LYNNE: CHAPTER 17. NOT A GAME ANYMORE. Part 2.
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 ?
I could see Cherie fighting to compose herself as Monica began
untangling her body from Cherie's. " Thank you for choosing me Miss."
Cherie's voice shook as she spoke. " I won't disappoint you...."
" For your sake I hope you don't." The Mistress said coldly as she and
Kylie stood up and walked towards the door. " Get her ready Monica."
She added before she left the room with Kylie close behind her. Kylie
never said anything but her face had turned pale and she looked visibly
shaken. It seemed strange that both Kylie and Cherie had similar
expressions on their faces.
Simon unclipped the leash from my collar and clipped it onto Cherie's
collar. " Come on Cherie, get up." The tone of his voice was very different
to any other time he'd spoken. It had a hint of compassion to it.
Cherie struggled to get to her feet, her legs seemed to be threatening to
give way underneath her. Monica took Cherie's hand and squeezed it
tightly. She didn't speak but her eyes said a lot that Cherie seemed to
understand.
Monica reached down and picked up her little Red Slave Girl outfit and
started to quickly tie the short skirt around her waist. Cherie began to
reach down for her slave girl clothes but Simon pulled her back with the
leash. " You won't need those Cherie."
Simon pulled on the leash and led the naked Cherie out into the hall.
Monica and I followed behind them as he had told us to. There was an
eerie silence as we followed Simon along the hall and down two flights of
stairs that seemed vaguely familiar to me. No one said a word until
Simon left the three of us in a large slate tiled bathroom.
Kelly was leaning over a large corner bath that was filled with hot
steaming water and scented foam that had started to spill over the
sides.
" You'll be alright." Monica took Cherie by the hand again.
" I know I will." Cherie said obviously trying to convince herself.
" Come on Cherie, we've got to get you ready." Kelly said in a soft
soothing voice. Cherie slid her hand from Monica's and wrapped her
fingers around Kelly's and they walked over to the bath together. Kelly
helped her step into the foam and steam.
" What's going on ?" I whispered to Monica as we watched Kelly gently
rub a pink sponge over Cherie's shoulders. " That woman...Kylie...she
seems so....."
" Innocent ?" Monica interrupted.
" Yes. And harmless. " I added as Monica's eyes met mine.
" She's a sadistic fucking bitch." Monica said coldly. " You don't know
anything Lynne. You don't understand anything. You want to be a little
slave girl do you ? Well you're about to find out what that really means."
I looked away when I saw the anger in Monica's eyes. " I'm sorry Lynne."
She said as she gently stroked my face. " It's not your fault. But giving
yourself to the Mistress means a lot more than you realise. And people
are not always what they seem. I know Kylie looks normal and innocent
but she's not, she's totally fucked up. She's a pain freak. She gets off
on watching beautiful women getting punished. She's the coldest
cruellest cunt of a woman I've ever met."
I was a bit shocked the way Monica spoke, not just the words she used
but the way she used them. " What is she going to do to Cherie...."
" Whatever she fucking wants to !" Kelly interrupted angrily. " And Cherie
will be fine. You'll be fine....." Kelly said softly as she ran her fingers
through Cherie's long hair.
" I'll be more than fine when the Mistress rewards me." Cherie said
looking up at us with a confident and determined expression on her face.
Monica knew I didn't understand. " Any slave who pleases the Mistress
by pleasing Kylie gets a very special reward. She gets to spend the night
in the Mistress's room. "
Cherie looked incredible as she stepped out of the bath. Her long blonde
hair falling over her shoulders and breasts. Her skin pink from the heat
of the bath. Little patches of white scented foam clinging to her body.
She wasn't just beautiful and sensuous she was elegant and majestic.
Monica and I dried her off with thick soft towels, slowly working our way
down her body. Her nipples grew stiff as we both spent longer drying her
breasts than we needed to, then we knelt on the floor beside her as we
dried her feet and worked our way up her legs and thighs to the soft
smooth skin of her tight round arse.
We both looked up at the wet strip of blonde hair between Cherie's legs.
We both wanted to caress her there with the towel. Monica smiled at me
and watched as I gently patted Cherie's crotch with the towel.
We were still on our knees on the floor running the towels over Cherie's
body when Kelly passed us heavy crystal jugs full of a thick brown oil that
we had to rub onto every inch of Cherie's exquisite body.
" It helps stop the skin from splitting." Monica whispered to me as we ran
our hands tenderly over Cherie's soft thighs. Cherie heard what Monica
said and I felt her body grow tense.
When we were finished we stood back and admired Cherie's magnificent
body as it glowed with the rich dark oil we had applied. She looked
incredible. Kelly put a bright red silver studded collar around her neck
and attached a long chain leash.
" Put this on her." Kelly said as she passed Monica a plastic G-String.
Cherie sucked her lips into her mouth nervously as she stepped into the
hard plastic G-String that fitted snugly between her legs. " It's to protect
me down there." Cherie said trying to smile. " They wouldn't want to
damage me there. That would really spoil their fun." There was a cold
edge to her sarcasm.
" Lets go Cherie." Kelly said calmly as she led her from the room.
" You still don't understand do you Lynne?" Monica whispered even
though we were alone now.
" Not really. I was whipped the other day and it was incredible. It hurt but
the pain was pleasurable. I climaxed from the whip...."
