Her Next Door

Chapter One

Lynn looked out from the anonymity of her large sunglasses. There she was again in the back garden. Perfect hair, perfect figure, perfect tan, perfect family. She must have been in her mid thirties but she had the figure of a twenty year old. In this day and age she must have been the most well mannered person Lynn had ever met. Her husband was some kind of salesman who spent lots of time away. When he was home, mainly at the weekends, you could hear the two of them at it like rabbits, all weekend long. And they had a ten year old son - a football playing, scouting, perfectly mannered, son. Socially the two of them were great too - many a backyard barbeque had been shared with the associated downing of fine wine. The husband, Steve, was a bit of a handyman and was always willing to pop in to fix leaky taps and such - and always the perfect gentleman. The object of her attention was coming back onto the porch, having finished tending her (oh so) perfect garden.

"Hi Lynn - great weather isn't it?" The voice carried the sunshine lilt of the country of her birth - South Africa.

"Yeah it's terrific Sandy", Lynn replied "Is it barbeque time tonight?"

"Well, Steve is away at a conference and Dougie is at a Scout Camp, so I guess it is toasted cheese for me tonight," came the reply.

Lynn's mind shot into overdrive. Could she make the arrangements in time?

"Why don't you come over and join me then?" she asked, "My Mike is away for a golfing weekend, so I am on my own too." Mike was her part time significant other - the jerk who popped round weekly for a fuck without commitment.

"Hey, thanks Lynn, that sounds great. What can I bring?"

"A nice cold bottle of that South African Pink bubbly would be nice," Lynn replied.

"No sweat, I will just have a quick shower and be over there in about an hour - OK?"

"Make it half an hour," Lynn said, "and I will get things ready here."

Sandy smiled and shot indoors to go and have a shower. In the bathroom she quickly slipped off her gardening gear and smiled at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She had plenty to smile about with her 121 pound, 5'7", 36-27-36 figure. Not bad for a 35 year old. Her shoulder length dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and she tied it back before stepping into the shower. She looked down and caught sight of her bush. It certainly needed a trim, so she reached for the Ladyshave and set to it. When she was finished, she had a neatly trimmed triangle above the bare pink lips that Steve loved so much.

Stepping out of the shower she towelled herself dry and walked naked into the bedroom to get dressed. She was always a little shy about nudity, having been brought up by puritanical Afrikaner parents. Steve had done much to help her get rid of lots of her inhibitions, but some things were deeply ingrained. She turned to her wardrobe and selected her clothes. Matching tanga panties and bra in pristine white showed off her tan to perfection. Over this went the mini-dress Steve had bought her in Barbados. It had a tight bodice that clung to her fantastic breasts and flared at the hips. More to the point it was brightly patterned in yellow and blue - very summery and just right for the current spell of warm weather. Slipping on her favourite leather strap sandals, she was ready.

Next door, Lynn had been busy too. She had arranged the furniture to her liking and made one or two calls to friends. This completed, she too shot upstairs and into the shower. Lynn was a compact, forty year old, secretary at the local Young Offenders institute. At a stretch she was 5'2", and weighed in at just two pounds heavier than Sandy. She was well muscled from all the lunch hours spent in the gym, and liked to keep herself fit. She played hockey in the winter and squash during the rest of the year. In the shower she stood for a couple of minutes just letting the warm water course over her, while her brain raced at the thought of the evening ahead.

Sandy picked a bottle of Sparkling wine out of the fridge and went out onto the back porch to see if Lynn was there. She was happy to have Lynn as a neighbour as the two of them got on like a house on fire. Strangely, she had never been in Lynn's house, so this was a first in the four years they had been neighbours. She jumped over the eighteen-inch wall onto Lynn's porch and knocked at the back door.

"You're late!" Lynn shouted, "Come on in."

Sandy glanced at her watch - it was 35 minutes since she had gone to get ready. She walked through to the lounge and there was Lynn, standing at the hi-fi.

