LYNNE: CHAPTER 30. THE CONTEST PART 3.
" Well, my little whores. How much money did you make for me."
We passed The Mistress our envelopes and she had Monica count the money.
" Kristy has $240 more than Lynne Mistress." Kristy's face lit up.
" Another point for you Kristy." The Mistress said patting her on the head
affectionately. Then she grabbed a handful of Kristy's hair and pulled her
towards her. Kristy screamed out in fright as much as in pain.
" How did you make your money little whore ?"
" As a Lap dancer Mistress and a..... "
" And how were you told to make your money? What were you told to be.?" The
Mistress's voice was low and angry.
" A Waitress Mistress, a Topless Waitress......" The Mistress threw her to the
floor. " You disobedient little whore."
The point was mine. From what I could figure out Kristy was still a point ahead
of me. But this contest was far from over. If Kristy kept fucking up like this
I'd win easily. The Mistress was absolutely furious with her, again. We
showered in separate bathrooms and changed into our little white Slave Girl
outfits and were taken to our cages. It was early morning, and as I lay on my
bunk it occurred to me that women like us are nocturnal creatures, we sleep
through the day and are brought out at night to be used. I was tired; too tired
to get in another bitch session with Kristy." You're a stupid fucking slut
Kristy." I said dismissively, and rolled over so I wouldn't have to look at her.
I drifted off to sleep listening to Kristy sob quietly as she lay curled up on
her bunk. I woke again to the sting of Monica's crop. " Get up slut." She
snarled as she hit me on the thighs and arse. Then she went into Kristy's cage.
Kristy was awake and sitting on her bunk, enjoying the sound of the crop on my
arse; enjoying watching me squirm and hearing me squeal.
" Hi Monica." Kristy said, her eyes full of lust. The passionate expression on
Kristy's face was one I knew well. It was the way she used to look at when we
were lovers; but that all seemed such a long time ago now.
" Get on the floor you stupid slut." Monica snapped at her.
" What...."
Monica pulled Kristy off her bunk by her hair and threw her onto the floor. "
Get on your knees when you're told to you fucking whore."
" Yes Miss..." Kristy said, frightened by the look in Monica's eyes. Monica made
Kristy kneel down and stick her arse up in the air. Kristy groaned each time the
leather tip of the crop bit into the soft skin of her arse.
" You fucked up again, you stupid fucking slut." Monica yelled as she whipped
her. " Don't fuck up again Kristy."
" I won't Miss, I'm sorry." Kristy squealed as the crop hit her 15 or 20 times
in rapid stinging blows. " Thank you for punishing me miss. I deserve to be
punished." The crop had left its mark all over her arse. Kristy felt the
leather tip running gently over her skin. It struck her with one more loud
stinging blow; then Monica held it menacingly in front of her face.
" Kiss it." Kristy ran her tongue over the leather tip and sucked it into her
mouth. " You'll be spending a lot of time on your knees with your arse up in the
air if you fuck up again Kristy."
" I won't fuck up again Miss." Kristy said as her tongue flicked at the leather
tip. " I promise I won't let you down again....And if I win the contest and the
Mistress keeps me I will always be yours too. I promised you that and I meant it
Miss. I'll be yours to do with as you please if I win. You'll have your own
personal slave when the Mistress isn't using us."
" Shut up you stupid slut." Monica snapped as she hit Kristy on the outside of
her thigh. Kristy swore from the pain. " I won't fuck up again Miss I promise, I
won't fuck up again.... " I watched Kristy pleading to be forgiven and for the
whipping to stop.
She'd offered to be Monica's 'slave on the side' if she won. My first thought
was to tell the Mistress; but they'd both deny it and I would be punished. There
was nothing I could do about it. But it left me wondering what other tricks the
little slut was playing to win the contest.
We were given food: rice and water; and our birth control pills and then taken
to separate bathrooms where we showered and prepared ourselves as instructed. We
would be given three more opportunities to show the Mistress how much money we
could make for her; but she had some other things in mind for us first.
We were both dressed in our little white Slave Girl outfits and wore silver
studded red dog collars around our throats. Monica shackled us together with a
chain that was clipped to our collars .
The chain that joined us was only a few feet long, so we had no option but to
sit closer together in the back of the van than either of us wanted to. It was
strange how the love and passion I had for Kristy had so quickly turned to such
a passionate hatred. We said little to each other as we drove along, apart from
exchanging a few insults and bold claims of how we were better than the other
and would win the contest.
We were taken to a huge three story house somewhere. There were 60 or 70 very
ordinary looking people having a very ordinary party in a big screened-in
enclosure at the back of the house; there were breathtaking views out over the
Harbour. Everybody was dressed in smart casual clothing: Jeans, slacks, open
collared shirts, denim skirts. It was all very normal: Load music, people
dancing, others standing in groups talking and laughing.
