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Amanda's Journey into Domination
Chapter 1
"Oh ooh oh yes Mistress fuck me, it feels sooo good! Ah ahhh oooooh yes. Shove that hard cock deep, ah ah ah, fuck me, spank me, slam my ass, my love!"
Well dear readers here we are again, back by popular demand.
(This one's for you MiLady.)
I'm bound to the bed, face down, ass up, getting fucked by Mistress Jennifer.
It's been a very busy, sometimes painful three years since my enslavement started, and I wouldn't change a minute of it.
I have a hot 36-20-34 body, nice plump lips, and shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights. Big Sapphire blue eyes, and a very flirtatious personality.
I started my hormones thirty months ago, had my breasts, ass, and hips enhanced twenty four months ago, and my Adam's Apple removed twenty months ago.
I have finished Beauty School, and continue to improve the Spa's marketing online. Thanks to my web site and the idea to use the up and coming female band The Harpies to promote Madison cosmetics, we've raced to the top of the pack.
Susan was so impressed with the meteoric success, she promoted me to Executive Vice President of Internet Sales for Madison Enterprises.
I have a ridiculously large seven figure salary, with stock options, and bonuses of 15% of all web sales. I am a very wealthy young woman now.
Susan has added on to the house, building a suite for Jennifer and I to share, with twin walk in closets, a huge walk in shower, dual sink vanity, sitting area with 52" HD TV, and king sized bed.
The main floor consists of a grand ballroom, and lower level has a 50' four bay firing range for me to practice my shooting.
"You are such a dirty fuckin slut, aren't you, Princess? You want this cock buried in your sweet, slutty ass."
"Oh yes Mistress! I want you to fill my ass with your hot delicious cum."
"Say it slut! You would rather suck my cock and swallow my load, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress, please allow me to suck you dry."
She thrusts frantically and grunts, "No, bitch, I'm gonna tickle your tonsils from this end."
She grabs my hair and pulls my head back as her balls slap against mine. "You are such a sexy little whore, just look at this perfect ass with my cock buried in it, who owns you, Bitch?"
"You do, Mistress!"
She grabs my dangling balls and squeezes, "Who the fuck owns you!"
I whimper out, "you do my Goddess!"
Her hands release my balls and hair, and grab my hips. I can tell she's close to cumming, so I rock my hips, thrusting my ass deeper onto her cock.
"You better cum with me, slut! You have fifteen seconds."
Her words set me off so I beg her to cum. We cum together, and she lays over my back with her cock still buried in my ass. She reaches around to pinch my nipples, as she kisses my back.
After we catch our breaths, she detaches the test tube attached to my cock, and uses a finger to scoop her cum out of my ass, before standing up. She unties my hands and points to the carpet.
"On your knees, Princess."
I roll out of bed and onto my knees, she steps closer, and I take her cum coated cock in my mouth to clean her off.
I can taste the vinegar from the douche we used last night after my weekly enema, as I suck her clean.
I tilt my head back and open my mouth after I finish cleaning her cock. She pours our combined cum into my mouth and I swallow. I lick the test tube clean until my Mistress is satisfied.
"Thank you, Mistress." I say and climb to my feet.'
Chapter 2
I look at the alarm clock on my bedside table, it reads 6:43 on Thursday. We jump in the shower, and get ready for the day.
I select my Calvin Klein Leopard Print Belted Jacket & Skirt, with a INC, Pleated Empire Waist Silk Tank, INC Posh Platform Boots and apply my make up.
I choose the Purple Rain look and finish up with my Madison Seduction perfume.
*Note to readers, instead of describing the make up, I decided to show you instead. Go to Utube and check out kuuipo1207. The woman is amazing and CD friendly.The outfits are real too, Google is your friend;)*
My lingerie choices are, Black La Perla Glamour Bra & Thong set, Myla Body Silk suspender, and Wolford Individual 10 Stockings.
I grab two sets of small white gold hoops, a one carat Sapphire set in a white gold oval setting, three white gold bangles, and my platinum Bulova watch.
