LYNNE: CHAPTER 14. A NIGHT IN THE SHADOWS. PART 1
For the rest of the night Lexy used me to settle debts, earn some
favours and make a few quick dollars. It was an experience beyond
anything I could have imagined.
I followed her back down Victoria St and into one of the sex toy shops
which even I knew was a shooting gallery.
" You seen The Leach or any of his lot ?" Lexy said to the small Asian
man behind the counter full of vibrators and nipple clamps and all sorts
of interesting things.
" Yeah The Leach is in watching a porno...."
" Which room ?" Lexy said as she headed for a doorway with a dirty
blue velvet curtain across it.
" Three." The little Asian man said disinterestedly.
I followed Lexy into the small room behind the curtain. There were
rows and rows of really heavy porn video's. The covers showed pictures
of men pissing into the open mouths of seemingly eager women and
women tied up and being whipped upside down or having candle wax
dripped on them or pegs clamped onto their pussy's and nipples.
" You're probably into all this aren't you ! " Lexy said looking at the
covers of the video's and then at me. It's hard to describe what it feels
like when a cheap street whore like Lexy looks at you with a disgusted
look on her face. I didn't answer her, I didn't need to.
Lexy's face was full of contempt for me, she turned away as if she
couldn't stand to look at me. She didn't understand what it was that
had made me into what I had become. How could she, I didn't
understand it myself.
Lexy opened a door at the back of the small video display room and I
followed her into a dimly lit hallway. The sounds of women crying out
in ecstasy filled the air. But they were only the sounds of porn actresses
coming from the rooms down the hall where men sat and watched
porno movies for $5 and jerked off.
Lexy walked up to a door with a pitted old brass " 3 " on it and opened
the door and walked in. The room wasn't much more than a cupboard.
Just enough room for a TV against one wall and a grotty two seater couch
against the other with a crappy old lamp table beside it with a box of
tissues and a tube of KY on it.
The man sitting on the couch looked old but I sensed he wasn't as
old as he looked. He didn't flinch as we barged in. He turned and
looked at Lexy and then back to the TV screen where he watched a
close up of a woman frantically eating the shaved pussy of another
woman.
The man never stopped jerking off his big uncircumcised cock either.
" Hey Leach." Lexy said trying to get his attention. He had a drawn
gaunt face with two or three days growth on it. His clothes looked like
they were from an opp shop. An old grey cardigan over a dirty white
shirt and black track pants around his ankles as he sat there jerking
himself off.
" She's selling." Lexy said gesturing towards me. I had to look away
when he looked at me and sort of smiled. He had no teeth and one eye
looked off at an angle.
" I can't fuck this.......thing." I said to myself. Knowing full well I'd have
to
if Lexy wanted me to. Lexy grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to
" The Leach. "
I could feel his eyes on me but I still couldn't look at him. I could see
his hand out of the corner of my eye, still moving up and down as he
jerked off.
" How much." He coughed as he spoke.
" How much you got Leach ?" Lexy said. She was really enjoying herself.
" Dunno." Leach said as he reached into the pocket of his cardigan
and pulled out some notes and a few coins. Lexy took two 20s off him
and gave him back the rest.
" Forty bucks. Sound fair Leach ?" Lexy said showing him the two
20s.
" Yeah...I suppose."
I wanted to run out of the smelly little room and away from this pathetic
smelly little man, But I knew I'd never see The Blonde Woman again if I
did. I had no choice. I was going to have to fuck this......man. I was going
to have to fuck him for forty dollars.
" Take your pantyhose and panties off Lynne." Lexy said in a voice that
reeked with contempt and amusement. There was no point wasting time
stalling. The sooner I got this over with the better.
I stepped out of my shoes and slid my panty hose off and then pulled
my panties down and stepped out of them. All the time I kept waiting
for Lexy to pass me a condom. " Please let me at least use a condom."
I kept saying to myself.
" Give Leach your panties Lynne." Lexy said with a strange look on her
face. I didn't get it at first. Leach reached over and grabbed my panties
off me and started rubbing them over his face.
" And the silks." Leach spluttered. " I get the silks too right..."
" Give him your panty hose too Lynne." Lexy said and I passed them to
him. I'd finally caught on. I wasn't going to have to fuck him. Lexy was
just selling him my under wear. But she knew I thought I was going to
have to fuck him.
I felt faint and giddy by the time we got back out on the street. Lexy
stopped suddenly and turned and looked at me. Her face just full of
confusion and disbelief now.
" You would have fucked Leach wouldn't you Lynne ?"
" Yes." I said as defiantly as I could. " If you wanted me to I would have."
" Why ?" Lexy's voice echoed the disbelief on her face.
" Because the Mistress told me to do whatever you said Miss."
Lexy stood there just staring at me. I met her gaze and refused to let
myself look away. Eventually Lexy slowly shook her head and her eyes
drifted away from mine. She didn't understand and she didn't want to
understand. She had me for the night and she'd use me while she could.
In the end that's all that really mattered to her.
