LYNNE: CHAPTER 35. LYNNE.
She spent a restless night in her new home, with her new owners. She drifted in
and out of sleep. She had a sense of unease about her new Mistress and Master;
and her new home. She didn't understand why they had 'normal' people like Jenny
and the others around. There were a lot of things Lynne didn't understand
anymore.
She had no idea how long she'd been down there, it could have been two hours or
ten hours; it could be day or night; Lynne had no way of knowing, lying there in
the pitch blackness of the servants quarters that was now her home.
She woke suddenly and saw a pool of light at the bottom of the spiral staircase.
She thought she heard footsteps, but she wasn't sure. She had to turn her eyes
away as the room was lit up by the bulb hanging from the ceiling. She'd become a
woman who lived in the shadows: in the darkness of places where women are not
suppose to be.
Her eyes adjusted slowly and she sat up and looked around nervously. She was
still naked except for her stockings and garter. She thought the light being
turned on meant something; that something was expected of her; but she had no
idea what.
She saw a box at the bottom of the stairs, it wasn't there before, she was sure
of that. On top of the box was an envelope with 'Lynne.' written in neat flowing
handwriting across the front. She looked around the room nervously as she opened
the envelope. She felt as if she were being watched as she took a neatly typed
letter out of the envelope and read it:
" There are things I require of you that I have not yet informed you of. There
are things about me that you are not as yet aware. Peter and I can be extremely
cruel with the likes of you. Follow my instructions to my satisfaction or you
will find out just how cruel we can be."
Lynne read Kate's letter three times. She was more uncertain and concerned about
the contents of the letter the more she read it. Eventually she was able to
collect her thoughts, control her anxiety, and follow the instructions left for
her by her Mistress. She showered, changed into the clothes left for her in the
box, put on a touch of make-up, and slowly ascended the spiral staircase.
She didn't know anything about the people who had bought her. She had learnt how
cruel they could be; the red marks on her back from the whipping last night
bore testimony to that. Her apprehension about what awaited her grew with each
step up the spiral staircase.
The Breakfast room was a large, informally furnished room bathed in the warmth
of the early morning sun. The room had a very relaxed feel to it; but Lynne was
still feeling far from relaxed as she sat at a round table with a glass top, and
six cane and timber chairs around it. Her hands fidgeted nervously until she saw
Kate walk into the room.
" How may I please you Mistress?" Kate said meekly, not letting her eyes meet
Lynne's as she stood before her in one of Lynne's French Maid's outfits. Lynne
just stared at her; she tried not to, but seeing Kate like that it was
impossible not to stare.
Lynne is 5'2" and 105 lb - 50 kilo's. Kate is 5' 6" and 176 lb - 80 kilo's.
Lynne's size 10 Maid's uniform bulged and strained trying to contain Kate's size
16 body. The hem was up above Kate's crotch, showing a pair of Lynne's size 10
G-string panties that would have ripped apart if Kate bent over. The panties
were stretched across Kate's crotch showing a glimpse oh her thick blonde pubic
hair.
Lynne's size 12D tits barely fit in the dress Kate was now wearing; Kate's size
16D tits didn't. They spilled out through the low cut "U" neckline and drooped
down in front of her. Kate's nipples were stiff and hard, and pointed towards
the floor.
Lynne's sheer black silk stockings only reached half way up Kate's huge thighs.
Kate hadn't been able to stretch Lynne's garter belt around her stomach, so the
stockings were held up only by the thickness of Kate's legs. Lynne's size 6
high heeled black shoes didn't fit Kate either, she was wearing a similar pair,
size 8, but still too small. Lynne's eyes met Kate's:
" You're grotesque." Lynne said it as harshly as she could; she still wasn't
sure about the letter, about what Kate wanted from her. " You look repulsive
dressed like that you fat slut."
" I'm sorry I'm such a big fat slut Mistress." Kate's voice was soft and nervous
but with more than just a hint of excitement as well.
" Have you weighed yourself today Kate ?" Lynne said looking her up and down.
She didn't need to feign the look of disgust on her face.