It was a catered party; three very plain looking women in knee length Yellow
uniforms with their hair tied back in pony-tails served drinks and finger food
to the guests.
The only unusual thing about this party were the two women in a corner of the
large screened enclosure. Kristy and I were standing side by side in heavy steel
trays about 4'X4' and about 6 inches deep. Our ankles were shackled to the sides
of the trays forcing us to stand with our legs spread very wide apart. Our arms
were cuffed at the wrists and pulled up high above our heads with rusty chains
attached to a beam in the ceiling. We were stretched as far as we could be
without cutting off the circulation in our hands; and we were still shackled
together by the chain clipped to our collars. Neither of us could move.
The Mistress glided across the room towards us. She looked incredible in a pair
of tight black jeans and a skimpy black top, no bra, and high heeled black
shoes. Her long blonde hair gently swayed from side to side as she walked. I
felt myself getting moist just watching her. She is the most sexually stunning
woman I've ever seen.
" Having fun my little sluts ?" She said smiling as she sipped on a glass of
Champaign.
" Yes thank you Mistress." Kristy replied, as awe struck with the Mistress's
intense aura of sexuality as I was. The blood drained from Kristy's face just
looking at her.
" You didn't answer me Lynne ?" The Mistress said, knowing the reason why.
" I'm sorry Mistress, but you look so beautiful I....."
" I'm not interested in the opinion of a cheap whore like you Lynne. But it does
give me pleasure knowing that both of your husbands find me attractive. Far more
attractive than the women they married."
She was right, and Kristy and I both knew it. We weren't fit to be in the same
room as her. Women like us could only ever serve a woman like her.
" You're here tonight for two reasons. One: To provide an amusing side show for
the guests at this party. And Two: To attempt to gain a point in the contest
which has made you each others enemy." She paused for a moment, and ran her
fingers through her hair. " Which of you will hold out the longest for me?"
" Which of you will hold it in the longest for me ?"
Two of the waitresses with pony-tails walked over and stood in front of us. "
Are you thirsty ?" The Mistress asked in a sarcastic tone.
" Yes Mistress." We said, almost together. The waitresses both carried plastic
cups with red straws in them. They held the cups up to our mouths and we sucked
on the straws till the cups were empty. The Mistress smiled at us and walked
away; Kristy and I both stared at her with passion in our eyes as we watched
the way her body moved.
The women threw the empty cups at our feet in the metal trays in which we were
standing. They returned regularly with cups of cold water with straws in them,
each time Kristy and I sucked on the straws until the cups were empty, and the
empty cups were thrown in our trays.
The people at the party had shown little interest in Kristy and I initially. It
was as if seeing two women wearing tiny little white skirts and see through silk
tops; chained to a beam in the ceiling and standing in metal trays was a common
occurrence. Perhaps to these people it was.
But by the time there were 4 empty cups in our trays, we attracted a lot more
attention. People came over and looked at us and talked about us. Some liked
Kristy more than me, others preferred me. But they all ended up asking each
other, which of us would wet ourselves first.
Two men had stood in front of us drinking beer, looking at us, talking about us
and having a friendly argument about which of us would: " Fill our tray first."
" The bigger one will hold out longer, obviously." One of them said pointing at
me. " She's a slightly larger build, so she can hold more."
" Oh Bullshit." The other one said. " Look at her. She looks like she's ready to
piss her panties now."
" I don't think they wear pants." His friend added laughing. He lifted up the
front of my skirt and the other man lifted up the front of Kristy's skirt. " No
panties on this one." The man holding up Kristy's skirt said. " I hope that's
cunt juice dripping out of you." He added laughing again.
" Yes Sir," Kristy said quickly. " It's just my cunt juice Sir."
" No panties on this one either." The one holding my skirt up said. " But look
at the size of her cunt. She's going to be a real gusher. I suggest everybody
stands back when this one pisses herself." They both laughed loudly.
" I still reckon that one will fill her tray first." The man in front of Kristy
said looking at me." I tell you what, I'll bet you $1000 that that one pisses
herself first."
" You're on." The other man said. " Don't let me down bitch." He said to me in a
threatening tone.
" I'll do my best Sir." Was all I could say and I wished I'd never said it. They
both laughed at me and repeated what I said in mocking voices.
" Excuse me Sir." One of the waitresses with the pony tails said. " It's time
for them to have another drink." She spoke like a slave.
" No worries." The man said and they stood back and watched us suck the straws
in the plastic cups until the cups were empty and thrown into our trays.
The men wandered away. " You've both been in similar positions to this before,
haven't you?" A woman said from behind us, she sounded familiar. Kelly looked
different when she moved and stood in front of us. She was naked except for a
heavy leather thing with padlocks on it around her crotch and arse.
