Asian Amy Pt. 05

Literotic asexstories – Asian Amy Pt. 05 by VFast,VFast
Asian Amy: Part Five

The Word is Out

A month had passed since Princess Amy Nakayama had entered the seedy world of professional BDSM, and she was doing quite well for herself. Under the tutelage of Mistress Shareese Lewis, the Asian cutie had become a budding star locally, and her fandom was leaking out into neighboring cities and states. Shareese had been known as one of the best Mistresses in the country for some years already, and her protégé was hot on her tail.

With the newfound success came a new revenue stream that had quickly refilled the Princess’s coffers. When Shareese found out that her Amy was a CPA, she dumped her old accountant and enlisted her services.

Amy’s creative and barely legal ways of dodging income taxes was something that Shareese definitely appreciated and the woman’s big brain only expedited her growing infatuation for her.

The new accountant’s first order of business was to create an LLC for the two of them: Reesie and Nak was the lame name that they settled on.

The two women were browsing through the outfits and toys at a smut shop downtown when the man approached them. His expensive, casual attire led Shareese to believe that he was an attorney, but that was not the case. “Zack Green,” he said and held out his hand. “I am a talent manager for some of the biggest names out there,” he boasted.

The two women shook his hand and looked him up and down. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Green,” Shareese said. “And what can we do for you today?”

The manager asked them if they might be interested in sitting down with him to discuss a possible business opportunity. “Any time or place that would work for you two lovely ladies,” he said, and held out a business card.

Shareese perused it and then handed it to Amy. “We might be available this afternoon,” Shareese told him. “Four o’clock at my place?”

“That will work,” Green said and then Shareese produced a business card of her own and asked him nicely for a pen. “Thank you, sir,” she said after he handed over a gold-coated Montblanc. She used the man’s pen to scribble down her address on the back of the card and handed them both to him. “I look forward to our meeting,” she said.

“Most definitely,” Green said and then tipped his Kangol and departed.

“Interesting,” was all Amy said as she watched the man leave.

“Very,” Shareese agreed.

The women went back about their business of browsing and each of them found a few items of interest that they purchased. Amy reminded Shareese to keep her receipt and they left.

“I wonder if he wants us to star in a movie,” Amy mused as they walked past a pawn shop towards Shareese’s car.

“Maybe,” Shareese said, shrugging her shoulders.

“I’m not ready to go in front of a camera,” Amy said. “My family would disown me.”

Shareese agreed and told her that the meeting would be short if that is what Mr. Green was proposing. “I’ll tell him to beat it before he even gets started.”

They had some lunch and then went back to the Dominatrix’s condo where Amy was going through her purchases from the sex store. “You like?” She asked, holding up a mask to her face that had spikes protruding from it. “It will go well with my spiked heels,” she said.

“Gerrrrrrr-owwww!” Shareese said and licked her lips. “I suddenly want to misbehave again.”

“Not if I beat you to it.”

Pairs of shackles and handcuffs were the other things that the Princess purchased, along with a long black dildo. She admired her new toys after she set them on the table. “For when I am alone and need to get myself off,” she explained with a smile.

Shareese nodded and then pulled out her two purchases: a set of nipple clamps and some Ben Wa balls. “For my alone time,” she said. “But you are welcome to borrow either anytime you want,” she added and winked.

Amy had been working with a realtor for a few weeks, trying to find a place of her own, and she was meeting her for a showing in ten minutes. “The unit is in the building a few back that way,” she said, pointing out the kitchen window.

“I hope you like it,” Shareese said. “We could be neighbors!”

It took less than two minutes for Amy to walk to Unit 12-A. The townhome was definitely a place that she could see herself living in and it was within her price range. It was the mirror image of Shareese’s townhome, but it was an end unit so there were more windows.

“Let’s make an offer,” Amy said to her realtor. “I really like it.”

Sandy Gray was a cute older lady in her mid-fifty’s and she knew her shit. She had been referred by Shareese and she was a true professional. “I’ll draw up an offer and send it in,” she said, cheerfully.

Amy thanked her and walked back to Shareese’s townhome. They had over an hour before the talent manager was due.

“I liked it. Made an offer,” Amy announced as she entered.

“Nice,” Shareese said.

“We’ll see,” she replied and smiled.

The two women went into the living room and were on the couch watching some TV and chatting when Amy mentioned that she was feeling horny. “Not sure why, but I kind of wanna masturbate.”

“Right?” Shareese said.

There was not enough time for anything intricate, so Amy suggested that she try on her new restraints. “I wanna make sure they fit,” she joked.

“Can I watch?”

“Absolutely. You can help, too, if you want.”

