She said looking up at me. " Kelly's pleasure comes
from doing as she's told, from doing what I want her to do."
" Yes Mistress, I understand." I said softly as I watched Kelly sucking on
my toes. My pussy was dripping. I wanted Kelly's tongue between my
legs.
" But there's also an element of humiliation in having to lick the feet of
someone you hate." The Blonde Woman said as Kelly started licking
the soles of my feet. " That's part of the reason Kelly gets pleasure from
doing it. It's humiliating for her to have to do it, and she enjoys being
humiliated. Being humiliated arouses her, it makes her wet. But
ultimately she wouldn't be licking your feet if I hadn't told her to. So
Kelly receives pleasure in doing it for a combination of reasons. Being an
obedient little slave girl, being humiliated and the act itself all combine
to make it a pleasurable experience for her which arouses her."
The Blonde Woman smiled at me again.
" Submission is a lot more complicated than those who have never
experienced it think it is Lynne."
The Blonde Woman took another sip from her glass of Champagne and
told Kelly to stand up. " Are you wet Lynne ? "
" Yes Mistress I am." I said looking her straight in her eyes.
" Did you hear what she called you Lynne. She said you were an ugly
slut."
" Yes Mistress I heard her." I wasn't sure how I was suppose to react or
what she expected me to say. The Blonde Woman glared at Kelly and
she fell to her knees at my feet.
" I'm sorry Miss. Please forgive me. Please tell me what I can do to show
you how sorry I am Miss." Kelly said looking into my eyes, looking back
into hers I could tell that she was sorry. She was sorry because her
Mistress wanted her to be sorry.
" Get me the paddle Kelly and then lie across Lynnes lap." The Blonde
Woman said angrily. Kelly scurried off and quickly returned with a black
leather paddle. She lifted her skirt exposing her beautiful bare arse and
and her shaved pussy and layed across my lap. Her body felt warm
against mine.
The Blonde Woman walked over to us and Kelly held the paddle out
for her. " I want to hurt you Kelly."
" Please hurt me Mistress I deserve it. " Kelly panted.
" See how she begs me to punish her Lynne. See how she wants me to
hurt her. A slave enjoys the pain her Mistress inflicts on her. A slave
wants to be punished if she's displeased her Mistress."
The Blonde Woman started smacking Kelly hard on the soft skin of her
bare arse. Kelly thanked her each time the paddle struck her and she
begged for more.
" Tell Lynne how sorry you are for what you said bitch."
Kelly lifted her head and looked back over her shoulder at me as the
Blonde Woman continued to belt her with the paddle.
" I'm so sorry Miss. I deserve to be punished for what I said to you. I
only said it because I'm jealous of you. I'm jealous that the Mistress
will pay you more attention than she pays me. I'm jealous of your body
too Miss. I wish I had beautiful breasts like you. I'm the ugly slut Miss,
not you. I'm a stupid flat chested slut Miss. Please let me show you how
sorry I am. A cheap slut like me isn't worthy to lick your sweet pussy,
but I could lick your arse for you Miss. I could stick my tongue up your
arse for you. Please let me Miss. Please let me show you how sorry I am"
Kelly's arse was glowing red and her head slumped forward. She couldn't
speak anymore. I felt her body flinch on my lap as The Blonde Woman
continued to punish her with the paddle.
" Do you want me to stop hitting you Kelly ?"
" No Mistress." Kelly panted breathlessly, her face buried in the couch as
she forced herself to endure her punishment.
" See Lynne." The Blonde Woman said as she started hitting Kelly on the
inside of her thighs with the paddle. " Kelly enjoyed the pain for a while
but now the pleasure has gone and there is only pain. But a slave never
wants her punishment to stop until her Mistress is ready to stop. She
knows that what she wants doesn't matter anyway. All that's left for her
is to wait for the pleasure she'll receive when the pain stops. Do you
understand Lynne ?"
" Yes Mistress, I understand." Watching Kelly being punished and
listening to her talk about sticking her tongue up my arse had made my
pussy drip even more. I knew there was a wet patch on the leather couch
where I was sitting.
Suddenly the Blonde Woman stopped hitting Kelly with the paddle.
