Chapter Seven
In
the lounge, Sandy was positioned on her knees in
the middle of the lounge floor. Her hands were handcuffed behind her and her
thighs were spread wide. The beshu did little to
cover her groin standing, and kneeling, it left her pussy open to view. The
nylon loops around her nipples bit just enough to continually produce a small
throb. Her mistresses were now all in different forms of attire, and looked for
the world like a group of girls having a pyjama party. The only anomaly, was a
naked, handcuffed, humiliated woman kneeling in their midst.
Ignoring Sandy, they began to discuss their next
plans for her. Alison, the gym instructor, put forward a very convincing
argument for some exercise, and the other women agreed enthusiastically. Sandy was pulled to her feet
and her hands released.
"Heather, take her to the kitchen and let her make salads for us for
lunch. We will get things prepared here," said Lynn.
Heather
stood and took hold of Sandy’s lead. She jerked
hard on the lead and Sandy was pulled forward
onto all fours. Heather walked forward leaving Sandy no option but to
follow her like a dog. As she passed, Lynn pulled the string
holding the beshu in place, releasing it so that Sandy was once more
completely naked before her mistresses. Cheeks burning Sandy could hear the ribald
comments from the women sitting in the lounge as they commented on the sight of
her naked rump leaving the lounge.
In
the kitchen, Heather allowed Sandy to her feet.
“OK,
Sandy – make some salads and be quick
about it,” snarled Heather.
Sandy busied herself around the kitchen
taking ingredients from the fridge. She laid out the salad vegetables on the
work surface having first washed them. As she was about to start chopping the
cucumber, Heather’s hand snaked around her from behind and grabbed the nipple
chain. A white hot flash stopped Sandy dead. Silently Heather
pushed Sandy forward till her breasts were
resting on the work surface. Heather then kicked her ankles apart, spreading
her legs. Next, she picked up the cucumber, cold from the fridge, and began to
rub it along Sandy’s lips. The cold made
her flinch, but her pussy became instantly moist at the thought of what would
happen next. She was not disappointed, and soon the cold cucumber was easing
its way between her outer lips, relentlessly sliding into her. Still silent,
Heather grasped one nipple tightly between her fingers and twisted it. Sandy flinched again, and
the cucumber slid deep into her.
“Nnnngh…ahhh,”,
Sandy grunted involuntarily as the cucumber slid in and out. Heather reached
past her and taking a carrot, pulled it back into Sandy’s mouth, effectively
gagging her.
“When
I want to hear you enjoy yourself, bitch, I will ask you,” she hissed.
The
cucumber was pumping frenziedly in and out of Sandy’s pussy, and her hips
were gyrating like a go go dancer’s. As her hips
thrust back, Heather slapped her buttocks, alternating left and right, till
they turned bright red. Rather than cool any passion, this made Sandy even more frenzied,
and before long, teeth sunk hard into the carrot, she shuddered violently in
orgasm and collapsed on the work surface, gasping for breath.
“You
will pay for that bitch – I didn’t say you could cum,” snarled Heather.
She
pulled the now warm cucumber from Sandy’s pussy leaving her
lips gaping, and cum juice sliding down her thighs.
“Get
those salads made, bitch and get into the lounge with them,” commanded Heather
as she turned and left Sandy, weak kneed and
clinging to the kitchen worktop for support. Knowing that her punishment would
continue, Sandy continued to make the salad with
an icy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Sandy entered the lounge, pushing a
hostess trolley on which the salads sat.. Her slick
thighs were obvious to the women in the lounge. Going from Mistress to
Mistress, Sandy delivered the salads. Not a word
was said but every eye in the room was on her. Her thighs, slick with cum juice
became wetter as a deep warmth spread through her
abdomen.
Thandile signalled to her to kneel beside her. The black
woman caressed her breast and then tugged on the chain connecting the loops. Sandy grunted involuntarily.
Thandile then slid her index finger into Sandy’s mouth. Sandy began to suck greedily
on her finger, drawing it deep into her mouth.
“Well,
ladies, seems our little slut is keen for some more action,” grinned Thandile
Alison
left the room and returned, wheeling a treadmill. The tread mill was set up in
the middle of the lounge. Thandile took her finger
from Sandys mouth with a wet pop.
Alison took her leash and forcing her onto all fours, pulkled
sandy to the treadmill.
