LYNNE: CHAPTER 20. THE GIRL IN WHITE.
Lynne cleaned up the mess on the floor, but as per her husbands instructions she
didn't clean herself up. She got her diary and the portable phone from the
bedroom and laid on an old towel on the tiled floor in the Laundry and re read
where she was up to.
" The slave market in Australia is run by an organisation called 'The Pauline
Reage Society.' I don't know what it means or how it works but I know they're
very organised and it's all very formal. They run the auctions and oversee
everything, but that's all I know."
Lynne thought about Andrew from next door for a moment; thought about all those
times they'd talked and flirted together and thought about what he must think of
her now. Perhaps her husband or the Blonde Woman would make her do something
disgusting with, or for Andrew; the thought brought a smile to Lynne's face.
She was lying on her stomach resting her head in her hand but the floor was cold
and hard and uncomfortable. She rolled over onto her side and gasped when she
saw herself in the mirror leaning against the wall opposite her. It was a full
length mirror encased in green plastic; Lynne thought it had been thrown out
years ago.
She had so many thoughts swirling around in her mind that she hadn't noticed it
until she rolled over onto her side and saw the image of herself just a few feet
away. She knew the woman in the mirror was her, but she didn't know the woman in
the mirror any more. She was naked except for a pair of stained panties, her
messy and knotted hair like her face was covered with white patches of dry
semen. Her crotch and legs were smeared and sticky .
Lynne's body reacted to the image of herself in the mirror as her husband knew
it would. She stared at herself as she lightly ran her hands over her body, and
moaned softly as her fingers brushed over her crotch. She knew that this was how
the men saw her; and she liked it that they saw her this way. Her fingers
lingered near her crotch and then disappeared down the top of her stained
panties as her mind was lost in the image of herself in the mirror.
She heard the chirping ring of the portable phone she'd taken into the laundry
with her but never noticed it ringing until it stopped. " Oh Shit !" She swore
loudly as the sudden silence snapped her out of the trance she'd been in. She
sat up quickly grabbing for the phone on the floor beside her. She knew it would
have been her husband. He'd put the mirror there; he'd told her to lie on the
floor like that so she couldn't avoid seeing herself in it; seeing what it was
she had become. And he knew what she'd be doing.
Lynne held the phone in her sticky fingers waiting for it to ring again, her
thumb resting over the blue 'Talk' button. She stared at it willing it to ring
again, but it didn't. " Shit ! " She swore again. Her husband would know that
she'd been masturbating without permission as she looked at herself in the
mirror.
Her hands shook as she dialled her husbands mobile phone number. It was
engaged, she pressed the redial over and over more franticly each time. She knew
he was ringing the Blonde Woman to tell her she'd disobeyed him again.
Lynne wanted to press the "Off" button when she heard the ringing tone, she was
afraid of what he might say; of what he might do.
" Are you on the floor in the Laundry Lynne ?" He sounded calm. almost friendly,
maybe it wasn't him ringing before.
" Yes." She answered quickly. " Yes I am Master. I did exactly what you told me
to do."
" But I didn't give you permission to masturbate, did I Lynne ?"
" No Master." Her voice echoed her distress and guilt at her own disobedience
and lack of control. " I'm sorry I let you down again, I'm sorry but it's all so
confusing...."
" What do you see in the mirror Lynne ?"
" I see myself the way others see me; the way I want others to see me. I see
myself for what I am. " Her words came quickly and easily, her response was not
one she needed to think about, it was natural. " I like what I see."
" What are you Lynne ? What is it you see that you like ?" Lynne rolled onto her
side again and rested her head in her hand holding the phone.
" I see a woman who has been used; a woman who likes being used. She's a slut
and a whore, but she's a lot more than that . She's a woman who loves the feel
of a dogs tongue between her legs; a woman who enjoys being whipped and
humiliated; a woman who would lift her skirt and wet her panties in public if
she was told to; a woman who loves and needs to be abused. I see her, I know
what she is, but I don't know if there is a word to describe what she is."
" Are you touching yourself Lynne ?"
" No. I want to, I need to, but I won't without your permission."
" Reach down between your legs, slide your hand down the top of your panties and
push your middle finger hard against your clitoris. Don't move your finger, just
hold it there. " Lynne let out a soft slow sigh of pleasure as she watched her
hand snake it's way down her body in the mirror. She saw how red her face was
and how full of passion her eyes were as she slid her hand under the elastic of
her soiled panties. She moaned loudly as her finger pressed hard against her
clitoris.
" You liked Monica's story about what she did with Rex, didn't you ?"
" Yes Master." Lynne whispered.
" Monica got on her hands and knee's and let a dog fuck her Lynne."
" Yes." Lynne moaned.
" Monica came from being fucked by a dog Lynne."
" Oh God Yes..she did. She came from fucking a dog the dirty little slut.
She came with a dog's stiff cock stuck inside her......"
" Do you want to cum like that Lynne ? "
There was a pause, a moment of silence as Lynne thought about it and looked at
herself in the mirror." Yes. Yes I do."
" Perhaps I'll let you cum like that with Rommell. I want you to think about it
for a while; think about what it would be like getting down on your hands and
knees so Rommell can fuck you. You can play with yourself while you think about
it, but don't cum." With that the line went dead.
