Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 22:45:38 -0500
From: Katie Ames
Subject: Seducing Amy - 1

Seducing Amy (F/F, D/s, BD, Spanking, Humiliation,  Consensual)
by Katie Ames 2013
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Seducing Amy Chapter 1
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Ok, so it has taken me hours to write all this down! I'm  still in a state
of euphoria because...
I did it! I actually did it! I took charge of the  situation like a goddam
boss and I properly dominated a cute friend of mine last  night! I teased
her poor little body, spanked her, made her beg... and ended up  having her
creaming all over my bed like a wanton little slut! Hahaha, oh the  delicious
wickedness of it all! It was so good!
This all happened within the last 24 hours or so, and  it's so fresh that I
can still see, feel and hear everything! I can still feel  the tingles of
her soft little lips straining desperately up towards me. I can  still see
with picture perfect clarity her naked body struggling against the  restraints
on my bed. And I can still hear her tortured little squeals as I  kissed
along her bikini line. I've been writing this non-stop after she left as  I
need to get it down before the memory fades.
Jesus, I'm still so hot I can barely think about anything  else.
Ok, so where to begin?
Well I guess you'll probably want to know a bit about me.  Hmm, let me see
what I can say without saying anything too identifiable. You can  know me as
Katie, I live in England and I'm currently studying at university.  I'm
not going to be any more specific.
I'm not a super model, but I do consider myself to be  quite cute. I get
enough attention from guys, which I take as a good sign. One  of my male
friends recently described me as `cheeky looking, but in a nice way'  and
someone else recently said I've always got an expression on my face that  suggests
I've been up to some mischief! I usually haven't been... except in my
head!
I'm quite short, around 5'3" (not exact). I go to the gym  quite regularly
and try to keep myself pretty slim and toned. My breasts aren't  huge
unfortunately, but they are quite perky and I like them despite their size.  I
think my legs are my best feature and when I dress up sexily, they are the
part of my body that I like to show off the most: either completely bare or
with  patterned tights (is that `pantyhose' in American speak?). I prefer
little  dresses and skirts rather than outfits that show off my cleavage, and
dressing  that way does seem to get me noticed and makes me feel very  sexy.
I've experimented with a few hair colors, so let's say,  for the purpose
of the story, that it's red. Maybe it always has been, or maybe  I dyed it
red once a couple of years ago; you'll just have to guess. And my skin  is
quite pale, at least at the moment. This is England and apart from the last
week or so, we've had a cold year!
Now in this little story, I'm going to come across as  something of a
Domme. That's not really how I class myself. The majority of my  fantasies are
submissive. I've also been the sub in a sub/Dom relationship with  a guy
before, and the memories of him reducing me to a helpless begging wreck  still
turn me on so much that it's difficult to breathe. However, that said, I
definitely have a dominant streak of my own. It's often that I see a cute boy,
or a hot girl and picture them tied up, struggling and sniveling beneath me.
 I've done little bits here and there, but it's not a side of my sexuality
that  I've explored nearly enough... well, perhaps not until  now.
So let's get down to what  happened...
Yesterday, I was in the common room in my halls of  residence. It's on the
bottom floor of our block and we hang out there quite a  lot. There's not a
whole lot there except for some sofas, beanbags and a TV.  Sometimes it's
full of people, like when a big game is on, but other times it's  pretty
quiet.
So I was in there with a group of friends, including the  star of today's
show, Amy!
Ok, so Amy isn't actually her real name but I've got to  choose something
to protect the innocent! I should probably tell you a bit about  her too.
Well to start with, she's a friend of mine. She was someone I instantly
warmed to the second I met her. Generally, she's shy and quiet, but once you
open her up, she definitely has a sense of fun, and has the most wonderful,
heart-warming smile. Fortunately, being the happy little soul that she is, she
 shows it off quite a lot... and I never tire of making little jokes to
induce it  on an even more frequent basis. I'll tell you more about her and her
loveliness  in a second.
So a whole group of us had been watching a TV show  together, but when the
show finished, everyone left, apart from me and Amy.  Neither of us had any
lectures or classes for the rest of the day. We were both  on the same sofa.
She was sitting normally, and I was lying back against one of  the sides,
with my legs draped over her lap.
Now I've always thought Amy was very cute. I'm mainly  into guys but I
definitely have a bi side and Amy is one of those girls who  really does it for
me. She's a tiny bit shorter than me, with long, thick  natural blonde hair
with a bit of volume to it. And she's got a really nice  body. She doesn't
go to the gym like I do, but, to my annoyance, she just seems  naturally in
shape. Her waist is pretty small, about the same size as mine, but  she has
the most generous and exquisite breasts. They are quite large, but it's
the shape that gets me the most: even through her clothes you can just tell
how  high, firm and youthful they are. If you get the chance to see her in a
tight  sweater (and yep she was wearing one yesterday!) or even better, a low
cut top  (which is unfortunately rare), she really is a sight to  behold.
Her skin is pale, but almost flawless, which I really  like. She just has
the slightest hint of freckles around her nose. She was also  wearing real
tight jeans which clung to her thighs and the delicious, firm  little hump of
her ass. If your tastes are anything like mine, she has the kind  of body
that you just want to grab and stroke and  squeeze.
I was wearing something which was deliberately more  Domme-looking than
usual, albeit only very, very subtly. I was wearing a figure  hugging black and
white dress that went half way down my thighs, then a pair of  cute leather
boots. I guess you could call them `fuck-me' boots, but they gave  the
outfit an edge of strictness. I think boots always  do.
I'd chosen to dress like that for two reasons, firstly,  it was the first
hot day of the year in England! Yay! The sky was so blue. It  was warm and
sunny and lovely and delicious! I've been dying to put something  cute on for
months and months now! The second reason is that I knew I'd be  seeing Amy
and after we'd had a little flirting session last weekend I thought  there
was a chance that I could get her on her knees!  Haha!
