Lynne

CHAPTER 18 NOT A GAME ANYMORE. Part 3

LYNNE: CHAPTER 18. NOT A GAME ANYMORE. Part 3.
" 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 applied to me too. I'd had a taste of the pain Cherie had had to
endure and yet knowing what the pain was like only made watching Cherie  even
more arousing. Seeing her writhe on the floor, begging for it to stop made my
pussy drip; I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs; I could
easily have cum from just watching if I'd let myself.
But if I was a "Pain Freak," and a "Sadistic Fucking Bitch" like Kylie then so
was Monica. I'd glanced over at her several times, I'd seen the desperate look
on her face as she watched Cherie. Monica had been on the edge of orgasm too.
I thought about what she'd said when she told me how much she'd enjoyed using
the thing on me, and then I wondered how Cherie would have reacted if she'd been
watching one of us. Would Cherie's sweet pussy  have dripped with her juices if
she had been watching one of us being treated like that ? Would Cherie have had
to fight off an orgasm the way Monica and I did watching her ? I was sure I knew
the answer.
When it was over Trevor herded us out of the room with the aid of a riding crop
which stung our arses when we didn't move fast enough for his liking, and just
for his own gratification on a few other occasions.
I risked the sting of the crop again to look back at them one more time.  Cherie
was lying motionless on the floor with Kylie standing over her looking down at
her. Kylie looked physically and emotionally exhausted from the pleasure she'd 
enjoyed from Cherie's pain. Her breathing was heavy and loud; she'd ripped her
blouse open; her skirt was twisted and stained and her pantyhose had tears along
the inside of her thighs. But it was the  vacant almost dazed expression on
Kylie's face and in her eyes that left the most lasting image of her.
Cherie slowly lifted her head up off the floor just as I felt the sting of the
crop on my arse again. Her face was bright red and smeared with perspiration,
but she was smiling.
We were quickly taken back to our cages where we changed back into our normal
Slave Girl clothes, Kelly and Monica in the Mistress's favourite red, and me in
white, a symbolic reminder that I was not yet a slave like the others.
The cage room went silent when the door opened and The Mistress led Cherie to
her cage by a metal leash attached to the bright red collar around her neck.
Cherie was still naked, the only thing covering her body were the deep red marks
left by the whip.
" You did very well Cherie, I'm very pleased with you." The Mistress unclipped
the leash from her collar and closed the door to her cage.
" Thank you Mistress, I'll do anything to please you."
" You all did very well." The Mistress said looking around the room. There was a
sense of excitement amongst the slaves that I didn't understand.  I assumed they
were glad or relieved that the Mistress was pleased, but I wasn't taking all
that much notice, I couldn't take my eye's off Cherie.
" You all deserve a little treat." The Mistress said teasingly as the door to
the cage room opened and the ugly tattooed figure of Trevor emerged into the
soft yellow light of the room where the slaves are kept.
Kelly and Monica both dropped to their knees at the front of their cages, Cherie
hastily stopped dressing into her Red Slave Girl outfit and fell to her knees at
the bars to her cage, just as the others had done; I quickly did the same;
although I sensed that everyone including the Mistress had noticed I was the
last to do so.
There are 5 cages on either side of the walkway, mine was the 4th on the right.
Cherie was next to me on my left and Monica was next to me on my right; only the
metal bars of our cages separated us. Kelly was directly opposite me across the
walkway and Trevor went to her cage first. " Thank you Sir." She panted as he
passed her a vibrator. All the slaves were given a vibrator,  except me. The
vibrators  were all the same, 8 inches long, black with a gold tip. Exactly the
same as the vibrator I used in the life I lived before I met The Blonde Woman.
" Tie the other one up." The Mistress said to Trevor as she walked towards the
door of the cage room." She's a horny little slut who has no understanding of
obedience."
Trevor unlocked my cage and pulled me up off my knees by my hair and threw me
onto my narrow bunk. He quickly and roughly chained my hands behind my back.
The others waited on their knees on the floor of their cages until Trevor had
left before rushing to their bunks with their little toys.
" Cherie...." She ignored me, as did Monica and Kelly. I just had to lie there
and watch them and listen to them.