Lynne was still looking at herself in the mirror, she saw the wild look on her
face and in her eyes. She wanted to do it with Rommell, her husband's big
Rottweiler. She found it surprisingly easy to admit to herself that she did want
Rommell to fuck her; just her and the big Rottweiler alone on the floor in the
laundry. No audience. No humiliation of having people watch her do it. She
wanted to do it for her own pleasure, not for the amusement of others but by
herself, for herself.
It had been in the back of her mind since Monica told her about her experience,
and she had thought about it the night before when her husband had tricked her
into doing something else with Rommell. Lynne didn't want to admit that she
wanted to do it, not until now anyway.
Lynne watched herself in the mirror as she masturbated and imagined doing it
with the big Rottweiler. In her fantasy she did it the way Monica had described
doing it. On her hands and knees with him entering her from behind. It hadn't
taken her long to get him hard, and apart from having to help him put it inside
her he needed no encouragement. Once inside her he was in control. Lynne just
knelt on the floor on her hands and knees and felt him enjoy himself on her, and
enjoyed him. She watched herself in the mirror; watched what he was doing to
her.
" Fuck your little bitch." She panted. " I'm your little bitch on heat."
In her mind she came when she felt him cum inside her and collapsed onto the
floor exhausted as soon as his big cock let go of her. It was an orgasm as
fierce as any she'd ever had. It left her breathless and dazed on the cold tile
floor of the Laundry.
As the orgasm she imagined faded, she suddenly found herself on the brink of a
real orgasm as she fantasised and masturbated and looked at herself in the
mirror.
Lynne forced herself to remove her hand from inside her stained panties. She
looked down at the phone, hoping it would ring and knowing it wouldn't. She knew
her husband wasn't going to let her get herself off.
She was startled by the sudden noise outside. Rommell was on the other side of
the laundry door. She could hear him panting and making low growling noises. It
was as if he knew there was a bitch on heat waiting for him on the other side of
the door. He scratched on the door a few times with his huge paws, each time
sending a shiver of excitement down Lynne's spine.
She wanted so badly to do what she'd fantasised about and somehow Rommell knew.
All she had to do was open the door and position herself for him. She tried to
stop herself but her hand reached up and rested on the round porcelain door
handle. Her mind was racing as she slowly turned the handle to open the door and
let him in. She knew she shouldn't do this; but she could still hear him
breathing; hear him making those low growling noises; he wanted her as much as
she wanted him; he was just the other side of the door.....
Suddenly she pulled her hand away. In her mind she could see Rommell standing
there on the other side of the door; his cock stiff and ready for her; but she
could see her husband standing next to him looking down at her in disgust.
Maybe her husband was there, maybe he wasn't. Lynne's heart was thumping; she
could feel the pulse racing in the arteries in her neck; and she could feel her
cunt throbbing; she wanted so badly to do this; but she knew she couldn't; not
this time anyway.
It took her a long while to calm herself down. She splashed cold water on her
face from the sink in the corner of the laundry, she noticed her hands shaking
as she held them under the jet of water.
Eventually she regained some semblance of control and lied on the floor again,
staring at the door, and at herself in the mirror. After a while she heard
Rommell walk off and knowing he wasn't there anymore made it easier for her to
clam down. The temptation she found so hard to resist was no longer just the
other side of the door.
Although nothing had really happened the experience had drained Lynne
emotionally and physically, she drifted off to sleep for a few moments after he
was gone.
When she awoke. She lifted her head and saw herself in the mirror again. She saw
the look on her face and smiled at herself; then laughed quietly to herself. She
loved the way they treated her in this world of Slaves and Masters. She belonged
in this world.
After a while Lynne re read the last part she'd written in the diary again.
" The slave market in Australia is run by an organisation called 'The Pauline
Reage Society.' I don't know what it means or how it works but I know they're
very organised and it's all very formal. They run the auctions and oversee
everything, but that's all I know."
Lynne picked up the pen and started writing again:
Monica didn't understand or know much about The Society and she didn't seem to
care. I suspect that none of the slaves will ever really know. But I was still
intrigued by what Monica had said about her previous owner.
" Monica." I whispered. " You said the Mistress bought you off another woman
and that you hope that neither Kelly or Rebecca would end up being owned by her.
Why ? How did you get into all this......"
" It's a long story Lynne. I was submissive from a very young age. Even as a
little girl I used to love games where I got tied up. When I was a teenager I
used to tie myself up when I masturbated and did all sorts of things with
myself." Monica giggled and looked up at me sheepishly. " I did have a few
'normal' boyfriends over the years but it never worked out. I didn't really know
what I wanted. I was always attracted to other girls but I was never game to do
anything about that. So I masturbated a lot and kept experimenting with self
bondage. Then I worked with a woman who I was really really attracted to; she
looked a lot like you Lynne." Monica paused and our eyes met in the silence.
" Anyway, I'd always sort of tried to ignore the feelings I felt for other
girls, the other stuff I was doing on my own made me feel weird enough as it
was. But the woman that looked like you changed everything. I couldn't ignore
the feelings I had for her. She was married and her and her husband were into
all this. To cut a long story short, I made love to the woman after a party at
her place one night and the next thing I knew I was working as a whore in a
brothel in Canberra. And then I gave myself to them as their slave. I'd found
what I'd wanted. But within a few weeks they took me to an Auction and sold me.