" Kelly. What are you doing here?" Kristy asked, she sounded very pleased to see
Kelly again.
" This house belongs to the woman I belong to." Kelly answered with a glint in
her eyes as she looked at Kristy. " I've missed you Kristy."
" I've missed you too." There was a pause as the two women looked at each other.
" What's that?" Kristy asked looking at the thing around Kelly's body.
" It's a chastity belt. My Mistress makes me wear it all the time. I'm not aloud
to cum. I haven't had an orgasm since she bought me." Her voice shook when she
said it. " But my Mistress loves denying me pleasure, and my role is to please
my Mistress."
Kelly's expression suddenly changed and she smiled. " But I was cleaning your
Mistress's shoes when she arrived and she told me that my Mistress is not
satisfied with me. I don't appeal to her anymore. She thinks I'm too butch, too
obviously a dyke. She wants to sell me and get a more feminine woman. And as it
turns out your Mistress was going to sell Colleen. Apparently Colleen disobeyed
the Mistress and masturbated without permission. Some bitch dobbed her in to the
Mistress." Kelly didn't acknowledge me when she said it. She ignored me the
whole time. Her attention was focused on Kristy.
" So...." Kelly said with a grin. " They're going to swap us. Your Mistress said
she'd give me one more chance. I've learnt my lesson. I'll never disappoint her
again. So, as long as this is not all just a game they're playing with me; I'll
be coming back tomorrow, and Colleen will take my place here."
" I hope they're not just amusing themselves with all this Kelly." Kristy said.
" I hope you are back in the cage room with us tomorrow."
" So do I Kristy." Kelly said running her hand over the heavy leather chastity
belt. " Colleen can endure the agony of never being allowed to cum. I can't take
it much longer."
" What are you doing Kelly?" The Mistress asked angrily from behind her.
" Nothing Mistress." Kelly answered nervously. " What can I do to please you
Mistress?" She added bowing her head submissively..
" You can do as you were told. Stand over there, watch these two whores and let
everyone know if you think one them is going to wet themselves."
" Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Kelly backed away with her head bowed and
stood off to the side in front of us to watch us.
The two waitresses appeared again and we drank the cold water through the
straws; the empty cups were thrown in our trays. There were seven empty cups in
each of our trays now. I decided not to look down to see how many there were
anymore. I thought it would be better not to know.
Kelly watched us for any sign that one of us couldn't hold on any longer, and
the waitresses with the Pony Tails kept bringing us cups of cold water. The
people at the party were watching us more closely now. A small group were
standing in front of us discussing which of us would piss ourselves first.
" This one looks like she could wet herself any minute." A young attractive red
headed woman said, looking at Kristy. " She's got that look about her." She
added, snaking her finger down Kristy's stomach. " You need to, don't you little
whore ?"
" Yes Miss." Kristy said softly.
" What do you need to do little whore ?"
" I need to piss myself Miss." The look on Kristy's face was one of desperation.
I didn't think she'd be able to hold on much longer either. The way they had us
tied up, with our legs spread wide apart and our arms pulled up high above our
heads made it even harder to hold it in.
I hadn't been looking at how many empty cups were in our trays. I'd been trying
to think about something else; anything else. Anything to take my mind off what
I so desperately needed to do.
I'd been fantasising that I'd won the contest; that I was the Mistress's slave
kneeling at her feet in my little Red Slave Girl outfit. In my fantasy the
Mistress chose me to take to her bedroom to pleasure her in private. But the Red
head who was teasing Kristy brought me back from where my mind had taken me.
The urge to go was suddenly much more urgent, and the strain to hold it in so
much more difficult. Every muscle in my stomach and crotch was visibly tensed to
try and control my body, to try and stop it from doing what it needed to do. I
didn't think I could hold it in much longer.
Two of the waitresses with the pony tails and yellow uniforms excused themselves
as they worked their way through the crowd in front of us. They were carrying
big plastic buckets in each hand. They didn't look at us as they each tipped one
of the buckets into the metal trays Kristy and I we were standing in. The sound
of the water hitting the metal was tormenting, almost agonising to listen to. I
was overwhelmed with the urge to let out what they were making me hold in.
I tried closing my eyes to block everything out but it just made the sound of
the water pouring into the trays seem even louder. I couldn't help it, I looked
down and watched the water running like a little wave across the bottom of my
tray. I made little whimpering noises when the water ran over my feet; it was so
cold. Then I saw all the plastic cups riding on the crest of the wave; there
were so many empty cups.
It was even worse when the women poured another four buckets of freezing water
into each of our trays. The sound of water splashing on water was even more
torturous; as was the sensation of the water running up my legs. It was ankle
deep when they finished pouring the last bucket.