" No Mistress."
" Go and get your scales."
" Yes Mistress." Lynne watched Kate bow her head slightly and then walk away.
She smiled to herself as she watched Kate's size 16 arse falling out of her size
10 panties.
Kate returned with her scales and put them on the floor beside where Lynne was
sitting and waited with her head bowed. " Get on your scales you fat whore."
Kate stepped onto the scales and the digital numbers quickly rolled through to
81 kilos. " You've put more weight on you ugly slut." Lynne scowled at her
contemptuously.
" I'm sorry Mistress.....I don't know how......That can't be right....."
" You make me sick you fat Pig." Lynne turned away.
" I'm sorry Mistress. I'll try harder, I'll lose weight, I promise; I want to
look good for you Mistress...." Lynne looked back at Kate and laughed at her.
" You're an ugly fat slut and that's all you'll ever be." Lynne left Kate
standing on the scales, looking down at the '81 Kilos' being displayed in large
green numbers.
" Get my breakfast Pig. You obviously don't need any." Kate stepped off the
scales and headed for the kitchen. " Stop where you are Pig." Lynne said
suddenly. Kate stopped with her back to her 'Mistress.'
" Can you see your feet when you look down Pig?"
" No Mistress." Kate replied politely. " All I can see are my tits hanging down
in front of me."
" You're pathetic you fat Pig. Bend over and touch your toes." Lynne and Kate
both heard the ripping sounds of Kate's panties and dress as she tried
desperately to bend over and touch the top of her shoes; she couldn't. Lynne
left Kate like that for a while; her panties now only just holding together by
the elastic stretched around her waist. The seams in her dress had torn along
either side; and her tits hung down wobbling around as she tried to do the
impossible.
" You've got the fattest, ugliest arse I've ever seen." Lynne said in disgust. "
I feel sorry for your husband. It must be so embarrassing being seen with a fat
Pig like you. He didn't get what he thought he was getting when he married you
did he slut ? But I'm sure he has other women, attractive women, slim women, to
look after his needs. I can't imagine he could actually fuck you. No man could
get an erection looking at you Pig."
Lynne dismissed Kate and waited for her to serve breakfast. So far what Kate had
written in the letter was exactly how things would be from now on. The huge
house was silent. Peter had flown out to Jakata on business, and would be away
for a week. The servants had been given the week off with pay.
Kate would be Lynne's slave whenever Peter was away; and their slave when he was
home. Lynne wondered whether Peter knew of all this, but quickly realised it
was not her place to question such things.
Kate had said in her letter that they would NEVER discuss these arrangements and
the two roles would never cross over. Lynne would never be punished for anything
she did to Kate whilst she was her Mistress; but she would be punished severely
for things she didn't do. Kate expected Lynne to be a cruel, spiteful Mistress,
and Lynne intended to give Kate exactly what she wanted.
Lynne caught a glimpse of herself in the glass doors of a China cabinet. She was
the Mistress. Waiting to be served breakfast. She wore an expensive cream dress
with a modest hem and neckline. The jewellery around her neck and on her arms
and fingers and hanging from her ears would easily have been worth more than
the house she used to live in with the man she used to be married to.
Kate caught a glimpse of herself in the glass doors of the kitchen cupboards.
She touched herself between her legs and felt how wet she was. Lynne was doing
everything required of her. She would be a good Mistress. None of the others had
been able to treat Kate the way she wanted to be treated, but she knew now that
Lynne could.
Kate was friends with the woman who had broken Lynne in and trained her. The
Blonde Woman had recommended she take a look at Lynne, that she would be ideal
for Kate; for her particular requirements.
Kate had been a slim, attractive woman when she married Peter. She'd had strange
fetishes and fantasies for as long as she could remember; but Peter understood
in a way no other man ever had. He was already a member of The Society when they
met, and Kate's introduction to their world was the only thing that saved her
from the streets of the Cross.
Peter and Kate loved each other completely, passionately; and were able to give
each other everything the other wanted, both physically and emotionally. Kate
didn't have the courage to give herself to someone as a slave, she admired women
like Lynne who could; but her fetish meant no one would want her anyway. No one
would want a fat slut like her as their slave.
