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Amanda's Journey Day 3
Chapter 1
"Wake up Princess," I hear Jennifer say softly as she nuzzles the back of my neck.
I slowly open my eyes, to a bright, sunny day. I attempt to roll over, only to find myself still bound in silk scarves.
Jennifer props herself up on an elbow, and starts running her nails up and down my triceps.
My body shivers in delight, and I feel my nipples harden, as the goosebumps pop up on my arms.
Did last night really happen? It must have, I'm bound, my nose feels like it's dislocated, and I have a foreign object shoved in my ass!
"What time is it?" I ask hoarsely.
"9:30, Princess, Mistress may want to go out to Brunch."
"Shit!" I think. I didn't get to sleep until almost 5.
"She'll have to forgive me, but I'm a bit tied up presently."
"I may just leave you that way, I like having you all tied up and helpless." She runs her nails across the welts on my ass, and I can't help but wince.
She quickly unties my ankles and knees, and rolls me over on my back. She raises my bound hands above my head, and secures them to the headboard.
Jennifer lays on top of me, and strokes my face, while staring into my eyes.
Her long black hair is hanging down, and brushing my face, as I stare into her big brown eyes. She leans down and kisses me with passion, her teeth grab on to my lower lip, and she tugs, splitting the skin inside my lip.
I can feel her clitty get hard as it slips between my thighs. My ass stings every time she grinds her hips down.
"I want to shove my cock up your ass so fuckin bad right now." She says in a low sexy voice.
I'm just about to reply that I didn't think I could take it right now, when the phone rings. "Saved by the bell," I think.
With a sigh of frustration Jennifer rolls off me, making sure her knee grazes my balls, and answers the phone.
I see stars, and lose my breath for a moment. I catch my breath in time to hear Jennifer say, "Yes Mistress, we'll be ready to go.
Jennifer quickly unties my hands and orders me to roll over face down.
"What is she planning on doing now?" I think.
Chapter 2
She pulls up my Chemise, exposing my ass, and after a minute of silence says, "ouch, I bet those welts sting a bit. Stay there, don't move, I'll be right back."
I rub my wrists, and wonder where we're going today. I hear Jennifer opening cabinets in the bathroom, and return to sit on the bed next to me.
Flinching when she touches my ass, she giggles and tells me to relax. I feel her spread another cold, slimy gel across my welts, and smell the odor of triple antibiotic ointment. A few minutes later, my pain fades to almost nothing.
"Thank you, Miss Jennifer."
She leans down and kisses the back of my head, and say's "we have to get moving, we're meeting Cindy for brunch at Noon "
"Yes Miss Jennifer."
I roll out of bed and use the commode. I'm trying to piss, while squeezing my sphincter to keep the plug in, and it ain't easy, let me tell ya.
I wipe, flush, and brush my teeth, wondering what the day has in store for me.
Jennifer walks in and says, "into the shower, face down, ass up, this ass needs an enema!"
I remove my Chemise, assume the position, and close my eyes in resignation.
Damn if being a slave isn't hard work!
Jennifer hangs a rubber bag with a long hose and nozzle from the shower head, kneels down next to me, pops the plug out, and lubes my anus up quick and efficiently.
As she inserts the nozzle in my ass, she explains that since this is my first enema, she's only using two liters of solution.
"Do not move, do not push the nozzle out, this should take ten minutes to empty the bag." Jennifer says as she starts the flow.
"It will get uncomfortable, you will feel bloated and get cramps, but that's part of being a woman." she says in her evil tone.
I kneel there and feel my bowels fill with liquid. The pressure starts to build and the urge to expel the solution is almost unbearable.
As if by magic, Jen reappears just as the bottle empties. She helps me stand up and tells me I must hold the solution in for twenty minutes to get the full benefit.
I tell her I'll do my best, just as the cramps double me over.
"I have an idea!" Jennifer says, "stand on your head and teach me how to call you a dirty slut in Russian."
I gaze up into her serious looking face, and wonder if she's fucking insane.
I lower my hands to the tiled floor, and have to pause due to cramps. I'm about to attempt a headstand when she busts out laughing.
"Oh Princess, I do love fucking with you, just try to hold it seven more minutes."
