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Her Next Door

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Lynn led the compliant Sandy on all fours into the hallway and up the stairs, tugging on the lead to indicate that she was in charge. At the top of the stairs she led Sandy into the spare bedroom.

It was a typical suburban bedroom, pleasantly decorated and often used by
Lynn's frequent overnight visitors. The bed was a reproduction Victorian brass affair. Lynn dropped the lead, leaving Sandy on all fours in the doorway. She quickly crossed to the window and pulled the curtains shut.

"Now then, my pet, it is time I explained the rules. The drug you have taken will wear off in a short while, so we will have to get cracking. I am sick fed up of having to sit on my porch and watch your perfect life unfold before me. From here on in, you will be mine, and I can have your little life too."

Sandy heard all the words and understood, but that was as far as her brain would take her. She looked at Lynn from her position on all fours and waited for her next instruction.

"Now then, Missy, let's get going. Stand."

Sandy stood.

"Take off your dress."

Sandy reached for the hem of the sundress and pulled it over her head. She stood in front of Lynn wearing her bra and panties and a dog collar and lead.

"Put the dress on the chair and come and kneel in front of me."

Sandy did as she was told and sank to her knees in front of Lynn.

"Hands behind your head, and spread your legs."

She spread her knees wide and looked up expectantly.

The digital camera flashed again.

"Now then Sandy, let me explain some rules. When you are in my presence you will be barefoot at all times. You will also wear only what I tell you to wear and you will obey my commands without question. And I mean all my commands!"

Sandy frowned in concentration. Seeing the frown, Lynn realised that the drug was wearing off quicker than she thought.

"OK,
Sandy, on your feet and take your underwear off."

Sandy stood and quickly reached behind her to release her bra strap. Her beautiful breasts sprang free and scarcely sagged at all. Next, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and slipped them down her thighs, dropping them to her ankles. Her mind fuzzily grasped at the hint of a thought that this was not right, but Lynn had ordered her to do it...

"Get on the bed and kneel again facing me."

Sandy got on the bed and faced Lynn, once again spreading her thighs. This time the view was of her neatly trimmed pussy with the bare pink lips. The camera flashed again. Lynn put Sandy through a number of poses, photographing her from all angles. She marvelled at the woman's great figure. Wonderful lively breasts with brown nipples like pencil erasers. Lynn admired her flat tummy, and not a stretch mark in sight. And what a beautiful pussy - she was looking forward to getting to know that better. Her legs were long and slender.

Putting down the camera,
Lynn took hold of the lead and pulled Sandy upright. She led her to the Bathroom, and made her drink a glass of water with a strange taste. She then led her back to the bedroom and ordered her back onto the bed.

"Sleep now, little one. I will see you when you wake up."

Sandy's eyes flickered shut, and she drifted off to sleep.

Sandy awoke to the sound of birdsong outside the window. She had had the strangest dream. She yawned and stretched. Suddenly reality kicked in. She was naked, and this was not her bedroom. She sat up, and the lead from her collar slithered across her naked breast, catching momentarily on her nipple. Slowly, memories came back: Lynn ordering her to do things, taking her clothes off, coming upstairs on a lead like a dog, and the flash of a camera.

She looked around, but her clothes were gone. Quickly she jumped off the bed and searched for something to wear. Her bladder was aching. She looked out of the open bedroom door and spied the bathroom. She ran in and just made it onto the toilet in time. The warm rush of her own urine comforted her because it was so normal. Finished, she patted herself dry and flushed the WC. Looking in the mirror she was confronted by her own normal image. She turned and went to the door. Opening it she found
Lynn standing in the doorway.

"Good morning,
Sandy. Did you have a nice rest?"

Sandy hands flew across her chest and down to her groin, desperately trying to hide her nakedness.

"
Lynn, what happened, where are my clothes, what is...."

"Shhh, Sandy. Here are your clothes. You just got a bit off our face last night and I put you to bed. Put your stuff on and join me downstairs for breakfast."

Lynn handed her the bundle of clothes and headed off down the stairs. Sandy took the clothes into the bedroom and began to dress. The panties were familiar, but they were not the ones she had on last night. She was sure she had worn tangas, and this was a G-string. She pulled it up anyway - better a G-string than nothing. She looked for her bra, but it was missing. Then she pulled the sundress over her head. It was always short, but it felt even shorter now. Lastly she removed the collar and lead and looked at it in puzzlement.

Returning to the bathroom she brushed her hair and swilled some mouthwash around her mouth. Picking up the lead and collar, she left the bathroom and walked downstairs to find
Lynn.

At the bottom of the stairs she found her leather sandals and slipped her feet into them. She walked into the kitchen to see
Lynn buttering some toast. She put the lead on the table.

"Ah,
Sandy, have a seat. I have made you some breakfast."

"
Lynn, about last night. Did I make a total fool of myself? I am sorry, I never had wine do that bef....."

"
Sandy, have some toast and coffee. And stop apologising. Your behaviour was fine," broke in Lynn, "Here, I even have some photos to prove it."

Lynn slid the photos across the kitchen table. Sandy looked at the photos, one by one. The blood drained from her face and she felt a shiver spread over her whole body.

"What....?"

"You were great last night
Sandy. You did everything that was asked of you. Now we can start to train you to do it without the help of drugs."

"But...."

"No buts,
Sandy. We would not want theses photos falling into the wrong hands now, would we?"

"But
Lynn...."

"Mistress Lynn to you madam!"
Lynn snapped.

Sandy fell silent. This was all too much. If Steve saw these, or Dougie... She grabbed the photos and, in a frenzy, started to tear them up.

"Come now
Sandy," said Lynn calmly, "Surely you don't think those are the only copies."

Sandy sat back in her chair.

"What do you want from me?" she asked.

"Well, a little relief when I need it, and a lot of respect," replied
Lynn, "Of course if you choose not to do as I say, the pictures could end up on the internet, or in the post, or on a school notice board..."

Sandy's shoulders slumped in defeat. Her mind raced. What could Lynn want?

"I take it that means you want to do things my way then?"
Lynn asked.

"Yes."

"Yes, Mistress
Lynn," Lynn snarled.

"Yes, Mistress
Lynn," Sandy whispered.

"Fine," said
Lynn, "now you eat your toast and drink your coffee and I will tell you how things are going to be."

Sandy picked up the coffee mug and drank from it while she listened to the rules Lynn was setting down. She was to be barefoot and collared at all times when in Lynn's presence, she was to call her Mistress Lynn, she was to obey all commands without question. If she failed to obey a command or did not satisfactorily fulfil Lynn's wishes she would be fined three points, just like on a driving licence, and twelve points would earn her a punishment session.

"Do you understand,
Sandy?"

"Yes, Mistress
Lynn," Sandy whispered once more. She had read about such things in some of Steve's fantasy books, but it had never occurred to her how easily it could happen for real.

"Good," said
Lynn, "You are mine now... Finish your coffee and put the dishes in the dishwasher."

Sandy stood up and cleared the table, tears running down her cheeks.

"Stop that snivelling!"
Lynn barked, "and come here!"

 


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