She'd cut her hair and ate and drank until the weight piled on her. She only
wished she was fatter, uglier. She was still quite pretty despite her weight,
but she did everything she could to look as fat and unattractive as she could.
Lynne watched Kate approach carrying a silver tray; she had to hold it out in
front of her so as her sagging swaying tits didn't knock over what was on it.
She put the tray on a hutch beside the table and served Lynne orange juice in a
sparkling cut-crystal glass, and then stood submissively to one side.
Lynne sniffed the juice suspiciously, as if it were laced with poison, and in a
sudden rage she threw the juice in Kate's face. " You useless slut." She yelled
at her. " This is bottled. You served me bottled juice." Lynne said spitefully.
" I'm sorry Mistress. I'll be......"
" You'll be punished for your laziness Pig." Kate just stood there, her face
covered in orange juice which ran down onto her tits and dripped onto the floor.
" Can you pour my coffee without spilling it Pig ?"
" Yes Mistress." Kate poured the coffee from a silver pot and stood aside again.
Lynne lifted the cup slowly to her mouth. " It's too hot you fat Pig."
" I'm sorry Mistress. I'll........"
" Come here and lean over the table Pig." Kate stood against the edge of the
table and leant over. Her big tits swayed over the top of the table; her nipples
were hard, swollen from the excitement that ran through her body. Lynne grabbed
her left tit and squeezed it tightly; then held her cup of coffee under Kate's
stiff nipple. " The coffee is too hot you useless slut." She said as she dipped
Kate's long pink nipple into the hot coffee. Kate grunted loudly as the pain
shot through her body.
" I'm sorry Mistress." She panted. Lynne dipped her nipple in the cup again, and
held it in there longer this time.
" You're a useless fat Pig. Aren't you Kate ?"
" Yes Mistress. I'm a useless fat Pig." She screamed as she felt the pain again.
" I'm a useless fat Pig. A worthless fat slut." She screamed again.
" I'm sorry I'm such a useless fat Pig Mistress."
" Not as sorry as you will be Pig. Have you learnt to make toast yet ? Or is
that too complicated for you too." Lynne dipped Kate's nipple in the hot coffee
one more time before pushing her away in contempt. " Toast, Pig."
Kate served Lynne a platter with toast and butter and a selection of condiments.
Lynne looked at it ruefully. " What do you like on your toast Pig ?" Kate's body
flinched nervously. " My cunt juice Mistress." Lynne smiled. " Eat Pig."
Kate reached over and picked a piece of toast off the platter, pulled what was
left of her panties aside and rubbed the toast all over her wet hairy cunt.
" Show me." Kate held the toast out in her hand. It was smeared with Kate's
juices and a few strands of blonde pubic hair. Lynne watched Kate eat the toast
then had her eat another, then another; six in all. Kate's cunt was covered in
brown crumbs, her swollen clitoris poked out between her wet lips.
" You make me sick Pig." Lynne said in a disgusted tone. " I can't eat with you
in the same room as me. Get out. Go and wait for me in the dungeon."
" Yes Mistress." Kate bowed her head slightly and Lynne watched her walk away;
her fat arse and thighs wobbling as she moved.
The items mentioned in Kate's letter were waiting for Lynne in the Master
bedroom. Lynne ran her fingers over them, a chill of excitement coursing through
every part of her.
She looked at herself in a full length antique mirror. She was the Mistress now.
She looked at her red thigh-high leather boots, and then her short tight red
latex skirt; the hem afforded just a glimpse of the soft skin on her thighs
between the top of her boots and the bottom of her skirt.
Then she looked at the bright red soft leather corset that laced up at the front
cupping her breasts and pushing them up. Lynne loved the way she looked, even
more than when she was dressed as a slave. She tapped the reflection of
'Mistress Lynne' with the tip of the crop that she would soon be whipping Kate
with.
