Lynne

CHAPTER 33 THE BROKER

LYNNE: CHAPTER 33. THE BROKER.

" There won't be another auction for three weeks; and I want to get rid of you
two as soon as possible." The Mistress said looking at Lynne and  Kristy curled
up on the floor in the back of the van. " So I'll sell you through a Broker. I
won't get much for either of you. But I don't think either of you are worth
much."
Lynne and Kristy were taken to an old warehouse in Woolloomooloo. The building
had been renovated a few years ago. There were a number of  shops in the front
part of the building which sold Antiques; and there was one section at the  back
of the building which sold women.
Lynne and Kristy emerged slowly from the van, still in their little white Slave
Girl outfits. It was dark, they were in a dimly lit lane way; they both looked
liked lost and frightened little girls.
" Where are we ?" Kristy said nervously. The two women stood close to each
other. As much as they hated each other, all they had now was each other.
" In here Trev." Lynne and Kristy were both startled by the voice. A very tall
middle aged man with greying black hair was holding a door open. Trevor pushed
the two women towards him.
They were led down a narrow hallway, the tall man in front of them, Trevor
behind them. Their hands touched as they walked, Kristy's fingers quickly
wrapped around Lynne's, and the two women held hands as they walked along.
They were taken into a large modern office, and reluctantly let go of each
others hand; but they still stood close to each other; their bodies touching.The
Mistress was sitting on a couch off to one side of the room, but she never said
anything when they looked at her.
" How much do you expect to get for them ?" The tall man said as he closed the
door and ran his eyes over Lynne and Kristy.
" I'm only selling one of them." The Mistress said. " That one." She pointed at
Lynne. " Come here Kristy, down here." The Mistress pointed to the floor.
Kristy almost ran over and curled up on the floor at her Mistress's feet. " I
hope this has taught you a lesson Kristy. I hope I don't have to bring you back
here."
" I'll be a good slave Mistress." Kristy said licking her Mistress's shoes. "
I'll do anything for you....anything." The Mistress brushed her head away as if
she were an annoying puppy slobbering all over her expensive shoes. Kristy put
her head on the floor, and left one hand draped over her Mistress's
shoe.Kristy's face was glowing; Lynne's face was pale. For an instant she hated
the Blonde Woman more than she'd ever hated anybody. " You Cunt." She swore to
herself. " You love fucking with our heads more than our bodies you fucking
Bitch."
But those feelings were fleeting and soon passed. Lynne looked down at Kristy
wishing it was her curled up at the Blonde Woman's feet. It was Kristy she
really hated.
" I don't like you Lynne. I never have." The Mistress said coldly. "  Your
husband still has a soft spot for you; but I intend to make sure he forgets
about you very quickly."
Lynne's head slumped in shame this time. She couldn't look at the Blonde Woman.
Lynne had done everything she could to please her, but she'd never really wanted
her anyway.
" And I'm sure Kristy will help your husband forget you." The Blonde Woman
continued in the same cold tone. " You've never seen your husband with Kristy,
have you Lynne ? He gets very......passionate with her...Very passionate. But
he's spending so much time with Debbie lately, I doubt Kristy will have many
opportunities to put a smile on your husbands face; but I'm sure he'll make the
most of the time he does get to spend with Kristy."
" I hope my husband finds pleasure with whatever women he wants." Lynne said
defiantly. Looking the Blonde Woman in the eyes.
" Actually, that's ex-husband. Isn't it Lynne ?"
" Yes Mistress. My ex-husband." Lynne's voice trailed off and she stared at the
floor again. She just wanted this to be over with quickly.
" How old is she ?" The tall man asked.
" She's 32 John,"
" She looks it. I might have more luck selling her in one of the Antique
stores." John laughed and the Mistress smiled. Kristy gave Lynne a smug look
that would have made Lynne feel sick if she'd seen it. But she wouldn't look at
her, she wouldn't give Kristy the satisfaction.
" Show me what you've got to offer." Jonh said as he lit a cigarette.
Lynne took off her top and skirt and held them in front of her. " You won't be
needing those anymore." John said as he snatched them off her and threw them
onto the floor.