At the time being 'sold' was the most incredible experience of my life, and I'd
had a lot of incredible experiences. But the woman that bought me was ugly and
boring. All she ever did was fuck me up the arse with a strap on dildo, make me
eat her, and lend me to her dyke friends to do the same. That was bad enough but
the worst part was her other....... .......fetish."
It upset Monica to talk about what her previous Mistress had done to
her, and I couldn't imagine how I would cope with what Monica had had
to cope with, so I tried to move the conversation on." But you ended up here ?"
" Yeah, one night my Mistress dressed me up without saying anything and took me
to the Auctions. She made me look as off as she could. I'd put a lot of weight
on; I hadn't been allowed to shower or bath in days; she cut my hair all jagged
and messy looking; she dressed me in daggy old clothes that I looked horrible in
and the only make up she put on me was a lot of black eye shadow and mascara. I
looked so ugly and off.
When I was put on the stand no one made a bid; I think that's what my Mistress
had wanted. She wanted to humiliate me by having no one bid for me. I can't
explain what it was like standing there knowing no one wanted me. Just standing
there as the auctioneer tried to find something good to say about me; to get
SOMEONE to bid something for me. I could see people laughing at me, and
whispering things to each other about me.
The auctioneer asked once more for any offers before I was taken away in
disgrace; and then a voice said "$150,000". I looked up and saw that a Blonde
Woman had made the bid. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I could
tell my Mistress was furious, she hadn't expected anyone to want me. And from
what I've been told, you can't bid on your own slave. $150,000 is not much for a
slave, some fetch as much as a million, but I didn't care. I was just so
grateful to her for bidding on me. And I still am. She saw something in me
that no one else at the Auction saw. That was seven months ago and I've done
everything I can to please The Mistress since. I'd die for her Lynne."
The expression on Monica's face told me she meant what she said, and it scared
me a little. Would I die for the Mistress.? Maybe I would ?
Monica went very quiet after that. Reliving what her previous Mistress had done
to her sort of made her withdraw into herself for a while. But it made me
realise that there were people like that out there who could end up owning me.
It was a risk I was prepared to take. But I wasn't the one being sold tonight.
Monica and I lay on our bunks in silence with just our own thoughts and fears
for a long time after that conversation.
After some time, I have no idea how long, Trevor came into the cage room. "
Listen Lynne." Monica whispered in a hurried voice. " Whatever you do don't fuck
up at the Auction tonight. They're like a fucking Royal Wedding or something to
the Mistress's and Master's. Whatever you do don't fuck up tonight." She got the
last few words in just as Trevor approached my cage.
He opened the door and attached a leash to my collar. He started to drag me off
my bunk and then suddenly stopped and looked at me. He has eyes that make you
want to look away; but I made myself smile back at him. Without saying anything
he grabbed me and pulled my face against his crotch. I ran my tongue over the
outline of his soft cock through his rough denim jeans and felt him begin to
grow hard. I undid his zipper, took his cock out and wrapped my lips around it.
Trevor just grabbed me by the hair and fucked my face until he came with his
cock deep down my throat. He seemed to like it as I gagged and coughed and I
tried to swallow all of his hot salty cum and he pushed his cock even further
down my throat making me gag and cough even more.
When he was finished he led me down the maze of corridors and stairs and into
what looked like a garage or workshop; and then into an adjoining room that was
obviously his bedroom. It was a small, messy, sparsely furnished room with an
unmade bed against one wall and a TV and couch opposite the bed. There was a man
sitting on the couch watching cricket on the TV.
" Well...." Trevor said as he stood me in front of him. " What do you reckon ?"
The man wore grotty dark blue overalls and was drinking a can of Tooheys
Draught. His eyes quickly darted over my body and then back to the TV.
" I thought you were going to get me one of those young blonde ones again." The
man said sounding disappointed.
" I couldn't get one of them. You could always just go home and screw your
wife." They both laughed loudly. " Fuck that ! She'll do."
" Get on the bed." Trevor said to me with those creepy eyes of his looking into
mine. The man didn't seem in all that much of a hurry to fuck me. He and Trevor
were more interested in watching replays of a catch Ricky Ponting had taken.
Eventually after watching a dozen replays from a dozen different angles the man
got up and moved towards me, but he was still looking back at the TV as he did.
Being provided with a woman to fuck was obviously nothing new or special to
Trevor's mate.
He pulled the front of his overalls open, pushed his shorts and underpants down.
His large uncircumcised cock hung down between his legs. " Come on !" He said
impatiently. I lent over and slid his cock into my mouth and sucked on it and
ran my tongue over it trying to get him hard.When he was ready he pushed me away
and climbed up on the bed on top of me. Then his attention was drawn back to the
cricket on the TV again. Glen McGrath had yorked another of the Sri Lankan
batsmen, sending the middle stump cart wheeling back. The man on top of me
watched all the replays with his cock pushing against my cunt. His cock was
only semi erect when he finally turned his attention back to me and started
trying to get his cock inside me.
