Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2008 09:30:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: the new world

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between
women.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.

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The New World

Part 4

English Literature was one of the most boring subjects in Jane's school
life. But her dad had persuaded her, what a fascinating subject it was. He
was wrong, god he was so wrong! The teacher for some reason today, was
late, which was a blessing. If he took much longer, there would be no time
for the actual lesson. That had to be a good thing.  The class comprised
four girls, including Jane, which showed how dull the subject was
considered among the sixth formers. Jane sat quietly on here own, across
from the other three; she was taking the chance to catch up on same late
homework. The others were equally bored and had been mucking around for the
last ten minutes.

Jane's mind was working out the intricacies of `U shaped valleys', and
other glacial terms, when she heard the girl's laughter increase. She
looked up at them all sat in a row. The middle girl was being taunted at
the ladder in her tights. One of the girls pocked a finger into the run and
the wearer twisted her leg away, claiming they were her last pair. As she
turned her legs towards the third girl she found a fresh set of hands
trying to increase the ladders length. The victim squealed in mock fright
as her ladder lengthened and a hole appeared in the thin material. That
seemed to be the cue for an all out assault and the other two girls set
about shredding the holed tights.

Jane sat there agog as she watched her first cat fight. She watched as the
tights were reduced to shreds and attempts made to remove them. Jane
watched, transfixed, U shaped valleys forgotten. She watched, slowly
becoming aroused. Feeling the first tingle of excitement and wetness deep
within her. She watched as with a flourish the tights were torn off and the
girls legs were laid bare, as was the crutch of her white panties, as her
legs flew apart in response to the tights being dragged off. Jane's eyes
expanded and her wetness increased as she saw the panties crutch and a
small stain that hinted that the victim was also aroused. Jane squeezed her
legs together and felt an arousal that left her mind spinning and her pussy
alive.

After the lesson had ended, hell it had never begun, she sought privacy in
the toilet stalls. Where her mind replayed what she had seen and her
fingers encouraged her arousal. But her imagination took the events
further, and she found herself entering a new world of fantasies. One where
girls were abused humiliated and assaulted by their own sex. A world that
over the next few months she would come to realise was that of female
domination.

Evenings spent feigning school work on her lap top brought her to web sites
and fresh images. She discovered bondage, spanking, humiliation, golden
showers, nipple clams, butt plugs, older women, lesbianism, and
submissiveness. Her nightly spectacle of Denise and Sue became, in her mind
one where they both served Mistress Jane. A fantasy but one that Jane knew
she could never reasonably expect to become reality.

Now she found that reality had become fantasy and all her dreams now lay
before her, as a possibility. She had experienced the taste of a woman's
juices, she had explored butt plugs and nipple clamps, and she had watched
as a submissive whore had paid homage to her phallic toy. But the sweetest
thing, the fact that made her arousal almost beyond tolerance, was that the
submissive whore was her dear sweet mother. The woman who was the pillar of
the church. Who had only ever had one lover, dad, and who was now begging
to suckle her daughter's wet pussy! Who wanted nothing more than to serve
and who had submitted to the whims of her peers? A wimp that had been,
brought her to the world of lesbianism to the world of servitude, and to
the feet of her sweet but not so innocent daughter, Mistress Jane.

Mummy, Jane smiled at the thought, had been released from her bondage; She
now knelt at the feet of her daughter. Her eyes like that of a puppy,
looking up and wanting to be noticed. Her nipples were squeezed into to
nipple clamps, and small bells and weights hung from them. When the whore
moved her bells jingled, declaring her submissive and servile. Her wet lips
were also clamped and she felt the weight of the clamps pull the delicate
pieces of skin down and stretch them. Her mouth was filled with a ball gag
which was secured by buckles at the rear of her head. Her long lush hair
had been cut short, untidily and roughly, making her looks like a tramp, as
much as she was a whore. Her hands were handcuffed and she had retained her
but plug, into which a vibrator had been slipped. One that now stretched
her anal pussy and buzzed in a way that she could not ignore. Her pussy had
been abused and now was filled by the largest toy to date. Once this was
 removed, fisting her would no longer take any effort. Her neck bore a
choke collar, studded and with small spikes, which faced inward, pressing
against her necks skin. Her make up had run, long since been smeared with
her tears. Tears of pain, arousal and also ones that showed her new status
in the world.

Mistress Jane had also changed. Both within herself and her outward
appearances. She was no longer the timid school girl but was dressed as
befitted her status. Boots with impossible high heels, topped by dark
hold-ups that showed her legs off to perfection. Her pussy was encased in a
black leather thong, which entered the crack of her buttocks. Allowing the
whore, as she trotted behind to see her daughter's unblemished buttocks, to
stare but not to touch. Her body was dressed in black leather Basque and
she also wore a collar, but this one held no spikes, it just helped enhance
her long slim neck. In one hand she held a riding crop and in the other
hand she held a leash that was fastened to the whore's collar.

Mistress Jane smiled at her friends, the ones who had broken her mother and
offered her the whore. Jane tugged on the leash and as the collar round
whores neck contracted, spikes bit into mummy's neck. "Come along bitch"
Mistress commanded, and she strode back through the door which they had
entered such a long time ago. The young Mistress and her whore walked out
into the entrance lobby, and when the whore pace slackened, the ridding
crop would leave red welts on the exposed skin of mummy's legs and
buttocks. Jane strode out into the airports main foyer, into a world to
which she now belonged.

The cavernous space was filled with so many whores, much like her own. All
leashed, all trotting along behind their mistresses, all chained and
submissive. Jane paused and looked around. A smile crossed her face as she
surveyed the scene before her. It was all she had imagined, when she
proposed to mummy that they holiday her. On the sun kissed beaches and blue
waters she had lied. But she had been believed, why not, how ones own
daughter be so warped?

She watched as women old enough to be her grandmother, young enough to be
her older sister, sad enough to be a mother and impregnated by men, was led
around by mistresses her age. This world was dual sex, and she saw sissies
dressed in garb from school girl, to maids, to just lingerie were led by
the leash as they to trotted behind their betters. She could see slaves
being squeezed into small cages at the baggage check in and sent along the
conveyor belt for loading into planes holds. There was a series of stocks,
into which were chained submissives. Some were labelled for sale; some were
merely stored there while their betters travelled with out them. Some were
there for rent, but all we gagged, and all whore clamps and chains. Plus of
course all were shaven and naked. A crocodile of unbroken yet drugged
slaves were led across the foyer for transport to the markets.

Jane smiles as she walked across the lobby. She tied her whore to a secure
fixing, located next to the phone boxes. All calls, such as the one she was
about to make were of course free. Jane had so many friends she felt could
benefit from this enlightened world. Starting with her own grandmother, her
father, who had always been such a wimp and then maybe her sister as well?
Both would make fine admissions to her stable. Then once the call was made,
she would find herself a taxi, put her baggage, sorry her whore, in the
boot, and then set off to the hotel. She was tired after the last few hours
and needed to be washed, dressed and then she would climb into bed, where
she would dream such dreams, and make plans to welcome her family to the
new world and stock her stables for her.




I hope you have enjoyed this tale, the tights scene was for real and I
witnessed it as a girl, so just had to share it with you. Once again feed
back welcome.