Jennifer chooses a Metallic Brown look with her crimson lipstick.
She's wearing her DKNYC Sleeveless Gathered Dress in black, suntan hosiery, and 3" Prada Sling Backs.
I still can't believe how beautiful she is. If she stood next to Kim Kard, she would look like a slightly older, taller twin.
I clip my iPhone to my belt, grab my Pozen purse, and head downstairs. Jennifer follows me after a minute.
I start the turkey bacon and separate egg yolks from the whites for omelets, as Jennifer starts the coffee, and slices the fruit.
I quickly dice a bell pepper and onion, adding them to the pan, before adding the egg whites. I add a bit of extra sharp Cheddar and Swiss to the egg whites, before sliding them onto the plates.
"We need a Chef, I really hate cooking." I say to Jennifer.
"What?"
"I said..."
"I heard what you said, Princess, you're a genius!"
She sets down her knife and grabs me in a hug. I'm confused, I have no idea what she's talking about.
Susan enters the kitchen and we say, "good morning, Mistress," in unison.
"Good morning, my loves," Jennifer, what's our schedule for today?"
We carry our plates to the kitchen, and I grab the coffee pot, and cups.
We sit down to eat, and Jennifer says, "Our limo will be here at 9:00 to take us to the board meeting which is scheduled for 10:00. We're having a late lunch with the Harrah's people at 2:00. After that we need to stop by the Fashion Mall location. There's been a problem with stock pilfering we need to address. After that, we're clear.
"Amanda?"
"I'll be at the board meeting, then I need to spend some time with my people at Headquarters, after that, I have to shoot a qualifier match. I should be home by 7:00."
Very well, you'll join us for dinner at 8:30 at the Eiffel Tower. Dress accordingly, Darling, we're meeting friends."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Mistress?" Jennifer says, "Amanda came up with a brilliant idea where we might find our next Majordomo."
I did?
Susan raises her brow expectantly.
"I ah, Mistress Jennifer, maybe you should explain." I say, embarrassed.
Jennifer smirks before saying, "Amanda suggested we should get a Chef, and I thought that a Chef would make a excellent Majordomo. We wouldn't have to worry about an outside career, since her work space would be our kitchen. It would be a perfect choice."
"Amanda, what a lovely idea, well done, my pet."
Jennifer, laughing, whispers in a stage voice, "She just hates cooking."
I lower my red face but feel relief when Susan laughs.
We finish breakfast, and step outside for a cigarette. I ask Jennifer if she has a plan to "hire" our new girl, and she says,
"I have an idea I'd like to discuss. First we check the web for any local culinary academy's, here and in LA if need be. We find out when the graduation date is, and pay them a visit a month prior."
"We have lunch, and ask to meet the Chef's. We should be able to figure out which ones are suitable for our need, and have them come here for an interview. What do you think, Mistress?"
"That sounds like a good start, love. I'm challenging both of you to select a potential, the first one of you to get your girl fully dressed will be rewarded, understood?"
"Yes, Mistress." We say in unison.
Chapter 3
Jennifer does her research as I think up a way to get my girl in make up, and clothes.
Jen finds out that the local Le Cordon Bleu school has a pretty bad reputation, and the other has ties with the union, so she searches in LA.
She settles in on the California Culinary Schools & Institutes, when see's they're graduating a class in five weeks.
Jennifer phones the school, and explains that we're looking to hire a personal Chef, and would like to make an appointment to sample the food, and meet the Chefs. And appointment is made for Tomorrow Morning.
We decide to make it a three day weekend, and take the corporate Gulfstream instead of driving.
Jennifer and I leave first thing Friday morning. We hit LA around 8:30 and
drop our bags in the company beach house in Marina Del Rey.
No sooner do I set down my bags when Jennifer twists my wrist up behind my back, pinning it between our bodies.
She grabs my hair and pulls my head back, leans in, and whispers,
"So slavey, Mistress has decided to pit us against each other."
I can feel her tits pressing against my back, and can imagine her cock seeking my ass, if she weren't wearing a gaff.
"How about we make a little side bet, hmm?"
