LYNNE: CHAPTER 16. NOT A GAME ANYMORE. Part 1.
" Can I come inside please Miss ?"
" No ! Go around the back, I'll have to hose you off before you can
come in."
" Yes Miss." I answered politely as I staggered down the steps and
headed for the Laneway behind the Mistress's house, my mind filled
with images of what I'd done that night.
People talk about the seedy side of Sydney or the dark side of society.
I never really knew just what they meant until that night. It was like
I'd had a glimpse of another world.
Maybe that's why The Mistress gave me to Lexy for the night. I didn't feel
that I was as weird or as strange as I had before. Not after what I saw
and experienced when I spent a night in the shadows with Lexy.
It wasn't quite 3 weeks since that night at the party in the garage and
yet so much had happened. Just as was the case in the 14 hours Lexy
had me for. Now that the night with Lexy was suddenly over I was equally
as suddenly exhausted.
I had to shield my eyes from the bright winter sun as I staggered around
the corner and up the narrow Laneway behind the row of big expensive
old Townhouses. I wasn't sure which house was the Mistress's. But then I
thought about how large her house was, hallways and rooms everywhere.
The dungeon they'd locked me in was obviously in a remodelled
basement or cellar, but as I looked down the alley at the row of attached
houses I wondered how many belonged to The Mistress.
The houses were late 19th Century, 5 levels high including what looked
like attics. The houses along the entire block were all joined together,
each house shared a "common wall" with the next. I wondered how many
of the houses were linked together with hallways to make The Mistress's
house.
" In here !" A voice growled at me from behind a high corrugated iron
gate that had been partially opened. The voice belonged to one of the
ugly scruffy looking men that Lexy and I had sucked off for the Mistress
the night before. "The Night Before..Was it really only last night that we
got on our knees and sucked the men off while the Mistress watched?"
It seemed a week ago.
" In here you stupid fucking bitch !" He yelled at me again. I'd been
lost in my thoughts but the tone of his voice and the look on his face
snapped me out of my daydream.
" I'm sorry." I said meekly as I squeezed past him. He stunk of beer and
sweat and cigarettes.
He gabbed my arm and dragged me across a small paved courtyard. A
large arched Oak door swung open and he passed me to the other man
from the previous night who grabbed my arm and pulled me into a large
and bare room. There was nothing in the room at all. Not one piece of
furniture. Just a bare concrete floor and Sandstone block walls, and
some floodlights throwing bright white light down from the timber
ceiling.
Another large arched Oak door on the other side of the room swung open
and Kelly walked in and held it open for The Blonde Woman, my
Mistress.
She is a stunningly attractive woman. That was the first thing I'd
noticed about her at the party a few weeks ago when this all started.
And every time I'd seen her since she looked just as magnificent
as she had that first night.
This time she was dressed in a short black leather skirt and a tight
long sleeved black woollen sweater that hugged her body. Her soft
blonde hair fell down over her shoulders and a few inches down her
back.
She never seemed to wear much if any make up. She didn't need to. Her
skin was naturally soft and smooth. Her deep blue eyes and rich pink
lips were inviting enough without mascara or eye shadow or lip
gloss like most women need.
" Get on your knees slut !" The man holding me said angrily as he pushed
me onto the floor. I landed heavily on the cold hard concrete. My hands
slapping loudly on the floor as I tried to cushion my fall. I grunted loudly
from the pain and shock of my unexpected impact with the floor.
" Where are your shoes Lynne ?" The Mistress asked as she walked
towards me. I looked up at her, in awe of her.
" Get up on your fucking knees you slut!" The man yelled at me
impatiently.
" Thank you Trevor." The Mistress said as he grabbed my hair and pulled
me to my knees.
The rough concrete rubbed hard against my skin as I knelt in front of
her. She stopped a few feet in front of me and my eyes followed the
inviting trail from her black high heeled shoes up the sheer silk stockings
that hugged her long slim legs, up to the top of her thighs and over her
skirt and top to her face and eyes.
I don't know whether it was because I was so tired or whether my mind
was just lost in the beauty of the woman who stood over me but I didn't
answer her. I just knelt in front of her, looking up at her, admiring
everything about her.
" Where are your shoes Lynne ?" She asked again in a voice that
snapped me out of the trance her presence had put me in.
" I'm sorry Mistress." I answered nervously stalling for time while I
tried to compose myself and tried to remember what had happened to
my shoes.
