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LYNN’S TRAINING
Chapter Three
Lynn finds herself trailing the Dom thru the familiar maze of hallways, the whimpering blonde led between them. Approaching the entrance to the main parlor, even thru the thick oak, double doors, she can hear the anticipating audience.
Turning to face Lynn, the Mistress grips the taut ropes embedded in the blonde’s breasts, like a leash, twisting, forcing her to stop beside the doors.
“Lynn, I’ll meet you across the hall in a few minutes.” Pointing toward a similar, though single doorway, she adds. “Wait in there for me; I’m going to prepare our slave for her session!”
Glancing across the hallway, the crop twitching in her lowered hand, Lynn’s eyebrows raise as she nods, steps toward the single oak door. Reaching for the knob, with an appreciative smile, she simply mutters. “Yes Mistress.”
Entering the room, she hears the other door opening, closing behind her, along with the scattered murmurs of the anticipating audience, getting their first view of the evening’s presentation.
Absorbing, soaking in this unexpected experience as she slowly closes the door behind her, she realizes it’s actually a suite, usually, exclusively the Mistress’ domain.
Glancing around at the obviously tasteful, expensive furnishings, she’s taken by the room off to the side. It’s wide entrance completely open, with an extravagant monitor system mounted on its far wall, it’s only other furnishings are several oversize recliners. Kind of out of place for the atmosphere of the rest of the suite, Lynn thinks to herself as she walks around, glancing at pictures, furnishings, things the Dom obviously likes to collect.
Walking into the room with the video equipment, she momentarily sits in one of the recliners, leans back, feels how comfortable it is, stands back up, her thoughts skipping to the disks lining the shelf below the screen. Walking over, noticing they’re categorized alphabetically, she notices several toward the middle are labeled with her name, dates, and numbered sessions. Obviously, her training’s been documented for prosperity, she smirks sarcastically.
Reflexively recalling the sessions, wondering about her part in tonight’s proceedings, the selected group watching, she feels her heart again thumping with anticipation. Unable to stand still, the time slowly ticking by, she continues to pace. Waiting, thinking, half excited, nervous, she’s anticipating what’s in store for the evening. Glancing around, she’s taken by the view of her own reflection in a full length mirror in the far corner.
Again she feels the flutter, the stirring inside her. Stepping slowly toward it, the crop reflexively flipping against the palm of her hand, she watches her breasts rising, lowering, stuffing the patent leather brassiere, matching stiletto boots, thigh high, beginning just below the garter belt.
Continuing to be struck by her own reflection, twisting her waist, her eyes lower downward toward the sides of her hips, the light reflecting off the barely visible folds of her puffy labia, engulfing the thong panty, more like a G-string, disappearing between the bottom of her visible butt cheeks, into the spread slit topping her legs. Slowly tracing the tip of her tongue around her still bright red lips, arching her shoulders back, letting her braided strand of brown hair flick across her shoulder, she can’t hold back her smile.
Hearing the door opening, she jerks, turns.
“Well, she’s been prepared, Lynn.” The Dom states while shutting the door behind her, momentarily staring. Turning her back, stepping toward the garden window on the outside wall, pulling the drape aside, nodding, smiling, she adds with a sarcastic tone. “Like the view?”
“Eh… I… I didn’t look out the window, yet.” Lynn answers, taking a step toward the Dom, turning from the mirror.
“I know, I wasn’t talking about the window!” The Dom retorts, with a slight smile, glancing up and down at Lynn’s body, stuffed in that outfit.
“Ohh! Yes Mam!” Lynn, lowering her eyes, feeling the warmth spreading across her face, sheepishly answers.
“Good!” The Dom retorts, stepping toward the monitor room. “I’m sure everyone else will too! Now, come with me, over here.
Following, watching the Dom set on the edge of a recliner, Lynn stops, stands beside her.
“Sit!” The Dom nods, patting the seat next to her. “Here!”
“Yes Mistress.” Lynn answers, lowering her eyes, sitting, also on the edge of the recliner, turning, facing her.
“When you came here a couple months ago.” The Dom begins. “You spent a full week.”
Nodding her head in agreement, looking up, Lynn mutters. “Ye… Yes?”
“Your training was intense; sometimes I’m sure you thought severe! Correct?” The Dom still nodding in the affirmative, staring into Lynn’s eyes, adds.
“Yes Mistress, yes!” Lynn, again glancing down, answers.
“When I received the call from your Master, I was at first surprised. Then somewhat intrigued he would want you to get the taste of being a Dominatrix.” The Dom continues while placing her right hand on Lynn’s left knee. “Any thoughts on why? He still wants you as a submissive too?” The Dom asks, again staring directly into those big brown eyes.