She found Kate on her knees at the door to the cell in the dungeon. She was
naked except for a spiked black collar around her neck. Her face was stained
with the dried orange juice Lynne had thrown on her; and her left nipple and
aerola were red.
" I didn't tell you to take your dress off, did I slut ?" Lynne yelled at her.
" I'm sorry Mistress I thought...."
" You're too dumb to think for yourself Pig. And what was it you thought ? Did
you really think I wanted to see you naked you fat mole ? You're ugly enough
with clothes on. No one wants to see you naked. You're so off. You make me sick.
I wish I could get rid of you Pig. But nobody wants you. You're pathetic."
" Yes Mistress. I'm a pathetic fat Pig. Thank you for not throwing me out on my
fat slut arse Mistress. I'll be a good slave. I'll do anything you want.
I'll....."
" Shut up Pig." The dungeon went silent, except for the sound of the crop
tapping on the metal bars. Then Lynne opened the door and said:
" Get out here Pig." Kate crawled along the concrete floor to her Mistress's
feet and began licking Lynne's boots. Lynne slapped her arse hard with the crop.
" I never told you to do that Pig." She hit her again, harder this time and Kate
grunted loudly from the pain. " Crawl over there Pig."
Kate crawled across the dungeon with the crop stinging her arse with blow after
blow. Lynne tied her between two posts; there were mirrors in front and behind
her. Kate looked at herself in the mirror in front of her. Her arms stretched
high and her legs spread wide apart between the two posts she was tied to.
" What do you see in the mirror Kate ?"
" A fat Pig Mistress. A big fat ugly slut." Lynne ran the crop over her body as
she spoke. Then slapped her nipples hard.
" Do you really think anybody wants to see you naked Pig ? Do you really think
anybody wants to see you at all ?"
" No Mistress. I'm such an ugly fat Pig, I can't stand the sight of myself. I'm
sorry I got undressed Mistress. I'm sorry you have to look at me naked. I know
what a disgusting sight I make like this."
" You're too ugly to be of any use other than to perform menial tasks." Lynne
said as she circled Kate, occasionally slapping her lightly with the crop. " But
you're too fucking dumb to even make breakfast. What fucking use are you to me
Kate ? What fucking use are you to anybody ?"
" There must be something you can use me for Mistress." Kate pleaded softly.
" I could clean your toilet for you. Even a useless fat slut like me could clean
your toilet Mistress. And I'd do it with my hands, I wouldn't expect a brush or
anything Mistress. I'd....."
" You're not fit to lick my toilet seat Pig." Kate hung her head. " The orange
juice wasn't fresh, the toast was burnt, and the coffee was too hot. How many
blows of the crop do you deserve for that Pig ?"
" At least 200 Mistress." Kate said, finding it harder not to show the
excitement she was feeling. Lynne hit her 300 times with the crop. Each time
Kate had to count the blow and say: " Thank you Mistress. Whip the fat Pig again
please."
The crop had left it's mark on every part of Kate's body. Her legs, breasts,
back, arse, arms; even her face: and her body glistened with a veneer of
perspiration.
She was breathing heavily as Lynne strapped her to the bench that she had been
strapped to the night before. She positioned Kate where she wanted her and
selected a strap on dildo from a wall covered with whips and clamps and all
sorts of devices of pain and pleasure. Lynne picked the biggest strap on dildo
she could find.
" You love having things shoved up your arse, don't you Pig ?" Lynne said as she
stood in front of Kate strapping the dildo around her body.
" Oh yes Mistress." Kate's eyes lit up when she saw it; saw the size of it. She
tried to rub herself against the bench she was strapped to.
" But you have to pay men to even look at you, let alone fuck you. Don't you
Kate ?"
" Yes Mistress. But they normally give the money back when I take off my
clothes."
" But even when you find a man ugly enough and desperate enough to try, it still
doesn't happen, does it Kate? No matter how much you pay them, men can't fuck
you up the arse, can they Kate ?" Lynne stood behind her and held the tip of the
dildo against her arse hole.
" No Mistress." Kate moaned. " Men can't fuck me up the arse."