After a few agonising seconds of silence I told her about the old woman
who wanted my shoes. She asked me a few questions about what I'd
done for Lexy the night before and then she asked me what all the stains
on my dress were.
" Cum and urine Mistress."
She enjoyed listening to me tell her what had happened to me with the 5
young boys.
".......and after he came in my mouth he made me lie on the ground
again and stood over me and pissed on me. Mainly on my stomach and
chest but on my face and in my hair as well."
" I need a piss." I heard Trevor say behind me. I didn't want to look
at him so I just looked up at my Mistress trying to ignore him and hoping
she wouldn't let him do it.
" I need a piss too." Kelly said wearing a lecherous smile.
The Mistress enjoyed letting their words hang in the air. She enjoyed
watching me beg her with my eyes not to let them do it to me. But the
look in her eyes told me she was going to let them.
" Hose her off, sterilise her and then put her in a cage." I'm sure my body
slumped in relief when I heard her say it.
Kelly opened the door for her and she left without looking at me again.
" Take your filthy dress off bitch !" Trevor snapped at me as he opened
the metal doors to a large cabinet recessed into the wall. He rolled out
a thick black rubber fire hose as I reached behind myself and undid the
zipper on my dress.
They made me go outside naked and put my soiled dress in a large
garbage bin at the back near the fence. Neither of them wanted to touch
my dress.
Then they made me stand in the middle of the room and Trevor pointed
the nozzle of the Firehose at me. Trevor and Kelly exchanged smiles just
before he pulled a lever which sent a jet of cold water from the fire hose
which hit me like a punch in the stomach.
The force of the water hurt but the icy coldness of the water hurt even
more. I screamed and squealed and jumped around and begged him
to stop. But the more I did all of that the more they enjoyed doing it to
me.
Suddenly the water was hitting me with a lot less pressure. Trevor told
me too open my legs so he could hose off my dirty little cunt. Then Kelly
told me turn around, bend over and pull the cheeks of my arse apart and
Trevor hosed off my arse and between the cheeks of my arse.
I was cold and sore and humiliated by the time they were finished hosing
me off. Trevor turned the hose off and threw it at Kelly and told her to
hose the room out and told me to follow him.
He led the way through the door and down a long hallway. I was naked
and shivering as I followed him.
Another woman I hadn't seen before passed us in the hallway. She was
dressed in one of the red slave girl outfits that Kelly had worn before.
She bowed her head and said " I'm sorry Sir." as Trevor pushed past
her, and she laughed quietly to herself when she saw me.
Trevor led me into a room that was almost as bare and cold looking as
the room they hosed me off in. There was a bath in one corner a toilet in
the other and a shower head on the wall opposite a small hand basin.
The hot water stung my cold skin at first but it felt good. Trevor made
me soap myself up with industrial hand cleaner and scrub myself over
and over.
" We have to sterilise you after what you got up to last night you dirty
little whore." He said smugly as he watched me wash away the remnants
left on and in my body from the night before.
After washing myself a dozen times in the shower Trevor made me lie on
the cold floor while he gave me an enema. He was not at all gentle when
he inserted the tube inside me. I hated him giving me the enema, if I had
to have one I wished Kelly could have given it to me. But as much as I
hated the look on Trevor's face as he gave me the enema,I hated the
look he gave me as he watched me sit on the toilet even more.
" A slave has no dignity Lynne." The Mistress had told me.
He made me douche myself three times, then I had to get back in the
shower again. It felt like they really were "Sterilising"me.
I had to gargle with a strong antiseptic tasting mouth wash a few times
and then clean my teeth four or five times and then gargle again with a
peppermint flavoured mouth wash and then clean my teeth again.
Trevor gave me some shaving cream and a razor to shave my pussy with.
I didn't really need to shave myself down there again just yet, I think he
just wanted to watch me do it. After I'd shaved myself he gave me a
cream to rub into the soft skin of my pussy. He said it stopped the skin
from chafing, it probably did, but he seemed to enjoy watching me rub
the cream into my pussy and the skin around my pussy, but not as much
as I enjoyed rubbing myself.
Trevor ran a beautifully scented bath for me and gave me a soft pink
sponge to wash myself with. It felt so good lying in the hot water, the
steam rising around my body.
Kelly came into the bathroom as I was drying myself with a big fluffy
white towel and said. " You're bodies clean now Lynne, but you're still a
dirty little slut."