"I thought we said an hour" Sandy said.

"I said half an hour," Lynn replied curtly, "Rod Stewart OK?"

Sandy was a bit taken aback at Lynn's sharp reply, but brushed it off as just one of those things.

"How about some bubbly?" she asked.

"Great. The glasses are there on the shelf behind you."

Sandy opened the bottle and poured two big glasses. Putting the bottle down, she handed a glass to her friend. Lynn looked fine in a summer dress that came to mid calf. She had recently been in Ibiza for a week so her tan was deep brown.

"I have just had these carpets done, so could you take your shoes off, please?"

Sandy bent over and slipped off the ankle straps of her shoes, kicking them under the table. The two women dropped into Lynn's huge leather armchairs and sipped their bubbly. As Sandy launched into a tale of the latest exploits of her Siamese cat, it struck her that Lynn still had her shoes on. Again she dismissed the oddity - perhaps they were indoor shoes, but the heel seemed quite severe. Wrapped up in the story of the cat she burbled on and forgot about the shoes.

The conversation ebbed and flowed as the two women talked about everything in their lives.

"We seem to have run out of wine," said Lynn "Go next door and get some more, Sandy."

Sandy stood up to go and get the wine.

"Better put your shoes on", said Lynn "You don't want to dirty your feet on the porch."

By the time Sandy had gone out through the back door and into her fridge to get another bottle, Lynn was on her back porch.

"Might as well make it two," she called.

Sandy grabbed another bottle and, closing her back door, went to the wall. She expected Lynn to take one of the bottles, but the older woman just stepped back to give her room to climb over the wall. Sandy stepped up onto the wall, giving Lynn a flash of her white tanga panties, and jumped down on the other side.

"Sorry, Lynn, I didn't mean to flash you!" she said, contritely.

There was no response from Lynn as she turned and flounced into the kitchen.

"Don't forget your shoes," she said.

Sandy stopped and once again removed her shoes.

"What about your shoes?" Sandy asked.

"My house, my rules," Lynn snapped, "Go and pour some more wine."

Sandy was taken aback at the abruptness Lynn used when talking to her. Lynn went to the kitchen door and locked it. That done, she followed Sandy into the lounge. As it was getting dark, Lynn closed the curtains.

Sandy began to feel light headed. Lynn was talking to her, but it sounded like she was a long way away. Lynn was asking her questions about Steve and Dougie, and she replied that they were both away for the whole weekend.

"Good," said Lynn, "Then there is no time like the present. Sandy I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me here."

Sandy dropped from the chair onto all fours. It seemed like the thing to do, and she was happy to do as Lynn commanded. When she reached Lynn's chair the older woman held up her hand, commanding her to stop.

"OK girl, here is how things are. The last glass of wine was spiked with a nice little drug that will allow you to do what I tell you and nothing else. We use it in the prisoner's tea at work, and we find it makes them nice and easy to control. Of course, the government wouldn't approve, but budgets can be manipulated to hide such things."

"I want you to kneel up now and spread your legs as wide as you can."

Sandy hesitated for a minute, trying to comprehend what was happening. Lynn's hand shot out and slapped her face hard.

"Kneel girl!" she snapped.

Sandy sat back on her knees and spread her legs. The mini dress afforded no cover and her white tanga panties were on full display. The digital camera in Lynn's hands flashed.

Lynn got out of her chair and walked over to the dresser. She walked back to Sandy and in a quick move fastened a collar around her neck. Nothing fancy, just a cheap dog collar with a chain lead. Tugging on the collar, she pulled Sandy forward onto all fours again.

"Come my little bitch, I have something to show you."

Chapter Three

Sandy stood before her Mistress.

"I told you that you were to be barefoot at all times in my presence. What are those on your feet?"

Sandy looked down at her sandals.

"Take them off, now. And, by the way, that is six points, three per foot. Also you are not wearing your collar and chain. I guess that is another six points. Oh dear, let me see - isn't that twelve points?"

