Asian Amy Pt. 09

Literotic asexstories – Asian Amy Pt. 09 by VFast,VFast
Life of the Party

Thomas slid his dick into Amy Nakayama who was on her hands and knees on the large bed in the bondage bungalow. The penetration was easy as her cunt was a slip and slide.

The slave’s perfect dick felt amazing and when his strong hands grabbed the petite Asian by her waist and started pounding her, she was mesmerized. She had a firm grip on the leash that was attached to a collar around Thomas’s neck and she made sure to keep enough tension on it to let the man know that he was still a slave.

But who was really in charge at this point? It certainly was not the woman who now had her face buried in the mattress as she was being manhandled while having her pussy pounded by a powerful man.

Amy was cumming in no time at all, and Thomas’s second wad in the last twenty minutes was deposited on the Asian’s bare back.

Amy collapsed on the bed and tried to recover from what felt like nothing less than a raping by the sexy slave. “Holy shit,” she said.

“Good stuff?” Thomas asked.

“Oh, yeah. You did well, slave.”

“I must say, you are one of the best Mistresses that I have ever had the pleasure of being dominated by,” he said and plopped down next to her, “and there have been more than a few.”

“Aww,” Amy said and unbuckled his collar. “So sweet,” she added and kissed him on his forehead.

“Looks like I am a free man.”

“That you are. How does it feel?”

“To be honest, I am a little worn out,” he admitted. “It’s been a long twenty-six hours.”

“I believe you,” Amy said and rolled onto her back.

“Not to say that I won’t be ready for more tonight,” Thomas said.

Amy switched gears and asked him if he had gone onto the slave ship naked. “Do you just walk around in the buff your entire stay here?”

Thomas laughed. “No, they came to my room and arrested me yesterday around noon. I was cuffed and shackled and ridden down to the bay on a flatbed. All of us prisoners were hitched up in chains to a bar above our heads and driven to the prison ship.”

Amy nodded, amused by the thought of it. “Then what?”

“The boat was waiting for us and we rowed to the prison,” Thomas explained and then he joined Amy so that they were both laying down, looking at the wooden slats of the bungalow ceiling. “Our clothes were taken and we were strip searched.”

“That happened to me once, but for real,” Amy interjected.

“Really?

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“How was that?”

“It was a horribly uncomfortable sixteen hours. I don’t recommend it,” Amy said, shaking her head. “So where are your clothes now?”

“They are probably waiting for me in my room. All laundered and folded,” he told her.

“Nice service they have here.”

“It ain’t cheap, but this place is excellent.”

They decided it was about time to vacate the bungalow and Amy watched Thomas go over to the closet and select a polo shirt and a pair of shorts that fit him. He told her that all of the Bungalow’s offered clothes for those who might have lost their’s along the way. “And they have the resort logo on them,” he said, pointing to a small, embroidered emblem on the pocket of the shirt. Amy squinted so that she could make out an island with a palm tree in the middle of it.

“Classy,” she said, nodding.

Amy put on her bra and panties and slipped her sundress on. Then the two of them headed to the lobby to return the key. Thomas took a few minutes to fill out the paperwork that would credit Amy with a successful Domme session. When he was done, he handed the top white copy to the lady at the front desk, he kept the yellow one, and handed the last, pink copy to Amy.

She carefully folded it and then placed it into the pocket of her sundress and then they walked out of the lobby.

The sun was about a half an hour away from disappearing below the horizon, and the bay was basking in a beautiful glow. The five punishment crosses that graced the entrance were all occupied by naughty guests. The cross on the far right had Shareese strapped to it and they headed there to see how she was holding up.

“Got into some trouble, did ya?” Amy asked.

“Fuuuuuck,” Shareese said. Her white painted toes were curled around the harsh peg that supported the majority of her body weight. “This is brutal,” she added.

She had a sign hung above her head that said: PUBLIC SODOMY. The guardians had attached nipple clamps to her tits and another sign hung from the chain between them that urged passersby to give it a tug.

Amy did as the sign said and gave the wooden sign two slight tugs. “Bad girl,” she said.

Shareese grimaced and then laughed and called her friend a bitch. “Can’t you see that I am already suffering?”

“I couldn’t resist,” Amy said. “How much longer you got?”

“About ten minutes, I think.” There was a huge clock affixed to the face of bondage lodge that Shareese had looked up at.

“What hurts most?”

“Feet and nipples,” she answered. “My arms don’t feel all that great, either.”

