LYNNE: CHAPTER 5. BECOMING A WHORE.
She wondered what disgusting plans her new Mistress and her husband
had in store for her next. What would they do to her next ? What filthy
disgusting thing would they make their little slut do next ? She drifted off
to sleep, with those thoughts playing in her mind.
Her body was still exhausted and she slept for hours. But her mind
couldn't rest. Her sleep was filled with images of the night before.
Images of her new Mistress and Kelly and Desley. Images of all the
disgusting delicious things she'd done.
Then she was dreaming about Tom. Only in her dream Tom wasn't a
plastic blow up doll, Tom was real. It had seemed real enough to her
when she fucked it on the coffee table last night. But in her dream Tom
was real. A real man with a real cock that spurted real cum.
He was lying on the coffee table while Lynne knelt on the floor and
sucked his cock. Tom lifted his head and looked into her eyes as he
came in her mouth. His hot cum was just starting to slide down her
throat when the noise woke her up.
She sat up quickly and looked around the room. She was disoriented at
first, she didn't know where she was, or who was with her. Slowly she
looked around the room again and the confusion faded from her mind.
The noise was coming from outside. From under the bedroom window.
She slid off the bed and walked towards the window, and pulled back
one of the slats of the vertical drapes. The bright light of the afternoon
sun hurt her eyes, and she turned away. Gradually her eyes adjusted to
the light and she could see her husband. He was mowing the front lawn.
It was the noise of the mower that had woken her before she could
swallow Toms cum. Her husband saw her through the gap in the vertical
drapes and smiled.
The rest of the day seemed so bizarre, because it seemed so normal.
Just another lazy Sunday. Golf, gardening a few drinks on the patio while
her husband cooked some steaks on the BBQ. They hired a video and
went to bed about 11.00.
The rest of the week was the same. Her husband went to work, she
cooked and cleaned and shopped. Everything was so normal, and it all
felt so strange.
It was as if the events of Friday and Saturday night hadn't happened. But
Lynne knew they had. It was all she could think about.
Lynne and her husband made love Tuesday night, it was.....nice. But she
didn't cum. For the first time in her life she faked it. She knew her
husband could tell she had faked it, she also knew he didn't care.
Making love to her husband had never been so boring, so uninteresting,
so unsatisfying. Lynne had to use some KY when he tried to enter her,
her body hadn't lubricated itself at all. Lynne wondered if she could ever
enjoy just making love to her husband again.
After all the things she'd done, just making love to her husband alone in
the privacy of their dark and quiet bedroom wasn't enough for her. It
wasn't anywhere near enough for her now, and she knew it never would
be.
She felt no desire to fuck the man lying next to her in bed. Her husband
could fuck her if he wanted to, but she needed much more than that.
She needed her Mistress.
The days dragged on, time seemed to slow down as her obsession with
the blonde woman grew stronger. She kept waiting for something to
happen, but it never did.
By Thursday night Lynne couldn't stand the pretence that everything
was just as normal any longer. Her husband was lying in bed reading a
Grisham novel. Her was heart racing, her palms were clammy and her
face felt hot as she sat on the bed. Her voice shook as she spoke.
" We need to talk about last weekend, about the diary, about...."
" No we don't." Her husband answered without looking up from his
book. " We don't and we won't. Don't bring it up again."
Lynne wanted to knock the book out of his hands and make him pay
attention to her.
" Yes we fucking do need to talk, and we're fucking going to." She
screamed at him in her mind, but she remained silent.
Later, as her husband slept peacefully beside her, Lynne slipped out of
their bed and snuck out of their bedroom. She felt like a criminal in her
own home. Creeping around in the dark and fumbling through a kitchen
cupboard looking for the bottle of scotch which had become her only
friend in the last few days.
There were still three or four inches in the bottom of the bottle after
she'd had a few gulps before trying to talk to her husband. She found
the bottle of scotch exactly where she had left it. But it was empty.
" You Bastard!" She muttered under her breath" You fucking bastard."
She buried her face in her hands. She wanted to cry, to scream, to let
out all the emotions that had built up inside her. But she didn't.
She rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found a packet of
Mercandol and popped four tablets out of the foil packet and hungrily
swallowed them down.
Friday morning, Lynnes husband kissed her on the cheek as she slept
and left for work at 7.30. Just as he had done last Friday. Before all
the things that happened last weekend. All the things that had changed
everything for her, but had apparently changed nothing for her husband.
It was mid morning by the time Lynne dragged herself out of bed. As
she stood under the warm water in the shower her hands started to
roam over her body. Her mind was somewhere else, somewhere in the
blonde womans house.
Lynne only realised what her hands were doing when she felt the prickly
stubbles of hair that had started to appear between her legs.
It didn't feel as good as when the two women had shaved her, but she
loved the sensations that ran through her body as her razor slid over
the soft skin between her legs.
Lynne stood naked, in front of the mirror and looked at herself as one
hand caressed her freshly shaved crotch, and her other hand pulled
hard on her swollen nipples. She liked the way she looked.
Suddenly she stopped and for an instant she felt like she did that time
she was 15 and her mother caught her masturbating.
She put her robe on and fell onto the bed as she dialled his number
on the cordless phone. As he had told her to, she was calling her
husband to ask for his permission.
It was the only thing that had happened all week that showed that things
had changed. If Lynne had wanted to masturbate a week ago she just
would have done it. She would never have dreamt of ringing her husband
for his permission.'
Lynne needed more of what they'd done to her. More of the things they'd
made her do.
Her every waking moment was filled with the delicious thoughts of the
disgusting things she'd done. And her sleep was filled with dreams of
the blonde woman, her Mistress. Obscene dreams from which she would
wake suddenly wet with sweat and wet between the legs.
It didn't appear that her husband or the blonde woman had any plans for
her tonight, and she just couldn't wait any longer. She needed some
relief from the torture of the past week.
As she listened to the phone ringing she wondered whether this call, and
what she was going to ask her husband would be some sort of catalyst
to restart what had started last weekend. Maybe her husband had been
waiting for some act or sign of obedience from her.
Lynne's excitement and expectations grew when she heard his voice.
She didn't waist time saying hello. She just asked him straight out if
she could have his permission to use her vibrator.
She was jolted into a stunned silence for a moment when he said no.
Then with an increasing sense of desperation she asked if she could
masturbate without the vibrator. There was a long pause before he said.
" Yes......but not today. I'm busy, I'll be home at the usual time."
" Fuck You ! " She screamed into the phone after he'd hung up.
" Fuck You ! " She said again as she threw the phone down and tore
her robe off and flung across the room. She fell onto their bed with her
hands grabbing at herself between her legs.
Lynne leant over and rummaged through the draw of her bedside table
like a strung out junkie looking for her stash of smack.
Her fingers wrapping around her vibrator gave her a similar rush of relief
as the junkie got when her fingers wrapped around her syringe with the
magic liquid in it.
" Fuck You !" She said again to her husband sitting in his office.
But there was something wrong. Suddenly she realised that there was
something very wrong.
" You Fucking Bastard." She screamed at her husband 20 kilometres
away in his office. The vibrator was too light, there were no batteries in it.
She tried using the vibrator as a dildo and fucked herself with it, but it
wasn't the same without the vibrations. Then she rubbed some KY on it
and pushed it hard against her arsehole. It felt good and she licked her
fingers and started rubbing herself between the legs.
Lynne closed her eyes and imagined her mistress was standing over
her watching her. She let herself slide off the bed onto the floor,
pretending she was lying at the feet of her Mistress.
" Stick it up your arse slut." She heard her Mistress say. " You like to
play with yourself, don't you little slut."
" I love to play with myself." Lynne said loudly. " I love you to watch me
play with myself."
She started to slide the vibrator up her arse, it hurt, so she pushed it
harder so it would hurt more.
" All the way little slut." She heard her Mistress again. " Shove your
vibrator all the way up your arse."
" Yes Mistress." Lynne answered the voice in her mind." Watch your
little slut shove her vibrator up her arse. Watch me shove my vibrator
up my arse. I'm your slut Mistress. I'm your dirty little slut."
Lynnes fingers rubbed her freshly shaved pussy faster and faster as
she lay on the floor at her Mistresses feet.