He smelt of sweat and grease and beer as he fucked me and grabbed at my tits. He
wasn't remotely interested in whether or not I enjoyed it, I'm sure sex for this
man is always like that, so I just lay there and closed my eyes while he used
me; the taste of Trevor's sour cum still lingering in my mouth.
It took the man a long time to cum, but eventually his grunts became louder and
more intense and then he suddenly went limp, the full weight of his body pushing
down on mine.
" Get one of the young blonde one's for me next time will ya mate ?" He said as
he pulled himself out of me and dragged himself off me. " I can pick up sluts
like this one anywhere. Get one of the young blonde one's for me next time
hey...."
I knew the only sex this man got was when he paid for it or when Trevor brought
him one of the slaves; I was sure his wife felt the same way about fucking him
as he did about fucking her. His snide comments didn't bother me. I felt sorry
for him because he obviously believed what he was saying. A man with a cock like
that has a lot to offer a woman; but a man with an attitude like that has
nothing to offer a woman.
" Come on !" Trevor snapped at me as I got off the bed and straightened my skirt
and top. He grabbed my leash and took me to one of the bathrooms. For the first
time I was allowed to bath without supervision.
I washed away all traces of the man that had fucked me and cleansed my mouth and
throat of what Trevor had forced me to swallow. When I felt clean I dressed into
a fresh white Slave Girl outfit, put on some make up and perfume and waited.
" Put the fucking sandals on you stupid slut !" Trevor yelled at me from the
doorway as I was checking my make up again. I spun around, startled by his loud
nasty voice. I didn't know what he meant. The slaves never wore any shoes,
nothing on our feet except painted toenails. I started to panic a bit. " I'm
sorry Sir I don't ...."
" The fucking sandals on the fucking hamper where your clothes were you stupid
fucking slut !" Trevor stormed over to the hamper and grabbed a pair of white
flat sandals off the hamper and threw them at me. " I'm sorry. I didn't know." I
stuttered nervously as I bent over to pick them up. I kept thinking about what
Monica had said. " Whatever you do don't fuck up tonight."
I'd sucked Trevor off the way he wanted, his mate had seemed to enjoy fucking me
even if he had made out he didn't; I thought I was doing well until I saw the
look on Trevor's face. I think I'd seen the sandals but I didn't know I was
suppose to wear them. Trevor grabbed me roughly and put a red collar around my
neck and clipped a chain leash to it, then dragged me down the hallway.
He led me upstairs into the sitting room where the Mistress was seated on one of
the leather couches. She looked exquisite in a black evening gown with her long
blonde hair falling over her shoulders and expensive jewellery glittering around
her neck and hands. Trevor handed her my leash and I knelt on the floor at her
feet as Cherie served her a glass of Champaign from a silver tray. Cherie was
wearing a French Maid's outfit, like Kelly used to wear; she was serving the
Mistress like Kelly used to.
From where I was on the floor I could see up Cherie's skirt, I could see the
outline of her lips and the strip of blonde hair against the sheer black panties
she wore.
" What are you looking at Lynne ?" The Mistress asked.
" I.....I was looking up Cherie's skirt Mistress."
" It's a nice view isn't it ? "
" Yes Mistress." I thought I'd fucked up again, but it seemed I hadn't. The
Mistress just smiled at me and told me to polish her shoes. I lent over and
started licking the expensive black leather. When her shoes glistened all over
with my saliva Cherie handed me a cloth to buff them with.
Suddenly my collar grabbed at my throat and I tried frantically to scramble to
my feet as I was dragged along the floor.
" Take her down to the van with the others." I heard The Mistress say as I
managed to get to my feet. My collar kept digging into my neck as a large dark
skinned man dressed in black pants with a white shirt and black tie led me down
some stairs and into a large garage. He slid the door on a black van open and
virtually threw me in.
Kelly and Rebecca were huddled together on the floor opposite me. The man
clipped a chain attached to a bracket on the roof of the van to my collar. I
slid my fingers between the collar and my throat and tried to get my breath
back; as I did I noticed Kelly and Rebecca again.
Rebecca looked so different to the other times I had seen her. The times when
she was Mistress Rebecca she looked so frightening dressed in all the leather
with her big boots and a whip or crop in her hand. Now she just looked
frightened.
The hard face that I was so scared of was now pale and soft; the cold eyes that
had looked so cruelly at me before, now looked back at me with nothing but fear
and confusion.
Kelly and Rebecca were huddled together like two frightened little girls, their
collars clipped to the same bracket on the roof of the van as mine. Kelly's
eyes met mine for an instant and I saw the hatred that she felt for me. She
thought I was part of the reason The Mistress was getting rid of her, but I
wasn't so sure. The Mistress did things for her own reasons; she was bored with
Kelly, that wasn't my fault; Kelly should have done more to keep The Mistress
interested in her.
Suddenly the van was plunged into darkness as the door slammed shut. The windows
were blacked out and a partition separated the back of the van from the front,
we sat on the carpeted floor in pitch blackness.
I don't know how long we drove for but it seemed like a long time, maybe an hour
maybe more; and apart from the hum of the engine and the rattling of our chains
the whole trip was taken in absolute silence and total darkness.