I manage somehow to hold on and just make it to the commode before the Tsunami starts.
It takes a while to expel two liters of water, and twenty four years of leftovers, but when all is finally said and done, my body seems to feel lighter.
I wipe, flush for the fifth time, and wash my hands. I'm smiling until Jennifer says, "back in and resume the position, we're not done yet."
She quickly sticks one lubed finger up my ass, before inserting a smaller nozzle.
"Now we're douching, all girls want to feel fresh down there. This will only take a minute."
I can hear her squeeze the bottle, and the liquid jet up my rectum, but it's not nearly as uncomfortable as the enema.
The bottles empty in three minutes, and she allows me to expel the fragrant liquid after two more minutes.
I purge, wipe, flush, and wash once more, this time washing the butt plug too.
"Thank you, Miss Jennifer" I say, and ask what's next.
She lubes the plug and inserts it, then reapplies some more triple a cream to my ass, and my clitty too this time, before telling me to go start my make up.
Chapter 3
I sit down and moisturize, and apply my mineral foundation. I follow that with some eye shadow primer. While the primer sets, I fill in my brows, and line my water lines in black.
I line the insides of my upper lids, before drawing a fine line at the base of my lashes. I follow up with the lash lengthening mascara.
Jennifer walks out of the closet with a armful of my new clothes, sets them on the bed, and comes to inspect my make up.
"Pretty good job Princess, but you really don't need to line both the inner and outer lid, unless you're really going for the dramatic."
"Thank you Miss Jennifer, I'll remember that next time."
"What is with you today?"
"I'm sorry Miss Jennifer, I'm just tired. I didn't get much sleep."
"Well snap out of it, you need to be on your toes for Mistress," she says in a slightly pissed off tone.
"I will, my love." I reply, and her face softens into a warm smile.
"Here, let me do your shadow real quick, we need to step it up a bit."
She selects a copper for my lid, a chocolate for my crease, and an egg creme for my brow bone. Jennifer quickly blends them in, and applies a second coat of mascara.
The colors work fantastic with my blue eyes, making them look bold and dramatic.
"It's a little much for Sunday Brunch, but you'll be ok."
I walk to the bed and see my new Fredrick's Legendary Lace Cami bra. I slip my arms through the straps, and fasten the triple hooks. I adjust the girls for a perfect fit, and spot the garter belt and stockings.
A thrill goes up my spine, I haven't experienced stockings or garters yet.
I hook the black lace garter belt around my hips, and sit down to put on my shimmery sheer black stockings.
I roll them into a Rose and slide them up very carefully, making sure they're straight. I hook the tops with the garters, and look to Jennifer for approval.
She shoots me a thumbs up gesture, and I slide into my new padded pantie gaff. The pads are a bit bigger than Jen's pair, so my hips and ass really pop out.
My welts start stinging again, particularly the welt just below my cheeks, reminding me of my punishment.
I adjust the garters, and pick up my dress. It's a Betsey Johnson Leopard Stretch Taffeta Bustle dress in black.
Jen raises an eyebrow and asks, "aren't you going to wear a slip Princess?"
Blushing a bit, I set down the dress and grab my black satin slip. I step into it and slide it up to my hips.
I finally get to put on my first dress! I slip it over my head, and slide it down my body. I feel the bustle form around my tits as I pull the hem down.
The waist fits snugly, and the skirt molds itself to my curves before coming to a stop just above my knees. The back has three rows of ruffles starting at the narrowest part of my waist, and ending mid ass.
I slide on the 3.5" Manolo Blahnik Sedaraby shoes Jennifer chose, and hurry to the closet.
I quickly don a long straight
blond wig with bangs, and look at myself in the full length mirror.
"Oh my fuckin Gawd!" The clothes DO make the woman! I look like some rich Beverly Hills Princess, ready for a day of shopping on Rodeo Drive.
I grab my new Roger Vivier clutch, and walk over to the end table where my purse is. I transfer my small Coach wallet into my clutch, along with my eye liner and mascara.
Jen calls me over to pin my wig and finish my cheeks and lips. My lips are bronze, and somehow much fuller than I can create. I finish up with my perfume as she zips me up.
Jennifer hands me my new Patek Phillipe watch, and a beautiful Pearl choker, and drop earrings.
