Welcome to the Neighborhood by Lorna Snowden, Lesbian Femdom
As the newbie in the neighborhood, Mandy is suddenly swept up in a shocking ritual she seems powerless to stop. 

Copyright 2008 by Lorna Snowden, all rights reserved, Not For Sale

 
            “Come in, Mandy, you’re right on time.”

            “Uh…Mrs. Farnum, where is everyone else?”

            “Well, Mandy, they’ll be along in a bit,” she said.  “I wanted you to come early so that we could get you ready.”

            “Ready?”

            “Yes,” she said smoothly, “it’s traditional for the newest member of our neighborhood to serve at our get-togethers and I wanted time to get you into your uniform.”

            “Uniform?” I gulped.

            “It’s just a formality, Mandy,” she purred, “just part of the mood we like to create.”

            I followed her to an upstairs bedroom where what looked like a skimpy French maid’s costume was laying on the bed.  I stopped at the door.

            “Um…Mrs. Farnum, you don’t expect that I’m going to wear…”

            “Mandy,” she said sternly, “it’s not that big of a deal.  It’s like playing dress up.  You are the newbie here and the other women will want to see that you are a good enough sport to serve them like this.”

            “I don’t mind serving them but that…that costume leaves my…vital areas exposed.”

            “Well, Mandy, we prefer that you are exposed but we do have top and bottom coverings if that will make you feel less vulnerable.”

            She stepped to the closet and pulled out a bodice that would cover my breasts and a short ruffled skirt that would cover my nether region.  I still wasn’t comfortable but I realized that if I was going to be accepted it would have to do.  I stripped and donned the costume.  When I was dressed I turned to Mrs. Farnum who had been watching the whole time.

            “How do I look?” I asked tentatively.

            “Very nice, Mandy,” she said.  “You are going to make a great serving girl.”

            I didn’t know if that was good but it made me blush.

            “Just a few more items and you’ll be ready,” she said.  “Turn around and give me your hands.”

            I turned my back and put my hands behind me.  She grabbed my wrists and I felt something cold and metallic encircle them.  She had handcuffed me!  I whipped back around.

            “Wait a minute.  What are you doing?  How am I supposed to serve anyone like this?” I shouted.

            “Well, there’s serving and then there’s ‘serving’,” she laughed.          

            She reached out and ripped the skirt and bodice off of me exposing my breasts, ass and pussy.  Next she locked a collar on my neck and attached a leash.

            “Now we’re ready,” she said, dragging me out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

            There were six other women in the living room when we got there.  I didn’t know any of them except Jacque who was my friend from the gym and the reason that my husband and I had moved here.

            “Jacque,” I blurted, “what’s going on?  Help me, please.”

            Jacque looked a little uncomfortable but she didn’t answer me.  I looked around wildly for a way out but Mrs. Farnum was holding tightly to my leash and my hands were trapped.

            “Ladies,” Mrs. Farnum announced, “I’d like to present our new servant, Mandy.”

            I looked down at a sea of eager faces.  Even my friend Jacque had a flush of expectation on hers.

            “Well, Jacque,” Mrs. Farnum laughed, “I’ll bet your ready for your reward for bringing us our newest servant.”

            “Yes, Mrs.…yes, Mabel, I am,” Jacque said.

            “I should punish you for being so familiar before I remove your belt,” Mrs. Farnum said with mock severity, “but I guess it’s just a formality now that you’ve brought us this luscious specimen.  Stand up and lift your skirt.”

            Jacque stood up and raised her skirt revealing what looked like a steel bikini brief covering her vagina.  Mrs. Farnum moved to her, inserted a key in the lock in front and the belt fell off.  Jacque’s hand went immediately to her clitoris and began rubbing.

            “Jacque dear,” Mrs. Farnum giggled, “I know it’s been six months but please show a little restraint.  After all, it’s your right to use the new girl first so you don’t have to be so crude.”

            Jacque blushed and removed her hand, letting her skirt fall.  She looked at me with fire coming out of her eyes.  I was trembling.          

            “Mabel, can I, please, can I use the bedroom?” Jacque asked.

            “No, Jacque,” Mrs. Farnum responded firmly.  “She needs to get used to performing in front of people and anyway with the six months of frustration that is built up in your body, you won’t even notice us after the first few seconds.”

            Jacque reached up and snatched my leash from Mrs. Farnum’s hand and dragged me to my knees between her legs.  She pulled up her skirt and my face was inches from her cunt.  I looked up into eyes that had started to glaze over with lust.

            “Jacque, please, don’t make me do this,” I begged.

            “Mandy, the proper way to address me is Mrs. Gonzales,” she said coldly.  “You are our servant now and if you fail to address or please me properly I will take great pleasure in whipping that little bottom of yours until it bleeds.  Now, lick!”

            She pulled my mouth on to her pussy and I had no choice but to lick.  She had an orgasm in the first minute but I guess that if I had been denied for six months I wouldn’t have lasted any longer myself.  She kept me at it for two more before she pushed me away, and I was yanked immediately to another crotch.