When the van stopped and the engine cut out the silence and darkness became
almost unbearable. I felt a great sense of relief when the van door slid open
and light spilled into the back of the van. But as I looked over at Kelly and
Rebecca I saw that their feelings were directly opposite to mine. They wanted
the door to stay shut, they wanted to stay huddled together in the comfort of
the darkness and the warmth of each others bodies.
The large dark skinned man unclipped the chains from our collars and dragged us
from the back of the van. We were inside a huge warehouse with a concrete floor.
Silver highbays suspended from the high roof lit the area with a bright white
light. There must have been close to 30 similar vans parked around us. At the
other end of the warehouse there were rows and rows of BMWs and Mercedes' and
Limousines and all sorts of expensive vehicles.
It was a bizarre scene; men and women wearing expensive suits and dresses;
other women dressed in all sorts of revealing outfits; some in leather; others
in skimpy tops and skirts; others in sheer silk robes; some wearing nothing
except body jewellery.
We were half led half dragged down towards the millions of dollars worth of
luxury vehicles parked at the other end of the warehouse. The Mistress's black
BMW pulled into a parking space with a "reserved" sign and a number painted on
the floor, I can't remember the number;
" Take those two to the display area Kenneth. She's coming with me." The
Mistress took my leash off Kenneth and led me across the warehouse. I walked
behind her as I assumed a slave was suppose to; but no one had told me or taught
me how a slave was suppose to behave in a lot of situations. I still had a lot
to learn.
I watched Kenneth drag Kelly and Rebecca towards a large roller door. Two
large men dressed in Security uniforms watched expressionless as Kenneth slid a
keycard down the slot in an access panel on the wall. An electric motor hummed
and the large roller door groaned and creaked as it slowly lifted. It's hard to
describe the way Kelly and Rebecca looked as Kenneth led them away to whatever
awaited them on the other side of the roller door. Lost, frightened, overawed.
But somehow I knew in amongst all the emotions they were feeling there would
have been an element of arousal. I'd thought about it in the darkness and
silence in the van as we drove. Just the thought of actually being "Sold" had
certainly aroused me, but then, I wasn't the one being sold.
The Mistress stopped in front of a white metal door that looked like one of
those big coolroom doors. Two men who looked like clones of the two who guarded
the roller door watched as she punched some numbers into a keypad on the wall.
There was a click sound and the door slid open to reveal a long enclosed walkway
with plush gold carpet. The sides were lined with white statues of naked women
in all sorts of erotic poses, and exotic flowers hung down in ceramic pots from
the ceiling.
We walked slowly, The Mistress seemed to like the Statues and the incredible
combination of fragrances from all the flowers. Two stunningly attractive Asian
women wearing the garments of Egyptian slave girls bowed gracefully as we
approached. " Welcome to The Society Mistress." They said in harmony as we
passed them and entered what looked like a foyer area.
The foyer opened into a large auditorium or ballroom. There were hundreds of men
in suits and women in expensive Evening Gowns mingling and talking as women in
clear plastic tops and skirts served Champaign from gold trays. There was a
stage in the middle of the room that was lit in such a way that it seemed as if
the stage was floating. On the stage were two elegantly beautiful women with
long black hair wearing sheer white silk gowns. They were seated at two large
white Grand Piano's; the music they played was as beautiful as the women who
played it.
" Good evening Colin." The Mistress said. I suppose I should have been more
surprised than I was, but I was becoming accustomed to the unexpected. Colin is
a man in his mid 40s, tall with short dark hair and a neatly trimmed moustache.
He looked quite good in a Charcoal Amani suit. He is a business associate of my
husbands and we've met socially many times.
" Can I take that for you ?"
" Yes thank you Colin." The Mistress replied as she handed him my leash and
walked across the Ivory Marble floor towards the ballroom. The collar dug into
my neck again as Colin pulled on it and led me towards what looked like a cloak
cupboard. The room was dimly lit and there were at least a dozen other women in
various types of revealing " Slave Girl' outfits with their leashes clipped to
hooks in the low ceiling.
I didn't want to look at Colin so I looked at the faces of the other slaves in
the cramped room as Colin clipped my leash to one of the hooks. I liked the way
they looked. One girl in particular held my gaze. She was very young and she
looked incredible. The contrast of the innocence on her face and in her eyes to
the raw sexuality her scantily dressed body exuded excited me; especially when
she looked at me and smiled.
Suddenly the room was plunged into darkness, the image of the girls face now
only in my mind. I don't know why but I reached down and slid a finger inside
myself and lifted it to my mouth to taste myself; I tasted good; I wanted the
girl in the white G-Sting panties and white top to taste me.
As the image of the girl in white faded I started thinking about what a strange
feeling it was standing there like that with the other women; waiting to be
collected by our owners. Then my thoughts turned to Colin. I'd always known he
fancied me, but it wasn't until I saw the look in his eyes the last time we met
that I realised how much he wanted me sexually.
My husband and I had gone to a nice restaurant for a quiet romantic dinner. I'd
worn a skirt that was so short it barely covered my crotch when I walked; my
husband loves that skirt. Colin and some friends of his were having dinner at
the restaurant. My husband had gone over to their table a few times, and Colin
had come to ours. We stopped at his table again as we were leaving and Colin
jokingly said something about how short my skirt was. I couldn't believe it when
my husband lifted the front of my skirt up for a split second in the middle of
the restaurant for Colin and anybody else who happened to be looking to have a
better look. We'd all been drinking and it was all just a bit of fun, but the
look in Colin's eyes told me how much he wanted to lift my skirt himself.
