Seducing Amy Ch. 02

I nodded, and tried to sound impressed, he wasn't a bad guy. Sometimes I even fantasised about having him naked on my bedroom floor, squirming in handcuffs, with his hard dick helplessly jutting out in front of him.

Suddenly I felt something soft press against my back. I jumped. Then a pair of hands clasped around my eyes.

"Guess who?" Amy's voice giggled in my ear. A buzz of arousal wormed its way through my body, all the way to my clit, and a big grin spread over my face.

"Someone who's about to be in a lot of trouble!" I retorted.

Amy laughed, so did Chris, not that he knew the real context. I reached up, removed her hands, then turned to face her.

She blushed, adjusting her outfit, then wrapped her fingers around a rogue wave of her blonde hair.

"What do you think of my dress?" she asked, stepping back to give me a full view.

I grinned, looked her up and down, then locked eyes with her. "Nice," I said, deliberately playing it cool.

She giggled and touched my arm with one of her warm little hands, sending another fizzle of arousal through me. "Thanks!" she said excitedly. Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear really quietly, "You look so hot!" before springing back upright and turning pink.

I smiled, feeling a surge of power flood through me, re-energising my muscles.

"What did she just say?" asked Chris.

"She said your zipper is undone," I wisecracked, staring down at his jeans.

His eyes snapped down and his hands rocketed towards his crotch, fumbling with his fly. After a few seconds of panic, he realised that I was joking. He looked up, slightly red faced, and let out a sigh, half in exasperation, half in relief.

Amy covered her mouth and giggled. Being a good sport, Chris allowed himself a smirk too.

"Sorry," I grinned, "it was just girl talk. You should know better than to ask!"

"You're so bad!" Amy exclaimed with a smile. Then leaned in to whisper in my ear again, "And I like it!"

"Slut," I whispered back.

She looked down at her shoes and bit her lip. I knew it was on.

I strode towards another one of my friends, and asked how her early morning rowing practice was going. I made sure to give Amy a good view of my ass; maybe she'd fantasise about kissing it.

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I giggled my way off the dance floor with my friend Kelly. As we travelled, I adjusted my dress, feeling all naughty and sexy. We'd just been hit on by some guys, but they were getting a bit too touchy-feely for our liking. They'd been good-looking, tall and muscular. We guessed they were probably rugby players, maybe a couple of years older than us, and, actually, they seemed pretty fun. However, Kelly had a boyfriend back home, and I had other things on my mind.

We saw Chris and some of our other male friends by the main bar, so we scampered over and took refuge with them. Once safe within the group, I felt an urge to create mischief. I gazed around to see if I could spot Amy. I quickly spied her sitting with a group of my female friends in one of the wide semi-circular booths at the side of the room. Even amongst the other girls, clad in their little skirts, shorts and heels, she stood out; shimmering like a little princess as she idly played with her phone.

I decided to make her squirm.

I whipped out my own phone and texted her, "I bet if I text you, you get all wet under your slutty little dress ;)"

I watched her face closely. A few seconds passed, then her expression indicated that she'd seen the text notification. I saw her quickly flick her fingers to open it. Then, as her pupils scanned across the words, her eyes widened, and her lips parted. She leaned forward slightly, bringing both hands up to cup the screen, trying to hide it from prying eyes. For a few seconds, her eyes remained fixed on the phone, then she rammed it into her bag and started to look around. Her hands stroked hard up and down her bare thighs as her neck strained from side to side. Not gaining any instant result, her movements became quicker and more tense.

I curled my lips into my mouth to suppress a smile, then turned my back. She was going to have to find me. I looked down at my phone and watched the seconds tick by, not sure whether she was going to come over to me or just text me back. Thirty seconds. Sixty seconds. One minute, thirty seconds. One minute thirty-eight seconds...

I felt the touch of a warm little hand on my arm. "Hey... Katie!" I heard Amy's voice say quietly, but insistently.

I turned and to see her and looked her up and down. Her head was tilted down slightly, her face framed by her blonde hair, but her eyes looked up at me. I could see she was grinning. Her cheeks were pink and her left foot was tiptoed, making a pivot for her leg as it swung from side to side.

"Hey naughty," I said. I'm sure our friends heard what I said, but I thought it would just fly under the radar as just part of my normal banter, "let's go for a chat!"