I looked over at Kristy. She was in agony too; mental as well as physical.
Simple things can be so cruel. These people understood how to be cruel.
I think everybody at the party was now standing around in an arc in front of us;
looking at us; discussing which of us would wet ourselves first. They obviously
sensed that one of us was going to disgrace ourselves very soon.
" They're stubborn little bitches." A tall dark skinned woman said. She had
beautiful long jet-black hair that fell down below her waist. " I think they
need more to drink. A lot more." A sea of faces watched us as we drank 3 more
cups of cold water, one straight after the other.
" Count the cups." The dark skinned woman said.
" Yes Miss." Kristy and I replied in desperate panting voices. We glanced at
each other. It was a cool night but Kristy had beads of perspiration on her
forehead and cheeks; her face was red. It was obvious she was really struggling
to hold it in now. I was just as desperate to let it out as she was; but I was
determined to hold on longer than she could.
We looked down and started counting the empty cups as they floated and bobbed
around in the water.
" 20 Miss. " My voice was little more than a whisper.
" 22 Miss." Kristy's voice was trembling.
" One of you sluts have miscounted." The dark skinned woman said, enjoying every
moment of our humiliation and suffering. " Count them again."
" Who the fuck are you anyway Bitch !" I said to myself. " Yes Miss." I said to
her. It was so hard not to just let it out and wet myself right there and then
as I tried to count the cups. I counted 21 this time, Kristy counted 22.
" Stupid sluts can't even count." Someone in the crowd said. The dark skinned
woman smiled and looked at us. " I think they're a bit.....distracted at the
moment."
Two of the waitresses with the pony tails and yellow uniforms appeared in front
of us again. Kristy made a strange noise and everybody looked at her. I nearly
wet myself at that instant, I only just managed to hold it in. Kristy's face was
contorted into an almost orgasmic expression.
" She's gunna blow." Some one said in the crowd and everybody laughed.
" Hold it in you fucking little whore." Someone else said. " I've got Five
Thousand Dollars bet on you. I'm going to be pissed off if you piss yourself."
Everybody laughed again. We were certainly providing the amusing side-show the
Mistress had spoken about. The guests were having a great time with us. Somehow
Kristy managed to regain control of herself and a few people in the crowd
clapped, others booed. Kristy turned to me and shot me a defiant glare.
" Would you two ladies like to relieve yourselves ?" The dark skinned woman
asked." Yes Mistress." The two waitresses in pony tails and yellow uniforms
answered politely. " Very well, go ahead."
The two women kicked their shoes off, reached up under their dresses, slid their
yellow panties down to their ankles and stepped out of them. Then they lifted
their dresses up above their waists.
They both had neatly trimmed pussys and shiny Gold rings in their clitorises.
The woman in front of me was a natural blonde. The woman in front of Kristy had
blonde hair, but her thin strip of pubic hair was black.
The room had grown suddenly silent; the only sounds were soft splashing noises
as the women stepped into our trays and squatted down in front of us, holding
their dresses up out of the cold water.
" Now Mistress ? May we do it now please?" The blonde one in my tray asked. She
was looking up at me; her eyes locked onto mine, her face level with my crotch.
" Yes, you may do it now."
" Thank you Mistress." They replied in harmony.
The two women sighed softly and the sound of their warm urine squirting against
the cold water in our trays echoed around the room. The blonde woman squatting
in my tray had an almost blissful look on her face.
The sounds grew louder as the women forced it out of themselves faster. The
sound was almost too tormenting to take and it seemed like it would never stop.
" Oh God." I heard Kristy moan softly to herself.
It was all too much. The sound of what the women squatting in our trays were
doing; the look on the face of the woman in front of me; Kristy's desperate
moaning. I looked over at Kristy hoping she'd lost control of her body but she
hadn't. Her eyes were on fire as she watched and listened to the women squatting
in our trays. I could see how tense her stomach muscles were as she struggled to
hold it in. I couldn't hold it in any longer.
Kristy looked back at me; she could tell. An arrogant smile lit up her tortured
face: " You lose."
It was the smug look on Kristy's face that gave me the determination and the
strength to hold on. " Not this time Bitch." I panted back at her.
Kristy's eyes darted down to look between my legs; I wasn't filling my tray as
she was sure I would be. The smugness and arrogance drained from her face; that
look of desperation she had before now more intense than before.
The loud splashing sounds from what the women squatting in our trays were doing
slowly faded. I watched the expression on the face of the woman in my tray as
she squeezed the last of it out. Powerful emotions can help you do things you
couldn't normally do; the hatred I had for Kristy had helped me to hold on.