She starts licking my neck, which sends shivers racing up and down my spine.
She forces me into the bedroom, and throws me face down on the bed. She quickly climbs on top of me and straddles my hips.
Her fingernail starts tracing my "Mistress Jennifer's Bitch" tat.
"What did you have in mind, Mistress?"
"Oh, I was thinking that if you win, I'd submit to you for a full hour in the dungeon, without you having to fear any repercussions on my part."
"Interesting, you would be willing to bottom to me for one hour, and promise not to seek revenge when the hour is complete?"
"That's it, Princess, I know you've been wanting to fuck me in the ass for three gears now, here's your chance."
"And if you win?"
I can hear the wickedness in her voice as she replies, "since you hate to dance, you will take stripper lessons, and dance for me."
"That's it?" I ask in a skeptical tone.
"I get to choose your clothes, music, and shoes, and you'll have to install a pole in our suite at home, deal?"
She leans down and lays across my back. Her hands work their way under me and start teasing my nipples as she kisses and licks the back of my neck.
"Oh Mistress," I say in a breathy voice, "I believe you have me at a disadvantage."
"Of course I do, and I always will."
"I meant, you're prettier than me, and more experienced at this. I'd like better odds before I commit."
Jennifer rolls off me and stands up, and walks to the closet. "Get your ass over here," she orders, and I join her.
She grabs the back of my neck, and forces me to look in the mirror.
"Tell me what you see!" Jennifer demands.
"Uh, I see one gorgeous young lady, and one cute girl. Both are well dressed, and perfectly made up."
"Let me tell you what I see, I see one Dominant, and her much prettier than she thinks, slave...What I should be seeing is two Alpha females, ready to enslave every man in LA."
"You've been trained by the best Mentor in the world for the last three years. When it comes to internet sales, you're second to none! Now where the fuck is this self doubt coming from?"
Jennifer gives me a shake, "Your second day! You used your power over men to complete your task for Mistress! So why are you so timid now? Have you learned nothing in the last three years?"
"Am I too controlling for you to exert your dominant side? Can you be both a Domme and slave? I need to know, and so will Susan."
"What if I can't be both? What happens to me then?"
"That's not the question you need to be asking me, Princess. That is entirely up to our owner."
"Just tell me one thing, did you back down from Joe Fortier when he tried to blame your department for his failure to meet his sales quota?"
"No Mistress," I say, humbled.
"No, you handed him his ass, and pink slip to boot! THAT is the Amanda, Susan and I are expecting to join us as Mistress of the house. Can you do it, Princess?"
"Yes Jennifer, I can!"
"Jennifer? Do remember who you're talking to, slavey. I'd hate to have to remind you in public."
"I'm sorry Mistress, I just got a little enthused, please forgive me."
"This time Princess, now strip! We need to determine just who gets first pick today."
Surprisingly, Jennifer strips as well and leads me back to the bed.
"Now for a little contest, the last one to cum gets first pick today."
We lay down in a side by side sixty nine position, and I wait for her to make the first move.
I feel her lips wrap around my head and it's game on! I take her hard cock deep, making sure my lips press against every inch along the way.
I reach the base and start using my tongue on the throbbing veins along the top of her cock.
I rapidly bob my head up and down in rhythm while I tease her balls and taint with my French manicured nails.
Jennifer is moaning as my cock pops out of her mouth, and she quickly strokes it to try to get me off first.
I'm doing my best, and she's a bit out of practice, because I feel her fighting an orgasm.
She takes me in her mouth again, only she uses her teeth to scrape the entire length of my cock.
I hiss in pain, and reach for her asshole, I try to get a finger in there, but she's clinched too damn tight.
She starts spanking my ass as she's sucking me, and it's starting to work. I can feel my orgasm building, and can't stop her cock from popping out as I whimper in pleasure.
Jennifer releases my cock and in her most dominant tone says,
"Cum now you fuckin cock sucking slut!"
She swallows me as I can't stop myself from blowing my load.
She sucks me clean, as I finally get her off.
Chapter 4
I curse myself for the conditioned response as we grab a shower and get ready to head to the school for lunch.
