The woman did as asked and turned her, her natural breasts settling in front of Amy’s eyes as she tried not to stare. Mistress kept her eyes closed the whole time, not moving a muscle and that was good for Amy as she could not take her eyes off of the woman’s breasts. Amy had finished the massage but she kept messaging areas around her breasts just to feel near them, she was enamoured. Finally she pulled herself away, ”That is me down now, Mistress.”
Mistress smiled with her eyes remaining closed, ”Good job, Amy. Now here is where the ultimatum comes in, listen closely because this is a one time offer.” Amy’s heart thudded in her chest, confused as to what the woman could mean. ”When I open my eyes, you will either be standing there looking at me and I’ll take you to the car and drive you home, you will never see me again.” Amy felt strangely sad about that prospect. ”Alternatively, you will find a blindfold on the second drawer down on your left at the stand where the lotion was. If I open my eyes to you wearing that, I have your consent to continue with you how I like. You have ten seconds.” Amy’s head exploded, what did she mean? Did the woman want to have sex with her? Amy could not lie; she was attracted to the older woman but that was quick. She could just go home and forget about this. But her mind was curious, she had already done so much for this woman just by her asking. She had to continue on, Amy went to the drawer and opened it, sure enough there was a black blindfold waiting for her. She took it out and stood next to Mistress and placed it over her eyes.
Amy could not see anything; she was completely blinded from even the light. All she could do was listen and she did attentively. She heard Mistress move and get off the table, then she heard the clack of her heels as she placed them on her feet and started walking in them again. A cold hand took hers; it was strong and closed around her, leading her away from the gym. Mistress led Amy through the house deftly, not going too fast but still at a pace where Amy could not stand still. Amy had no sense of direction to the place and finally they stopped, ”We are at the top of stairs now, Amy, be careful.” Mistress slowly led her down a flight of steps, there were too many for Amy to count, especially considering she was trying not to fall but Mistress kept her safe. Finally she heard a key being turned in a lock and a heavy door opening, Mistress pulling her inside and closing the door, locking it behind them.
She led Amy forward a bit more before finally stopping her and letting go, Amy’s mind raced with possibilities as to where they could be but she just knew she did not want to leave Mistress’s side. Her hand was grabbed and raised, slotted into a binding and closed, leaving her arm raised in the hair above her. The same treatment was given to the other hand and she stood there, like a prisoner. She could hear the clack of Mistress’s heels as she circled Amy, the room clearly soundproofed as no noise was emanating from outside and there was a lack of echo as the sound of heels hit the walls. Amy stood there, feeling exposed in just her panties, not knowing what Mistress was even looking at. Suddenly she felt hands on her t-shirt, first around her waist and then gently feeling slowly upwards towards her arms, stopping at her arm pits, Amy feeling the hands press against where they had become damp with sweat. ”Are you feeling nervous, Amy?”
”Yes, Mistress,” Amy replied.
”Good. I am going to cut your clothes off of you now, silence will be your consent to this.” Amy felt no strong attachment to her clothing so held her tongue. She heard Mistress walking away and the clink of metal on a tray and then the footsteps return to her. A hand pulled the fabric of her shirt out from her and she heard the snip sounds of scissors as they cut upwards towards her. She felt air on her torso as the fabric parted and this continued until the scissors bit through the neckline of her t-shirt and it fell away from her centre, only held on by her arms. A hand pulled the fabric up towards her arms and started cutting upwards, swift but not a single accidental nick was made to her skin. This continued until the t-shirt was cut away from her right arm and then the same done to the left, completely freeing her and leaving her only stood in her bra and panties. Amy was wearing a mis-matched blue bra and black thong; she obviously had never anticipated this. She heard Mistress circling her again, this time she stopped behind her and she felt a hand on her arse, squeezing her thick flesh there. Amy made a noise as she felt it pinched and suddenly was hush by a shh from Mistress.
One hand kept fondling behind as Mistress spoke, ”Amy, you truly do have a magnificent arse. Don’t you?”
”Yes, Mistress,” Amy replied as she continued to be fondled. Suddenly she heard a snip and her panties were cut loose, the material whipped away from her leaving her suddenly exposed. Amy instinctively tried to close her legs to hide her modesty but a sharp spank immediately hit her behind, a fleshy smack rung to her ears and she yelped. ”No, Amy! You never close your legs to Mistress!”
”I’m sorry!” Amy cried out but was only met with an even harder smack which only added to the stinging pain she was feeling.