" Watch me play with myself Mistress. Watch me cum for you."
Lynne was almost there when the phone started ringing. She was so
close, she couldn't stop now.
Suddenly her body froze again. She could hear her husbands voice. He
was calling her name.
The answering machine, suddenly she realised her husbands voice was
coming from the answering machine in the kitchen. She crawled around
the floor frantically looking for the phone she had hurled away a few
minutes earlier.
" Hello..."
" What have you been doing Lynne ?" Her husband said cutting her off.
" I...Um...was out at the line hanging out the towels." She lied as best
she could, but she knew he didn't believe her. He knew what she had
been doing.
" Don't forget our date tonight." He said, seeming to overlook her
disobedience. " I'll see you later Bye."
' Don't forget our date tonight.' She played his words over in her mind
again. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine.
What date ? She couldn't remember any plans for tonight. Not that she
had been thinking all that clearly lately. But she was just their little slut.
They didn't have to make arrangements with her. She just went where
she was told and did what she was told when she was told.
She could feel her heart beating in her chest. She could feel her pulse
in her neck and in her wrists. She was still their slut.
Lynne spent the rest of the day preparing herself for them. She took a
long bath, lying in the warm water and bubbles wondering what they
were going to do to her, what they were going to make her do.
Her hands kept wandering down between her legs, and pulling at her
nipples. She had to fight herself to leave her body for them to play with,.
She couldn't decide what to wear. But they would decide what she wore.
It wasn't up to a slut like her to choose how she would dress. So she
just put on a black G-String and a sheer, almost see through black robe.
She loved being their slut. The anticipation of what they would do with
her was intoxicating.
She'd been standing the front door waiting for her husband for over
an hour and a half when his car finally pulled into the drive.
" Come on, you better get dressed Lynne." Her husband said as he
kissed her on the cheek, not noticinghow she had presented herself
for him.
" What do you want me to wear ?" She asked eagerly.
" I don't know, whatever you normally wear to the Football."
As she sat on the Hill at Shark Park with her husband, watching their
beloved Sharkies getting flogged by the Newcastle Knights Lynne was
in a daze. The blonde women and her husband had set a fire loose
inside her, and now they were just letting it burn wildly, uncontrolled.
The whole thing seemed so unreal. She knew she was clapping as ET
scored under the posts off a Mitch Healey grubber, but it was as if only
part of her was there.
The drive home only made it all worse.
" What shooting trip?" She heard herself ask her husband. He hadn't
mentioned a shooting trip.....had he ? She knew his fathers property
near Mudgee was over run with Roos since all the rain, but no one
had said anything about a shooting trip.
" It's been planned for weeks Lynne." She heard her husband say in an
irritated voice. " " The fucking Roos are eating dads place till there's
nothing but dust. You know he can't afford professional shooters. So
me and a few of the blokes are going up there for the week to cull
as many of the fucking things as we can. It's dad's only....."
He was still talking, but she could no longer hear him.
He kissed her on the cheek as she lay half awake in their bed at 7.00
Saturday morning. " We should be back Friday afternoon."
It was only with the help of the last three Mercandol that Lynne had
got any sleep at all. But as she drifted in and out of sleep throughout the
night, she decided she wasn't going to be left like this for another week.
She couldn't take it for another week. She decided she would go and see
the blonde woman herself.
Frustration, confusion, anger, all these emotions swirled inside as she
drove into the city. The house looked different in the daylight. Much
larger that she'd realises. One those old five level semi detached town
houses built early this century.
She parked in a ' No Standing ' zone, and walked quickly towards the
blonde womans house. But the closer she got the slower she walked.
The house was about 20 metres away when she stopped.
She could see the door, the porch, the steps leading up from the
footpath. For a moment she thought about turning around, running
back to her car and driving home. But she knew she couldn't.
Lynne gave Kelly a nervous smile when she opened the door. She was
wearing the French Maids uniform again. But she stared at Lynne as
if she'd never seen her before.
" Yes, can I help you ? "
" I need to see her Kelly. I....." Lynnes voice trailed off as Kelly stared at
her blankly. " Kelly please....."