Shareese’s face lit up and they went upstairs to the bedroom.

Amy slipped out of her summer dress, kicked off her espadrilles and got completely naked before she hopped onto the enormous bed with her newly purchased shackles and cuffs. Shareese also got undressed as she watched the sexy Asian place the shackles on her bare ankles and crank them down. When she lifted her feet up and wiggled her toes, the Ebony woman’s tits hardened and her pussy sprang to life.

“You playing it up to your audience?” She asked as Amy finished cuffing her hands together.

“Not intentionally,” she lied. “I just wanted to see how my new jewelry looked.”

“Yeah, right,” Shareese said and dove onto the bed, her head landing inches from the chained feet.

Amy leaned back against the headboard and began to slowly finger herself. Without asking, Shareese began to kiss her shackled feet and moved on to sucking her toes after she slid two fingers into her own wet pussy.

Amy’s arousal from getting her feet worshipped by the gorgeous dominatrix was not so much a physical thing, although it felt good, but more of a mental turn on. Watching the Dom perform the task gave her a feeling of power and superiority that sped her incipient orgasm along.

Shareese was a little bit pissed that this woman’s feet had such a hold on her: she simply could not resist them. She grabbed the chain of the shackles and gave it a tug, a weak attempt at asserting any dominance.

They were both cumming within five minutes of laying down and then they collapsed in the bed, exhausted.

“Wanna punish me tonight,” Amy asked after several minutes of silence.

“For what?” Shareese asked.

“I am sure you will come up with something.”

Shareese leaned up onto her elbow. “Tell you what,” she said and started stroking the tops of Amy’s feet, “we can play a game tonight, cards or checkers or something, and the winner gets to choose who gets punished. Deal?”

Amy nodded and put the soles of her feet on Amy’s cheeks. “Deal.”

A Diva Named Sweetness

The two women showered together and got dressed. Amy put her same outfit back on, while Shareese dressed up a bit in toned down Mistress attire. She was wearing a short black dress and black leather boots and she made sure to show just enough cleavage.

The doorbell rang at exactly four o’clock and when Shareese opened the front door, her jaw nearly dropped. Standing on the porch was Zack and next to him was one of the hottest pop stars on the planet. “Please, come in,” the Dom insisted.

When Amy saw who had just stepped into the townhouse, she too was astounded and could only awkwardly gaze at the beautiful woman. It was a surreal moment for her, having just watched the multiple Grammy winner star in a movie a few nights before.

“Shareese, Amy,” Zack Green said, “this is my client, Sweetness.”

Neither of the women had ever heard anyone refer to the superstar as “Sweetness”, but they moved in in tandem to shake her hand.

It might have simply been a joke of some sort, or perhaps a way to salvage some crumbs of anonymity. Either way, from that point forward Shareese and Amy would be referring to the diva as Sweetness.

“I will leave you all alone, if that is okay Ms. Sweetness,” the manager said.

“Yes, that will be fine, Zack,” Sweetness confirmed.

Now the tall dominatrix was really confused. Once the manager had left, Shareese closed and locked the door and suggested that they go into the living room.

Sweetness took a seat on the recliner and Amy plopped down on the couch. Shareese remained standing and asked the diva if she might want something to drink. “A bottle of water or a soda?”

“Sure, I’ll have a water, thank you,” Sweetness said.

Shareese returned with three bottles of water and handed one to Amy and the diva and then sat down next to her partner.”So let’s get down to business,” the Dom broke the silence. “What is it that we might be able to do for you?”

Sweetness took a long drink from the water bottle and turned her head towards the couch. “I want the experience of being dominated,” she answered, point blank. “I hear that your are the best around and I never settle for anything but the best.”

“I see,” Shareese replied, still a bit confused at the circumstances surrounding the meeting. “We can certainly discuss some options regarding your request, Sweetness.”

The diva explained that she was doing two shows in town on the next two nights and that it would have to be done that night. “Last minute, I realize, but I will make it worth your while if you can make it happen.”

Amy sat silently, enjoying the Dom in her element. This was the first time that she had witnessed any interaction between her and a client that did not involve whips and chains.

“Well, we do have someone scheduled for tonight, but I suppose I could bump him,” Shareese said. “That is, of course, if we can come to an agreement on the terms for a session tonight.”

Amy knew that they had nobody on the books that night and suppressed a smile.

“Everything meaning your compensation?” the diva asked with a sarcastic smile that both women had seen her use in several of her movies. She took another swig of water and waited for a reply.

Shareese was not one bit rattled and took a pull from her water before explaining to the diva that money was not the only factor. “We have to make sure that what you want is what we can give you,” she said. “Also, this is a unique situation given your popularity and status. I wouldn’t want you to get into something that is over your head.”