”Who are you sorry to?” Mistress said to her.
”I’m sorry to you, Mistress!” Amy yelled out, tears entering her eyes but instead of another smack she felt a hand gently caressing where she was smacked and Mistress’s body came close to hers, her mouth to next her ear. The smell of Mistress, a soft lilac smell that Amy only wanted to bury her face into her flesh to breathe in deeper. Mistress massaged Amy’s sore behind more and whispered, ”Amy, you need to be a good girl for Mistress. That means when you don’t do something right we need to find a way for you to learn, am I right?” Amy nodded her head with a tear running down her cheek, ”Yes, Mistress.”
”Good girl,” Mistress whispered and kisses her softly on the cheek causing Amy to internally explode. The praise of this woman made her feel happier than she ever had done in her life. Mistress then turned her attention to Amy’s pussy, she felt a hand glide down her toned stomach and over her bare pussy, a finger probing her wet hole, Amy’s arousal meaning she was soaking wet down there for Mistress. ”Do you shave every day, Amy?”
”Every few days, Mistress.” She heard a noise of disapproval from Mistress, making her making her feel bad.
”Leave your bush to grow above your pussy, Amy. Shave the lips but hair aids intimacy so much more down there.” Internally Amy felt foolish she even did it after Mistress told her this, she could not believe the control this woman had over her emotions. She felt more probing of her pussy lips, ”Very pretty pussy, Amy.” Which further boosted her mood causing her to smile and say, ”Thank you, Mistress.” Then Mistress moved upwards feeling her hips and waist, then up her sides and suddenly Amy felt in three quick movements her bra completely sheared at the straps and her breasts exposed. Amy gasped as she felt Mistress hand squeeze her little tits, circling her erect nipples, she moaned quietly and she held a slight giggle from Mistress. ”A-cup breasts, Amy?”
”Yes, Mistress,” Amy said worried the older woman would not like her smaller breasts.
”It’s okay, larger breasts wouldn’t suit your frame I don’t think.” Amy felt a slight squeeze on her nipple, slowly getting tighter and tighter. Amy tried not to make a noise, feeling she would disappoint Mistress if she did but the pain ended becoming unbearable and she had cry out. ”Wow, Amy, your nipples can take a bit of pinching.” Causing that warm glow to emanate through her body again. Next, Mistress walked around her and Amy felt her hairband being pulled out, causing her hair to fall from loose from her ponytail, ”Good length and thickness. I love the colour too, Amy.” She felt a hand slowly travel down her back, feeling her shoulders and back muscles and travelling back to down to her cheeks.
A finger travelled between her thick arse cheeks, and she held her breath as she felt her hole prodded. ”Amy, are you an anal virgin?”
”Yes, Mistress. My ex-boyfriend wanted to-”
Mistress cut in, ”I’ll ask about that later. It’ll take work but an arse like this should not be neglected.” She pulled away from it and walked around again, Amy could feel her breathing on her, she was examining her face, ”Open your mouth, Amy.” She did as Mistress commanded, of course she did, Amy could not resist doing so. ”I love your freckles,” Mistress said.
Mistress backed away from Amy, the room became silent and she was worried she alone, she was already attached to Mistress and she did not even know the woman’s name. Suddenly she heard movement again, Mistress moved to somewhere far away in the room, revealing to Amy the room was bigger than she thought. Mistress returned, she was setting something up on the ground in front of Amy, something metal perhaps but she was only trying to guess via the sound. Finally, Amy felt something push up against her pussy, something large and round pushed up against her clit. Mistress stepped away; Amy was trying to discreetly hump whatever was around her pussy lips but she was struggling. Suddenly the object buzzed to life causing Amy to gasp out in pleasure, it was a vibrator, the sensation wasn’t heavy but the feeling was immense.
report Mistress spoke up, ”Okay, Amy. I have five questions for you and this vibrator has five settings I control. Every answer I like, I’ll increase the intensity but you are not given permission to orgasm until I say so. If you fail, I’ll be taking you home.”
”No, Mistress!” Amy instinctually called out, the mere thought of Mistress leaving her now caused pain.
”Well please me then, Amy. First question, how many sexual partners have you had, Amy?”
Amy tried to think through her sexual history, she thought hard but the vibrator was messing with her brain. She finally got the answer, ”Twelve, Mistress.” She gasped out in pleasure as the vibrator upped in speed. ”Good girl, you were an active little slut. Nothing wrong with that though. Next question, have you ever had sexual relations with a female?”
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