" You weren't told to come here were you !" Kelly said coldly.
" Kelly please. I have to see her." Lynne begged.
" Wait here." Kelly shut the door. Lynne looked at her watch,
it was 9.00am. At 11.00am Lynne was sitting on the steps staring out
at the street.
' What am I doing here ? ' Lynne thought to herself. ' What have I
become ? Is the pleasure this woman inflicts on me worth giving up
every bit of dignity I have ? '
Lynne hung her head as she answered herself in a whispered " Yes."
The door opened again at 11.30.
" The Mistress is busy." Kelly sounded like a board receptionist.
" I'll wait." Lynne said defiantly.
" A word of advice Lynne." Kelly's voice was softer. " If you want to
have any chance of seeing the Mistress, you better do something about
the way you're dressed."
Lynne looked down at herself, she had worn the cut-off denim shorts and
the white blouse tied in a knot that her husband had always liked.
" What do you mean ......? "
" What are you Lynne ? What is it you think you want to be ? "
" A.....A slut. " Lynne said hesitantly. " I'm a slut . " She said again with
conviction bordering on arrogance.
" Then start acting like one and dressing like one. The Mistress will be
busy for some time yet." Kelly looked at her for a moment then shut the
door. That cold detactched look back on her face.
Lynne looked down at herself again and started walking up the street
towards the steps that led up to Darlinghurst Road. She tried to cross
the street, but she had to wait for a parking police tow truck to pass.
She saw the car, she knew it was her car being towed away, but she
didn't car. She just wanted to get up to the shops at The Cross.
Lynne looked at the people around her as she walked up the heart of the
sleaziest part of Sydney. She looked at the prostitutes standing in
doorways and on corners. She looked at what they were wearing. She
wanted to look like them. She wanted to look like a street whore.
She went into a uni-sex clothing store and started rummaging through
the racks, looking for slut clothes. She noticed a young couple near the
change rooms. The young dark haired woman wasn't very attractive.
but her boyfriend was.
' You can do a lot better than that.' She thought to herself looking at the
man that had caught her attention. ' Not getting any out of Miss Pure
and Virginal are you.'
Lynne watched the woman he was with go into one of the change
rooms with a couple of the ugliest looking dresses she'd ever seen.
' They suit you.' Lynne said to herself.
The boyfriend was standing behind a rack of dresses, pretending to look
through them, trying not to be noticed. Lynne wandered over to the rack
and smiled at him as she pretended to browse through the rotating rack
of " church dresses', He smiled back nervously as Lynne edged closer to
him.
" What do you think of these shorts ?" She said as she took his hand
and pushed it hard against the crotch of her cut off denim jeans. The
man seemed to freeze for a moment, then she felt his fingers start
to move between her legs.
" So, you like the feel of my shorts. Or do you like the feel of what's
underneath my shorts ? " His eyes were fixed on the rack of dresses
as his fingers groped her. He obviously didn't have any idea how to
touch a woman. So Lynne took his hand in hers again and helped him.
Lynne bit her lip as she guided his fingers to her clitoris, and helped him
to rub it gently. " That's it, now rub it faster." She whispered as her
body responed to his touch.
She could feel a wet patch spread out over the crotch of her panties as
he rubbed her between the legs. She'd waited so long, she only hoped
she could control the noise she made when she came.
" What do you think ?" His girlfriend said as she slid the curtain back
and looked around the shop. " Daniel...."
" Bitch !" Lynne snarled under her breath as he felt his hand pull away
from her. She watched Daniel scurry off and tell the ugly cow how nice
she looked.
Lynne was looking over at them when she felt a hand on her arse.
" Maybe I could give you a hand." A squeaky voice said nervously from
behind her. She turned around and saw a pimply faced boy in a shirt
and tie with a badge on the pocket that said ' Luke. '
" I might have something out the back you'd like to see." Luke said
with big wide excited eyes.
" Sure Luke." Lynne said with a wry smile. " You show me what you've
got."
Luke led Lynne through a door that said 'Staff Only', then into a small
lunchroom at the back. He locked the door behind them, then lunged at
her and grabbed her roughly between the legs .