I laughed as I tried to be angry with my husband for doing what he did but it's
all we talked about in the taxi on the way home. It's all we talked about while
we fucked when we got home; and it was the look in Colin's eyes I saw when I
came with my husbands tongue deep inside me. That all seems such a long time ago
now.
Suddenly the door burst open and the room was illuminated again by the circular
fluorescent light on the ceiling. Colin shut the door behind him and looked at
me. The look on his face and in his eyes told me what he was thinking, what he
wanted.
" I've been waiting a long time for this Lynne." He said in a low voice as he
ran his hands over my shoulders and down to my breasts. He cupped them in his
hands and squeezed them tightly, flicking his thumbs over my nipples. Then he
reached up and unclipped the leash on my collar. He didn't say anything else or
do anything else, he didn't need to, I knew what he wanted me to do.
I kissed and nibbled on his neck and down over his chest and stomach until I was
on my knees with his crotch in front of my face; I could see that he was already
hard. I undid his zipper and pulled his cock out; he wasn't very big, but he was
very hard. I gently licked the head, lapping up the salty pre-cum that dripped
from the eye of his cock, then I licked along the shaft and sucked him into my
mouth.
" Oh God I've been waiting a long time for this...." He said again as I slid his
cock in and out of my mouth. " That's it you fucking little slut!"
I could feel the eyes of the other women in the room on me, and I could see the
girl in white out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly Colin pulled me to my feet;
spun me around; pushed me against the wall; lifted the back of my skirt and
positioned himself between my legs.
It seemed as if I was always wet these days and his cock slid easily inside me;
I pushed my arse out so he could get at me better. Colin fucked me with the
urgency and intensity of a man who had indeed been waiting a long time.
I was just starting to enjoy the feel of his cock pounding in and out of me when
he moaned loudly and came. My body slapped hard against the wall as he fucked me
wildly as his cum spurted inside me. Then he suddenly stopped, let out a low
loud growl and bit me on the neck.
" Next time, I'm going to fuck you up that cute little arse of yours." He
whispered into my ear breathlessly. " Clean this you slut !" He snapped at me
and I knelt down and licked his cock clean. Then he pushed me away and called me
a slut again. He obviously liked calling me a slut; but not as much as I liked
being called a slut.
I got to my feet and straightened my skirt and top and Colin started laughing
quietly. He was laughing at me, but I wasn't sure why. For years I'd been the
respectable wife of a work colleague and in general Colin had treated me with
respect, even though at times the look in his eyes had shown what he'd like to
do with me. Now he'd done that and more and doubtless had other things in mind
for me when the occasion presented itself. I assumed that that is what he was
smugly laughing at; the respectable wife of a colleague who'd shown herself to
be nothing more than a cheap slut. It didn't bother me that that amused him, I
felt no shame in what I was, what I had become.
But when I looked up to show him that I wasn't ashamed of what I was I saw what
he was really laughing at. He was pointing to a little puddle of cum on the
floor where I had knelt down to clean his cock." You're leaking Lynne." He said
still laughing. He told me to lift up the front of my skirt; cum was dripping
out of me and running down the inside of my thighs.
" Clean her up." He said to the girl in white as he unclipped her leash.
" Yes Sir." She answered in a soft sweet voice. Our eyes met for an instant as
she knelt in front of me and started licking up the trickles of cum off the
inside of my thighs, slowly working her way up my legs. I moaned softly as I
felt her tongue on my lips; and I moaned loudly when her tongue suddenly plunged
inside me.
" Don't you get off on this you little slut." Colin said in a mocking tone.
" No Sir." I moaned trying not to enjoy what I was enjoying so much.
" Where's her tongue Lynne ?"
" Inside me....inside my cunt...."
" And what's she doing with her tongue ?"
" She's...she's....licking your cum out of me...."
" You like her tongue inside you, don't you little slut ?"
" Yes !" I panted. He was getting off on watching me trying not to get off; and
he was making it even harder for me not to. I couldn't hold on much longer. " I
think my cunt is clean now Sir, I think she can stop now...."
" What a slut like you thinks doesn't matter Lynne. "
" No Sir...I'm sorry....." All I could do was bite my lip and try not to cum.
The girl in white helped me without Colin knowing. She did as he had told her to
and licked and sucked every drop of his cum from on me and inside me; but she
didn't let her tongue touch my clit. I would not have been able to stop myself
from cumming if she did.
Colin enjoyed watching me squirm with the girls tongue inside me; but he wanted
me to cum; he wanted me to cum without permission and he grew frustrated when I
was able to hold on.
" Did any of my cum drip down the crack of your arse Lynne ?"
" NO !" I answered quickly, I knew what he was thinking. " No Sir it didn't."
" We better make sure." He said with that smirk on his face. He made me turn
around and bend over so the girl in white could get at my arse. I grunted loudly
as her tongue forced it's way inside me there. I'd never had an orgasm from only
anal stimulation before. If Colin hadn't told the girl to stop when he did I
would have had my first one in that way with her sweet young tongue up my arse.