Sandy slipped off her sandals and reached for her collar. She fastened it around her neck, leaving the leash dangling down the front of her dress. Lynn stood up and grabbed the leash. She pulled Sandy into the lounge. Dragging her to the sofa, Lynn sat down. She pulled on the leash and Sandy was propelled across Lynn's knee. Without further ado, Lynn flipped up the back of the ridiculously short sundress and started spanking Sandy's bum. Sandy squealed and wriggled, trying desperately to pull down the back of her mini-dress to preserve her modesty, and almost breaking Lynn's grasp. Lynn stopped abruptly and pushed Sandy to her knees.

"Now, Missy, I did say you would be punished, and you will be. Go to the dresser and bring back the handcuffs from the top drawer." Sandy had no choice. She went to the dresser and brought back the cuffs.

"Take off your dress."

Sandy was horrified. Apart from her mother she had never been naked in front of another woman before.

"Do it now!" Lynn ordered, "It isn't as if you have a bloody choice!"

Sandy reached down and pulled the dress over her head. She was left standing in nothing but a g-string and collar.

"Kneel down on all fours."

Sandy knelt. Lynn put her foot under Sandy's stomach and motioned her to push her bum out. She then lifted both feet and crossing her ankles put them on Sandy's back, using her as a footstool.

"Sandy, you are mine now. I do what I want, when I want, if I want, with you. You are mine. You are my pet. You are my slave. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Lynn."

"OK. Now get on your feet and lie down over my knee. I am going to spank you for wearing your sandals and not wearing your collar."

Sandy stood up and draped herself over Lynn's knee. She was humiliated enough to be naked, but Lynn was fully clothed too, and somehow that made it all the worse. Using her foot, Lynn spread Sandy's legs, positioning her just how she wanted her.

"Give me the cuffs, slave."

Lynn fastened the cuffs behind Sandy's back. Her hand caressed the smooth pink buttocks and thighs. She felt Sandy stiffen. Her arm raised up and then dropped, landing a stinging blow on Sandy's rump. The girl squealed, but with the handcuffs and Lynn holding her down she was trapped. The blows fell with a rhythm that turned her pink butt cheeks a glowing red. Not a millimetre was left untouched. Tears streamed down Sandy's face, and she alternately sobbed and squealed with each blow. Lynn felt Sandy's nipples harden against her thigh, and she smiled to herself in grim satisfaction.

"Spread your legs"

Sandy spread her legs as wide as her position would allow, and Lynn continued her spanking, only now she was targeting the inside of the tanned thighs and striking upward towards her captive's pussy. Sandy, with tears streaming down her face, and humiliated beyond all belief, felt the blows raining down on her pussy, and was suddenly overcome with a new sensation - her nipples were like pebbles and she was wet! Lynn smiled to herself again as she saw the sheen appear on the G-string, which was just covering Sandy's pussy lips. This was going to be fun! She grabbed the back of Sandy's G- string and tore it from her body. Next, with no further ceremony she plunged two fingers into Sandy's cunt. Sandy bucked against the sudden intrusion, but in the process she rubbed her clit against Lynn's hard thigh. Lynn pumped her fingers in and out, speeding up as Sandy shuddered to an almighty orgasm. When her climax had passed Lynn pushed her to the ground. She had never orgasmed like that before!

"Kneel in front of me, bitch!"

Sandy immediately got to her knees in front of Lynn. Her breasts heaved with the exertion of her orgasm, and the insides of her thighs were slick with her own cum.

"Spread those legs, girl," Lynn commanded.

Sandy spread her knees wide.

"So, my girl, I think you enjoyed that. A small thank you would be nice."

"Thank you," said Sandy in a small voice.

She fell backwards as Lynn's foot, in her high-heeled shoe, hit her in the middle of her chest. Lynn stood above the prone woman with her right heel poised over Sandy's nipple. She lowered her foot till the stiletto made contact with Sandy's nipple and began to put weight on it.

"It is "Thank you, Mistress Lynn", slut!" Lynn growled.