" You've gotta start off gently Lynne said. Taking his hand and showing
him what to do. Lynne liked being the teacher.
" How old are you Luke ?" She asked as she guided his fingers up and
down the zipper of her tight shorts.
" !5, well 16 next year..........." Luke replied proudly. Lynne's hips were
pushing herself against his hand and she moaned when he said he was
only 15.
" And what's that big bulge in your pants Luke." She said teasingly.
Luke grabbed her hand and shoved it on the lump in his trousers.
" I can think of something you'll like better Luke." She said as she
eased herself to her knees, his bulge only a few inches from her face.
She undid his belt and zipper, and pulled his pants and underpants
down in one quick motion. Leaving his stiff penis poking out from under
the bottom of his shirt.
Lynne licked the drops of pre cum off the head of his hard penis and
slowly slid her mouth over it.
" Oh Shit..." She heard him cry out.
She ran her tongue over the sensitive underside of his penis, and felt
it twitch in her mouth, she licked it again and he came in her mouth.
His body flinched each time his cum squirted out of the eye of his
penis and down her throat.
Lynne squeezed the last drop of his cum out of his penis, then looked
up at him and opened her mouth so he could see his milky white cum
on her tongue. He watched in stunned silence as Lynne swallowed it.
' I'm developing a taste for young cum.' Lynne thought to herself as she
stood up and undid the zipper on her shorts. Daniel shoved his hand
down the top of her shorts and Lynne noticed the look on his face when
he felt how wet she was down there.
Lynne leant her head back to enjoy his groping young fingers and a
sense of panic suddenly hit her from nowhere. The clock on the lunch
room wall said 12.13.
" Oh Fuck !" Lynne yelled out, as she pulled his hand out and fumbled
hurriedly with her zipper.
" What's the matter ?" Daniel asked, thinking he'd done something
wrong.
" Nothing Daniel, your a nice kid, but I've gotta go." She leant forward
to kiss him, but he turned his head away. He'd seen his cum in her
mouth just a few minutes earlier, and there was no way he was going
to kiss that mouth now. Lynne couldn't help but smile at the young boy.
For the next twenty minutes Lynne ran from shop to shop. Second hand
clothes shops. jewellery shops, chemists. Anywhere she might find what
she needed.
She dressed into her slut clothes in the changerooms in the shop where
young Daniel worked. He watched her go in dressed in her denim shorts
and shirt, but hardly recognised her when she came out.
" Mind these for me will you Daniel." She said as she passed him a
Woolworth's bag with her 'normal woman ' clothes in it." I'll come back
and get it. Maybe you can show me the lunchroom again. Thanks Bye."
By 12.55 Lynne was back on the steps of the blonde woman's house.
She looked very different now, in her slut clothes. She caught a glimpse
of herself in the tinted glass of the sidelight window next to the door.
She liked the way she looked. Thigh high red leather boots, red fishnet
stockings, a crudely short bright white leather skirt that barely covered
her red lace G-String and garter..
She had been looking for a top of some sort but had grown anxious
about the time. So she decided to wear her long sleeved white blouse
with no bra and no buttons done up. Just the shirt tied in a knot under
her large breasts.
Lynne sat back down on the steps to wait. To wait as long as it took.
" What do you want Lynne ?" It was the blonde woman. Lynne spun
around, but the door was still shut.
" What do you want Lynne ?" Her voice was more impatient this time.
" I...I need to talk to you." Lynne said as she saw the intercom on the
wall beside the door.
" Then talk."
" I...I need to see you..."
" You're early, I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow. You are an eager
little slut aren't you."
An elderly couple passing by on the street below looked up at Lynne.
They obviously heard what had been said. The blonde woman was
treating her like a slut again, and Lynne loved it.
" What do you want Lynne ?" Lynne knew she had to answer her this
time.
" I just want to be your slut again Mistress." Lynne walked closer to
the intercom, her face only a few inches from where her Mistresses
voice was coming.
" Did you masturbate yesterday after your husband told you not too?"
Her Mistress had caught her off guard again, but she was better at this
' game ' than she was last weekend.
" Yes Mistress, I did, I mean I started to, but he interrupted me before
I could cum." Lynne felt the dampness of her body spreading over the
crotch of her new panties.