" That's a very different sort of whipping Lynne. That's a pleasure
whipping. One where the slave receives pleasure as well as the person
whipping her and those watching. There is no pleasure for the slave in
this sort of whipping. Only Kylie will truly enjoy what they are going to do
to Cherie."
" Then why does the Mistress do it.....?"
" Partly to test the slaves level of commitment, but mainly for the
pleasure she'll receive later with innocent young Kylie's tongue up her
arse."
I couldn't imagine the little shop assistant on her knees with her tongue
up the Mistress's arse. Women like Kylie don't do that sort of thing. But
there was much that I hadn't imagined possible that was.
I was still lost in thought trying to picture innocent little Kylie pleasuring
the Mistress when Trevor wheeled a shiny Aluminium trolley with all sorts
of things on it into the room.
Every time I saw Trevor he made my skin crawl. He and his brother
looked very alike, tall and ugly. And they always looked dirty and grotty. I
hated thinking about the things I'd done with them. Trevor looked at us
with a lecherous smile and I saw Monica smile back seductively at him.
" Is there anything I can do to please you Sir ?" Monica said as she knelt
in front of him, brushing her face over the crotch of his jeans as she did.
Trevor's face lit up smugly as he looked down at the beautiful young
woman scantily dressed on her knees at his feet offering herself to him.
Monica smiled at him again as his cock grew hard and pressed against
the crotch of his denim jeans. " Maybe later if you're lucky Monica."
Trevor said as he turned and left the room.
Monica got to her feet quickly and snuck a look down the hall to check
that he was gone.
" Don't ever cross Trevor or Peter." Monica whispered ." I know how OFF
they are and they're sick bastards. They're not sadists like Kylie they're
just sick fucked up bastards. They may only do the menial tasks around
here but the Mistress will always take their side if there's a problem with
one of the slaves. Just do whatever they tell you to, be nice to them,
make them think they turn you on, make them think you want them and
you probably won't find out just how sick they are."
" Thanks Monica...."
" Thanks Monica for what!" The Mistress said angrily as she walked into
the bathroom followed closely by a huge man wearing tight black leather
pants and big black boots. His head was shaved and he was naked from
the waste up. The muscles in his chest and arms rippled with every
movement. His entire upper body was covered in tattoo's, and he had a
cold cruel face that had that hard steroid induced look to it.
Monica quickly fell to her knees and bowed her head. I didn't copy her
actions quickly enough and I felt the mans hand slap me hard across the
face. " You get on your fucking knees when I walk into a room cunt !"
I hit the cold slate floor with a loud thud. The man stood over me and
drew his foot back ready to kick me with his big black leather boot.
" Lynne is new here. Forgive her this time." The Mistress said coming to
my rescue. " I'm sure she won't make the same mistake again."
" I'm sorry Master. Please forgive me." I begged him as I dragged myself
to my knees at his feet. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so as
our eyes met. " If you were my slave there would be no second chances
cunt ! Do you understand me ?"
" Yes Master I understand." His cold eyes told me more about him than I
wanted to know. .
" Now answer my question! " The Mistress said angrily again. " What was
Lynne thanking you for?" Monica repeated what she'd said to me about
Trevor and his brother Peter almost word for word. The Master held me
by the hair and glared into my eyes the whole time. I couldn't look back
at him and lowered my eyes to the floor. I didn't know how he would
react, I waited for the next blow from his huge fist but nothing happened.
Slaves probably always looked away from him in fear, it's probably what
he expected and what he wanted.
I didn't understand why Monica told the Mistress everything she'd said.
She could be punished for talking like that.
" She told me because a slave always tells her Mistress the truth."
Somehow she knew what I was thinking, and it had happened a lot. The
Mistress understood me very well, better than I understood myself in
many ways.
" But that's not really the complete reason is it Monica. You told me the
truth because......."
" Because I didn't know how long you had been there Mistress. If I had
lied and you'd heard what I'd said you'd punish me more than what you
will punish me for what I said about the two Gentlemen."
The Mistress smiled. " See Lynne, Monica understands that a slave is
always in the wrong and that lying to her Mistress is not worth the risk. I
suggest you learn those lesson's too."
" Yes Mistress."
The Master threw me to the floor and laughed loudly as I looked up at
him. " Maybe one day you will be my slave."
" It would be an honour to serve you Master."
He looked down at me with a depraved and angry expression on his face
as the Mistress told us what we were to do when she sent for us. When
they were gone Monica came over and helped me up and asked me if I
was alright and fussed over me. " I'm fine Monica." I said and then I
kissed her gently on her lips. I didn't mean to it just happened. She
smiled at me and kissed me back, a long soft kiss. " I hope the Mistress
does take you as her slave."
We smiled at each other again and then Monica's expression suddenly
changed. " What's wrong Monica ?"
She walked over to the trolley and lifted a small white towel off the top.
" Shit ! I bet Cherie doesn't know that Kylie is going to use this on her "
I walked over to her and she held up a shiny metal tube about the size of
a cigarette with a small wire hanging out of the end of it, and another
longer black plastic tube that looked a bit like a pen only a lot thicker. It
also had a small wire hanging out of one end of it..
" The small one goes up her arse and this is the control."
