LYNNE: EPILOGUE.
Lynne knew something was wrong when she walked into the Parlour.
" How may I serve you Mistress ?" She said to Kate who sat close to Peter on one
of the couches around the coffee table.
" Your little outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it Lynne ?" The
Blonde Woman said from the couch opposite where her owners were sitting.
" No Miss." Lynne answered politely, her eyes darting around the room nervously.
" You're feeding her too well." The Blonde Woman said moving her eyes from Lynne
to Peter and then Kate, and then back to Lynne. " She has a tendency to fatten
up easily. Rice and water was all I fed this slut."
Lynne's anxiety grew stronger, she knew something was very wrong. She heard
footsteps behind her, and then saw Trevor with a dark skinned woman on a leash
behind him. She wore only a black silk loin cloth. Trevor stood the woman beside
Lynne, and unclipped her leash.
" This is the one I was telling you about Kate. Her name is Tamara." The Blonde
Woman said looking at Tamara and then at Kate. " Exquisite, isn't she."
" She's incredible." Kate mumbled as her eyes devoured the young woman's body.
Tamara was more than just exquisite, or incredible or beautiful. She was the
sort of woman who took your breath away the first time you saw her. Slim, with
smooth dark skin, long shapely legs, large firm breasts, long jet black hair;
and eyes that you found hard to look away from.
" Her body is just magnificent." The Blonde Woman said looking at Kate, who was
staring at Tamara. " Her breasts, her arse, everything about her is perfect.
And she has the sweetest pussy you've ever seen." The Blonde Woman let her words
linger in the air for a moment. " And she has a look about her that is both
innocent and seductive; passive yet alluring; pure almost virginal, yet sexy and
slutty at the same time. She's one of the most amazing women I've ever come
across."
" I've never seen anything like her." Kate whispered; lost in the young woman's
charms.
" She's only 21, but I've been training her for the past six months to cater
specifically for your requirements Kate."
" How much do you want for her ?" Kate's voice had an almost desperate edge to
it; a lustfilled trembling whisper.
" A simple swap. Tamara for Lynne." The Blonde Woman smiled at Lynne as she
spoke. But it was a smile that gave Lynne no comfort. It was a threatening
ominous smile.
Lynne looked at Kate, she could see the look in her eyes. She knew there was no
contest this time.
* * * * * *
A sense of complete dread washed over Lynne and settled in the pit of her
stomach as she sat in the back of the van. Kate hadn't even looked at her when
the Blonde Woman offered Tamara in exchange for her. It was as if she wasn't
even there, had never been there.
Suddenly the van stopped, the door slid open and Trevor dragged her out. Lynne
had had everything she wanted, and the Blonde Woman had taken it all away from
her. She hated the Blonde Woman with a passion she'd never felt before.
* * * * * *
The sense of panic that had been threatening to engulf Lynne grew even stronger
as Trevor led her to the sitting room in the Blonde Woman's house. She was
naked except for a spiked collar. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her
ankles chained together.
Trevor pointed to the floor and Lynne lowered herself to her knees. Trevor
pushed her and she fell heavily onto her side. He clipped the chain on her
ankles to the chain binding her wrists behind her back, and left her there like
that on the floor, whimpering like a frightened child
The door opened behind her. She couldn't see them, but she could hear their
footsteps on the tiled floor. The sound of a womans high heels, and then the
heavy sound of a man's shoes.
The Blonde Woman and Lynne's ex-husband sat on the couch in front of her.
" Did you enjoy your time with Kate and Peter, Lynne?"
" Yes Master."
" She enjoyed being 'Mistress Lynne.' Didn't you slut ?"
" Yes Mistress."
" You don't want to be my slave again. You don't want to be anyone's slave
again. Do you Lynne ?" Lynne knew she had to face the truth.
" I want to be both, a slave and a mistress."
" You don't have that choice slut." Lynne looked at her ex-husband, hoping that
he still felt something for her, that he would do something to help her; but he
was looking at the Blonde Woman; the way he used to look at her. She hung her
head in defeat, there was nothing else to say.
