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.