             After they all had sated themselves on my tongue I was kept busy serving them in other ways.  Even with my hands cuffed behind me I was expected to hobble to the kitchen and bring back drinks and snacks.  Several of the women took great delight in playing with me, keeping me in a state of arousal all afternoon.  My level of excitement was such that my mind was fixated on the end of this ordeal when I could finally get home and spend some time with my favorite vibrator.

            Jacque started the second round of temple worship and everyone else took a turn.  When they finished it was late and I assumed that soon my torment would be over and I could go home.

            “Mandy, there is one last thing we like to do during these first sessions,” Mrs. Farnum said.  “Jacque, will you do the honors.”

            Jacque took me by the arm and led me to a bench in the middle of the room.  She lay me face down over it, strapped me down and stepped back.  My ass was sticking up like an invitation to be abused.  The look on Jacque’s face said it all and I started trembling.

            “There, there, Mandy,” she whispered in my ear, “it’ll be over soon.  This is just to give you a teensy taste of what will happen if you disobey.”

            They each whipped me.  Most of them used their hands which while it didn’t hurt as much was very personal and degrading.  Some of them alternated hard slaps with their hands and then using their fingers to caress my clit until I was screaming out for relief.  Mrs. Farnum used a man’s leather belt and made no pretense that she had anything on her mind but making me scream.  It hurt like hell and I was blubbering by the time she finished.

            “Well, Mandy,” Mrs. Farnum beamed after the others had left, “not bad for your first time.  You are quite a nice addition to our community.”

            I didn’t bother to respond.  All I wanted now was to be released from these cuffs and this stupid outfit and I planned to go home and never associate with any of them again.

            “One final item and then you may go,” she said.

            She picked up the chastity belt that had come off of Jacque and locked it on me.  Then she uncuffed my wrists and handed me a manila envelope.

            “Your schedule is in there,” she said motioning at the envelope.

            “My schedule?” I asked.

            “Yes, Mandy, of where and when and who needs your services.”

            “You’re kidding, right?”

            “No, Mandy, I’m not,” she said, “and if you don’t show up you won’t believe the painful tortures that we can think of.”

            “Bullshit, I never agreed to this.”

            “You really don’t have a choice, do you?”

            “Of course I have a choice you stupid bitch; I don’t plan on participating in your twisted games,” I screamed.

            “Really?” she laughed.

            “Yes.  Don’t expect to see me at one of your soirees again.”

            “So you plan to remain celibate the rest of your life?” she asked pleasantly.

            “What?”

            “The belt, Mandy.”

            “I plan to have someone get it off of me as soon as I leave here,” I said.

            “It doesn’t come off.”

            “Pardon me?”

            “It is specially designed and is virtually impossible to remove.”

            “That’s the operative word, Mabel, virtually impossible,” I said smugly.  “I’m sure I can find someone with the expertise to get it off.”

            “Perhaps, but…”

            “But what, bitch?”

            “Well, there’s the loss of your clitoris to consider,” she mused.

            “What are you talking about?”

            “If you don’t show up for your appointments I will activate the built in receiver in it and…” she smiled.  “That is also a feature if someone tries to remove it without the key.”

            I glanced down and the enormity of my situation began to sink in.  I looked back up at her evil face.

            “By the way, Mandy, I plan to punish you severely the next time I have you for being so discourteous,” Mrs. Farnum said.

            I realized that I had perhaps been hasty calling her a bitch but begging was just what she wanted.  I didn’t see that saying anything was going to change her mind so I kept my mouth shut.

            I looked down at the hateful belt and then back at her and asked, “What about my husband?  He is going to be furious when I get home and he finds me locked up like this.  Are you women crazy?  He will cause you all kinds of grief.  Your husbands will be furious.”

            Mrs. Farnum smiled and looked at her watch.

            “Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about your husband, Mandy.  I think when you get home you’ll find that he has a similar device locked on him.  By the way, right about now he is naked and on his knees with his lips wrapped around my husband’s dick.  You two are going to make fine servants.”

            “What?  My husband is locked up like this also?”

            “Yes, Mandy.”

            “But we don’t want to be servants,” I wailed.  “We have a great life together.  It’s not fair.”

            “Not fair?  Oh, Mandy, you are going to be so much fun to degrade.”

            The bitch was practically wetting her pants thinking about forcing me to serve her.  I tried another tack.

“How long do we have to serve, Mrs. Farnum?” I asked politely.

“So now you’re going to be polite to me, Mandy?  Are you thinking I’ll forget about your little outburst and go easier on you?”

“I…”

“The only reason I don’t string you up right now is I want to savor the fear you are going to carry around until you are mine again.”

“Please, Mrs. Farnum…how long?”

            “Gosh, Mandy, I thought you might have guessed from what happened with your friend Jacque.  All you have to do is just find another couple to take your place.”