After the thing with The Leach, Lexy took me down Macleay St to what
looked like a nice apartment block where a reasonably good looking
middle aged man paid Lexy $200 to watch me stand in the shower
and urinate while he sat on the toilet and jerked off. I had to spread my
legs and my pussy lips wide so he could get a good view of me. And I had
to urinate just as he came.
Then Lexy took me back up to The Cross and down Roslyn St into a small
run down shop that seemed to sell general grocery items. A large middle
aged man with oily black hair and a thick black moustache started
yelling at Lexy as soon as we walked in. I didn't understand much of
what he said, he spoke with a heavy middle eastern accent and not
everything he said seemed to be in English. He reached under the
counter and pulled out a piece of paper and was waving the paper
and his arms around.
" One Hundred Twenty Seven Dollar ! " He started saying over and over.
Obviously Lexy owed him money.
" She take's it up the arse." Lexy said and the man suddenly went quiet
and turned and looked at me. I didn't like the look in his eyes. He looked
like one of those fanatical Saddam Hussain supporters you see on the
news. That's the best way I can describe the look in his eyes. Irrational,
dangerous.
" You. Come here." His English was much better when he spoke at me.
Before I knew it I was behind the counter bent over a stool with my dress
up over my back as he examined my arse. " Very good. Very good."
He said a few times as he ran his hands over the cheeks of my arse and
roughly poked my arse hole with his finger.
I heard the rattle of the beads that hung down over the doorway into
the shop. A young guy in dirty denim jeans and a leather jacket walked
into the shop.
" Hey Asiff ! What's happening man." He had a real spaced out look
about him. I wanted to cover myself at first, but enjoyed knowing that I
couldn't.
" You like ?" Asiff said proudly as he patted me on the arse.
" Yeah....Nice piece of pussy Asiff." The young guy said as he watched
Asiff spread the cheeks of my arse wide apart.
" Give us a foil will ya Asiff."
" You got money ?"
" Yeah Yeah I got money." The young guy's speech was slurred and he
fumbled through the pocket of his jacket and threw two 50s on the
counter. Asiff reached under the counter and threw a small rolled up
piece of Aluminium foil onto the counter.
" Enjoy Enjoy" Asiff said smiling.
" You too Asiff." The young guy said as he looked down at me and then
picked the packet of heroin off the counter and wandered back out onto
the streets.
The little shop went quiet all of a sudden as Asiff admired my arse and
ran his hands over me. The silence was broken by the sound of the
metal zipper on Asiff's jeans being pulled down.
Asiff pushed me around until I was in the position he wanted me. I
looked up at the door to the shop. Lexy saw me.
" That's the least of your worries Lynne. Asiff isn't exactly gentle."
I jumped as I felt something cold on my arse. It was a cream of some
sort. " At least he's lubricating me first." I thought to myself. Then
I felt his cock pushing hard against my arse hole. It didn't feel like he
had a condom on but I didn't want to turn around and look at him.
It hurt a bit at first as he slid his cock up my arse but my body soon
adjusted to take his size. Lexy was right, he wasn't at all gentle. But I
liked it any way. I had no shame, no dignity left. I was staring out
through the door hoping some one would come in and see what I was
doing. My body started to move in rhythm with his. I reached down
between my legs and started rubbing my clit as Asiff fucked me faster
and harder. I came when he did. I didn't even try fighting it this time. I
couldn't help how good Asiff's cock felt up my arse and I couldn't stop
my hand from rubbing myself between the legs, I didn't want to anyway.
I made more noise when we came than Asiff did.
It had only been a short time since I'd had an orgasm with big fat Garry
and another in the peep booth with the man that knew me. But there
seemed no limit to the amount of pleasure my body wanted and needed
now. The more I came the more I wanted and needed to cum.
I think the raw physical pleasure I've enjoyed over the past few weeks is
a part of my addiction to the Blonde Woman and part of my obsession to
become her slave. There is a lot more to it than that, but the intensity
and the frequency of the physical pleasure I receive at the hands of The
Blonde Woman is definitely a part of it.
Asiff gave me a towel to clean myself up with after he'd finished and
ripped up Lexy's account for $127.00. I straightened myself up without
looking at either Lexy or Asiff. No woman should have cum being used
like that but I did. I wasn't ashamed that I had but I knew they thought
I should have been.
Lexy didn't speak to me as we walked back down Victoria Rd. When we
got to the Fitzroy Gardens Park she told me to wait in a very dimly lit area
near the fountain.
The park benches were littered with old men that people used to call
bums, but now called " The Homeless." I grew increasingly nervous and
edgy the longer Lexy was gone.
Then I heard footsteps coming towards me. I spun around and was
relieved to see two policeman walking towards me.
" Follow us Lynne." One of them said as they walked past me. I looked
around anxiously as I followed behind them like an obedient dog. No
questions, no hesitation I just did as the two men told me to.
I followed them through the park and into Kings Cross Police Station.
" What interview rooms are available Mick ?" One of them said to the
Policeman behind the counter.
" Take C." Mick answered with a knowing smirk on his face.
Interview room C had a table in the middle with a few chairs around it
and a couch against a wall under what I assumed was a two way mirror.