I don't know why Colin stopped her when he did. Was it because he knew I was
going to cum; or was it that he thought I was going to be able to hold on and he
was getting bored? I don't think it mattered to him anyway. He knew how close I
was; he knew the state I was in when he clipped my leash back on; he knew what
he'd done to me; and that obviously pleased him.
The girl in white and I exchanged looks and smiles just as the light went out
and the room was plunged into darkness again. I could hear the other women
breathing and it was only then that I gave them any thought. I'd noticed them
when I first went down on Colin, but hadn't noticed them again until the room
was dark and silent again. That struck me as odd, that I could do all that in
front of these women and forget that they were even there. I laughed quietly at
myself; what wasn't odd or bizarre in this world I'd hope to become a part of ?
I didn't realise that my hand was under my skirt and that I was gently stroking
myself until the door burst open and light spilled into the room again. I
quickly pulled my hand out and tried to hide the evidence on my fingers of what
I'd been doing.
Steven unclipped my leash and the young girl in white's leash from the ceiling
hooks and led us out of the room. Steven is another work associate of my
husbands. He's a big man but not particularly attractive. He has one eye which
is slightly skewed; you notice it the first few times you meet him, but tend to
forget it or not notice after a while; but I noticed it again this time when he
looked at me.
Steven is a really lovely man, friendly, funny, extremely polite; that's
probably why I felt a hint of embarrassment when he looked at me; a sense of
shame that I didn't feel with Colin.
Steven led us across the foyer and down a hall into a long narrow empty room. "
You both think you want to be slaves. You both fantasise and masturbate at the
thought of it; but neither of you as yet fully understand what being a slave
really means. You've both been told that this is not a game, that this is very
very real. Tonight you will learn more about how real it is." This was obviously
a speech Steven had given many times before.
" You will no longer have husbands or boyfriends or lovers. You will have no
friends, no acquaintances, no contact with relatives or anyone other than your
owner and those your owner chooses to share you with. You will no longer have
any possessions, you will be a possession. You will forfeit everything you own
so as you can be owned. Obedience is the only thing that will enable you to
endure what will be done to you. You will have no rights bar one, the right to
be kept alive."
Steven paused for a moment to let his words sink in; I knew everything he said
already, I'd been told many times before. But the way he said it gave an edge to
it that scared me a little.
" You will have no life other than the life your owner chooses for you. As far
as 'normal' society goes it will be as if you no longer exist; it will be as if
you were dead; and there may be times you wished you were."
" You're here because you've met someone in The Society who makes your dirty
little cunts quiver so much you think you want to give yourself to them as their
slave. But ultimately the person you initially give yourself to will tire of you
and bring you here where you will be sold to the highest bidder. That could be a
man or a woman or a group; an Australian or a foreigner. They may be white or
black or coloured, we don't care and neither will you. You will live in Sydney
or Singapore or Seattle or wherever your owner takes you. You will be tortured
and abused and humiliated as a matter of course."
As he spoke an image appeared on the wall at the end of the room; a beam of
bright light hovered over us projecting the image onto the wall, and the sounds
of a woman screaming filled the room.
She was a young brunette woman; she was tied to a post while a large brute of a
man in black whipped her viciously. The whip broke her skin and blood trickled
from red lines that covered her back.
I flinched each time the whip cracked across her body making her scream and beg
for mercy. Then suddenly the whip hung limply in the mans hands and another
woman appeared and untied her. Her face was red and streaked with tears. She
fell to the floor at the mans feet kissing and licking his big leather boots as
she thanked him for whipping her.
Suddenly the image changed and there was a slim sandy Blonde Woman being
forcibly led across a room and bent over a padded stool; her wrists and ankles
were shackled to the floor with heavy chains. All the while she was begging them
not to do this, to do something else with her, anything else but not this. Then
another woman appeared carrying a branding iron. The slave's plea's became
louder and more desperate as the woman got closer. The scream she let out sent
an icy chill up my spine and I had to look away. When I looked back there was a
small "TS" insignia branded on the slaves left shoulder blade.
She was still groaning in pain as the image suddenly changed again. A dark
skinned woman was on her hands and knees crying out in ecstasy as a large
Doberman mounted her unaided from behind and fucked her. The images kept
changing; scene after scene of women being used and abused in the most cruel and
disgusting ways appeared before us. Some of the things I saw I'd already done or
had done to me, some of the things I saw I hadn't.....as yet.
If the images were meant to shock us, to make us re-think what it was we were
doing then they didn't serve their purpose. My already wet cunt was dripping as
the final image faded; and I could tell by the look on the face of the girl in
white that she was as aroused and fascinated by what she had just seen as I was.
" That is your future." Steven said in a deep low voice. " That is a sample of
what awaits you if you do this." The room went silent for a moment.
" I've been waiting a long time too Lynne." Steven said in a very different
voice. He caught me by surprise. I was still imagining myself doing the things
I'd just seen the other women do.
Steven's cock is not particularly long but very thick. It was difficult to get
it in my mouth properly as I knelt in front of him. It was even more difficult
to swallow all of his cum, there was so much of it. His cock just kept pumping
it in my mouth and down my throat faster than I could swallow it, but I did
swallow it, every drop of it.