* * * * * *
Things happened quickly after that. Cherie took Lynne to a bedroom where she
dressed in a pair of tight black jeans, a low cut black top, and high-heeled
black shoes. Cherie gave Lynne her diary and investment portfolio, and then
escorted her to the door. Cherie shut the door without saying a word.
Lynne turned back and looked at the Blonde Woman's house one more time as she
walked away; not knowing where she was going, or what the future held for her.
* * * * * *
The view from the revolving restaurant at the top of Centre Point Tower was
bleak; dark and depressing as rain lashed against the window. A couple sat
together staring out at the city below, both deep in thought.
" Thanks for meeting me. I just needed to see you, to say goodbye properly."
Lynne's voice was that of a woman whose spirit had been broken.
" What are you going to do now Lynne?" Her ex-husband said in a tone lacking in
feeling or compassion.
" I don't know." Lynne's face reflected the sense of helplessness and loneliness
that consumed her. " I can't go back to the way I was before; too much has
happened, I'm a different person now. I want...." Her voice trailed off and
there was a long silence. " I've failed you haven't I ? I can't be what you want
me to be. I'm sorry it didn't work out the way you wanted........"
They talked for a long time. For the first time Lynne found out who the man she
married really was, and what sort of a man he really was. And she loved him even
more than ever.
For a moment, she thought he felt the same. There was a look in his eye, a spark
she thought she'd seen before; but the look she recognised wasn't for her. The
Blonde Woman sat beside him and kissed him gently on the cheek. He turned his
face so as the next kiss was on his lips.
" Have you told her yet ?" The Blonde Woman said without even acknowledging
Lynne was there.
" No. I thought I'd let her see for herself."
Nothing more was said. Lynne saw her engagement ring on the Blonde Woman's
finger. She thought it had been pawned off by the men from the tyre shop who'd
defiled her wedding dress. But she'd recognise her engagement ring anywhere.
Her ex-husband had invited her to a small gathering, a celebration at the Blonde
Woman's house. Lynne knew now what they were celebrating. There was no need to
say anything more.
"They look so right together," Lynne thought to herself as she watched them walk
away, arm in arm, smiling. Enjoying just being with each other. Then Lynne
turned and looked back out the window at the depressing view of Sydney on a cold
and dark autumn afternoon.
* * * * * *
Lynne tried to stay away, tried with every part of her to forget about the
Blonde Women and her ex-husband and everything that had happened. She had to
find a new life for herself; but she had to see the end of her old life for
herself first.
Perhaps there was an element of wanting to punish herself for not being what he
wanted her to be. For not being what the Blonde Woman was.
Cheri opened the door in her little French Maid's uniform; the hem was a lot
shorter than it used to be.
" Good evening Miss." Cherie said coldly, as if she didn't even know Lynne.
" They're expecting me Cherie."
" I don't think so Miss." Cherie started to close the door.
" I'm glad you came." Lynne's ex-husband said, appearing behind Cherie. She
quickly opened the door again and stood meekly to one side. Lynne followed her
ex-husband out onto the veranda where 25 or 30 people were mingling in groups,
talking and laughing. Music played softly in the background as Cherie and Kelly
served drinks and fetched ash trays and looked after the needs of the guests.
Lynne saw John, their lawyer and friend; he saw her, but he didn't acknowledge
her. David and Michelle saw her too, Lynne thought Michelle had smiled at her,
but she wasn't sure.
Lynne recognised most of the faces around her from other parties from another
time. But no one seemed to recognise her. She looked very different to the way
they had seen her in the past.
The music stopped and the guests went politely quiet as Lynne's ex-husband and
the Blonde Woman walked into the middle of the room. " You all know my ex-wife
Lynne." He said pointing at her, but not looking at her. " I think everybody in
this room has fucked her at least once." The room erupted into laughter. Lynne
wanted to run out, to run away from them and never look back. She knew now why
she was here. This was her final humiliation.