It was on the couch that the two policeman and three others took turns
to fuck me. None of them wore condoms and my cunt and thighs were
covered in cum by the time they were all finished with me. Lexy wasn't
going to be hassled by the NSW Police for a while now.
Mick was the last one to fuck me and I asked him for something to clean
myself up with when he was finished but he just laughed at me and told
me to get dressed and get out before they arrested me and kept me for a
few days.
I didn't understand why they wouldn't give me a rag or something to
clean myself with. I found out why a few minutes later.
Lexy was waiting for me when I walked out of the Police Station and
she quickly headed off down the steps and into Ward Avenue when she
saw me. I could feel the sticky cum between my legs and running down
my thighs as I followed after Lexy. She walked into the Foyer of what
used to be The Camelot Inn but had been refurbished into expensive
apartments.
She pressed the buzzer for 4B and a deep female voice answered.
The woman who opened the door to 4B was smoking a cigarette and
looked to be in her late 40s early 50s. She was dressed in a white silk
robe and wore lots of expensive jewellery. Just one of the rings on her
finger would have been worth more than my car, the old Lynne's car.
She was reasonably attractive for a woman her age. Lots of expensive
face creams and lots of time spent at the beauty parlour. But she'd
bleached her shoulder length hair blonde too often.
Her eyes darted over me excitedly as Lexy told her about the five men
that had just fucked me and how none of them had used condoms.
I could see the passion growing in her eyes as she listened.
" Very good Lexy. Very Very good." She said in that deep voice. Then
she handed Lexy a roll of bills, but I didn't see how much she'd paid for
me. " Wait outside Lexy. You.....Come with me."
I followed her into her bedroom and then into the adjoining bathroom.
She made me take off my dress and lie on the cold tiled floor, with my
head beside the toilet and told me to spread my legs. Then she knelt
down between my legs and started licking the drying cum off my thighs.
She slid a hand inside her robe and started playing with herself as she
hungrily cleaned me with her tongue. I moaned softly the first time her
tongue stabbed at my cunt.
" Don't you cum you dirty little slut !" She yelled at me as her tongue
lapped away between my legs and on my thighs.
How could she expect my body not to respond ? How could I not cum if
she was going to keep licking and sucking on my cunt like that ?
Her breathing was getting heavier and her hand was moving faster
under her robe as she buried her tongue deep inside me. I wanted
to cry out, to let myself go and enjoy what she was doing but some how
I had to fight off the urges that were swelling inside me.
I looked up at her head bobbing up and down between my thighs and
tried to think of some thing else. I tried to think how pathetic this woman
was. How she was an even dirtier slut than I was. How she was even
more pathetic than I was. But those thoughts just made me wetter.
It seemed to take an eternity for her to lick me clean. To lick every drop
of the cum off my body, but some how I managed to hang on. When
she'd licked every last drop off me and all that was left was the shiny
glow from her saliva she lent back and stared down at me, at my cunt.
Her hand was almost a blur as she rubbed herself faster and harder
and licked her lips and rolled her tongue around in her mouth.
Suddenly she grunted loudly and buried her face between my legs as
she came. Her orgasm went on and on. Wave after wave of pleasure
made her body twitch and shudder.
Her orgasm had only just started to ebb away when she yelled at me
to get out. " Get out you filthy little whore get out...." She screamed at
me turning her head away so I couldn't see her face.
I grabbed my dress and shoes and almost ran out into the loungeroom.
" She's a real fucking sicko. Isn't she Lynne ?" Lexy said as I closed the
door to 4B behind me. " She's almost as fuckin weird as you."
Lexy thought her comment would sting me but it didn't. But it did make
me think. " Is that what I'll be like in twenty years time ?"
I was surprised and confused when Lexy pressed the " up " button on
the lift. She looked at me waiting for me to ask her why we were going up
instead of back down to the lobby. But I didn't ask. She obviously had
something else or someone else for me to do.
Lexy rang the door bell on 6C and the door opened almost immediately.
" Your late." A tallish woman with long Strawberry blonde hair said. She
seemed a bit nervous, on edge.
" Yeah well shit happens Mrs Stevenson." Lexy said casually as she
walked into the apartment and motioned for me to follow her. Lexy
had obviously made arrangements with these people. How many
appointments had Lexy made for me I wondered.
" This is Lynne Mrs Stevenson. What do you think ?"
Mrs Stevenson looked me over for quite a while before she answered.
" Not bad Lexy...She's no beauty queen but she's not bad at all....."
Mrs Stevenson wasn't bad either. She was probably in her early 30s.
She wore a pretty knee length floral summer dress. Her long shiny hair
fell over the soft skin of her shoulders and the top of the dress hugged
her tightly around her large breasts.
She seemed like a normal housewife type of woman, but so did I. She
handed Lexy an envelope and took my hand gently and said.
" Come with me sweetheart, it's time for your bath."
" Be a good little girl for Mrs Stevenson Lynne." Lexy said before leaving
the apartment.