The flirting last weekend had happened pretty much by  accident. Again, it
was just the two of us. We were sitting next to each other  in the
canteen... away from other people and prying ears. We'd finished our food  and were
gradually sipping down the last of our water. I got out my notepad and  began
writing out a list of books I needed from the library. Here's the
approximate conversation, to my memory:
She leaned over to me, and I felt her head press onto my  shoulder.
Impishly she commented, "Katie, I've seen gorillas with better  handwriting than
you."
"Whatever," I replied, "you better keep your mouth shut,  or I'm getting
my handcuffs out."
"Oooo kinky! I like it!" she exclaimed, raising her head  to look at me,
with a big grin on her face.
I locked eyes with her and said, "Look Amy, do you really  want me to go 50
Shades of Grey on your ass?"
She laughed and said that it was a fun read, or something  to that effect.
After she spoke, she gave a little laugh, but I detected the  tiniest hint
of nervousness in her voice.
"Have you ever done any bondage?" I asked.
"No," she shook her head. Then added, "but... I guess  it's pretty hot..."
 as she said it, her words had got progressively quieter,  until the word `
hot' came out as just a faint whisper and a look a mild terror  flicked over
her face. She turned away, partly obscuring her face with her hair,  and
stared down at her almost-empty glass of water.
I felt a little glow of pride that she'd confided that  little secret. I don
't think she'd have said it to many people. My inkling is  that she let it
slip out because, despite her obvious shyness, she knows that  I'm liberal
minded when it comes to sex. It's not like I sleep with lots of  people, but
I am quite vociferous when it comes to defending people for  expressing
their sexuality. She'd witnessed one of my rants before!
As she rotated her glass in her fingers, I leaned in and  whispered into
her ear, "I think you'd look hot in a spreader  bar."
She choked slightly. Gave a little laugh. Then her face  rapidly flushed
pink.
Eventually, she peeked at me out of the corner of my eye  with a little
embarrassed smile on her face.
"Katie...!" she whispered in  exclamation.
I bit my lip, winked at her, "Ha, I've got to get to the  library."
I rose to my feet, then bent down to her ear and  whispered, "see ya later,
slave girl."
I saw her knuckles go white as she gripped her glass  hard, but I didn't
stay for any further reaction.
I strode out of the canteen without looking round. I  delighted in the
thought of her sitting there, red faced and squirming. My pussy  began to dampen
and I grinned, mentally congratulating myself on my  flirting.
That night I went to bed, slipped my hand between my legs  and masturbated
thinking about having her tied down at my mercy. Teasing her  body. Making
her squeal. Making her beg. Mmmm! It felt so much better than  ordinary
fantasies because it suddenly felt like this one was actually in reach.  There
was a real possibility that I could turn this into something. Obviously
nothing was guaranteed... but if I could just tempt her in the right  way...
Anyway, that's just background. Back to the common room  yesterday...
So I was still lying draped across her. I wanted to bring  up the subject
of domination again and see how she'd react. I racked my mind for  a while
before thinking of a way to slip it into the conversation at least
semi-naturally. Again here's what was said, at least as closely as I can  actually
remember it. I think there was more to it than this, but  whatever...
"So have you finished your essay yet?" I said, absolutely  knowing that
she hadn't. I'd overheard her earlier that day saying that she was
struggling to even start it.
"Ah no," she said, "it  sucks!"
"Bad girl," I grinned, then poked her thigh gently with  one of my heels,
making her body jump, "you need to be  punished."
She sighed and looked like she was trying to hold back a  smile. "Katie...
you keep making these remarks!"
"Because I know you love  it!"
"Whatever," she laughed.
I laughed too. Then put on a slightly sterner  face.
"So would it actually turn you on to get tied  up?"
"Katie!" She exclaimed. Then went pink, turning to face  the TV.
"It's ok, you know I'm pretty open minded about this  stuff, you can tell
me if you want."
She started breathing deeply, keeping her eyes fixed on  the TV, but
clearly not watching it.
"Ok... maybe... yeah... it does," she said. I could see  her fingers start
to grip the edge of the sofa tightly, "don't say anything to  our friends
though. Please."
"I won't tell them," I said, "but", I grinned, "I know  what you mean,
it is pretty hot."
She seemed to sigh a little sigh of relief, her fingers  un-clenching
slightly.
"Have you ever done it?" she  asked.
"Yeah," I smiled, "a little bit of bondage is  awesome."
She seemed even more relieved. So I decided to probe a  little further.
"So what else are you into? Spanking? Blindfolds?" I  said.
Suddenly her fingers gripped the sofa even tighter than  they had before.
She breathed heavily and her cheeks went very pink. I almost  thought she was
going to run away and hide under a  rock.
I tried to reassure her further, "It's ok, I'm not going  to judge. There'
s loads of weird stuff that I'm  into."
She paused for a while then said, "What the hell... ok...  if we're going
to go there... umm... yeah, spanking... blindfolds... being  dominated. I don
't know. You know, that kind of  stuff."
I grinned at her widely, enjoying watching her squirm,  but also trying to
mask any of my own insecurity. Then I bit the  bullet.
"You know..." I said, "I could do that for  you."
Time stopped. We just looked at each other for what  seemed like forever.
Her mouth opened slightly.
"What?" she spluttered.
"I could tie you up," I said calmly, but with a hint of  seductiveness in
my voice, "just gently, we could, you know,  experiment."
I think her face was about to set on fire at this  point.
"What? Katie... I don't know. Maybe. I don't know... Are  you actually
serious?"
I nodded.
I wasn't sure if she was going to cry, she looked like  she was cracking up
a bit
"What would we do?" she  said.
"Well... hmmm.... if you wanted, you could come over to  my room later, I'
ve got a few soft restraints that I can put on my bed. And I  can give you a
little tease. Just to see if you like  it."
She seemed to think for a very long time. Her mouth  opened a few times,
but she seemed to stop herself before the words came out.  Eventually she
managed something.
Almost choking on her words, she said something that  approximated to "ok"
.
"You don't say, `ok', you say `yes mistress'" I grinned  at her. She
looked away coughed, then giggled. Then she turned back to me and  bit her lip.