Sandy was made to stand and the nylon
nipple loops were tugged from her body, causing a sharp tug and a rapid orgasm.
Grabbing her by the nipple, Alison pulled her onto the treadmill. Leather cuffs
were fastened to her wrists and then to the cross bar of the treadmill with
short chains. Another set of cuffs were fastened around her ankles. These were
joined together by a chain and then each ankle was fastened to another bar by a
short length of chain. This would allow her to walk, but in short steps.
Alison
moved in front of Sandy. Sandy looked ate her
mistress. Alison slapped her breast…
“You
don’t have the right to look at me, bitch, look at the floor!” she snarled.
Sandy immeadiately
averted her eyes, gasping from the pain in her breast.
“This
was going to be a simple exercise routine for you, little cum slut , but as you had the bad manners to cum without
permission from Mistress heather, I am going to add an element of punishment.
Do you think this is fair, slut?”
“Yes
Mistress, I deserve to be punished….”
Another
slap, this time to her other breast made Sandy
scream.
“You
are not an I, bitch! We are I’s
– you are cum slut or slut – got it?”
“Yes
Mistress. Sorry Mistress. Please punish this cum slut…”
Alison
reached forward and fastened clamps to each of the naked womans’
nipples. The clamps were joined to a third clamp by chains. Alison reached
between Sandys’ legs and pushed back
her hood, exposing her erect clit. The clamp was attached and Sandy sucked in a deep
breath of pain while trying to keep her balance as her knees weakened.
Alison
then attached another double chain to her clit clamp. This was then attached to
her ankle cuffs. There was little or no play.
“Now,
slut, I am going to turn on the treadmilel. You will
need to keep up the pace if you want to avoid damage to your clit. We will help
you along as you need it.”
The
other women stood up and walked forward to the treadmill. Each held a leather
riding crop….
Alison
switched the treadmill on and it began to move, forcing Sandy to try to walk. Every
step caused a tug on her clitoris that sent waves through her body. Her knees
weakened and she lost control of her legs. She lunged to grab the handrail and
the chains to her nipple clamps tugged her nipples into a painful extension.
Waves of heat shot through her torso and centered at
her groin, joining the waves from her clitoris. She screamed in a mix of
massive pain and pleasure. Immeadiately, the first
crop shot out and hit her left breast. She straightened up, and the next blow
fell on her buttoick. Another blow landed 0n the
inside of her thigh. Sandy mind was a massive
turmoil as the pain and pleasure suffused into one. She could hear her
Mistresses talking and laughing, marvelling at the gyrations of the naked woman
on the treadmill. Time stood still, until suddenly, all the physical pain
merged into one great wave of orgasm and Sandy passed out….
When
she came to, she was lying on the carpet. The treadmill was gone. There were
red marks on her nipples and all over her body where the clamps hade been
attached. There were also crop marks on her thighs, which were also bathed in
her own cum juices. On the TV was a video of the days fun and a tear ran down
her face as she watched herself responding in ways she could never have
imagined to the tortures that these…these…Mistresses?...meted out to her.
Seeing
the woman awake, Thandile stood and walked over to
her. She reached down and took Sandys’ leash in her hand.
Silently she led the woman on all fours to a coffee table. She then made her
stand up and get up on the coffee table. She then maid Sandy kneel
with her legs spread wide. The smell of sex from her soaking cunt was overpowering. Her hands were placed behind her
neck. Her breasts jutted proudly in front of her. Her Mistresses sat in front
of her, looking silently at her.
“OK,”
said Thandile, “all in favour of keeping the cum slut
as our toy, raise your right hands”
Each
of the women raised their hands. Another tear ran down Sandys’ face as she realised
that they all wanted her.
“Sandy, from here on in you
will be our toy. Lynn will keep your diary
and will tell you when to visit each of us. When you are with any of us, you
will do as you are told without any dissent. You have no rights. If you break
these conditions, even once, copies of the video will be sent to your sons’
school and your husbands work, to say nothing of street copies being made
available through the internet.. Is this all clear to
you?”
Sandy could do nothing except nod,
biting her lip to avoid crying out.
“Right,
then there is just one more thing to be done – You will address each of us and
ask us to be your Mistress for all time…”
In
a shaky voice, Sandy began…
“Mistress
Lynn….would you be my Mistress for all time…..”
