Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period.
This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8.
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Part 6: Mistress Lynne
Dave stood in the kitchen making a couple sandwiches for himself and Tawny. She had been sleeping for almost 12 hours now, but he was hoping she would awaken soon. He became concerned when he had her undo her blouse in the car and saw how red and abused her breasts were. They were streaked with red patches and welts. They looked sore, so he imagined they felt worse. When he got her home and looked over her body in the bathroom he got more concerned. Her whole body was red and striped with welts. If a Company investigator happened by he might find himself in big trouble. In the four months he had owned her, only one representative had come by, the pretty blonde woman who caught them in the grocery store of all places. Tawny had praised him to her and that seemed to end that, but that was two months ago, so another visit might pop up at any time.
Tawny had had a smile on her face all the way home. That didn't really surprise him. Kevin had carefully explained the facts of the more severe side of BDSM to him and apparently he was right. Dave just never quite understood that side of the BDSM world. Another concern was her mood, which seemed lackadaisical. Her mood, along with her red-striped skin made him wonder about permanent damages, physical or mental, to his, or rather, to the Company's property and he doubted the Company would be happy about it. As soon as he got her home, he had her bathe, put on some lotion and go to sleep, hoping her mood was due to lack of sleep. Evidently, she needed the rest. When Tawny woke up, he would treat her to a nice lunch and a little desert from his cock, to see if she acted any differently. After that he'd decide if she was ready to meet Lynne; a friend of his who had a special interest in her talents. A friend who also had a plentiful supply of cash that Dave felt he could use more than a pleasure slave for the time being.
Dave had known Lynne for years. He had first taken an interest in her because she was a very attractive woman and just a few years younger than he was, but she seemed to have no interest in him, at least not on a sexual plain. He later found out that was because she was a raging lesbian, did not care to keep it a secret and had no sexual interest in men whatsoever. She was the owner of the ZanziBar and she also ran a small side business as the Madame of a small, but very safe and fine collection of girls, which Dave had tapped into from time to time in the past. The club and the side business had made her filthy rich and that was the particular aspect of her that Dave was most interested in at the moment. It seems that word of Tawny, and her talent for pleasing had come to Lynne in the intervening time since his "party" and she had approached him to see if he was interested in sharing her. Something that Dave was receptive to, but for a price, of course. Tonight he planned to introduce Tawny to Lynne for an "interview", but her physical condition had him doubting if the time was right.
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Lynne gave some final instructions to her stage manager before leaving for home, earlier than usual. She had a special engagement to get ready for and she wanted to have plenty of time to get ready. She still felt like she could attract the attention of a young, pretty girl, but she was getting older and she liked to take a little more time to prepare herself. Satisfied that the ZanziBar was in good hands for the evening, she walked out to her Porsche and headed for home. When she arrived, she went about her routine for getting ready for a special occasion, which included a lengthy process of bathing, exercise, shaving, applying makeup, fixing her hair and dressing. She was meticulous and attentive to detail. She had always had a penchant for perfection, neatness and orderliness, which was evident in her appearance, her clothing, her home furnishings and her lifestyle. She had felt insulted by Dave when he had told her that she had to have an "examination" before she was allowed to handle his slave, but if this Tawny was as excellent as she had heard, she wanted her, and so she had conceded to a visit to the medical clinic the week before. She met all the requirements, of course, but she still felt stung by the Dave's insistence, having accepted his explanation that it was out of his hands to decide if she had to do it or not.
Lynne was medium height, at 5'6" and had dark hair that she had to color now, since she had started seeing streaks of gray at about the time she turned the corner on the big four zero two years earlier. She worked out daily, rain or shine, so she still had a youthful look. She was proud of the fact that she had frequently been referred to as an older version of a popular British fashion model, a reputation she attributed to her distinctive British accent as much as her physical appearance. Lynne had always used her money, most of which she had inherited, to buy those things that she treasured: her home, her business and a regular supply of non-male partners to fuel her deep hunger for sexual satisfaction. She also spared no expense to keep her body attractive. She had a personal fitness trainer for her physical well-being, a beautician for her hair and skin, and plastic surgeons to keep the aging process in check and to give her some natural attributes which she was not born with. In the past, she had had her labia, her lips, nose, face, her bottom, her breasts nipples, her navel and even her tongue "enhanced".
All in all, she was quite happy with herself except that she still felt empty sexually. She needed a "sex vacation" and Dave's Tawny might be just what she was after. How timely, she thought to herself as she stood in front of the mirror and examined her body with a critical eye. Even though she had money and power, she still wanted a girl to want her, not just to obey her, and looking good was the way she felt that she had to attract a girl. Dave promised her that his slave was a real beauty, so she took him for his word, but Dave had also said that Tawny was a sexual machine and would do anything to please her. That though really had Lynne excited.
Lynne smiled in the mirror. She was hoping that Tawny would be attracted to her sexually; bisexual women were sometimes hard to read, she thought, as she examined herself. She had dark hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders and reached to her mid-back. Her cheekbones were high and her nose straight with a slight upturn at the end. Thick lashes and dark wing-shaped brows surrounded her deep green eyes. She had a beautiful set of bright white teeth, made more perfect by her dentist and soft, pink lips framed them. Her upper lip was puffed; another touch from her plastic surgeon, and as she leaned in close, she could barley discern faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out and raised it up to touch her nose. That was the best thing that her doctor had done, she thought, snipped her tongue so she could push a good four inches out. Lynne smiled to herself, remembering how she had actually blushed when she told her doctor that she wanted the procedure. For a girl with a normal tongue there could be no reason for it at all except to enhance her ability to please another woman.
Her body was a, firm, shapely form of milk-white flesh. Her breasts were not overly large at 35 inches, so the scalpel had been applied to merely enhance the shape and firmness. The result was an attractive pair of firm and conically shaped breasts with large, dark areola that were tipped with thick, long nipples that stretched to display an obvious visual cue to her sexual interest. Lynne had always loved to have her breast caressed and sucked by a gentle mouth and she had that service performed so often that her breasts swelled and produced a small amount of lactic fluid when they were physically stimulated. Her waist drew in to a firm and respectable 26 inches. She had small, 34-inch hips and her derriere was smooth and tight from constant exercise and shaping. Hidden between the halves of her bottom was a well-exercised anus that had developed a fondness for touching. Her vulva was tight, yet experienced and her labia had been reduced medically, so that smooth, taught folds of pink flesh concealed her slit, yet only slightly. The vee between her legs was totally concealed by a thick matte of soft, black curly hair; yet her labia were completely clean of any trace of hair, giving her bush a distinct part down the middle where the entrance to her sex was clearly discernable. A large, pink clitoris that was packed with the nerve center of her sexual yearning dominated the top of her feminine slot. Her legs were long for her height and were void of scars or marks and were shapely and feminine, yet firm and well muscled.
