LYNNE: CHAPTER 3. THE MISTRESS.
" 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. "
Lynne reread the last few lines she'd just written in the diary. Her
relationship with the blonde woman had changed at that moment.The blonde woman
was now her Mistress. She'd taken another step down the path she had suddenly
found herself on. She didn't know where it would lead her. But she wanted
to continue the journey. She needed to.
At first writing what had been happened to her in the diary was like writing
about what had happened to somebody else. It was like she was writing about
things she'd seen and heard, not things she had done and felt. But the diary
really was her story. She picked up the pen and started writing again.
" We'll both have champagne." My Mistress said, dismissing me with a wave of
her hand. My hands were still shaking as I poured the Champagne. I was
playing a game and I didn't know the rules. I didn't really understand what I
had got myself into. But it was too late now. I wanted to keep playing, it was
as simple as that. I knew she would carry out her threat, and I knew I would
submit to it if I had to.
Neither of them acknowledged my presence as they took their Champagne
from the silver tray. I moved away quietly after serving them, put the tray
behind the bar, and went back to the kitchen.
A woman who looked to be in her early 30s was putting a tray in the oven. She
had long red hair held into a pony tail with a black scrunchy. She was dressed
like a waitress. A very modest length black skirt, white long sleeved cotton
blouse, black pantyhose and black flat healed shoes. She wasn't unattractive,
but she wasn't the sort of woman who would turn too many heads.
She just seemed so out of place in this perverted little world I had stumbled
or been led into. She just looked so....normal. She looked like hundreds of
other women who work as waitresses. No different to the woman who had
served the spit roast at my brothers 21st birthday party two weeks ago. She
even had one of those cheap plastic name tags that waitresses wear. It said
Desley.
She turned and looked me up and down, a look of disdain almost disgust on
her face. I didn't know whether I should say something or not. The silence
was deafening. It made me nervous, anxious. I didn't know what I was suppose
to do. The tinkling of the bell was a welcome intervention in this awkward
moment. I scurried off towards the sitting room, I wasn't going to be late
responding to the bell again.
" Yes Mistress how may I please you. " As the words came out I realised that
the game or whatever this was, had entered a new phase. The word Mistress was
a much more blatant expression of my submissiveness to her than Miss. or
Madam. I liked it. It almost made just addressing her seem like an erotic or
sexual act.
" The guests will be arriving shortly." She said, barely taking her eyes off
my husband as she spoke. I understood what I had to do, Kelly had told me
earlier. I was to stand in the Foyer and greet the guests as they arrived.
" Yes Mistress." I said obediently, and moved off towards the foyer. As I
walked away I wondered if my husband liked what he saw when I stood in front
of them. A twinge of jealousy ran through me as I realised he hadn't paid me
the slightest bit of attention since the incident in the kitchen with Kelly.
It was obvious the blonde woman, my Mistress , was the centre of his
attention.
I stood at the door, ready to greet the guests as they arrived. Just standing
there in my little maids outfit was making me wet again. The Mistress was
right. I love to be humiliated, I love to be made do obscene and disgusting
things, I love obeying her. My husband had married a slut.
The doorbell rang, and I greeted the young woman as I had been instructed
to. " Good evening Miss. "
" So you're Lynne." She said looking me up and down, inspecting me. She
looked disappointed with what she saw. I was so distracted with the look of
disappoint on her face, I hadn't even noticed that she knew my name.
" I'm here to serve you tonight, in any way that you desire "
" Yes I know." She said disinterestedly. But I doubt if there is anything you
could do to satisfy any of my desires. " She sounded almost bored. There was
obviously nothing about me that appealed to her. A shadow of panic fell
over me.
" Please Miss, if there is anything at all that I can do for you just tell
me. I'm here to make your night a pleasurable one." She didn't even seem to
be listening to me. She walked off towards the sitting room, and I followed
behind her. " Is Kelly here ?" She asked.