“Yes, ohh yes Mistress!” Lynn answers. “I mean I’m still his submissive…”
The Dom breaks in. “ And, and he’s going to? To bring your sister to, to stay with you?!”
“Yes Mistress!” Lynn nods, again lowering her eyes.
Leaning back, smiling, the Dom starts to ask. “To be….”
“Yes Mistress. She’s also going to be a submissive!” Lynn adds.
“And you?” The Dom pries.
“He’s going to want to have her trained too, and I guess have me do things to her!” Lynn blurts. “I mean, with him, I think that’s what he wants!”
“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.” The Dom grins. “That’s also pretty much what I think!”
A moment of silence, the Dom again pats Jodi’s knee. “Well, then we need to get to work, don’t we?”
“Yes Mistress. Yes!” Lynn eagerly nods.
“Okay, listen carefully. Like I said, you thought I was severe with you initially, but let me ask you something.
“Okay?” Lynn answers.
“All your punishment you endured, did you receive any real, permanent damage of any kind?” The Dom asks, continuing. “I mean anything that scarred, disfigured you in any way, anything that took more then a couple days or so to really heal?
“No, no Mistress.” Lynn answers. “Everything got better in a day or two.”
Leaning toward Lynn, once again glancing into her eyes, she adds. “That’s right! That’s what this talk is all about! Now listen to me, when we go across the hall, you’re going to be using that crop on Amy!
“Yes Mistress!” Lynn retorts. “Yes!”
“I know your feelings for her. I don’t want any harsh damage! Understand?!”
“Ohh, yes Mistress, I do! I understand.” Lynn nods. I… I promise!”
Standing, turning, the Dom smirks. “Ohh, by the way, you’re be with me for the entire weekend. Tonight’s your turn to use the whip.’”
“Yes, yes Mistress?” Lynn nods, questions.
“Well, just to let you know, your Master left me a list of some of your discretions since we last saw each other. Tomorrow, and maybe the next day, you’re be receiving a refresher course from me. One of the sessions will be most unusual, understand?”
Face flushing, eyes lowering, Lynn softly mutters. “Yes Mistress, Master kinda let me know on the way here this evening that I was to be punished!”
“Oh, really! Well good then, but I bet you haven’t the foggiest idea what he wants done! But then, I notice you saw the discs on the shelf there. I bet you saw yours too, didn’t you?”
“Yes, yes Mistress.” Lynn answers, glancing toward the shelf.
“Well, I have every session I‘ve had with you, and there’s going to be more, starting tomorrow!” The Dom smiles while stepping toward the door. “Anyway, let’s go meet your audience, most of the important members are in attendance tonight. Now, let’s go and give Amy her due!”
Following the Dom across the hall, heart thumping in her chest, Lynn enters the familiar parlor, notices the eyes, turning, focusing on her, away from the podium in the center of the room where the blonde’s being exhibited.
Spreading, stepping aside, the substantial audience becomes mixed with quite murmurs, admiring Lynn’s incredible erotic look, more naked then not, anticipating the exhibition at hand as the Dom leads her into the heart of the room. Stopping in front of the podium, the Dom nods while turning toward Lynn. “Well, what do you think? Go ahead… Check her out… Inspect her!”
“Yes Mistress!” Lynn answers, a smugness in her voice, trying to disregard the Dom’s talk about tomorrow, sure she can handle whatever it is. Now excited by the favorable stares, comments muttered throughout the group, she takes a closer look up toward the blonde, at the same time, letting the audience get a better view of herself.
Slowly circling, beside, behind the podium, the whip reflexively flipping across the palm of her open hand, she immediately realizes the blonde’s bondage has been rearranged as she’s exhibited above her, tiptoeing precariously on the podium, trembling, her arms crisscrossed behind her head, her wrists tied together, up behind her neck, connected to a rope stretching down from the ceiling.
Stepping on around, slowly, pacing her self, Lynn glances up toward the reddened, swollen face, the tear filled eyes staring straight ahead, toward the doors.
Glancing toward her chest, Lynn notices the purplish welts circling the bare breasts, thrust out, discolored, bruised, the ropes removed. The rest of her body’s twitching, glistening, completely naked, and ready for her turn with the whip.
“Well Lynn.” The Dom breaks the silence. “I think our guests are ready, would you like to ask our slave if she is?”
Turning her head, facing the Dom, Lynn smirks, nods. “Yes Mistress, okay!”
Turning her head back, looking up toward the blonde’s eyes, Lynn, raising her voice, trying to sound authoritative, blurts. “Ready, ready to be whipped, slave!”
“Ohhh! Yes, yes Mistress, if you wish!” The blonde’s voice quivering, obediently answers back in the positive, knowing she has too, tears welling, voice lowering.
Lynn hears the words, excited, heart pounding, feeling a rush, glances toward the Dom.