She held the small metal one against my face and pushed the button on
top of the other one. " Shit !" It didn't really hurt that much it just caught
me by surprise.
" I heard Simon explaining it to Trevor once. It has something to do with
voltage and current being different or something like that. Anyway like I
said this one goes up her arse and they put these on her." Monica held
up a small pair of bright red crutchless latex rubber shorts.
" The latex shorts are so small and tight that once they're on her she
won't be able to get them off. They'll wrap around her body and sort of
mould around the shape of her body. They'll have to be cut off. In the
meantime Cherie will have this up her arse." She held up the small metal
tube again.
" It doesn't hurt that much really." I said confused.
" Not on your skin, but up your arse is very different. There's all sort of
nerves and soft tissue in there. Believe me Lynne, it's excruciating."
There was a long tense pause as Monica looked at the shiny metal tube.
" It only has three little batteries in the controller part, but somehow it
feels like it's plugged into the mains. I don't really understand how it
works, but I understand how much pain it inflicts on a slave."
" It feels like someone's shoving a baseball bat up your arse." Kelly said
as she walked into the room with Simon. " The Mistress wants me to be
Kylie's chair and for you two to be her attendants." Kylie glared at me as
she spoke, I didn't understand why.
Simon started changing the batteries in the little cigarette sized metal
cylinder they were going to insert up Cherie's arse. " It's all to do with
capacitance." He said seemly to himself. Then he turned around and
looked at us. " See. Three L544XANC Lithium batteries. A year ago we'd
have had to strap a couple of bulky 731s to her back, but these little
L544XANCs solved that problem. The Japs know how to make a good
low drain battery. It's only 27 volts. But that's more than enough with a
bit of help from other technology. Bit like a cattle prod I suppose you
could say."
He seemed very proud of the little implement of torture. Like a proud
father. The "Cattle Prod" was obviously his baby, his little invention.
" A couple of ordinary triple A alkaline's and a small VLF transmitter in
the controller and a receiver in the cylinder means no messy wires
getting in the way of..........proceedings."
He was enjoying describing how his little toy worked. " The anal shaft is
stainless steel, for two reasons, hygiene SS is easy to sterilise, and it has
excellent conductive properties. But the real beauty of it is because of
the nature of it's design, low current/peak voltage, it's agonising for the
slave but it doesn't do any "Damage" at all. None ! You can torture a
slave with it for hours and not do any damage that will put her out of
service for any length of time."
He kept looking at us, watching our reactions as he boasted about how
clever it all was. " It does feel like someone's shoving a baseball bat
up your arse doesn't it Monica ?"
" Yes Sir." Monica answered timidly. " It does feel like that."
" But it's more than that isn't it Monica? It's a combination of different
sorts of pain isn't it?"
" Yes Sir. It jolts you from your arse hole right up your spine with that
intense electric shock sort of pain as well, and it sort of burns too..."
He smiled at Monica and ran the tip of the Stainless steel shaft down her
face, over her breasts and up under her skirt.
" I better test it, don't you think Monica ?"
" Yes Sir." Monica answered reluctantly as Simon ran the metal tube
over the soft skin between her legs.
" Yes I better test it. Lift up your skirt and bend over Lynne. "
My head spun towards him. My body felt like it had already been jolted
by his little instrument of torment.
" Stick it up her arse for me Monica. I don't want to touch her there."
" Yes Sir." Monica responded without hesitating.
" Bend over a bit Lynne." She said as she knelt behind me and pushed
the back of my little white slave girl skirt up over my hips. I was still in a
bit of a daze as I bent over and held my skirt up for her. I returned to
reality very quickly when I felt the cold tip of the steel tube against my
arse hole.
I looked back at Monica on her knees behind me. When Simon wasn't
watching she quickly slid it into her mouth to lubricate it a bit with her
saliva. Then she gently slid it up into my body, . I could feel my arse suck
it inside me until only the 2 or 3 inch long metal antennae was hanging
out of me.
" It's in Sir." Simon smiled and walked away a few paces holding the
control in his hand, waiving it around, taunting me with it.
" Do you want to get down on your hands and knees Lynne ?"
" If you want me to Sir I'll......."
They were the only words I got out as the searing pain exploded inside
me. I think I screamed out but I'm not sure. The pain was intense but
only lasted an instant and when the pain was gone I was standing with
my knees bent forward, my head thrown back and my fists clenched
tightly by my sides.
" Do you want to get down on your hands and knees Lynne ?"
" Yes...Yes I do Sir....." I just dropped to the floor onto my hands and
knees the way he wanted me. " I want to be on my hands and knees at
your feet Sir....I want to be...." I know I screamed loudly the second time
the pain tore through me. My arms gave way and I think I hit my head on
the hard slate tiles.
Again the pain only lasted an instant and when it was gone my face was
buried into the floor, my eyes squeezed shut trying to black out the pain.
" Does it work Lynne?" Simon's voice dripped with sarcasm as he
mocked me and delighted in what he was doing to me.
" Yes Sir it works......"
" Maybe I should test it out again, just to make sure ?" He looked down
at me on my hands and knees in front of him, his thumb flicking
ominously over the little button that controlled the pain.
" No Sir please don't.....please......." I looked up begging him with my
eyes as much as with my words. " Please don't....'