I choose a Donna Karan Halter Bodysuit in lieu of a Thong and my white Levanta Cola Jeans, and Missoni Rope boots.
I go with an Autumn Berry Neutral look, with Raspberry lipstick.
Jennifer is dressed to kill in her ABS Animal Print Puff Shoulder Dress, and Brian Atwood Dickinson leather boots.
Her make up consists of fall inspired Smokey Arabic eye look, and copper lipstick.
We arrive at the institute just before the lunch crowd, and meet with the head instructor Shannon Collins.
Shannon explains that of the sixteen students ready for graduation, five of her students stand out.
"Debra Foster, Miguel Serrano, Walter Blackman, Shenay Salinger, and Tommy Carson, no relation"
We thank her for the information and go to the restaurant. Jennifer and I lament that it would be nice to have a female slave, but Susan won't allow it.
She requires a cock on all of her personal slaves.
Chapter 5
We decide to order three dishes each, to sample the different flavors, and styles of cuisine of the Chefs.
I start with the Long Island Duck and Potato Gnocchi, followed by a Warm Spinach and Frisée Salad, and my main course is the Dry Aged New York Steak.
Jennifer orders the Seared Sea Scallops (which I can't try, bitch!) Warm Almond Coated Goat Cheese, and Pan Roasted Breast of Chicken. We split an order of Garlic Mashed Potatoes.
The food is quite delicious, and we both agree the Duck Gnocchi is the best dish.
We ask to meet all sixteen Chef's and Shannon brings them out in groups of three.
The first group consists of Debra, another woman named Sallah, and a guy named Bruce.
We explain that we're looking for a personal Chef for three adult females, and they would have to move to Vegas.
Bruce has a family, so he gets scratched immediately. Sallah has a job in her family's restaurant, and isn't available, which leaves Debra.
Debra is one assertive little fireball, she would make a good Domme, so she's axed post haste.
The next group has Miguel, Chuck, Stephanie, Carol, and Claire.
We mentally cross off the women, and the forty something Chuck.
Miguel, otoh, is a cute young Hispanic guy, no more than 23. He's short, wiry, and I can tell Jennifer takes an instant liking to him. I'm concerned about his heavy five o'clock shadow, but hold my thoughts till later.
Our next group consists of Wally (too many tats) Shenay (would be perfect if she didn't have a vag) Freddie (big guy, well over 6'3) and a shy guy named Ed.
Ed is a little tall, 5'10 and about thirty pounds overweight. I watch Jennifer mentally dismiss him immediately, but as he's walking away, I spot what appears to be a hi cut pantie line and garter hooks in his slightly too tight pants.
"Cha-Ching!" I think, if he's already a cross dresser I could seduce him into dressing for me. I can easily whip him into shape with a good work out program, and strict diet.
The last group has Tommy, Josie, Kimberly, and Todd.
Tommy is an arrogant ass, and the only thing he'd be good for is a beating at the hands of Jennifer. Again, Kim and Josie are dismissed.
Todd has potential, but I'm not convinced he's slave material. Perhaps Jennifer or Susan could prove me wrong.
Jennifer and I inform Shannon we would let her know who's on our short list.
Chapter 6
We step outside and walk over to our car for a cigarette, and Jennifer ask's if I had a potential in mind. I already know who she chose, but I remind her she has first choice.
"Miguel, he's cute, in shape, and charming."
"Aren't you concerned about his facial hair? And he didn't scream slave to me."
"He'll submit, trust me, I saw it in his eyes. Besides, electrolysis will eliminate the hair. So, is Todd your choice?"
"No, I'm thinking Ed."
"Who the hell was Ed?"
"The chubby blonde in group three."
"Him? Are you serious? Wasn't he a little big?"
"He's under 6', and we can whip him into shape. Besides, he reminds me of a big puppy, eager to please."
Jennifer looks at me skeptically. "I think Todd is a better choice."
"Then choose him over Miguel."
Jennifer's eyes narrow, "care to up our wager, slavey?"
"Terms?"