“Hang in there, sweetie,” Amy said.

“Very funny,” the gorgeous black woman said and then shifted her feet to find a new place for the pegs to dig in.

“Oh, how rude of me,” Amy said. “This is Thomas. Thomas, this is my naughty friend Shareese.”

“Nice to meet you, Thomas,” the hanging woman said. “I would shake your hand but…” she nodded her head at both of her bound wrists.

“Another time,” Thomas said with a smile.

Amy stepped toward her friend and kissed her stomach. “If you only have ten minutes left, we can wait for you.”

“Sounds good.”

Amy and Thomas grabbed a seat on a nearby bench and Amy got a certain amount of joy watching Shareese struggle on the cross.

After ten minutes, the guardians showed up at the crosses and one of them removed Shareese’s nipple clamps which caused her to scream out in pain. Then they released her from her bonds, as well as the guy who was hanging next to her and returned their clothing. Shareese slid her dress on and then walked gingerly towards her friend on the bench.

“These dogs are a barkin’ ” she proclaimed and took a seat next to Amy. “That was real,” she added and began to rub the sole of her left foot.

“Did you learn your lesson?”

“I sure as fuck did,” Shareese answered and continued to massage her sore tootsies.

“Must not have been all bad,” Amy said.

“How so?”

“Your pussy looked pretty moist when you were on the cross.”

“Fuck you,” Shareese said and laughed.

Thomas was intrigued with the banter and candor that was being exchanged between the two hot women. He had never experienced a duo quite like this and he was utterly mesmerized when his friends strolled up.

“You finally got released?” The short, muscular guy asked.

“I sure did. Too bad, huh?” Thomas said.

“You dirty dog,” the guy said, reaching his hand out for a slap.

“So when is it our turn?” The taller Latino fellow asked, directing his question at Amy.

“What? All four of you?” Amy asked.

Shareese remained silent, but was utterly engaged in the conversation.

“Not sure about the ladies, but me and Vinny are up for it,” the taller one said.

Amy looked at the two Latina women with the fake boobs and asked them if they had ever been dominated. “You might like it.”

The girls looked at each other and smiled. The curvy one of the two finally spoke: “I’ve always kinda wondered what it would be like to get tied up.”

“I suppose,” the thinner of the Latinas said.

“Then it’s settled,” Amy said. “Shareese,” she opened a palm in the Ebony’s direction, “and I will gladly put you all through the paces.”

“You are a Domme?” The shorter muscular guy asked. “I had you pegged as a sub, seeing you on the cross and all…”

Shareese took umbrage to the little man’s comment. “Oh, short stuff, you are fina find out that I am a Domme.”

The two women and the taller guy laughed while short stuff folded his arms in disgust.

“What about me?” Thomas interjected. “Can I watch?”

Amy looked and him and said that that would be fine. “You can help us too, if you want.”

“I’m down,” he said. “I can go into the lodge and see when the Master Suite is available, if you want.”

“Please do,” Amy said and he scooted back towards the Bondage Bay lodge.

“Ground rules,” Shareese spoke up again. “We are gonna need to know what each of your hard limits are and what your fantasies and wants are. We are going to need those in writing before we do anything.”

The four of them all agreed. It was getting real and a nervous silence fell over them. Shareese then went over the process of using “red” as a safe word and “yellow” to tone it down. “We want to make sure y’all feel safe and have a good time,” she told them.

“Sounds perfect,” the taller guy said.

Thomas came jogging back to the group with good news. The Master Suite was available that night at 10:00. “I booked it under your name, Amy, if that is okay.”

“That is fine. Thank you, Thomas.”

“Well,” Shareese stood up, “We will be in touch with you all. Be ready to go at 9:30.”

“So, Thomas, huh?” Shareese said as they walked back towards the main hotel. “How was he?”

“He’s hot and he has a terrific dick that he knows how to use,” Amy said walking along carrying her sandals.

“Interesting…”

“And what the hell did you do to get strung up to the cross?”

Shareese laughed. “I let that guy who was strung up next to me eat me out on the beach.”

“Bad girl,” Amy said and swatted Shareese’s ass.

“I paid the price. My poor feet are still sore,” she said, stopping for a moment to look down with an exaggerated frown on her face.

“If it’s any consolation, I was pretty turned on seeing you bound to that thing.”

“I bet you were, you little slut. Soooo humiliating,” Shareese said and they resumed their walk.