" Yes Miss. She's......" "Good, she interrupted. Perhaps the night won't be a
waste after all. Fetch me a glass of Champaign. "
I poured her Champaign and carried it on the tray to where she had sat on the
large leather couch opposite the Mistress and my husband. " What do you
think Jacqueline ?" The blonde woman said as I lent over to hold the tray in
front of Jacqueline.
" She's got slut written all over her, I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun with
her."
I could tell she was being polite. She didn't want to offend the Mistress by
saying what she really thought of me. I felt her hand running up my leg, and
then up under my dress. I closed my eyes as her fingers gently brushed the
crotch of my panties.
" Is her cunt always this wet ?" She pulled her hand out and wiped her fingers
on my dress, took her glass of Champaign and waved me away.
" Do you need to change your panties again already Lynne ?" The Mistress
asked, laughing as she spoke. Then I heard Kellys voice behind me.
" I thought she'd need another pair by now." Kelly looked so different in her
black evening gown and expensive jewellery
" Here put these ones on." She said, handing me a fresh pair of the black
G-String panties as she sat next to Jacqueline. I took them off her, just as
the two of them devoured each other in a deep passionate kiss.
" I'm so glad you're joining us for dinner tonight Kelly." Jacqueline said as
she gave me a disapproving glare. Then the doorbell rang again.
" You'll have to change your panties after you get the door Lynne." Kelly
said.
" Yes Miss." I said, confused at her appearance as a guest for dinner.
Walking to the door a feeling of dread engulfed me. What had I done ? All
those disgusting things I had made her do, the burning match, the spiteful
way I had treated her. The perverted pleasure I took in using her. And my
promise of worse to come. Now she was a guest for dinner and I would have to
serve her and submit to her. A shiver of excitement and terror ran through my
body as I pondered how she would extract her revenge on me.
Four people stood on the porch when I opened the door. Two glamorously
beautiful blonde women, and their strikingly handsome partners. The women
could have been the Mistresses sisters I thought to myself as they brushed
past me. " Not bad." The taller of the two blonde women said as her eyes
roamed over my body. " Do you need to change your panties already Lynne? "
The other blonde woman said noticing the fresh pair scrunched up in my hand.
" Yes Miss." I said with a surprising lack of embarrassment.
" Then do it Lynne " The other woman said in a soft sensual voice.
I was beginning to understand how this game, or whatever it was I had got
myself into was played. She wanted me to change my panties with the door
open. Any of the cars or people that were passing by in the busy inner city
street would have a clear view of me in the brightly lit foyer.
I stood in the open doorway, facing out towards the bustling sounds of the
street below, and slid my wet panties down my legs and stepped out of them.
One of the men lifted the back of my dress exposing my still red arse for
their inspection. " I see you've met Kelly." He said in a deep masculine
voice.
" Yes Sir." I said as I stepped into the fresh G-String panties, and slid them
up my legs. The soft silky crotch hugged me between the legs, and the lacy
piece at the back slipped teasingly between the cheeks of my arse.
I turned to the woman who had given me the instruction and said. " Is there
anything else I can do to please you Miss ? " She took the wet panties I had
just taken off from me and shoved them in my mouth. " You talk too much."
She said casually. They all laughed quietly and walked off towards the sitting
room.
I waited until they had disappeared into the house before I removed my soiled
panties from my mouth. And then, for some reason, I threw them out onto
the street below. A young couple were walking past, holding hands, enjoying
being in love, as my wet panties floated down and landed in front of them.
They looked up at me like I was a freak of some sort. " Err Yuk." The young
woman said. " Fuckin weirdo ! " Her man yelled up at me as they hurried
away. As I closed the door, I wondered who would pick up my dirty panties,
and what they would with them.
For the next half an hour or so I served them Champagne and horsd'oeuvres
The Mistress told them in detail of my exploits in the garage at the party the
night before. Hands wandered up my legs and under my dress as I served
them, keeping a steady flow moister running between my legs.
Desley, the red head in the kitchen still hadn't said a word to me, she barely
even acknowledged my presence. She just pointed to different trays of food
on the bench for me to serve to the guests.
