Message-ID: <34476asstr$1010185807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Laura Davis" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 04 Jan 2002 20:31:56.0199 (UTC) FILETIME=[DA1EA370:01C1955E] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 04 Jan 2002 15:31:55 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} The Dyke Bar by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F/F M/F/F F/F/f Bnd Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 18:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly The Dyke Bar by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F/F M/F/F F/F/f Bnd Copyright 2002 I was a more than a little nervous as we entered the bar. I'd never been in a lez bar before and this was a leather bar, not your run-of-the-mill lez hangout. I wouldn't have been there if Sandy hadn't dared me. She'd heard about the place from someone and was curious but she didn't want to go alone. I'd refused and she'd dared me and here we were. It was eleven o'clock on a Friday night and the place was packed. It wasn't a big place but there must have been nearly 150 women inside, mostly leatherdykes and their submissive girlfriends with a few wannabes here and there. And a few tourists like Sandy and me. My name is Collen Fahey and I had just turned nineteen. Sandy and I were sophomores at BU and had been best friends since kindergarten. She'd always been more adventurous but this was way beyond anything we'd done before. I glanced around the room and wondered what a nice Catholic girl like me was doing there. We fought our way to the bar and were served without a single question. Sandy ordered straight vodka for both of us and I felt the first sip burn its way down my throat. We stood with our backs to the bar and chatted while we looked around. A big woman with broad shoulders walked past leading a slim little blonde on a leash. The blonde was naked and the leash was attached to a chain that connected the rings hanging from each of her pert, pink nipples. The blonde's wrists were cuffed behind her back. I stared, fascinated. The blonde glanced at me and winked. I felt myself blushing as I quickly looked away. Sandy tossed her drink down and ordered another. Then, before I could stop her, she picked it up and plunged into the crowd, leaving me alone at the bar. I stayed where I was so she could find me again. A couple of minutes later I was confronted by a slender woman in her late twenties. She was a couple of inches taller than me, about 5' 10", and had lustrous black hair cut very short. Her skin was amber and her beautiful brown eyes were almond-shaped. She was Asian, Japanese or Chinese, or possible Vietnamese. I knew she wasn't Korean but that's all I knew for sure. She was wearing leather pants and a leather vest over a white silk tank top. Her bare arms were muscular but very feminine. When our eyes met she smiled and slapped me. "A submissive never lifts her eyes to a top." I stared at her in shock for a moment and then I dropped my eyes and stared at her chest. She chuckled. "That's better. What's your name, slut?" My head came up and I hissed, "My name is Colleen and I'm not a slut!" She grinned and slapped me again. It wasn't a hard slap but it stung. I took a swing at her and wound up on my knees with my arm twisted up behind my back. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up. "Are you going to be a good girl?" I ground my teeth together and nodded. "Yes." She slapped me again. "Yes, mistress, is the proper answer, slut." I counted to five and whispered, "Yes, mistress." She let me go and I got to my feet. I was mad and scared and extremely excited! She started to unbutton my shirt and when I pushed her hand away she slapped me again, this time very hard. I stood there with tears streaming down my face while she unbuttoned my shirt all the way to my waist. She chuckled in delight when it became apparent that I wasn't wearing a bra. I'm small on top, barely a b-cup, and rarely wear one when I'm not exercising or playing soccer. She pulled my shirt open, exposing my breasts. I blushed, embarrassed beyond belief. She smiled. "Beautiful tits." She cupped them and teased my nipples erect with her thumbs. "Are you owned by anyone?" I shook my head. "No, mistress." I was learning. She nodded but didn't say anything. She continued to fondle my tits for a couple of minutes while I stared off into space. Then I felt a tug as she unbuckled my belt. She gave me a warning look as I tensed and stood there, not moving, while she unsnapped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees, taking my panties with them. She stroked my buttocks and slipped on hand between my legs. I was wet and her middle finger slid into my vagina without the slightest resistance. She held her hand up a moment later. Her middle finger was coated with juice from my wet cunt. She put her finger against my lips and I opened my mouth and tasted myself as I cleaned her finger with my tongue. A few women watched my tranformation from an agressive college athlete to a docile sex slave. Ten minutes later I was nude and collared but still standing in the same place at the bar. My wrists were cuffed behind my back. My new owner, Mari, fondled me as we waited for Sandy to return. When Sandy came back her eyes widened in surprise as she realized that I was naked. She walked up to me and asked what was going on. I nodded toward Mari and whispered, "Ask her." As Sandy turned, Mari backhanded her across the face. "Get your clothes off and get down on your knees, slut." Sandy stumbled backward, her face flaming. I waited for her to explode. Instead, I watched her strip and drop to her knees. She licked Mari's boots in submission and was quickly collared and cuffed. An hour later we left the club through the back door. We were still nude, collared and cuffed. We had both been whipped and our butts were covered with welts. We followed Mari to her van where we were placed in separate cages. She took us back to her house, an old farmhouse out in the county, and transferred us to cages in the barn. Our training began first thing on Saturday morning. On Monday, she drove us over to the university so we could withdraw. She supervised as we wrote letters to our parents. We told them that we wear taking a semester off to travel. Which, in a way, was a true statement. After six weeks of hard training, Mari took us to Hong Kong and sold us. We went on the auction block together. We were nude and oiled, collared and cuffed, and sold as a pair. We're now owned by a Hong Kong businessman in his early forties. He keeps us with him constantly. By day we're his smartly dressed personal assistants. By night, we're his nude fuck sluts. His favorite thing is to fuck one of us in the ass while we're going down on the other. Sandy hates taking cock in the ass but I enjoy it. Especially when my tongue's buried in her hot, wet cunt. Six months later our master took us to another slave auction. He sat in a comfortable chair and watched. Sandy and I, both nude, were on our knees on either side of his chair. After an hour we were surprised to see Mari walk out onto the platform leading a slender blonde who looked no more than fifteen. The blonde was slim and lovely and we urged our master to buy her. "We need a tongue slut to keep us happy!" He grumbled but he bought her. Then he smiled and said, "Watch closely." Mari was walking toward the steps at the back of the platform when she was grabbed by two attendants, stripped, and cuffed. They led her back to the center of the platform where she stood, stunned, while she was sold. Our master bought her. The blonde, Keegan, was only fifteen when she went onto the block. We welcomed her with open arms. Mari is our tongue slut and keeps all three of us happy. It took us a week to break her but it was worth every moment. She's very good and her tongue is long and strong. She's a well-behaved bitch. She knows what will happen if she isn't. We remind her occasionally by wondering aloud how long she could hang by her tongue before the weight of her body ripped it out by the roots. Of course that would render her useless and she knows what that means too - a long ride in a speed boat while the cement hardens around her feet. 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