Sandy's eyes were on the indentation of her nipple. She groaned at the pain but also responded to the flashing sensation it sent darting to her inner core.

"Sorry Mistress Lynn. Thank you, Mistress Lynn. Please don't hurt me, Mistress Lynn!"

Lynn removed her foot and sat on the edge of the sofa. She reached down and picked up Sandy's leash, pulling her up onto her knees and towards her.

"I think it is time for you to show your appreciation for that orgasm."

Lynn stood and unbuttoned the front of her skirt. Beneath the skirt she wore a pair of black lace briefs. Swiftly she pulled the briefs down to her knees and let them drop to the floor. Her hairless pink pussy was inches from Sandy's face and the kneeling woman could smell the musk of Lynn's arousal. Lynn jerked the leash and Sandy's nose bumped into Lynn's crotch. Surely she didn't mean her to....

"Kiss it my girl - make me cum!"

Sandy's head recoiled involuntarily and for her trouble, she received a swat on her left breast.

"Do me now, bitch or I will beat you senseless!"

Sandy reached forward. Her balance was critical with her hands still cuffed behind her back, and she wobbled slightly till she got close enough to Lynn's crotch. The smell of her musk was strong and Sandy's tongue tentatively flicked over Lynn's hooded nub. The reaction was gratifying as the nub began to swell. Sandy's tongue licked faster and Lynn's hips began to gyrate. Sandy licked around Lynn's clit and her tongue delved past the outer lips, searching for the tender inner lips. The salty taste filled Sandy's mouth as Lynn grabbed her hair and forced her face even tighter into her crotch.

"Oh God, yes, yes...."

Lynn's hips bucked wildly as her orgasm swept into every part of her body. Spent, she released Sandy's hair and collapsed on the chair, her legs splayed wide and her breath coming in animalistic pants.

Sandy was roused from the rush of blood in her ears and found herself kneeling naked in front of a woman she had just licked to orgasm. She had no choice but to look at Lynn's puffy, swollen pussy lips, and slick wet thighs.

"Very, good my girl - you seem to have a talent," Lynn said looking down at the submissive woman kneeling at her feet.

The mantle clock struck nine. Lynn reached froward and pulled up her panties. Noticing that Sandy was staring at her, she grabbed the woman's right nipple and twisted savagely.

"Owww....."

"Don't stare, little girl - it is bad manners!"

"Sorry Mistress Lynn." She was so polite.

Lynn once again picked up Sandy's leash and pulled her to her feet. Without a word she dragged the cowed woman to the stairs and pulled her upwards. At the top of the stairs she turned towards the bathroom, and turning Sandy, released her handcuffs before she shoved her into the bathroom.

"Wash and spruce up," she commanded, "And leave the door open."

Her wash finished, Sandy emerged from the bathroom, and seeing Lynn in the bedroom she entered the room. Lynn handed her a black G-string.

"Put it on and come downstairs," she said, turning and leaving the room.

Chapter Four

Sandy pulled on the G-string. It was tight, so she left the waist band lower than she would have done with her own g-strings. She went downstairs and walked into the lounge.

"Come here, please," said Lynn, smiling at her.

Sandy stood in front of Lynn. Lynn reached up and stroked her breasts, causing the nipples to jump to attention. Her hand trailed down to Sandy's hip and across the top of her thigh, coming to rest cupping her pussy. She tutted and reached to each side of the g-string pulling it up over Sandy's hip bones. The gusset pulled up tight, outlining Sandy's slit. Sandy gasped as the g-string slid into her slit.

"Lynn, I can't keep doing this. Can we stop so that I can go home now please?" Sandy pleaded "I won't tell anyone, I promise."

Lynn's eyes slowly raised themselves up to Sandy's face.

"I know you won't tell anyone my dear," she said, "But then you can't afford to, can you? And, it is Mistress Lynn to you!"

The last of the sentence was accompanied by punctuating slaps to Sandy's bare thighs.