I was standing quietly to the side of the two big leather couches waiting for
someone to signal that they wanted something. It was a strange feeling
watching the four couples. The two blonde women with their men. Kelly and
Jacqueline, and my mistress with my husband.
Kelly clicked her fingers and I responded immediately. " Yes Miss." I said.
Part of me hoping this wouldn't be the start of her revenge, part of me
hoping it would be.
" I have some smudges on my shoes Lynne. Take care of them." I felt all their
eyes on me. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me hesitate.
" Yes Miss" I said with all the sincerity I could muster. I stood in front of
her,then slowly sank to my knees, and then down on all fours at her feet, and
started cleaning her shoes with my tongue. My pussy was dripping again, the
others were making all sorts of crude comments about me, and I couldn't
resist. I sneaked a hand up my dress so I could touch myself.
" Stop playing with yourself little slut !" Kelly snapped at me.
" Bitch!" I thought to myself as I said " Sorry Miss " and continued licking
her shoes.
My husband started telling them about how he had caught me masturbating
with a vibrator this morning. My pussy dripped as they laughed at me and
made fun of me.
" I hope you don't mind." Kelly said to the Mistress. " But I can't wait till
after dinner."
" No of course I don't mind Kelly. That's what she's here for." The Mistress
replied.
Kelly pulled me up by the hair till my face was level with her crotch.
" Do a good job now little slut ! " She said leering at me.
I reached up under her dress and slid her panties off. She spread her legs
wide for me as I pushed her dress up. Her bald pussy glistened with her
juices, as I started licking up her thighs towards it. She grabbed me by the
hair again and buried my face between her legs. She moaned softly as I
started licking her pussy lips and moaned louder when my tongue found her
clit.
Kelly was breathing heavily, loudly and she started squirming around on the
couch.I could still feel all their eyes on me as I went down on the pretty
little lesbian.I looked up at her and saw that she was kissing Jacqueline
again. Long, hard passionate kisses. " Lick it you little slut." Jacqueline
ordered as she sensed Kellys orgasm was about to grab her.
The taste of Kellys pussy, the delicious humiliation of what she was making
me do in front of these people was too much. I started thrusting my hips
forward, making my tight panties rub me faintly between the legs. My own
orgasm was almost upon me, I would cum when Kelly came.
" You better not cum without permission Lynne." The Mistress said in a
threatening tone. " Remember the sort of punishment I have in store for you
if you disobey me."
I desperately needed to cum. But I couldn't bare the thought of Kelly
squatting over me and urinating on my face. Somehow I managed to fight off my
orgasm.
Kelly grunted as she came on my tongue, her hips thrusting her pussy against
my face. The intensity of her thrusts gradually eased as her orgasm
subsided.I felt her hand on the back of my head, then she pulled my hair
hard, and I fell back on the floor. My legs were spread apart, my face
covered in her juices.
I was giddy and exhausted from denying myself the pleasure that I needed.
" Does anybody else want Lynne before dinner ? " I heard the Mistress say.
There was a jumble of voices and comments, but the one that I heard clearly
was Jacqueline. " I'm not that desperate thank you."
I was still in a daze as I watched them stand and move to the dining room.
The Mistress glared down at me." Clean yourself up! It's time to serve
dinner."
I struggled to compose myself, to get control of myself. I washed my face in
the laundry, redid my makeup, and helped myself to a big glass of cold water
and a couple of swigs on the bottle of scotch. But the entrees were ready, and
I had to serve them.
Dinner was much like the pre dinner drinks. My husband talked about me,
told them all my intimate stories and details as I served them. And the
constant groping of hands up my legs and under my dress as I served their
food made my legs feel like jelly. I couldn't take much more.
After dinner they moved back to the couches, I served port and liqueurs and
stood off to the side by the fireplace as they talked.