“Okay!” The Dom directs, glancing back and forth between her pair of submissives. “Start with a half dozen across her ass, then a couple each across her nipples, and lets see, round out the even dozen with a couple wherever you want between her legs!”
“Oh yes Mistress!” Lynn enthusiastically answers, stepping toward the podium, glaring toward the blonde’s pleading eyes, remembering her eagerness when the role was reversed a few weeks ago.
The audience forms a semicircle in anticipation as the Dom steps a couple steps toward the rear of the podium, nodding. “Turn her ass, Lynn. Let everyone have a view.”
“Yes Mistress. Turn around slave, push that ass out!” Lynn commands, for the first time hearing her own voice, authoritative voice, making a command. Liking the sound, she adds. “Show everyone that ass getting whipped, slave!”
“Yes, yes Mistress!” The blonde nervously answers, twisting, turning, pushing her trembling butt cheeks out, and closing her eyes.
Again hearing “Mistress” muttered, Lynn can’t hold back a sadistic grin, enjoying every moment, the crop slowly rising in her right hand.
“Swish… Thwack!… Swish… Thwack!… Swish… Thwack!… Swish… Thwack!!!” Leaning toward the podium, lashing out, breasts bulging from the tightening brassiere, Lynn flicks the crop, snapping it back and forth, slashing across the thrust out rounded rumps, each lashing sinking into the soft, quivering tissue, leaving instant thin red welts forming a couple, lazy “X’s” one across each butt cheek.
“Agghhhh… Oomph… Oooohhhh!!… Agghhhh!” Each agonizing sequential screech is followed by a rasping breath as the blonde jerks her hips, twists her neck while squints her eyes tightly shut to block the paining
“Easy Lynn!” The Dom, stepping in between, scolds while raising her hand, blocking the next lashing. “Relax, that’s already four!”
“Oh, okay, yes Mistress!” Lynn excitedly answers, already feeling perspiration tracing across her heaving, practically exposed breasts, trickling down from her armpits, the thong pinching between her exposed butt cheeks. “Sorry, sorry Mistress, I’ll slow down!” She adds, heart pounding, hearing a few favorable comments from behind her, the group obviously taken by her enthusiasm.
“Now, two more.” The Dom nods. “How ’bout across the small of her back, the crack pf her butt, right there!” She points with her index finger, actually touching the glistening flesh. “Maybe another “X” will do!”
“Yes Mistress.” Swish… Thwack! Practically without hesitating, the crop flicks from right to left, the tip snapping across the right side of the blonde’s arching back, the rest of the willowy leather glancing down across the dimple above her left butt cheek.
“Ummphh!” A grunting squeal as the blonde jerks her head downward, sideways across her sternum, between her swaying breasts, the pain sharper against her bare back as the crop leaves more of a narrow bruise then a welt.
“Swish… Thwack!” “Aaaggghhh!” A backhanded swing, another squeal, the “X” is completed, a tad smaller; a little crooked, but hopefully as the Dom wished.
Stepping back, lowering the crop in one hand, Lynn smugly adjusts the top of her brassiere back into place over her overflowing breasts, partially exposed areolas, and tugs the thong down from the split of her slit. Glancing toward the Mistress, back toward some of the audience’s comments, she steps back toward the blonde’s jerking backside.
Smiling, tapping the crop against the bare rump, Lynn firmly orders. “Turn around slave, let them watch me whip those titties next!”
The blond begins to slowly turn, tugging downward on the taut rope, stretching it from the ceiling behind her crossed arms.
“Now!” Lynn orders, tapping the tip of the crop across the left butt cheek. “Now!”
Swinging around toward the room, head still down, breasts jerking, swaying toward her sides, the blonde’s entire body quivers with agonizing anticipation as she stares vacantly toward the floor.
Positioning herself to the podium’s right, Lynn again glances toward the Dom, gets the affirmative nod, flicks the crop backhanded. “Smack!”
“Gaaaadddd!!!” Shrieking, twisting, head jerking backwards, the blonde’s left breast jerks toward her armpit, bounces back across her chest, slapping against her right breast. “Oooohhhh, God!”
Reaching up, sliding the tip of the crop under the assaulted titflesh, Lynn lifts shoves upwards, giving a good view of the bright red welt already rising across the front of the blonde’s spreading, glistening breast, the stripe centered across her shriveled areola.
Letting the breast drop, she flicks the crop. “Swish… Smack!” “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!” Another scream as the forehand lands across the same breast, again an instant welt, again a primitive “X” across her tortured flesh.
Shaking, knees bending, arms crossed, stretched above her in the creaking rope, the blonde’s chin scrapes across her sternum, between her quivering breasts as she rasps for breath. The audience, rather reticent, absorb the scene of the one beautiful submissive lashing the other, one naked, the other practically naked.