The diva smiled and recrossed her ridiculously toned legs. “I like the way you do business,” she said. “Let me tell you what I am after.”

She started off by admitting that she had some kinks that involved bondage and discipline and that it was becoming a challenge to satisfy them. She was no stranger to pain, but since she was currently on tour she had to be careful and did not want to get too hurt or sore and not be able to perform at her highest level. “But pain,” she paused to look at Amy and Shareese individually, “pain is what gets me off.”

Shareese told the diva that she had several ways to deliver mark free pain, if that is what she wanted. “I take it you won’t be showing your nipples on stage,” she said.

“Oh, you devil, you,” the diva said. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

Sweetness then went on to explain that she had a very specific outline of how she wanted her fantasy to begin. “Then you all can run with it from there,” she said. “I’ve also added a few things in here that I would like to experience, if possible.” She then handed a folded piece of paper to Shareese.

Shareese gave the outline a cursory glance and then looked up at the diva. “Sweetness, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you find out about me?”

“One of my attorney friends told me about you,” she answered and took a drink. “Said you were the best in town.”

Shareese nodded and went back to reading the outline. “Says you want us to come to your hotel tonight?”

“That’s right. I have two connecting suites. We will need them both, as you can see.”

Amy felt like a fly on the wall, and wondered if she would even be needed that night. Her doubts were quelled when the diva inquired about a police outfit for her. “I want the little one to arrest me,” she said, pointing a long and fancy fingernail at her.

“This is pretty specific,” Shareese said. She had finished reading the outline. “We can make it work,” she confirmed and stood up.

The diva and Amy took that as their queue that the meeting was over and also rose to their feet. They shook hands and Sweetness walked out to her waiting limousine.

“Look at that bottom line,” Shareese said to Amy after she shut the door and handed her the diva’s outline.

“Damn,” Amy said. “Three K!”

“I bet she tips on top of it, too, if we bring it.”

Amy perused the outline and was intrigued with the specific demands of the diva. “I will do all of this stuff to her in one suite, and then turn her over to you?” she said. “This is gonna be interesting.”

“Yep,” Shareese agreed. “We got to go back to the porn shop and pick up a policewoman’s costume for you.”

“Looks like it.”

“I hate to waste money on that cheesy shit; I can get you a good one from my guy, but it wouldn’t get here until tomorrow.”

“Welp. Doesn’t look like we have much of a choice,” Amy said, and handed the outline back to Shareese. “We have to find some prison togs, too, huh?”

“Yes. I know of a place where we can pick up some medical scrubs. Those will have to do.”

The Diva Gets “Arrested”

Amy was in charge of the details regarding the financial aspects of the session, as well as the details of Sweetness’s special requests. She talked to the diva that afternoon on the phone and shored up the time and the place of the session, and confirmed the agreed to price. She ended the call by telling her about the code words that were to be used: “yellow, if things were getting too intense and she wanted them to back off a bit and “Red”, if she wanted everything to stop immediately.

The two Doms arrived at the upscale hotel at eight o’clock and picked up the room key for a suite on the top floor. They were dressed in normal clothes with their costumes packed in travel bags. Shareese unlocked and opened the door to the room. “Woo-eee,” She said and whistled. She set down her bag and said, “I could get used to this.”

“Not bad at all,” Amy agreed, walking around the suite as if it were a museum.

There was a large living room with a wet bar, several couches and recliners and a big screen television. The master bedroom was off to the right, through a set of double doors. The bed was as big as the one in Shareese’s townhome and the bathroom had a Jacuzzi and a large walk in shower that was encased in glass.

“So you up for this, good cop?” Shareese asked Amy.

“I think so,” she said confidently. “I just got to get in the zone.”

“Well if the zone you get into is anything like the one you found before you put me through the ringer, I think you will be fine.”

The police outfit fit Princess Amy just fine, but Shareese did not care for it at all. “Damn that shit looks cheap,” was her assessment.

A thick black belt circled the Asian’s tiny waist, splitting a short navy blue dress that had a badge sewn to the left side of it. She was showing plenty of cleavage and the black thigh-high boots made her four inches taller. Black gloves and a policeman’s cap rounded out the costume.

Amy took a pair of handcuffs and tucked them into her belt. Then she grabbed the shackles and stuffed them in a duffel bag. “It’s showtime!” She announced.

“Break a leg,” Shareese said, still getting into her getup for the evening.

Princess Amy made sure that the coast was clear before she scooted the short distance down the hall to the adjoining suite.

Sweetness answered the door almost immediately and told the Princess to step inside. “May I help you, officer?” She asked after shutting the door.