" Not bad." He said as he walked around her looking at her. " Big tits, nice
nipples, big wet cunt; arse is okay, she's got a bit of shape to her. And her
face isn't too bad either. I'm sure I can find a buyer for her. Did you have a
number in mind ?"
" No. Whatever you can get for her."
" Do you have a minimum ?"
" No. Go as low as you have to. I just want to get rid of her."
" What about leasing or renting ? There's nothing special about her. It could
take a while to sell her. You may as well make something out of her while she's
here."
" That's fine John; as long as you get rid of her permanently as soon as
possible."
Lynne was still trying to comprehend what was happening when a hand grabbed her
from behind. " Put her in 11 Greg." John said as he turned his back on her.
Lynne never saw the Blonde Woman or Kristy as she was dragged away.
Greg is an incredibly ugly man: Average height, over-weight with receding red
hair; and a red face, scarred from all the skin cancers he's had cut out.  He
took Lynne out a different door, down a different corridor and into a room with
the number 11 on the door.
It was like a small Motel room. A bed against one wall, a TV opposite which was
showing a Pornographic movie; a wardrobe and a small bathroom off to one side.
"  The light up there goes on." Greg said pointing at a Red light on the
ceiling.
" And a bell rings three times. By the third ring, you have your arse out
there."
He pointed to another door opposite the door they came in.
Lynne looked at the door, and then back at Greg. " Do you want me to......"
" Yes for fuck sake." Greg said in an annoyed tone; as if it should have been
obvious to the dumb slut that he wanted her to go out there now.
Lynne opened the door and walked out into a 'Window Display', like those in
Department stores. It was small; about 6'X4'; carpeted and brightly lit. There
were colour photo's of women in all sorts of erotic and disgusting poses on the
three walls at the back and sides; and thick glass at the front.
Beyond the glass was a wide tiled walkway, like those in a Shopping Mall or
Arcade. There were idententical Display Windows opposite, and more on either
side of her. Lynne  could see six opposite her when she stood close to the
glass, and there seemed to be more  beyond those that she could see.
" You stand there." Greg said in a patronising voice. " On the big "X",
understand ?'
" Yes Sir." Lynne said as respectfully as she could. " I stand on the big 'X'
Sir."
She was just another dumb slut to him.
" When the bell sounds again, you go back inside, and wait to do it all over
again. Do you understand ?"
" Yes Sir."
He went back into the room and Lynne followed him. " I like it when we get new
stock in." He said with a big grin on his ugly face. Lynne thought  he'd make
her suck him off, or bend her over the bed and fuck her up the arse, or
something. But she didn't expect to have to kiss him. And she had to kiss him
passionately; sloppy tongue kisses; and she had to look at him while she kissed
him. He was so ugly, she would have much preferred to have just sucked him off.
But he made her undress him slowly, Lynne had forgotten that she was already
naked. Then she had to fuck him on the bed with her on top. She'd been horny for
days, but she had to keep kissing him and looking at him while she fucked him,
and although she got very wet; she couldn't cum kissing him.
When he was close to cumming he pulled his cock out of her and jerked off; his
cum landing all over his hairy red stomach. Lynne had to lick every drop of it
off his stomach. She kept getting hairs caught in her mouth; but she smiled as
she did it; and made all the right 'Mmmm' noises.
When he was finished with her he told her to take a shower; and watched her go
into the bathroom. " Leave the door open." She needed to urinate, so she did it
with him watching. Lynne was getting use to people watching her take a piss, it
almost seemed normal now.
" We sell you 'Raw.'" Greg said over the noise of the shower as he watched her
wash herself with liquid soap from a dispenser hanging from the wall. " That
means, no clothes, no make-up, no jewellery, no nail polish, nothing. There's
black robes in the wardrobe. You wear one of those to start with, take it off
when you're in the ' Window.' If you're told to."
" I understand Sir."
After she'd finished her shower and Greg had left, Lynne lay on the bed in one
of the Black Silk Robes thinking about all that had happened.
Her feelings towards the Blonde Woman had changed. Lynne didn't think that she
had any intention of keeping her all along. The look in her eyes when she told
Lynne she didn't like her and never did was real. Lynne was sure that the Blonde
Woman hated her, but she couldn't understand why. The more she thought about it
the more convinced she was; and the more confused as to 'why' the Blonde Woman
hated her.