" Yes, I'll be a good little girl." I said hoping it was what I was suppose to
say. Judging by the expression on Mrs Stevenson's face it was.
She led me into the bathroom where she had a big bubble bath waiting.
She stood behind me and slowly undid the zipper on my dress and
eased it down my body.
" Where are your panties Lynne ?" She said firmly when she saw my
bare arse. " Good little girls always wear panties Lynne."
" I'm sorry Mrs Stevenson. I must have forgotten to put them on."
" That's alright Lynne. You can borrow a pair of mine."
" Thank you Mrs Stevenson." I said more confidently as she helped me
step out of my dress. I had a better idea of what this woman wanted
from me.
" You've got very large breasts for a little girl Lynne." Mrs Stevenson
said as she stood behind me and undid my bra. I thought I heard her
moan softly as she slid my bra off and her hands faintly brushed over my
nipples.
She helped me into the warm foaming bath and tenderly washed every
part of me with a soft pink sponge. It was me who moaned quietly as
she kept running the sponge up my thighs and between my legs.
My whole body glowed pink from the hot water when she helped me
out of the bath and gently dried me with a fluffy white towel.
" Come with me Lynne." Mrs Stevenson said as she took my hand and
led me into the adjoining bedroom. She sat me in a chair in front of a
mirrored dressing table. The white cane seat was cold against my bare
skin and I gasped softly.
I watched Mrs Stevenson in the mirror as she brushed my long hair and
tied it into pig tails. I could see the passion in her dark brown eyes as she
ran the brush tenderly through my hair. Every so often her eyes would
steal a glance between my legs, so I opened my legs a little to give her
a better view.
When she had the pig tails the way she wanted them she put the brush
down and ran her fingers through my hair as she admired me in the
mirror.
" Come on Lynne, it's time I fed you."
She led me over to a large white cane chair with a large leaf shaped back
on it in the corner near the window. She let go of my hand and sat
down and gestured for me to sit on her lap.
She opened her legs slightly so my weight was on the chair and cradled
me in her arms. " Are you hungry Lynne ?"
" Yes Mrs Stevenson. I'm very hungry. Would you feed me please ?" I
answered. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as if my words had
caressed her between the legs. It was what she wanted me to say.
" You know what to do Lynne." Mrs Stevenson said motioning at her
breasts with her eyes.
" Thank you Mrs Stevenson." I said as I reached up and slowly untied the
straps on her dress and rolled the top down over her large breasts. She
licked her lips in nervous excitement as I did.
" That's a good little girl." She whispered.
She wore a maternity bra. I'd seen friends of mine use them and reached
up and undid the little clips and her breasts fell out of the cups.
Drops of breast milk leaked from her nipples. They were hard and
swollen and a deep red almost purple colour.
" That's a good little girl Lynne." She whispered again as I took her
left nipple in my mouth and gently sucked her milk from her breasts.
She moaned softly as I suckled on her. Her milk was slightly bitter, but
it tasted sweet.
Suddenly I felt her body grow tense. " I've never hurt anybody Lynne. I
only ever pay women to do this to me. Adult women."
Mrs Stevenson obviously carried a sense of guilt with her about her
particular fetish. But I could tell she'd never hurt anybody, I knew she'd
always paid to satisfy her needs before she said it.
But she obviously wanted me to know she'd never hurt anybody to
satisfy her desires. And she wasn't hurting anybody now. I was enjoying
feeding on her warm breast milk, and I'd enjoy anything else she wanted
me to do for her.
" I know that Mrs Stevenson." I said softly as I looked into her eyes. " But
I'm still hungry. Will you feed me some more please ?"
She smiled at me and closed her eyes in anticipation. " Yes Lynne. I'll
feed you some more."
She moaned softly again as I wrapped my lips around her swollen nipple
and sucked the milk from her breasts.
" That's a good girl Lynne." She whispered. " That's a very good little girl.
She moaned as I moved my mouth from one nipple to the other. Her
moans growing louder the longer I sucked on her. Suddenly she flinched
in the seat.
" You bit me Lynne you naughty little girl !" She said angrily as she
looked down at me. I hadn't bitten her but I knew what to say.
" I'm sorry Mrs Stevenson, I won't do it again."
" You better not Lynne or you'll have to be punished. Bad little girls have
to be punished."
" I know Mrs Stevenson. I won't bite you again I promise." I lifted her
right breast to my lips and wrapped my lips around her swollen nipple
again and sucked some more of her warm milk into my mouth.
Mrs Stevenson was moaning loudly now and squirming in the seat. I
took her nipple between my teeth and bit it hard.
" You bad little girl !" She yelled at me as the pain stung her. " I'm going
to have to punish you now."
" I'm sorry Mrs Stevenson. I know I have to be punished. I was a bad
little girl to bite you again."
Mrs Stevenson told me to lie across her lap on my stomach so she could
punish me. She held onto my head by the pig tails she'd tied my hair
into and started running her hand over my thighs and arse.
The slap of her hand on the cheek of my bare arse made me flinch.
" This is what happens to bad little girls Lynne."
" I know I was a bad little girl Mrs Stevenson. I know you have to punish
me."