I could almost feel the radiation coming off her face." Yes  mistress,"
she whispered.
"How about you come over at 8?" I  said.
"O..." she stopped, then corrected herself, "yes  mistress!"
"Cool, let's just do this as an experiment," I repeated,  "nothing
serious."
She smiled, "Ok... I'm sorry... I'm excited... you're not  joking are
you? Please tell me you're not joking?"
"I'm not joking. Now come here," I said, swinging my legs  off her lap and
patting the piece of sofa next to  me.
She paused for a second, then scooched over, wiping the  hair from her
face. I could feel her body trembling through the cushions. I  looked over my
shoulder to check if the coast was clear. Then I turned to face  her and
slowly leaned in to kiss her. She leaned in and our mouths touched
excruciatingly gently. You know, so gently that you can feel little tingles and  fizzles
all over the surface of your lips. She gasped. Then we shared one of the
softest, most tender, most delicious kisses of my life. She kept pushing in a
bit more forcefully, but I kept pulling back, trying to tease her and make
her  want it more. It seemed to work.
I made sure I ended it first, and when I did, she leaned  in to the vacuum
between us.
"Later," I said.
She looked at me like a deer in headlights, "Um... ok...  yes Mistress,"
she said back.
I got up and left, wondering how wet her knickers were  getting in her
jeans. I really, really, really hoped that she was going to show  that evening.
It was going to be awkward as hell if she didn't! I didn't get a  whole lot
of studying done that afternoon. I was too excited. Eventually, I had  a
shower and whilst I was in it, I kept thinking about Amy being there with me,
and pushing her up her against the shower wall and kissing her. Then I got
out  and got dressed. I actually considered getting back into what I was
wearing  earlier, but I wanted to feel fresh. I kept the boots, but put on some
sexy  underwear and a short black skirt. I tried a few different tops
before settling  on a figure hugging red fitted shirt. I looked like a little
female devil and  thought it looked perfect. I don't want to look too strict, I
wanted to look  like a minx who is going to tease you to death!
Then I got a text from Amy, "Hey, are you still ok for  tonight? :)"
"Yep, definitely! I'm looking forward it to it!" I  replied. I didn't
want to put any doubt in her mind that I intended to play with  her that
evening.
"Yes me too :) But I'm scared. What if we don't like it,  will it be weird?
" she texted back.
I knew I had to say something good here. I really didn't  want to fuck this
up. I chose my words very carefully. "I know we'll enjoy it.  But I'll go
easy. And I'll make sure you're safe. And whatever happens, I  absolutely
promise you that I'll still be your friend in the  morning"
She simply texted back ":) Thank you!! Oh Katie! I've  never done anything
like this before! I'm going crazy over  here!"
"You'll be going crazy over here when I get my hands on  you ;) Now put on
something sexy and be here on the  dot!"
"Yes mistress!!! :)"
I tidied my room and dusted off my box of tricks under my  bed. I've
acquired a few little bits of equipment over the past year, some of it  from
sneaky visits to sex shops, some from the Dom guy I used to see. Nothing  major,
but enough to have some fun with! I've got some soft leather handcuffs. A
couple of blindfolds, some Velcro restraints which you can tie to the bed
frame  and use to spread-eagle someone. And an extendible spreader bar.
I couldn't wait to use some of it on  Amy.
Then I sat at my computer and did a bit of internet  browsing until she
arrived.
Just before eight, I heard a knock at my  door...
I waited for a few seconds to make her suffer. Then I put  on my best Domme
face and strode slowly and purposely across the floor, enjoying  the clicks
my heels made on the tiled wood. I wondered if she could hear  them.
As I swung the door open, I saw  her.
I crossed my arms and looked her up and down. She had  this silly grin on
her face, but looked very, very awkward. She was staring  down, unable to
keep my gaze and her cheeks were glowing bright pink all over  again. One of
her feet was tiptoed and her leg swinging from side to side in  nervousness.
I was so glad it was a hot day. She was wearing a  gorgeous tight, pink and
white dress. It hugged her torso, and brought out the  delicious curve of
her waist. It also clung to her tits, making them look huge  and delicious. I
could even see the little upturned nubs of her nipples sticking  out
through the fabric. It was short, but it frilled out over her thighs,  wonderfully
emphasizing her feminine figure. Then beneath I could see delicious
swathes of juicy bare thigh and leg.
I remember she'd worn that dress out one night last year  and I'd told her
she looked hot in it.
"Is this ok?" She said, kind of meekly, whilst smoothing  down the fabric,
"I didn't know what to wear."
Internally, I grinned the biggest grin. The thought that  she'd dressed up
for me; and that she'd remembered that I'd liked that  particular dress;
and that she was desperately seeking my approval... it all  made me feel very
in control.
I nodded and answered, "You look very  hot."
Her head remained slightly bowed, but her eyes flashed up  at me, and she
smiled at my approval.
"You look hot too..." she said, "you always look hot...  Mistress!"
Her eyes sparkled when she said the word and she bit her  lip.
"Come in, naughty," I said. We both giggled. She stepped  inside, then I
closed the door behind her.
"Take your shoes off," I said.
She took them off like a good little girl, and put them  in the corner.
This made the small height difference between us a bit larger and  emphasized
my dominance.
I didn't want to waste time on small talk. I needed to  stay in the zone. I
took her hand and led her over to the bed. We both knelt  down on the
covers. I ran my fingernails lightly down her bare arms and she  shivered in
delight. Then I took my hand, gently cupped her face and kissed her.  I placed
my free hand on her bare thigh where her dress had ridden up and my  palm
absorbed the soft, smooth feel of her skin. God, she felt heavenly. Arousal
and excitement flooded through me, and my knickers started to saturate. My
lips  tingled like mad and I could hear cute little murmurs emerge from her
mouth.  Every time I pulled back slightly she just whispered the word,  "
Mistress..."