I slip the lipstick into my clutch and ask for permission to go to the kitchen for a drink.
Jen waves me on, saying she'll be down in ten minutes.
Chapter 4
For some reason I feel much more feminine in the dress than I have all weekend. I don't know if it's the garter, stockings, slip, form fitting dress, or a combination of them all.
I stop in the office to clean up my dinner mess, and to grab my Virginia Slims. I dump the pizza box, put my tea cup and wine glass in the dish washer, start a pot of coffee, and step out for a cigarette.
When Jennifer comes out to join me, she's wearing a Carmen Marc Valvo Two-Tone Beaded Strapless Dress, sheer nude stockings, and Dolce Vita Tavi Jeweled Suede Pumps with 4.5" heels.
Her eyes are a Smokey black, and her lipstick is crimson red. She looks great, as usual, and I tell her so.
She grabs a cigarette out of her Badgley Mischka Beaded Clutch, and looks at me with narrowed eyes.
I start to feel self conscious after a minute, and I can't maintain eye contact.
"Are you going to tell me what the problem is, or are you planning to remain standoffish all fuckin day?"
"I'm sorry Miss..."
"Don't give me that Miss Jennifer bullshit! You obviously have a bug up your ass, and we need to resolve it, before Mistress comes down."
"Actually it's a butt plug up my ass, but I'd really don't want to talk about it, please, my love, can we just drop it?"
"Oh, it's my love now, is it? Are you going to try and pull that shit every time your ordered to do something you won't like?"
"It's not like that, and you know it! As of yesterday afternoon I've done everything you asked of me."
"Your supposed to, SLAVE! By now you surely know the definition of the word."
"You don't understand my point of view, so can we please drop it, Miss Jennifer?"
"EYE don't understand your point of view? EYE who's been a slave here for four..."
"YOU BROKE MY HEART LAST NIGHT! There, are you happy now?"
"What the fuck did I do last night? Was the spanking a little too rough for you? If so, too fuckin bad, it's called punishment for a reason."
"It wasn't the spanking Miss Jennifer, hell my Father hit me a lot harder than that."
"Well Amanda, would you care to elaborate? Because I'm fucking clueless here."
"It was the reason you punished me! You knew I had to complete a task for Mistress, yet you had to go and try to make it impossible for me to complete my task!"
"So."
"Tell me, did you feel like Queen of the ball, when you humiliated me, just to amuse your fucking cunt friends?"
"Your about to cross a line you don't want to cross, slave!"
"I'd have you on your knees, licking my shoes if we weren't going out to Brunch. Who the fuck do you think you are to question my methods? You are my slave, if I decide that you're to ride the X Scream naked, with a 10" dildo jammed down your throat, you better fucking try your best to complete my order!"
Chapter 5
"Jennifer, Amanda, my office, now."
Susan is standing in the door, wearing a Donna Karan skirt suit in Navy, with a white silk blouse under the blazer, and navy hose. Her shoes are Kenneth Cole 3" pumps in white.
Her make up is minimal, with smoky, charcoal lined eyes, and rose colored lips.
We enter Mistress's office and she has us sit across from her at her desk.
"Would one of you care to tell me why my two slaves are at each others throats, in MY house?"
"Amanda?"
"Mistress, Miss Jennifer and I are just going over the finer points of the protocols I need to know."
Her eyebrow goes up, and she stares at me for the longest minute of my life.
"That answer is unacceptable, you sit there and think about it."
"Jennifer, why are you yelling at our slave on my patio? Haven't I taught you any better?"
"Yes Mistress, I apologize for my unacceptable behavior, I do know better."
"Your apology didn't answer my question. Did Amanda disobey an order?"
"No Mistress."
"Did she do something without asking permission?"
"No Mistress."
Another eyebrow, "Interesting."
Jennifer finally answers "Mistress, I wanted to see if Amanda was up for a challenge. I wanted to see how she handled orders from both of us at the same time."
"I see, didn't we discuss this yesterday morning?"
"Yes Mistress, but I'm afraid I took things a little too far."
"Amanda, have you come up with a better answer?"
"Yes Mistress, I felt that Miss Jennifer was sabotaging my chance of completing the task you assigned me. She informed me that my opinion was wrong, and was reminding me of my duties."