Kelly's arse and thighs were glowing red. " Thank you Mistress." I heard
Kelly say. Her voice a breathless whisper. " Thank you for punishing me
Mistress. I deserved it."
The Blonde Woman reached over and grabbed Kelly by the hair and
pulled her off my lap. She landed heavily on the floor at my feet.
" Did you listen to what Kelly said to you Lynne. She meant what she
said. She is jealous of you. She is jealous that I will pay you more
attention than her. She is jealous of your body. She does wish she had
big tits like you. But she hates you. No body with any self respect or
dignity or pride would admit that to you. But a slave has no self respect
or dignity or pride. And nobody treats a slave with any respect or dignity.
A slave is just there to be used. And a commodity to be sold or given
away when she is of no further use. Do you understand Lynne ?
" Yes Mistress I do. " I understood a lot of things now. And I wanted to
be used the way the Blonde Woman was using Kelly.
" Do you want Kelly to show you how sorry she is in the way she
suggested Lynne ?" The Blonde Woman asked as she sat down on the
couch opposite me again.
I desperately wanted Kelly to do that to me. " What I want doesn't matter
Mistress, what matters is what you want."I said hoping it was the right
answer. The Blonde Woman smiled at me again.
" Get up and lean over the coffee table so Kelly can show you how sorry
she is."
My legs felt hollow when I stood up. I bent over the coffee table and
and put my hands on the top of the table to support myself as I moved
my feet apart a little more.
I heard Kelly moving behind me then I felt her hands reaching up under
my dress and pulling my panty hose and panties down to my knees.
Then she pushed my dress up over my back exposing my arse.
My face was only a few feet away from the Blonde Woman who stared
into my eyes as I felt Kelly's tongue licking it's way up the back of my
legs. I moaned in anticipation.
Kelly licked the cheeks of my arse a few times and then I felt her tongue
lick my arsehole. I moaned loudly from the sensation of Kelly's tongue
on my arsehole. She licked me gently at first and then suddenly stabbed
my arsehole with her tongue, pushing her tongue deep up inside me
and I screamed out and came.
I was lost in the pleasure Kelly was giving me but I knew the Blonde
Woman was watching me, and knowing she was watching me just made
my orgasm more intense.
I'd never cum from just anal stimulation before and it was an amazing
experience. Different to any other orgasm I'd ever had. I could feel my
arsehole pulsing, grabbing Kelly's tongue as I came.
My head slumped onto the coffee table as my orgasm subsided.
" Fix Lynne's clothes up and pour us some more Champagne you dirty
little slut." The Blonde Woman said to Kelly without even looking at her.
After Kelly had slid my panties and panty hose back up my legs and
straightened my dress she scurried off to get the Champagne and I
sat clumsily back on the couch.
After Kelly served us our Champagne the Blonde Woman told her to
get the strap on vibrator. She wanted to show me something. Kelly
was gone less than a minute and returned holding something that
looked like a belt with all sorts of things on it.
" Explain to Lynne how it works as you put it on and then lie on the coffee
table." The Blonde Woman said as she pulled the knot at the side of
Kelly's little red salve skirt and it fell to the floor exposing her bald wet
pussy and still glowing red arse.
" Yes Mistress." Kelly said as she moved over to me. " See Miss. This
little rubber finger goes up my arse." Kelly sucked on it a few times to
get it wet and then slid up her arse, moaning quietly as she did.
" The plastic cock goes up my pussy Miss." She said in a panting voice.
" And this little knob rests on my clit." Kelly spread her legs a little and
slid the six inch plastic cock up her wet pussy. She paused for a moment
taking a few calming breaths before she continued.
" They all vibrate and the intensity of the vibrations is controlled by this
knob on the front Miss. And the belt goes around my waist to hold it in
place." Kelly did the belt up tightly around her waist and then layed on
the coffee table between the Blonde Woman and me as she had been
told to.
" Turn it on about 1/3 of the way Kelly." The Blonde Woman said as she
sipped on her Champagne. Kelly did as instructed and the room was
filled with the faint buzzing sounds from the vibrators inside Kelly's body.
Almost immediately Kelly's breathing grew louder. Her chest moved up
and down as the sensations ran through her body.
" Can you feel it up your arse Kelly, can you feel it inside your dirty little
cunt ? " The Blonde Woman said in that seductive voice of hers.