I saw him smile just before I felt the pain shoot through me again. I
lurched forward from the impact inside me and my body slapped loudly
on the hard tiles, my face landing on his feet
Monica was right, the pain was excruciating. Instinctively I started licking
his shoes as I pleaded with him and offered myself to him, I would have
done anything for him to not push the little button again.
" Get your dirty tongue of my clean shoes you filthy little slut !" He held
the controller in front of me, threatening to push the pain button again.
" I'm sorry Sir." I said quickly as I frantically pushed myself away from
him, sliding backwards on my stomach over the cold slate tiles.
" Do you think we've tested it enough Monica ?"
" No Sir." My head spun around and I glared up at her. " You fucking
Bitch Monica !" Tears were swelling in my eyes. Simon passed the control
to Monica, she looked at it for a few seconds and then down at me.
" Please Monica don't....." I couldn't believe she was going to do this to
me. She stood over me, looking down at me.
" Why don't you lick Monica's feet the way you licked my shoes Lynne?
She mightn't push the button if you do that for her?"
I slid across the floor and was licking Monica's feet before Simon had
finished speaking. She had small dainty feet, her peticured toenails were
painted a bright red colour that matched her little slave girl outfit.
I'd thought about running my tongue over Monica's body the first time I
saw her, and again when we shared that kiss, but I didn't imagine it
being like this.
" I think we really should test it out again Sir." Monica said smiling at
Simon as my tongue darted between her toes.
" Please Monica don't." I pleaded with her as I lapped at her feet.
The sudden jolt of pain threw me onto my back and I grabbed at my arse
trying to get the thing inside me out of me. Simon laughed contentedly.
" It works just fine. Get it out of her."
Monica told me to get up and bend over. I dragged myself to my feet and
bent over resting my hands on my knees as she pulled it out of me. She
washed it under the tap and put it back on the trolley next to the control
Simon had put there before he left the room smiling.
The pain was gone, Monica had her back to me as she washed her
hands in the sink. I glared at her face in the mirror, then my eyes met
the reflection of hers.
" How could you do that to me......?"
" You still have a lot to learn, don't you Lynne ?" Her tone was somewhat
condescending and I didn't like it. I didn't like the arrogant look on her
face when she turned around and looked at me either. " Lynne..... I
could tell you that he wanted me to do it to you, that if I'd said no he
would have been pissed off and he would have taken it out on you, or
on me or both of us. And there's an element of truth in all that. But
that's not why I did it. I did it because I wanted to, because I enjoyed
doing it to you. I enjoyed having that power over you, I enjoyed listening
to you beg me not to do it, I enjoyed hurting you, I enjoyed having you lick
my feet and suck on my toes. I'm only a slave Lynne, but for that instant
you were my slave, a slave's slave. And I loved it. I'd do it again now if I
had the chance, I wouldn't hesitate for a moment." Her demeanour and
expression changed suddenly and a single tear rolled down her cheek.
" I'm sorry Lynne but that's the way it is here. If the roles were reversed
you would have done the same to me and you would have enjoyed it just
as much. You mightn't know that yet, you mightn't understand it yet ,
but that's the way it is here, that's the way we are. We includes you
Lynne."
I hated admitting it to myself at first but deep down inside I knew every
word she said was true. I reached out and gently wiped the tear from her
cheek.
" I know Monica, you're right, and do I understand, I'm sorry..." We fell
into each others arms and enjoyed the warmth of each others bodies
and the tenderness of each others touch. It was a special feeling. We'd
both chosen to give up our lives and to give ourselves to the Blonde
Woman as her slaves. We shared this special bond, and found comfort
and reassurance in each others arms.
Monica kissed me gently once, her eyes closed, her face filled with love
and passion. " We better get ready." She said softly as we slowly and
reluctantly let go of each other.
" It is excruciating isn't it.." I said looking at the thing in the trolley.
" But it doesn't 'Damage the Slave" Monica said smiling.
" Who is he anyway ?"
" Simon ? I'm not really sure. He's around sometimes, he's not a Master
but you don't want to get on the wrong side of him. He'll use you to
experiment on his next little invention if you do. He's another pain freak,
he seldom uses us in any sexual way. Pity really, he's cute."
" And why was Kelly so pissed off with me this time ?"
" She's going to be used as furniture, Kylie will use her as her chair to sit
on while she watches what they do to Cherie. You and I will be Kylie's
attendants. That's not a good sign for Kelly. You should have been the
furniture. You're new and inexperienced, you should have been the chair
not Kelly. She's really on the outer at the moment like I said before.
She's little more than a chambermaid these days and now this. Little
things like this, symbolic things mean a lot in our world Lynne."
There was a pause, a short silence, the expression on Monica's face
changed. " Undo my top for me Lynne." She turned around slowly and I
pulled at the knot that tied the Red silk scarf around her body.
I wanted so badly to reach out and touch her when she turned back
around with her breasts exposed in front of me, her nipples stiff and
pointing at me invitingly.
" I'd love for us to shower together Lynne. I'd love to stand under the
warm water with you, close to you, touching you. But if we get caught.."
We watched each other shower, and helped each other dress into black
Slave Girl outfits. They were exactly the same as the white one I had and
the Red ones the others wore. A very short jagged bottom skirt that tied
at our hips and a silk scarf which wrapped around us and cupped our
breasts.