They got back to the main hotel and headed up to their room which was on the seventh floor. Their bags were waiting for them, and a manilla envelope had been slid under the door. Amy picked it up and opened it, to find some very official paperwork that essentially said that the two of them were ordained Mistresses.

“Would you look at this, Amy said, handing the top sheet to Shareese.

Shareese carefully perused it and then told Amy that it looked like they were all but full-fledged employees of Taboo Island. “That was quick.”

“Our stay looks like it will be free,” Amy continued to read. “And we are also eligible for payment or voluntary compensation, whatever that means. I guess Mistress Shareese’s reputation preceded her.”

Shareese set the papers down on a small table by the entrance, “I guess so,” she said, not surprised at all.

Amy was impressed with the suite. It had two bedrooms -each with its own bathroom-, a living room with a wet bar and a nice lanai that overlooked the resort. She slid open the screen door and stepped outside to take in the view. She was able to see the prison ship out in Bondage Bay and the penal rowboat had a fresh batch of prisoners who were toiling away, rowing the boat back and forth across the bay.

About an hour had passed when they heard three quick knocks, then another envelope was scooted under the door. Shareese fetched it and slid out four pieces of paper that had the names of the four twenty-somethings who were on tap for an evening of BDSM.

“Angelica Perez, Erica Salvador,” she announced, reading the papers one by one. “Jorge Chaves and Vinny Valdez,” she continued.

Amy had come back inside and confirmed that those were the four who were in for a session that night. “This place is really organized.” She said and plopped down on the couch.

Shareese agreed, and took a seat next to her. “It has all of their wants and hard limits listed,” she said and began to more closely peruse each profile; each one had a photocopied picture of the person at the top. “Erica Salvador wants to experience some anal, ha!” she said and handed the profile to Amy.

“No rough stuff with her tits, though,” Amy observed.

“Pfft. I’ll find a way to make her miserable.

“I don’t doubt it.”

“Both of the men have no hard limits and want to be spanked,” the Ebony mistress said. “I can’t wait to fuck up that short one.”

Amy was actually a little afraid for Vinny, knowing that he had offended her friend earlier. “What does Jorge want?”

“He wants you, apparently,” she said, smiling and handing his profile to Princess Amy.

Amy read it and sure enough he had put a note at the bottom that said he wanted to be dealt with by Princess Amy. “He’s kinda cute,” she said. “I’ll give him what he wants.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Shareese said, giving her the side-eye.

Amy gathered up the papers that arrived in the first envelope and took them out onto the lanai. She sat down in a comfy wicker chair and began to go over them. Most of it was boiler plate stuff, but there was a section that caught her attention. According to the official papers, Amy and Shareese were one step below “Guardian” level and because of their standing, they could have potential clients at the resort-arrested at any time.

Shareese was still inside unpacking her suitcase when she was summoned outside. “What is it?”

“Says here that we can have those fools arrested and brought to Bondage Bay,” she told her friend and handed her the paper.

Shareese corroborated her findings and said that that is exactly what they would do. “Sneak attack!”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

A super-smile consumed the Domme’s face. “We will tell them to meet us at the Bondage Bay entrance at nine-thirty, but have them picked up in their rooms an hour before that.”

“Perfect,” Amy said. “You want me to set it up?”

“If you would, dear.”

Amy got to work and first phoned the suite that housed all four of the clients. She told them to be at the Bondage Bay entrance at nine-thirty sharp: No earlier, no later.

Next, she called the Bondage Bay Guardian Station and gave them the specifics of the four arrests that she wanted to have happen at exactly eight-thirty. She actually used military time with the man who answered the phone and she could tell that he respected her for it.

“Done and Done,” Amy announced.

“Nice,” Shareese said. “We have a couple of hours to get ready and game plan.”

And that is exactly what they did.

Arrested and Punished

The large guardian sergeant banged on the door of suite five-thirteen and announced himself. The echo reverberated down the entire hall. He had three foot soldiers with him who were also well built.

Wearing only boxer shorts, Jorge opened the door and the four black men barged in.

“We have warrants for the four of you,” he said in a Bahamian accent. “Are all of you in here?”

Jorge was still rattled from the invasion and nodded.

“Get on your knees,” the Sargent demanded.

Jorge obliged and one of the soldiers quickly handcuffed his hands behind his back. Then they made him walk on his knees to the wall that separated one of the bedrooms with the living area.