" Yes Mistress I can." Kelly panted.
" Turn it up all the way for her Lynne." The Blonde Woman told me, so
I leant over and turned the knob all the way up. The sounds of the
vibrators were much louder now and I could only imagine how good it
must have felt.
The Blonde Woman leant back into the couch and watched Kelly
squirming around on the coffee table for what seemed an eternity.
" Do you want to cum Kelly ?" She asked as she leant over her.
" Yes please Mistress, if you want me to." Kelly moaned.
" Well I don't want you to cum yet little slut."
Kelly let out a pathetic little whimper and grabbed the sides of the coffee
table. Her arse was lifting up off the coffee table and her knuckles were
turning white as she hung on tighter to the edges of the table.
" A slave doesn't cum without permission Lynne. Do you understand."
I understood. I had cum without permission. The Blonde Woman was
showing me how an obedient slave like Kelly behaves.
" Yes Mistress, I understand." I said hiding my face by looking down at
Kelly.
" Do you still want to cum Kelly." The Blonde Woman asked in a half
mocking tone.
" Oh God Yes Please Mistress." Kelly screamed out. " If you want me to."
" You can cum on the count of ten. Do you understand Kelly."
" Yes Mistress," Kelly moaned loudly. " Thank you Mistress."
The Blonde Woman started counting slowly, and Kelly started bucking
fast and wildly on the coffee table.
" 7..." I could see Kelly trying to hold back the tide of her orgasm that
threatened to swamp her at any second.
" 8....9..........I've changed my mind Kelly I don't want you to cum."
Kelly let out a long loud whine and quickly reached down and turned
the vibrators off. " Thank you Mistress." Kelly panted, her face was
flushed and her voice a desperate whisper.
" Get up slut." The Blonde Woman snapped at Kelly and we watched
as she undid the belt and slid the little rubber finger out of her arse.
From the look on her face I was sure Kelly was going to cum as she slid
the plastic cock out of her dripping wet cunt. But she didn't.
Suddenly the expression on the Blonde Woman's face changed.
" You look good in your housewife clothes Lynne. They suit you." She
was still smiling at me as she spoke but it was different somehow.
" What I'm wearing doesn't change what I'm feeling Mistress. I am a
slave Mistress. I need to give myself to you completely, to submit to
you completely. I'm sure I can do things to please you and that you can
find ways to use me for your pleasure or amusement. You can use me in
any way you want Mistress. I know I've made mistakes but I will do
anything you want me to....anything. I will obey you completely if you give
me another chance to show you. "
I know how desperate and pathetic I must have sounded. Tears had
started to swell in my eye's. The Blonde Woman looked at me with a hint
of a scowl on her face.
" You've learnt a lot in a short time Lynne but I'm not a patient woman
You better start learning faster.
" Yes Mistress, I will, thank you Mistress." My words ran into each other
as I spoke. She was giving me another chance and I've never felt so
relieved or grateful for anything in my life.
" This is the only time we will ever talk like this Lynne. From now on you
will be treated as the slave you think you are. Don't ever disobey me or
displease me again. And don't think this means I have accepted you as
my slave yet, I haven't. You still have a lot to do to prove you're worthy.
And I'm still to decide whether I want you. "
" Yes Mistress, thank you , I won't disappoint you."
" We'll see little whore. Now get up and follow me !"
Just hearing her call me a little whore again sent a shiver of excitement
through my body. " Yes Mistress." I said as I stood up and followed her
towards the hallway. Kelly was standing off to the side. The expression
on her face told me the torture her mind and body was trying to recover
from, and still enduring.
The Mistress suddenly stopped as she walked past Kelly. " I want you
to cum now Kelly." She said in a voice that expressed little interest in
her.
" Thank you Mistress." Kelly said as her eyes lit up. I could see her hands
and knees trembling, it seemed like she had to struggle just to stand
up. " How do you want me to cum for you Mistress ?"
The Mistress turned to me and said. " See Lynne, a slave cums for her
Mistress not for herself, and she always asks how her Mistress wants
her to cum."
The Mistress looked back at Kelly. " Get down on the floor and hump
Lynne's leg like a mongrel bitch dog on heat."
" Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." Kelly spat her words out quickly and
threw herself onto the floor and crawled over to me. She squatted on
the floor beside me opened her legs wide and pushed her crotch hard
against my leg. I felt her hands wrap tightly around my thigh as she
hung on and started humping my leg just as she had been told to, just
like a dog on heat.
She left a trail of her cunt juice on my stockings as she slid her wet
crotch up and down my leg and pushed herself hard against me. Her
grip around my thigh got tighter as she got closer.
" Cum for me Kelly." The Blonde woman said and Kelly screamed out
and came in a wild humping moaning frenzy. She grunted like an
animal as wave after wave of the orgasm she'd fought off was suddenly
released. Kelly was still cumming when the Mistress pushed her off my
leg.
" Finish yourself off with one of Lynne's shoe's." The Mistress said and
Kelly quickly crawled over to where I had been sitting and grabbed one
of my shoes off the floor and started fucking herself with it saying,
" Thank you Mistress, Thank you Mistress..." over and over.
I could hear Kelly cumming again as I followed The Mistress down
the hall. She stopped in front of a door, it took me a few seconds to
realise that I was suppose to open the door for her.
I opened the door and stood back to allow the Mistress to walk into
the room first and I followed behind her. The room was a study or an
office of some sort. There was a large desk under the window opposite
the door and a row of book shelves on the wall to my right. To my left
was a large fire place, two men were standing in front of it enjoying
it's warmth. They looked at me and I recognised them straight away.
They were the two men who had thrown me in the boot of the car when
they caught me at the brothel in Surrey Hills. The impression I had of
them that time was right, they were both as ugly as each other, their
arms covered in tattoos. They looked like brothers. Both were tall and
muscular with dark complexions, and short dark hair. They both wore
grubby blue denim jeans and T-shirts. One had work boots on the other
cheap joggers. But both had the same sickening little smirks on their
faces.
There was a woman sitting on the dark brown leather couch in front of
the fire place with her back to me.
" Is this her ?" The Mistress asked the woman.
I felt my pulse quicken when Lexy stood up and said.
" Yes. That's the little whore." Lexy's eyes drilled into me. I could see the
hatred she felt for me on her face. I hadn't seen her since that night
in Tony's office. I didn't know what Tony had done to her because of me
but I knew it wouldn't have been pleasant for her.
The Mistress told Lexy to sit down and told me to go and stand in front
of her, then she sat on the couch beside Lexy.
I didn't know what to do or where to look as I stood on the polished
floorboards in front of Lexy. Not being able to see the two ugly men
with the sickening smirks on their faces behind me only added to my
growing nervousness.
" Do you remember what you wrote about Lexy in your diary Lynne ?"
The Mistress asked in a sarcastic tone.
" Not exactly Mistress, I know I didn't like her." I stuttered.
Suddenly I felt a clammy hand on my arm from behind. The ugly man
in the dirty joggers passed me a photo copy of an exert from my diary.
I noticed he had dirty finger nails too as I took it off him.
" Read to Lexy what you wrote about her Lynne." The Mistress said.
I pushed my shoulders back and tried to look composed as I started
reading what I'd written about her.
" I saw Lexy down the street approaching the men that walked past her.
She had nearly cost me everything, I don't think I have ever felt such
hatred for another person in my life than I did for that whore.
And I didn't think she was particularly attractive either. She was about
my height 5'2", but she looked like she was a bit podgy under her
whore clothes. She had a black dress on. Really low cut, her tits looked
fairly big, but nothing special. Her dress was too short, her thighs were
just a bit too big for a dress that short.
She was obviously trying to look a bit classier than the other girls on the
street with her black dress and black stockings and shoes. But I didn't
think there was anything classy about her. She was sort of pretty, with
long black curly hair. And although I was finding myself more and more
attracted to other women, Lexy didn't do anything for me. I wasn't
attracted to her at all. The more I looked at her the uglier she seemed
to look. I despised the ugly whore."
I forced myself to look at Lexy as I read and when I'd finished reading.
I didn't want to, but I knew the Mistress wanted me to, and that's all
that mattered. The look of hatred on her face grew stronger the more I
read. When I finished reading and looked down at Lexy I was waiting for
her to leap off the couch and attack me, just as she'd done on the street.