I guessed that she must have been thinking about  submitting for a long
time. Months maybe, since reading that book? Years? Her  whole life? Now it
just seemed like it was all just bubbling up out of her and  she didn't have a
whole lot of control over it. At least that was my guess. I  swear I could
even smell the faintest hint of wet, horny pussy... although maybe  that was
just what my nose wanted to smell.
I grabbed the back of her hair into a bunch and firmly  yanked it backwards
exposing her neck. She gasped. I took my free hand and  slipped off one of
the shoulders of her dress exposing a swathe of her smooth,  vulnerable
flesh. I love, love, love girls' shoulders and  neck.
I moved down and gently nibbled on her shoulder. She  squeaked. Then kissed
it. Then nibbled a bit closer and kissed again. She  squeaked louder. I
guess she knew I was heading towards her neck. She started  writhing, almost
flailing, mouthing the words, "Oh God, oh God, oh God!"  following by
uncontrolled squealing. Her feet kicked against the bed in a  frenzy.
"Stay still... slut!" I said. But she couldn't. Every  kiss and nibble
closer to her neck seemed to drive her a little bit more  insane.
"Katie, oh God, fuck, KATIE!" she said (or something like  that!) but I
kept on going.
Closer and closer until I hit the sweet spot right where  the shoulder
meets the neck. Her body spasmed as I kissed and licked and  nibbled.
"Fu-ugh-ugh-uck!" she started, before her vocal chords  twisted into
producing a high pitched squeal. I delighted in kissing and teasing  her
vulnerable skin.
Then I grabbed her and forced her down onto the bed so  she was on her
back. She yelped. I grinned at her and I pinned her, at first  with both hands
either side of her head, then I moved her hands together, so I  could pin
both of her wrists with just one of my hands. I knew I was probably  stronger
than her due to all my time in the gym... but I didn't know quite how  much
stronger and I don't weigh a great deal. Maybe she could have pushed me off
if she tried, maybe not, but she wasn't resisting. She was being a good
little  slut for me!
"You look so fucking hot in that dress," I growled,  grinning down at her.
She didn't respond. Her mouth was hanging open and she  was panting
heavily.
I definitely wasn't going to let up yet though I gently  raked my
fingernails down her body, all the way down to her bare thighs, making  her squirm.
Then I started to feel and caress her. I thought it best to be bold.  I
murmured to myself in satisfaction as I felt her waist and her delicious tits,
compressing the firm flesh beneath my palms. Little whimpers of delight
escaped  her lips.
I reached down and kissed her, and we shifted onto our  sides, facing each
other. Our legs entwined. I loved the feeling of smooth skin  against smooth
skin. Then my hands went all over her body and hers did over  mine. I
remember teasing my fingers around the edge of her dress, which seemed  to really
work her up. I raked my fingernails over her bare arms, her bare legs  and
her back, which made her body gyrate. Eventually, I felt her starting grind
her crotch into my leg. Little slut.
I swear I could feel her dampness on my thigh, but at  that point I thought
there was no way she'd actually be soaking through her  knickers and her
dress...
"Not yet" I grinned at her and she flushed red. I'm not  sure she'd even
realised what she'd been doing.
"Take off your dress," I  said.
She complied hastily, but awkwardly, without saying a  word. Her face was
still flushed, but I guess she was getting off on the  dominance too much for
her embarrassment to be a barrier.
She shifted up on the bed and pulled off her dress. It  was one of those
moments when you feel your own eyes bulge. As I said, I'd  always thought she
was cute. But damn fucking God she looked good in her  underwear. Her skin
looked so pale and smooth and perfect. Not an ounce of fake  tan (which I
admit can look hot, but it's only one of many ways to be hot), she  was just
beautiful and natural. She was wearing the cutest white and pink  polka-dot
bra and panties... and I could see a dark little damp patch on the  front.
Hold on... did I say `little' damp patch... actually nope... it was a  large
damp patch. I could even see the wet sheen on the fabric glisten. Filthy.
Little. Slut.
Her tits looked... magnificent. As I'd suspected, they  were jeal
ousy-inducing big and round. I didn't actually peak at her cup size,  but maybe D?
Double D? E? I can't judge. I love my breasts, they're nice and  firm and
perky, but my own bra shopping is limited to slightly lower down the  alphabet!
I was still fully clothed and booted. I wanted to stay  that way for a bit
because I thought it would emphasize her  submission.
"Mmmmmmm," I said, "you are so fucking sexy it's  untrue!"
She gave an embarrassed little smile. I loved how  simultaneously nervous
and excited she was. Then I dragged her down on to the  bed again and stroked
my hands all over the newly exposed skin, absorbing its  delicious
silkiness and warmth. It was driving me a little bit crazy. I started  manhandling
her. Squeezing her arms. Grabbing her ass and thighs... all of which  made
her moan. It was incredible to feel the little jerks and twists of her body
as I roughly compressed her glorious, tight flesh.
As we kissed and touched, I raised my hand up and gave  her an experimental
spank on her panty-covered ass. I struck carefully. Not too  hard that it
would hurt, but hard enough so she knew what I was doing. And I  aimed for
the lower part of one of her cheeks. The part that, when I get hit,  sends a
vibration all the way to my clit. I hit pretty cleanly and she yelped in
surprise. Then she smiled and her eyes sparkled. Then I spanked again, a bit
harder. She yelped again, then smiled. I spanked a few more times.
Alternating  between her cheeks. She bit her lip and her body started to writhe, her
legs  shifting back and forth.
"I want to spank you properly," I  said.
She nodded, "Yes mistress."
"If you actually can't take it any more, say `red', if  you're very close
to your limit say `yellow' ok?"
"Yes mistress."
"The rest of the time you can just moan like a little  bitch," I said
teasingly.
She giggled.
"Ok, get over the side of the bed," I  grinned.
I made her drape herself over the side of the bed. Her  knees on the floor
and her face, tits and arms stretched out over the covers.
I pinged the waistband of her panties.
"Off," I commanded.