* * * * * *
When the laughter died down he continued. " My lovely ex-wife is a slut, and a
whore; and for a while there she made a very good slave. And as you all know,
for a woman to be a good Mistress, she has first, to be a good slave."
"I had everything I wanted until I met Lynne; after that she was everything I
wanted. I loved her in a way I didn't believe in; with a passion I didn't
understand."
"But I couldn't change who I am, none of us can. So I lead two lives; one as a
loving husband; one as a Master who owned and sold women as if they were rare
stamps or coins. But all the while I kept hoping that one day Lynne could join
me in the other world I lived in; the world we have made for ourselves."
" It took me four years of coaxing her and planting thoughts in her mind and
exposing her to situations that she wouldn't otherwise have been exposed to.
Eventually, when I thought she was ready, I led her to a cliff and pushed her
off; hoping she'd land safely in this world. Tonight, I'll find out if she did."
Lynne wasn't sure what he meant, then she saw the expression on the Blonde
Woman's face. " What's going on......?" The composure and dignity that was so
much a part of the Blonde Woman was gone. Her face had grown suddenly pale.
" Shut up slut." Lynne's ex-husband said loudly, harshly. Then he walked over to
Lynne and took her hands in his. " I'm sorry you had to go through so much to
get to where we are now; but it was the only way."
They stared into each others eyes for a moment. Like they did that day they got
married; that day was a lifetime away now; in another time; another world.
" This is my house Lynne, the slaves are mine, everything's mine; and it's all
yours too if you want it. Marry me again. Be my wife, my slave, and the Mistress
of my house."
" This isn't what was suppose to happen......" The Blonde Woman was frantic,
confused. " You promised me, you said....."
He turned around slowly and looked at her, a cold cruel smile on his face. "
I've been fucking with your head for four years. But you know how that works."
" You bastard ! You fucking bastard." She lifted her arm to strike him but
Trevor grabbed her from behind. She struggled hysterically for a while, then
slowly submitted till all the fight had gone out of her. A room full of people
she knew well bore witness to her humiliation.
Lynne's ex-husband reached out and slid the engagement ring off her finger.
"Get her out of here."
" Please you can't do this......please......." Her words gave way to tears as
Trevor dragged her away.
* * * * * *
Lynne's new Master and husband-to-be, fucked her with a passion Lynne had never
experienced before. They climaxed together and then he watched Lynne climax
again as Cherie licked his cum from inside her while Kelly fucked Lynne's arse
with her tongue.
The two slaves were dismissed and the Master and Mistress lay on the bed
together; enjoying the afterglow and talking for a long time.
Lynne laughed as her husband-to-be told her of the tricks and techniques he'd
used over the years to plant thoughts in her mind; to sow the seeds that had
blossomed into what they were now sharing. He didn't regard it as 'behaviour
modification.' He didn't think he'd done anything to change her; all he'd done
was help her to find out who she really was.
He led her down a path she didn't even know she was on. She smiled at him
lovingly when he told her that he would have stopped the moment he knew it was a
path she didn't want to be on. He would have given it all up for her if he'd
been forced to make a choice.
" But you kept responding." He said smiling back at her. " I think I took it too
slowly with you."
She hit him playfully with a pillow. " Well, I'm a slut, what did you expect.
You should have taken me to a brothel for our honeymoon instead of Noumea."
They looked at each other in silence for a moment. " How did you know?" Lynne
said in a soft voice. " How did you know I was ready that night of the party in
the garage? How did you know I'd take the next step with Kate ?" There were so
many questions.
" I just know you Lynne. I know you in a way that's hard to put into words.
You're not just my partner, you're part of me. I can't really explain it." He
didn't need to, Lynne understood.
* * * * * *
Cherie served them breakfast in the warmth of the autumn sun streaming in
through the windows on the veranda.
" If Lynne decides to keep you Cherie. I suggest you only ever serve her fresh
orange juice, that you don't burn the toast, and that the coffee isn't too hot."
Lynne smiled at the man she loved; Cherie looked at Lynne nervously.
