Fire

"What do you say Carly?" Ash asked. Amber's mind refocused on the conversation instead of the woman she was here to meet.

"Yeah, why not?" the woman in workclothes replied and the two got up and disappeared into the crowd. Amber made a note that her name was Carly.

"Those two are such a pair," the fat woman said.

"Indeed," Fire replied. She was so calm and elegant, Amber felt herself falling under the woman's spell and she hadn't even spoken to her!

"Of course this time it's your fault," Fire observed with a knowing smile.

"Me?" the fat woman said with mock innocence.

"You know Carly gets off on topping would be tops,"

"So do you,"

"Not really, I leave that to you and Carly,"

"So tell me about yourself," the fat woman said suddenly, switching her attention to Amber. She was caught off guard and stuttered out an unintelligible reply.

"No need to be scared little one, I won't bite," she said gently.

"Don't bet on it," Fire said.

"Hush, you'll scare the poor thing to death. My name is Sam, and who might you be?" she said in a soothing voice.

"Amber,"

"That's a very pretty name. What are you doing here tonight?"

Amber was saved from answering by the return of Carly and Ash. Ash had the girl in the t-shirt and panties in tow while Carly was pushing the police girl ahead of her. Ash sat in her chair and spread her long thin legs. She pulled her dress up and Amber could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Ash gave the blonde a meaningful look and she sank to her knees and buried her face in the thin woman's crotch.

"Ohh, look at that. Your baby knows what to do to a hot pussy, do you?" Carly said to the brunette. She turned to see her girlfriend lapping at Ash's crotch and moved to slap her but Carly caught her arm and twisted it behind her.

"Let go of me you bitch," she hissed. Carly laughed and twisted her arm harder, which caused the brunette to grimace.

"Are you going to be a nice little slut or am I going to have to get rough with you?" Carly taunted. Amber could see that Carly was easily stronger than the brunette. The girl struggled to break the tight grip Carly had on her arms.

"Have it your way," Carly said and release her arms. The brunette spun around and Carly backhanded her. The blonde started towards her lover, but Ash caught a handful of hair and viciously jerked her face back.

Carly laughed and shoved the brunette to her knees. She undid her jeans and let them fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. Amber saw that her pussy was shaved before she sat down and spread her legs. She then tangled her hand in the brunette's hair and pulled her face tightly to her crotch.

"That's right bitch, work that tongue in there. I'll show you how a real top does it," she snarled.

Amber was in a state that bordered on hysteria. Here she was sitting in a club with two girls under the table giving oral sex to two other girls. What in the name of god was she doing here? She wanted to get up and leave, or at least look away, but seeing the brunettes head moving against Carly's tummy was something she could not tear her eyes away from.

"You like that don't you little one?" a voice whispered in her ear. She managed to tear her eyes away from the scene before her to face Sam. The fat woman was leaning close to her.