She quickly took one hand and pulled them down her thighs  and over her
legs, and threw them over to the corner. I remember thinking to  myself that I'
d definitely activated her slut  module!
"Now spread your legs," I said, gently slapping both  sides of her inner
thighs.
And she opened her legs. Suddenly I could see her pussy.  It was shaved and
smooth. And fucking hell it was wet! She was absolutely  soaked. Her entire
public region was slick with moisture, it had even percolated  down her
inner thighs.
Then I got out my spreader bar and attached a cuff to  each of her ankles,
making sure her legs were kept apart, "Oh God!" she squealed  as I clipped
the cuffs shut. I stood back for a second and admired her. Her hot  little
body stretched out over my bed, and her legs spread revealing her pussy.  Her
skin was pale, but tight and smooth. There was the slightest hint of
redness  on her butt from the little spanks I had already given her. I could see
the  muscles in her thighs and ass clenching and unclenching. She was also
shifting  slightly from side to side. I don't know whether it was the
anticipation of the  spanking, or just because she was trying to get some friction
on her  pussy.
Then I took my hand and placed a solid spank on her left  cheek. Her body
jumped and she took a sharp intake of breath. Then I caressed  her butt,
delighting in the firm, warm flesh.
Then I spanked her right cheek. Then back to the left.  Then right again. I
counted to ten. As I went on she started squealing and  yelping, until it
became one almost continuous tortured moan. Her ass muscles  clenching really
hard now. Her butt was glowing deep  pink.
I admired my handiwork, then reached down and touched the  base of her
inner thigh, where it meets the knee. Then I started drawing my hand  slowly
upwards.
That drove her a little bit  mad.
"Poor little girl in a spreader bar..." I teased, "what  will I do with
you?"
As my hand went higher she started to squeal, "Katie,  Katie, KATIE!"
until I reached all the way up to her soaked snatch. A huge groan  left her
mouth, as I ran my fingers through her drooling pussy lips. The heat  coming off
her was like a furnace. I coated my hand it in, then smeared it down  her
thighs.
"Wet little girl, aren't you?" I  teased.
"I'm sorry," she said, with a very embarrassed tone in  her voice.
I laughed, "Don't be sorry! I love feeling how soaked you  are."
I knelt down behind her, put my face between her legs,  tilted my head up
and drank in her scent. She breathed in loudly. It was heady,  musky and
sweet. It turned me on so much!
Then I licked all the way along her slit taking her  juices on my tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I giggled.
"Fuck!" she squealed.
I pulled back and watched her body squirming. Then I  unleashed another
spank. Her body jolted. Then I rained down a few more,  alternating between her
cheeks.
A noise something like "eeee... eeeeee... eeeeeee...  eeeeeeee...
EEEEEEE... EEEEEEEEEE" left her lips. Getting louder with each  spank.
I counted out another ten until the pink glow of her ass  started to turn
red.
I could see her hands were clenched on the bed sheets,  bunching up the
fabric. Her teeth were biting down onto the sheets too and she  was dribbling
slightly from her mouth.
Then I looked at her pussy and saw something that I've  never seen before,
at least in real life. Her pussy dripped. It actually  DRIPPED! A little
slimy band of moisture dribbled down out of her pussy to the  floor. I can only
imagine how turned on she must have  been.
I unclipped the spreader bar and told her to get up. She  got to her feet
shakily and looked at me open-mouthed. I could see little tears  running down
the sides of her cheeks.
"Did you like that?" I said.
She didn't answer verbally, she just  nodded.
"Now off with this too," I said, snapping her bra gently.  Red faced, she
reached behind her and unclipped her bra. It fell down onto the  floor. Her
breasts were beautiful. Astonishingly beautiful. Totally natural, but  so
round, and so gravity-defying, with circular little upturned nipples.
"Nice," I said. Then bent down and licked one of her  nipples. She gasped.
I straightened myself and grinned at my naked little  prize.
Then I pushed her down onto the bed.
"Get on your back and spread yourself out for  me."
She complied. Then I whipped out the cuffs on each corner  of the bed (I'd
tied them there earlier and hidden the cuffs under my covers)  and
restrained her, spread-eagled on top of the covers. Her thigh muscles  tensed, trying
to close her legs, seemingly testing the restraints, but they  held firm. I
knew they would, I'd tested them earlier. Now I had this cute girl  all
spread out for me, helpless and vulnerable. I had a beautiful view of her
soaked snatch with moisture glistening over her entire pubic area and down her
thighs. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths, her big, delicious tits
went  with them.
I crawled onto the bed on top of her and kissed her. Then  I started
kissing down her body, very slowly and deliberately. This sent her  into a frenzy,
of writhes and moans. When my lips reached her public area, I  shifted down
further and went straight to her knee. Then started kissing up her  inner
thigh. I can barely describe the sounds coming from her lips, but they  were
loud, horny and tortured. When I reached the top. I ran my tongue along the
crevice between her leg and crotch, then all the way along her bikini line.
This  seemed to drive her absolutely fucking nuts.
I did the same thing on her other leg, starting at the  knee and working my
way up. Her hips started thrusting and her whole body  started tensing and
un-tensing.
"Fuuuuuccccck!" she squealed as, once more, my tongue  slid along her
bikini line.
Then I put my face between her legs and ran my tongue up  her slit. Her
mouth let go a mixture of mewling, whimpering, moaning... all  manner of
sounds, which continued as I started to gently suck on her pussy lips.  Her hips
started bucking up towards me with force. I could see she was losing  it. And
I also looked up and saw more tears leaking from her eyes.
"Please Mistress!" she  begged.
"You want to be licked?" I  teased
"YES!" she moaned.
"Maybe." I said, then sucked on her pussy lips  again.
"Fuck! Please! Fuck!" she screamed. Or at least something  to that effect.
Then I pulled back and looked at the poor, struggling,  mewling girl in
front of me.
"Ok," I said, "but you have to lick me first."
I grinned at her with the most evil grin. Her eyes seemed  to roll back
into her head with frustration.