"Go and stand behind the lounge door with your hands behind your back and your feet about eighteen inches apart. And don't dare move till I tell you!"

Sandy did as she was told. Lynn moved around the lounge fussing with cushions and tidying up. Sandy watched the activity without moving. Every time Lynn passed her she would touch her, on her breasts, buttocks or pussy. On one occasion her hand lingered on Sandy's crack, and to Sandy's horror, she felt the g-string dampen.

"When my friends arrive, you will do exactly as they say. They have my permission to use you as they wish. Do you understand?"

Sandy's eyes grew wide with fear. Surely Lynn had not invited friends round?

Slap! The blow landed squarely on Sandy's pussy, causing her pussy lips to clench tight.

"Ahhhh...."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Lynn," Sandy replied as she shuddered from the wave of pain emanating from her pussy.

"Good," said Lynn, "Now go and put the kettle on and make some coffee too."

As Sandy made her way towards the kitchen, Lynn playfully swatted her bum with an open hand. Sandy moved around the kitchen, acutely aware that Lynn was watching every sway and jiggle of her body. When the kettle was boiled and the coffee in the filter machine, Lynn ordered her back to the lounge. She produced the handcuffs and once more cuffed Sandy's hands behind her back. She then made her kneel beside her chair, ensuring that the obligatory spread thighs were achieved. She then looped the leash around her wrist and picked up a magazine to read.

Almost an hour passed. Lynn read her magazine and ignored Sandy, except to occasionally stroke her breast or her hair absentmindedly, as one does a dog. Sandy's legs went to sleep beneath her. A confusion of images of the preceding night and morning raced through Sandy’s mind. She could not believe the predicament she was in, naked but for her g-string and with her hands cuffed behind her back, wearing a dog collar and leash, at the mercy of the woman in the chair beside her. Thoughts of her husband and son filled her mind. They must never find out about this. Perhaps if she humoured Lynn for a while longer, it would soon be over and she could put all of this behind her. She would talk Steve into selling the house and then they could move away and she would be safe. Sandy’s thoughts were interrupted as Lynn’s hand slid over her left breast idly tweaking her nipple. Sandy sucked in a breath at the small fizz of electricity that sped straight to her crotch. She closed her eyes as Lynn twisted her nipple and her face flushed as she felt the dampness start again between her legs. Despite her disbelief, her body betrayed her excitement. Maybe it was right that this strong woman should become her mistress. Maybe she really was born to be subservient. Lynn leaned over towards her, her hand travelling down between her new slave’s legs. Lynn’s mouth covered Sandy’s and her tongue probed Sandy’s lips. Sandy’s mouth opened and a small groan of pleasure escaped from her lips. Lynn smiled to herself as she felt her victim give in to her feelings. She rubbed Sandy’s sopping wet crotch through the G string, and was rewarded with the tell tale sign of Sandy pushing down on her hand. Abruptly she stopped rubbing and turned back to her magazine, smiling at the whimper that escaped the bound woman’s lips. There was complete silence in the room, with the exception of the ticking mantle clock.

The ringing of the doorbell shattered the silence. Sandy started as Lynn rose from her chair. Lynn pulled on the lead, tugging Sandy to her feet.

"Stand here, legs apart," she commanded, "and look down at the floor."

Sandy once again did as she was told. She was humiliated beyond all belief already, and now she was going to be practically naked in front of strangers too.

Lynn left the lounge and Sandy could hear her greeting her friends. The five women entered the room, and silence fell as they saw Sandy for the first time.

"Oh, Lynn, she is just dandy!" said the first one.

She was tall and blond, and very curvaceous. She looked Sandy up and down with obvious appreciation.

"Has she had surgery on those tits?" she asked.

"I don't know," replied Lynn, "I think they are natural, but why don't you have a feel and tell us. After all you are the nurse here."

All the women laughed as the blonde stepped forward and lifted Sandy's left breast in her hand. With her other hand she pinched Sandy's right nipple and using it as a handle lifted her breast. Sandy gasped.

