Chapter Four
Sandy pulled on the G-string. It was
tight, so she left the waist band lower than she would have done with her own
g-strings. She went downstairs and walked into the lounge.
"Come here, please," said Lynn, smiling at her.
Sandy stood in front of Lynn. Lynn reached up and stroked
her breasts, causing the nipples to jump to attention. Her hand trailed down to
Sandy's hip and across the top of her
thigh, coming to rest cupping her pussy. She tutted
and reached to each side of the g-string pulling it up over Sandy's hip bones. The
gusset pulled up tight, outlining Sandy's slit. Sandy gasped as the g-string
slid into her slit.
"Lynn, I can't keep doing this. Can we
stop so that I can go home now please?" Sandy pleaded "I won't
tell anyone, I promise."
Lynn's eyes slowly raised themselves
up to Sandy's face.
"I know you won't tell anyone my dear," she said, "But then you
can't afford to, can you? And, it is Mistress Lynn to you!"
The last of the sentence was accompanied by punctuating slaps to Sandy's bare thighs.
"Go and stand behind the lounge door with your hands behind your back and
your feet about eighteen inches apart. And don't dare move till I tell
you!"
Sandy did as she was told. Lynn moved around the
lounge fussing with cushions and tidying up. Sandy watched the activity
without moving. Every time Lynn passed her she would
touch her, on her breasts, buttocks or pussy. On one occasion her hand lingered
on Sandy's crack, and to Sandy's horror, she felt the
g-string dampen.
"When my friends arrive, you will do exactly as they say. They have my permission to use you as they wish. Do you understand?"
Sandy's eyes grew wide with fear.
Surely Lynn had not invited friends round?
Slap! The blow landed squarely on Sandy's pussy, causing her pussy
lips to clench tight.
"Ahhhh...."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Lynn," Sandy replied as she
shuddered from the wave of pain emanating from her pussy.
"Good," said Lynn, "Now go and put
the kettle on and make some coffee too."
As Sandy made her way towards the kitchen,
Lynn playfully swatted her bum with an
open hand. Sandy moved around the kitchen, acutely
aware that Lynn was watching every sway and
jiggle of her body. When the kettle was boiled and the coffee in the filter
machine, Lynn ordered her back to the lounge.
She produced the handcuffs and once more cuffed Sandy's hands behind her
back. She then made her kneel beside her chair, ensuring that the obligatory
spread thighs were achieved. She then looped the leash around her wrist and picked
up a magazine to read.
Almost an hour passed. Lynn read her magazine and
ignored Sandy, except to occasionally stroke
her breast or her hair absentmindedly, as one does a dog. Sandy's legs went to sleep
beneath her. A confusion of images of the preceding night and morning raced
through Sandy’s mind. She could not believe the
predicament she was in, naked but for her g-string and with her hands cuffed
behind her back, wearing a dog collar and leash, at the mercy of the woman in
the chair beside her. Thoughts of her husband and son filled her mind. They
must never find out about this. Perhaps if she humoured Lynn for a while longer, it
would soon be over and she could put all of this behind her. She would talk
Steve into selling the house and then they could move away and she would be
safe. Sandy’s thoughts were interrupted as Lynn’s hand slid over her
left breast idly tweaking her nipple. Sandy sucked in a breath at
the small fizz of electricity that sped straight to her crotch. She closed her
eyes as Lynn twisted her nipple and her face
flushed as she felt the dampness start again between her legs. Despite her
disbelief, her body betrayed her excitement. Maybe it was right that this
strong woman should become her mistress. Maybe she really was born to be
subservient. Lynn leaned over towards
her, her hand travelling down between her new slave’s legs. Lynn’s mouth covered Sandy’s and her tongue
probed Sandy’s lips. Sandy’s mouth opened and a
small groan of pleasure escaped from her lips. Lynn smiled to herself as
she felt her victim give in to her feelings. She rubbed Sandy’s sopping wet crotch
through the G string, and was rewarded with the tell tale sign of Sandy pushing down on her
hand. Abruptly she stopped rubbing and turned back to her magazine, smiling at
the whimper that escaped the bound woman’s lips. There was complete silence in
the room, with the exception of the ticking mantle clock.
The ringing of the doorbell shattered the silence. Sandy started as Lynn rose from her chair. Lynn pulled on the lead,
tugging Sandy to her feet.
"Stand here, legs apart," she commanded, "and look down at the
floor."
Sandy once again did as she was told.
She was humiliated beyond all belief already, and now she was going to be
practically naked in front of strangers too.