I kept my clothes on, but whipped off my knickers. Then I  positioned
myself so my thighs straddled her head. I lowered my pussy down close  to her
lips, and steadied myself on the wall which met the head of the  bed.
I was very wet too. Just to make her squirm, I shifted my  abdomen all
around, to smear my own juices all over her face.
"Lick me, slut!" I demanded.
I groaned as she started lapping my clit. She didn't have  any particular
skill, I guess this was probably her first time with a girl, but  it didn't
matter. I knew it wasn't going to take long for me to get off. I was  too
drunk on horniness. And each little lick sent a hot rhythmic pulse of  pleasure
flooding through me.
I found myself getting hot, too hot in fact, and pulled  off my shirt and
my bra—leaving me only in my little skirt and boots. Then I  pressed my face
against the wall and moaned, losing myself in the moment. The  thought of
her spanked ass and the drip from her pussy reverberated through my  head, and
the thought of her saying "Mistress," over and over echoed in my ears.  I
felt myself getting close very fast. And I started to grind into her face. I
 had just enough consciousness left to make sure I kept my grinds gentle so
she  had plenty of room to breathe.
I could feel my orgasm building inside me. Growing  rapidly. Unstoppably. I
was going to explode.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..." I  squealed.
I went rigid. Held my breath. Then it hit me. Heavy waves  of pleasure
juddered through me. My muscles trembled and shook as I rode it out.  My juices
leaking down all over her face.
"Good girl!" I moaned as the pleasure throbbed through  me, "Good little
slut!"
I did all that I could to stop my body from slumping. I  didn't want to
finish with her yet.
I pulled back and looked at her. Her face was coated with  wetness. A
mixture of her saliva, my juices and her tears. She looked  bedraggled.
Desperate. And wanton.
I looked down her body and saw a big wet patch on the  covers between her
legs. I guess her pussy must have gone into fucking  overdrive.
"Katie, please!" she squealed at me.
"Please what?" I teased.
"PLEASE LICK ME!"
"Pretty please?" I teased  again.
"PRETTY PLEASE! PLEASE WITH BELLS ON!  PLEASE!"
"I'll think about it," I  said.
She roared in agony.
Then I shifted down and licked along her bikini line  again. Then started
sucking her lips into her my mouth. Her tortured begging  continued. I
actually thought she was going to have a genuine full-on crying  session, so I let
up.
I started lapping at her clit. I loved the feeling of my  tongue flicking
over her firm little bud. She moaned. Then I slipped my middle  finger inside
her sopping little slit. It made a little squelching sound as it  went in,
and it felt like I was pressing into a warm, wet heaven. She was so  slick,
but so tight! I hooked the pad of my finger up and felt for the little
rough spot inside. Then I started pulsing my fingers up in time with my licks.
As I pulsed and licked, I felt her leg muscles clench and  unclench around
my head. It got me horny all over again feeling the soft, smooth  skin of
her thighs press against my face. All the time, incoherent wails left  her
lips. I so wanted to talk dirty to her, but my mouth was already  engaged.
As I went on, I looked up her body and could see her arms  pulling against
the restraints. I could see the tension in her little biceps,  and her fists
were bunched up tightly. I knew she was getting very close. I kept  on
going, pulsing fast and rhythmically. She inhaled loudly. Then again. Then
again.
Then she held her breath. Her thighs pressed against my  cheeks. I felt her
back arch and her hips push up towards  me.
Suddenly, her hips dropped and her body started  shuddering. Waves of
orgasm seemed to ripple through her stomach muscles. And  her juices actually
squirted out of her pussy, right onto my face! Yes! I'd  actually made her
squirt!
I raised my head up, whilst continuing to pulse with my  finger, "Cum for
me!" I said. And I rode her out whilst she continued to shake.  It was like
she was having a fit. It was so hot to watch it... to feel it... to
experience her wrecked little body twitching against my  own.
When I felt she'd had as much as she could take I lifted  myself up and
untied her restraints. I laid next to her and told her to "Come  here," and
she shifted over and we cuddled. Well, I say we cuddled, she snapped  her arms
around my body and gripped me like she was holding on for dear life. I
could still feel her naked, sweaty body trembling and I could see tears were
leaking from her eyes all over again—or maybe they just hadn't stopped. I
stroked her hair and absorbed her warmth. I could feel her tits and nipples
pressing against my chest and our legs snaked around each other. I felt like
I'd  ruined her, in the best possible way! I tried to reassure her, "I've
got you" I  remember saying.
She didn't say anything. I don't think she even could.
The cuddle seemed to last forever. I didn't look at my  clock. It might
have been ten minutes, it might have been an hour. I was just  lost in horny
euphoria.
Finally, there came a point where she opened her eyes and  a huge grin
spread across her face. She looked at me with wide sparkling  eyes.
"Did you like that?" I said.
She just giggled and started kissing my cheek, still  maintaining her vice
like grip. As I looked at her, she kept opening her mouth  as if to say
something, then stopping and giggling again.
"You're wonderful!" she finally managed. I could still  feel little pulses
and shifts in her body.
We giggled together and had a little conversation about I  don't know what.
At one point, I remember whispering in her ear, "Submissive.  Little. Slut."
 which she loved.
She told me that she loved how I'd just taken charge, and  that she'd
never felt as horny before and she couldn't stop thinking about what  we'd just
done.
Then we started kissing and stroking each other's bodies  all over again...
I got horny again very quickly. Her skin was so silky I  couldn't take my
hands away. I wanted to press every inch of myself against her.  And the best
thing was... I could! I had her naked and all to myself, at least  for that
night.
I couldn't help myself from reliving everything in my  head. The images of
her dripping pussy. Her red ass. Her gripping me whilst she  trembled. My
pussy was getting so hot and slick I could barely stand it. Then I  thought
struck me... I realised I didn't have to wait for satisfaction, I was in
charge.
The Domme in me surfaced once more. I ordered her to get  down and lick me.

