Seducing Amy Ch. 02

"Mis..tress..." Amy stuttered, "I... think... I'm... gonna... cum!"

I swatted her ass again. I hit hard and clean. She yelped and danced on the spot, all the time tugging at the hem of her little dress.

"Thank you... Mistress!" she squealed, "but no... really.... I'm on the edge! I don't wanna cum... not here... someone will see us..."

"Keep walking," I said, a plan rapidly developing in my mind. We were virtually home. We were walking down the path almost next to the side of our block. I say almost next to the block, because there's a row of trees and bushes, separating the building from the path. There's also a little gap between the bushes and the building.

I swatted her again as she shuffled forward, her trembling becoming ever more forceful.

"It sends a tingle right to the end of your clit when I spank you, doesn't it?" I said.

"yes mistress... thank you mistress..." she squeaked.

I swatted her again.

Her knees buckled and she breathed heavily "thank... you... mistress"

"Now get behind that bush!" I ordered.

"Whaaa?" she murmured.

"Here," I said, grabbing her hand, and dragging her through a little gap in the hedge. She stumbled through the foliage, then I pressed her up against the wall, pinning her hands either side of her. I stared into her terror-filled blue eyes. Through our clothes, I could feel every shake of her body. Slowly, I pushed one of my thighs forward between her legs, then started to raise it up her slippery skin, all the way to her crotch. The hem of her dress rose up and I grinned as I pressed up to her hot, soaked pussy lips.

She whimpered breathlessly, "Katie... we can't do this!"

But her words clearly meant nothing; she was too horny. She started to grind her slick little snatch into my leg.

"We can't!" she repeated, but she didn't stop grinding.

"There's nobody about," I replied.

"What if people hear... there are rooms just above us... I'm gonna cum... I know I'm gonna cum... I can't stop it... Katie... they're gonna hear us... oh God!"

"Here," I said, releasing her arms, reaching into my handbag, and dragging out her used cotton panties, still soaked with her juices, "bite down on these."

A look of utter humiliation flashed over her face and her jaw dropped. I used the opportunity to slowly push her the knickers into her mouth. Her eyes widened even further, but her hips pressed against me even harder and faster. She bit down.

I re-pined her wrists. Little muffled moans and wails emanated from her stuffed mouth. Tears started to leak from her eyes.

"You're going to cum for me like a little bitch, aren't you?" I whispered into her ear.

"Ugh!" she squealed and nodded, "Ugh... ugh... ugh..."

"You're going to cum, with your panties stuffed in your mouth like a filthy little slave girl.."

At that her fists bunched. Her head tilted back. Her spine arched. Her hips pressed into me with force. I could tell she was going over the edge.

"Cum for me," I rasped.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she wailed and her body started to shudder violently. I kept my thigh pressed firmly against her crotch and she kept on gyrating all over it as she shook. Her own leg muscles clenched and unclenched as she came. Her juices flowed over my thigh.

"Slut," I laughed, as she trembled, "I told you I was going to ruin you, didn't I?"

Her knees started to give way, but I pressed my body against hers and held her in place as best I could. She was breathing heavily through her panties, and I thought she could do with some more air. Careful to keep supporting her, I raised one of my arms and extracted her panties from her mouth.

Through her ragged breaths, some beautiful words left her lips. "Hurt me," she whimpered, "make me cry."

Emboldened, I raised my hand and started slapping it across her face, gently, but humiliatingly. She winced, and tears flowed from her eyes.

"Awww... my little slut needs it badly, doesn't she?"

Her mouth opened wide and her eyes screwed shut. Her crotch started gyrating against my leg once more.

"Come with me," I said, dropping my thigh.

I grabbed her by the hand and walked her quickly out of the bushes and towards the entrance to the building. Thankfully, there was nobody about. Amy stumbled and blubbered as she walked, barely able to keep herself upright.

Once inside, I carefully helped her up the stairs, ordering her to grip the handrail for support. My room is on the top floor, and there are a few flights to navigate.

Half way up, on one of the landings I pushed her up against the wall.

"When we get upstairs, I'm going to hurt you," I rasped into her ear, "I'm going to show you what a submissive little bitch you really are."