" You'll be punished for that later Lynne. But your little vibrator had no
batteries in it, did it Lynne. So tell me how my little slut tried to make
herself cum." Her Mistresses voice was louder now, she'd turned up the
volume so people passing by could hear more clearly.
" No Mistress. My vibrator had no batteries in it, so I tried to use it as
a dildo, and I fucked myself with it,.......but I found a better way to use
it. I fucked myself up the arse with it. As it was sliding in and out
of my arse I rubbed myself. And all the time I was thinking of you
Mistress. I pretended you were watching me masturbate, watching me
slide my vibrator in and out of my arse......"
The people passing by on the street below responded to what was
being said on the porch of the house in various ways. Some slowed
down so they could hear as much as they could of what the woman
with her back to them was saying. Others muttered insults and walked
off quickly. And then a group of young boys 12 and 13 year olds just
stood at the foot of the steps looking up at Lynne.
" You're desperate for some relief, aren't you little slut.?" The voice said
loudly over the intercom.
Lynne leaned her shoulder against the wall so as her back was turned to
the eyes looking up at her from the street.
" Yes Mistress. Please let me come in. I'll do anything for you, please.."
" You mean please let me cum. Don't you, you horny little slut." Lynne
didn't answer, she turned her head and looked at the young boys
pointing at her, making snide little boy comments about her.
" I do like what you're wearing though." Her Mistresses voice said
through the intercom. Lynne looked around the porch and saw a
surveillance camera pointed down at her. "You look like a whore."
" Yes Mistress, I'm a whore, I'm your whore." Lynne's hand touched
herself through the leather of her skirt. She couldn't help herself
knowing her Mistress was watching her.
" No you're not !" The voice said angrily. " You're a slut, but you're not
a whore. And that's a problem Lynne."
" I am a whore. I'm your slut, your whore...."
" Don't confuse being a slut with being a whore Lynne. They're not
the same thing at all. In many ways they're the exact opposite of each
other."
Lynne didn't understand. " I....I can be a whore for you, I can be what
ever you want me to be."
There was a long silence during which time Lynne felt beads of nervous
perspiration start to appear on her face.
" You know what I want you to be Lynne, and to become what it is I
want, you must be a slut and a whore, and more. Not many woman can
be all I want them to be."
Lynne knew what her Mistress wanted her to be. .
" I want to be your slave Mistress. I'll do whatever it takes to be your
slave."
It was the first time Lynne had used that word about herself, and no
word had ever aroused her so much in her life. She suddenly realised
that that was what this was all about.
And she knew then she wanted be the blonde woman's slave. She had
done so since that night in the garage when she first knelt down at her
feet. It was only now that she realised it and accepted it.
" If you want to be my slave, then you have to be more than just a slut,
more than just a whore, and you're not even a whore. Do you see the
problem Lynne ?"
" I can be a whore. Just tell me what you want me to do." Lynne was
still pleading with her Mistress, but her voice was more relaxed. She
knew what she wanted now. She knew where all this was taking her.
" We'll see just how good a whore you are then Lynne." The Mistress
paused as she watched Lynne close her eyes. It was as if the word
whore had caressed her wet crotch.
" But a street whore needs protection. You need a pimp Lynne. Tony
will be your pimp, he'll look after you. Leave your bag at the door and
go with Tony. Come back here at Midnight Tuesday night. We'll know
how good a whore you are by how much money you can make for your
Mistress from selling your body. "
Lynne heard the intercom click, and knew the conversation was over.
She turned around and looked down at the foot of the steps. The
giggling little boys were gone. Standing where they had been standing
laughing at her was a huge dark skinned man in a sports jacket and tie.
He looked like an Islander, Tongan or Somoan.
Lynne put her bag in front of the door and walked down the steps
towards the big dark skinned man.
" Hi Tony." She said softly. She couldn't see his eyes through his dark
sunglasses, but she could feel them on her body.
" Follow me Lynne." Was all he said as he turned and started walking
towards Kings Cross.
Lynne followed along behind him. ' They're making me into a whore.'
She said to herself. And she loved the sound of it.
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