Amy was about to find out if she had retained her high school speech and drama skills. “Do you go by the street name of “Sweetness”, ma’am?” She asked sharply.

“I do,” the diva said.

Despite her casual outfit, the pop star still looked amazing to Amy. She was dressed in a designer sweatsuit with a pair of high top sneakers that were the same brand.

Princess Amy informed the diva that during a get together in her room the prior evening, several minors had been served alcohol and one of the young men had been pinched for a DUI. “He sang like a bird and mentioned you by name as the one who got him drunk.”

Sweetness was both amused and impressed with the story that Amy had concocted, and her acting was solid. “You can’t prove anything,” the diva snapped. “There were several parties going on in this hotel last night.”

“They have a Polaroid of you and the young man doing a shot. He is wearing the same outfit in the photo as the one he was picked up in.”

“Pfft. That’s not proof, honey,” the diva said and put her hands on her hips. She was loving the back and forth and her heart began to beat a little faster.

“Look, Sweetness,” Amy said nicely, “I am a huge fan of yours, and I don’t think what you did is a big deal, but I gotta do my job.”

Sweetness rolled her eyes, really getting into the fantasy, and threatened to call her lawyer. “He will set you straight.”

“That very well may be,” Amy said and grabbed the handcuffs that were tucked into her belt. “But for now, I am afraid that I have to detain you. Turn around and place your hands behind your back, please.”

The diva huffed and puffed for a second and then complied with the Princess’s request. “Damn, girl!” She shrieked when the cuffs went on. “Why they gotta be so tight?”

“Standard procedure, ma’am,” Amy said and double locked them. “Up against the wall, please,” she told her and aggressively grabbed the diva by the elbow and forced her to within inches of the wall next to the door.

Sweetness rattled her wrists around in her cuffs for a second before Amy began to search her. It was far from the first time she had been handcuffed, but this scenario was feeling real and she was enjoying it. “Hey, take it easy,” she said when the Princess got a little rough with her crotch.

“Just doing my job, ma’am,” Amy said, succinctly.

The diva’s nipples were next to get assaulted as Amy reached up her shirt from behind and played with her piercings. The diva’s breathing became heavier and she struggled to express her distain. “Not…not so rough,” she eked out.

By this point, Amy was also getting turned on and she took a second to rub her pussy under her dress. “Eyes forward,” she reminded her prisoner. “I am afraid that I am gonna have to do a more thorough search.”

“What? Why?” Sweetness asked, excited about the proposal.

“I might have found some suspicious residue on your breasts,” she explained and unhooked the woman’s wrists. “Hands on the wall, please. Head forward.”

The diva complied and then felt her shoes and socks being removed. Her sweatpants and jacket were next, followed by her designer tee shirt.

Sweetness was leaned up against the wall in nothing but her fancy lingerie. Amy was completely enamored with the woman’s beauty but she regained her focus. “Please kneel down with your hands behind your back and your ankles crossed,” she asked nicely.

The diva was now feeling submissive and dropped to her knees without a fight. The cuffs went back on and then she heard the ratcheting of the shackles as Amy clamped them down on her bare, slender ankles. “Is this necessary?” She asked. She was doing her damndest to appear upset with the process.

“Just following regulations, ma’am,” was all that the Princess offered. “Back up on your feet,” Amy ordered and helped her up by her elbow.

The nipple massage that Amy began to perform was making Sweetness weak in the knees and the Princess had to grab her around the waist to prevent her from toppling. “Easy, Sweetness,” she said. “This will be over in a jiffy.”

The diva had no reply and then she felt her ankles being gently kicked apart. Once the chain of her shackles was taunt, she felt fingers enter her damp pussy after her panties had been pulled aside. “Oh, fuck,” was her breathy reaction and she leaned her forehead up against the wall.

Princess Amy caressed her cunt with long strokes, making the pop star wetter and wetter. The thumping of her clitoris was too much to take and she was forced to succumb to her first orgasm of the evening.

Amy removed her wet fingers, wiped them off on her bare thigh, and then told the diva that she was clean. “Didn’t find anything in there,” she said. “Back on your knees, ma’am.

The Princess reapplied the cuffs and shackles and then walked towards the telephone that was next to one of the recliners. “I have to make a call to my supervisor,” she said.

The diva was humiliated as she knelt and tried to recover from her orgasm. “Do I have to cross my ankles?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Amy picked up the phone and dialed the suite next door. Shareese answered on the second ring and Amy asked -loud and clear so that Sweetness could hear her- what she wanted her to do about the woman she had detained in the suite. “You want me to cut her loose, or what?”