" Why Kate ? Why can't men fuck you up the arse ?"
" Because they're cocks go soft when they see my fat arse Mistress." Kate's
voice was deep and low. The dildo was pushing against her arse hole.
" And they can't even do it in the dark. Because they can still feel how big and
fat you are. How big and fat your arse is. Men can't sustain an erection when
you're around. Can they Kate." Lynne slid the head of the dildo into Kate's
arse.
" No Mistress." She grunted loudly as she felt it inside her. " Men's cocks are
always soft when I'm around. I'm repulsive. I'm a repulsive fat Pig....."
Lynne knew Kate was going to cum so she pulled the dildo out of her arse and
made her clean it with her tongue. " So you have to do it yourself. Don't you
Kate ? The only person who can bear the thought of getting you off is you."
" Yes Mistress." Kate panted as she licked and sucked on the dildo. " The only
way I ever get off is by getting myself off. It's the only way fat Pig's like me
ever get off."
Lynne untied Kate's left arm, she knew she was right handed; and put a large
black dildo in her hand. " Don't drop it Pig." Lynne said laughing as she headed
for the spiral staircase.
" Thank you Mistress. I won't drop it, thank you Mistress." Lynne stopped half
way up the stairs and looked down at Kate still tied face down on the inclined
bench trying to get the dildo up her arse. But Lynne had smeared it with
lubricant, it slipped from Kate's grip as she tried to push it inside herself.
She heard Kate whimper loudly. Watched her reach between her legs and hump her
hand; watched her reach back and slide a finger up her arse; watched her cum
humping the bench and fucking herself up the arse with her finger. Kate squealed
like a pig when she came.
Lynne didn't make it back to the Master bedroom. She saw a reflection of herself
in a mirror in the hallway and couldn't wait any longer. She came fucking
herself with the handle of the crop.
Lynne spent the rest of the week as Kate's Mistress. She dressed her in clothes
way to small for her and abused her and punished her the way she knew she
wanted. She made Kate shave her cunt blindfolded, the blade shaking in her hand
as she tried not to cut herself.
When Peter returned, Lynne was a slave again. She waited on Kate and Peter.
They whipped her and tortured her and showed her off to their friends. The only
time she was allowed to cum was when Peter wanted her to feel only pain as he
fucked her up the arse while Kate whipped her.
Kate loved nothing better than to have Lynne lie on the floor while she squatted
over her and made Lynne lick her arse hole while she played with herself.
They used her to entertain their guests at parties and lent her to their
friends. They gave her to a group of 17 men one night who took her to an old
shed on a farm where they made her do things with a German Shepherd before she
sucked each of them off. The men worked for Peter, and Lynne was part of the
'bonus' they got for securing a contract for Peter's company.
Peter played snooker with two other men most Monday nights. Lynne was the
Trophy; the winner got to take Lynne home for the night. She stood naked on a
felt dais, enclosed in glass as she watched them play; and they looked at her,
the Trophy for the better player on the night.
Each of the men had particular fetishes that had Lynne praying that Peter would
win; but he never did. Lynne could never decide which of the two men had the
most disgusting fetish; or which she'd least like to be given to. Lynne hated
Monday nights. Hated what the men made her do. But loved it that they made her
do it.
All this went on with Jenny and the other 'normal' women around the house. On
one occasion Lynne bumped into Ruth as she walked into the sitting room. Ruth
was a slim dark haired woman with deep alluring eyes. Lynne often thought about
Ruth when she masturbated for her owners before they flogged her. And she
suspected Ruth thought about her while she masturbated too.
Lynne had seen the way Ruth looked at her. She had learnt to recognise lust in a
woman's eyes. And she saw lust in Ruth's eyes. Lynne would have loved an
encounter with Ruth. She knew that wasn't permitted. She wasn't even allowed to
talk to the servants. They referred to her as 'It', but Lynne couldn't deny the
attraction she had for Ruth.