" I know I am Miss." I answered casually. " And so are you." I said to
myself.
" Do you want me to take care of the little bitch now Sir ?" She asked
Trevor politely.
" Yeah, I've seen enough of this bitch." He said casually as he looked
me up and down. " Do you think she's attractive Kelly ?"
" No I don't Sir." Kelly answered quickly.
" No. Neither do I. There's plenty of really hot young sluts around, why
are we wasting our time with 30 year old whores like this fucking bitch."
Kelly sprayed me with a beautifully scented perfume and applied layers
of makeup to my face. Foundation,powder, blush, red lip gloss, mascara.
I couldn't stop thinking about what Trevor had said. I was only 32 but I
felt like an old whore as I looked at Kelly. She was so young and sexy and
pretty without all the makeup they seemed to feel I needed. I felt like an
old whore and I hated the way it felt.
Kelly brushed my hair and gave me one of the little white slave girl outfits
to put on. I wrapped the short white jagged bottomed skirt around my
waist and tied it in a knot near my left hip. Kelly wrapped the sheer
white silk scarf around the back of my neck crossed it over my chest
cupped my breasts in the material and tied the it in a knot behind my
back. Then she tied a black leather collar with gold studs around my
neck and clipped a leash to it and led me back out into the hall.
The collar cut into my neck each time Kelly pulled on my leash as she
walked me through a maze of hallways and down some stairs. I thought
she was taking me to the Dungeon but when she opened the door and
pulled me into the room by my leash my chin dropped in amazement as
I looked around me.
The light in the room was that yellow Sodium light. But it wasn't the
strange yellow light that had me looking around in astonishment, it was
the rows of " Prison Cells".
Kelly could see the expression on my face." This isn't a game anymore
Lynne." She said looking at me with more affection than she had shown
me since I betrayed her. " If you go ahead with this you have to realise
that this is very real. What we do here is very real. We don't pretend to
be slaves we don't play games where we imagine we're slaves. We ARE
slaves Lynne. Completely and utterly submissive to the Mistress. We
belong to her in every way, she owns us just as she owns her dog. And
she does whatever she wants with us.........That includes keeping us in
cages ."
Kelly went silent, her lecture was over. I looked around the room. There
were five " Cages " on each side of a narrow walkway. The floor was bare
concrete and the walls were large concrete blocks. The cages were about
5' x 5' with bars at the front and between them. Each cage had a small
bunk,a toilet and a hand basin in it. There were no windows anywhere. I
was sure the Cage room was below ground.
The low roof was the same cold grey concrete as the floor with a small
vent and a large steel hook in each of the Cages.
I could feel the walls closing in on me as Kelly led me slowly down
between the rows of cages. The walkway and the cages glowed eerily
from the soft yellow light that spilled down from cast iron bulkheads on
the roof. And the faint sound of water dripping somewhere echoed
around the concrete cavity where the slaves were kept.
Kelly was right, it was all very real.
There was someone lying on the bunk in one of the cages to my right, but
they had a blanket pulled up over themselves so I couldn't see them
clearly, and they never moved or said anything.
"This is where we spend our time when the Mistress has no use for us."
Kelly said as she moved down the walkway between the cages. She
stopped at the end of the walkway and leant against the concrete block
wall. I followed along sheepishly behind her. I hadn't expected this. I
don't really know what I expected but not this.
" Are you still sure this is what you want Lynne ?"
I wasn't sure, I needed time to think but there was none, as there never
was when I was faced with deciding whether this lifestyle was what I
really wanted. The door swung open and Trevor stormed into the room
with a bundle of keys in his hand that rattled loudly as he moved.
"Get your fucking slut arse upstairs Kelly the Mistress wants you."
" Yes Sir." Kelly said quickly and politely and almost jogged out of the
room. She obviously knew not to keep the Mistress waiting.
" Kelly..." I called after her. She stopped and turned around with an
anxious expression on her face.
" What Lynne ?"
" Which is your cage ?"
" That one." She said pointing to the last one on the left. " It's opposite
yours." She did run from the room now that I'd held her up.
Suddenly Trevor grabbed my arm and dragged me to what would be my
cage. The big steel bar door squeaked slightly when Trevor opened it and
pushed me in.