" I would only ever serve you fresh juice Mistress.....I would never....."
" Shut up Cherie. You're a very appealing and attractive woman when you aren't
speaking."
" I'm sorry Mistress." Cherie stepped back with her head bowed. None of the
slaves knew what would become of them now. They had no idea the Blonde Woman was
just a slave like them. That that is all she ever was.
" She was just the bait." Lynne's husband said dismissively. The bait to lure
Lynne into the other world in which he lived; the world he wanted Lynne to join
him in." There's something about her." He said of the Blonde Woman." Women go
all weak at the knees and wet at the crotch when they're around her. Just like
you did Lynne. I've always found her rather ordinary myself. She's a good slave;
obedient, and loves pain, loves it. And she is an imaginative and cruel
Mistress, when I let her play Mistress. But she forgot that she was still just a
slave; they all do if you let them play Mistress for too long. Maybe I've just
had her for too long. Maybe I'm just bored with her."
Cherie grew increasing anxious as she heard the way her Master spoke. They were
all worried that Lynne wouldn't want them; that they would face the uncertain
future of being sold at auction. Anyone could buy them; their new owners could
have all sorts of weird fetishes. It was the fear of the unknown; and all the
slaves were terrified.
* * * * * *
After breakfast Lynne and her husband-to-be walked down the stairs together
towards the cage room. It was time for Lynne to decide which of the slaves she
wanted to keep, and which she wanted to get rid of.
" The Blonde Woman." Lynne said softly. " What is her name?" Lynne stared
towards the cage room deep in thought as she heard the Blonde Woman's name for
the first time. " I don't like it. It doesn't suit her."
" Perhaps her new owners will give her a new name." Lynne's husband-to-be said
casually. " I don't really give a fuck. I've got everything I want now."
" So have I......"
* * * * * *
The slaves were all on their knees at the doors to their cages in their little
black Slave Girl outfits. Red was the Blonde Woman's favourite colour. Lynne was
the Mistress now, and her slaves wore black.
Lynne walked up to the first cage on her right. Monica looked up at her with an
expression of resignation on her face. She'd been so cruel to Lynne, she knew
her fate was sealed before Lynne even spoke.
" Do you want me to keep you Monica?" Lynne loved the power she had over these
women. She felt a rush; a sense of exhilaration; feelings she couldn't describe
and had never encountered before.
" Yes please Mistress. I'll do anything to please you Mistress, anything."
Monica pleaded, but her voice betrayed her sense of hopelessness.
" Very well little whore, I will keep you for now." Monica's face lit up, her
eyes suddenly full of life.
" Thank you Mistress....Thank you....."
" Don't thank me Monica. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll wish I'd sold
you."
Lynne turned and walked to the first cage on her left. A slim, attractive woman
with shoulder length brown hair and smallish breasts stared up from the floor at
her new Mistress. Catherine Anne Thomas no longer had any air of authority about
her. She looked so frightened, so vulnerable. She was just another slave now." I
never voted for you when you were a politician either." Lynne said spitefully.
Catherine's head slumped, she thought Lynne would keep her; she had been famous
in another life; but she knew now that that didn't matter anymore.
Lynne walked across to the second cage on the right. Therese, the woman who had
been the 'Dog' was kneeling at the door to her cage. " Open her cage."
Therese crawled over and knelt at Lynne's feet, waiting to hear what fate
awaited her." I want you to assist me with the slaves Therese. I will let you
play Mistress; I know you'll never forget that you're still just a slave
yourself."
" Thank you Mistress." Therese said humbly. Her words and expression gave no
indication of the sense of relief she felt. With all these beautiful women to
have as her slaves, she was sure Lynne would get rid of her. But Therese was the
most naturally submissive of all of them. There would have been no dramatic
scenes if Lynne had chosen not to keep her. Therese would accept whatever her
Mistress decided.
Lynne walked across to the second cage on the left, working her way down the
room. " I don't want to be your slave......Mistress." Paula spat her words out.