"Ok bitch, if I get Miguel dressed first, you will come clubbing with me whenever I want. You'll not only take the stripper lessons, but you have to take a hip hop dance lessons as well."
"Steep terms, Mistress. You agreed not to force me to go clubbing after our fight two years ago."
"Are you afraid?"
Now my eyes narrow in anger.
"Nope, but you won't like my terms one bit."
"Well spit them out already!"
"Fine! If I get Ed fully dressed before you get Miguel, I want my ass hat removed. You'll have to accept a chain tat around my right ankle with your initials on the lock."
Tears well up in her eyes, and my heart breaks at the pain I just caused her.
"Do you have any idea how much that hurts me? I thought you were happy."
"I am! I love being your slave, but as my responsibilities at Madison grow, I'm expected to make more appearances, you know this."
"I'd like to wear a backless dress once in a while, while I'm young enough to pull it off."
"I love you, Mistress, more than I've loved anyone, including Susan. I don't want to hurt you, my love, I swear to God."
"You know how much it means to me to have you wear my mark! I plan on wearing you mark, only a bit more subtle mark"
"And you know how much I hate hip hop, dancing, and clubs! Two years ago you agreed to go shooting with me, and I'd go clubbing with you. You took ONE shot, set the gun down, and quit on me."
"I HATE guns!"
"And I hate that music, and dancing! But that didn't stop me from going with you, and dancing like Elaine Bennis. I looked like a total idiot, but I did it for you. Not once, not twice, but five damn times!"
We light up a second cigarette, and digest what each of us says.
We smoke in silence and finish our cigarettes in ten minutes. Jennifer finally says,
"ok Amanda, as much as it hurts, I'll accept your terms. Only because I'm going to kick your ass! So think about those stripper lessons, bitch, because you're gonna be shakin that ass a long long time."
"Since you're being such a cunt, I say you invite your choice, and I'll invite mine to the beach house tomorrow. Let's settle this bet this weekend."
"Oh, so I'm a cunt now, am I? I ought to kick your ass for that! Mistress, or no Mistress, that was totally uncalled for!"
Jennifer bursts out laughing at me, after five full minutes she finally says,
"I'm a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, you wouldn't stand a chance... Cunt!"
Now it's my turn to laugh.
"Oh Mistress, you're gonna need more than chop saki to kick my ass. Tell you what, I'll grab a cab when we're done here. I'll buy the fighting pads, and meet you on the beach at 3:30"
"Why do you need head gear, you afraid?"
"Fuck no, I just don't want to explain to our Mistress how I broke your nose, and blackened your eyes."
"On your fuckin knees, now!"
I drop to my knees and look at her expectantly.
"Face down, bitch!"
I drop face down, ass up. I can feel the anger rolling off her like waves, but I'm too pissed to care.
"You forget your place slave! I see you need a reminder of your position. You go ahead and buy your pussified head gear, and meet me on the beach at 3:30."
"When I'm done kicking your ass up and down the beach, we're going to fly home and talk to Mistress. And THEN you and I are going to spend three hours of "remedial training" in the dungeon Sunday night."
"You have crossed a line today, and you earned my wrath...Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress Jennifer, crystal clear."
"Now get your ass up, and call yourself a cab. I'm going in to talk to Shannon."
I stand without a word and brush off my knees as she walks away from me.
I curse under my breath, and whip out my phone. I call a cab, and search for the nearest sporting goods store.
Chapter 7
My cab arrives and I direct the driver up Linkershim to Valley Martial Arts Supply, I have him wait as I go in and buy head gear, mouth pieces, gloves and foot gear. I use my personal credit card, and head back to the cab.
I direct the driver to the beach house, and tip him $50 for waiting for me.
I beat Jennifer to the beach house, so I take a shower. I start crying in the shower, and I lay there balling for thirty minutes.
"How did this happen? This is our first real fight since my first weekend."
"Is it over? Are we done as a couple? Can I serve her without the passion?"
I don't know any of the answers.
I'm in the kitchen making coffee as Jennifer arrives at 3:00 carrying her own bags. She drops them in the guest bedroom without a word, and going into the master bath for a shower.