I don't know how long Kristy and I were forced to endure our torment for after
that. It seemed an eternity. The crowd stayed watching us, hoping one of us
would disgrace ourselves, I don't know how, but neither of us did. The Mistress
walked through the crowd and stood in front of us, the dark skinned woman stood
beside her. " Looks like it's a draw. Your slaves are exceptionally strong
willed, you must be pleased with them."
" We'll see." The Mistress said smiling. Then she looked at us and said:
" When I tell you to, I want you to both start wetting yourselves; when I tell
you to stop, you will do just that. Do you understand my stubborn little sluts
?"
" Yes Mistress." We panted.
" Get out you pathetic excuse for whores." The two women squatting in our trays
quickly got out and scurried away, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the
tiled floor.
" You are so deliciously cruel." The dark skinned woman said smiling in
admiration of the Mistress.
The crowd in front of us were laughing and talking again; and they seemed to
move closer. More bets were made as to which of us would be unable to stop. It
would soon be time for the winners to collect on their bets. The Mistress moved
to the side and in front of us so the crowd could have a good view of us
disgracing and humiliating ourselves. I wasn't sure if I could stop once I
started; but I would try with every ounce of strength and willpower I could
summon.
The waiting was so incredibly tormenting. The crowd had grown silent again. My
eyes were darting around the room; from the Mistress to the sea of faces
watching us and then to Kristy. Her eyes were shut, every part of her was
straining to hold it in and preparing herself to stop when she had to.
It was a bizarre scene. We were all waiting for the Mistress to instruct us to
wet ourselves; but she just stood there looking at us. I heard Kristy whimper;
someone in the crowd coughed; then silence again. " Now."
I didn't have to do anything it just happened as soon as the Mistress spoke.
Kristy and I both moaned loudly as it poured out from under our skirts splashing
loudly on the cold water in our trays. We looked at each other and then at the
crowd as we pissed ourselves for their amusement. The relief was so pleasurable
it was almost orgasmic in its intensity. " Stop."
The Mistress's voice sent a cold shiver through my body. I squeezed my stomach
muscles as hard as I could trying to stop the torrent of warm urine squirting
out from between my legs. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth and grunted
loudly as I fought to stop my body from doing what it needed to do, but I
couldn't, it just kept gushing out of me. I looked over at Kristy as all the
water I'd drunk continued to pour out of me. I'd given up trying to stop it.
The stream of warm urine that was spurting out from between her legs began to
weaken; she'd almost stopped it; it was only just dribbling out of her now and
splashing lightly on the water between her legs. Her face reflected the trauma
her body and mind were enduring. There were only drops falling rapidly from
under her skirt now.
The expression on her face suddenly changed, a hint of a smile, and then a look
of panic as it poured out from under her skirt again. I saw her stomach muscles
relax. She's given in too. We both just stood there and let the crowd enjoy our
humiliation.
When it was finally over, the crowd came to life again. People laughed and made
all sorts of crude and demeaning remarks about us. Then they seemed to grow
suddenly bored with us. The music started up again and the crowd quickly
dispersed as the party continued on around us.
Neither of us got a point from this part of the contest, but I could tell the
Mistress was pleased with us. We'd provided an interesting spectacle for the
guests at her friends party. That after all, is what women like us are for. The
outcome of the contest is irrelevant to everyone except Kristy and me.
The two waitresses who had squatted down in our trays to torment us removed our
stained skirts and cleaned us up with damp cloths and dry towels. We were taken
out to the van parked in the street naked except for the sheer scarves that
supported our breasts; and the chain that shackled us together at our collars.
Not a word was spoken in the back of the van as we were taken back to the
Mistress's house. What was there to say ?
We showered and bathed in separate bathrooms and I prepared myself as I was
instructed to. I brushed my hair, put on some make-up and looked at myself in
the mirror. I was naked except for decorative silver chains around my waist,
wrists, and ankles.
I was ready for whatever they wanted me to do next and waited for someone to
collect me. I stood there like that for a long time. I know a slave has to be
patient; but I was very impatient for whatever it was they were going use me for
next.
Eventually Monica came into the room and I lowered my eyes to the floor. " You
have got nice tits and a big cunt Lynne." She said as her eyes wandered over my
body. " But that's all you've got going for you; and it isn't enough.
" I'm sorry I don't appeal to you Miss."
" You're husband didn't condition you to enjoy pain, did he Lynne ? "
I didn't understand what she meant. I'd had an incredible orgasm the day Rebecca
whipped me. I'd enjoyed the pain that time. But apart from an occasional playful
spanking my husband had never inflicted pain on me.
" No Miss." I answered politely.
" Good." She said smiling. " Kristy's husband did teach her to enjoy pain. That
gives her a distinct advantage." With that, Monica slapped me on the thigh with
the crop and herded me out the door and down the hallway and into the Dungeon.