"Yep... ok... cool!" she said, bobbing up and down slightly, gigging and awkwardly brushing her hair from her face.

I grasped her hand and led her into the next room where there were some little alcove seats along the wall. It wasn't perfect, but none of our friends were in that room, an alcove granted us an extra degree of privacy. We sat down next to each other, our naked thighs touching.

Amy exhaled, ran her hands down her dress, gripped the hem, then shuddered.

"It's really difficult to breathe when you send me texts like that... Mistress" she said,.

I grinned at her. "Are your little panties getting all wet?" I said in a teasing voice.

She blushed deeper, looked down and gripped the hem of her dress a little tighter.

"Yes..." she whispered under her breath, "...yes mistress"

"Good," I giggled. I bit my lip and roughly squeezed the beautiful exposed flesh of her upper thigh.

She jumped, her body wriggling under my touch. I held my hand firm. She closed her eyes and took a few gasps of air.

Finally she composed herself and looked into my eyes, "Can we..." she paused, reddening further, "can we... play tonight?"

"Hmm," I mused, maintaining my firm grip on her leg, "maybe... but the weekend might be better."

Her mouth dropped in disappointment. "Katie!" she exhaled in a high pitched whisper, "that's too long... let's do something tonight... please... I promise I'll be a good girl for you... a really good girl... you can do anything you want to me."

I stared back into her eyes, but kept my expression blank.

"Katie... please,"

I gave her nothing back.

"You're so... mean!" she said, turning away.

"I can be meaner," I said with a grin.

She let out a little pant of frustration. Then eyes turned back to me, and said, "Well... you know I kind of like it when you're mean... but..."

"It would be really mean if I just got you all horny then sent you home on your own."

"Katie!" She grabbed my arm, "Please don't do that... Take me home tonight... What do you want?"

I sighed and looked at the ceiling in contemplation. I wondered what I could actually get her to do. I wasn't going to do anything dangerous, but she seemed pretty desperate, so I guess I could dish out a pretty cruel little humiliation if I wanted.

Suddenly an evil thought hit me.

"Hmm..." I said, "ok, but only if you prove to me what a little whore you are."

She looked at my expectantly. I maintained my silence, I wanted her to work for my approval.

She cracked. "What do you want me to do?" she asked timidly.

I paused for a second, then issued my instructions, "I want you to go to the bathroom... take your soaked little panties off... then bring them back to me."

She swallowed. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened and her expression shifted between what looked like fear, and awe and excitement. She looked down, inspecting just how short her dress was... and it was very, very short.

She looked back up at me, "I..." her words caught in her mouth, "I..."

I stared right into her eyes.

"I..."

She started rocking back and forward in tension, screwing her eyes shut.

Eventually, she opened her eyes, "ok," she said under her breath.

"Now," I demanded in a stern voice, pushing her with my hip.

She rose to her feet, visibly trembling. Her face was burning red; the tips of her ears too; and her chest. She looked at me helplessly, then at the bathroom door on the other side of the room. She took a deep breath then shakily walked over to it. The tension seemed like it was almost crippling her and revealed itself in every single one of her movements, until she reached the door, and jumped inside.

I squeezed my thighs together feeling my pussy begin to swell and moisten. Poor little Amy, I was really putting her through her paces. I can only imagine how much her emotions must have been churning.

I watched the door intently, waiting for her to emerge. It was a few minutes before she did. Maybe there was a queue, or maybe she needed to give herself a pep talk, I don't know.

As she slowly sneaked out. I could just about make out a piece of pale pink fabric clumped up tightly in one of her fists. Her other hand tugged down the hem of her little dress, I guess in terror that it might ride up. Her face was still burning red. She looked to see whether the coast was clear, then scurried over to me and discreetly pushed her panties into my hand. I could feel that they were saturated with her warm juices.

"Slut," I giggled.

She quickly sat down next to me. Her body was shaking. She crossed her legs tightly, gripped the hem of her dress and pulled down.

"Can we go now Mistress?" she whispered.

"Let me finish my drink first!"

She quietly roared in frustration.

I chuckled, enjoying squeezing the wet fabric between my hand, then bringing it up to my nose to take in a heady breath, "Mmm," I purred, "humiliation excites you, doesn't it?"

"yes mistress."