She spanked me a lot harder than I thought she would. My arse was
stinging and glowing red by the time she was finished punishing me
and her face was as flushed as mine.
" Now we better get you some panties and put you to bed." She said
and I lifted myself off her lap and watched her walk over to her dresser
beside her bed. She took out a pair of her cotton underpants. They had
little yellow daisy's on them and she watched me put them on.
" Now it's time for your nap Lynne." She said as she took my hand and
led me over to her bed.
" Do you want me to lie with you for a while Lynne ?" Mrs Stevenson
said as she tenderly stroked my face.
" Yes please Mrs Stevenson. I get scared on my own."
Mrs Stevenson slid out of her dress and stood in front of me. She had on
a pair of the same cotton panties with the daisy's that she'd lent me.
She enjoyed me looking at her body for a few minutes and then lied on
the bed beside me and wrapped her arms around me.
" Are you still hungry Lynne ?" She said after a few minutes.
" Yes I am Mrs Stevenson, would you feed me again please."
She sat up and rested her back against some pillows and I laid across
her lap and eagerly grabbed one of her nipples with my mouth.
" You are a hungry little girl aren't you Lynne ?"
" Yes Mrs Stevenson." I said as I sucked on her milk again. " Thank you
for feeding me again. I love your milk Mrs Stevenson."
She pulled her lips into her mouth and moaned softly when I said it.
" I'm glad you like my milk Lynne, but be a good girl, don't you bite
me again."
Mrs Stevenson slid a hand under me and down the top of her panties.
" I really do love your milk Mrs Stevenson. And there's so much of it."
I moved my mouth to her other nipple and sucked hard filling my mouth
with her milk. Her hand was moving quickly between her legs and
I felt her body grow tense as she grew closer.
" What are you doing Mrs Stevenson ?" I asked innocently as I looked
at her hand moving frantically inside her panties.
" Mrs Stevenson is sore down there Lynne. I'm just rubbing it better."
She answered breathlessly.
" Do you want me to rub it better for you Mrs Stevenson ?"
" Oh God...." She moaned loudly. " Yes Lynne, rub it better for me while I
feed you."
I slid my hand under the elastic on the top of her panties and buried
my fingers into the wet folds of her flesh between her legs. I pulled her
lips apart with my index and ring finger and rubbed her clit with my
middle finger.
" Oh that's a good girl Lynne." Mrs Stevenson panted as I took her
nipple into my mouth again and drank her warm milk.
" That's a good girl Lynne.....That's a very good girl......Rub it better for
me Lynne...."
" Thank you for feeding me Mrs Stevenson I really like your milk. It's
so much nicer than my mummy's milk."
She grunted loudly and came when I told her how much I liked her
milk. I rubbed her faster as she came and sucked harder on her swollen
nipple. Her orgasm lasted a long time and she savoured every moment
of it.
When her orgasm was finally over she pulled my hand out of her panties
and we just lay there for a while with me still feeding on her breast milk.
" You'll have to get dressed and leave now." Mrs Stevenson said
suddenly and abruptly. She slid off the bed and disappeared down
the hall. I got dressed, put on some makeup I found in the bathroom and
headed for the door.
" Could I have those panties back please Lynne ?" Mrs Stevenson said
from the doorway to the kitchen. She looked really attractive in a bright
red kimono. But she looked very nervous and embarrassed too.
" Sure Mrs Stevenson." I said and I walked over and stood in front of her.
I looked into her eyes as I lifted my dress and slid the cotton panties
down my legs. Mrs Stevenson's eyes kept glancing down between my
legs, so I took my time taking the panties off.
I stepped out of them and handed them to her. She screwed them up
into a tight ball in her hand.
" Thank you Lynne."
" Is there anything else I can do for you Mrs Stevenson ?"
" No thank you Lynne." She said smiling for an instant before
disappearing into the darkness of the kitchen.
Lexy was waiting for me in the hallway.
" Have enough to drink did you ?" She said sarcastically.
I didn't bother answering her. Mrs Stevenson was a nice woman who
had a particular need. Lexy didn't understand it and neither did I really
but I wasn't going to condemn Mrs Stevenson for it or make fun of her
about it.
It didn't surprise me this time when Lexy pressed the "up" button again
on the elevator. But it did cross my mind that there were some
interesting people living in this building.
The man in 7A was very nervous when he opened the door. He looked
up and down the hallway several times before almost dragging us inside.
He was a District Court Judge hearing some case that must have
involved Lexy somehow. From what they said to each other the deal was
that he'd get to use me and the case against Lexy would be thrown out
on some sort of technical point of law.
This was a big favour he was doing Lexy. I wondered what I'd have to do
for him in return as I watched him walk Lexy to the door.
He paused for a moment as if catching his breath after he closed the
door behind Lexy. Then he slowly turned around and stood there looking
at me. He was a very distinguished looking man, late 50s, dark hair with
flecks of grey. He was casually but smartly dressed in brown trousers and
a pale blue long sleeved shirt.
" Did Lexy tell you what is required of you young lady ?" He said in a very
formal voice.