I watched him close the door to my cage, I listened to him lock it and
then to his footsteps as he walked down the walkway and out of the
room where the cages were. And then there was silence. The cage
opposite me, Kelly's cage was about 4 feet away, and I could see the
woman lying on the bed through the bars between her cage and mine.
" Have they gone ?" The woman whispered from under her blanket.
" Yes." I answered warily. The blanket was suddenly thrown back and a
beautiful young blonde woman dressed in a Red Slave Girl outfit walked
towards me.
" So you're Lynne." She said running her eyes over me as she spoke.
" Um....Yes..." I wasn't quite sure what to say. She was a stunningly
attractive woman. Very early twenties, about 5'6'' , with long blonde hair
that fell down behind her to the top of her little round arse. She was a
natural blonde, I couldn't help noticing when she got up from the bunk.
But it did make me wonder why she wasn't shaved.
" I'm Cherie." She said in a soft sensuous voice as she approached the
bars that separated us.
Everything about her was perfect. Long slim legs, large firm breasts, soft
flawless skin and her eyes were the most exquisite pale blue colour I'd
ever seen. Her beauty wasn't just ornamental though. She had an
incredibly sensuous and seductive aura about her too.
" You've got beautiful eyes Cherie." I said to myself as she wrapped her
soft delicate hands around the bars. I wanted to wrap my hands around
hers. Suddenly I found myself thinking about what Trevor had said.
" There's plenty of really hot young sluts around, why are we wasting our
time with 30 year old whores like this fucking bitch ? "
I know I'm an attractive woman but I also know that there's nothing
exceptional about me like there is with Cherie or Kelly. If I was the
Mistress and I had women like Kelly and Cherie to play with I wouldn't be
remotely interested in a woman like me . There was just no comparison.
" You had a big night with Lexy I hear." Cherie said in that delicious voice
of hers. " Yes...I did." I said wondering how much she knew about me.
Cherie sensed my unease. " Don't worry Lynne." She said in a way that
made my knees go weak. " Word gets around about what's happening
with everybody."
" How many slaves does the Mistress have ?" I asked. " There's eight of
us that I know of. Kelly, Desley, Rebecca, Kim, Colleen, Monica, Kirsty
and me."
" EIGHT !" I said stunned at the thought. " But.......... isn't Rebecca a
Mistress ?"
" She's just a slave like the rest of us. She's just allowed to play Mistress
sometimes. She's very good with a whip." Cherie had a cute little smile
on her face. I couldn't help but smile back.
" Eight !" I said again still amazed at the thought.
" There's always room for one more. That's one of the reasons Kelly
hates you so much. Her and Desley have become little more than
chambermaids lately. They spend most of their time just doing
housework and things like that. The Mistress hasn't really played with
Kelly for a while and she's worried. Desley's in her early 40s . She knows
she's past her best but she's accepted it. She only has a short time left
here and she knows it, there's nothing she can do about it."
" What about you, how did you...."
" How did I end up here?" She smiled again. " I was sexually active from
a very young age, with both men and women. But the harder I tried to
find ' satisfaction ' the more frustrated I became. I was doing some
modelling work, mainly lingerie and swimsuit stuff, and I met the
Mistress at a private function for new designers at the Hilton.
I was modelling a really skimpy little bra and panties set and I saw her
face in the crowd. I'd never noticed anybody the way I noticed her. There
was just something about her, the way she looked at me, it was as if she
was the only one in the room and I was modelling just for her.
I'd modelled underwear and lingerie in front of 100s of men and women
before but it was the first time it made me wet. When I got back to the
dressing room the front of the panties I was modelling had a big wet
patch on them. You should have seen the looks I got backstage in the
dressing room.
Anyway I hung around her at the drinks party afterwards but she ignored
me, which just made me want her even more. Before I knew it I was
working as a whore for her and doing all sorts of things that I'd never
imagined doing. But I'd finally found what I wanted, what had been
missing from my life. Eventually she took me as her slave and I've been
here about 6 months now......And No.....I don't know her name."
" Do you spend much time in here?" I asked looking around her cage.
" No. We just sleep here mainly. But if we do something to displease the
Mistress or one of her friends she might lock us up in our cages for days.
Sometimes she does so anyway just to amuse herself. But it's like Kelly
told you Lynne. It's not a game. It's very very real....."
Cherie went suddenly quiet as the door to the cage room opened. Kelly
held the door open for the Mistress who walked slowly and elegantly
down the walkway towards us.