I hadn't been to the bathroom since we got there,and with all the glasses of
Champagne and cold water I'd drunk, I desperately needed to go. I tried to
move away without being noticed but I was stopped in my tracks by the
surprisingly cold voice of the Mistress.
" Where do you think you are going Lynne ? " They all looked at me.
I had no choice but to say it, I had to go. " I just need to go to the
bathroom Mistress." I said quietly.
Kelly said." You don't just walk off when you feel like it. You're our little
slut. Someone might want your tongue up there arse. Now get back over there.
If you want to go to the bathroom, you excuse yourself and ask your mistress
for permission."
" I'm sorry." I said defeated, and walked back to my position. They continued
talking and laughing. When I couldn't wait any longer I said. softly." Excuse
me Mistress."
They all looked at me again, as the Mistress said. " Yes Lynne."
" I'm sorry to bother you Mistress, but I need to go to the bathroom."
" How badly do you need to go Lynne ?" She toyed with me.
" It's urgent Mistress." They all burst out laughing, and I know it must have
sounded so stupid, but I didn't care. I had to go.
" No ! The little slut will have to wait." Kelly interjected.
" I'll tell you what I'll do for you Lynne." The Mistress said. " See that
clock on the wall ?" There was a large antique clock above the fireplace that
I hadn't noticed before. " It's 11.00 o'clock now. I'll let you go to the
bathroom at....say......11.30"
" No ! That's too soon ! Kelly interrupted again.
" OK Kelly " The Mistress said, I'll let you decide when Lynne can go."
" 12.00 o'clock ! " Kelly said with an almost evil smile on her face.
" I'm sorry Mistress " I said pathetically. " But I don't think I can wait
that.."
" Then you better put some old newspaper on the floor in case you make a
mess." Kelly said as she walked towards me, grabbing two old copies of The
Sydney Morning Herald from under the coffee table.
I had done a lot of things to humiliate myself over the past 24hours or so,
but spreading newspaper on the slate floor in case I pissed myself was more
humiliating than anything else I had done.....So far.
I was standing there, on a bed of newspaper watching the second hand on
the clock move slower and slower around the face. The clock seemed to be
so loud now that it was all I could hear.
That's why I hadn't noticed Kelly move towards me. Her face was only inches
from mine as she whispered. " So if I'm a little dyke slut, what does that
make you ? " She let her words linger for a moment, and then handed me a
large glass of cold water. Drink it ! " She demanded, and reluctantly I did.
Then she ordered me to take off my G-String.
" We don't want you pissing in your panties, do we." She said smugly.
Every muscle in my body was tensed to try and hold it in. By 11.30 there were
three empty glasses lined up along the mantle piece like little trophies. By
11.55 there were six. But I was almost there, four and a half minutes to go.
I knew if I just focused my mind on the clock,I could hang on for another
four minutes. But the second hand seemed to be stopping at each of the lines
on the face of the clock now. Each second seemed longer that the last. But I
made it to 11.59. and watched as the second hand did it's last lap of the
clock before I could go.
Holding it in had become almost painful, but I knew I could make it. The
dinner guests counted down the last ten seconds. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. " Excuse me
Mistress" I said gasping for air." It's 12.00 o'clock, may I go to the
bathroom now."
The Mistress looked over at Kelly."Kelly, can she go now ?" Kelly looked at
the clock and then at me.
" No ! I've changed my mind. She can go at 1.00 o'clock"
The room was silent, except for the sound of my urine gushing onto the
newspaper as I wet myself.
The humiliation of wetting myself in front of these people, and the
stimulation as it poured from between my legs made me cum. Not a searing
orgasm, just a brief but delicious release of the frustration and torture I
had been subjected to. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as I came.
My gentle orgasm only lasted a few seconds. I opened my eyes and saw them all
still staring at me. I was still wetting myself, but the gush had turned to a
trickle, and then I pushed the last of it out. It hit the soaked newspaper
loudly again, a few last drops fell onto the newspaper from between my legs,
and I was finished. My humiliation was almost over. But I found myself
wishing it wasn't.
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