Asian Amy Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

Asian Amy Pt. 05

... afraid that I have to detain you. Turn around and place your hands behind your back, please."

The diva huffed and puffed for a second and then complied with the Princess's request. "Damn, girl!" She shrieked when the cuffs went on. "Why they gotta be so tight?"

"Standard procedure, ma'am," Amy said and double locked them. "Up against the wall, please," she told her and aggressively grabbed the diva by the elbow and forced her to within inches of the wall next to the door.

Sweetness rattled her wrists around in her cuffs for a second before Amy began to search her. It was far from the first time she had been handcuffed, but this scenario was feeling real and she was enjoying it. "Hey, take it easy," she said when the Princess got a little rough with her crotch.

"Just doing my job, ma'am," Amy said, succinctly.

The diva's nipples were next to get assaulted as Amy reached up her shirt from behind and played with her piercings. The diva's breathing became heavier and she struggled to express her distain. "Not...not so rough," she eked out.

By this point, Amy was also getting turned on and she took a second to rub her pussy under her dress. "Eyes forward," she reminded her prisoner. "I am afraid that I am gonna have to do a more thorough search."

"What? Why?" Sweetness asked, excited about the proposal.

"I might have found some suspicious residue on your breasts," she explained and unhooked the woman's wrists. "Hands on the wall, please. Head ...

... forward."

The diva complied and then felt her shoes and socks being removed. Her sweatpants and jacket were next, followed by her designer tee shirt.

Sweetness was leaned up against the wall in nothing but her fancy lingerie. Amy was completely enamored with the woman's beauty but she regained her focus. "Please kneel down with your hands behind your back and your ankles crossed," she asked nicely.

The diva was now feeling submissive and dropped to her knees without a fight. The cuffs went back on and then she heard the ratcheting of the shackles as Amy clamped them down on her bare, slender ankles. "Is this necessary?" She asked. She was doing her damndest to appear upset with the process. "Just following regulations, ma'am," was all that the Princess offered. "Back up on your feet," Amy ordered and helped her up by her elbow.

The nipple massage that Amy began to perform was making Sweetness weak in the knees and the Princess had to grab her around the waist to prevent her from toppling. "Easy, Sweetness," she said. "This will be over in a jiffy."

The diva had no reply and then she felt her ankles being gently kicked apart. Once the chain of her shackles was taunt, she felt fingers enter her damp pussy after her panties had been pulled aside. "Oh, fuck," was her breathy reaction and she leaned her forehead up against the wall.

Princess Amy caressed her cunt with long strokes, making the pop star wetter and wetter. The thumping of her clitoris was too much to take and she ...