The New World

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The New World

Part 4

English Literature was one of the most boring subjects in Jane’s school life. But her dad had persuaded her, what a fascinating subject it was. He was wrong, god he was so wrong! The teacher for some reason today, was late, which was a blessing. If he took much longer, there would be no time for the actual lesson. That had to be a good thing.  The class comprised four girls, including Jane, which showed how dull the subject was considered among the sixth formers. Jane sat quietly on here own, across from the other three; she was taking the chance to catch up on same late homework. The others were equally bored and had been mucking around for the last ten minutes.

Jane’s mind was working out the intricacies of ‘U shaped valleys', and other glacial terms, when she heard the girl’s laughter increase. She looked up at them all sat in a row. The middle girl was being taunted at the ladder in her tights. One of the girls pocked a finger into the run and the wearer twisted her leg away, claiming they were her last pair. As she turned her legs towards the third girl she found a fresh set of hands trying to increase the ladders length. The victim squealed in mock fright as her ladder lengthened and a hole appeared in the thin material. That seemed to be the cue for an all out assault and the other two girls set about shredding the holed tights.

Jane sat there agog as she watched her first cat fight. She watched as the tights were reduced to shreds and attempts made to remove them. Jane watched, transfixed, U shaped valleys forgotten. She watched, slowly becoming aroused. Feeling the first tingle of excitement and wetness deep within her. She watched as with a flourish the tights were torn off and the girls legs were laid bare, as was the crutch of her white panties, as her legs flew apart in response to the tights being dragged off. Jane's eyes expanded and her wetness increased as she saw the panties crutch and a small stain that hinted that the victim was also aroused. Jane squeezed her legs together and felt an arousal that left her mind spinning and her pussy alive.

After the lesson had ended, hell it had never begun, she sought privacy in the toilet stalls. Where her mind replayed what she had seen and her fingers encouraged her arousal. But her imagination took the events further, and she found herself entering a new world of fantasies. One where girls were abused humiliated and assaulted by their own sex. A world that over the next few months she would come to realise was that of female domination. 

Evenings spent feigning school work on her lap top brought her to web sites and fresh images. She discovered bondage, spanking, humiliation, golden showers, nipple clams, butt plugs, older women, lesbianism, and submissiveness. Her nightly spectacle of Denise and Sue became, in her mind one where they both served Mistress Jane. A fantasy but one that Jane knew she could never reasonably expect to become reality.

Now she found that reality had become fantasy and all her dreams now lay before her, as a possibility. She had experienced the taste of a woman’s juices, she had explored butt plugs and nipple clamps, and she had watched as a submissive whore had paid homage to her phallic toy. But the sweetest thing, the fact that made her arousal almost beyond tolerance, was that the submissive whore was her dear sweet mother. The woman who was the pillar of the church. Who had only ever had one lover, dad, and who was now begging to suckle her daughter’s wet pussy! Who wanted nothing more than to serve and who had submitted to the whims of her peers? A wimp that had been, brought her to the world of lesbianism to the world of servitude, and to the feet of her sweet but not so innocent daughter, Mistress Jane.

Mummy, Jane smiled at the thought, had been released from her bondage; She now knelt at the feet of her daughter. Her eyes like that of a puppy, looking up and wanting to be noticed. Her nipples were squeezed into to nipple clamps, and small bells and weights hung from them. When the whore moved her bells jingled, declaring her submissive and servile. Her wet lips were also clamped and she felt the weight of the clamps pull the delicate pieces of skin down and stretch them. Her mouth was filled with a ball gag which was secured by buckles at the rear of her head. Her long lush hair had been cut short, untidily and roughly, making her looks like a tramp, as much as she was a whore. Her hands were handcuffed and she had retained her but plug, into which a vibrator had been slipped. One that now stretched her anal pussy and buzzed in a way that she could not ignore. Her pussy had been abused and now was filled by the largest toy to date. Once this was removed, fisting her would no longer take any effort. Her neck bore a choke collar, studded and with small spikes, which faced inward, pressing against her necks skin. Her make up had run, long since been smeared with her tears. Tears of pain, arousal and also ones that showed her new status in the world.

Mistress Jane had also changed. Both within herself and her outward appearances. She was no longer the timid school girl but was dressed as befitted her status. Boots with impossible high heels, topped by dark hold-ups that showed her legs off to perfection. Her pussy was encased in a black leather thong, which entered the crack of her buttocks. Allowing the whore, as she trotted behind to see her daughter’s unblemished buttocks, to stare but not to touch. Her body was dressed in black leather Basque and she also wore a collar, but this one held no spikes, it just helped enhance her long slim neck. In one hand she held a riding crop and in the other hand she held a leash that was fastened to the whore’s collar.

Mistress Jane smiled at her friends, the ones who had broken her mother and offered her the whore. Jane tugged on the leash and as the collar round whores neck contracted, spikes bit into mummy’s neck. “Come along bitch” Mistress commanded, and she strode back through the door which they had entered such a long time ago. The young Mistress and her whore walked out into the entrance lobby, and when the whore pace slackened, the ridding crop would leave red welts on the exposed skin of mummy’s legs and buttocks. Jane strode out into the airports main foyer, into a world to which she now belonged.

The cavernous space was filled with so many whores, much like her own. All leashed, all trotting along behind their mistresses, all chained and submissive. Jane paused and looked around. A smile crossed her face as she surveyed the scene before her. It was all she had imagined, when she proposed to mummy that they holiday her. On the sun kissed beaches and blue waters she had lied. But she had been believed, why not, how ones own daughter be so warped?

She watched as women old enough to be her grandmother, young enough to be her older sister, sad enough to be a mother and impregnated by men, was led around by mistresses her age. This world was dual sex, and she saw sissies dressed in garb from school girl, to maids, to just lingerie were led by the leash as they to trotted behind their betters. She could see slaves being squeezed into small cages at the baggage check in and sent along the conveyor belt for loading into planes holds. There was a series of stocks, into which were chained submissives. Some were labelled for sale; some were merely stored there while their betters travelled with out them. Some were there for rent, but all we gagged, and all whore clamps and chains. Plus of course all were shaven and naked. A crocodile of unbroken yet drugged slaves were led across the foyer for transport to the markets.

Jane smiles as she walked across the lobby. She tied her whore to a secure fixing, located next to the phone boxes. All calls, such as the one she was about to make were of course free. Jane had so many friends she felt could benefit from this enlightened world. Starting with her own grandmother, her father, who had always been such a wimp and then maybe her sister as well? Both would make fine admissions to her stable. Then once the call was made, she would find herself a taxi, put her baggage, sorry her whore, in the boot, and then set off to the hotel. She was tired after the last few hours and needed to be washed,  dressed and then she would climb into bed, where she would dream such dreams, and make plans to welcome her family to the new world and stock her stables for her.

I hope you have enjoyed this tale, the tights scene was for real and I witnessed it as a girl, so just had to share it with you. Once again feed back welcome.