She was on her knees in her cage, wearing a skimpy little slave girl outfit; but
the defiance in her voice and on her face overshadowed her submissive pose.
" Just sell me so I can get away from you. I will NEVER be YOUR slave."
Lynne smiled at her. " You already are my slave. You'll do whatever I fucking
tell you to do. You have no choice you arrogant little slut."
Paula's defiance faltered for an instant, she hadn't expected Lynne to say no,
but the defiance quickly returned. " I do have a choice." She stood up and
glared at Lynne. " I beg of you to free me Mistress."
It was the code phrase that would set her free forever if she repeated it. " I
beg of you to free me Mistress." Her eyes were filled with contempt as she said
it a second time.
" Very well Paula." Lynne said smiling smugly. " Say hello to Lexy for me."
The defiance quickly disappeared from Paula's face, replaced by a look of sheer
terror as the realisation of what she'd done hit her. She would end up like
Lexy. What else was there for her; where else would she go ? Her arrogance had
got the better of her. She'd allowed the way she felt about Lynne to control
her. Feelings are a luxury a slave cannot afford.
Trevor opened the door to Paula's cage as a sense of panic washed over her. She
threw herself onto her knees at Lynne's feet. " I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't
mean it please......You can make me regret the way I treated you.....You can
make me sorry you kept me......."
Lynne looked down at her expressionless. " Can you bark like a dog Paula ?"
Paula knew what Lynne meant. She would become 'The Dog.' The slave for the
slaves, just as Therese had been. She looked up at Lynne.
" Yes Mistress. Woof."
" Louder."
" Woof."
" Louder."
" Woof Woof."
Lynne laughed loudly. She couldn't believe how pathetic Paula looked and
sounded. The more Lynne laughed the harder Paula tried to bark like a dog.
" Go over to your cage and cock your leg on the bars, you know what else to do
Dog."
" Yes Mistress." Paula crawled over on all fours to her cage and lifted one leg.
She squeezed her stomach muscles hard and urinated on the bars to her cage. "
See Mistress. I can be a good Dog.....see......"
Lynne looked at the warm liquid squirting from between Paula's legs. " You might
make a very good dog Paula. But you'll never really know now will you ?"
" No........Please......" Paula left a trail of urine on the concrete floor as
Trevor dragged her away.
" Get something and clean that up."
" Yes Mistress." Therese bowed her head and scurried away.
Lynne walked across to the third cage on the right; Cherie's cage. " You are a
stunning woman Cherie. By far the most attractive of any of the slaves I now
own." Cherie looked up at Lynne. Her eyes filled with passion for her new
Mistress. " The problem with you Cherie is that you know it. You need to be
brought down a peg or two. Can you bark like a dog ?"
Cherie looked around nervously; she thought she was far too beautiful far too
sexy to be 'The Dog.' But she'd seen how cold, how ruthless Lynne had been with
the others; she got down on all fours and started barking as loudly as she
could. " Cock your leg against the cage Cherie."
" Yes Mistress." Cherie moved closer to the bars of her cage and lifted her leg.
Lynne could see the strip of blonde hair between her legs. She watched Cherie's
stomach muscles tense and then relax, and then strain again.
" I'm sorry Mistress I can't....I just went a while ago. I...."
" If there isn't a puddle there when I've finished with the others you'll be on
your way to the auctions Cherie." Lynne turned her back on Cherie as she kept
straining to do what she knew she had to do.
Kim was in the third cage on the left. Lynne had only seen her a few times. She
was an attractive woman, slim, late 20s, short dark hair and smooth olive skin
with large firm tits.
" Show me your cunt slut." Kim lifted her skirt and spread her lips for her new
Mistress. Lynne looked but wasn't overly impressed. " Is there any particular
reason why I should keep you Kim?"
Kim looked up at her Mistress. Her wet cunt lips slipped from her fingers. " She
couldn't think of anything to say. She would be a good slave, but they would all
say that. She would do whatever Lynne wanted her to do. But they would all say
that. She loved having things shoved up her arse. But so did all the other
women. She couldn't think of anything special about herself.
