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!"