Cherie moved over to the bars at the front of her cage and dropped to
her knees with her head bowed. I quickly copied her actions.
" You did very well last night." I heard the Mistress say as I stared at the
concrete floor in front of my cage.
" Thank you Mistress." Cherie said excitedly.
" A number of my guests commented favourably on the entertainment
you provided last night Cherie. But Kelly tells me she saw you have an
orgasm whilst entertaining some of my guests."
" No Mistress I didn't." Cherie's voice was a mixture of disbelief and
panic. " I didn't Mistress. You told me not to and I didn't. I promise you
Mistress I obeyed you in every way...."
" Perhaps Kelly was mistaken Cherie."
" Yes Mistress she is. I obeyed you Mistress I always do and always will
you know that...."
There was a tense silence for what seemed a long time. I saw Kelly out of
the corner of my eye. She was enjoying watching Cherie squirm.
" I believe you Cherie." The Mistress said calmly and Kelly shot Cherie a
hateful glare. " Have you masturbated since you were brought down here
this morning ?"
" No Mistress." Cherie said in what seemed genuine surprise that the
Mistress would even think she had. " You told me you might let me
masturbate today or tomorrow and I've waited for your permission."
" Do you want to masturbate Cherie. Do you want to rub that wet pussy
of yours and make yourself cum ?"
" What I want doesn't matter Mistress. I need to cum but I would never
masturbate without your permission."
" You have my permission Cherie. You may have one orgasm and then
you will sleep. You might have a big night ahead of you."
" Thank you Mistress thank you..."
The Mistress wasn't listening to Cherie's pathetic expressions of
gratitude. She'd turned to face Kelly who looked suddenly pale and
nervous. " Wait for me in the dungeon Kelly."
" Yes Mistress." Kelly said in a shaky voice as she scurried away.
The Mistress turned back to face Cherie and reached through the bars
and gently stroked her soft blonde hair. " You're a very beautiful woman
Cherie. But you are not as beautiful as you think you are. You over
estimate yourself.
And raw beauty in itself is not enough to maintain my interest in you or
any other slave. If you want to be more than just a temporary decoration
around here you better learn that lesson."
" I'm sorry that I've done things in the past to make you doubt me
Mistress." Cherie said. Her eyes alive with passion. " But I'll be whatever
it is you want me to be. I'll do whatever you want me to do....."
" Good !" The Mistress said abruptly. " For now I want you to be a good
little slut and get yourself off and go to sleep. I might have plans for you
tonight."
" Thank you Mistress. I'll be a good little slut....."
Cherie and I stayed on our knees as we watched the Mistress walk away.
We both savoured every moment of the view we had of her.
As I enjoyed the last glimpse I had of The Mistress before the door closed
behind her I realised that no one had even acknowledged I was there.
The whole time the Mistress and Kelly and Cherie had been talking no
one had even looked at me. It WAS as if I wasn't there.
" Cherie..." I said softly as I got up off my knees and moved towards the
bars that separated our cages. But Cherie didn't answer. She just put her
finger to her lips gesturing for me to be quiet and layed down on her
bunk.
I layed down on my bunk for the first time and rolled onto my side and
watched Cherie through the bars that separated us. She was lying on her
back with her eyes closed, her hands caressing her stomach and working
their way down her body. Cherie had permission to masturbate and she
wasn't going to waste any time in doing so.
What had they done to her last night I wondered as I watched her hands
roaming over her body. And how long had she been made to wait for
some pleasure of her own? From the gentle moaning sounds she was
making already she had been made to wait too long.
I watched her slide her hands under her little slave girl skirt and bury
her fingers into the wet mound of blonde hair between her legs. Three
fingers slid easily inside her and she was soon writhing on the bed and
moaning loudly.
Cherie reached down with her other hand and pulled her lips apart and
started cumming loudly as soon as she rubbed her swollen clit. Her body
bucked wildly and her head thrashed from side to side from the pleasure
her fingers gave her. She was very loud when she came, groaning and
grunting wildly with each spasm of ecstasy that she'd waited so long for
and needed so desperately.
Gradually the noises from Cherie's cage became softer and less frantic.
The wild groaning and grunting sounds gave way to quieter moaning
noises which slowly faded into soft whimpering sounds and then there
was silence.
Cherie's fingers glistened with her juices her breathing still heavy from
the exertion her body had been through. I drifted off to sleep watching
Cherie drift off to sleep.