The room was quickly filled with the sounds of the vibrators purring loudly and
the women moaning softly. Cherie was on her back, she'd only had time to put her
top on before she'd had to kneel on the floor of her cage, and she had the full
length of the vibrator buried deep inside her; her hips were lifting up off the
bunk as she slowly fucked herself.
Monica put her vibrator on her bunk, lifted her skirt up and lied on top of it,
and thrust herself against the hard vibrating plastic.
Kelly was on her on knees with her skirt pulled up over her back and the gold
tip of the vibrator pushing against her arse hole. I watched as more and more of
the vibrator disappeared up her arse.
Cherie had her top off now and was pulling on her stiff nipples as she rammed
the vibrator in and out of herself faster and faster.
Monica had ripped her skirt off and her soft round arse moved up and down
quickly as she thrust herself against the vibrator. She grabbed hold of the
sides of the bunk so she could pull herself down harder against it.
Kelly was grunting loudly as she slid the vibrator further and faster up her
arse, she reached between her legs and started rubbing herself with one hand
while the other drove the vibrator deeper and harder inside herself.
Cherie was panting loudly, she had one leg on the floor so she could open
herself wider, and the vibrator made a delicious sloppy wet sound as she fucked
herself with it.
Monica's bunk was creaking noisily as she humped her vibrator faster and faster,
her face was buried in the mattress but it didn't muffle the noises she was
making.
They were all moaning louder now, breathing faster, getting closer. I'm not sure
who came first but once one started cumming they all came.
They grunted and screamed and moaned and cried out as they came and heard each
other cum. My cunt was soaked, it felt like I'd wet myself, like I'd wet the
bed. I was humping the mattress in desperation but all it did was add to my
frustration.
The cage room went eerily quiet for a moment when their orgasms were over, but I
was almost delerious, I had to cum too. I looked around my cage desperately for
something to rub myself against. As I did the sounds of the vibrators echoed
around the room again. The selfish bitches were going to get themselves off
again.
I looked around at them one at a time. They were all just lying on their backs
with their legs spread wide gently rubbing their wet cunts with their vibrators,
building themselves up slowly again.
I couldn't stand it any longer, I was lying in a puddle of my own cunt juice
with my hands tied behind my back and THEY all had vibrators. I rolled off my
bunk and staggered over to the bars that separated me from Cherie. " Cherie...." 
She ignored me and closed her eyes as she slid the long back vibrator into the
opening between her legs. I tried to rub myself on the bars of our cage while I
watched her.
" What are you fucking doing slut!" Trevor was standing at the door to my cage. 
I was so consumed with passion,
so utterly lost in my search for a way to give my body what it so desperately
needed that I hadn't heard him come into the cage room.
" I.....I'm......" I panted as I searched for something to say, but I kept
rubbing my cunt against the bars, I couldn't stop myself doing it.
" Get your slut arse over here !"  Trevor's voice grabbed at me and I was able
to pull myself away from the bars. I staggered over towards him as he unlocked
my cage and opened the door. Trevor is a very ugly very unappealing man but at
that moment I would have loved nothing more than for him to throw me on the
floor and fuck me.
I felt dizzy and my knees were shaking but somehow I managed to stand up while
he looked at me with a sneering lecherous smile on his face.
" Try this." He said laughing as he put his foot up on the bunk and pulled my
skirt off me, I groaned loudly as my skirt was ripped away from where it had
been stuck to the wet flesh between my legs.
Trevor wore big black boots with thick laces. The boots looked like they'd never
been cleaned but I quickly straddled his leg and squatted down until my cunt was
rubbing against the top of his boot. The thick laces grabbed at my clit and lips
as I humped his boot as fast as I could.
" Do you like that slut, do you like rubbing your dirty little cunt on my boots
?"
"Oh Fuck Yes Sir ! I'm going to cum on your boot....I'm going to cum..."
" No you're not." He said laughing again as he pulled his foot away from where I
needed it. I collapsed onto the bed moaning loudly as the orgasm I could almost
taste was taken away from me.
Things happened in a blur for a while after that. I know he dragged me out of
the cage room and down a hallway, but I don't really remember anything clearly
until I felt the cold water on my back. It stung me into consciousness.
" You need to cool down slut." Trevor snarled at me. " Fix her up and take her
upstairs Colleen."