"I see...Have you finished your assigned task?"
"No Mistress, I was unable to complete the task as ordered. I am deeply ashamed that I was unable to finish. Please punish me, I deserve it, and promise to work harder to be a better slave."
"Do you always give up this easily under adversity? Was Mr Crockett wrong about you?"
My throat goes dry and I say, "no Mistress!"
She glances at the clock, and says, "it's 11:22, we're leaving at 11:30."
She raises her eyebrow, and I stand up to rush to the kitchen.
I grab my jar out of the fridge, hike up my dress, and slip, loosen the gaff, and drop my panties.
I can't get it up! No matter what I think about, my clity just won't respond.
I look around in panic, and catch a glimpse of myself reflected off the French Doors, so I step out of my panties, grab the jar and hobble over to them.
I see my stocking tops contrasting with my creamy white thighs, and the garters, running down from my black lace garter belt that frames my bald pubic area, and get an instant hard on.
I stare at my long stocking encased legs, my sexy Manolo shoes, and start stroking my still raw clitty.
I look at my made up face, framed by my long blonde wig, my full pouting lips, and my large tits, and cum.
It's just enough to touch the bottom of the line in the jar, I see, much to my relief.
I seal the jar, wipe myself with a wet paper towel, wash my hands, and slide my panties back up.
I pour myself a cup of coffee, and head back towards the office. I hear voices through the closed office door, and think better of knocking.
I go outside and light a cigarette, making sure to stay well away from the office doors.
After seven minutes, Jennifer stands and opens the French Door. "Come Amanda, we must go."
I stub out my cigarette, pick up our purses, and head inside.
Both of my owners seem calm and collected, as I step into the office.
"Jennifer, go get the Bentley please, we'll meet you out front."
Jennifer leaves and Susan gives me a long appraising glance before saying, "Amanda, what are we to do with you?"
"Have I displeased you, Mistress? I shall do better, I swear, please allow me to stay."
She raises her brow, and says, "it's time to go."
We walk through the foyer and Susan sets the alarm and locks the door.
I hold the door and assist Susan into the Bentley, and climb into the passenger's seat.
Chapter 6
We arrive at the Venetian, and head into Bouchon.
Cindy, or Sam, as I find out, is waiting for us, wearing a charcoal gray pinstripe Seville Row three piece suit, and carrying a briefcase.
He's about 5'10, with a medium build, and brown hair, starting to gray at the temples.
Susan kisses him on the cheek in greeting, and the Hostess shows us to our seat.
We enjoy a leisurely brunch, and Cindy opens his briefcase and hands Susan a file folder, and envelope.
"Jennifer, why don't you and Amanda try your luck while Sam and I go over these contracts, I'll call you when we're done."
Jennifer and I decide to ride the gondola so we can talk. Jennifer pays for the private boat, and we settle in for the ride.
"Thanks for throwing me under the heel back at home. I really appreciate it" Jennifer finally says in a low voice.
"I threw you under the heel? I told Mistress you were explaining my position, she didn't accept that. What was I supposed to do, lie?"
"Why did you tell her I was trying to sabotage you?"
"What would you call it? It sure seemed like you were trying to stop me from filling that damn jar."
"I was just having a little fun."
"Yeah by humiliating me, and trying to make my co...er clitty too damn sore to touch. Why do you say you love me one minute, and hurt me the next?"
"I do love you, but I was issued a challenge that you caused me to lose last night, so you were punished."
"So I'm just a play thing, to be abused on a whim?"
"You are my slave, so if I want to humiliate you, or spank you, I will. You need to realize that you are my slave."
"I see, thank you for the clarification, Miss Jennifer."
"You keep saying you understand and accept your slavery, so you better stop this Bella like emo teen angst shit, its starting to piss me off, so man up. I love you Princess, maybe too much, but I am your master first, and lover second."
This was the moment everything clicked into place. I was in love with a true Sadist.
Chapter 7
Can I handle being in love with a Sadist?
A small part of me is frightened by the prospect, but a bigger, more competitive side is up for the challenge!
I love her, and my epiphany hasn't changed that. So it's time to "man up" and show her.
We're walking down the concourse when I spot a Ladies room, so I decide to make my move.