Kristy was dressed the same as I was and was on her knees at the Mistress's feet
licking her boots. I felt my body respond to the sight of the Mistress. I'd so
seldom seen her look like this in real life; but saw her like this in my
fantasy's and dreams all the time.
She was dressed in thigh-high red leather boots; a short red latex skirt and a
skimpy red latex bra with holes where her stiff nipples poked through. Monica
pushed me towards her and I fell to the floor and instinctively began licking
her boots just as Kristy was. We pushed and nudged each other like starving dogs
around a feeding bowl to get into the best position to lick the Mistress's
beautiful red boots.
" Kiss each other." The Mistress said looking down at the two women worshipping
her. We lifted our heads and our mouths were soon locked together. I hated the
woman I was kissing but the kiss was as passionate as any I'd ever had. The
Mistress wanted me to kiss this woman, the Mistress was watching me kiss her. It
was the Mistress who put the heat and passion into the kiss. Not the woman I was
kissing.
" Enough." The Mistress said as our hands began running over each others bodies.
Reluctantly our mouths parted and our hands let go of each other. We were made
to stand facing each other, just a few feet apart. Monica attached a chain to
Kristy's right nipple with a clamp that screwed down tightly on the soft pink
flesh. Then she attached the other end to my right nipple, screwing the clamp
till I winced from the pain.
Another chain was attached to our left nipples in the same way. The weight of
the chains pulling on my nipples as they crossed over and looped down in front
of me added to the pain. Kristy's nipples had gone a dark red colour from the
pressure of the clamps, but she showed no obvious signs of pain or discomfort.
" Which of you will take the most pain for me tonight ?" The Mistress asked
running her delicate soft hand along the chain that criss-crossed in front of us
and joined us at the nipples.
" Walk backwards slowly." The Mistress said, and we obeyed her. The chain lifted
gently in between us until it was taught, and pulling hard on our nipples;
Kristy's face still showed no sign of pain, but there was a hint of pleasure in
her eyes.
Monica knelt down and drew thick black lines on the concrete just in front of
our feet.
" Whoever steps over the line first loses." The Mistress said as she sat in a
large ornate wooden chair. It looked more like a thrown to me. The pain was
quite intense, but tolerable. I looked at Kristy. She had a look on her face and
in her eyes that frightened me. Suddenly she threw her head back and the upper
part of her body was thrust backward. We both screamed. The pain from the clamps
on my nipples was brutal.
" You disappoint me Lynne." The Mistress said coldly. Both my feet were well
over the black line.
" I'm sorry Mistress.....I didn't......." I forgot all about the pain in my
nipples. I had no idea that I had moved, I must have jumped forward but I don't
remember doing it. The pain was so sudden and so violent. All I remember is the
pain.
Monica undid the nipple clamps that were biting into me and threw me into a room
that was no bigger than a cupboard. When she shut the heavy oak door it was
pitch black. My nipples were still throbbing, but my cunt was wet. I knew I
could learn to enjoy pain. Why hadn't my husband taught me the pleasure of pain
before throwing me into this world of theirs ?
They left me alone in the dark for a long time. I could hear faint noises from
the other side of the heavy oak door; Kirsty screaming; the crack of a whip and
other sounds that I can't really describe.
Then my eyes stung from the sudden exposure to light as Monica dragged me from
the room and dumped me at the Mistress's feet.
" Lie across my lap slut."
" Yes Mistress." I'd never had the honour of being across her lap before. I'd
fantasised about it, dreamt about it. But the feeling of actually lying across
the Mistress's lap with her hand running over my arse; and my tits hanging down
in front of me was even more thrilling than I'd imagined in my dreams and
fantasies.
" Oh Mistress." I moaned softly as her hand caressed my arse. This was what I
wanted. This was where I wanted to be.This was who I wanted to be.
" You did very poorly in the contest earlier, but you'll have other
opportunities to prove yourself to me. For now, I want to play with you."
" Yes Mistress." I moaned. " Play with me, I'm yours to play with."
" I want you to count out each time the paddle hits you, and then beg me for
more. If you can't take anymore you say 'mercy please Mistress.' But don't
expect me to ever play with you again if you do."
" Please hit me with the paddle Mistress."
The pain was delicious as the paddle stung the cheeks of my arse. " One thank
you Mistress. Please spank me again."
My husband may not have conditioned me to enjoy pain, but I loved the pain the
Mistress was inflicting on me. My arse was burning and stinging and it felt so
good. Each blow hurt more than the last and felt better than the last. The pain
was exhilarating.