" Yes Sir." A woman I hadn't seen before in a red Slave Girl outfit said.
Colleen prepared me in the way Kelly had in the past. A hot scented bubble bath,
a soft fluffy towel, make-up and perfume. She dressed me in a clean white Slave
Girl outfit and fussed over my hair. But she never spoke the whole time. Not a
word. Even when I let out a low groan as she washed me between the legs she
never said anything or even looked at me.
Colleen is an attractive woman, early 30s probably with beautiful long shiny
brown hair, a good figure with large firm breasts and a nice arse.  She looked
good in her red Slave Girl outfit. She isn't particularly pretty but she has a
look about her, she's a very sexy woman. I would have given anything for Colleen
to take care of me with that pretty pink tongue of hers.
When she was satisfied that she had me looking as good as I was going to look
she attached a chain to my collar and led me through the usual maze of hallways
and up several flights of stairs.
We came out onto a large enclosed veranda. There were 20 or so people milling
around drinking glasses of wine while they talked. The veranda faced east, I
could see out over Bondi and the ocean further in the distance on what was a
clear and sunny winters afternoon.
Colleen led me over to one side of the room where there was a small round
platform about 2 maybe 2 ½ feet high. I walked up the three small steps and
stood there while she unclipped the leash.
" Stand there with your hands by your sides and don't fucking move unless you're
told to !" Was all Colleen said  before she walked away. I was obviously there
on display for these people, and some of them did glance at me, but no one
really seemed to notice me or take any notice of me.
The little gathering was like so many I'd been to before. Everybody wore jeans
and jackets and the atmosphere was very friendly, very normal, except for the
slut standing up on the platform. Even Monica and Kelly looked "normal" in plain
grey waitress style dresses as they served finger food and drinks from shiny
silver trays.
The Mistress walked in, glanced at me for an instant and then mingled with her
guests. She looked incredible. Tight pale blue jeans, a white blouse, a black
leather jacket and black thick healed shoes that were fashionable again now. I
loved the way her long blonde hair looked as it fell over the black leather
jacket. I loved the way she ran her fingers through her hair every so often
gently brushing her fringe aside.
I felt so out of place as I stood there on display dressed like a slave girl
amongst all these "ordinary" people, even more so because nobody seemed
interested in me. It was so humiliating, not  because I was standing there like
some cheap whore but because no one took any notice of me. The longer I stood
there the more humiliated I felt and the more anxious I became.
People were talking and laughing and enjoying the food and the wine.  They were
mostly in couples, young couples mainly and they were all typical Eastern
Suburbs Yuppies. Designer jeans, expensive jewellery, and snobbish accents.
I knew I still didn't understand this world of theirs. There was a beautiful
fountain on the other side of the room with a statue of a naked woman with
little jets of water all around her landing at her feet. Maybe I was like her,
maybe I was just another ornament or decoration. People had glanced at the
statue in much the same way they'd glanced at me.
I heard one couple saying goodbye to the Mistress and a few minutes later
another couple left, then I heard a tall dark skinned woman with beautiful long
black hair say something to the Mistress.
" I just want to show you something before you go Celine." The Mistress said as
she walked over towards me with Celine. " I'd appreciate your opinion."
They stood in front of me and Celine looked me up and down, assessing me. " How
old is she ?"
" 32, she'll be 33 in November. "
" Have you had her valued yet ?"
" No. I've spoken to Zaheer. He'll be in the country again soon. If I keep her
till then I'll get him to take a look at her."
" Where did you find her ?"
" On the floor of a garage fucking a dozen men at a party." The two woman
exchanged knowing glances and smiles.
" Is she obedient ?" Celine asked as she lifted the front of my skirt, seemingly
unimpressed at what she saw.
" No ! She's not." The Mistress's tone was curt.
" I admire your patience. Taking sluts and turning them into slaves. I couldn't
be bothered breaking them in. I like my slaves trained when I get them. But
she's not bad, her breasts are too large for my liking, and I much prefer
natural blonde's, brunettes are so....."
" Common....."  A woman with very short blonde hair said as she lifted my skirt
to see what I looked like down there.
" What do you think of her Monique ?" The Mistress asked.
I could almost feel her eyes between my legs. " Hmmm. The little cunt has a nice
cunt."