Lynn left the lounge and Sandy could hear her
greeting her friends. The five women entered the room, and silence fell as they
saw Sandy for the first time.
"Oh, Lynn, she is just dandy!" said
the first one.
She was tall and blond, and very curvaceous. She looked Sandy up and down with
obvious appreciation.
"Has she had surgery on those tits?" she asked.
"I don't know," replied Lynn, "I think they
are natural, but why don't you have a feel and tell us. After all you are the
nurse here."
All the women laughed as the blonde stepped forward and lifted Sandy's left breast in her
hand. With her other hand she pinched Sandy's right nipple and
using it as a handle lifted her breast. Sandy gasped.
"Well, Sandy, are these titties
real then?" the blonde asked.
"Yessss," Sandy gasped, struggling with the
pain as the taller woman crushed her left breast and twisted her right nipple.
Slap! Lynn's hand flashed up between her
thighs and landed on Sandy's unprotected pussy.
"You will call my friends, Mistress, girl!" she barked.
"Sorry, Mistress Lynn," Sandy wailed, "Yes
Mistress, they are real!"
The blonde woman dropped both breasts and the assembly chuckled as they saw the
reaction in Sandy's nipples - they were standing
out like little organ stops.
"Wow, I bet she is damp too," said another woman.
This woman was a mousy blonde, and very ordinary
looking.
"Check for yourself, Heather," said Lynn.
Heather stepped up to Sandy and brought her face
close to the handcuffed woman. Without saying a word she kissed Sandy full on the mouth. Her
hand held Sandy's head and her tongue forced its
way into Sandy's mouth. Her right hand dived
onto Sandy's pussy and she ran her fingers
along the length of Sandy's crack, from stern to
stem. Lifting her hand, she looked at the dampness on it, and her eyes flashed
in triumph.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed, "The little cow is soaking."
A third woman grabbed Sandy's leash and pulled her
to the middle of the lounge floor. Sandy recognised her from
some of Lynn's barbeques. Her name was Alison
and she was Lynn's personal trainer at the Gym.
She forced Sandy to her knees and smiled with
quiet satisfaction as Sandy spread her thighs. The
rest of the women sat down in their various chairs. They each had a black bag
with them, all bearing a well known sex shop's logo.
Lynn went to the curtains and pulled
them open. Sunlight streamed in. Sandy's first thought was that anyone passing
could see her kneeling naked in a circle of fully clad women.
"Right," said Lynn, "Today I think
we should decide what we are going to do with this little bitch, and then, as
you have all brought your favourite toys, I am sure Sandy will be willing to
demonstrate them for us. Sandy?"
"Yes Mistress Lynn," she said, eyes
downcast.
"Don't look so miserable Sandy, judging by the state
of your nipples and your soaking fuckhole,
you are enjoying this as much as we are!"
The assembled women chuckled. Sandy did not reply, but it
did cross her mind that there was indeed an element of truth in what her
Mistress had just said. She looked at the remaining Mistress from beneath her
downcast eyes. She had been to Lynn's house before, and
was openly hostile to Sandy, based on the fact
that Sandy was a white South African, and
she was a black South African called Thandile who now
lived with her doctor husband in Scotland. Sandy's heart sank further.
"OK girls, why don't we have Sandy make us tea and coffee
while we have a little chat?" asked Lynn.
The women nodded in assent. Lynn stood up from her
chair and grabbed Sandy's leash. She turned
her around and undid her handcuffs. Then she shoved Sandy into the kitchen.
"Wear this apron," she said, "We don't want you burning tender
bits with hot water, now do we?"
The apron was a small bib affair with lace trim. Sandy pulled it over her
head and tied it behind her back. Immediately her breasts fell out of each side
of the bib. Sandy felt even more naked than she had
a minute ago. Lynn adjusted her leash and
collar so that the leash hung down Sandy's back.
"Very nice," said Lynn, "But there is
something missing. Get the tea and coffee ready and I will be back."
Sandy set the tea trolley. She laid out
tea, coffee, milk, biscuits and six cups. Lynn re-entered the kitchen
and noted the tea trolley. She made no comment but arched her eyebrow briefly. Sandy wondered what she had
done wrong.
"Lynn winked. Three points, Sandy, just nine to go till
the next punishment. Put on these," she said, handing Sandy some hold up black
stockings.
Sandy pulled on the stockings. They
ended an inch short of her apron, and somehow seemed to exaggerate her
nakedness. She pushed the trolley into the lounge.