"Look at Ash my pet, see how much she is enjoying that licking?" she purred. Amber glanced at Ash, the thin woman had a dreamy expression on her face. Amber could just see the top of the blonde's head. Amber felt her heartbeat quicken. She wondered what Ash was feeling to look so content. She shivered when she realized that she wondered even more what the blonde felt. "That's right bitch, get that tongue all the way in or I am going to beat your ass," Carly groaned. Amber's eyes alternated between the dreamy look on Ash's face and the wild look on Carly's. She could easily see the tops of both of the girl's heads and she wondered what they were feeling. She noticed her nipples were hardening and she felt strange, hot and flustered. She felt a warm breath on her ear and a shiver ran through her slight frame. Sam's hand settled on her knee and she stiffened. "Getting you hot isn't it my pet?" Amber turned to face Sam. She wanted to remove the woman's hand from her knee, she wanted to tell her to stop, to get away, instead she looked helplessly at her. Sam could apparently sense her indecision and lack of will power. She scooted her chair closer and her hand moved slowly up Amber's leg. The fat woman spread her thighs and pulled the ridiculously tight dress up revealing green panties. She took Amber's hand and guided it to her crotch. When her fingers touched the hot, slick material Amber jerked her hand back like it burned. Sam held her hand and forced it back between her splayed thighs. "Now now, make it feel good my pet," she cooed as she rubbed herself with Amber's hand. Amber was shocked but unable to resist and soon she was rubbing the welt slick material without Sam's prompting. She watched fascinated as her fingers stroked up and down. It was as if she were watching a movie, or someone else, not like it was her own hand. A wet spot appeared in the crotch and then as it spread the slick fabric molded itself to her pussy. Soon Amber could guess exactly what Sam's pussy looked like. "That's it baby," she breathed. Her eyes were closed and she wore the same dreamy expression that Ash had. Amber wanted to stop, she felt her stomach churning but she was no more able to do that than to fly. These truly dominant women simply overwhelmed her. She glanced fearfully at Fire, but the black woman was smiling at her and nodded. Sam's hand had reached Amber's panties by now and began to gently stroke her. She shuddered, but was unable to move. The softly stroking fingers continued to work on her and Amber unconsciously spread her legs to allow Sam's hand better access. Ash came first, her body stiffened and a sigh escaped her thin lips. She shuddered once and then sat up a little straighter. Sam was next, her hips began to jog and she removed her hand from Amber's panties to massage her mammoth breasts through the material of her dress. Amber quickened her stroking and Sam hissed and groaned. Seconds later her orgasm began. Amber continued to stroke her until she opened her eyes and smiled. Carly came last. It was apparent to Amber that she was really enjoying making the would-be top service her. She uttered a continuous stream of vile invective at the kneeling brunette. Her body spasmed and she exploded with a loud wail. Amber was surprised to notice that no one in the crowded bar was paying them the least attention. After her orgasm subsided Carly shoved the brunette away from her. The girl ended up on her butt leaning against Amber's legs. Carly's juices and her own tears mingled to make her face glisten in the light. She started to rise but Sam stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?" she said in a voice that brooked no argument. The brunette shuddered and turned around. Sam's legs were still spread wide and she motioned with her finger. The brunette swallowed hard and crawled on her knees between the fat thighs. Sam pulled the slick panties aside exposing her pussy. Amber found herself staring. Her pussy was fat, with gaping lips and covered in a thick mat of dark brown hair. The brunette tentatively pushed her tongue out and licked up the slick lips. Amber felt herself shudder as revultion mixed with excitement in an almost unbearable conflict of emotion. "Are you ready baby?" Fire's said, breaking the spell that held her. She turned and nodded to the tall woman, no longer trusting her voice. Fire rose gracefully and said her farewells to her friends. Amber rose and also said goodbye to each of the three women and then followed Fire back out onto the streets. Her car was parked around back of the building, which explained why Amber had not seen it coming in. Soon she was seated comfortably in the passenger seat and they were moving. Tonight the radio was playing Mozart. She closed her eyes and felt her body relax. "I am glad you showed up," "I couldn't stay away, God knows I tried," "I was fairly certain you wouldn't," Fire said and then chuckled. "Why?" "How did you like my friends?" Fire asked, leaving the question hanging. "I guess I liked them," she said tentatively. "Well, It appeared you at least liked Sam," Fire said with another soft laugh. Amber colored furiously and tried to think of something to say. "Did you get excited?" Fire asked. When Amber didn't answer Fire pulled over to the curb and turned to face her. "I asked you a question. From this point forward if I ask you a question you will answer immediately. If I tell you to do something you will do it right then. When you fail you will be severely punished. If you displease me badly enough I will throw you out which soon will be the worst thing your little mind can imagine. Now, did you get excited?" Fire said in a voice that chilled Amber to her very core. "Yes," "Yes what?" "Yes ma'am?" "Yes Mistress Fire," the black woman prompted her. "Yes Mistress Fire," "Better," the Domme said and turned back to the road. The big car accelerated smoothly back into the flow of traffic. "What excited you?" Fire asked. "I don't know, all of it I guess," "Did you want to be that cute brunette under the table?" Fire asked as she dodged expertly