" Why the different colours ?" I asked as I admired Monica's body.
" Red is the Mistresses favourite colour, so her slaves wear red. You're
not her slave yet, the white you wear is symbolic, just as it is in the other
world we both came from. It shows that you're....not virginal or pure or
anything like that but.....new....unowned. You haven't given yourself to
anyone as their slave yet and no one claims you as their property yet."
" When you say "the other world we both came from" you mean the real
world...."
" No I don't !" Monica said sounding annoyed with me. " For us this is the
real world, it's not a game we play or a fantasy we act out. We live this
life every minute of every day. We live in a world of slaves and Mistresses
and pain and humiliation and ecstasy beyond anything most women will
ever imagine. I am a slave Lynne, completely and utterly. I belong to my
Mistress in every way. She paid $150,000 for me 7 months ago. She
bought me at an auction like she would buy cattle at a sale yard. She
owns me Lynne. I'm a slave, and this is the real world for me. If it's not
like that for you then you shouldn't be here."
It was Monica talking but they were the Blonde Woman's words. And I
did want it to be my world too. When Monica said she had been bought
at an auction for $150,000 it sent a rush of excitement through me that
I can't describe.
My husband and the Blonde Woman had led me into this world and
shown me what I was. What I wanted to be. The other world was no
longer the real world for me either. Being a slave like Monica and Cherie
and the others was real. I wanted to live my life as a slave, I wanted to be
owned, I wanted to give myself as a slave completely: but more than that
I needed to. They'd led me this far and it was too late to go back. I knew
it wasn't a game anymore and the more real it became the more clear it
was to me that I'd found where I truly belonged.
" So, what do we do now Monica ?"
" Now we wait until we are required." Monica said as she stood behind
me gently brushing my hair. " When the Mistress has finished riding
Kylie's innocent little tongue she'll send for us."
" How many times have they used that on you Monica ?" I asked looking
over at Simon's little instrument of torture, I'd been wondering what
experiences Monica had had with it since she began describing the pain
it inflicted.
" Once. But not by that fucking Kylie bitch. Trevor caught me in the
shower masturbating without permission. I had two fingers up here
and one finger up there and I was into it. He waited till I started to cum
before he interrupted me. I tried to stop cumming but I couldn't. I knew
I'd be punished and that just made my orgasm even more intense. I
ended up on the floor of the shower moaning and screaming out and
thrashing around. When I finally stopped cumming I begged Trevor not to
tell the Mistress, but he did. It didn't matter what I offered to do for him,
I'd have to do it anyway if he told me to. And part of my punishment
involved that......" Monica looked over at the little steel cylinder on the
trolley.
" What do you mean part of your punishment...?" Monica's expression
changed. For an instant I thought I saw a hint of shame or perhaps
embarrassment on her face but she suddenly started talking again as if
she hadn't hesitated at all.
" The Mistress decided to punished me by making me want to do
something for some friends of hers that I didn't want to do. And she used
that to make me want to do it." There was another slight pause, another
glimmer of shame in her eyes as I looked at her in the mirror.
" The Mistress's friends live in a big house overlooking the Harbour in
Vaucluse. They're both Doctors, I think, and they share a particularly
.........unpleasant fetish.
The Mistress had Kelly insert one of these inside me. Then they put a
pair of the crutchless latex shorts and a red collar on me. And I was
taken to the house in Vaucluse in the boot of the Mistress's black BMW.
Her friends were quite an attractive couple but I knew they wanted me
for something......unusual. I could see it in their eyes when Trevor opened
the boot and they looked in at me lying there. I assumed they were pain
freaks, and that they would get off on using Simon's little toy on me.
Anyway the woman attached a leash to my collar and sort of pulled me
out of the boot. The Mistress had told me to crawl on my hands and
knees at all times while I was entertaining her friends, but that was really
all she'd told me.
The woman who had hold of my leash led me through the garage and up
some steps and into a huge sitting room with big white tiles on the floor.
She patted me on the head and told me to stay there, then she went and
sat on a big leather couch with her husband across the room.
The Mistress hadn't come into the room yet, and I just waited there on
my hands and knees facing her friends on the couch. They were talking
about me, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. That seemed to
go on for ages. Just them looking at me and talking about me to
themselves. All the time I could see the lust in their eyes growing more
intense , and I could feel that thing inside me.
I just wanted to get it over with, but pain freaks are like that, they like to
drag it out, make you sweat on thinking about what they're going to do to
you. I've seen women wet themselves from fear in situations like that,
but I didn't. I was terrified and panicky but I still had control of myself.
I could feel the pulse in my neck and arms racing as they looked down at
me and my palms were all sweaty.
Then I heard him walking towards me on the tiles, he was behind me so
I couldn't see him. But I could hear him getting closer. " Again Monica
paused, a little longer this time. A fleeting glimpse of guilt or shame on
her face again. She avoided my eyes in the mirror as she kept gently
brushing my hair, then she continued:
" Anyway, his name was Rex. I know Rottweilers are big but Rex was
huge. The Mistress said something like ' Monica loves to fuck beautiful
creatures like Rex, don't you Monica?' She was standing off to one side. I
hadn't noticed her come into the room.
I told the couple on the couch that I did love to do that, then The
Mistress asked me if I wanted to fuck Rex and I said yes."
