Asian Amy Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

Asian Amy Pt. 05

... knees."

Amy watched the show and wondered where it might be going. The outline Sweetness had provided listed a number of things that she might want to experience, but there was no way that they could get to them all in one night. An even better question was what her role would be in one or more of the fantasies that required two doms.

Sweetness now naked and on her knees again, breathing hard from either exhaustion or excitement. Shareese assumed it was both by the looks of her swollen pussy, so she sent Amy to get her some water from the refrigerator behind the wet bar. She told the prisoner that she could get off of her knees while she drank.

The diva thanked the Mistress and sat back on her ass while she guzzled down the entire bottle.

Shareese stood over Sweetness and her eyes were drawn to her sexy feet that rested flat in front of her. Nowhere in the outline had the diva mentioned anything about foot play or foot worship, which now made the Mistress upset: what she wouldn't give to suck those toes. "Break's over," Shareese barked. "On your feet, prisoner."

"Yes, Mistress," she said and eased her way up.

Onto each nipple ring, Shareese attached a three-ounce, lead fishing weight in the shape of a pyramid. The Mistress gave each one a gentle tug after she applied them.

Sweetness winced in pain, but said nothing and closed her eyes.

"Time to taste the whip," Shareese announced, and told Amy to prepare the prisoner. "String her up."

Amy led the ...

... beautiful woman to the adjoining door and then threw two straps over the top of it and shut it again. "Kneel, please," she told the slave, "hands up."

The Princess pulled down on the straps until they were tightly wedged between the door and doorframe, and then attached each one separately to the diva's wrists. Then, she took out the slack by pulling the loose ends through buckles. The result was a kneeling prisoner with her arms stretched above her head.

Shareese could not resist the two pink, wrinkles soles extending behind the pop star. She took a length of white, nylon rope and bound her ankles together, making sure to cop a good feel in the process.

"You have been sentenced to ten lashes for your crime, Sweetness," the Mistress announced, welding a two-tail whip. "You will count out your lashes, understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

This particular weapon of pain had very soft tips and it barely left any marks on the victim's body. The Dom reached back and let the first lash fly, striking the prisoner in the middle of her back, just above a trap-stamp tattoo.

"One!" The diva called out and arched her back.

Amy watched carefully to see if welts from the whip's tails were developing, but none were detected. Two faint red lines slowly began to surface, much to the delight of the prisoner's captors.

The Mistress scattered three more lashes on the slave's back and then gave the soles of her bound feet a smack.

"Fuck! Five!" The diva cried out. The new location ...