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LYNN’S TRAINING
Chapter Two
Looking at herself in the wall length mirror, in her Dom’s private master suite, Lynn can’t believe she’s actually in a full blown, Dom’s outfit herself, actually an outrageously sexy Dom’s outfit, all black patent leather with six inch stilettos.
Turning, glancing, bending, she’s pleasantly surprised at how incredible the outfit makes her look. Tiny waist, breasts forced upward, barely covered, actually the upper edges of her tan areolas visible, the bottom of her butt cheeks also just as exposed. Hair tied tightly, strictly back, makeup perfect, she can feel the dampness between her thighs as she licks her bright red lips.
“Ready Lynn?” The Dom asks, swinging the door open. “My, do you look the part!” She adds motioning for Lynn to turn a circle.
“Yes… Yes Mistress!” Lyn answers, uncertain if she should smile, or what, as she slowly turns.
“How longs it been, a couple months? The Dom asks, reaching out, cupping, aligning Lynn’s breasts, adjusting the corset, tugging, straightening. “There, perfect!”
Staring into Lynn’s big brown eyes, she slowly shakes her head, adds. “Lynn, I must say, you look stunning! I could strip you naked and work every inch of that magnificent body right now! Damn! I have to admit, how I’ve missed it!”
Blushing, lowering her eyes, Lynn can feel the tingling deep inside, just thinking of the possibilities, of the week she’d spent here, the training. “Thank, thank you Mistress!”
“Anyway!” The Dom, turning, sighs. “Come with me, I have a real surprise in store for you!”
“Yes Mistress.” Lynn answers, reflexively waits a couple steps, follows obediently.
The Dom leads Lynn thru the maze of hallways, stops in front of a metal door with an open, iron bar window. Lynn, with a tinge of nervousness, easily recognizes it from a couple months earlier. Her first few nights of her indoctrination had been spent in the room on the other side.
Pointing between the bars, holding her index finger in a “Hush” sign, up to her lips, the Dom steps aside, lets Lynn peer through. Glancing in, quickly back toward the Dom, just as quickly back toward the window, Lynn realizes the room has another, distraught occupant.
From the side, Lynn can see she’s naked, ball gagged, struggling in a serpentine position to tiptoe on the same familiar stool. Head hanging back, practically suspended by her breasts from a pair of white ropes stretching, creaking downward from the ceiling, she sways on the balls of her feet, slowly twists, her face becoming visible from the door. Lynn needs a second look to realize she resembles the blonde who so aggressively whipped her in front of the Dom’s guests, her very first night here.
Noticing Lynn’s reaction, the Dom whispers. “I thought you’d be pleasantly surprised, you remember meeting Amy before, don’t you??! She looks a little different now though, doesn’t she?!! I’ve always considered her my best looking sub, of course that was before you came along!” Letting her hand rest on the doorknob, giving a nod, a twist, she whispers. “Her Master is on a business trip overseas, wants me to “Baby-sit” while he’s gone! Come with me.”
Entering the room behind the Dom, stepping toward the stool, Lynn can feel her heart pulsing just a little quicker as she soaks in the site of the blonde’s dilemma. So, it is her! She also can’t help noticing an added furnishing to the room, a small vat filled with brine along the wall, containing an assortment of soaking canes.
Turning back toward the stool, Lynn gets a closer look at the tiptoeing, despondent victim, the intricate bindings. Fascinated, starting from head to toe, she concentrates on her hair tightly wrapped in a bun… Bright red “O” ring stretching her mouth… Her shoulders bent back… Torso thrust out… Ballooning breasts stretched toward the ceiling with the rope… Hollowed stomach flexing… Thigh, calve muscles rippling, of course, tiptoeing.
Heavily perspiring, glistening with body oil, she appears to have been struggling for some time now.
“Well, how do you like my handiwork?” Engrossed, Lynn jerks, startled, by the Dom’s quip.
Reaching out, grabbing one of the bound, bulging, discolored breasts, eye level in front of her face, the Dom adds. “Go ahead; want to grab that other one? Feel how hard it is? I don’t think she’ll mind!” Approvingly nodding toward the blonde’s other breast.