Monica's eyes met mine in the mirror. There was no hint of shame or
guilt anymore. " A slave has no dignity Lynne." Monica said with a look of
defiance on her face now.
There was a long silence as Monica stood behind me slowly brushing my
hair. I didn't know then what I'd end up doing on the laundry floor
of the other Lynne's house a few nights later with my husbands
Rottweiler; and the thought of what Monica was describing disgusted
me; but for some reason I wanted to hear the rest of it.
" So what happened then..... ?"
" I kept telling them how much I wanted Rex to fuck me but the Mistress
knew I didn't mean it. She knew I didn't want to do it. She knew the
thought of it disgusted me, but she also knew how to change my mind,
how to make me WANT to do it."
Monica spoke in a relaxed matter of fact way now as she picked up the
little stainless steel cylinder. " The Mistress used this on me until I was
begging her and her friends to let Rex fuck me. At one stage I even
crawled over and begged Rex to fuck me. But the Mistress wasn't
convinced that I really WANTED Rex to fuck me.
She made me crawl over to her and she ran her fingers between my legs
in the opening in the front of the shorts. I wasn't wet and the Mistress
punished me some more, a lot more.
In between the jolts of pain I described what I wanted Rex to do to me,
how I wanted him to fuck me. I was sprawled out on the floor at the feet
of the couple on the couch begging them to let Rex fuck me when I saw
the Mistress walk over and put the thing that controlled the pain on a
lamp table beside the couch.
She was giving me another chance to show them that I WANTED to do
it. I described again in very intimate details what I wanted Rex to do and
how badly I wanted him to do it. I think I was playing with myself.......
Anyway The Mistress walked over and ran her fingers between my legs
again. This time her fingers were covered with my juices when she held
them up in front of her face. The right amount of pain can make you
WANT to do just about anything Lynne. And at that instant, I WANTED to
do it, I really WANTED Rex to fuck me.
They told me how to position myself for him, on my hands and knees with
my legs apart and my arse up in the air a bit, and Rex did the rest. He'd
obviously had other women. I didn't even need to get him hard or to help
him put it inside me. And apart from some scratches on my back it was a
pain free experience."
" Did you......?"
" Did I enjoy it ? Did I cum ? Monica interrupted. She didn't answer with
words, the answer was in her eyes.
" Don't think you can judge me on what I did Lynne. Don't think you are
better than me because of what I did. You're not better than me Lynne.
Think about some of the things you've done over the past few weeks and
you're not even a slave yet. If you do become a slave you'll do all sorts of
things and be used in all sorts of ways you haven't even imagined yet.
You may well end up doing something like that and you may well enjoy
it."
How true Monica's words would turn out to be. I'd thought about what
she said when I was on the floor in the Laundry a few nights later. Maybe
The Mistress had instructed Monica to tell me about what she'd done.
Maybe it was all just another small part of my introduction to their world.
The strangest part of it is that despite how much what Monica did
disgusted me, listening to her describe it had made me wet.
" It makes me wet talking about it too Lynne." My eyes met hers in the
mirror again. She was looking at me as I was lost in thought about what
she had described and she knew.
" They want us now." Kelly said as she walked into the room. She was
wearing a black Slave Girl outfit the same as we were. She looked good,
the black suited her. She handed us new Black Leather collars with big
silver studs to put on and checked herself in the mirror. Then we
followed her through the maze of hallways and down a flight of stairs.
She told us what was required of us as we walked along behind her.
We stopped outside a heavy timber door which opened into a large room
with mirrored walls and ceiling and mirrored tiles on the floor. The room
was dimly lit except for one intense bright white spotlight that shone
down on Cherie.
She was in the middle of the room, tied between two shiny metal posts.
Her arms were tied high above her head, her legs stretched wide apart
and shackled to the posts at her ankles.
She didn't move as we entered the room. She stood there staring
straight ahead. The rich brown oil we'd rubbed onto her body glistened
under the bright light, her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders and
down her back. She looked like a statue. A beautifully sculptured statue
of a beautiful submissive woman.
Everywhere around the room and on the floor and ceiling I could see her
reflection, I could see every part of her.
The other lights went out and a softer spotlight came on about 6 feet or
so in front of Cherie. Kelly walked over and slowly lowered herself onto
her hands and knees in the middle of the pool of warm light. Monica
knelt down on one side of her and I knelt down on the other side.
The room was silent now and except for the two pools of light that shone
down on the slaves it was completely black. We watched Cherie and
waited, but you could feel the sense of anticipation and excitement and
fear in the air.
The silence was suddenly broken as the door swung open. The sounds of
a woman's heels on the mirrored floor in the darkness. Then Kylie
appeared in the pool of light where we waited for her.
It was all so intensely erotic and yet incredibly bizarre at the same time.
In amongst the darkness and the bright lights with women dressed as
Slave Girls and another tied naked to posts waiting to be flogged, Kylie
appeared, still in her shop assistant uniform. A young innocent looking
woman dressed in the clothes of the very normal very ordinary working
class woman that she was.
She stood and stared at Cherie, her face was flushed, her eyes wild with
excitement as she looked at the magnificent body of the woman tied to
the posts waiting to be whipped. Then she glanced down at Kelly on the
floor on her hands and knee's. Kylie sat in the dip of the arch of her
back, her slim legs stretched out in front of her. Kelly lowered her head
and I could see the muscles in her slender arms tense slightly as she
took Kylie's weight.