For a second she was a bad girl. She started trying to  tease me, kissing
around my crotch and stuff. Bad move! I grabbed her hair and  sternly said, "
It's not your job to fucking tease me. Just lick. Now." The  wide-eyed look
she gave me was priceless. Then I roughly pushed her face into my  crotch
and she started licking.
"That's it, lick me like a good little slut!" I remember  squealing. And
she did.
I wrapped my legs around her head and hugged her in  close. Just tight
enough that she knew who was boss, just loose enough to give  her space to lick
and breathe. My boots rested gently on her back. Her little  laps and grunts
drove me wild. And my legs started rhythmically squeezing around  her face.

Very quickly I started to feel an orgasm building inside  me. I focused on
the image of her desperate, horny, tear-streaked face, with her  bedraggled
blonde hair framing her features. I knew it was going to send me over  the
edge. And I wailed as I started to cum all over her face. As the waves of
orgasm hit me I gripped her head tightly with my thigh muscles and just rode
it  until I had milked every last drop of my climax out of me. It felt so
bad, but  so good!
When I finally released her, she looked up at me and her  face was
glistening with my juices. It was such a beautiful  sight.
She crawled up the bed and I gave her a big thank you  kiss. I stroked her
body as I basked in a wonderful post orgasmic glow. I had  such a smile over
my face.
I remember taking the time to drink her in with every  sense. The cute,
wide-eyed look on her face. The feel of the delicious, firm  mounds of her ass;
the curve of her waist to her hip; and her juicy tits. The  taste of her
skin. The sound of her little yelps and gasps as I touch her. And  her smell!
Fuck, yes, her smell! I don't think it was perfume, it was just her  natural
scent. It seemed like it was coming from her neck and her shoulders.
Light, sweet, musky and girly.
I started running my nose along that whole area, taking  deep heady
breaths. The smelling really seemed to have an effect on her. And I  couldn't help
myself. Every time I ran my nose tickled over the tendons where  her neck
met her shoulder she jumped and mewled. And as I went on, the mewling  got
louder. I could feel by the way that she was tightly rubbing her thighs
together that she was getting very horny.
I ran my hand down on to her thigh, just short of her  crotch. I could feel
the heat coming off her and I knew she'd be wet... but I  wasn't going to
venture closer. I wanted to keep my hand right there... right  NEXT to where
she wanted it, teasing her with what she wasn't getting. As I kept  on
smelling her, I could feel her legs shifting, trying to get me to move my  hand
to her pussy.
I could feel the tension rising in her body. It was  exquisite! She started
rubbing her own thighs and rolling back and forth. Then  she tried to grab
my hand and push it towards her wet little  cunt.
"Nah-ah!" I goaded.
"Katie...!" She squealed.
"I invited you up here for a tease!" I replied, "it's  only polite that I
deliver!"
"KATIE..!"
It was too much fun feeling her squirmy little body for  me to stop!
I actually started to feel her wetness again on my hand.  Her thighs were
getting slick with her juices. Wow this girl produced a lot of  liquid! I don'
t know whether this is what she was always like, or whether it was  just
what I was doing to her, but it was a hell of a lot of fun. Oh the
possibilities for humiliation if I ever had her in tight jeans in public!
She started whimpering and pleading. Poor girl.
At one point she said something like, "finger me, lick  me! Just fucking do
SOMETHING!"
She looked like she was going to cry. I thought I'd give  her one little
mind fuck before letting up, "I'm too tired" I  said.
Her mouth dropped. Now she really looked like she was  going to cry! Oh
dear... maybe I'd pushed things a little bit too  far.
"But..." I added, "I'd love to see you play with  yourself."
"What?!"
"Play with yourself for me!"
Her face went crimson. I for a second I felt a pang of  guilt. I wondered
whether this was an embarrassment too far for her. But I hoped  her horniness
and desire for dominance would win out... and it did. With  radiation
burning from her cheeks, she slipped her hand between her legs and  started to
swirl her fingers around her clit in frenzied little circles. I got  up on my
knees and watched her as she greedily fingered and gasped. Her thigh
muscles tensed and un-tensed and her feet twisted inwards then outwards, all the
time with her toes curled.
Her eyes were closed, but I told her to open them and  look at me. I gave
her my most teasing, most evil expression. She groaned.
"Mmmmmmm naughty girl!" I moaned and started stroking my  own body as
sexily as I could. I wanted to give her an image she'd remember,  "hand between
your legs... masturbating in another girl's bed... what... a  little... slut
"
"Katie!" she whimpered.
"What are you thinking about?" I  said.
She was silent for a second, but I wasn't going to let  her get away with
disobeying orders.
I shifted down to her ear and whispered, "You've got to  tell me little
slave girl... or I'm just going to tie your hands up so you can't  touch
yourself..."
I guess that made her crack.
"Everything!" she blurted, "you... here... now...  dominating me... you'
re driving me crazy... oh God..." she opened her mouth, and  inhaled deeply
as if she was on the verge of  cumming.
"Slow down," I said.
She moaned. Her fingers slowed, but her hips started  bucking up and down.
Poor girl. She closed her  eyes.
"And what are you thinking about now?" I leaned  closer.
The redness had slightly faded from her cheeks, but now  it came back with
full force.
"When you..." she started, then it faded  out.
"Tell me," I said, and kissed her cheek, "good things  happen when you
tell me stuff!"
What she said surprised me a bit.
"Ok... when... you... told me the other day... that I'd  look good in a
spreader bar... then you winked... and walked off... and... you  just left
me... and you didn't look round... and you looked so nice...  well...umm ...
you always look nice.... but that made me..." her voice trailed  off.
"Masturbate?" I giggled.
She didn't answer, but if it was possible for her to go  redder, she
managed it. I swear she could have powered a small  star.
"Here... let me take over," I said, and crawled next to  her, kissed her,
and slipped on hand down between her lips. She was as soaked as  ever and
her slick pussy felt wonderful beneath my fingers.
I began to swirl my fingers, approximating her own  movements as best I
could... little quick circles. And she  groaned.
I pulled back, supporting myself with my free arm and  looked down at her.