She was wearing one of her French Maid's outfits the night her body collided
with Ruth's. Both women were startled at first. Lynne could see the look in
Ruth's eyes. It was late. Lynne was on her way to her bed in the old servants
quarters down stairs. Her Master and Mistress were in bed, in a room filled with
glowing candles, having just made love while watching Lynne lie on the floor and
fuck herself up the arse with a long black candle. The flame lit the whole time
she fucked herself with it.
Lynne hadn't cum with the candle, and it was the aroused state she was in that
made her forget what she was. Instead of hanging her head and scurrying away she
grabbed Ruth's hand and pushed it against her wet cunt.
" Don't." Ruth said looking around nervously; but she didn't pull her hand away.
And she didn't pull Lynne's hand away when Lynne reached up under her dress.
Ruth's hairy little cunt was soaked. She kept saying " No. Stop it." She was
still saying it when she started cumming.
Ruth moaned so loudly when she came Lynne felt sure someone would hear her and
catch them. Lynne was about to cum with Ruth's fingers inside her when she
suddenly pulled her hand away. With her own desires satisfied, Ruth had suddenly
become 'normal' again.
" Please." Lynne pleaded with her in a whispered voice. " You can't leave me
like this. Please Ruth." Lynne was so close, she reached under her dress and
rubbed herself. " At least watch me, watch me cum Ruth please."
Lynne couldn't believe it when Ruth kneeled in front of her and stuck her tongue
inside her cunt; Lynne couldn't believe how intense her orgasm was. Later as she
lay alone in her bed Lynne wondered how many times Ruth had climaxed on her own
thinking about doing that with her, with her own fingers buried deep inside her
hairy cunt.
It was the only time Lynne and Ruth touched each other; and they were both lucky
that they hadn't been caught. But both would run the risk of getting caught
again if the chance arose.
Jenny despised Lynne from the day she was delivered and made it obvious.
On one occasion Peter and Kate were entertaining some guests in the parlour.
Lynne was brought in to serve drinks in her little French Maid's outfit. The hem
had been taken up and the damp patch on her panties was clearly visible. Some
of the guests decided to play a game with Lynne. One of them called the game: "
Don't let IT cum." They tied Lynne on top of the coffee table, her panties
around her ankles, her cunt exposed, her tits hanging out of the "U' shaped top.
The object of the game was to hold a vibrator against Lynne's cunt and get her
close to cumming, but to stop before she actually came. The women were better at
the game than the men. Some of the women had her so close before they pulled the
vibrator away and passed it on to the next person that Lynne thought she would
cum even without the vibrator being held against her cunt.
A woman had been holding it, with the tip of the vibrator just a few agonising
centimetres from her clit. Lynne's hips had been bucking into the air trying to
get the vibrator where she needed it. She was almost delirious; panting and
moaning and grunting and humping the air.
The guests decided to let her cool down a bit before they continued with the
game. Jenny was serving drinks, she glared at Lynne a few times; a spiteful hate
filled glare; but she continued to smile as she served the guests.
Then Ruth walked in. She looked at Lynne, their eyes met. Lynne saw that look in
Ruth's eyes and screamed out and climaxed. No one was touching her. She thrashed
around on the coffee table grunting like a wild thing as wave after wave of
pleasure jolted her body.
The guests laughed at her. Lying there like that tied to the coffee table and
climaxing without any stimulation. They didn't understand the stimulation Lynne
felt from the look in Ruth's eyes.
Among Lynne's screams of ecstasy and the laughter of the guests looking at Lynne
cumming on her own on the coffee table Jenny had got flustered and dropped the
tray she was holding.
When everything settled down again, when Lynne had finished grunting and
groaning and writhing around on the coffee table; when the guests had finished
laughing at her; everybody's attention turned to Jenny; on her hands and knees
on the floor picking up pieces of broken glass and wiping up the spilt drinks.
Peter was furious. He had Kate take the guests into the front sitting room and
walked over to Jenny when the guests had left the room." You stupid bitch." He
yelled at her. " What is your problem Jenny ?" Peter's tone was harsh.
" I'm sorry Sir." She looked over at Lynne. " It wasn't my fault.......I..."