" You've got a 'thing' for my husband, haven't you Bitch ?" She said to herself. 
She'd suspected it all along. But it didn't matter now anyway. Lynne still
needed to pursue this, with or without the Blonde Woman.
The Pornographic  movies on the TV opposite the bed played continuously. One
after the other. There was no way of turning the TV off, or the sound down. 
Lynne looked up and saw a woman tied to a bench panting loudly as her Mistress 
attached clothes pegs to her nipples and cunt lips and then all over her body.
The woman had to count as the pegs were clamped to her skin.  " 23 Mistress.
Thank you Mistress." The woman moaned. Lynne didn't realise that she was playing
with herself until a jolt of pleasure ran through her body as her fingers
touched her clitoris.
" You bad slut." Lynne teased herself and quickly untied the cord on her robe,
pulled it open, spread her legs, and stroked herself gently. The woman on the TV
had 50 pegs on her, including one on her clitoris. Her Mistress was flicking the
pegs at random. The woman moaned softly as the pegs were flicked, and moaned
loudly when the peg on her clit was flicked.
" Please Mistress, the one on my clit......." Lynne's fingers were smeared with
her juices as she watched the woman writhing in ecstasy. Lynne's orgasm crept up
on her, she'd only been touching herself gently but it had been a few days and
her body couldn't wait any longer. Lynne slid her other hand down between her
legs and spread her lips so she could get at her clit better. She bit her lip,
rubbed her clit, and felt her orgasm build quickly inside her as she listened to
the woman on the TV. She screamed out that she was cumming, and Lynne was about
to cum too when she heard the bell ring loudly once.
" Shit." Lynne swore, she was so close. The bell rang a second time. " Shit."
Lynne ran into the bathroom and washed her sticky fingers under the tap. Her
shaved cunt was smeared with her juices, but there wasn't time to wipe herself
clean.
" I hope the shoppers like a wet cunt." Lynne joked to herself as she tied the
belt on her robe and stepped out into her 'Window' just as the bell rang for the
third time.
" Fuck! Please don't buy me." Lynne said to herself when she saw the couple
strolling down the Arcade. They were probably only in there late 30s, but she
was a huge woman, at least a size 26. And he had a beer belly and grey hair. 
There were a number of women in the windows across the Arcade from Lynne.  The
couple looked at some of them and then she couldn't see them. They were standing
close to the Window to her right. Then she noticed the woman directly opposite
her. She was young, early 20s, with black hair and a pretty face. She wasn't
exactly what Lynne classed as beautiful; but she had that dark mysterious sort
of look about her.
The fat couple strolled across the Arcade to look at her. Lynne noticed a sign
in the corner of the woman's window. It said her name was 'Shannon'. Lynne
glanced down and saw a similar sign in her window.
Then she looked up and watched Shannon take off her robe. Lynne licked her lips
when she saw what Shannon looked like under the black robe. She was slim, with
smallish tits and a thin strip of black pubic hair between her legs.  Lynne
liked what she saw; she liked it very much.
Then the couple strolled over to Lynne's window. Shannon was still naked, just
standing there on her 'X'. " She's too old." The large woman said as they looked
into Lynne's window. Lynne heard her voice from a speaker in the ceiling
somewhere. " I like her." The man said. " Take off your robe...." He looked at
Lynne's sign. " Lynne."
Lynne undid the belt and slid the robe off. The woman screwed up her face and
the man shrugged his shoulders; and they moved back to the window to Lynne's
right. " Take a look in the mirror you fat bitch." Lynne said to herself.  She
didn't want them to buy her, but she didn't like the way the woman had screwed
up her face up at her.
Lynne saw Shannon looking at her and felt her cunt getting very wet very
quickly. The little bell sounded again. Lynne saw Shannon smile at her and wave.
Lynne smiled back. Her hand was shaking as she tried to find the handle hidden
in the back panel of her window. She looked back when she found it and opened
the door, Shannon was gone.
Lynne put her robe back on and lay on the bed again. There were two women on the
TV in a 69 position moaning loudly as they licked and sucked on each others wet
pussy's. A third woman was strapped to a wall watching them. Her hands were
chained to the wall, she could just reach the top of her groin as she tried
desperately to touch herself.