" I like her tits, I like slaves with big tits"  A stocky and attractive man
said as he walked towards us. I was suddenly the centre of attention and my body
responded very quickly. Soon everyone was gathered around me giving the Mistress
their opinion of me.
Someone said I had a fat arse, someone else said they thought my arse was nice.
A hand pulled at the knot on my top and it fell to the floor and my tits spilled
out in front of me. Most of the men loved my tits, but some thought my nipples
could be bigger. Everybody thought I had "slut" written all over my face, but
most agreed I had a pretty face. There was a wide range of opinions about my
cunt. Some liked it, others thought my cunt lips were too big or my clit too
small, and they all commented on how wet " The little slut is."
They continued talking about me in increasingly crude ways, my cunt which had
been the subject of much discussion was smeared with my juices, and a few drops
had landed on the inside of my thighs, some one noticed and pointed it out to
the amusement of the others. Their laughter just made it leak out of my body
faster.
Suddenly Monica and Kelly appeared with more trays of food. The prawns and
oysters quickly became more interesting than I was, and the crowd around me
quickly dispersed. But they'd done enough to leave me desperate for relief
again. The nectar that flowed out of me was doing so for a reason. It was
lubricating me as it was meant to do. It was preparing me to be penetrated, to
be fucked. But having got me ready having made me desperately wet and aroused
again they just left me on the platform and ignored me.
My clitoris and lips were swollen and throbbing, my nipples were so stiff and
hard that they ached. I could feel a little pulse on my pussy and in my anus and
there was nothing I could do about it. I just had to stand there, a decoration,
an ornament, just like the statue of the nude lady in the fountain; only she
wasn't on the brink of an orgasm that had been denied her yet again.
My arms were by my sides, my fists clenched together as I fought to keep my
hands from reaching up under my skirt and ending my torment.
" G'day Lynne." The voice wasn't familiar and my head was spinning so it took me
a while to focus on his face. " Hello Sir."
" Show me that big cunt of yours that everyone's been talking about Lynne."
I realised who it was as I lifted the front of my skirt to show him what he
wanted to see, what he'd tried to grab many years ago. I hadn't noticed him
before,  he looked so much older now, fatter and balding. We'd dated once years
ago, he tried to get his hand up my dress the first and only time we went out
together.
I'd spent an unpleasant time on the front seat of his car fighting him off, now
I was showing him what he'd wanted to see back then. As I stood there watching
him stare at the wet bald patch between my legs I wondered why he was here. He
couldn't possibly be involved with these people, or could he, anything was
possible in this world of theirs.
A loud moan escaped my lips as he squeezed my nipples, something else he'd tried
to do all those years ago. It occurred to me then that the Mistress would have
had him there for a reason. She was going to let him do to me what I wouldn't
let him do years ago. He suddenly didn't seem so fat, his hair suddenly seemed
distinguished rather than balding. The thought of him fucking me after all these
years sent a teasing spasm of pleasure that ran from the lips of my cunt to deep
inside me, but I would have fucked anyone at that moment.
" I haven't fucked a slut in years Lynne." He said without taking his eyes off
my cunt, then he wandered off back into the crowd.
I was watching him mingling with the other guests when I gasped and pulled my
leg back. I knew I wasn't to move without permission but it was just a reflex
action; The cold nose of the Mistress's big German Shepherd on my foot had
startled me. He had his two front paws on the second step of the little platform
I was on but I hadn't  heard him or noticed him. " Go away. " I yelled in a
whisper without even moving my lips, but he ignored me and kept sniffing my
feet.
Suddenly he lifted his head up and his nose disappeared from view underneath my
skirt. I whimpered under my breath as I felt his big hot tongue lick me between
the legs, he liked the taste of me and licked me again. " Oh God No."
" Were you given permission to speak ?" The Mistress said angrily as she glided
across the room towards me, making sure she drew every body's attention to me.
" No Mistress I'm sorry." I panted. " But your dog he's...."
" Princess is a she Lynne."
" I'm sorry Mistress." I moaned as Princess licked the wet flesh between my legs
again. " But she's...she's...."
" She's what Lynne ? What is Princess doing ?"