Shareese began to ask yes or no questions that were specific to what might have happened in the suite next door. When she appeared to be done with her inquiries, Amy said: “Yes, I can hold.”

This intentional stall tactic was designed to make the prisoner uneasy as she knelt there half naked. Amy took the time to watch the diva squirming around in her chains and when she looked exasperated enough, the Princess told her that she could get off of her knees and go sit in the corner. “Feet on the wall with your knees touching your breasts, please,” she demanded. “This might take a while.”

The diva was glad to get off of her knees and she shuffled into the corner and assumed the new position that, to Amy, looked only slightly less comfortable than her previous one. After about seven more minutes, Shareese told Amy to put her on speaker. “Bring the bitch in,” the Mistress said loudly.

Sweetness’s head snapped towards the phone and she looked genuinely worried now, and Amy could not hide her delight. “Want me to let her get dressed?” she asked the Mistress.

“No fucking way,” Shareese barked. “Bring the bitch to me in her underwear and chains. We are just gonna strip her anyway.”

“Will do, Mistress,” Amy said and hung up the phone. “Looks like you will be serving some time for your little mistake last night,” she told the diva.

“Fuck me,” she said and her heart started pounding with excitement.

Amy helped her to her feet, grabbed her by the elbow and led her to the adjoining door.

The Diva Gets Dominated

When Shareese opened the door, Amy remembered how intimidating and beautiful the Mistress looked when she was in full dominatrix mode. She wore a black corset and thigh-high boots with a five-inch heel; black gloves that covered her elbows; and a black mask that covered her face from her nose up. “Bring the prisoner in,” she said, coldly. She looked the pop star up and down and took special note of her recent pedicure; French tips definitely fueled her foot fetish. “Get her on her knees right here,” she demanded, tapping the ground with a riding crop that was looped around her wrist.

“Yes, Mistress,” Amy said, and guided the diva into the suite and gently pulled down on her shoulders until she was kneeling.

“Sweetness, you have been accused of serving liquor to a minor,” she said and then lifted the prisoner’s chin with the leather of the crop’s tip. “How do you plead to the charges?”

The session was going even better than she hoped it would and the diva was ready to submit. “Guilty,” she said. “I deserve to be punished.”

A medium smack to each of the rings dangling from her pierced nipples was delivered with the riding crop and the diva gasped. “You will end all of your statements with Yes Mistress, understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied, still wincing in pain.

“Princess Amy,” the dominatrix said as she circled the prisoner, “take the bitch to the shower and clean her up.”

“Yes Mistress,” Amy said.

“Unchain her, strip her, and then rebind her hands with this,” she instructed, handing Amy a thick cable tie. “This one looks like a runner and we can’t take any chances. Once the dirty bitch is clean, bring her to me in prison togs so that she can serve her punishment.”

Shareese was done with the diva for the moment and walked over to the couch while Princess Amy led the prisoner into the master bedroom.

Sweetness’s hands were free only long enough for Amy to remove her fancy bra and then they were once again pinned behind her back with the zip ties. The Princess removed the shackles before stripping her of her lace underwear and then she marched her into the walk-in shower. “Nose and toes on the wall, please,” Amy told her. “I will join you momentarily.”

Amy took her time removing her clothes and boots and then stepped into the shower with the pop star. This particular step was something that Sweetness had been very specific about in her outline: she wished to be forced to take a shower after her arrest. The fact that she was about to be washed by another naked woman was a nice surprise.

The Princess turned on the cold water and then told the diva to get under the waterfall showerhead. She let her shiver under the icy downpour for a solid minute before she turned it to hot and then joined her. “Your nipples are even harder than they were back in your suite,” Amy observed as she lightly massaged them.

Sweetness was done trying to put up any resistance and resided to letting the sexy Asian woman do whatever she wanted to her. “That feels really good,” she said.

“Just to let you know, you had better learn not to speak unless spoken to,” Amy warned her. She had lathered up her dainty hands and was now washing the diva’s fake tits. “I don’t really mind, but the Mistress will freak out if you break that rule.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

Next it was time to wash out the pop star’s pussy, but not before Amy got a quick taste. The Princess squatted down and teased the poor woman with some sensual kissing and a rim job.

Sweetness was on the verge of cumming again when Amy stood up. “Not yet,” she said and then began to soap up the woman’s crotch.

When Amy could sense that her prisoner was about to cum, she would move her hands to her ass and give that a good soaping. The frustrating shower continued for fifteen more minutes when Amy finally turned off the water.