"Well, Sandy, are these titties real then?" the blonde asked.

"Yessss," Sandy gasped, struggling with the pain as the taller woman crushed her left breast and twisted her right nipple.

Slap! Lynn's hand flashed up between her thighs and landed on Sandy's unprotected pussy.

"You will call my friends, Mistress, girl!" she barked.

"Sorry, Mistress Lynn," Sandy wailed, "Yes Mistress, they are real!"

The blonde woman dropped both breasts and the assembly chuckled as they saw the reaction in Sandy's nipples - they were standing out like little organ stops.

"Wow, I bet she is damp too," said another woman.

This woman was a mousy blonde, and very ordinary looking.

"Check for yourself, Heather," said Lynn.

Heather stepped up to Sandy and brought her face close to the handcuffed woman. Without saying a word she kissed Sandy full on the mouth. Her hand held Sandy's head and her tongue forced its way into Sandy's mouth. Her right hand dived onto Sandy's pussy and she ran her fingers along the length of Sandy's crack, from stern to stem. Lifting her hand, she looked at the dampness on it, and her eyes flashed in triumph.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed, "The little cow is soaking."

A third woman grabbed Sandy's leash and pulled her to the middle of the lounge floor. Sandy recognised her from some of Lynn's barbeques. Her name was Alison and she was Lynn's personal trainer at the Gym. She forced Sandy to her knees and smiled with quiet satisfaction as Sandy spread her thighs. The rest of the women sat down in their various chairs. They each had a black bag with them, all bearing a well known sex shop's logo.

Lynn went to the curtains and pulled them open. Sunlight streamed in. Sandy's first thought was that anyone passing could see her kneeling naked in a circle of fully clad women.

"Right," said Lynn, "Today I think we should decide what we are going to do with this little bitch, and then, as you have all brought your favourite toys, I am sure Sandy will be willing to demonstrate them for us. Sandy?"

"Yes Mistress Lynn," she said, eyes downcast.

"Don't look so miserable Sandy, judging by the state of your nipples and your soaking fuckhole, you are enjoying this as much as we are!"

The assembled women chuckled. Sandy did not reply, but it did cross her mind that there was indeed an element of truth in what her Mistress had just said. She looked at the remaining Mistress from beneath her downcast eyes. She had been to Lynn's house before, and was openly hostile to Sandy, based on the fact that Sandy was a white South African, and she was a black South African called Thandile who now lived with her doctor husband in Scotland. Sandy's heart sank further.

"OK girls, why don't we have Sandy make us tea and coffee while we have a little chat?" asked Lynn.

The women nodded in assent. Lynn stood up from her chair and grabbed Sandy's leash. She turned her around and undid her handcuffs. Then she shoved Sandy into the kitchen.

"Wear this apron," she said, "We don't want you burning tender bits with hot water, now do we?"

The apron was a small bib affair with lace trim. Sandy pulled it over her head and tied it behind her back. Immediately her breasts fell out of each side of the bib. Sandy felt even more naked than she had a minute ago. Lynn adjusted her leash and collar so that the leash hung down Sandy's back.

"Very nice," said Lynn, "But there is something missing. Get the tea and coffee ready and I will be back."

Sandy set the tea trolley. She laid out tea, coffee, milk, biscuits and six cups. Lynn re-entered the kitchen and noted the tea trolley. She made no comment but arched her eyebrow briefly. Sandy wondered what she had done wrong.

"Lynn winked. Three points, Sandy, just nine to go till the next punishment. Put on these," she said, handing Sandy some hold up black stockings.

Sandy pulled on the stockings. They ended an inch short of her apron, and somehow seemed to exaggerate her nakedness. She pushed the trolley into the lounge.

Chapter Five

"You may serve everyone Sandy," said Lynn.