" She's licking my cunt Mistress...."  I looked around the room which had become
suddenly silent, a sea of faces and eyes. I was desperate to cum, I needed to,
but not like that, I couldn't cum like that, I wouldn't let myself cum like
that. Princess started lapping at my cunt and I clenched my fists tightly by my
sides and tried not to enjoy it.
" Where abouts on your cunt is she licking you Lynne ?"
" All over my cunt Mistress, she's licking me all over my cunt." I looked into
the Mistress's eyes, I needed to cum so badly, and looking at her, seeing the
way she was looking at me, saying the things she was making me say just made me
need to cum even more.
" Has she stuck her tongue inside you yet Lynne ?"
" No Mistress." I panted. " She hasn't stuck her tongue inside me, she's just
licking the outside of my cunt." My voice was trembling when I spoke now, I
didn't want to cum like that but I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself if
Princess didn't stop.
" Do you like having a dog lick your dirty little cunt like that Lynne ? "
" Oh God !" I moaned loudly and my knees nearly gave way beneath me.  " Yes
Mistress. I love it. " I'd been so desperate to cum, so close so often that  I
just didn't care how I came anymore as long as I came. I looked at the faces
around the room staring at me, for an instant I wondered what they thought as
they saw what was happening but the sensations running through my body had
consumed me totally and nothing else mattered anymore; and the humiliation of
cumming like that in front of all those people just pushed me towards orgasm
faster.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed her long wet tongue. It didn't take Princess long
to bring me to the edge. " She's going to make me cum Mistress....  Oh God may I
cum please Mistress....."
" Yes, but not now. Princess." I'm not sure how to describe the noises I made as
the orgasm that was mine was stolen from me again. And then I encountered the
most extraordinary experience of my life. I could see myself slumped on the
black platform. I could see the  frantic, despairing look on my face and the
complete helplessness in my eyes. It was like I was looking down on myself, like
one of those "out of body experiences" people talk about but no one believes. I
could see Kelly and Monica in their little grey waitress uniforms helping me to
my feet. I could see them talking to me but I couldn't hear them.
Suddenly I was looking at them through my own eyes again. I could feel the
desperation in my body again. " You've got to stand up Lynne." " Come on Lynne,
you'll be alright."  " Just do as you're told."
I had to finish off where Princess had left me. I was so close, just a few
strokes of my fingers on my clit and my torment would be over. I reached between
my legs and moaned in anticipation of an orgasm that couldn't be stopped, an
orgasm that I knew would send tremors of ecstasy through every part of me. " No
Lynne. You can't do that." Monica said as she and Kelly pulled my hands away
from where they had to be.
" Please...." I begged them over and over to let me, but they didn't. They
chained my wrists to a metal bar behind my back and pulled me to my feet. My
hands were at my sides and I wrestled with the chains and bar that restrained
me. Just the touch of my fingers on my clit would have been enough, but I
couldn't reach. The cuffs cut into my skin as my outstretched fingers found the
tops of my thighs, but I could reach no further. " You fucking bitches!" I
mumbled under my breath as I slumped in submission. I would cum when and if the
Mistress wanted me to.
" I'm ok." I whispered softly as the fog began to lift from my mind. After a
while I was able to stand unaided and reality slowly returned. I remember
thinking that what they were doing to me was far crueller than what Kylie had
done to Cherie.
I don't know how long I stood there for as the party went on around me, I slowly
regained my composure but the urgency for release and relief that had consumed
me never subsided.  Some of the guests looked at me occasionally but I held
little interest for most of them. Princess walked past me once, but it seemed
that she too had lost interest in me.
It wasn't quite dark outside but I saw the streetlights come on as I Iooked out
over Bondi towards the beaches. All the guests had left and Monica and Kelly
were cleaning up as the Mistress walked towards me, with Princess walking beside
her.
" Have you ever cum on a dog's tongue before Lynne ?"
" No Mistress. "
" Do you still want to cum on Princess's tongue Lynne ?"
" No Mistress." Every part of me wanted to cum, needed to, but I had control of
my thoughts now and I couldn't bare the thought of cumming like that.
The Mistress smiled at me, she knew. " You're desperate to cum but you think
you're too good to cum like that, don't you Lynne." I didn't answer, but she was
right.  " A slave has no dignity Lynne, no pride. I've told you that before, but
it's a lesson you'll have to learn the hard way. Are you too good to cum on a
dogs tongue Monica ?"