The Princess dried the helpless woman off with a robust hotel towel and then told her to get back on her knees at the foot of the bed. With her hands still bound tightly behind her back, she once again assumed the kneeling position. Amy dried herself off and then put on a fluffy hotel robe that was hanging in one of the closets. She put her uniform, boots and all of the other items she had brought with her to the arrest into the duffle bag and grabbed a thick leather collar.

“The Mistress will be requiring you to wear this,” Amy said, and buckled it around the diva’s neck. It was another one of the pop star’s requests.

This brought on more arousal and heavy breathing from the kneeling woman who asked to have it tightened. “Just a little bit, please,” she said.

Amy tightened the collar another notch and then clipped off the zip ties that bound the diva’s wrists. She tossed a set of blue scrubs on her lap and said: “Put them on, please.”

Sweetness quickly got into the tight-fitting scrubs that actually made her look somewhat like a prisoner. The flimsy pants were tight around her curvy thighs and bubble butt and they ended at her rock-hard calves.

Amy handcuffed her hands behind her back and attached a short leash to a ring on her collar. Then, she pulled down on her shoulders until she was kneeling again.

“It’s time to go. You will be walking there on your knees,” she told her and gave the leash a modest tug in the direction of the living room.

“You get the bitch cleaned up?” Shareese asked Amy, looking down at the sub. She was waiting for them on the other side of the door.

“I did, Mistress,” she answered and handed her the leash.

Shareese pulled Sweetness through the doorway and tugged her to the middle of the room. The prisoner awkwardly shuffled behind her on her knees. “Remove her cuffs,” she said.

Amy used a key that was in her breast pocket to unlock the handcuffs. The divas hands had been bound behind her back for nearly an hour and her shoulders were tight. The zip ties had caused red rings to form around her wrists that she was trying to rub out while she knelt before her Mistress.

“Are you enjoying yourself, slut?” Shareese asked.

“It’s been a good experience so far, Mistress.”

“As you are well aware, you have been sentenced to punishment for the illegal distribution of alcohol to a minor. You will serve the majority of your sentence completely naked and you will not speak unless you are addressed by Princess Amy or me. Are we clear?”

The diva nodded submissively.

“Words, cunt. Use your words,” the Mistress said and cracked her back with the riding crop.

“Ahh!,” she cried. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Take those clothes off and get back on your knees.”

Amy watched the show and wondered where it might be going. The outline Sweetness had provided listed a number of things that she might want to experience, but there was no way that they could get to them all in one night. An even better question was what her role would be in one or more of the fantasies that required two doms.

Sweetness now naked and on her knees again, breathing hard from either exhaustion or excitement. Shareese assumed it was both by the looks of her swollen pussy, so she sent Amy to get her some water from the refrigerator behind the wet bar. She told the prisoner that she could get off of her knees while she drank.

The diva thanked the Mistress and sat back on her ass while she guzzled down the entire bottle.

Shareese stood over Sweetness and her eyes were drawn to her sexy feet that rested flat in front of her. Nowhere in the outline had the diva mentioned anything about foot play or foot worship, which now made the Mistress upset: what she wouldn’t give to suck those toes. “Break’s over,” Shareese barked. “On your feet, prisoner.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said and eased her way up.

Onto each nipple ring, Shareese attached a three-ounce, lead fishing weight in the shape of a pyramid. The Mistress gave each one a gentle tug after she applied them.

Sweetness winced in pain, but said nothing and closed her eyes.

“Time to taste the whip,” Shareese announced, and told Amy to prepare the prisoner. “String her up.”

Amy led the beautiful woman to the adjoining door and then threw two straps over the top of it and shut it again. “Kneel, please,” she told the slave, “hands up.”

The Princess pulled down on the straps until they were tightly wedged between the door and doorframe, and then attached each one separately to the diva’s wrists. Then, she took out the slack by pulling the loose ends through buckles. The result was a kneeling prisoner with her arms stretched above her head.

Shareese could not resist the two pink, wrinkles soles extending behind the pop star. She took a length of white, nylon rope and bound her ankles together, making sure to cop a good feel in the process.

“You have been sentenced to ten lashes for your crime, Sweetness,” the Mistress announced, welding a two-tail whip. “You will count out your lashes, understood?”

“Yes Mistress.”

This particular weapon of pain had very soft tips and it barely left any marks on the victim’s body. The Dom reached back and let the first lash fly, striking the prisoner in the middle of her back, just above a trap-stamp tattoo.

“One!” The diva called out and arched her back.

Amy watched carefully to see if welts from the whip’s tails were developing, but none were detected. Two faint red lines slowly began to surface, much to the delight of the prisoner’s captors.

The Mistress scattered three more lashes on the slave’s back and then gave the soles of her bound feet a smack.