Sandy went to each of the sitting women and enquired whether they would like tea or coffee, and a biscuit. Each of the women in turn stroked her body wherever they wanted while she served them. Hands reached out and tweaked her nipples, pinched her bum or stroked her pussy. The string of her G-string became soaking and she could do nothing to hide the wetness at the top of her thighs or keep her breasts with their erect nipples behind the bib. The last Mistress she reached was Thandile.

"Would you like tea or coffee, Mistress?" she enquired of the black woman.

A guffaw of laughter escaped from Thandile's lips.

"I will have coffee, girl. And I take it just like you will learn to like your women."

Sandy winced at the use of the word "girl". It had always been used in apartheid South Africa to refer to black maidservants, whether they were older or younger. In this case, Thandile was obviously only in her late twenties and this was meant to highlight Sandy's inferior standing as she was older than Mistress Thandile.

"What do you mean about how I will like my women, Mistress Thandile?" Sandy asked in a respectful tone.

The black girl guffawed again.

"Hot, strong, black and bitter you stupid bitch," she said, and the rest of the women laughed.

Sandy felt her cheeks burning as she served coffee to Thandile. She was about to turn away when Thandile grabbed her lead and pulled her to the floor on her knees.

"Stay here with me, white pussy bitch," she snarled.

Her hand snaked around Sandy's back and cupped her breast, twisting her nipple painfully. She continued to knead the captive breast while the rest of the women watched with interest. Her black hand against Sandy's white breast added an extra frisson of chemistry.

"Spread those thighs, Sandy," said Lynn.

In her exchange with Thandile, Sandy had forgotten to spread her thighs when she knelt down. She did so with alacrity, but it was too late.

"Six points," said Lynn.

Lynn went on to explain Sandy's punishment system to the other women. This led to a general discussion about what constituted three points, but in reality what it meant was that if one of them said she had another three points, then she had them. During all this time, Thandile continued to squeeze and knead Sandy's breast. Sandy's hand snaked up to her breast to try to stop Thandile from squeezing so hard. Thandile slapped her hand away, as one would a child who was reaching for a forbidden sweet.

"There is another three points, girl," said Thandile, " I guess that makes it nine. Lynn, you had better cuff this bitch - she can't keep her hands to herself!"

Lynn stepped behind Sandy and roughly pulled her hands behind her back, cuffing them once more. Then she took a silk cord from the curtain tiebacks and looping it around Sandy's elbows, pulled tight. The net effect was to push Sandy's breasts even further out. Thandile clapped her hands in delight and reached forward, twisting both Sandy's nipples at once. Sandy grunted and the room was filled with the scent of her as her pussy moistened itself still further.

"Put her down, Thandile," said Lynn, "We can play with her when we have decided what we are going to do with her. Oh, and by the way, Sandy, the extra coffee cup was meant for you, was it?"

"Yes Mistress Lynn," she said in her smallest voice, realising now what the arched eyebrow was for earlier. She had no right to assume that she would be having coffee with these women - she was just their slave, after all. " I am sorry, Mistress Lynn, please forgive me. Please don't add three more ..."

"Ah, Sandy," said Lynn mockingly, "I am afraid it is too late. That is your twelve point quota, again!"

Thandile smiled grimly into Sandy's face and grabbing her face planted a long wet kiss on her mouth. Then she sat back leaving Sandy on her knees listening for her fate at the hands of these Mistresses.

It was decided unanimously that as Thandile seemed the most motivated, that she would run the punishment session. Thandile smiled at the decision, and Sandy sobbed quietly in resignation.

"I think we should bring in the horse," said Thandile, "And after I have finished whipping this girls backside, you can each have a turn."

Alison, the Gym teacher, stood up and taking Sandy's leash pulled her through the hallway and into the garage. Alison uncuffed Sandy's hands and released the cord holding her elbows. She pointed at a wooden trestle normally used for painting walls and indicated that Sandy should bring it into the lounge.

Back in the lounge, the sex shop packets had been opened, and on the dresser was an array of toys, ranging from blindfolds to whips and spankers. The middle of the lounge had been cleared and Sandy was instructed to set up the trestle.