" No Mistress. I'm just a slave, I'd be honoured to cum on your dogs tongue, as
any slave would." The Mistress stroked Monica's hair affectionately.  Nothing
more was said but Mistress and slave understood each other without the need for
any more words. Monica reached down and lifted her skirt up. She was naked
underneath except for a black garter belt and stockings.
" Princess." She called out and the  big German Shepherd walked over towards
her. Monica was rubbing herself furiously making herself wetter and more
appealing for Princess. Hours earlier she had brought herself to orgasm with a
vibrator in her cage, now the look on her face showed how close she already was
to cumming again. And yet I'd been left to suffer without release the whole
time.
Princess moved closer to Monica who moaned loudly as the long pink tongue lapped
at her a few times. " Yes Princess, that's it... " Monica started thrusting her
hips towards Princess in rhythm with her tongue as it lapped at the wet flesh
between her legs.
" Do you like that Monica, do you like her tongue down there ?" The Mistress
asked looking at me.
" Oh God Yes Mistress.....Thank you Mistress."
" You should be thanking Princess Monica. She's the one with her tongue on your
cunt."
" Thank you Princess." Monica panted as she open her legs wider so as Princess
could get at her better. " Her tongue is inside me now Mistress Oh God her
tongue's moving around inside me. May I cum Mistress?" Monica pleaded as the
first ripples of pleasure ran through her. But Princess suddenly pulled away and
Monica let out a low pitiful groan.
" Finish her off Lynne." The Mistress said and I quickly walked down the steps
of the platform and got down on my knees at Monica's feet. It was difficult to
keep my balance with my arms tied to the bar behind my back but Monica grabbed
my head and buried it between her legs and came quickly with my tongue inside
her.
Monica pushed my head away when she was finished and I fell to the floor.
Watching what Princess had done to Monica and then bringing her to orgasm myself
had brought my own passion to the boil again.
I was taken back to my cage where I was tied to my bunk on my back.  They didn't
want me getting myself off humping the mattress, and they left me there like
that, simmering in my own juices.
Some time later, I have no idea how long, a woman I hadn't seen before came into
my cage. She put some pillows underneath my head to elevate me and fed me a bowl
of thick vegetable soup. She was reluctant to talk at first, all she'd said was
that her name was Kirsty.
She was a very attractive woman, late 20s maybe early 30s. She was about my
height 5'2" with long brown hair,  very big tits and a really cute arse. I could
see her small stiff nipples pressing hard against the sheer material of her red
top. Her short little slave girl skirt  gave me a good view of her shaved pussy
as she sat on the bunk feeding me. The soup was ok, but Kirsty looked better,
smelt better and I was sure would have tasted better. She knew I was looking up
her skirt the whole time she fed me but it didn't seem to bother her, if
anything she positioned herself to give me a better view.
" Would you help me Kirsty ?" I asked staring into her eyes as she lifted the
spoon to my mouth again.
" The Mistress offered you pleasure and you declined it Lynne. This is not a
game anymore Lynne; If you want to be a slave then you take whatever pleasure is
on offer. You don't have the luxury of choice. " The conversation ended there.
Trevor brought Monica to her cage shortly after Kirsty left. Her hair was still
damp from a shower and she smelt good. " Are you alright Lynne?"
" No Monica, I'm not." I watched her stretch out on her bunk just a few feet on
the other side of the bars that separated us.
" Why didn't you do it Lynne?  Princess is very good with her tongue, and she
likes the taste of pussy."
" I just couldn't, not like that."
" But you almost came on her tongue earlier, you wanted Princess's tongue then."
" I know, but I was so close then, I wasn't in control."
" Don't tell me you've never thought about being licked like that before Lynne,
every woman has. Even if it's just been a fleeting thought when a dog jumps up
and sniffs you."
I thought about what she'd said. Had I had those thoughts before ?  I guess I
had. But as Monica had said herself they were just fleeting thoughts, quickly
laughed off, never taken seriously.