There was something familiar about the woman chained to the wall. Lynne knew
she'd seen her somewhere; she just couldn't remember where. But she knew these
video's were real. What the people were doing was real.
Lynne tried not to watch the movies, tried not to listen to the noises the women
in the video were making; and she tried not to think about Shannon. Her hand had
snuck under her robe a few times and she'd had to force herself to stop.  The
bell could ring at any time; she only just made it out before the third ring the
first time. She didn't know what the punishment was for not being in her Window
when she was suppose to be; but she wasn't game to find out.
The women in the video were screaming loudly as they climaxed together; and the
woman chained to the wall was whimpering pathetically as she tried desperately
to join the other two in their moment of ecstasy.
Lynne opened the door to her Window and peeked out. Shannon was standing in her
Window looking towards her. When she saw Lynne she smiled and slid one hand up
under her robe and her other hand down the top of her robe.
Lynne bit her lip as she watched the young woman pleasuring herself, and then
stepped out into her Window.
Lynne and Shannon watched each other masturbate; both were standing up and 
neither removed their black robes. They started off very slowly, just touching
themselves gently, letting the passion build.
The two women copied what the other was doing. Shannon stared into Lynne's eye's
while she sucked on two fingers and then spread her legs more so she could reach
up under her robe and slide her moist fingers inside herself.
Lynne watched her and then did the same; she licked her fingers, spread her legs
and shoved her fingers into her wet pussy. The two women fingered themselves in
rhythm with each other. Slowly, deliberately, sliding their fingers in and out
of themselves.
Lynne reached up under the back of her robe with her other hand and gently
rubbed the outside of her arse hole; Shannon watched her and then did the same.
Lynne saw Shannon lift her other fingers to her mouth and lick her juices off
them; Lynne quickly started sucking on her own fingers as she slowly slid a
finger inside her arse hole.
They moved their fingers back between their legs and rubbed their clitoris's. 
Slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Shannon's eyes closed for an
instant and Lynne could sense she was close.
" Wait." She could only mouth the word and hope that Shannon understood.  She
did. Lynne rubbed herself faster and Shannon rubbed herself slower. They looked
into each others eyes, talking to each other with their eyes.
" Now ? " Shannon mouthed the word; she couldn't hang on much longer.  Lynne
nodded her head and prayed that the little Bell didn't ring now. The two women
climaxed together like that. Watching each other across the wide walk way.
Lynne's orgasm was intense, and shook very part of her body; but didn't last as 
long as  Shannon's; and she stroked herself gently as she watched the expression
on the young woman's face; and imagined what sorts of noises she was making.
Both women disappeared quickly back into their rooms once their desires had been
fulfilled; exchanging brief glowing smiles before they closed their doors behind
them. Both felt like disobedient little schoolgirls who'd got away with doing
something very naughty. Lynne lent her back against the door and laughed quietly
to herself.
She cleaned herself up, put on a clean robe and curled up on the bed. The TV had
a woman on her knees sucking off a man with other men standing around watching.
She sucked all of the men off; seven men in total, and collected their cum in a
Crystal wineglass. Then drank it hungrily through a straw while she played with
herself.  The Bell rang.
Lynne was in her window before the second ring this time. She looked across the
Arcade and saw Shannon smiling mischievously at her, Lynne smiled back.  They
stood there for a long time before a woman finally strolled into view; at least
it looked like a woman.
Lynne wasn't sure until she was standing in front of her window looking at her.
The woman wore a red men's singlet with no bra, blue jeans and riding boots. 
She carried a motor cycle helmet under one arm, and had a leather jacket draped
over her shoulder. Her hair was cut very short and her arms were covered in
tattoo's.
" Lose the robe Bitch." She heard the woman's voice in the speaker above her and
Lynne undid her robe and slid it off her body. The woman looking at her seemed
reasonably impressed with what Lynne had to offer; but she was far more
impressed with what Shannon had to offer. She never looked at Lynne again once
she saw Shannon.
The bell rang again a short while after the woman had wandered off. Lynne looked
over at Shannon. She looked so sad. She gave Lynne a wave and tried to smile,
but it was a fake smile, a forced smile. Shannon didn't want to be owned by a
butch dyke like the one that had just bought her. But Shannon had no say in it.