"Well I can think of lots of delicious little humiliations that I'd like to dish out on you," I said.

She wailed.

"Would you like to hear some?"

She didn't answer, she just bit her lip and stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily.

I decided to continue anyway.

"Do you remember what everyone did to Jane for her last birthday?" I said, drawing myself close to her, "You know... grabbed her... pinned her down... carried her into the next room... then use cling-film to wrap her poor little body a chair..."

Amy screwed her eyes shut, "Katie..." she squealed.

"She begged everyone to let her go... but they all just laughed at her... and then they all went into the next room and continue to party, didn't they?" I said.

Then I released a little giggle.

"Maybe I'd suggest that everyone does that to you for your birthday... it's coming up soon isn't it... I'd get everyone to grab you... and force you onto the chair... and cling-film wrap you to it... with your ankles tied to the chair legs... spread out wide... like a filthy... little... whore"

I pushed my mouth right up to her ear, "then we'd leave you there... struggling..."

Amy's teeth clenched and her knuckles almost went white with tension as they clamped down even tighter onto the hem of her tiny dress.

"I'd be nice though..." I chuckled sarcastically, "I'd keep coming in to 'check' on you... like a good little friend... but..."

I paused.

"When I'd see you all helpless... and spread-out... I know I'd just make you want to suffer... I wouldn't be able to help it..."

"You'd hear me walk behind you... and every single one of your nerve endings would fizzle with anticipation... then you'd feel my lips touch your bare shoulder... and you'd jump... then you'd feel me kiss... and nibble... all the way along your shoulder to your neck... until you'd shudder and wail..."

"You'd have to keep it quiet though... or everyone would hear you getting played with..."

I let out another giggle. Amy tucked her head into her body. I could see her thigh muscles start to squeeze together rhythmically. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but it seemed like we were fine. Then I grinned the most evil grin.

"Then you feel me start to run my fingertips all across your exposed skin... down your arms..."

I raked my fingernails down one of her arms, forcing a wail from her lips.

"down your torso..."

I ran my fingers down her dress.

"along your legs..."

Amy's body twitched as my fingernails trailed across her bare skin.

"Then I'd start to run my fingers up and down your inner thighs... leaving little trails of fire across your skin... your muscles would tense... you'd try to close your legs... but you couldn't... you'd be completely at my mercy... and it would make you feel so horny, wouldn't it?"

"You'd try to stop it.... but you'd feel your pussy getting hotter... and wetter..."

Amy squealed through her clenched teeth. "Katie... I can't take this..."

"You'd be aching for me to play with you wouldn't you... I'd make you feel so fucking horny you couldn't stand it..."

"Maybe I'd even slip my fingers inside your panties... and start to play with your wet little pussy... running my fingers through your swollen... wet... lips..."

"I'd slowly swirl my fingers around and around your hard little clit... I'd tease you until you were moaning... tease you until you were dribbling all down your thighs..."

"And as I'd play with you... you'd feel yourself getting hornier and hornier... you'd start to gasp and moan... and you'd start to feel an orgasm building deep inside of you... wouldn't you?"

"You'd struggle... but each time you feel my fingers rub around your clit... you'd feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming... I'd tease you until you were right on the fucking edge..."

I paused.

"Then I'd leave you there..."

A tortured wail left Amy's lips. Her crossed thighs pumped hard and fast... the foot of her top leg jiggled.

"You'd be squirming so fucking badly wouldn't you... but you wouldn't be able to do anything about it... I'd just leave you there as you wriggled... and struggled... like a helpless... little... bitch."

"And I'd do it over and over... I'd keep coming back... and you'd feel your pussy getting hotter and hotter... wetter and wetter... you'd feel like you were going to explode... you'd feel you were just on the edge of cumming... you'd almost feel your body start to shake..."

Amy started to pant loudly, her body starting to rock back and forth as her foot continued to pump... "Katie... I... fuck... Katie... I'm going to..." her voice trailed off.

"Then I'd just stand in front of you... with my hands on my hips... grinning at you... as you'd feel yourself hover on the edge of orgasm... and you'd beg... you'd beg me to make you cum... right there... whilst you were wrapped up... and your friends partied in the next room... you'd beg me to play with you so you start to cum..."

"Katie... please..."