" A tongue's a tongue Lynne. I love Princess's tongue. I'm not hurting anybody,
and Princess enjoys it." Monica smiled, I loved her smile. " It's not sick or
wrong if it feels good and we're not hurting anybody. Unless we're hurting
somebody who wants to be hurt." She smiled again. " Her tongue felt good didn't
it Lynne ?"
" Yes, it felt incredible, it was so big and hot and rough and it touched me in
so many places at once." I closed my eyes as I enjoyed remembering how good it
had felt.
" It's not wrong if no one gets hurt Lynne." Monica said again. " That night
with Rex I told you about, I still think about that night when I masturbate. I
didn't want to do it to start with but I'm getting wet now just thinking about
it. Most people would think that was wrong or sick but I don't care. I didn't
hurt anybody, Rex certainly enjoyed himself as did his owners and the Mistress;
but in the end I enjoyed it more than anyone. If you really do want to be a
slave Lynne then you've got to let go of your old concepts of right and wrong,
you've got to give yourself to the Mistress completely, trust in her
completely."
The door to the cage room opened and Trevor came over to my cage and untied me
and dragged me off into the hallways and up the stairs to the sitting room. The
Mistress was seated on one of the leather couches and Trevor pushed me onto the
floor at her feet.
" I'm disappointed in you Lynne." Her face echoed the disappointment she spoke
of.
" I'm sorry Mistress.....but this is all new to me......"
" I'm sick of hearing you say you're sorry Lynne. There are plenty of women who
want to give themselves as slaves Lynne. You'd be surprised just how many. I
don't need you Lynne, but you need me; I suggest you remember that."
" Yes Mistress I will, I'm sor..." I stopped myself from saying it again." I
won't disappoint you again Mistress."
" I know how desperately you need to cum Lynne, but I gave you the opportunity
to cum and you declined. I suggest you think about that while you try to sleep."
There was anger in her eyes and in her voice, she looked over at Trevor. " Get
her out of here !"
I spent a fitful restless night in my cage trying to sleep. Cherie wasn't in
hers, but most of the other cages were occuppied. The lights had been dimmed, it
was almost dark in the cage room. When I did sleep I dreamt about the most
bizarre things; Princess and Rex featured prominently in my dreams.
I awoke the next morning with what felt like a hangover from the sexual
depravation I'd been subjected to the day and night before. Trevor took me to
one of the bathrooms where I showered and bathed and dressed into a clean white
Slave Girl outfit. I still needed to cum, but I didn't let myself touch myself.
I was sort of proud of the control I had over myself.
I put on some make up and perfume and brushed my hair; I wanted to look as good
as I could; I wanted to make-up for yesterday. It crossed my mind that the
Mistress might 'test me out' with Princess. I  thought I was beginning to
understand some of the ways of this world of theirs and I thought  she would
want to see if I'd learnt from my experience the night before; if I had learnt
to " take what pleasure was on offer" as Monica had put it. I HAD learnt that
lesson, and I had learnt it the hard way.
I was brushing my hair and checking myself in the mirror again when Trevor said:
" Got your make-up the way you want it....sweetheart ? "
" Yes Sir." I answered warily just before he grabbed my arm and spun me around
to face him. " On your knees slut, you know what to do."
I lowered myself to my knees and reached up and undid his zipper and took his
cock out; he was already semi-erect. "He must  like the way I look." I thought
to myself as I took his cock in my mouth. I felt myself getting wetter as his
cock grew bigger in my mouth. I was hoping he'd bend me over the sink and fuck
me, but he didn't. He just grabbed my head and came in my mouth; and cleaned his
cock with my hair when he was finished.
" You've got work to do you little slut !" The tall figure of Mistress Rebecca
stood in the doorway glaring at me; her long black hair falling down to the top
of her arse; her hard face and cold eyes staring at me.  She was just a slave
like the others but she didn't look anything like a slave in her black leather
boots, short black latex skirt and black leather bra with metal studs.
" Have you finished with her ?" She asked Trevor as I did his zipper up and
tucked his shirt into his jeans for him. " Yeah, for now."
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I stood up. My face was smeared
with cum, my make-up smudged, my hair messy and stained.  This wasn't how I
wanted to look for The Mistress, but I wasn't given the chance to clean myself
up.