Lynne lay on the bed thinking about Shannon and what the woman that had bought
her would do with her. Lynne felt a twinge of guilt that she was so glad the
Biker Dyke had bought Shannon and not her. But the feelings soon passed.  Lynne
couldn't afford those sorts of feelings.
Lynne lay on the bed, the TV showing a woman being spanked by another woman, and
thought about what had happened to her over the past couple of months. There was
so much to think about.
This world of theirs was a cruel, tormenting world, she would never really be
safe. She could only ever live one day at a time. The Blonde Woman had taught
her that.
Lynne thought about what the Blonde Woman had said about Desley the night she
sold Kelly and Rebecca at the auctions.
" Desley is not as young or as beautiful as the rest of you but I would keep her
ahead of any of you. She is the only truly obedient one of all of you. In all
the time I've had her she has never hesitated when instructed to do something. 
Not once, not even for an instant. Her obedience is unfailingly instinctive and
immediate."
And yet the Blonde Woman had discarded Desley when Lynne betrayed her.  Given
her away to a woman who would lock her in a chastity belt and torment her by
denying her any pleasure.
Lynne's feeling towards the Blonde Woman had changed now. Lynne knew it was
possible that she was just fucking with her head again when she said all those
things about how she didn't like her and never had; and the things she'd said
about her husband.  But Lynne knew from the look in the Blonde Woman's eyes when
she said it that she meant it. She meant every word of it.
Lynne didn't understand why, but she knew there was no point trying to figure it
out. Nothing made any sense in this world of theirs.  The Bell rang again.
Shannon wasn't in her Window this time as two men in suits strolled down the
Arcade looking at the women for sale. Like a lot of the people that came to look
at the women, they were just window shopping.
They enjoyed seeing the women like Lynne on display, enjoyed making them take
off their robes; making them spread their lips; making them bend over and pull
the cheeks apart; enjoyed making all sorts of crude comments about them; enjoyed
making them feel like worthless old whores.
Lynne had lost track of how many times she'd heard the bell and stood in her
window. She'd been fed a few times. A tray slid under a small gap at the bottom
of her door. Rice, water and fruit. It was all they ever fed her now.
A voice coming from a speaker in the ceiling told her when to eat, when to
shower and when to sleep. Lynne obeyed the voice.
She was lying on the bed, freshly showered, in a clean robe watching the TV. 
She saw herself on the floor at the Blonde Woman's feet frantically rubbing
herself between the legs. There was no sense of shock or surprise that they were
playing the tape of her masturbating for her Mistress. There was little they
could do to shock her anymore. They'd conditioned her to expect the unexpected;
it had taken her a while to learn the lesson and accept it. But she had now. She
felt herself getting moist again as she watched herself cum.
Her body responded even more when she saw Kristy masturbating for the Mistress.
Then Debbie was on the floor, moaning loudly as she fingered herself and came in
a quivering heap on the floor at the Blonde Woman's feet.
" They got you too." Lynne said quietly to herself as she watched Debbie rubbing
her shaved pussy.
Again she felt no great sense of surprise. She knew her husband had always found
Debbie attractive, but Lynne could never really understand why. Debbie was slim,
with long mousy brown hair. Her tits were quite small, but she did have nice
legs and a cute arse. She thought Debbie was pretty average looking really.
" There's nothing particularly special about you." Lynne said at the screen with
a hint of envy. It was the way people in this world spoke. Lynne was becoming
more like them each day, she didn't notice these more subtle changes  in
herself; but others did.
" How long has he been playing with you ?" Lynne said to the screen as she
watched Debbie cum. " How long has my husband been 'conditioning' you for?  How
long did it take him to turn you into this ?"
" Thank you Mistress." Debbie panted, her eyes still closed, her fingers still
buried inside herself, ripples of pleasure still running through her body.
" You're quite an attractive little slut Debbie." The Blonde Woman said as she
pushed Debbie onto her back with her foot. " But you have the most annoying and
irritating  voice of any whore I've ever known. You will never speak in my
presence again. Never. Do you understand slut ?"
Lynne watched Debbie start to answer and saw her catch herself in time.
Debbie looked up at the Blonde Woman standing over her and nodded: Yes.
The Bell rang.
Paula had a smug look on her face as she walked up to Lynne's Window. Lynne knew
this would be a humiliating experience, and she knew she'd enjoy it.