around a double- parked taxi. "Yes," Amber replied. Her embarrassment was acute, but she could not refuse to answer. "Good, very good. So you got excited, did you get your panties wet?" Fire continued the merciless questioning. "Yes, a little," Amber replied blushing furiously. "Very good. Now little one we are going to play a game," "A game?" Amber asked with some apprehension. "Yes, I want you to pull your dress up," "My dress?" "Yes dear, show me your panties," Fire said without ever taking her eyes off the road. Amber pulled the hem of her dress up around her waist exposing herself. She was wearing black lingerie tonight. She was relieved to see that there was no evidence that she had been excited showing on her satin panties. Fire glanced over as soon as the car stopped at a red-light. "Here's the game. My apartment is fifteen blocks away now. You are going to play with your little pussy. If you can get yourself off before we get to the garage you can keep your panties. Otherwise you will leave them here in the car. Simple enough?" she explained. Amber stared at her dumbfounded. The big car fairly leapt away from the red light, accelerating quickly. Amber was still not sure what to do, but the furious pace told her that Fire had something planed for her if she lost her panties. She quickly dropped her hand to her crotch and began to rub herself in a circular motion. Her mind immediately went to the action at the table that was so fresh in her memory. She pressed her fingers between her lips to directly stimulate her clit. In her mind she saw Sam's fat pussy with the brunette's tongue gliding up the slick lips. While her right hand continued to stroke her clit her left pulled her panties aside and plunged a finger into her sopping hole. She was moaning softly now, and did not notice that the car stopped. Her finger plunged into herself again and again as her fingers danced frantically over her sensitive nub. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her pleasure peaked and she gained the sweet release of orgasm. She opened her eyes to find herself being stared at by several men on the corner. They were all laughing and pointing and making catcalls. Amber had never been so humiliated. She turned to see Fire smiling at her. One of the men was tapping on the glass and Amber nearly died, but Fire accelerated away from the curb before he could do more than that. "You won, I hope you enjoyed it because that the last one you are getting for a while," she said conversationally. Amber barely heard, her eyes were all red. She knew all those men had sat there and watched her, it was terribly humiliating, but the real humiliation was in knowing it aroused her so much. By the time they reached the apartment Amber had composed herself. She meekly followed Fire to the elevator and then to her apartment. Fire opened the door and shoved her inside. The tall woman walked in behind her and went straight to the overstuffed chair. "Get us both a glass of wine," she commanded. Amber scampered into the kitchen and found glasses on a rack and the wine in the refrigerator. She brought both glasses out being careful not to spill any. Amber handed a glass to Fire and then carefully sat on the sofa across from her. The beautiful black woman sipped her wine and stared at Amber's body. Amber lowered her head and sipped her wine. "Stand up," she commanded quietly. Amber quickly rose to her feet and stood there holding her wine. "Turn around slowly, I want to get a good look at you," Amber slowly turned around pausing in each profile and with her back to the Domme. "Very nice, you look absolutely edible. Take off your dress," she commanded. Amber put her wine glass down and quickly unzipped the back of her dress. "Stop!" Fire cried. Amber's hands froze instantly. "Not like that, slowly, like a strip tease," she said. Amber blushed and began to sway her hips, She felt ridiculous as she turned and slowly exposed her back and then turned holding the dress up over her breasts. She let the top drop to expose her black lacy bra. Fire took in a sharp, appreciative breath, which made Amber beam. She held her breasts in her hands and forced them up and out and then let her hands trail down to her hips where she hooked her fingers into the elastic of her dress. With a mischievous grin she turned and bent at the waist and the wiggled her hips as she pulled the skirt down. When it was in a pile on the floor at her feet she stood up and turned around. She was wearing only her black bra and panties with the lacey black garterbelt, stockings and her heels. Fire stared at her for a while and then she spoke. "Not too bad, but you need work. Maybe I'll loan you to Queenie later so you can get some practice," she said. "Queenie?" "She's another friend. She owns a strip club in the village that caters to lesbians," Fire said as she rose. Amber shivered. She would never be able to do that, but even more the simple statement chilled her. Fire said it like she was property to be loaned out. She realized that she was getting excited again just thinking of being owned. Fire stood in front of her now, that beautiful face was cold and devoid of any expression or warmth. With brutal suddenness she delivered a backhanded slap to Amber's face. The slight girl was flung backwards onto the sofa. She was too shocked to be upset at first and then the painful sting arrived. "That was for hesitating in the car, do it again and I will beat you unmercifully. This is your last chance to walk. I'll give you just ten seconds to decide," Amber looked at her for any sign of the friendly woman she had been but the face was cold. Her voice was hard as she counted down. Amber's mind was suddenly very lucid. "Stop!" she said softly when Fire hit six. The tall black woman glowered down on her. Amber screwed up her courage and met the Domme's withering glare. "There is no need to count further Mistress, I have already decided. I want to be yours," Amber said. The words sounded so strange to her, but she knew emphatically that it was the truth. Fire looked at her carefully