"Miss Jennifer, may I use the restroom, please?"
"Jennifer in public, remember?"
She follows me in like I hoped she would. The restroom is not very crowded, there's a couple of ladies by the sink fixing their make up.
The two stalls closest to the exit are occupied, so Jennifer heads toward one of the remaining three, and I walk behind her.
As we approach the handicap stall, I give her a nudge into it, and quickly follow her in.
She turns with fury in her eyes, and I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her with all the pent up anger I have.
Jennifer pushes me against the stall wall, the look of fury quickly becomes one of hunger.
She grabs my right wrist and twists it behind my back, and pins me against the wall.
She looks into my eyes, seeing the desire in them, and crushes her lips against mine, while twisting my arm higher.
I moan softly in pain and desire. I whisper in her ear, more Mistress, hurt me!
She stares into my soul and crushes her lips against mine again.
Her other hand reaches up between my legs and slaps upward, grazing my cock pulled back by the gaff.
She hears my little gasp of pain, and I see the pleasure and lust in her eyes.
She takes my earlobe in her teeth and nips it before whispering, "oh Princess, you have no idea of what I'm capable of."
I nip her ear in return and whisper, "give it your best shot, bitch."
Chapter 8
We emerge from the stall to the disapproving stares of a couple of women.
In defiance, I lean over and French kiss Jennifer.
The ladies rush out, no doubt to call security, so we quickly fix our make up, and get the he'll out of there.
We're walking down the concourse giggling as security rushes by.
A hand lands on Jennifer's shoulder, as a voice behind us says, "Ladies, a word if you don't mind."
We turn around with innocence plastered on our faces. There are two security guys standing there with stern looks on their faces.
"Is there a problem, Officer?" Jen asks sweetly.
"There was a report of a commotion in the restroom you just left. We don't allow inappropriate behavior in our establishment."
"Since when is kissing your lover inappropriate behavior?" Do you warn every gambler that kisses their lover for luck about your policy?"
I can see the poor guy getting flustered, he's clearly out of his league against Jennifer.
I look on in amusement and watch the gears spinning in his head.
To pour a little salt on the wound, Jennifer adds, "By now your boss has reviewed the camera footage of us entering and leaving the restroom, and knows we were only in there for five minutes. Unlike you BOYS, it takes us girls a little longer to do anything "inappropriate," so I ask you again, is there a problem here?"
And to kick the guy in his nuts while he's down, she throws in, "my Attorney happens to be enjoying brunch at Bouchon with our Boss, do I need to call him down here?"
She hands the guard Sam's business card, and raises an eyebrow expectantly.
He holds up a hand and actually says, "wait one," and takes a few steps away from us, talking into his radio.
Jennifer looks at the partner with a gleam in her eye, and he shrugs with a "I ain't getting involved" look.
By now I'm having a very hard time holding the laughter in. My hand is already hiding my shit eating grin, and my shoulders are shaking with mirth.
Jen throws me a wink that almost sets me off, as Joe Hardass returns and pulls his partner to the side.
They talk softly to each other for a minute, and Jen whispers, "by now they've watched the footage of us entering and leaving the john, and have verified Sam is on site, dining with Susan Madison."
"I predict they will graciously apologize for inconveniencing us, and hastily retreat...Oh, and it will be the silent partner who apologizes."
Sure enough, Silent Bob approaches us, hands Jen her card back, and informs us that a call to Mr Remington wouldn't be necessary, and on behalf of the Venetian hotel, please accept our deepest apologies, and $1000 in chips, for your inconvenience.
Jen warmly thanks Silent Bob, and we turn around to walk away.
I say to Jen mischievously, "you missed the part about the $1000 bucks, Ms Cleo."
She raises her eyebrow and says, "what do you think graciously means, in Vegas?"
"Touche, my love, Touche!"
Chapter 9
We collect our complimentary chips and quickly give them right back in one spin of the Roulette table.
"Always bet on black, eh Wesley?"
Susan calls, so we meet her and Sam at the Valet stand. Sam bows to each of us, ending with Susan, with hers being deeper and longer.
Susan say's "Amanda, please drive us home, I must speak with Jennifer."