" And I can just rent her for a few nights?" Lynne heard Paula's voice through
the speaker in the ceiling.
" Yes." John answered as he stepped into view. " Justin rang me earlier. I'll
book her out on his account, and you can take her with you now. Her owner has
Okayed it. You can have her for the weekend. I just need you to come to the
office and take care of some paperwork."
Lynne had never wanted to admit how attractive a woman Paula is; but there was
no point denying the obvious now. Tall, slim, with long blonde hair. Paula was a
beautiful woman. Not as stunning as Cherie, but not that far behind her either.
Greg took Lynne out into the back Laneway and put her in the back of Paula's
little red BMW. Lynne was still naked, she lied on the back seat and waited. 
She wondered how a Doctors receptionist could afford a BMW.
Paula looked in at her through the side window. That smug smile still on her
face. " Sit up bitch." She said as she got into the drivers seat.
" Yes Miss." Lynne answered softly.
" Mistress." Paula snapped at her, looking at her in the rear vision mirror. "
You call me Mistress little slut."
" Yes Mistress." Lynne's eyes met Paula's in the mirror. Lynne could see how
much Paula was going to enjoy having her for the weekend.
Lynne sat in the back seat naked as they drove through the city and down
Southern Cross drive past the airport. The people in the cars beside them looked
at her, she knew they could see her tits. She knew the truck drivers that drove
along beside them could see all of her. Lynne just stared ahead, not
acknowledging the shouts and whistles from the cars and trucks beside her. 
Paula made sure she got as many red lights as she could.
By the time they turned off The Princess Highway into Ellis Street, the seat
beneath Lynne was damp and sticky.
She knew this part of Sylvania Waters, her husband had a friend who lived in
Murray Island. The houses here were worth Million's. Lynne wondered how Paula
could afford to live somewhere like this as they turned into the driveway of a
huge ultra-modern rendered concrete and glass house.
The front garden was beautifully landscaped and meticulously maintained.  There
were five roller doors at the end of the drive, Paula pushed a button on the
dash and one of the roller doors opened and they drove in.
Paula was furious when she saw the stain on the seat where Lynne had been
sitting. " Clean it up you dirty slut." She yelled at her. Lynne tried to lick
her juices off the seat, but it was a Grey Velvet type material and her saliva
only made the stain more obvious. " It's not my car you fucking little Bitch.
Now it's got your cunt juice all over the seat." Paula seemed more worried than
angry now. She grabbed a rag off a work bench and threw it at Lynne as she was
trying desperately to clean the seat with her tongue.
" Wipe it off." Paula screamed at her. " Wipe your smelly stuff off the fucking
seat......Shit !"  Lynne grabbed the rag and tried rubbing the stain out. Paula
took her shoe off and hit Lynne across her bare arse with it as she tried to
clean the seat.
" You fucking dirty slut !" Paula shouted as she hit her with her shoe. Lynne
felt like a dog who had pissed on an expensive rug. Paula was almost frantic as
she hit Lynne again and again with her shoe.
" I'm sorry Mistress." Lynne groaned as Paula's shoe kept stinging her arse.
" I'm just a horny slut with a dirty cunt. I was always leave a stain where I've
been sitting."  Paula suddenly stopped hitting her and told her to get out. She
looked at the stain on the seat again and swore again.
Lynne wondered whose car it was and why Paula had 'lost it' the way she had. 
Her behaviour seemed irrational, uncontrolled. Paula fumbled through a set of
keys trying to find the right one to open the door. She obviously didn't live
here.  Lynne wasn't sure what was going on, but she felt very uncomfortable with
Paula. She hoped she wasn't going to be alone with her all weekend, she hoped
there would be other people around.
The house was magnificent on the inside. An open plan style with multi-levels,
raked ceilings, timber floors, expensive furniture and rugs, high tech lighting
and modern art work on the walls. There was a deck with panoramic views out over
Gwawley Bay.
Paula fumbled with the keys again and unlocked a door that opened onto a landing
with a spiral staircase that descended into the  darkness below. Lynne followed
Paula down the stairs; another door; another key Paula had to find on the
key-ring and then she closed the door behind them.