I was exhausted from the night I'd spent with Lexy and I don't know how
long I slept for. But I awoke suddenly in fright. Someone was standing
over me yelling at me, a man.....a man I hadn't seen before.
I was still only half awake when he pulled me off my bunk onto the floor.
" Come here you stupid slut !" He yelled at me as he fumbled for the
buckle on the collar around my neck.
I was wide wake after hitting the cold concrete floor. He clipped a metal
leash to my collar and pulled me to my feet and dragged me out of my
cage and down the hall.
" You got stuck with her Simon." Trevor said looking at me and laughing
as he walked towards us in the hallway.
" Yeah it's the first time I've seen her, pretty ordinary."
" That's what everybody says." Trevor said as he passed us.
Simon led me into a bathroom and told me to fix myself up because I
had to go upstairs. I washed my face with some cool water, reapplied my
makeup and perfume and brushed my hair.
I snuck a few glances at Simon while I brushed my hair. He was quite
good looking, young ,early 20s probably with short bleached hair and a
silver stud in his left ear. He looked good in his white silk shirt and black
trousers as he stood there holding my leash.
" Come on Bitch !"
I looked up and saw Trevor standing in the doorway. He was holding a
silver metal leash attached to the collar around the neck of a very
attractive woman. She was dressed in one of the red Slave Girl outfits .
She was young and slim with long blonde hair. I thought it was Cherie at
first glance but it wasn't.
" You've got too much fucking make up on as usual Monica !" Simon
yelled at the woman on the end of the leash.
" You wouldn't be complaining if you'd seen the slut without all that
makeup on." Trevor said and the two men laughed the way men do.
" They want them upstairs Now Simon." Trevor said as he pulled on the
woman's lead and they disappeared down the hall.
"Excuse me Sir." I said anxiously, not exactly sure what to say.
" What !" Simon barked at me in a frustrated almost angry voice.
" I.....I.....need to use the toilet Sir."
A smug look slowly spread across his face. " We wouldn't want you
wetting yourself in front of everybody like you did last time. Would we
Lynne ?"
" No Sir."
" We wouldn't want to have to put newspaper on the floor for fear you
were going to piss yourself in front of everybody again would we Lynne?"
" No Sir." My eyes darted nervously around the room looking anywhere
but at him.
He pulled my lead hard and the collar cut into my neck and I yelped
loudly. " Look at me when I'm talking to you slut ! "
" I'm sorry Sir." I looked into his eyes and saw how much he was enjoying
himself.
" Now. We don't want you pissing yourself in front of everybody again.
Do we Lynne ? "
" No Sir. You don't want me pissing myself in front of everybody again."
" Or do we ?" He said with an almost depraved smile on his face. I
wanted to look away but I knew I couldn't. I just had to stand there and
look at him. "They wouldn't do that to me again." I tried to tell myself.
But I couldn't read his face. I wasn't sure.
" OK Lynne. But hurry up !" He said with that look still on his face.
" Thank you Sir." I said meekly as I turned and walked towards the toilet.
But Simon stood still and my collar grabbed me around my throat when I
reached the end of the leash.
Simon laughed at me and then walked me over to the toilet. I lifted my
skirt and sat down. He watched me and listened to me the whole time. I
didn't want to look at him but I knew I had to.
When I was finished I took some sheets of paper from the dispenser and
wiped myself then stood up and flushed the toilet and straightened my
little slave girl skirt.
" Clean yourself properly you dirty little slut !" He yelled at me as he
dragged me over to the sink and wet a hand towel with hot water.
" Lift your skirt up and open your legs.!" I moved my feet apart and lifted
up the front of my skirt. I gasped loudly as he grabbed me between the
legs with the hot towel and I gasped again as he rubbed the soft skin of
my crotch hard with the towel. When he'd finished srcubbing me
between the legs he threw the towel into a small white bin beside the
sink.
" No one will want to use that again now will they Lynne ?"
" No Sir." I answered meekly as he threw me another towel to dry myself
with. It too ended up in the bin beside the sink.
" You can put your skirt down now Lynne. I've seen enough." I lowered
my skirt as he pulled on my leash and led me back out into the hallway.
He took me up a couple of flights of stairs and through a door which
opened into the sitting room where Lexy and I had entertained the
Mistress.