" You know the arrangement here Jenny. If you are unhappy with those
arrangements, or you can't perform your work under these arrangements then I
suggest you seek employment elsewhere."
" I'm sorry Sir....please......It won't happen again....." Jenny looked up at
him as she pleaded with him. She was on her hands and knees, with Peter standing
over her.
" You have surrendered your dignity for money." Lynne thought to herself.
" How much more of yourself would you surrender for the right amount of money ?
You whore."
Jenny saw the look on Lynne's face, and sensed what she was thinking.
" I want you to clean all the toilets in the house. Including the ones
downstairs.
Do you understand?" Peter's voice was low and angry.
" Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
" Now !"
Jenny scurried off. " Wipe that look off your face slut." Peter said as he
turned to face her. Lynne's face was lit up in a smug grin.
" It's the only time she'll be cleaning your toilet. It's her punishment. She's
just a servant, but you're.....well you know what you are. She sells her labour,
not her body the way whores like you do. Don't ever confuse the two. Don't ever
think you're as good as her."
Peter and Kate were particularly cruel and demanding owners, but Lynne loved
every minute of her time as they're slave. She had no way of really knowing how
long she had been there other than her monthly cycle. There had been six times
when she was of no use to her Master and Mistress, so she assumed she'd been
there about six months.
For the few days of the month when she was of no use to them they left her
downstairs in the servants quarters. They wanted nothing to do with her during
that time.
It was different if Peter was away. As Lynne's slave, Kate didn't care what time
of the month it was for her Mistress. She did whatever her Mistress wanted her
to do anyway; and enjoyed doing it.
Kate was totally submissive to Lynne. There was nothing she wouldn't do for her
Mistress, and nothing she didn't enjoy doing for her. Lynne enjoyed being Kate's
Mistress even more than she enjoyed being their slave.
Peter went away regularly, at least once a month, and Kate was Lynne's slave
every minute he was away; and Lynne became a better Mistress each time. She
hired male prostitute's to fuck Kate; but none of them could keep an erection.
She'd stand there offering them more and more money as Kate lay bent over the
bed waiting for a hired cock up her arse; but it never happened.
She paid female prostitutes to go down on Kate; but they all refused when they
saw her. They would have gone down on Kate; but saying they wouldn't was part of
the arrangements Lynne made with them.
Lynne would tie Kate's hands behind her back and sit her in a chair and make her
watch the prostitutes go down on her. She always looked at Kate when she came
with a prostitutes tongue up her cunt.
She dressed Kate in 'whore' clothes and drove her to Canberra and had her walk
the streets of Fyshwyk trying to sell herself. But with the way Lynne had
dressed her in big boots, tight shorts and a skimpy top, Kate had very few
takers. Those that did pay to fuck Kate were either very old, very young or very
drunk. And it only cost $20 to fuck Kate on the back seat of her husbands BMW.
Lynne became more aware of how the devices of torture in the dungeon worked; and
spent a lot of time torturing Kate. She loved putting Kate in the 'Stocks.' Bent
over with her arms and head locked in place, her big fat arse sticking out;
nipple and cunt clamps hanging off her.
Lynne loved taking pictures of Kate in that position and then scanning them and
posting them to Newsgroups and WEB sites on the NET. Each morning after Lynne
weighed Kate she'd make her read out the e-mails she'd received and the comments
made about her pictures.
The pictures were posted under the name of: fatarsedslut@hotmail.com and were
accompanied by pathetic messages pleading for someone, anyone in the Melbourne
area to come around and fuck Kate up her fat arse.
Lynne made sure Kate's face was clearly visible in the photo's. Sometimes she'd
offer money for a man to fuck the fat slut. The replies and e-mails Kate got
were usually cruel but occasionally funny. Kate's cunt dripped reading what
people thought about her.
Sometimes Lynne would let Kate masturbate while she read her e-mails; but she
would never let her cum reading them. Lynne would lock Kate in her cell after
she'd read the e-mails and messages and let her fuck herself up the arse with a
cucumber while she told Lynne what an ugly fat slut she was.