I realised the advantage that fingering has... you can dirty  talk at the
same time. I love dirty talk. I absolutely love it. It always gets  me off. It'
s so hot.
"Open your eyes again," I said.
She complied. I smiled and looked straight down at her.
"Do you like submitting to me?" I  said.
"ugh" she nodded.
"Do you like being my little  slut?"
"ugh" she nodded again.
"Do you like getting spanked and  teased?"
"UGH!" she nodded more  fiercely.
"Do you like me putting you in a spreader bar and  swatting your helpless
little ass?"
"UGH!"
Her hips were thrusting up to meet my hand now. All the  time our eyes were
completely locked.
"Do you like yelping and moaning as I punish you for  being a filthy little
slave girl?"
"UGH... UGH... UGH..."
Her hips bucked up hard off the bed. Her spine arched.  Her mouth opened
wide. Her neck pulled backwards, but her eyes stayed fixed on  mine.
Then her hips slumped back down in a thud and violent  tremors pummeled
through her little body. There was a rush of wetness over my  fingers. "Cum for
me!" I said, as the ecstasy ravaged through her from head to  toe. I looked
closely to see whether her clit was getting too sensitive, but she  was
still lost in the throes of orgasm... so I kept on swirling my fingers and
extracting more convulsions and spasms from her.
Then I pressed my finger on the hood of her clit (I do  this to myself
after it gets too sensitive to finger it, but where you know you  aren't done!),
held it for a while, lifted it up and pressed down again. This  forced
little jolting aftershocks through her (just like it does with me!)
Finally, I took her in my arms and just held her. She  gripped me back.
"You don't know what you're doing to me!" she sighed as  her sweaty
little body quivered against mine. I could see little tears form in  the corner
of her eyes again.
I kissed her cheek.
"I like making you feel good!" I  said.
She giggled and sniffled, "You've succeeded!" and wiped  her eyes.
We hugged tightly. For a long time. I don't know exactly  how long...
because we fell asleep in each other's  arms.
Sometime later, I woke up. I noticed I was still wearing  my boots and
skirt! I carefully untangled myself from her and took them both  off. There was
a slight chill in the air but I was too tired to put anything  else on.
I gently woke Amy up, "Hey," I whispered, "let's get  under the covers."
She half woke, "Heyyyyyy," she  murmured.
I made her shift to the top of the bed for a second, then  opened up the
covers. She crawled down inside and I did too. She cuddled me...  and we fell
asleep together again.
In the morning I woke at about 8:30am. She was still  asleep. I gently
extracted myself from her arms and slipped out of the bed. I  was thirsty, so
ran myself a glass of water from my sink and another for her.
I think the noise woke her up. She shifted under the  sheets and cutely
rubbed her eyes.
"Morning lovely," I said, handing her the  glass.
"Morning," she said happily, "ah... thanks... you're so  sweet!"
As we sipped we began to discuss the night before. I  can't remember
anything like the whole transcript, but here's the critical  bit.
"So... do you want to do this again?" she asked, with a  hint of
expectancy in her voice. She looked at me shyly, waiting for my  response.
I paused for a while thinking about what to say. I wanted  to choose my
words very, very carefully. I don't think I managed it properly and  ended up
sounding a bit silly.
"Yes..." I smiled, "I loved it! But just so you know...  I'm really not
looking for anything serious. I love being your friend... but it  would be
great if we could play from time to time."
She nodded. I really didn't know how to read her  expression. Maybe I'd
said something stupid, maybe I  hadn't.
"Ok... that's fine... I think." she said, "Does that mean  we can see
other people... or..."
"Yep," I said, "you can do what you like, so long as you  stay safe."
"Ok," she said. Again, I couldn't read whether she was  disappointed, or
relieved, or just accepting.
"Are we going to tell anyone?" she  asked.
"Hmmm... let's not tell anyone in college," I said, "if  you want to tell
your best friend back home or something I don't mind... but  let's not get
the gossip machine going here".
"Ok," she said.
"What if people see me leaving your  room?"
"Just say we spent all night talking then we were so  tired we fell asleep."

"Yeah!" she said.
We got dressed. Then I led her towards door. Before I  opened it up, we
leaned in and kissed. Her lips felt so lovely, and her little  sighs of delight
brought out the animal in me. I couldn't resist pushing her up  against the
wall. She inhaled sharply. Then I raised my thigh up between her  legs, all
the way to her crotch, forcing a little pant from her lips. I could  feel
the heat and dampness of her panties.
Instantly, she started grabbing her dress and pulling it  up her waist and
over her shoulders. She seemed like she wanted to start playing  all over
again.
"No!" I said, "I've got lectures to go to!" It was a  slight
embellishment, my lectures weren't for hours, but I felt like this was  the right time
to end things.
"Urrrggghh!" she moaned, "Ok... God... I'm not going to  get any work
done today!"
I dragged my nose along her shoulder, breathing in her  scent, then nibbled
the sweet spot on her neck. Her knees  buckled.
"KATIE!" she gasped, "Oh God... you... just...  said..."
"I know!" I said, then kissed her gently on the cheek,  "I'm just finding
it hard to resist."
"I know what you mean," Amy replied,  breathlessly.
I held her around her little waist and we shared another  lingering kiss.
As our lips continued to brush and caress against each other, I  could feel
her body start to quiver. She strained in to kiss me  harder.
I pulled my lips away. "I've really got to ready," I  said.
She panted in disappointment. Her cheeks were lightly  flushed pink and her
eyes were wide. I looked her up and down with an evil grin  on my face. She
swallowed, then started to fan her face with one of her  hands.
"Oh Katie... if only you knew what you are doing to me!"  she said.
I opened the door and stood  back.
"Ok," she sighed, "I guess I'll have to  go."
"Bye gorgeous," I said.
"Bye mistress... thank you," she said, looking up and  down the corridor,
before giving me a final sneaky little kiss on my lips, then  another one.
We grinned at each other, then she awkwardly headed away  down the corridor.
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