She was sitting on the couch with a woman I hadn't seen before. They
were drinking coffee like old friends. Monica and Cherie were standing in
front of them holding their little slave girl skirts up in the air to show what
they had to offer.
" All of them are shaved except for Cherie." The Mistress said as Simon
led me into the room and stood me in the corner near the door. " Cherie
has such beautiful blonde pussy hair that I make an exception for her.
I'm sure you can see why Kylie." The Mistress ran her finger lightly over
the neatly trimmed strip of blonde hair between Cherie's legs. But Kylie,
the woman sitting with the Mistress didn't say anything, she just smiled
nervously.
Kylie looked so out of place here. She was young, early 20s if that and
she was so "Normal" looking. She was slim with straight brown hair,
average sized tits and a very average appearance in general. She wasn't
unattractive just very plain and very innocent looking.
It was strange looking at her sitting there. She wore a sheer white blouse,
a shortish black skirt and black stockings. But the strangest part was the
nametag she had clipped to her blouse. She obviously worked in one of
the supermarkets or chain stores.
" Cherie and Monica can entertain us for a while and then you can
choose which one you want to play with Kylie." Cherie and Monica
somehow knew what the Mistress meant and took each others hand and
moved over and stood on a rug in front of the couch where the Mistress
and Kylie sat. The warm red glow on their faces from the fire place
behind them only added to the beauty of the two young blonde women.
Cherie wrapped her hands gently around Monica's face and they began a
long soft sensuous kiss. Monica's hands quickly undid Cherie's little
slave girl top and it fell to the floor exposing Cherie's large firm tits for
all
of us to enjoy.
Cherie quickly did the same as their tongues continued to dance with
ever increasing passion. Monica's tits were only average in size but she
had very big nipples that were a rich deep red colour. They were erect
and hard and Cherie lowered her mouth and began sucking and biting on
them. Monica let out a low gentle moan as Cherie sucked her nipple into
her mouth.
The two women locked their mouths and tongues in another kiss, more
passionate and desperate than the first. They slowly lowered themselves
to their knees on the rug as they kissed and explored each others bodies
with their hands.
They were both so alluring so seductive the way they made love I wanted
desperately to get down on the rug with them. It was so sensuous the
way they undid each others little slave girl skirts and flung them away.
Then they gently rolled onto the floor and wrapped themselves around
each other into a 69 position frantically licking and sucking on each
others wet pussy's, their little red slave girl outfits scattered on the floor
around them.
" This is the one I was telling you about Kylie." The Mistress said without
looking at me. " Her name's Lynne, she's 32, and she's not bad for her
age don't you think ? "
Simon grabbed my leash and led me over and stood me in front of them
with Monica and Cherie moaning softly behind me.
I'd been captivated by everything the two beautiful young blonde women
were doing with each other. Every soft kiss, every tender caress and
every gentle moan they made. But the Mistress and Kylie had only
glanced over at them occasionally, just as people glance up at a TV as
they sit and chat and drink coffee.
It was all so bizarre. A woman like Kylie just didn't belong here. And she
acted as if she didn't belong here. She was nervous and almost shy the
way she looked at me.
" Do you like that ?" The Mistress asked as she leaned over and lifted up
the front of my skirt.
Kylie looked so embarrassed as she gazed at my pussy, but there was
lust in her eyes too, a lust that didn't fit an innocent young woman like
her.
" Lynne's got a nice cunt hasn't she ?" The Mistress said casually." Open
yourself up and show Kylie your cunt Lynne." She let go of the front of
my skirt and pulled at the knot near my hip and my little white slave girl
skirt fell to the floor at my feet. I reached down and pulled my lips apart
as wide as I could. The Mistress kept saying how nice my cunt was and
how big my clit was. The more she talked the more slippery my cunt lips
became and the more difficult it was to hold them apart.
" She's got nice tits too Kylie." The Mistress said gesturing at Simon. He
pulled at the knot that tied my little slave girl top around me and flung
it to the floor with my skirt and my tits spilled out in front of me.
Kylie's eye's wandered over my body nervously. She wasn't openly staring
at me. It was almost as if she was sneaking glimpses of me. I'm sure she
noticed how big mytits were and how stiff my nipples were but she never
said anything. She just glanced nervously at my moist pink cunt and my
big tits.
"Now turn around and show Kylie your cute little arse hole Lynne." The
Mistress said smiling at Kylie.