“Ye… Yes Mistress. I think I do. Yes, I do!” Lynn answers, eagerly stepping around the other side of the stool.
“Amy, look at Lynn, tell her she has your permission to do whatever she wants with that tittie!!” The Dom scoffs as she leans around, glances into the blonde’s swollen eyes. “Hear me?”
“Yes, yes Mistress.” The blonde, whimpering, twisting, struggling, garbles back the best she can thru the “O” ring stretching her lips apart.
Glancing pleadingly toward Lynn, barely understandable, she mumbles. “Please, please do whatever you want with my tittie! Whatever!”
“Really! Did you say whatever? Huh!” Lynn practically growls, feeling a rush, listening to the mumbling, whining, as she steps closer.
Sliding her left hand across, around the blonde’s other purplish, solid round globe she’s surprised how cool, damp, slippery it is to the touch, so tightly bound in the matching rope. Glancing up into the swollen, tear filled eyes of her nemeses, letting her thumbnail, fingernail scrap across the virtually flat nipple, she recalls her own breasts, being flailed by her that first night.
The Dom notices, smiles. “I see you undoubtedly remember the workout she gave your titties!! It’s time for payback!” She states matter of factly. “Look closer, see how flat the buds of her nipples are against those stretched areolas?”
Nodding from one to the other, she exclaims. “Go ahead; tweak that one for me dear. Make it stand up!”
“Yes Mistress, Lynn answers, the slightest smirk showing on her face, sadistically glancing toward the narrow slits of the blonde’s swollen eyes, her hazed, blue pupils staring back, barely visible thru her welling tears above the contrasting, glistening red “O” ring stretching her lips into a perfect circle.
Resting the palm of her right hand on the blonde’s perspiring rump, Lynn can feel the quiver of the glistening hips as she forms her own circle with the index finger and thumb of her left hand, presses inward, feeling the thick nipple flesh scrunch between the tips of her fingers and nails.
“Ooohhhhh!!!” The first real whimpers spew from the “O” ring, along with a fair amount of drooling saliva.
“Lynn, you can do better then that.” The Dom instructs. “Give it a good twist, like this, as you’re pinching it! Watch!”
Lynn watches, almost transfixed as the Dom’s nails dig deeper into the blonde’s other nipple, pinching twisting, while stretching unmercifully.
“Uuuuummmppphhhh!!!” A guttural screech fills the small room as the blonde twists, jerks, back and forth.
Her toes barely able to keep contact with the surface of the wobbling stool, her head flings backwards and her anguished face lower then her torturously bound breasts. Another sadistic pinch, her severely arched shoulders jerk, twisting above her bound elbows, wrists. Lynn’s hand stiffening, pressed tightly, slips up behind the small of the blonde’s jerking back, forcing her to stand steady.
“Go ahead!” The Dom nods, twisting, pinching yet again as she scraps the nipple flesh.
“Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!” Another long squeal jolts Lynn into following the Dom’s lead.
Pinching, twisting her hand, Lynn can almost feel the tips of her fingernails meeting, touching, indented in the base of her targeted nipple as she glares into the blonde’s darting, pleading eyes, tears dripping, saliva again spewing from the bright red “O” ring, both mixing with traces of mucus from her flailing nostrils, drooling off her chin.
“Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!… Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!” Hoarse, hysterical screams echo off the stone walls as she spasms, contorts, both nipples being pinched, feeling torn.
Lynn swings her foot, not unintentionally, brushes across a leg of the wobbling stool, tilting it. The blonde’s bare feet lose contact, toes curling, probing as Lynn gives her backside a quick shove.
Body swaying, jerking in mid air, the blonde’s own fingernails dig frantically into the palms of her clenched fists below her bound wrists.