" No Sir she didn't." I answered politely, growing more concerned at just
what I was going to have to do for this man.
" There's a note on the kitchen bench through there that will explain
everything." He said and walked over to a large old armchair in the
corner of the lounge room. I headed off in the direction he pointed and
found the note.
I had to get undressed and crawl around the floor. There was a red
collar with a bell on it that I had to wear. It sounded weird enough but
harmless enough. There had to be more to it than this I thought.
I got undressed and put the collar on and crawled out into the
loungeroom trying to meow like a pussycat the best I could. At first the
hardest part was not laughing.
But the longer I crawled around naked on the floor while this man
watched me pretending I was his little pet pussy the more I got into it.
The little bell on my collar tinkled as I crawled around the room and
rubbed up against the furniture and the judges legs. He got up and
walked out of the room for a minute and put something on the floor
a few feet in front of his chair, and then sat down again. There WAS
more to it than what was written in the note.
I curled up on the floor at his feet. Trying not to think about what he was
going to make me do and what other surprises he had in store for me.
But I couldn't stop thinking about it. And strange and perhaps sick as it
was, thinking about it made me wet.
The note said I had to lick his feet and I'd noticed when I crawled out into
the loungeroom that he'd already taken his shoes and socks off.
His feet smelt clean and his toenails were neatly trimmed. At least he'd
given me some consideration in all this. But I didn't find it funny anymore
as I started licking his feet.
He lent down and patted my head as I ran my tongue over the souls
of his feet. The little bell on my collar tinkling softly as my head bobbed
up and down.
" That's a good pussy." He said as I heard him undo his zipper.
He jerked off while I licked his feet and sucked on his toes. He lent over
and patted me on the arse a few times. His fingers occasionally sliding
into my crack and brushing lightly over my arse hole.
" You should use your litter tray before you have an accident little pussy."
I looked over at the large plastic tray filled with shredded newspaper.
I hesitated for an instant, but just an instant. I was learning to be
obedient, I was getting better at it. A good slave does what she's told
when she's told, the Mistress had taught me, and I was determined to
be a good slave.
The little bell on my collar tinkled loudly as I crawled over to the plastic
tray and positioned myself with my arse facing the judge. I was on all
fours and spread my back legs as wide apart as I could.
There was a mirror on the wall in front of me and I watched the judge
jerk himself off slowly as he watched and listened to me urinate on the
shredded newspaper.
When I was finished I wiggled my arse a few times to shake myself clean
and crawled back over to the judge. He patted me on the head and ran
his fingers through my hair. " That's a good little pussy."
The thought of him making me do it had aroused me, but actually
doing it while he watched aroused me even more. My pussy was soaked
and my nipples were so hard they throbbed.
I curled up at his feet and started licking them again. I licked them
with enthusiasm and passion this time. I wanted to lick his feet for him
this time.
He made a lot of noise when he came. I thought I better keep licking
his feet until he told me to stop.
" Here, this is for you pussy." He said as he lent over and put a saucer
on the floor beside his feet. He'd collected his cum in the saucer.
" Lick up your special treat pussy." His voice was deep and almost
tender." That's a good pussy." He said as I started licking his cum from
the saucer. My little bell jingled loudly as I hungrily lapped up his cum
from the saucer. I wanted to reach between my legs and play with myself
but I was doing this for his pleasure not mine. That was another thing
the Mistress had taught me.
He watched me lick the saucer clean and then stood up and left the
room. " You may go now young lady." Was all he said to me.
I got dressed in the kitchen and had a glass of water to wash his cum
down with and left the apartment. Lexy was waiting for me in the hall
again.
Lexy never said anything this time as we rode down in the elevator and
walked through the foyer and across the road to a motel on the corner.
There was only one person on the reception desk. A guy in his early
20s who wasn't bad looking at all.
" Is this her Lexy ?" He said looking at me as we walked in.
" Yeah, this is my little bitch."
" She's alright." He said sounding a bit surprised. " Come around here
and give me a look at you Lynne."
He ran his hands up my arm and over my tits and stomach. He stared
into my eyes as he reached down and lifted the hem of my dress.
" Woh !" Was all he said when he looked down at my bald pussy." Ok
Lexy. It's a deal." He added, still staring at my shaved pussy.
" And this makes us even right ?"
" Yeah, this will take care of everything Lexy..."
He told me to get on the floor under the counter and suck him off.
There wasn't a lot of room under the counter and I hit my head as
I reached up to undo the zipper on his trousers. He was already hard
when I took his cock out of his pants and wrapped my mouth around it.
He let out a long low groan as he felt my tongue dancing over his cock.
As I reached up to undo his belt I thought about how casually I had
done what he told me to.
" Get under the counter and suck me off." That's all he said, a man I'd
never met before, and I just did it. I did it without even thinking about it.
Had I always been a submissive little slut ? If not why had I so quickly
become one.
My thoughts were interrupted by the Ping of the elevator. I kept sucking
on his cock as I heard footsteps approach the other side of the counter.