But Lynne would never let Kate touch her when she was her Mistress. She made
sure Kate knew that Lynne considered her unworthy of even licking her arse hole.
On two occasions Lynne did squat on Kate's face and piss on her. But Kate
enjoyed that too much, she climaxed both times Lynne did it.
Lynne loved being Kate's Mistress, and Peter was going away more often and she
was spending more time as Kate's Mistress the longer she stayed there. She'd
been there just over six months. Peter was away again and Lynne sent Kate out to
buy a large Rottweiller. " Only a dog is going to fuck a dog like you." Lynne
had said looking down at Kate kneeling at her feet.
" Thank you Mistress." Kate panted as she licked the dirty concrete floor of the
dungeon. She wasn't allowed to lick Lynne's boots. " No fat slut like you is
good enough to lick my boots." Lynne had told her many times. She was only ever
allowed to lick the floor in front of Lynne's boots.
Lynne looked down at the fat slut at her feet and without thinking spread her
legs and urinated on the floor and on her slave. Kate licked the floor clean.
Lynne let her play with herself and climax doing it.
She made Kate call the Rottweiller 'Stud.' Kate's eyes were on fire when she led
the Rottweiller down the spiral staircase to the dungeon for the first time.
But Lynne made her wait. She let the Rottweiller sleep with Kate in her cell,
and Kate was allowed to touch him. She could jerk him off and lick him clean but
she couldn't suck him off or fuck him yet. " You need to get to know a dog
before you mate with him." Lynne said to Kate as she watched her curled up on
the floor in her cell with the Rottweiller.
Lynne left Kate simmering for a few days. She knew Kate had jerked Stud off, he
hung around her like she was a bitch on heat. Which they both knew she was.
After a few days of taunting her, Lynne walked up to the cell and told Kate it
was time to mate. " Do you think Stud will be able to keep an erection when he
sees your fat arse slut ?"
" I don't know Mistress." Kate replied excitedly, she felt no sense of shame at
what she was about to do. " I hope Stud can stay hard when he sees my fat arse.
But I know how off I am Mistress. Even a dog would find it difficult to stay
hard for me."
Lynne had Kate get down on her hands and knees on the floor in the middle of the
dungeon with her arse up in the air.
" Here Stud, here boy." Kate called out.
" Shut your slut mouth." Lynne snapped at her. " He'll fuck you if he wants to.
It's up to him. You're just the bitch on heat. The fat arsed bitch on heat."
" Yes Mistress. I'm just his fat arsed bitch on heat," Kate's voice was filled
with desperation. Her face flushed with passion. She wanted this. She needed it.
The Rottweiller walked up to Kate slowly, his paws tapping on the concrete.
Kate moaned loudly and her head slumped when she felt his hot breath on her
arse. " He like's your fat arse slut." Lynne said mockingly. Kate moaned loudly
again when she felt his tongue between the cheeks of her arse.
" Oh God Mistress. He's going to do it. He's going to fuck me. Thank you
Mistress.....Thank you.....Oh Stud.....Fuck me........" Kate couldn't speak
anymore after that. The Rottweiller suddenly mounted her and stabbed at her
between her legs with his huge swollen cock.
The Rottweiller enjoyed fucking Kate. Lynne was even able to get him to fuck her
up the arse. Kate's orgasms were brutal. The expressions on Kate's face and the
noises she made with the big Rottweiller on top of her and inside her had been
enough for Lynne to just touch herself and cum as Kate and the Rottweiller
climaxed together.
His knot was inside her. They were locked like that for a long time. Kate asked
for permission to masturbate and climaxed again with Stud still inside her.
When the Rottweiller's knot eventually began to shrink and his cock became soft,
he pulled out of her, wandered off, and cocked his leg on the bars of her cage.
Some of his cum had dripped onto the floor. Kate hungrily licked it up.
Lynne looked down at Kate, she had finally found everything she wanted,
everything she needed. She was a slave, and a mistress. Lynne felt complete,
fulfilled in a way she had never felt before. It was like she'd come to the end
of a long journey; and she loved the way it had ended.
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