" 93 thank you Mistress." I panted, my cunt was dripping. I desperately wanted
to ask if I could play with myself while she spanked me, but I knew not to. I
would be told to play with myself if the Mistress wanted me to. It wasn't my
place to ask if I could.
I was in a state of uncontrolled ecstasy as I counted 200 and begged for more.
" Hit me faster please Mistress....Hit me harder.....Oh God please spank me
Mistress." I knew I could have cum if she spanked me hard enough and fast
enough. She pushed me off her knee and I fell to the floor at her feet. My hand
instinctively grabbed at my wet cunt; three fingers slid easily inside me.
" Leave it alone you dirty little slut." The Mistress sneered at me.
" I'm sorry Mistress." I moaned as I forced myself to stop playing with myself.
" Kristy was ready to climax when she got to 150." The mention of her name stung
me more than the paddle had. Monica grabbed me and tied me to a large round
wooden post; a whipping post. The Mistress circled me, a cat of nine tales
hanging ominously in her hand.
" Oh God Yes." I groaned. " Whip me Mistress, punish me, hurt me....." I counted
out loud each time the leather finger of the whip bit into the skin on my back
and arse, and begged her to whip me again. Pain can be the ultimate tool of
pleasure. I didn't need to be conditioned by my husband to know that.
" 47. Thank you Mistress. Please whip my cunt Mistress. Whip my big wet cunt.
I'm your whore Mistress....." I was in a frenzy. I wanted more pain, more
pleasure. I wanted the whip on my tits and cunt.
I was humping the wooden post like a wild thing; like the wild crazed slut that
I am. Begging her to whip me faster and harder. I'd lost count and I didn't
care. I begged her to punish me for losing count. " Oh Fuck Mistress I'm going
to cum." I screamed out as I humped the wooden post faster and faster. " Please
let me cum Mistress. Make your slut cum with your whip....." Monica threw a
bucket of cold water over me. The cold water stunned me and I froze for an
instant. Dazed, confused; but still desperate to cum. Instinctively I started
rubbing my cunt on the post again.
" You'll get splinters in it you stupid slut." Monica said after she threw
another bucket of cold water over me.
" You enjoy pain little whore." The Mistress said smiling at me.
" Yes Mistress." I panted. " I love it."
" Whore's like you always lose control of themselves when their spanked or
whipped. It's just a part of what you are. It took three buckets of cold water
to calm Kristy down." Her name again. The Mistress saw how I reacted to the
mention of Kristy's name.
" Kristy's husband conditioned her to enjoy pain. You're enjoyment is much more
instinctive. You're a very primitive woman Lynne. But there are many types of
pain a slave must endure and enjoy."
The Mistress was behind me now. The cold water and her voice had calmed me down,
but my cunt was still aching to be touched or whipped or..... There was a loud
noise behind me as something whistled through the air. Then I felt the cane
gently running over my arse.
" You did very poorly with the nipple clamps Lynne." The Mistress said as she
slid the cane between my legs. I quickly spread my legs so she could rub my cunt
with it.
" I'm sorry Mistress." I moaned as the cane rubbed back and forth over my cunt
and then slipped between the wet swollen flesh of my lips. I grunted loudly as
the crop slid over my clit and tried to squat down so the crop would rub me
harder.
" Kristy won that point very easily Lynne."
" Yes Mistress." I moaned. " I'll do better for you Mistress."
" You mean you'll do better for yourself you selfish little slut. Don't try and
pretend you're trying to win this contest for me. You're trying to win it for
yourself; you're only interest is in satisfying you're own perverted desires." I
didn't answer. The Mistress was right, but I didn't want to have to admit it to
her unless she made me. She moved in front of me and held out the cane so I
could lick my juices off it.
" The cane offers a very different type of pain Lynne. It's bite is far more
intense than that of the paddle or the whip; they're just toys really. How many
blows from the cane will you take for me ? Will you take as many as Kristy did ?
The one who takes the most gets a point in your little contest."
She moved behind me; I heard her flicking the cane through the air; I felt a
whisp of air on my arse as the cane whistled past without touching me; then I
felt it on my arse as she gently tapped me with it; then I heard it whistling
through the air again. I screamed when it cut into the flesh. This pain was not
pleasurable at all.
" One thank you Mistress. Please hit me again." The second blow felt like it had
ripped the skin on the cheeks of my arse open. The pain was brutal. I took 13
blows from the cane; each more excruciating than the last. I wanted to take
more, I wanted to win the point in our contest, but I was terrified of the pain.
A sense of panic swept through me as I thought about what the next blow would
feel like, how much it would hurt. " Mercy please Mistress." I sobbed. " Please
don't hurt me again Mistress......... I'm sorry......" Tears were rolling down
my cheeks as I begged her not to hit me again. She stood in front of me and
gently ran her fingers down my cheeks, wiping away the tears.