The man whose cock I had in my mouth moved closer to the counter
so the person on the other side couldn't see me, or what I was doing.
" Can I help you ?" He said in a surprisingly controlled voice.
" Just dropping in our breakfast order thanks." A woman with an English
accent said.
" Thank you Madam. That will be fine." He said, a little less controlled
this time.
I heard her walk back over to the lift, then the lift doors opening. He let
out a long low moan as soon as the lift doors closed.
" Lick it Lynne." He said looking down at me on the floor under the
counter as he reached for the telephone to his left. I did as he said
and took his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue over it's length
and licked the head.
" Hello sweetheart how are you ?" He said into the phone. " I know it's
getting late but I just rang to say I miss you and I love you."
He had a wedding ring on so I assumed it was his wife he was talking to
while I sucked him off.
He kept chatting away to his wife as I licked and sucked on his cock. He
told her how much he missed her and how he couldn't wait to get home
to her just before he came in my mouth.
He covered the mouth piece with his hand but he didn't make a sound
as he shot his hot cum in my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed
it hungrily without even thinking. It was just what I did now.
I licked his cock clean as it grew soft and he told his wife again how
much he loved her and how much he missed her.
" That was great Lynne." He said as he pulled his soft cock out of my
mouth and put it back in his pants.
" Do you want me to get out now ?" I asked.
" Yeah. He said half heartedly. He wasn't particularly interested in what
I did now he'd got what he wanted. But that was ok. It was his pleasure
that mattered.
I crawled out from under the counter and walked around to the foyer
where Lexy was sitting smoking a cigarette.
" Thanks Lexy." The man said. " We're square now."
Lexy led the way back out into The Cross and up Roslyn St. I'd almost
forgotten about David and the photo's until I saw the shop with the
"Adult Toys & Novelties" sign. There was a display in the window
advertising screensavers including a computer monitor with some of the
tamer pictures David had taken of me appearing on the screen.
" You're going to be famous." Lexy said mockingly. " A celebrity slut !"
Whores whore, celebrity slut. What other names were people using when
they talked about me I wondered ?
Lexy took me into the ladies toilets in a bar on Victoria St so I could
clean myself up, touch up my make up and brush my hair.
" You better rinse your mouth out too." She said sarcastically as she
handed me a little plastic bottle of Listerine from her handbag.
" Your breath smells of cum...."
I fixed myself up including the mouth wash but Lexy wasn't happy. She
made me brush my hair again and put on more make up.
" That'll have to do." She said eventually. "That's probably about as good
as you look."
She hailed a cab in Victoria St which took us down to Lindsay Avenue in
a very expensive part of Darling Point. The cab stopped in front of a very
impressive looking house. The porch light was on and I saw the curtains
move. Someone had been looking out waiting for us.
An attractive man in his late 20s opened the door before Lexy rang the
door bell. " Your late." He said in an annoyed tone. " Quick, come in."
He looked up and down the street nervously a few times before closing
the door. " So you're Lynne." He said as his eyes roamed over my body.
" Come in here so I can get a better look at you." He grabbed my arm
and almost dragged me into an expensively furnished lounge room
which was littered with children's toys.
He stood me in the middle of the well lit room and ran a finger down
my arm as he moved around me, assessing me.
I'd been checking him out too. He was quite good looking, about 5'10
short dark hair. Nothing special but certainly fuckable. He just looked
like a very normal guy. Black denim jeans, Nike's and a chequered long
sleeved shirt.
He had a wedding ring on and there were pictures of him and a woman
and 3 kids scattered around the room. The house and furniture was
expensive, but it had a real " Family" feel to it.
Wife, kids there was probably a dog and a cat in the backyard with
a swing set and a trampoline, and a pool of course.
" She's not quite what you made her out to be on the phone Lexy." He
said sounding a little disappointed with what he saw when he looked
at me.
" Don't try and screw me on the deal now I've got her here Paul."
He lifted the front of my dress and smiled when he saw my shaved
pussy. " She's not all you made her out to be, but she'll do."
" Is she any good Paul ?" A woman's voice said nervously from some
where down the hall.
" We've had a lot better Rachael but she'll do for a once off." Paul
replied still holding my dress up and staring at my shaved pussy. " But
she's not worth what you're asking for Lexy."
" You fucking arse hole Paul we had a deal....."
" Yeah and the deal was based on your description of her. She's nowhere
near as good as you made out on the phone and she's a lot older than
you implied too."
I just had to stand there with this man holding up my dress as he argued
with Lexy about how much I was worth.
" How old are you Lynne ?" He said moving his eyes from my pussy to
my face. " 35 ? 36 ?"
" No. I'm 32." I said as politely as I could.
Lexy had been swearing and waving her arms about but Paul remained
very calm.
" I come all the fucking way down here and now you try and screw me
on the price !"
Paul let go of my dress and took an envelope out of his top pocket.
" Half of the price you said on the phone Lexy. Take it or leave it. That's
still more than this slut is worth and you know it. "
Paul held the envelope up to Lexy. I could see the outline of some fifty
dollar bills through the envelope but I had no idea how much was in
there. I wanted to know how much he was prepared to pay for me but
knew I never would.