"Yes, Ms Susan," I reply. I tip the Valet $20 and climb behind the wheel, while Jennifer gets in back with Susan.
I can hear the soft murmurs from the back seat, but can't make out the words.
I suddenly hear them both laugh, and know all is well in my little corner of the world.
We arrive home at 2:00 and I drop Susan and Jennifer at the front door before parking the car.
I enter through the garage and walk into the office to the amused looks of my Mistress's and the sound of my cell saying, "throw me a frikkin bone here, I'm the Boss, need the info!"
With a chagrined look I explain tell them that's my voice mail ring tone.
"Well aren't you going to listen to the message?" Jen asks with her "I know because I saw your missed call screen." look.
She hands me the cell, and says, "on speaker, Princess."
I dial my number and set it on speaker.
I enter the code and the robot tells me I have two voice mails.
The first is from my manager, asking how Friday's sales went, but the second one...
A cute, overly cheerful voice says,"Hi, Adam? This is Tracie, we met last Sunday at Shenanigans. We played pool together, and I really liked the way you handle your cue stick, giggle. Anyway, I was hoping you would be there again tonight. Talk to you later, muah."
Jennifer is snickering, it must be due to the blank, confused look on my face.
"Wow, she sounds cute! I think we should go to Shenanigans tonight, don't you, Amanda?"
"Wha?" And then I remember two brunette's my co worker George and I played pool with.
"I don't even know her, Mistress, honest! A couple of co workers and I went there for the fight last week. I kind of remember playing a game of pool, and some darts, with a couple of girls, but I didn't even ask for her number. I swear!"
Jennifer starts laughing at the panic in my voice, and Susan says, "perhaps you should call her back, and invite her to come over for a swim and dinner," with a deadpan delivery.
"Yes, Mistress, what should I tell her we're having?"
Susan laughs now, and say's "I was joking, darling. Loosen up already."
I can't tell you how relieved I am.
"What do you girls say to a lounge by the pool, and take out Chinese for dinner?"
Jennifer and I agree to the plan.
"Ok my pets, go change."
I say, "Mistress, may I show you something I've been working on before we change?"
"Of course darling, by the way, I haven't told you how beautiful you look today, I just love you in that dress. That goes for you too, Jennifer."
I walk over to join her behind the desk, and ask if I may use the computer. She nods her permission, so I type in the URL of the website I constructed, and step back around the desk.
I stand there, with my hands folded, and watch her grab her mouse.
After five anxious minutes, she looks up and tells me to have a seat.
"Jennifer, come have a look at what our Amanda was doing last night."
Jen leans in and stares at the monitor as Susan clicks through the links.
After five more excruciating minutes, they both look at me with identical neutral expressions.
I'm sitting on the edge of my chair, knees pressed tightly together, and ready to bite my nails.
Jennifer speaks first. "And I thought you just watched porn and jerked off all night."
Did I hear a tone of approval in there?
Mistress is staring at me now expressionless before the eyebrow goes up and my eyes drop.
"Look at me Amanda."
I look up and she continues, "my current website took a month to complete, and cost me $75,000. That didn't include the production costs of the videos."
My mouth goes dry, I can't tell if she hates my website, or what.
She continues, "you managed to build this, while working on your assignment, With Jennifer harassing you?
I whisper, yes Mistress, I'm sorry if it offends you. I shouldn't have taken the liberty and left Jennifer's computer alone. Miss Jennifer, I'm very sorry."
"Jennifer and I have something to discuss, be a dear and run upstairs and change."
Jennifer says, "here, let me unzip you first."
Chapter 10
She walks over and unzips me, and snaps my bra strap!
I run upstairs, and I quickly take off my wig and dress and slip, hanging them up before I admire myself in my lingerie.
I look so fuckin sexy in my bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and Manolos.
I sigh and grab a red two piece bikini, and sit down to remove my stockings.
I take off the rest of my lingerie and walk to the vanity.
I remove my make up, and jewelry before applying the cherry liner and lippy. I dress in the bikini, and slip on my Choo wedges, grab my cigarettes, and head poolside, via the kitchen.
I can see Susan and Jennifer still looking at the website when I light up a cigarette.
They wouldn't still be looking at it if they hated it, would they?
I finish my cigarette and hop in the hot tub to try and relieve my neck muscles.