All that seemed so long ago now.
" You think you're better than Lexy, don't you Lynne ?" The Mistress
said as she ran her fingers through Lexy's long black curly hair.
" Yes Mistress, I do." Not lying to the Mistress was already proving to be
a lot more difficult than I had thought it would be.
" Yes, I know you think you're better than her Lynne." The Mistress said
with a contemptuous smile on her face. She let me endure my
humiliation and embarrassment for a few moments and then looked
back up at me and said.
" Lynne, you get on your knees in front of the one in the joggers and suck
him off , and Lexy you get on your knees in front of the one in the boots
and suck him off."
"Yes Mistress." I said obediently and I knelt in front of the man in the
dirty joggers. Lexy didn't say anything, she just got up and knelt on the
polished floorboards in front of the man in the work boots.
Lexy and I were only a few feet apart and we glanced at each as we
undid the fly on their jeans and took their cocks out. Neither of them
were circumcised and both were still soft.
.
I took his cock into my mouth and sucked on it to get him hard. I saw
Lexy out of the corner of my eye, she was holding her mans cock in her
hand and running her tongue over the underside of it and jerking him
off. Lexy's man got hard before mine did.
I felt my mans cock growing hard as it slid in and out of my mouth. When
he was hard I sucked and licked his cock with a passion that surprised
me. I loved sucking on the ugly man's cock. I wanted the Mistress to see
him cum in my mouth. I felt myself getting wet as he fucked my face.
Lexy was still just jerking her man off, and I noticed her put something
in her mouth. Then she slid his cock all the way into her mouth, as she
slid it back out of her mouth I saw the condom over the head of his cock
and Lexy rolled it down the shaft of his cock with her hand and then
sucked it into her mouth again.
We were both kneeling on the floor holding onto our men's arses as
we sucked there cocks while they fucked our faces. Lexy's man grabbed
her hair and started fucking her face faster and faster he grunted as
he came in the condom.
Soon after my man grunted a few times and I felt his cum squirting
down my throat. Some of his cum dribbled out the side of my mouth
and I wiped it off with my fingers and licked and sucked every drop
off, and then cleaned his cock with my tongue.
Lexy started to take the Condom off her man but the Mistress stopped
her. " Lynne will do that Lexy, come and sit back on the couch with me."
I thought I knew what she wanted me to do but I hoped I was wrong.
I crawled over to the man in the work boots and gently slid the condom
off his cock which was only semi erect now.
" A good slave never wastes good cum Lynne." The Mistress said and I
heard Lexy groan in disgust at what I was going to do.
" Yes Mistress." I said, trying to sound as if I really wanted to do this.
But as I held the cum filled condom to my lips I realised that I really did
want to do it.
It was an incredibly disgusting thing to do, particularly with the men
and Lexy watching, but it was the fact that it was such a disgusting
thing to do that made me wet when I did it. And I made sure Lexy and
the two men had a good view of me as I did.
After I'd poured all the cum into my mouth that would come out, I
turned the condom inside out and sucked it clean, then I screwed it up
into a ball and put in my mouth and chewed on it like a piece of gum.
Lexy and the two men looked down at me in disgust. The Mistress looked
down at me with a hint of a smile on her face.
My pussy was dripping and I was hoping the Mistress would make me
play with myself in front of Lexy and the two men as I chewed on the
used condom.
" Did doing that make you wet Lynne." The Mistress asked.
" Yes Mistress, very wet." I said as I rolled the condom around in my
mouth.
" Your such a dirty little slut Lynne." She snapped at me. " Crawl over
to the bin beside the desk and spit the filthy thing out."
" Yes Mistress." I said, aching to touch myself but knowing I couldn't.
I felt their eyes on me as I crawled over to the desk and spat the used
condom into the bin.
" Crawl over here you little slut and stand in front of Lexy."
I looked into Lexy's eye's the whole time I crawled across the polished
timber floor. The look on her face made my pussy drip even more. I
can only imagine what I must have looked like doing the things I did
dressed in my pretty housewife dress.
As instructed I stood in front of Lexy who stared up at me from the couch
and waited for the Mistress to tell me what to do next. I looked down at
Lexy, she seemed a lot prettier than I remembered. She wore the same
short black dress and shoes that she wore the night we had the catfight.