Stepping around the podium, each lashing has brought flashbacks for Lynn as she recalls stroke for stroke, the blonde’s eagerness when their roles were reversed with the crop. That thought in mind, looking up toward the perspiring, twisting body, the crop snaps back and forth again… And again. “Swish… Thwack… Swish… Smack!!”
“Aggghhhhhh…Aggghhhhhh!!” A couple more rasping screams coincide with the quick backhand, forehand, the blonde’s naked body spinning a semicircle, her right breast flailing, bouncing, the crop leaving another red “X” this one buried into her right areola, nipple, the edges of her surrounding tit flesh.
Stepping toward the side, Lynn lets the audience get a clear view of her handiwork, the sniveling blonde’s tortured body jerking, twisting above them, crisscrossed with the red welts. Two lashings left.
Glancing toward the Dom, Lynn asks. “Can we bend her over Mistress, spread her legs real wide?!”
Staring back , nodding, barely smiling, the Dom steps onto the podium, unfastens the rope hanging from the ceiling, forces the startled blonde’s head downward by the back of her neck. Turning her on the podium, the Dom faces the audience, slides the blonde’s head further downward until the tops of her elbows scrape the floor. Pushing her knees against the back of the blonde’s head, gripping the backs of the blonde’s thighs, she forces the feet to spread, the butt cheeks to rear upward toward the crowd, her clit protruding from her starkly exposed slit.
“Like this?” The Dom nods toward Lynn, who’s obviously surprised.
Feeling her heart thumping, eyeing that target, at the startled upturned beat red face close to the floor, Lynn barely mutters. “Yes Mistress, perfect!”
“Go ahead, anywhere, your choice!” The Dom scoffs above the murmurs of the intent crowd.
Positioning herself just to the left of the spread thighs, Lynn rears the crop back in her right fist, flicks it downward, directly in line with the crease of the blonde’s butt cheeks. “Crack!”
“Aggghhhhhh!!!” Jerking, bucking, tiptoeing, the blonde’s screech echo’s from between her spasmodic legs. A bright red welt instantly rises from the small of her back, disappearing in the flesh separating her moist orifices.
Holding tight, the Dom can feel the ripple of the blonde’s thigh muscles across her hands, arms, the quivering shoulder muscles pressing across her legs.
“One more, Lynn… As hard as you want this one time, anywhere you want. Personally, I’d suggest the clit! Go ahead!” The Dom orders as she grips tighter, spreads the blonde’s hips, watching the flexing crop.
“Yes Mistress, Lynn evilly grins, taking a moment to kneel, glance into the blank, dilated pupils of the blonde’s glassy eyes.
Leaning closer, between the arched, quivering legs; Lynn presses her face next to the blonde’s ear, practically under her breath, whispers. “I’ve been saving this one since my first night here!… When you beat my breasts raw!… This one’s going to split your clit, bitch!”
Eyes locking, Lynn grins, that same grin, slips her forefinger slowly, softly down between the blonde’s spread butt cheeks, circles the quivering clit, and gives it a flick.
“Ready?!” She asks, griping the crop firmly in her left fist, leaning back.
Flexing, bowing it’s tip back with her other hand, all the way back until she can feel the very tip scrapping her left wrist, she wait’s a moment, releases it. “Swisssshhh!… Thwaaacckk!!!”
“Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh!!!… Aaaaaagggghhhhh!!!… Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!! Screaming, contorting, thrashing, the blonde’s tortured body spasms in the Dom’s grip. Noticeable gasps rise from the audience, mostly women’s, mixing with the blonde’s animalistic shrieks.
Specks of blood flick across Lynn’s cheek, chin as she can’t help staring at the sight of the blonde’s pulsing vulva, her slit expanding, contracting, the bud of her clit engorged, oozing blood down her sweat drenched inner thighs.
“Help me Lynn!” The Mistress calmly orders. Lynn acknowledges, dropping the crop, quickly jumping up on the stage, grabbing the blonde’s right arm, shoulder, helping support her limp weight while the Dom positions herself to the blonde’s left.
Barely conscious, tears crisscrossing her cheeks, the blonde’s head hangs across her sternum as she’s helped off the podium.
Gazing down across Lynn’s chest, the Dom smirks. “You know your breast’s hanging out?!
Glancing down, Lynn notices her right breast’s completely exposed, the nipple hard, swollen, jiggling free, the bra twisted, tugged beneath her firm globe.
Catching some expressions among the separating crowd, she feels the thong also riding up between her slit, baring her butt cheeks, and more. It seems most of the looks; the stares are toward her as they walk the blonde toward the double doors. Glancing back toward the Dom, sheepishly grinning, she retorts. “So what, if it pleases ‘em!”
End Part Three
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