I cleaned his cock for him and then he left, leaving us alone with our thoughts,
and each other; alone except for the burly security guard who stood with his
back to us on the other side of the open door at the other end of the room.
The girl in white leaned against the wall with her back to the guard and slipped
a hand down the top of her panties. I started to say something but she put the
finger of her other hand against her lips to stop me, gesturing towards the
security guard behind her.
The things that had happened; what she'd seen and what she'd done had left her
as aroused as I was, and she was going to do something about it. She smiled at
me and her eyes lit up as her fingers found the spot. She looked like a naughty
little schoolgirl who was masturbating in front of a girl friend with her
parents in the next room. It was all so natural and innocent in a place that was
so unnatural and debauched.
" You're Mistress is going to spend a lot of time spanking you and whipping
you, you naughty little slut." I thought to myself.
I watched as she masturbated in silence. Her fingers had obviously found her
clitoris as they moved frantically around inside her panties and inside her. I
watched as the expression on her face slowly changed as the pleasure built
inside her. The look on her face was almost enough to make me cum.
I glanced over her shoulder at the Security Guard who still stood with his back
to us in the doorway. The girl in white was close, I could tell. Her hand was
moving faster and her eyes were on fire. She bit her bottom lip and nodded her
head at me; she was going to cum.
" For Christ sake don't make any noise." I thought to myself as I watched her
pleasure herself in silence. She opened her mouth as if to cry out as the first
wave of her orgasm ripped through her, but she didn't make a sound. She closed
her eyes and her face grimaced as if in pain as she rubbed herself faster as her
orgasm grew stronger.
I wanted to hear her cum, I wanted to hear what she sounded like, what sorts of
noises she made, but she made none. Suddenly her eyes sprung open as if jolted
open by what was happening to her. Her mouth was wide open, her head rocking
slightly with each spasm. Then she closed her eyes again and her face lit up in
a mischievous smile as she enjoyed the last moments of her orgasm.
I saw her body relax as she came down from the heights she had taken herself to.
She stood there for a moment, her hand still down her panties but motionless.
Then she pulled her hand out and held her fingers in front of me, they glistened
with her cum and I licked and sucked them clean for her as I watched the
security guard over her shoulder. She tasted as good as she looked.
" Your turn." She only mouthed the words but I understood her. I shook my head.
" No. I can't." I said without speaking, but she just smiled at me with that
enchanting smile of hers and nodded her head.
" Yes. You can." The Security Guard turned his head and gave us a curt and
disinterested glance; but we hadn't made a sound.
We swapped positions when he turned away, me with my back to him this time. "
No...I can't." I mouthed the words again but my hand was reaching up under my
skirt as I did.
I looked into the girl in white's eyes as my fingers moved between the slippery
folds of flesh between my legs. I grunted softly when my finger brushed over my
clit. Her eyes shot from mine to the Security Guard behind me then back to my
eyes. He mustn't have moved because she smiled at me and nodded for me to try
again.
I gritted my teeth to try to hold in the noises I wanted to make as I slid a
finger inside myself. The girl in white looked over my shoulder again and nodded
for me to keep going. It wasn't going to take much to make myself cum, I knew
that, I just didn't know if I could cum in silence the way she had. But the look
on her face, the way she encouraged me to keep going with her eyes made it seem
that I would cum in silence. It was too late for me to stop now anyway.
I pushed my thumb hard against my clit and fucked myself with my finger. I soon
felt it begin to swell inside me, felt it getting closer. The girl in white
looked so young, so pretty, so innocent. I wanted so badly to cum looking at her
and I wanted her to watch me cum. I motioned for her to check the Security Guard
one more time before I let myself cum. She looked over my shoulder, smiled at me
with those eyes of hers and nodded her head that it was safe to cum.
" You should have learnt by now not to trust anyone except your Mistress Lynne."
Steven's deep voice startled me. I spun around and saw him glaring at me, then I
looked back at the girl in white.
" You Fucking Bitch !" I screamed at her. Steven pulled my hand out from under
my skirt. " Please let me cum..." I begged him, my mind was racing I didn't know
what was happening, but I did know I was going to cum. I fought with him to
free my hand so I could finish myself off; but he held my arms tightly, and
glared into my eyes. " You fucking bitch !" I yelled at her again as a ripple of
pleasure ran through me and quickly faded.
I don't know how long we stood there like that, with Steven holding me tightly
by the wrists. Eventually my mind began to clear, my body still ached for the
pleasure that I'd been denied by her betrayal, but I was in control again. " I'm
sorry, please I'm sorry..."
Steven's eyes were cold and unresponsive. " Your Mistress will be informed of
this."
" Please don't tell her, please....." I stopped begging him because I could see
it would achieve nothing. The young girl in white had a smug look on her face
when I looked back at her. I didn't understand how she could betray me like
that. " You fucking bitch !" I mumbled again. But no one was listening, no one
cared.
" Whatever you do, don't fuck up tonight Lynne." Monica had said. I trusted her,
she hadn't betrayed me, or had she ? I didn't understand anything anymore;
except what Steven had just said about not trusting anyone except my Mistress. I
could only hope that I hadn't learnt that lesson too late.
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