Chapter 4

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.