Lexy stared at the envelope only inches from her face. I could see how
pissed off she was but I knew she'd take it. Whatever half was, it
was better than walking out with nothing.
" I never made her out to be any better than she is. She's just another
fucking whore for Christ sake does it really matter." Lexy snapped at him
as she grabbed the envelope.
" Wait outside on the back porch Lexy." Paul said as he motioned for
her to follow him out the back. " You just wait there and don't fucking
move." He said pointing his finger at me.
" Why the fuck....."
" Because we don't trust you in the house when we're not around."
Lexy swore some more as she followed Paul out the back. When he
returned Paul told me to follow him. We walked up the hall that the
womans voice had come from and went into a large bedroom.
There was an ensuit bathroom ahead of me as I walked in. I could see a
woman moving around in there through the slight gap where the sliding
door hadn't been closed all the way.
There was a huge King Size bed with a white doona against one wall
and a video camera on a Tri-pod in the corner.
" Put this on." Paul said throwing a soft silk and lace night gown at me.
" Did you check the kids Paul ?" The woman said from the bathroom.
" Yeah Rachael, they're all asleep and I shut their doors and the hall
door." David replied as he walked over and locked the bedroom door.
" Come on Bitch !" He yelled at me. " Put the fucking nighty on like you
were told! Don't fuck me around !"
He startled me the way he shouted at me. It wasn't just what he said
or how loud he said it, it was the way he said it.
" I'm sorry..." I mumbled. The way he looked at me frightened me.
He glared at me as I reached behind and pulled my zipper down and
slid out of my dress. His expression softened a little as I stood there
naked except for my bra. He was smiling when I took my bra off and my
tits spilled out in front of me.
The nighty was a deep rich red colour. Very sheer, very sexy and very
short. It felt good against my skin.
Paul stood in front of me and moved the little straps of the nighty on my
shoulders and brushed my hair a few times with his hands. He had a very
gentle almost tender touch.
I liked the feel of his hands on my skin. I liked it when he stood close to
me, our bodies gently brushing against each others. I wanted to touch
him, to stroke his cheek and kiss him gently on the lips.
Our eyes met and mine told him what I was thinking, how I was feeling.
" There, that'll have to do." He stood back and looked at me as if he
wasn't totally satisfied with what he'd paid for and then walked around
to the other side of the bed where the video camera was.
I felt a twinge of embarrassment after he said it .He wasn't interested in
soft kisses and tender caresses. Not with me anyway. I was just some
whore he'd paid for.
" You're absolutely beautiful." Paul said.
My head spun to look at him. I couldn't remember the last time some
one said something like that to me. But Paul wasn't looking at me. He
was looking at his wife, standing in the doorway to the bathroom wearing
a short red nighty exactly the same as the one I was wearing.
Rachael did look absolutely beautiful. She was slim with shoulder length
curly blonde hair that fell over the soft pale skin of her shoulders. She
was probably in her mid 20s and her large breasts sagged a little
from having already had 3 children. Her nipples were stiff and poked
against the thin material of her nighty.
Having children hadn't had any affect on her legs though. Rachael had
long slim legs that would attract attention anywhere she went.
" What do you think sweetheart ?" Her husband asked.
Rachael's pale green eyes danced nervously over my body as mine did
over hers. She looked so pretty, so innocent almost. She was a lady with
class and style. The kind of lady I used to think I wanted to be.
" Show me that shaved cunt of yours slut !" She said in a soft but
stinging voice.
I liked what I saw when I looked at her, and I'd smiled at her hoping
she liked what she saw when she looked at me. But I hadn't expected
her to say anything like that. She caught me off guard and I just stood
there staring at her.
" Do as you're fucking told bitch !" Her husband yelled at me.
" I'm sorry..." I stammered as I lifted the front of my nighty to show
Rachael what she wanted to see.
" Well honey? What do think of our little whore ?"
" She's pretty ordinary. We've had much more attractive whores than
her" Rachael said in an almost spiteful tone as she moved towards me.
" Do you think you're pretty little whore ?" She asked me sarcastically
as she stood close to me.
" No Miss. I don't think I'm pretty." I said softly, still holding up the front
of my nighty for her.
" Neither do I." Rachael added with an evil smirk on her innocent face.
" But you've got a big wet cunt ! Haven't you Lynne ?"
" Yes Miss. I've got a big wet cunt."
" How many people have you fucked tonight Lynne? How many cocks
have you had in that whore mouth of yours ?"
" I don't know Miss, I'd have to think about it...." It was a stupid thing
to say and they both laughed at me and made snide remarks about
how hard it must be for a cheap whore like me to keep track of how
many people had fucked her in one night. But I really didn't know off
the top of my head exactly how many people I'd fucked and how many
men I'd sucked off that night.
" I'm just a whore Miss." I said defiantly interrupting they're laughter and
I stood there still holding my nighty up to show her my shaved pussy.
" Yes. We know that bitch! And for now you're our little whore." Paul
said with an arrogant look on his face.
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