Simon still had hold of my leash as I turned around, bent over, reached
behind me and pulled the cheeks of my arse apart for Kylie. I couldn't
see her face, but I could feel her eyes on my arse hole.
Monica and Cherie were moaning quietly on the floor in front of me as I
stood there bent over displaying a part of me that no woman should ever
display. I think I could have cum just standing there like that if the
Mistress had told me to.
" What do you think of Lynne, Kylie ?
" She's OK." Kylie said timidly. " But could you get her to move so I could
see the other two please ?"
" Move her out of the way please Simon." The Mistress sounded
disappointed. Disappointed with me that Kylie wasn't all that impressed
with me.
It was the first time Kylie had spoken and her soft timid voice sounded
as out of place as she looked. Simon pulled on my leash and stood me in
the corner near the door again and left me there, naked, my leash
hanging by my side. But nobody really noticed me anyway. Everybody's
attention was focused on Monica and Cherie.
" I want you two to cum together for us." The Mistress said in a soft but
firm voice. " Yes Mistress." They gasped, their voices filled with urgency
and passion.
Kylie, the innocent little shop assistant looked even more out of place
now as she shifted nervously on the couch, her hands fidgeting in her
lap. Her eyes reflected the conflicting emotions that ran through her
young body. A cocktail of nervousness and embarrassment mixed with
excitement and anticipation as she watched the two women on the floor
in front of her.
Monica was on her back on the rug with Cherie on top of her their faces
buried between each others legs. " Stick your tongue inside me Cherie."
Monica panted in a voice that was little more than a whisper. But the
noise she let out as Cherie stabbed her tongue deep inside Monica
echoed hauntingly around the room.
" I'm ready Cherie...I'm ready to cum...."
" I'm nearly there Monica..." Cherie moaned loudly." Lick my arse hole."
Monica lifted her head from between Cherie's legs, her face was covered
with Cherie's juices. She ran her tongue over the outside of Cherie's
arse hole. " Oh Fuck Yes..." Cherie cried out as she felt Monica's tongue
stabbing at her tight pink arse hole.
" Oh God Cherie I can't wait much longer....." Monica's voice trembled
with desperation.
" I'm nearly there Monica, rub my clit while you lick my arse hole.........
" Please Cherie I can't wait........cum with me I can't wait....please...."
" I'm going to cum Monica....I'm going to cum......."
" I'm cumming Cherie OH FUCK I'm cumming....."
Their words became noises as they humped each others faces and
screamed out at each other. I glanced over at Kylie. The innocent little
shop assistant kept trying to look away but she couldn't. The sight of the
two beautiful women writhing in ecstasy on the floor in front of her kept
drawing her back.
Monica's orgasm had exploded inside her an instant before Cherie's had.
And hers plateaued and then subsided first, but Cherie had cum again
just as her first orgasm had started to recede. Her second orgasm was
even more intense that her first. She thrashed around wildly, thrusting
herself hard against Monica's face, her eyes were wild and her face
contorted from the waves of pleasure that threatened to never stop
pounding her body and soul.
Gradually the intensity of Cherie's orgasm eased and eventually faded
away. She let out one last loud whimpering sound and collapsed on top
of Monica and the two women lay there in a web of arms and legs
enjoying the afterglow of the pleasure they'd shared.
" Which one do you want ?" The Mistress asked calmly. There was
nothing calm or relaxed about Kylie though. Her eyes were on fire, her
face flushed, her breathing heavy.
Cherie and Monica are both stunning women. Both young and slim with
long blonde hair that fell over there bodies as they lay on the floor
together. Cherie has larger breasts than Monica, but Monica has
incredibly large nipples. Cherie has a strip of golden hair snaking it's way
along the lips of her pussy, and Monica is completely shaved with a
clitoris that pokes out invitingly from between her pink lips.
How do you choose between them ? Monica wears a lot of make up but it
suits her and Cherie has a natural beauty that make up would detract
from.
They're both strikingly beautiful and sensual young women. How do you
choose one of them over the other ?
" The one on top." Kylie pushed the words out in a trembling whisper.
As soon as she said it the expressions on Cherie's and Monica's faces
changed. Monica smiled and closed her eyes and sighed in relief. But
Cherie's face was suddenly filled with what could only be described as
fear. I could see tears swelling in her eyes. She looked terrified. I didn't
understand. Why was she so upset that the innocent little shop assistant
had chosen her ?
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