Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 12 - Sex Stories

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 12

... my clit. Its just enough to tease but is nice. I assume there is a remote control. This is going to be an exciting evening. I come back into the main room where Master is waiting. He is looking good enough to eat in the classic formal tux. He is grinning from ear to ear, holding his phone. He makes a swipe of his finger on it and sends the vib to pulsing my now wet pussy. It has several different settings and he tries them all, driving me crazy! I tell him I take back all the nice things I said, and that he is an evil, evil man. He flicks his fingers again and I almost fall to my knees. I quickly recant and beg for mercy. He smiles and switches the vib back to a gentle pulse. The party is a celebration of the prototypes and debut to the public. Many of the attendees are Master’s employees and Italy’s local kinksters. The ambiance is elegant and sophisticated. There are some very beautiful people of all kinds and shapes. Master, of course, is the center of attention. While I am at his side for most of the festivities, we do get separated at times. I do finally get to meet my “tormentors” from earlier in the day. I found out they are a couple. The young woman is Alcina and the man is Nicoli. They are my protectors when I am separated from Master. The gentle vibrations from the vib is comforting. I feel like Master is touching me even though he is across the room and talking with others. It is gentle enough that I don’t have to worry about spilling my drink. I do have to ...

... concentrate when speaking to others. Alcina asks me to dance. I look for Master but he is busy with a group of men. We head to the dance floor. Alcina is such a beautiful woman. I feel very comfortable around her. It could be that not more than three hours ago she was fucking me soundly with a strap-on. We are both a little tipsy and are putting our best sexy dance moves on. We are attracting a lot of attention. The music is loud and I can feel the beat in my chest. I also feel Master’s vib in my core. The pulsing from the inner part of the clip is strumming my G-spot. When a slow song comes on, Alcina pulls me close. Even with my heels, she is a few inches taller than me. Our bodies sway together. As we start to do some dirty dancing, our hips meet and my vib goes to singing. My head falls back as I writhe in her arms. I look around and find Master watching from afar. He has an evil grin on his face. I smile sweetly back at him. I am grinding on Alcina, I am almost embarrassed by my actions. She asks if I am wearing the vib prototype. I nod while looking into her eyes. She reaches up and pushes the halter of my dress aside exposing my breasts. She twirls my nipple rings, they tighten even more with her play. My eyes never leave hers. She is clearly a Domme, I feel the strength in her gaze. I know that I am in trouble. I look again to Master. He gives me a simple nod. She grabs the decorative leash thats attached to Master’s collar, turns and leads me off the dance floor. I follow ...