"You'd beg me to make you shake and shudder as you feel your orgasm explode inside you... beg me to make you cum, hard, now."

"Katie..." Amy inhaled... then inhaled deeper... then inhaled deeper still.

Her hips thrust up off the seat. Her thighs clenched hard.

Then she came. And her body started to buck and judder right there in the club. She gripping her hem of her dress like her life depended on it.

"Cum like a little slut," I rasped, "cum like I own your horny little pussy..."

She started to shake harder. Wailing.

"And your body just wants to keep on cumming, doesn't it? The waves of pleasure just keep flowing through you.... and it feels so fucking good... it goes on and on... pulsing through you... over and over..."

I started to giggle, looking around to see whether anyone was watching. Nobody was. Fucking hell! How had I gotten away with that?

Amy started taking deep breaths, as she continued to tremble.

"Look at me," I demanded.

Amy's awestruck eyes locked on to mine. Her jaw hung open, but no words left her lips. She just panted as she trembled.

"Now we're going home," I said.

Her eyes started to roll around.

"Katie... what... the... hell... just... happened..."

"You know what happened." I said with a smile. "You came. Whore!"

"Katie... fuck... I'm so wet..."

"I bet, do you need to get yourself cleaned up?"

She nodded.

I reached into my bag and threw her some tissues.

"If anyone asks, you split your drink," I said.

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"Hurry up," I said, as I dragged my whimpering little friend out of the club. I held her bag and my own as she seemed unable to focus.

My mind quickly zipped over the options to get back to my room. There were two ways: one via the main streets, which is more direct; the other via a few quieter residential streets. I selected the residential route. It would take a few more minutes, but it would be less likely we'd be seen.

"This way," I hissed.

Amy nodded, then clumsily scuttled after me. Her body was still quivering. Her breathing still heavy, and punctuated by panicky little wails. I guess being post-orgasmic; being clad in only a tiny piece of fabric; and being deprived of her panties, had all combined to drive her to the edge of sanity.

She stooped over as she hurried forward, but kept her neck tilted up so her face pointed straight forward. Her hands gripped the hem on each side of her little dress, desperately trying to stop it from riding up and exposing her soaked little pussy. Seemingly fixated on reaching the safety of my room, her teeth were clenched and her eyes were locked forward, resolutely avoiding the bemused stares the occasional passer-by.

The way she tugged at the fabric of her dress made it mould tightly to the delicious mounds of her ass. I knew it was cruel, but couldn't help but turn her suffering up a notch. Although the streets weren't completely empty, there were frequent lengthy gaps between us and anyone else. I decided to warm her ass up with a good firm swat of my hand.

-SWAT-

She jumped and yelped, "Fucking hell! Katieeeee!"

"You don't say, 'Katie', you say 'Thank you Mistress'" I rasped.

For a second she froze. She looked at me and indignation snapped over her face.

I put my hands on my hips and held her stare. As I glared at her, her breathing became quicker, her shaking became harder. Her eyes flicked down to the floor. "thank you mistress," she whispered, just on the edge of audibility.

"I can't hear you," I goaded back.

Her face flushed red. Her face quickly snapped from side to side. There was nobody around for about 100 metres. Her gaze met mine, "Thank you Mistress," she said again, slightly louder.

"Good girl," I grinned back at her. Then I reached behind her and swatted her ass again.

She yelped. Then composed herself. Then breathed, "Thank you Mistress!"

We resumed our walk, but whenever a gap opened up, I gave her butt cheeks a reminder who was boss. Maybe one spank if the gap was small. Maybe more if the gap was bigger.

As we got closer we got to our halls, I couldn't help but whisper dirty things into her ear as I dished out my punishment.

"Horny little slut, aren't you?" I teased.

-SWAT-

"Yes Mistress... Thank you mistress..."

"You'll soon be on your knees, begging won't you?"

-SWAT-

"Yes Mistress.... Thank you Mistress..."

"Then you'll start cumming all over my bed, won't you?"

-SWAT-

"yes... mistress! thank you... mistress."

As this continued, I noticed that her voice had become quieter and she had started to tremble more and more. She had also started to slow down and was taking tiny little steps with her legs close together. I looked up and down her body slightly puzzled. Then I saw it. A wide grin spread across my face. The insides of her thighs were glistening with wetness.

"Getting wet again are we?" I teased.