Fuck! I forgot to buy sweats, or Gi's. I can't fight in my jeans, they're too tight.
"Mistress," I call out, "may I go buy us clothes suitable for fighting?"
"No, you'll wear what you brought with you." She replies over the running water.
Fine! Bikini match it is.
I select my strongest gaff, and put my hair in a pony tail, before putting on my Despi Kiss Eva Bikini.
Jennifer walks out of the bathroom naked and pours herself a cup of coffee before retreating to the master bedroom without a word.
The silent treatment is killing me, but it's not my place to speak.
I grab my gear and and step out on the deck. Jennifer steps out ten minutes later. She's wearing pink Hello Kitty sweats, and a white t shirt.
I bust out laughing thinking about kicking Kitty's ass. Jennifer shoots me an angry look.
"I'm sorry Mistress, but this situation is ridiculous. Just look at us! Can we please talk instead of fight? I love you, and really don't want to fight you."
"Nope, first I'm gonna kick your ass, then we'll talk. Leave the gloves, and boots, this is bare knuckle."
*sigh* "If you insist, I'm very sorry."
"Too late for that, you should have kept your mouth shut at the institute."
"Yes, I should have known better, but that's not why I'm apologizing. I'm sorry I'm not gonna let you beat on me."
I slide my mouthpiece in and strap on my boxing headgear, before stepping down to the beach.
"I can't talk you out of this?"
"Shut the fuck up already."
I step twenty feet away, and start stretching, I see Jennifer doing the same.
I call out, "first one to tap out?"
"No rules, bitch."
"Now you're being silly, am I gonna have to knock you out?"
Jennifer laughs again and I sigh again.
Chapter 8
I step within five feet of her and take up a fighting stance. She squares up and I bow. Jennifer throws a front kick, catching me in the abs.
"This isn't a Dojo, dumb ass, next time I'm not pulling the kick.
I step back and square off again. This time I'm ready for her right hand. I slap it aside and return a kick to her gut.
"Next time don't overextend yourself, I'm not pulling the kick." I say mockingly.
Jennifer glares at me, and I just shrug my "hey, you want this, not me," shrug.
She attacks with a flurry of kicks and punches, but I block every attack, ending with an open hand slap to her padded forehead.
Jennifer steps back, and I can see the anger building. "What the fuck?"
"I was raised by a Marine Embassy Guard, remember?"
"You never told me you knew how to fight!"
"You never told me you held a belt in Tae Kwon Do, either. Now can we stop this silliness, we're attracting an audience."
"What aren't you telling me?"
I shrug a "come find out" shrug and prepare myself for her attack.
Jennifer gets serious and redoubles her efforts. I block everything, and hold back on my strikes. I realize that no matter what I do, she won't quit. So I allow her to get a wrist lock on my left arm.
She forces me to my knees, so I tap her thigh in submission. "You win."
Instead of ending it she forces me face down in the sand.
Here I am eating sand, and she still won't release my wrist! If she keeps up the pressure, she'll either break my wrist, or hyper extend my elbow.
I'm forced to break the hold, so I tuck my chin and roll in a forward somersault, grab her wrist, and sweep her legs out from under her.
She lands on her back, winded, and I put her in an arm bar. I could easily hyper extend her elbow, but instead I roll her on her stomach, and twist her arm behind her back.
"We're done!" I whisper before I release her and start walking away.
"Get back here, I say when we're done, bitch!"
I hear the crowd go "Oooooohhhh," and one lady say, "oh no you didn't!"
I turn as Jennifer is climbing to her feet. She storms over to me with murder in her eyes.
"Ah Fuck! I either take a beating, or humiliate her, that's the only way this ends." I think as she closes in.
She comes in close, and I let her front kick me in the stomach. As I double over, she locks her hands behind my neck and knees me in the face, twice in rapid succession.
I feel my mouthpiece go flying, and blood gush from my mashed lips and nose, as I fall onto my back.
Jennifer plants a knee in my diaphragm and starts punching me in the face.