" It's over Lynne. The pain is over." She said in a soft gentle voice. Her touch
was so tender; the expression on her face so caring; I'd never seen her look at
me this way before.
Monica untied me and threw me to the floor. " Thank your Mistress properly." I
crawled over to the Mistress and licked her boots. " Thank you Mistress." I
panted as my tongue lapped at her red leather boots. " Thank you." " You've had
an eventful night Lynne. You've done well, but Kristy did better.
None the less you deserve a reward. Get her off. "
" I beg your pardon Mistress ?" I heard Monica say.
" You heard me slut. Get down on the floor, lick the sluts dirty cunt and get
her off."
" Yes Mistress." Monica replied quickly. I was the last woman in the world
Monica wanted to go down on, but the Mistress's tone obviously frightened her.
She was still just a slave, at times it seemed Monica had forgotten that. I
rolled onto my back with my head between the Mistress's legs. Her big leather
boots either side of my face. I could see up her short latex skirt; I could see
her beautiful pussy, glistening with her juices.
Then I felt Monica's tongue stab at my wet cunt. " Oh God." I cried out as her
tongue slid straight inside me. Then it was licking my lips, then it was
flicking my swollen clit.
" You like having your arse hole licked, don't you Lynne ?"
" Yes Mistress." I groaned. " I love having my arse hole licked."
" Stick your tongue up her arse Monica." Just hearing the Mistress say it almost
pushed me over the edge. My eyes were fixed on the Mistress's pussy as I felt
Monica's tongue on the outside of my arse hole. A jolt of pleasure ran through
me; a pleasure as intense as the agony of the cane.
" May I play with myself Mistress ?" I begged as my orgasm was about to take
control of me. " May I play with myself while Monica licks my arse hole ?"
" Yes Lynne you may. Stick your tongue right up her arse Monica." I reached down
and pulled my lips apart with one hand and rubbed my clit with my other hand. I
was so wet, my lips were so slippery. Then Monica's tongue was inside me, all
the way up inside me.
" Now Mistress ?" I groaned. " May I cum now please......" I was thrashing
around on the floor but my eyes were still focused on the Mistress's pussy.
" No. Stop playing with yourself. Monica, take your tongue out of her arse." I
whimpered loudly. I was so close, so desperately close. " Please Mistress......"
" Roll over." The Mistress said angrily. " It's time you learnt to enjoy pain
the way a whore like you should. You can cum Lynne, but only from the cane." I
was in a heated frenzy, totally consumed by passion and the need to cum. I had
to cum. I dragged myself to my feet and wrapped arms around the whipping post
and pushed me cunt hard up against it.
" Whip me with the cane please Mistress." I begged her desperately. " Please
hurt me Mistress, hurt me with the cane."
The pain felt so different this time. It was just as savage as it ripped through
my body this time, but it felt so good this time. I begged the Mistress to whip
me with it again and again. The cane tore at my skin leaving it's mark wherever
it hit me; but the pain was pure ecstasy.
" Hit me Mistress. Hurt me..." I screamed as my orgasm exploded inside me. I was
thrashing around uncontrollably; grinding my cunt against the post and making
noises that I can't really describe. The pleasure was so ferocious, it ripped
through every part of me with an intensity I can't put into words. It was like
the combination of pain and pleasure took me to a place I had never been before;
a place I want to go back to. I can only imagine what I must have looked like as
I humped the post and cried out and whimpered and begged to be whipped. I
collapsed onto the floor, bruised, marked, exhausted; and then everything went
black.
The Mistress was gone, Monica was standing over me, glaring down at me. She said
something but I have no idea what; I was still lost in an erotic haze;
everything had an almost surreal feel to it. I've never tripped out on LSD, but
how I felt lying on the floor then was sort of how I imagined LSD would make you
feel. But I didn't need drugs to feel like this.
The next clear memory I have is of being on my bunk in my cage feeling totally
fulfilled and then drifting off into a deep blissful sleep.
When I awoke my back and arse were still stinging and I savoured the pleasure
the sensations gave me, and the memory of what I'd experience with the Mistress.
I'd been so completely and utterly fulfilled sexually, but I was still
incredibly aroused; my cunt was still wet; I craved for more. I noticed Kristy
asleep in her cage, through the dim light I noticed other women lying on their
bunks in their cages. Lying there in the dark and quiet of the cage room I had
time to think.
Everything had happened so fast. I suddenly realised that Kristy had won two
points in our contest. I cursed myself for letting her beat me so easily in the
contest with the nipple clamps. I could have held my ground; I could have done
better. And I knew she probably took more blows from the cane too. I cursed my
husband for not conditioning me to enjoy pain; there was so much to be enjoyed.
Why hadn't he ?
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