Chapter One
Lynn looked out from the anonymity of her large sunglasses. There she was again in the back garden. Perfect hair, perfect figure, perfect tan, perfect family. She must have been in her mid thirties but she had the figure of a twenty year old. In this day and age she must have been the most well mannered person Lynn had ever met. Her husband was some kind of salesman who spent lots of time away. When he was home, mainly at the weekends, you could hear the two of them at it like rabbits, all weekend long. And they had a ten year old son - a football playing, scouting, perfectly mannered, son. Socially the two of them were great too - many a backyard barbeque had been shared with the associated downing of fine wine. The husband, Steve, was a bit of a handyman and was always willing to pop in to fix leaky taps and such - and always the perfect gentleman. The object of her attention was coming back onto the porch, having finished tending her (oh so) perfect garden.
"Hi Lynn - great weather isn't it?" The voice carried the sunshine lilt of the country of her birth - South Africa.
"Yeah it's terrific Sandy", Lynn replied "Is it barbeque time tonight?"
"Well, Steve is away at a conference and Dougie is at a Scout Camp, so I guess it is toasted cheese for me tonight," came the reply.
Lynn's mind shot into overdrive. Could she make the arrangements in time?
"Why don't you come over and join me then?" she asked, "My Mike is away for a golfing weekend, so I am on my own too." Mike was her part time significant other - the jerk who popped round weekly for a fuck without commitment.
"Hey, thanks Lynn, that sounds great. What can I bring?"
"A nice cold bottle of that South African Pink bubbly would be nice," Lynn replied.
"No sweat, I will just have a quick shower and be over there in about an hour - OK?"
"Make it half an hour," Lynn said, "and I will get things ready here."
Sandy smiled and shot indoors to go and have a shower. In the bathroom she quickly slipped off her gardening gear and smiled at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She had plenty to smile about with her 121 pound, 5'7", 36-27-36 figure. Not bad for a 35 year old. Her shoulder length dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and she tied it back before stepping into the shower. She looked down and caught sight of her bush. It certainly needed a trim, so she reached for the Ladyshave and set to it. When she was finished, she had a neatly trimmed triangle above the bare pink lips that Steve loved so much.
Stepping out of the shower she towelled herself dry and walked naked into the bedroom to get dressed. She was always a little shy about nudity, having been brought up by puritanical Afrikaner parents. Steve had done much to help her get rid of lots of her inhibitions, but some things were deeply ingrained. She turned to her wardrobe and selected her clothes. Matching tanga panties and bra in pristine white showed off her tan to perfection. Over this went the mini-dress Steve had bought her in Barbados. It had a tight bodice that clung to her fantastic breasts and flared at the hips. More to the point it was brightly patterned in yellow and blue - very summery and just right for the current spell of warm weather. Slipping on her favourite leather strap sandals, she was ready.
Next door, Lynn had been busy too. She had arranged the furniture to her liking and made one or two calls to friends. This completed, she too shot upstairs and into the shower. Lynn was a compact, forty year old, secretary at the local Young Offenders institute. At a stretch she was 5'2", and weighed in at just two pounds heavier than Sandy. She was well muscled from all the lunch hours spent in the gym, and liked to keep herself fit. She played hockey in the winter and squash during the rest of the year. In the shower she stood for a couple of minutes just letting the warm water course over her, while her brain raced at the thought of the evening ahead.
Sandy picked a bottle of Sparkling wine out of the fridge and went out onto the back porch to see if Lynn was there. She was happy to have Lynn as a neighbour as the two of them got on like a house on fire. Strangely, she had never been in Lynn's house, so this was a first in the four years they had been neighbours. She jumped over the eighteen-inch wall onto Lynn's porch and knocked at the back door.
"You're late!" Lynn shouted, "Come on in."
Sandy glanced at her watch - it was 35 minutes since she had gone to get ready. She walked through to the lounge and there was Lynn, standing at the hi-fi.
"I thought we said an hour" Sandy said.
"I said half an hour," Lynn replied curtly, "Rod Stewart OK?"
Sandy was a bit taken aback at Lynn's sharp reply, but brushed it off as just one of those things.
"How about some bubbly?" she asked.
"Great. The glasses are there on the shelf behind you."
Sandy opened the bottle and poured two big glasses. Putting the bottle down, she handed a glass to her friend. Lynn looked fine in a summer dress that came to mid calf. She had recently been in Ibiza for a week so her tan was deep brown.
"I have just had these carpets done, so could you take your shoes off, please?"
Sandy bent over and slipped off the ankle straps of her shoes, kicking them under the table. The two women dropped into Lynn's huge leather armchairs and sipped their bubbly. As Sandy launched into a tale of the latest exploits of her Siamese cat, it struck her that Lynn still had her shoes on. Again she dismissed the oddity - perhaps they were indoor shoes, but the heel seemed quite severe. Wrapped up in the story of the cat she burbled on and forgot about the shoes.
The conversation ebbed and flowed as the two women talked about everything in their lives.
"We seem to have run out of wine," said Lynn "Go next door and get some more, Sandy."
Sandy stood up to go and get the wine.
"Better put your shoes on", said Lynn "You don't want to dirty your feet on the porch."
By the time Sandy had gone out through the back door and into her fridge to get another bottle, Lynn was on her back porch.
"Might as well make it two," she called.
Sandy grabbed another bottle and, closing her back door, went to the wall. She expected Lynn to take one of the bottles, but the older woman just stepped back to give her room to climb over the wall. Sandy stepped up onto the wall, giving Lynn a flash of her white tanga panties, and jumped down on the other side.
"Sorry, Lynn, I didn't mean to flash you!" she said, contritely.
There was no response from Lynn as she turned and flounced into the kitchen.
"Don't forget your shoes," she said.
Sandy stopped and once again removed her shoes.
"What about your shoes?" Sandy asked.
"My house, my rules," Lynn snapped, "Go and pour some more wine."
Sandy was taken aback at the abruptness Lynn used when talking to her. Lynn went to the kitchen door and locked it. That done, she followed Sandy into the lounge. As it was getting dark, Lynn closed the curtains.
Sandy began to feel light headed. Lynn was talking to her, but it sounded like she was a long way away. Lynn was asking her questions about Steve and Dougie, and she replied that they were both away for the whole weekend.
"Good," said Lynn, "Then there is no time like the present. Sandy I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me here."
Sandy dropped from the chair onto all fours. It seemed like the thing to do, and she was happy to do as Lynn commanded. When she reached Lynn's chair the older woman held up her hand, commanding her to stop.
"OK girl, here is how things are. The last glass of wine was spiked with a nice little drug that will allow you to do what I tell you and nothing else. We use it in the prisoner's tea at work, and we find it makes them nice and easy to control. Of course, the government wouldn't approve, but budgets can be manipulated to hide such things."
"I want you to kneel up now and spread your legs as wide as you can."
Sandy hesitated for a minute, trying to comprehend what was happening. Lynn's hand shot out and slapped her face hard.
"Kneel girl!" she snapped.
Sandy sat back on her knees and spread her legs. The minidress afforded no cover and her white tanga panties were on full display. The digital camera in Lynn's hands flashed.
Lynn got out of her chair and walked over to the dresser. She walked back to Sandy and in a quick move fastened a collar around her neck. Nothing fancy, just a cheap dog collar with a chain lead. Tugging on the collar, she pulled Sandy forward onto all fours again.
"Come my little bitch, I have something to show you."
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, and you will obey my commands without question. And I mean all my commands!"