Susan come out twenty minutes later, wearing nothing but sunglasses, and Jennifer follows ten minutes later with a pitcher of frozen Margaritas.
Jennifer looks at my bikini, and raises her brow, before handing me a pair of Chanel sunglasses. She dons a pair of D&G's herself, and Mistress is wearing Prada's
They leave me hanging about the website as they light up cigarettes, so I quickly strip before jumping in the pool to cool off.
I climb out and recline on a Chaise Lounger, as my owners hop in the pool for a bit before joining me poolside.
I pour the drinks as Jennifer spreads suntan oil all over Susan, as I look on with envy. When she finishes, she comes over to me, and repeats the process, taking the time to give my balls a squeeze.
I return the favor, minus the nut cracker, of course, and we soak up the hot Nevada sun.
The suspense finally gets to me, and I have to ask Mistress what she thought of the new website.
"We'll talk about it over dinner, my pet, let's enjoy the sun, shall we?"
Taking the not so subtle hint, I lay back. We lounge for about thirty minutes before Jennifer say's,
"Ok Princess, you're starting to turn pink, hop in the pool to cool off."
I do as I'm told, and Jennifer joins me.
We manage to do some heavy petting, and make out a bit before climbing out of the pool.
We have a cigarette under the shade of the umbrella and Jennifer say's in a close Tracie imitation, "Let's go shoot some pool, I want too see how well you handle your cue stick, giggle."
Mistress laughs as I turn red.
"Clothes and heels?" I inquire.
"Naked, just wear your Choo's," is her reply.
Chapter 11
We grab a quick shower downstairs to wash off the chlorine and suntan oil, before Jen tells me to rack em, and runs upstairs.
She returns carrying a pillowcase sized black velvet sack. I look at it inquiringly, but she lays it on the bar, while ignoring the question.
She claims the break, naturally, and sinks the five ball. We take turns making and missing shots because we're fondling each other.
She finally sinks the eight, so I drop to my knees and kiss both ass cheeks.
We kiss a little more before she walks to the bar and picks up the velvet bag.
"Mistress has a present she asked me to give you, so close your eyes, and hold out your hands."
A shot of adrenaline shoots through me, and I close my eyes, and hold out my hands.
"You're peeking! I said no peeking, just for that, you'll turn around."
I turn my back to her remembering that I challenged a Sadist, a chill runs down my spine."
She silently steps up and places the bag over my head. "There, no more peeking. Now turn around and hold out your hands."
I do as I'm ordered, and hold out my hands, palm up.
"This is pretty heavy, you might want to spread your arms and legs a bit."
I do as I'm told and spread my legs, bending my knees to absorb the weight.
I try to imagine what it is, I know it's heavy, and fits in a pillowcase.
Suddenly I feel loops circle my wrists, and pull tight! Then a rope passes between my legs, and forces my hands rather forcefully, to smack into my groin. Jen steps behind me and pulls the rope so far up the crack of my ass that it shoves the butt plug in further.
The rope encircles my neck, and Jen ties a knot at my shoulder blade level.
All this happens in about five seconds, and I'm pretty much helpless and at her mercy.
Jennifer demonstrates her control over me by gripping the rope just above the knot. She squeezes it and the rope cutting off the blood flow to my brain. She then tugs it side to side, demonstrating how easy I can be forced to move.
I feel her hot breath on my neck when she says, "Mistress would like a word with you, slave." Then bites down hard on my earlobe.
We stand there in silence for a few minutes before Mistress rips the bag off, and grabs my nuts already being squeezed by the rope.
"Well pet, so far you've enjoyed the carrot, yes?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Now it's time for the stick, slave." She stares into my eyes as she crushes my balls. If Jennifer wasn't holding me up, I would have dropped like a rock.
She wraps her left hand around my neck and pulls my lips to hers, causing the rope around my neck to strangle me.
Susan kisses me passionately while I strangle before biting my lower lip, splitting it and drawing blood.
She finally releases my neck just as I'm about to black out. Mistress replaces the sack over my head, as I gulp air to catch my breath I think I hear,
"You may have one hour, Darling, then have her ready for me."
Jennifer's joyful "thank you, Mistress," chills me to the bone.
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