Her knees buckled, her body folded, and she clung to the rail for support.

I heard a door open down the corridor, followed by footsteps.

"Come on!" I growled. She straightened herself out, but was visibly trembling. "Someone might be coming."

She wiped her eyes, and we quickly continued up the stairs. Thankfully, nobody entered the stairwell. Eventually, we reached the top floor, I grabbed her hand once more and I dragged her right to the end of my corridor where my room was. I fumbled with my keys and we darted inside.

I flicked on my little bedside lamp, filling the room with a dull orange glow.

Amy stood in the centre of the room sobbing gently.

I strode back towards her, the started to circle her, slowly.

"Strip," I ordered.

In a flash she pulled off her dress and unclipped her strapless bra, releasing her breasts.

"Shoes too," I said.

She bent down and unfastened her cream kitten heels and threw them in the corner.

I could barely get over how hot she looked naked: her slim waist, her large, perky, gravity-defying tits, her silky smooth legs, it was all so delicious. I wanted to touch and lick and kiss every inch of her. Her gorgeous blonde ringlets still had little leaves in them after our trip through the hedge. And her eyes were wide and wet, with little streaks of mascara down her cheeks. Her pussy and inner thighs were as slick as ever with her juices.

"hurt me," she whispered, tears still running down her cheeks, "dominate me... use me like a whore... ruin me!"

She was getting lost in her own submission. I recognised the feeling. I've been there too. It's maddening, irresistible, intoxicating and all consuming. I was going to give her what she wanted, but I had to be responsible.

"Do you remember your safe word?" I asked, sternly.

"yes," she snivelled and wiping her tears on the back of her hand.

"What is it?" I said, needing to be sure that she remembered it.

"red..." she stuttered, "and... yellow... if I'm getting close to my limits."

"Good girl," I said, then added, "are you close to using it now?"

"no," she whimpered, "I want this... ruin me..."

I believed her. I recognised where she was at. And I smiled. But I wasn't going to get reckless. I wasn't going to dish out heavy pain, and besides, that isn't really my thing. But I couldn't wait to push her just a little bit further into the submission that she clearly craved.

"Very well," I said with a big evil grin on my face, "now go and stand against the wall. Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back."

"yes mistress," she whispered, then awkwardly padded to the side of the room. She pressed her tits against the wall; shuffled her legs wide; and clasped her hands behind her.

"Good girl," I said.

I went over to my bed and pulled out my box of tricks from beneath it. I extracted a black satin blindfold and a pair of soft, leather handcuffs. Her body shifted slightly and she took a deep inhalation as she heard my presence behind her.

"katie..." she whispered as I wrapped the cuffs around her wrists and secured the buckle, just tight enough to prevent escape, "oh katie..."

I didn't mind that she didn't always call me Mistress. Using my name was just as beautiful, perhaps more so. It let me know that, in her mind, she was submitting to me and not just to the abstract concept.

I gently pulled her blindfold over her eyes. No words escaped her lips this time, just desperate wail. I'd left her completely helpless and vulnerable, and she knew it and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

The poor girl looked as gorgeous from behind as she did from the front. Her toned legs; the delicious curve of her waist to her hip; and the smooth, pale skin of her back: it was all so very beautiful. However, it was her arousal, combined with the degradation of her predicament that really got me. The way her tits pressed against the wall as she sobbed; the way I could see the glistening wet lips of her pussy hanging down between her thighs; and the way her firm little butt cheeks stung with bright pink hand-marks: it all served to inflame me with an evil, hungry passion.

I slowly paced up and down behind her, allowing my desire to build. With deliberate precision, each footstep of my heeled boot clicked loudly on the tiled wooden floor. Amy gasped and jumped every single time, only inciting me to step harder and louder.

I finally stopped right behind her and pressed my body against hers. She whimpered.

"You're so screwed..." I whispered cruelly, "you're going to be a pitiful little wreck by the time I'm done with you."

I bunched up her blonde hair in one of my hands and pulled her head back. Then I ran my nose along from her shoulder to the nape of her neck drinking in her the sweet, natural, musky scent of her body. Her body twitched and her legs jumped. "Mmmmmm," I breathed, "you smell so fucking good, I just wanna fucking ruin you."