" You can scream all you like in here. No one will here you." Paula's voice was
different now. Lynne felt her pulse quicken as the room was slowly bathed in a
warm soft light. It was a dungeon. There were racks and whipping posts and
devices of torture; and a cage in the corner that looked as if someone lived in
it.
Lynne looked at Paula, her face was very different now too. The panicked
expression from seeing the stain Lynne had left on the seat was gone. The look
in Paula's eyes sent a cold shiver of fear and excitement running through
Lynne's body.
Paula tied Lynne to the whipping post and left her alone in the dungeon. When
she returned she was dressed in black Latex pants and bra and thigh high black
leather boots. Lynne loved the way Paula looked. All that black Latex and
Leather, with her beautiful long blonde hair falling down behind her. She looked
as good as the Blonde Woman had ever looked. Maybe better.
Paula spent a long time torturing Lynne. She whipped her, tied her down and
dripped hot candle wax on her. She attached pegs to her like in the video Lynne
had seen in her room at the Broker's. Lynne's body was red and marked and
smeared in perspiration by the time Paula was finished torturing her.
Paula made Lynne get on her hands and knees and tell her how beautiful she was.
" You're the most stunning woman I've ever seen Mistress." Lynne moaned as she
licked Paula's boots. " A whore like me isn't worthy to lick your boots
Mistress. You're so beautiful. I could cum just looking at you."
Lynne bathed Paula as she lay in a long bath in a plush bathroom off the
dungeon; all the time telling her how beautiful she is. Lynne had always hated
her, always thought she was a stuck up snobby bitch. But Lynne never realised
just how narcissistic and vain Paula is. How much she loved to be told how
beautiful she is. How much she got off on it.
" Your skin is so soft Mistress." Lynne said as she gently ran a pink sponge
over Paula's shoulders. " I get so wet just looking at you, and my little slut
cunt is dripping from seeing you naked Mistress, from being allowed the honour
of bathing you. I hope my dirty slut cunt doesn't stain the floor Mistress."
Paula was playing with herself. Lynne could see her hand under the water gently
rubbing the blonde mound between her legs.
" You're absolutely gorgeous Mistress. Your breasts are incredible." Paula
moaned softly. "  You're body is magnificent Mistress." Paula moaned louder this
time, her eyes were closed and her hand was moving faster between her legs.
Lynne dipped the sponge in the warm water and ran it slowly over Paula's
breasts. " Your pretty Mistress. So incredibly pretty. I wish I looked like you
Mistress. I'd give anything to look like you. You're every man's fantasy woman
come to life Mistress. You're what  every woman wants to look like. You're so
beautiful Mistress."
Paula screamed out and thrashed around in the water moaning and grunting loudly
as she came listening to Lynne tell her how beautiful she is. She kept her eyes
shut the whole time, she wanted to concentrate on Lynne's voice telling her how
beautiful she is.
Lynne didn't think Paula's orgasm would end, each time it began to fade it would
strike back, even more ferocious than it was before. Eventually Paula pushed
Lynne away and let out a long deep breath.
" You may cum looking at me slut."  Paula said looking down at Lynne on her back
on the floor. " Sit there."
Lynne sat on the toilet in the corner of the bathroom with her legs spread wide
and her fingers deep inside herself. She watched Paula stand up and dry herself 
with a fluffy pink towel.
" Don't cum yet slut." Paula said looking down at Lynne.
" No Mistress." Lynne panted, I would never cum without your permission.  Paula
left Lynne like that and when she returned she was wearing the white uniform she
wore when she was Justin's Receptionist. The way she was all those times she
looked down her nose at Lynne and treated her like she was a fool.
" You're right slut." Paula snarled at her. " You're not worthy to lick my
boots.  But I will let you cum looking at me. I know you've cum thinking about
me many times before."
" Thank you Mistress." Lynne panted." I have cum thinking about you before
Mistress."
" Call me Paula."
" Oh God.....Thank you Paula. A cheap slut like me isn't worthy to call you by
your name, I know that, but calling you by your name makes me so wet.....I think
about you and play with myself all the time Paula. I'm nothing compared to you,
I know that. But I get myself off thinking about you all the time Paula."
Lynne moaned loudly. The sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her wet cunt
echoed around the bathroom. " I fantasise about you all the time Paula. I
pretend I'm in the surgery and you're behind the reception desk, dressed the way
you are now. You look so good like that Paula, so hot."