" Show the little slut !" Kylie said in a voice so soft and timid it was barely
audible. The huge man with the tattoos stepped out of the shadows
behind Cherie and stood in the pool of bright white light with her.
I could see the fear in Cherie's eyes as he walked slowly, ominously
around her and stood in front of her. He carried a large black whip, long
strands of coarse leather hanging threateningly off the end of the
thick black handle.
He held the whip up to Cherie's face and she kissed it gently, then he
walked slowly around her again and stood behind her, and drew the whip
back ready.
" Whip the fucking bitch!" Kylie said. Her voice louder, more impassioned
this time.
There was a pause, a moment of expectation or anticipation; then the
sound of the whip whistling through the air, then of leather slapping
loudly against skin then a low muffled gasp as Cherie took the first blow.
" Whip the little slut !" Kylie yelled out, her voice loud and angry.
Cherie screamed out as the long strands of leather struck her again and
wrapped themselves around her body. The whipping became faster,
and more violent, Cherie's cries of pain became louder and she began to
beg them to stop.
Kylie closed her eyes and enjoyed the sound of the hard leather on
Cherie's soft skin and the desperate sound of Cherie's voice as she
begged them to stop.
" Whip the fucking little whore !" Kylie yelled out over and over as
she started running her hands over her body.
The huge tattooed man whipped Cherie brutally, moving around her,
striking her from all angles until her body was covered with bright red
streaks. She whimpered pitifully as she sobbed and pleaded with Kylie
to stop.
" Make her scream. Make the little slut scream !" Kylie responded as
her hands grabbed at her body with increasing urgency; Then suddenly
Kylie stood up and the whip hung limply but threateningly at the side of
the huge man with the tattoo's.
" Please stop....." Cherie's voice was barely more than a whisper. Her
skin glistened under the bright lights, a mixture of sweat and the dark
brown oil contrasted with the dark red marks the whip had left all over
her body. At first her screams got louder and more desperate but after
a while her screams became little more than whimpering sounds.
The room was silent now except for the sounds of Cherie's heavy
breathing and her soft voice which sobbed: " Thank you Miss." over and
over again. Then the sound of Kylie's heels on the mirrored tiled floor
echoed around the room as she moved slowly towards Cherie.
Cherie's head had slumped in front of her but she quickly lifted her eyes
to meet Kylie's as she heard her getting closer. " Thank you Miss....Thank
you...."
Kylie stood a few feet in front of her, listening to her, looking at her.
The whip cracked across Cherie's back again and she screamed out
and her body lurched forward. " No please Miss ...No more please....."
The whip ripped into her skin again and she grunted loudly and her head
slumped again.
" Please Miss....." Was all Cherie could say now.
" Please what ?" Kylie retorted in a mocking tone.
" No more please......I'll do whatever you want...."
Kylie slid a hand under her skirt and started rubbing herself quickly
between her legs as she stood close to Cherie watching and listening
to her beg. " What will you do for me little slut ?" Kylie's voice trembled
with excitement as she spoke. " What can a whore like you do for me?"
" Anything Miss." Cherie answered quickly as she lifted her eyes to meet
Kylie's again. " I'll do you anything you want me to Miss...."
" Anything at all....Anything I want.....?" Kylie taunted her. " What if I
want you to lie on the floor so I can squat over you and piss all over your
pretty little face ?" The whip bit into the soft flesh of Cherie's arse and
she threw her head back and grunted loudly.
" I'd drink it Miss. I'd drink every drop..." The whip cut into her flesh
again. " Oh God please Miss. Please let me drink your beautiful hot P...."
The sting of the whip made Cherie cry out in pain and Kylie moan loudly
with pleasure.
" Ok little slut, there is something else I want to do with you..." Kylie
took her hand out from under her skirt and held it in front of Cherie's
face. " Whatever you want Miss, I'll do whatever you want...." Cherie
panted as she hungrily licked Kylie's fingers.
Cherie hadn't noticed the metal trolley being wheeled into the room while
she was being whipped, and she didn't notice the huge tattooed man
who had been whipping her walk to the darkened corner to get it now.
She was so caught up in the relief she felt that the whipping had stopped
to notice anything except the taste of Kylie's fingers.
It wasn't until the trolley was parked in front of her that she saw it and
realised what Kylie was going to do with her. Only a few minutes earlier
Cherie was begging them to stop whipping her, now she was begging
them to whip her more.
Kylie backed away slowly and sat in the dip of Kelly's back again as she
enjoyed the sight of Cherie naked in front of her, her body marked from
the whip as she begged to be whipped more. The whip would be better
than that other thing Kylie wanted to use on her. Kylie loved watching
Cherie beg, she loved the look of fear in her eyes.
Cherie pleaded and begged in vain as Monica and I crawled over and
undid the chains that shackled her ankles to the posts. Her begging
became more desperate as we removed her crotch protector and even
more desperate again as I pulled the cheeks of her arse apart and
Monica gently slid the little metal cylinder inside her.
But once it was inside her the begging stopped, and Cherie became
strangely calm, as if she'd accepted her fate. She said nothing as we
helped her step into the red crutchless latex shorts.