for a moment and then her face broke into one of the warmest smiles Amber had ever seen. She sat down and gently stroked Amber's cheek. "I am sorry for that babydoll, but I had to make sure you knew what you were getting into. I can be a real bitch at times," "I understand," "Good, now before we start you need a safe word, something that you can say if you really need me to stop," "Heather," Amber said automatically. "Heather it is," Fire replied. She stood then and walked back to her chair where she sat again. Amber felt very vulnerable sitting on the sofa in her sexy lingerie while Fire was still fully clothed. Eventually she stood and walked casually towards her bedroom. Amber was unsure of what to do but decided not to move until told to do so. Fire picked up a heavy wooden parson's bench and carried it to the center of the room. She then took one of the small pillows off of the leather chair and placed it on the bench. She moved to the heavy armoire and removed a beautiful wood box, from this she too out several leather straps. "Come here," She said forcefully. Amber scrambled over to stand next to her. "Kneel," she ordered and Amber did so instantly. Fire took her hand and attached a leather cuff to her left wrist. The cuff was rough black leather, but lined with something softer. A heavy metal ring was stitched into it. This was a serious cuff, not like the cheap ones Kenneth had. His were straight out of Fredrick's of Hollywood, more for role-play than anything else. She had actually broken one during a particularly heavy beating, causing him to really tear her up. She would not be able to escape from this one. The knowledge thrilled her even as it scared her. Fire attached the second cuff to her left wrist. She placed the pillow on the bench and Amber noticed that tiny marks were notched into the bench and the pillow fit perfectly between them. "Lean over," Fire demanded and Amber complied. The bench had decorative hearts cut out in the legs and Fire pulled a strap through each of these to secure her arms. Amber was impressed with the improvisation. The bench looked perfectly in place with the apartment's decor but was ideally suited for restraining a victim. Clever. A strap was placed around each thigh and cuffs were placed on her ankles. Fire stood and walked to the closet and returned with a spreader bar. She attached this and then cranked it outward until Amber felt like her legs were going to be torn off. Fire stopped and returned to the front of the bench and leaned into the straps taking all the slack out, this forced Ambers ass high into the air. She stepped back and wiped her brow while she admired her handy work. Amber felt her panties pulled tight and wondered why Fire had not had her remove them before she was trussed. Fire walked to the bedroom and returned with a thin vibrator and some other items. She placed these out of sight and then sat down in front of Amber. "Do you know what this is?" she asked as she held up the small vibe, it was blue, about three inches long and had a delicate chain with a pull ring attached. "It's a vibrator," "It's not just any vibrator," she said as she gently stroked it. "It isn't?" "No, it's special vibe. I'll show you why," with that she rose and walked around behind Amber. Amber felt her strong fingers as they caressed her ass. Fire stroked her a bit and then Amber heard the vibe begin to hum. She felt Fire move her panties aside and then she slipped the small vibe into her. Amber groaned as it entered her wet passage, Fire pressed it deeper until Amber felt her lips close over it. Fire gave her panties a vicious yank upwards. This had the effect of driving the slick material between her lips and her ass cheeks and holding the small vibe inside. Fire walked back around and sat again. She held up a blindfold and some earplugs. "It has a six hour plus battery and as you can tell it produces an intense vibration for its size," Fire said quietly. Amber nodded, it felt like the little machine was shaking her insides apart. "Now, I am going to take a long bath and get ready. These should help you concentrate on your new little friend," she said with an evil laugh. She pressed the earplugs in and then placed the blindfold on her. Amber was suddenly in a dark world of her own. No sounds penetrated the night and no light. She could feel the wood of the bench and the leather on her wrists, ankles and thighs, but she was strapped down so tightly that she could not move. She could feel the satin of her panties pressed tightly against her pussy and ass and above all she could feel the little vibe. It buzzed away with it's own contained joy and she realized the cruelty of her predicament. With nothing to look at or hear and no room to move her mind was forced to focus on the vibe. It was humming away relentlessly but held inside so that she could not get any contact with her tingling clit. She was cunningly secured so that she could not bring her self into contact with anything, or even squeeze her thighs together. She shuddered as the small vibe continued to work inside her. How long would Fire leave her like this? What did she say? Six hours? She would go insane long before that. Amber began to struggle in her bonds. When that proved fruitless she tried to squeeze the vibe out by contracting her inner muscles, but her panties kept it snugly in place and by tightening her muscles she only made it feel more intense. In this dark, silent world time had no meaning. She tried to make her mind focus on something, anything other than the relentlessly vibrating intruder. No matter what she tried her mind was focused on it and she felt herself becoming incredibly wet. How long now? Minutes? Hours? She had no idea. Her mind flashed to the club and the blonde with her head between Ash's thighs. She saw each detail in unbelievable detail. She was moaning now, humping against her bonds in a vain effort to find release. Her mind was totally absorbed with the vibe and it's incessant movements within her. She groaned in frustration as the maddening stimulation continued unabated.