“Aaaaagggggghhhh!!!” Other pitiful screams, actually harsh rasps, as both Lynn and the Dom quickly step back, their fingers releasing the tortured nipples simultaneously. “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”
The ropes creak, twist from the full weight of her sweat drenched body hanging from her quivering, bulging breasts. If possible, they appear to swell even more, showing dark blue veins, raising up, standing out, crisscrossing just beneath the taut surfaces of her nearly transparent flesh, appearing in danger of bursting. Her naked body spasms, twists, streaks of urine trickling down off her inner thighs, while Lynn, engrossed by the sight, offering no help, watches her frantically find the stool with the tips of her clawing toes.
Acting as if she’s barely paying attention to the blonde’s predicament, the Dom steps back another step, glances down at her own crimson tinged finger, thumbnail, caused by the scraped nipple.
“A little drop of blood or two is just fine! She smirks, tasting it with her tongue. “I’ll let you apply some of that salve you like so much on her before we’re done with her tonight! Okay Lynn?!”
Lynn just smiles, nods toward the Dom, enjoying the rush, the excitement, the incredible feeling deep down in her groin. Glancing back down, feeling the urge to kick the stool again, she takes a step toward it.
“I don’t think so.” The Dom, playfully eyeing Lynn’s foot, scolds, while glancing at the blonde still struggling to grip the stool. “Once is enough, for that! Don’t you think?!”
“Yes Mistress.” Lynn answers, lowering her eyes, holding back a smirk, realizing the Dom probably saw everything.
“Although!” The Dom adds. “Maybe you could use that same kind of crop on her that she used on you. Yes, I think that could be appropriate at this time. Don’t you, Lynn?” Glancing back and forth from Lynn to the blonde, she steps toward the vat.
“Yeh… Yes Mistress. That would be! Let’s see how she likes her tits whipped!” Lynn, excitement in her voice, answers with a nod as the blonde closes her eyes, trembling, exhausted, momentarily lowering her head forward, between the ropes stretching at her discolored breasts.
Wiping her fingers along the outside hip of her leather pants, the Dom stops beside the vat, again glancing toward the blonde, watching her struggling to balance herself, twisting, whimpering, raising her head back up, trying to plead, realizing what’s next.
“I don’t think those titties are up to a good flogging though, Lynn.” The Dom exclaims, shaking her head slowly back and forth, stepping toward the blonde with a crop in hand. “As swollen as they are… You see, there could be permanent damage!”
“Yes Mistress!” Lynn, eyes downcast, frustrated, has to agree, but quickly suggests. “But, but how about her ass then!”
Smiling, the Dom retorts as she taps the blond between her thighs, watching her twitch while listening to her soft moans. “I was thinking more of her pussy! Lynn, what do you think? Maybe a half dozen!”
Grinning, smiling, Lynn’s disposition rapidly takes a turn for the better, her own vagina tingling, burning, just from the thought, especially as the Dom hands the dripping crop toward her.
“Follow my instructions, Lynn.” The Dom, in a serious tone hands Lynn the crop. “You’re wearing the outfit; this will be your first Dom experience! Actually assisting a Dom’s, experience! I expect you to learn from it!”
Eyes wide, heart pumping, Lynn can’t believe what’s happening, barely hears the Dom’s words. “Ohh! Oh, yes Mistress! Thank you! Yes! Yes!!!’’ Swishing the willowy, moist crop back and forth in her right hand, brine haphazardly flicking across all three of them, she steps directly in front of the stool, rears back, eye level with the ballooning, unprotected breasts, then quickly stares down between the blonde’s twisting thighs.
Holding her breath, dipping her head, the blonde closes her eyes, grunts. “Oooooohhh!!!!!”
“No! Nooo!! Not here Lynn… Not so fast!” The Dom practically yells as she steps beside the stool, raises her hand in front of the crop. “Not here! Not now, settle down!”
Unfastening the ends of the ropes from the blonde’s breasts, she lowers her arms, looking down toward the creaking stool. “Okay, step down Slave. Follow me!”
Gripping the remaining tied, twisted ropes between the bulging breasts, the Dom nods toward Lynn, helping the struggling blonde off the stool, steps toward the door.
“We’re going to be having guests upstairs tonight, Lynn. You’ve met some of them at a couple other sessions already! This time though, you’re be on the other end! Whipping her!”
End Part Two
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