" No, I didn't think so." Lynne said as she turned and walked over to the fourth
cage on the right. The cage that used to be hers. Kristy looked up at Lynne with
a strange combination of fear and affection. Then her eyes were distracted for
an instant as she watched Kim being led away. She looked back at Lynne and she
knew; she knew that she wouldn't be the next one to be led away.
" You will be my maid, as well as my slave Kristy. You will serve me, you will
cater to my every whim. Do you understand?"
" Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Her voice was soft, but filled with passion and conviction.
The forth cage on the left was Kelly's. She was there at the start. She was
there the night of the Dinner when Lynne first fell under the spell of the
Blonde Woman; and Lynne liked Kelly from the start. She was young, slim,
attractive; and her short dark hair gave her a butch-dyke look that excited
Lynne. " I've seen more than enough of you Kelly. It's time for some new faces
in here."
" Yes Mistress." Kelly whispered, her head bowed.
" Put this on, I think you're going to need it where you're going." Kelly looked
up absent mindedly at first. She'd been through so much already. Then she saw
Trevor holding the chastity belt out for her.
" Thank you Mistress." Kelly forced herself to say as she reached out for the
chastity belt that had tormented her so much in the past, and may well torment
her again.
Debbie was in the last cage on the right. She was the woman who Lynne feared at
one stage would take her husband as hers. He had never intended to make a slave
out of Debbie. But he couldn't get rid of her once Lynne was gone. She did
whatever he told her to from the first night he fucked her.
She had gone from a frustrated house wife with a pig of a husband to a slut and
a whore and then a slave in a matter of weeks. Her conversion and submission had
been an unexpected bonus. She was quite an attractive woman, a sexy woman. Slim,
long mousy brown hair, smallish tits; and she had the look of a slut about her.
And from what Lynne's husband-to-be had said she was an extremely submissive and
obedient slave.
But her voice was an irritating high pitched whine. The Blonde Woman had banned
her from speaking and made her wear a red ball-gag at all times. Lynne looked
down at her. Debbie hadn't experienced anything like this and the fear and
anxiety was all over her face and in her eyes.
Lynne looked at her disinterestedly. " Like I said Debbie, we need some new
faces around here, and some new voices." Debbie tried to protest, to plead her
case with her Mistress; but with the ball-gag in her mouth she could say
nothing; she could just make noises; pathetic noises.
Lynne looked at the woman on her knees in the last cage on the left. Black
suited the Blonde Woman. She was 28, with beautiful long blonde hair, and a body
that had to be seen to be appreciated. She looked so different now though. She
was just another slave.
" Bring her out here." Lynne said, and Therese quickly opened the cage door.
Every eye in the cage room watched the Blonde Woman crawl over to Lynne and
kneel at her feet.
" Your revenge will be much sweeter if you keep me Mistress. There are so many
ways you can torture me, humiliate me, punish me. There are so many things you
can do to me Mistress. There is nothing sweeter than revenge Mistress. You could
have your revenge if you kept me as your slave."
" You're a cunning little slut, aren't you? But I was always going to keep you.
I don't need a slut like you to tell me how sweet revenge is. But revenge has
two sides; you're going to find out all about the other side.
" Thank you Mistress." The Blonde Woman said in a desperate whispered voice
filled with relief. She lowered her face to the floor in front of her Mistress's
feet.
Lynne's husband-to-be stood looking in admiration at the woman he loved. She was
exactly how he knew she would be. " You should thank your Mistress properly." He
said disdainfully. The Blonde Woman quickly started licking Lynne's feet. Her
tongue sliding over the straps of Lynne's black shoes and between her toes.
" There are so many things you can do to her Lynne. What are you going to do
with her first?" He looked down at the Blonde Woman cowering at Lynne's feet and
licking her toes.
Lynne looked at her husband-to-be, and then down at the Blonde Woman.
" I know exactly what I'm going to do with her first."
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