Monica and I struggled to get them up her legs and over her tiny arse.
Monica was right, they would have to be cut off her. They were incredibly
tight and were almost cutting into her skin around her waist and at the
tops of her thighs. But they obviously served their purpose. They covered
Cherie's arse hole preventing her from being able to get the thing out of
her, and the opening around her crotch allowed easy access to her there,
just as it had allowed Rex easy access to Monica when she had worn the
red latex shorts.
Cherie remained quiet and co-operative as we prepared her, she just
stood there staring straight ahead at Kylie with an air of confidence
bordering on defiance.
The tattooed man that had whipped Cherie wheeled the trolley from the
room and Monica and I took up our positions on our knees either side of
Kylie, Monica held the control out in front of her ready for when Kylie
wanted it.
Kelly winced as she struggled to support Kylie as she squirmed and
shifted about excitedly on her "chair." She was still dressed like an
innocent boring little shop assistant, but she looked nothing like that
now. She had a wild, almost depraved look about her as she stared at
the woman she was going to torture.
Cherie flinched slightly as Kylie reached out and grabbed the control
from Monica's outstretched hands, the calmness that had beset her
quickly disappeared as she watched Kylie stroking the controller.
" Please don't Miss." Cherie pleaded softly.
Kylie pushed the little button a dozen times or more. Cherie's arms were
still tied to the posts above her head and her body lurched forward with
each jolt from the thing inside her until her body grew limp and she was
just hanging there with her head slumped in front of her. Kylie's moans
of pleasure were almost as loud as Cherie's screams of pain.
" Please don't hurt me anymore...." Tears were running down Cherie's
cheeks as Monica and I untied her arms. " Please don't let her hurt me
anymore..." I had to turn away when her eyes met mine.
I don't know how long Kylie tortured Cherie for, but Monica was right,
she was a cruel sadistic bitch. She made Cherie lie on the floor and play
with herself hitting the little pain button when Cherie didn't get wet
enough fast enough. She punished Cherie with the pain for not cumming
and then punished her even more when she did cum.
It's hard to describe the noises Cherie made and the look on her face
as Kylie tortured her and teased her mercilessly. Cherie begged her
over and over to stop, she kept grabbing at her arse trying to get at the
thing that was inside her.
Kylie climaxed several times as she watched Cherie writhing in agony
on the floor at her feet. Her orgasms were long and loud and filled with
screams of abuse at " The slut on the floor with that thing up her arse."
It's hard to describe what it was like watching Cherie being tortured in
that way. I guess the best word is........"
Lynne put the pen down and looked out the bedroom window. The warm
winter sun was shining brightly through the verticles, it was afternoon
already. She looked at the clock beside the bed, 12.34pm. She'd been
writing in her diary for over 4 hours. Up until now the words had come
easily. She remembered every sound, every sensation, every word that
was spoken. But she struggled to find the right words to describe how
she felt watching Cherie being tortured.
She'd been aware of her husbands car driving away as she lost herself
in her diary, but she wasn't sure he hadn't returned. She snuck through
what used to be their house and out into the garage to check. No car.
She made herself some lunch, just a salad, which was what they always
fed her when she was learning what being a slave really meant at The
Blonde Woman's house. " Nobody wants a fat slut Lynne." They'd told
her each time they'd fed her. She'd been told a few times that she had a
fat arse, and she had become very conscious of her weight. She had a
good figure, she knew that,and she knew she didn't have a fat arse
either; but she also knew how much younger most of the other slaves
were; and she'd begun to realise that although there was a bond
between the women who had given themselves as slaves, there was also
intense competition for attention; and the ever present possibilty of The
Blonde Woman losing interest in one of them and selling them off to
somebody else.
Lynne wandered around what was once her home, but felt anything but
at home. She didn't belong here anymore, she belonged with The Blonde
Woman now, there was no going back to her life as a house wife.
She'd thought she'd had everything she'd ever wanted, the man she
wanted, a lovely house overlooking the beach in Cronulla, the area she
grew up in. But it wasn't what she wanted anymore.
She spent some time roaming through the house and the memories it
held. She stood on the verandah looking out over the beach and
watched the young men who endured the cold winter surf for the thrill of
the ride. She'd never understood them until now. Sometimes the thrill
of the ride was worth a bit of pain and discomfort. It was time for her to
move on, she knew that now. The thrill of the ride was worth whatever
they did to her.
She settled back on the bed and looked at what she'd written:
" It's hard to describe what it was like watching Cherie being tortured in
that way. I guess the best word is........" She didn't want to admit it at
first but now she realised it didn't matter. She couldn't change what she
was what she had become and she couldn't hide from that anymore, she
didn't want to hide from it anymore. She picked up the pen and started
writing in the diary again.
" It's hard to describe what it was like watching Cherie being tortured in
that way. I guess the best word is exhilarating. Some people find sky
diving or Hang Gliding or Bungy Jumping exhilarating, but being in that
room with Kylie torturing Cherie was more exhilarating than anything
I could imagine. It was all so intensely erotic, primal almost. There were
so many times I could have cum just watching but managed not to.
Monica had called Kylie a " Pain Freak." A " Sadistic Fucking Bitch."
Perhaps those words now applied to me too.
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