Mistress Rebecca took me into a room next to the cage room.  There was a long
rectangular table in the middle. Kelly, Kirsty, Colleen, Monica, Cherie and a
woman I hadn't seen before were seated around the table, dressed in their Red
Slave Girl outfits. None of them looked at me or spoke as I served them their
breakfast; orange juice, bowls of fresh fruit and birth control pills.
When they were finished Mistress Rebecca herded them out of the room and I had
to clean up after them. There was a kitchenette off the dining area from where I
served them their food, and where I washed all the dishes afterwards.
Mistress Rebecca came in occasionally to check up on me as I cleaned the table,
chairs and sink with a damp cloth and some Spray'N'Wipe.  Then I had to get down
on my hands and knees with a bucket and a scrubbing brush and clean the floor in
the kitchen and dining area.
I'd always hated housework, but this was very different. I was a slave cleaning
the place where the other slaves ate. It was nothing  like any housework I'd
done before; crawling around on the floor in my little slave girl  clothes; my
face still stained with Trevor's cum; Mistress Rebecca standing over me; the
occasional smack on my arse with her crop; the abusive and crude manner in which
she spoke to me. Just cleaning was an act of submission here, a display of
obedience and an opportunity to please The Mistress. Just crawling around the
floor with a bucket and brush made me wet again.
When Mistress Rebecca was finally satisfied with my work she made me refill my
bucket and lug it up some stairs and out onto the veranda where I had been put
on display the day before. The late morning sun was warm and bright as I crawled
around the floor on my hands and knees cleaning the large ceramic tiles.
I heard footsteps and voices from the other end of the veranda, and then the
sounds of heels on the tile floor. " There she is." I heard The Mistress say."
And doing one of the few things we've found her to be any good at." I could see
shoes and legs in front of me, I wanted to look up, but was able to stop myself.
" Lynne....?" The voice wasn't familiar but hearing my name made me look up
before I could stop myself this time.
" Your friends were worried about you Lynne." The Mistress said in a sarcastic
tone. " They wanted to see for themselves what you were up to; to make sure you
were okay." There were three women standing with The Mistress and none of them
were my friends.
The three faces looking down at me wore a mixture of expressions.  Shock,
disgust, amazement. I knew how I'd looked when I saw myself in the mirror after
Trevor had finished with me; now I was clammy and sweaty from my work, and I
could only imagine what I looked like to the three women staring down at me.
One of them was Kate, a woman my husband had worked with in the past and a woman
I was sure he had had an affair with back when I was a jealous little housewife.
I hated her then and I hated her even more now.
Next to Kate was Niki, a 'friend' of my husbands, not a friend of mine. I could
tolerate her, but I didn't like her and I didn't trust her with my husband.
Standing next to Niki was Samantha, or Sam as my husband always called her to my
annoyance. She was an old ' school friend' of my husbands; she was divorced and
available and my husband popped in to see her on a regular basis despite my
objections.
I didn't know how the Blonde Woman and my husband had managed to get the three
of them to come here together, and I guess it really didn't matter. They were
tearing away another layer of my dignity, stripping me of what little self
respect I had left.
" As I told you ladies on the phone, Lynne's just a dirty little slut, that's
why her husband's divorcing her." The Mistress was enjoying herself.
They were the three women I was most jealous of; the three women I would least
like to see me like this; the three women who in my life before The Blonde Woman
I had felt threatened by and at times inferior to.
I was once again faced with making a decision with no time to think about it or
consider it; all I could do was react to the situation they'd put me in. I could
stand up and reclaim my dignity, reclaim my identity or I could submit to this
further humiliation they were subjecting me to. I dipped the scrubbing brush in
the bucket and continued scrubbing the floor.
" A slave has no dignity Lynne." I repeated The Mistress's words in my head over
and over as I felt their eyes bearing down on me. It was probably the most
humiliating thing they'd done to me so far, but it aroused me in a way I can't
describe.
It hadn't occurred to me that my husband would divorce me, but it was obvious
that he wouldn't want to stay married to me now, not after all the things I had
done, and what I had become. The thought of divorce didn't upset me, but I found
myself wondering which of the three women looking down at me would be the first
to get their claws into him.
I was caught up in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and thoughts; I felt as
though  I'd sunk as low as I could go, I didn't think it was possible for them
to humiliate me any more than this; but I should have known better.
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