Lynne moaned and her head rocked back. " In my fantasy, it's late and no one
else is there and I ask you if you want to go for a drink or a cup of coffee.
You say that a woman like you doesn't have a drink with a cheap whore like me. 
But you might let me lick your arse hole." Lynne grunted loudly, her breathing
was heavy and erratic.
" I fall to my knees and crawl around the other side of the reception desk and
kneel at your feet and beg you to let me lick your arse hole. At first you say
no.  But then you stand up and lean over the reception desk and say: Alright
little slut you can lick my arse hole this once, but stop hanging around me and
following me around all the time. I say: Yes, I'll stop hanging around you all
the time but I don't mean it. I'll keep making up excuses to come in so I can
see you. To come and look a you."
Lynne was close now. Paula looked down at her as she squirmed around on the
toilet with three fingers inside herself and her other hand rubbing her clit.
" You look so hot in your white uniform, you look hot in anything. But I'm on
the floor and I can see up your dress. I could cum just looking up your
dress....I reach up and pull your stockings and panties down and start licking
your arse hole." Lynne grunted loudly and came; moaning loudly, thrashing around
on the toilet and calling out:
" I lick your arse hole Paula........I cum licking your arse hole Paula...."
Lynne groaned one more time as the last intense jolt of pleasure hit her and
then whined softly when her orgasm was over. " Thank you Paula........' Paula
dragged Lynne off the toilet and pushed her out the door into the Dungeon and
then out towards the spiral staircase. Lynne was still breathing heavily; her
legs were weak and shaking. She didn't know if she could make it up the stairs.
Paula put her in the boot of the red BMW. It was dark, and hard to breath. 
There were petrol fumes that made Lynne's eyes water. The car started up and
then was switched off.
" Are you alright Lynne?" Justin was looking down at her.
" Yes Sir." Lynne said, confused with what was going on. Paula was on her knees
beside Justin. " I'm sorry Master. I didn't know. Please forgive me...." Paula
had tears in her eyes as she pleaded for mercy.
" I've let myself get too close to you Paula. I've let you forget what you are.
That was a mistake. A mistake I intend to correct."
" Master please.....I'm sorry......."
Justin's wife drove Lynne back to the Broker's in Woolloomooloo. She  let her
lie down on the back seat. She looked at Lynne in the mirror, she'd always liked
Lynne, back when she was a very different Lynne. She could see the confusion on
her face. " We've had Paula for several years now. Justin had given her
permission to use you for the weekend as a reward. I don't believe in rewarding
slaves, Justin does, he's too soft with them. But Paula was not to use you in
the dungeon. She knew that. She has no training on how to whip a woman without
damaging her. But the little slut couldn't help herself once she had you to
herself. Paula will regret what she did today for a very long time." The rest of
the drive was taken in silence.
A meal of rice and water was waiting for her when she got back and Lynne was
given permission to shower and sleep. She had no idea how long she had been gone
for; she had no idea what day it was or what time it was. But it was another
part of being a slave that she was becoming accustomed to.  The Bell rang and
Lynne stepped out onto her Window in her black robe. She smiled when she saw the
expression on Paula's face as she stood in the Window opposite, the Window that
Shannon had been in. Paula didn't smile back when she saw Lynne looking at her.
Lynne's expression changed when she saw her husband strolling down the Arcade,
he had Debbie on a leash behind him with her head bowed, she was wearing  a
little white Slave Girl outfit.
Lynne watched her husband walk up to Paula's window. Watched her undress for
him; watched her turn around and bend over for him. Lynne saw the smile on her
husbands face. He liked what he saw when he looked at Paula. His eye's met
Lynne's for a moment and Lynne felt suddenly very alone. It was like he didn't
recognise her; as if he didn't  know her; had never known her.
Lynne's head slumped for a minute. The Blonde Woman had said she'd make sure her
husband soon forgot all about her. He already had Debbie to play with; and
Kristy, and now he had Paula too.
" Take your robe off." Lynne looked up and saw a couple standing in front of her
window. Without even having to think about it she untied her belt and let her
robe fall to the floor. Displaying herself for others was a very natural, almost
instinctive thing for Lynne to do now. >


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~