But she didn't have any stockings on, and her thighs still looked too
big for a skirt that short, and she was a bit chubby, but she was a lot
more attractive than I gave her credit for that first time I saw her.
The Mistress handed Lexy three one hundred dollar bills and Lexy said
" Thank you." As she took the money and shoved it into her cheap black
handbag on the couch beside her.
" Lexy is a cheap street whore Lynne." The Mistress said as she looked
over at Lexy. " But she's not ashamed of what she is, and nor should
she be. She fucks men for money, that's how she makes a living. She
insists the men use condoms, she doesn't let anyone cum in her mouth
or inside her without a condom and she spends the money she earns
enjoying her life. She doesn't use her body to feed a drug habit, she
has a partner, an apartment, and she enjoys her life."
I glanced over at Lexy, she had a smile on her face. I'd never seen her
smile before and it made her look very different somehow.
" Lexy got $300 for sucking her man off, what did you get Lynne ?"
" Nothing Mistress." I said softly.
" You didn't make your man use a condom like Lexy did.......... did you
Lynne ?"
" No Mistress, I didn't." I said in an even softer voice.
" Do you think you're better than Lexy Lynne."
Sucking the man in the dirty joggers off was degrading and I'd loved
doing it. Drinking the cum from the condom was disgusting and
humiliating in a way that aroused me and made me wet. But saying
what I had to say now was even more humiliating and embarrassing
than any of the other things I'd done.
" I did Mistress. Before tonight I thought I was better than her. Now I
know I'm not. Lexy may be a cheap street whore, but I'm even cheaper
than that. There isn't a word to describe what I am. She's better than me
Mistress. She has more class than I'll ever have. I'm not fit to lick her
shoes."
" Maybe she'd like you to lick her arsehole for her Lynne ? The Mistress
said looking up at me. " You should do something to show her how sorry
you are for writing those things about her that you wrote. Would you
like Lynne to lick your arsehole Lexy ?"
" Maybe....." Lexy said with a look on her face that scared me a little.
She hated me before, she hated me even more now. But it was more
than that. I disgusted her. I could tell she despised me. It was written
all over her face.
" You can take Lynne home for the night if you like Lexy. She'll do
whatever you tell her to. Just make sure you bring her back in the
morning."
My eye's darted over to the Mistress. I didn't want her to give me to
Lexy to take home for the night. I didn't know what she'd do to me.
" And it doesn't cost me anything...." Lexy said hesitantly.
" No." The Mistress said in a reassuring voice. Take her home and do
what you want with her, and it won't cost you a cent."
" Take Lexy out to the foyer." The Mistress said to the two ugly men that
Lexy and I had sucked off. " Lynne will be down in a few minutes."
I watched nervously as Lexy glanced back at me with a strange look on
her face as the two men escorted her from the room and closed the
door.
The room was silent. The Mistress sat on the couch in her beautiful
black evening dress looking up at me. She knew what I wanted to say
and how much I wanted to say it. She was seeing if I could keep my
mouth shut and just do as I was told.
" There's something else you need to understand Lynne." The Mistress
said after a few long minutes of nerve wracking silence. " When a
Mistress gives a slave to another, the slave obeys that other person as
she would her Mistress. She does whatever she can to please that other
person as she would her Mistress. Do you understand Lynne ?"
" Yes Mistress, I understand." I said with a tenseness and unease in my
voice that I knew she could hear.
" Good." The Mistress said as she stood up and walked over to me. She
started running her fingers through my hair and looking at me as if
admiring me. " And there's one other thing Lynne. A slave has complete
trust in her Mistress. She trusts that her Mistress would never do
anything to put her in any real danger. Obedience, submission and
trust in her Mistress, a slave must have all of these, or she can never
really be a slave. Do you understand Lynne ?"
" Yes Mistress, I understand." I knew she could hear the sense of relief
in my voice. I did trust her completely, and this was my chance to show
her.
" And make sure Lexy enjoys having you Lynne. I'll be checking with her
on how obedient you were for her and whether you satisfied her needs."
" I understand Mistress." I said enjoying the feel of her fingers running
through my hair. " I won't disappoint you.........or Lexy."
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