She whimpered.

I reached in front of her with one hand and started to grab her firm tits roughly. Then I dragged my nose across her again. And again. Each time inhaling deeper and louder, "MMMMMMMMMM," I growled, loosing myself to my animalistic passions, "Hot. Little. Bitch."

Then I cracked my hand down onto her helplessly exposed ass. She squealed and her legs sagged. I shifted my arm around her waist to keep her upright.

"Oh Katie... KATIE... KATIE!" she shrieked.

With my free hand I unleashed on her. Slapping down spank after spank. Her little toes curled; her immobilised hands bunched into fists. Her butt morphed from pink to red. She was wheezing; wailing and blubbering. As I humiliated her, she pressed her hips against her wall. I could feel her start to gyrate.

"Oh... trying to get yourself off on the fucking wall are you?" I rasped, "Filthy. Little. Whore." I punctuated each word with another hard spank. Tears flowed from underneath her blindfold, but she didn't stop grinding. Whether she could get any friction or not, she gasped with so much tension in her breath that I guessed she was close to cumming.

My hand around her waist shot down hand shot down between her legs. She was hot and wet, absolutely leaking juices. I began to rotate my fingers around her clit; firm and fast. Another taut gasp left her lips. Then another, then another. I pressed my body against hers to keep her upright. Her back arched. Her thigh muscles started clenching and un-clenching.

I gave her big, hard spank on the ass.

"Cum for me," I growled.

Climax hit her. Powerful tremors of pleasure hammered through her body. I unleashed a few more spanks. Her legs almost gave way entirely. She was twitching and shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh, don't think I'm fucking done with you yet," I rasped in her ear as she continued to cum, "I'm not going to be done with you until you're a wreck on the floor."

I reached down a little further and slipped a couple of my fingers inside her soaked orgasmic pussy. Then I started pulsing them, hard, against the little rough patch of her g-spot. Her muscles clamped down on me like a vice.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh..." she wailed over and over as I pressed.

She was sagging down the wall. Her thigh muscles clenching and un-clenching powerfully and rhythmically.

"You're gonna cum for me again aren't you?" I growled, "You're gonna cum against the wall like a filthy little slut."

It was too much for her.

Her body went taut.

"Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Then I felt an explosion of liquid.

Her pussy squirted everywhere. Splashing my hand, the walls, her thighs and the floor.

Her muscles convulsed. She lost all control over herself and I could barely support her. I eased her down onto the floor. She continued to shake violently.

I cradled her sweating naked body in my lap as she gently moaned, and quivered and sobbed.

I quickly unbuckled her handcuffs and slipped off her blindfold, suddenly feeling an urge to protect her. I stroked my hands through her hair. "You are so beautiful," I murmured to her, "... and lovely... and kind..."

She didn't say anything, but she shakily wrapped her arms around me and gripped hard.

I continued to stroke her hair and I leaned down and gently kissed her cheek, "I'll look after you," I whispered.

I was sitting in a damp puddle of her juices and I was immeasurably horny; however, I was going to give her as long as she needed to recover. We stayed like that for a considerable amount of time, her head resting on my chest. Every so often her body would twitch.

After what seemed like an age, she wiped her eyes, lifted her head, and looked up at me. Under her mascara streaked cheeks, the biggest, happiest grin spread across her face.

"Oh, Katie... Katie... Katie!" she sighed, her eyes sparkled for a second before she slumped head back down. Her eyes closed but she continued to smile, and then started to giggle.

I held her tighter and kissed her cheek once more. "You are my favourite naughty girl," I said.

We both started giggling.

"I love being your naughty girl!" she whispered breathlessly.

A fresh surge of arousal flooded through me.

"I know," I grinned, "Now get up."

She shifted herself onto her knees, but she seemed to be unable to stand. I didn't care. I wanted her on her knees anyway.

I lifted myself off the floor, moved over to my bed, and sat on the edge. I reached between my legs and pulled down my knickers and threw them into the corner.

"Here," I ordered, clicking my fingers and pointing to the floor directly in front of me.

I pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist and spread my legs, revealing my own wet pussy. I needed to get off and she was going to give me exactly what I wanted.

She bit her lip. Then with a eager glint in her eye she shakily crawled over to me, shaking her hips like a little kitten.... an exhausted little kitten.

"Ok naughty," I said, "you're gonna get me off, and I'm gonna teach you exactly how to do it properly."

Last time we had played, she'd brought me off more than once, but I could tell it was her first time with a girl. Despite her wonderful eagerness, she needed a fuller education and I was going to give it to her.

"Yes mistress," Amy nodded excitedly.

"Ok, sometimes I'll want you to take your time and take me on a long journey of different sensations, but tonight, we're gonna do this nice and quick."

"Yes mistress."

"Ok, first I want you to lick my pussy all over with your tongue and get it even wetter."

"Yes mistress," Amy said.

I screwed my eyes shut and groaned as I felt her wet tongue on my swollen pussy lips.

"Good girl!" I squealed.

"Now, gently... very gently... suck my pussy lips into your mouth,"

She complied. I wailed in ecstasy. Pleasure flooded through me. I arched my head back, revelling in the divine sensation.

"Now... dart your tongue in and out of my slit."

I gripped the bed sheets as I felt her enter me and clamped my thighs around her face, "Good girl!" I squealed, "Very good girl!"

It felt so delicious that it was almost unbearable.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, then looked straight into her eyes.

"In a minute you're going to lick my clit," I said, "and when you're on your knees like that, just flick my clit up and down with your tongue. Be firm. Be consistent. Don't vary your rhythm. Don't start messing about trying to do the alphabet or any shit like that. Just keep going, up and down. Even if your fucking tongue gets tired, you're just going to keep on going. You're gonna get me off. Understand?"

I knew it wasn't going to take me long to get off, after spending the evening watching her suffer, I was so close already; however, I knew I needed to instil the right attitude.

"Yes Mistress!" she exclaimed.

"But first, I want to show you who's boss," then grabbed the back of her head and pushed it between my legs, gyrated my pussy, and smeared my juices all of her pretty fucking face. Then I pulled her hair back again. Her jaw was dropped and her eyes wide. Her face was flushed with humiliation.

"Now lick," I ordered, pushing her face back between my legs.

Quickly her tongue flicked against my clit. Waves of pleasure surged through my entire body. I screwed my eyes shut and everything from earlier in the evening flooded back to me: how beautiful she had looked when I first saw her in her little sun dress; how powerful I'd felt when I'd winked at her; how I'd made her take her panties off; how I'd tease her with my words until she was bucking and gyrating in her seat; how I'd made her squirt up against the fucking wall of my room. I didn't have a favourite. It was all so good. But my mind fixed of the image of her in the club. Sitting next to me as I whispered dirty things in her ear. Clamping her legs together. Thrusting her hips. Gripping the hem of her dress.

It was too much for me I was powering up the hill, all the way to orgasm. My thighs clamped around Amy's head.

"Make... me... cum!" I roared, as I felt myself approach the crest. My neck arched back.

Then I wailed as I went over the edge.

My body started to shake.

"Lick me!" I shouted, "lick me, lick me, lick me.."

I exploded into a world of incandescent pleasure. Wave after wave of orgasm hit me. And I rode Amy out, grinding my crotch against her tongue.

Finally, I looked down at her and grinned.

"Oh God!" I wailed, "You. Are. Such. A. Good. Little. Girl!"

Amy's face emerged, slick with my juices, panting slightly, but smiling cutely.

"Did you like that Mistress?" she asked impishly.

"Amy... that was... delicious," I said, in a happy daze. "You're definitely going to do that again!"

"I like servicing you, Mistress!" Amy said, smiling a triumphant little smile, clearly proud of what she had just done.

"Now come here," I said. I got up onto the bed properly and lay down. Then I patted the sheets next to me. Amy shakily crawled up and we kissed. I suddenly realised that was our first proper kiss of the whole evening. I took my time to savour her soft lips and run my hand across her smooth skin as I came down from my orgasm.

"I'm broken," Amy giggled, "but I still feel so horny."

"Yeah," I replied, "me too."