"Take off the clothes," said Thandile.

The apron and G-string were hardly clothes but Sandy removed them smartly. As she was about to slip off her stockings, Thandile grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

"On your knees, missy, and crawl over to those sandals and bring one back, but don't use your hands!" Thandile ordered.

Sandy dropped to her knees and turning her naked bum to the assembled women she crawled on all fours to her sandals, to the accompaniment of much mirth and comment from the Mistresses, who now had an unhindered view of her arse and pussy. Reaching the sandals she dropped down onto her elbows, consequently exposing even more of her nether regions to the women. With the sandal in her mouth, she crawled back to Thandile. She looked up expectantly at the black woman, hoping she had done well, and was rewarded instead with a slap to her backside.

"Wrong one bitch - bring me the other one!"

Tears sprang to her eyes, and she turned and crawled back again, repeating the humiliating performance, to more of the same comments. This time she crawled back to the waiting Thandile and looked up once more. Thandile's hand shot out, and Sandy recoiled, expecting another blow. Instead, the hand removed the sandal and grabbed her chain, pulling her to her feet.

Thandile jerked the chain, pulling Sandy over the trestle. Eyelets had been screwed in near the bottom of the trestle legs, and leather cuffs had been attached using clips. Thandile buckled the cuffs to each wrist and then, trailing her hand along Sandy's back and down her crack to her wet slit, she went behind the doubled over girl and performed the same feat on her ankles. Sandy was now bent over double on tiptoe with her gash in the air, unable to move.

"Now then, my little slut," snarled Thandi, "You can find out how my mother used to feel when she was beaten by her master or mistress for 'stepping out of line' when she was a maid!"

"But Mistress Thandile, I never supported the apartheid government," Sandy wailed.

Lynn produced a gag made up of a strap and a soft rubber ball. She stuffed the ball into Sandy's mouth and buckled the strap behind her head. Sandy's voice was immediately cut off, and replaced by a muffled grunt.

"Carry on, Mistress Thandile," said Lynn with a mock bow.

Thandile's hand rose and fell, and there was a loud thwack as Sandy's sandal slapped down on her buttocks. The restraints stopped her from arching her back to escape the blow, but not enough to stop the involuntary spasm that sent her tits jigging. Like Lynn earlier, Thandile rained down blows on Sandy's unprotected arse till the whole area was flaming red. She then began to punish Sandy's thighs, starting with the outside and working to the inside, relentlessly heading for the exposed pussy. Sandy's muffled yells filled the lounge but died away to a whimper as the pain gave way to pleasure. By the time the sandal landed on her cunt lips for the first time, all that could be heard apart from the slap of leather on bare skin was the grunt of desire from behind the gag. Thandile made sure that Sandy's clit was not left out, and was gratified to see that when she slapped it, Sandy's bucking and grunting became more pronounced. She continued to rain down blows, speeding them up till Sandy screamed through her gag and her pussy spasmed into a massive orgasm. Sandy felt her nipples swell to bursting and the cunt fluid streaming down her quivering thighs.

Thandile stopped and watched as the bound white woman's orgasm passed. Stepping in front of Sandy, she motioned for Heather to release the gag. She grabbed Sandy by the hair and pulled her face up.

"Kiss the nice sandal and say thank you," she said quietly.

Sandy kissed her own sandal.

"Thank you Mistress," she gasped, still trying to get her breath back after the mammoth climax.

The black woman smiled and kissed her again, filling her mouth with her tongue. She grabbed Sandy' nipple and twisted while her tongue snaked around the slave's teeth and tongue. The residual tremor of a smaller orgasm spasmed through Sandy. Thandile broke away. Her breasts were heaving and sweat ran down her face.

"She is a real cum slut, isn't she?" remarked Thandile to the other women, "Catriona, why don't you put down that video camera and see if you can take some of the heat out of Cum Slut's arse?" she asked of the tall blond nurse.