“Fuck! Five!” The diva cried out. The new location had taken her by surprise.

Another lash to her feet was followed by two more to her round ass. This is when the diva addressed her Dom and requested a favor, asking her if she might deliver the last two with a little more power. “I realize the error of my ways and I need a reminder not to repeat them, Mistress.”

Shareese had already been swinging the whip at full strength and she told the prisoner as much. “I can give you the last two with a more serious tool,” she said.

“Yes please, Mistress.”

Shareese shot a look of concern at Amy who was thoroughly enjoying the show. When the Princess shrugged her shoulders, the Dom swapped the whip out with the Dragon-Tail bullwhip.

“Are you ready for some real pain, bitch?” She asked, standing behind the diva and ready to swing.

“I am, Mistress.”

Without delay, the heavy whip whistled through the air and landed with an evil sounding smack.

The pain between the shoulder blades of Sweetness was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her toned arms strained against her restraints as she cried out in pain. Four quick breaths were taken before she was able to speak again. “Nine, Mistress.”

Now her back had a welt on it. It split a series of light pink lines that crisscrossed her beautiful back, right down the middle.

Amy quickly scooted over to the suffering woman and began to stroke her hair and rub the growing Dragon Tail welt. “Are you okay, Sweetie?” She asked.

“Yes, Princess, thank you,”‘ she answered, enjoying the Asian’s loving touch. “But I have one more coming.”

Amy stepped back and Shareese recocked her arm for the final lash. She noticed that tears had begun to well in the eyes of the punished diva and she felt sorry for her; she knew how much that fucking whip hurt.

The final lash came in sideways and the thick leather caught the kneeling woman across her ass. Her feet rose up off the carpet and she pointed her toes. “Ahh, Fuck!… Ten, Mistress.”

“Tend to this fucking bitch, Princess,” Shareese told Amy, highly turned on by the effects of her corporal punishment.

Princess Amy was at the ready with a wash cloth that had been soaking in ice water in a silver bucket. She quickly stepped in to cool the burning welts on the diva’s backside.

Sweetness’s back and ass were on fire, and her pussy was soaking wet and swollen. The cold washcloth was a godsend and Amy’s gentle touch was both comforting and a little erotic. When the princess put an ice cube up her cunt and began to stroke her, she immediately ejaculated all over the carpet.

“Feel good, Sweetness?” Amy asked and kissed her neck.

“You have no idea,” she answered and turned her head to initiate a kiss.

Shareese watched it all unfold with great interest and a splash of jealousy. Sure, it was just business, but watching her Princess make out with one of the world’s biggest icons was a bit too much. “Untie the prisoner,” she said once she had seen enough.

Amy released Sweetness’s arms from the straps and was about to move on to her feet when the Mistress told her to leave them tied. “Yes, Mistress,”‘she said and stood up. “Where do you want the prisoner?”

The Dom pointed to the carpet in the middle of the room, “right there is fine.”

The collar and leash were still attached to Sweetness and the Princess gave it a gentle tug once the prisoner had shuffled around on her knees to get pointed in the right direction. Then, Amy spotted her while she sank to all fours so that she could drag herself to the Mistress.

Shareese held in her hand two more lengths of rope and instructed the diva to put her hands out. She lashed her wrists together and then told her to put her fingers in her pussy. “Now kiss the ground,” she ordered.

Sweetness extended her middle fingers as best she could and then parted her swollen mound with them.

Amy got behind the diva and straddled her, placing one had on her shoulder while tightening the grip on the leash with the other. Then, she tilted her forward and began to carefully lower the woman down, balancing the pressure between her neck and her shoulder.

When Sweetness’s body was at a forty-five degree angle, the Princess let her hang there until her face reddened and she began to struggle to breathe.

Shareese watched with amusement and was once again proud of her protégé who had taken the reigns on another item on Sweetness’s wish list.

Amy lowered the prisoner all the way to the ground and they watched her struggle through a coughing fit, her head turned sideways and her cheek uncomfortably mashed into the carpet.

“Mmm…More…” the diva eked out.

Amy glanced at the Dom who shrugged and gave her the thumbs up. “Pull the lousy cunt back up.”

The Princess once again had her by the neck and shoulders and pulled her back up so that she was perpendicular to the floor. Then she tilted her forward again, just far enough to choke off most of her oxygen.

Sweetness did what she could to get her fingers far enough into her pussy while she struggled for air. Amy carefully kept the correct tension on the woman’s neck, while her and the Mistress watched another gushing orgasm cascade from the diva’s pussy.

More coughing and gasping ensued once Sweetness was lowered to the floor. Shareese pulled her hands underneath her crotch and back between her legs and then tied her wrists to her ankles. There was zero wiggle room left to be had.