Angelica emerged from the bedroom on the right to see about the commotion and looked down at her handcuffed boyfriend. “What is going on?” she asked.

“Join your boyfriend,” the Sargent told her. “On your knees.”

Scared out of her wits, the tall and lean woman fixed her sundress before dropping to her knees and getting handcuffed as well.

“And cross your ankles, both of you,” the Sargent barked.

He then stepped to the door of the bedroom to the left and gave it three sharp wraps and announced himself: “Sargent Williamson, Taboo Guardians. Come out immediately.”

A few seconds passed and then Vinny cracked the door a few inches to see what was going on. Williamson then forced his way in and two of the soldiers followed him.

“We have warrants for you,” he explained in his thick Bahamian accent.

Vinny was naked and so was Erica. The two were not afforded the luxury of clothes and were unceremoniously handcuffed and marched into the living room.

Once the two prisoners were also on their knees and facing the wall, Jorge couldn’t help but point out Vinny’s boner. “Were you in the middle of something?”

“Fuck you,” he said. “What the fuck is going on?” He asked, moving his shoulders around to try to get comfortable.

Erica’s beautiful tits were definitely the jewel of the four prisoners and all six men in the room were having trouble concentrating on much of anything else.

After telling Erica and Vinny to cross their ankles, the Sargent explained to them that they had been arrested at the request of Mistress Shareese and Princess Amy. “We will be taking you down to the cells at Bondage Bay to be held until they arrive to collect you.”

“Do we get clothes,” Vinny asked in a disgruntled tone.

“We will supply you with coverage for your private parts, only,” he answered.

“That’s fantastic,” Vinny snapped and then Erica leaned into him sharply with her shoulder.

“Calm down,” she whispered.

As promised, the prisoners received the bare minimum regarding clothing. Jorge and Angelica were made to strip and then they all got their prison togs: the women were outfitted in string bikinis and the men in tiny Speedos; both styles featured horizontal black and white prison stripes. Then they were handcuffed again and shackles were applied to their ankles.

“That looks good on you,” Jorge said to Vinny. He was rather enjoying the experience.

“You should talk,” he replied, glancing down at his friend’s crotch.

The four prisoners were marched out of the room and into the hallway at a slow pace due to the incredibly short chains of their shackles. The commotion had roused several of the guests on the fifth floor and a gauntlet of gawkers flanked the hallway as they shuffled along.

“This is so humiliating,” Erica said to Angelica as their tiny steps propelled them towards the elevator.

“Yes it is,” she replied, cringing as the shackles pinched her ankles. The two women’s fake boobs were all but completely out, due to their ill-fitting and minuscule bikini tops.

They rode the large elevator down to the bustling lobby where they were led out to a tram that awaited them. There were plenty of gawkers who pointed and laughed at them as they shuffled along.

The prisoners were helped onto the hard plastic seats of the open air vehicle and then driven down the path towards Bondage Bay.

The paved road was dark, save the tiki torches that burned brightly and outlined the route. A cool and fragrant breeze brushed by their faces as they eased along.

“Last time I was on one of these things was in the parking lot at Disneyland,” Erica said to Angelica, who was seated next to her. “This is kind of exciting,” she added.

Angelica was not nearly as amused with the situation as her friend was, but she admitted that her curiosity had been piqued. “This is the first time that I have ever even been in handcuffs!”

“I’ve been cuffed before, for fun, but never in REAL handcuffs,” Erica said. “First time in shackles. Kinda cool,” she added and wiggled her French-tipped toes.

Angelica, having gone with Erica earlier in the day to have their toes done, also had French-tipped toes but her’s remained motionless on the hard plastic floor: she did not find it cool at all.

The men were in the bench seat in front of the women and Vinny was not amused with his restraints either, and let everyone within earshot hear about it. “This is fucked up!” He hollered while squirming around.

“Relax,” Jorge implored. “Just enjoy the ride.”

“No, fuck this. I signed up to be dominated by a hot babe, not to be treated like a dangerous criminal.”

The driver of the tram could not help but hear Vinny’s whining and in a Bahamian accent he politely asked if he needed to stop the tram and deal with him. “We have ways to keep your big mouth shut,” he turned around and said.

“Fuck off,” Vinny said.

As warned, the tram came to a halt and the driver calmly grabbed a ball gag from a compartment next to him and walked back to the prisoner’s car. When Vinny saw the device, his eyes tripled in size and he began to emphatically apologize to the driver. “I’m sorry, man, I will shut up.”