“Have you had enough, bitch, or do you want to taste the Princess’s pussy?”

The crumpled up prisoner struggled to look up at the Mistress but eventually told her she wanted a taste. “Thank you, Mistress.

Amy was behind the bar getting another bottle of water for Sweetness but had heard what was going to happen next. She was definitely on board with the plan.

Sweetness was gulping down the water as Amy held the bottle to the helpless woman’s lips when the Mistress returned with a strap-on harness attached to her pelvis. The diva’s eyes became saucers upon sight of the huge dildo.

“Time to get your asshole stretched out, bitch,” Shareese said and knelt down behind the diva.

Amy got on her butt and skooched her pussy towards the bound woman and pulled her robe open. Then she grabbed the leash and pulled up on it slightly.

Shareese had removed her gloves and was now lubing up the diva’s tight asshole with KY jelly. Sweetness had gasped upon first entry, but quickly relaxed as the Mistress’s long fingers started to massage her anus.

When the thick dildo entered the diva’s asshole, it was a painful shock. She tensed up against her ropes and let out a cry.

“Take it like the whore you are, Sweetness,” the Mistress said.

After a few long strokes, the pain subsided and was replaced with extreme pleasure.

Princess Amy allowed the woman some time to settle into her ass fucking and kept minimal pressure on her neck with the leash. She took particular interest in the weights attached to her tits that tugged at her nipples with each thrust. It looked painfully delicious and she wanted to try it herself.

About a minute into the thrashing, Amy pushed Sweetness’s head into her crotch and the diva immediately got to work. Her magical pierced tongue danced in and out, up and down and round and round. The metal stud greatly intensified things and Amy closed her eyes, tilted her head back and began to moan softly while trying to lightly choke the prisoner.

Sweetness had been cumming since the ass fucking had started and the orgasm continued. Amy joined her when the tip of the diva’s tongue found her clit and violated it with aggressive licks.

When all three of the women were thoroughly exhausted, Shareese pulled out and Sweetness fell onto her side. At this point, Shareese declared that the prisoner had served her sentence. “You may untie her,” she told Amy and went into the Master bedroom.

The Princess rolled the diva onto her back putting her in the position of a stuffed holiday turkey. “Did you enjoy yourself?” She asked while she tugged at the tight knots.

“Very much,” she answered. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.

“It looked like it.”

“How about you?”

“You have a magical tongue, Sweetness,” Amy said and then got up to get the scissors.

The Princess carefully cut the ropes away from the diva’s wrists and ankles and then removed her collar.

“Thank you, Princess. I wanna keep these,” she said, and lightly jingled the weights on her nipples.

“Consider them a parting gift.”

“More like an -until we meet again- souvenir.”

Amy perused her lips and nodded. “That will work, too.”

Shareese returned to the room donning one of the hotel’s lush robes and nothing else, and saw Amy lightly stroking the pop star’s hair. She asked her if she was satisfied with the evening’s events. “You are one tough cookie,” she noted.

The diva told her that she had a great time and that she was looking forward to another session. She went on to say that her current schedule was pretty hectic, and it might be a while. “Hopefully sooner rather than later,” she added, shaking her head.

“We will definitely keep in touch.”

“Oh,” Sweetness said and stood up. “I’ll go get your money.”

Amy and Shareese watched the naked woman sashay next door and she returned with an envelope of cash that she handed to the Mistress. “There is a little more in there for the effort,” she said and winked.

“Thank you very much,” Shareese said and shoved it into her robe’s front pocket.

“You are welcome to stay the night in this suite,” the diva offered. “Order anything you want from room service.”

The two women thanked her, and then Amy stood up.

“And this may be out of line, but I would love to have the Princess join me in my suite tonight,” Sweetness said.

Amy looked at Shareese as if she needed approval and the Mistress shrugged her shoulders. “Looks like I got the room to myself.”

“I just want to cuddle with this adorable little one,” Sweetness said and put her arm around the Asian’s shoulder.

“Sounds fun,” Amy said and they waved goodbye to the Dom.

Jealousy was not quite the correct term for what Shareese was feeling when she watched her Princess walk out. She pondered some more while laying flat on the couch and decided that sadness was what she was feeling. She had gotten rather attached to Amy the past month and she hoped that is was lust rather than love that she felt.

She tried to remind herself that what they were doing was all about business, and not to let her feelings get in the way of that: it was what she had preached to Amy from day one.

It was going to be a long, lonely night for Mistress Shareese and she was disgusted with herself: for the first time in her life, she was feeling like a love sick puppy.

To Be Continued…