I can't breathe, and blood from my mashed nose is filling my throat. I think, "this is it, she's killed me."
Just as I start to black out, some guy drags Jennifer off me, and another rolls me on my side to clear my airway.
He pounds my back and I vomit out gobs of blood, I lay there for a few minutes gasping for breath. After a few minutes I thank my benefactor, and hear Jennifer struggling with Muscle guy. I get to my feet and ask the guy holding Jennifer to please release her.
He doesn't want to, he wants to call the police. I assure him it wasn't necessary, and show him my tattoo.
He reads the tat and shakes his head. "She's gonna kill you one day." I just shrug and plead with him to let her go.
He releases her, I thank him and I follow her back to the beach house.
Chapter 9
"Oh my god, what did I do? Oh Baby look at your face. I'm so sorry!"
"Listen to me!" I snap, "we need to get in the car, and you need to hit a tree."
"What are you talking about? I need to get you to a hospital!"
"NO! Do you want to explain to Susan about this? Listen to me, let's get in the car, and find a tree. You need to hit the tree hard enough to set the airbags off! We'll tell Mistress it was a car accident. Now get the keys, and let's go!"
"Grab our purses, and my Malibu Cissy cover up, it has to look natural!"
I slip on some flip flops, take off the headgear, and head to the car.
I slide my cover up over my head and strap in. Jennifer is starting to snap out of her shock, as she climbs behind the wheel.
"You need to be going at least 25 when you hit the tree, so strap in."
Jennifer finds a tree near Westminster dog park and nails it doing 30. Our airbags deploy, and my face starts gushing blood again.
The authorities arrive fifteen minutes after Jennifer calls. We're rushed to Marina Del Rey Hospital. My face is x-rayed, and they run me thru a cat scan.
My x-ray shows a broken nose, but the cat comes back negative. My Doctor sets my nose, and since I'm showing no sign of concussion, he reluctantly releases me.
Jennifer is in the waiting room with a couple of Cops. I hear her telling them she swerved to avoid a dog, and lost control.
I join them, and repeat the story I overheard. Jennifer's BAC test comes back clean, so we're free to leave.
We call a cab, and talk about what we're going to tell Susan.
Jennifer wants to tell her the truth, and part of me agrees, but I know it's guilt driving her emotions, so I have to convince her to lie this once.
"Listen my forever love, if we tell Susan the truth, we're done. She'll split us up, and maybe even release one of us. Do you want that?"
"How can you love me? I'm a fuckin monster! I would have killed you if that guy didn't pull me off!"
"Mistress, I'd rather die by your hands, than live without you. I let you beat me, it was the only way to end the fight."
"Please, lie to Susan this once, for me, Please."
"Oh Princess, what would I do without you? Ok I'll lie to Susan, now we have figure out when to fly home."
"Let's just get back to the beach house, I need a stiff drink, a cigarette, and an hour in the hot tub."
Chapter 10
We get to the beach house and I head straight to the bar. I pop a couple of oxicodone and pour myself a Tequila on the rocks. I step out on the deck and light a cigarette, as Jennifer fills the hot tub.
Jennifer walks up behind me and wraps her arms around my neck. She hugs me as she kisses the top of my head.
"Princess, I am so sorry, I got so fuckin angry, and I shouldn't have. Can you forgive me?"
I set my cigarette down and lean back into her. I take her clasped hands in mine, and say,
"Mistress, this cannot ever happen again, I love you too much to hurt you. If there is a next time, you'll kill me, and I can't... won't stop you."
"I knew that you were capable of hurting me, so I shouldn't have provoked you. For that, I'm sorry. I didn't know about your training, though, if I did, I would have taken your threat more seriously."
"Now, don't you think you should call Mistress? Tell her we'll be back on Sunday, I need a day to recover."
As Jennifer turns to go inside, I call out, "Mistress, I forgive you, my love."
Since my cigarette has burned down, I light a fresh one, and stare into the sunset.
I pour myself another drink, and strip out of the scrubs I wore home from the hospital. I take a hot shower to wash the blood out of my hair, before I hit the hot tub.
Jennifer joins me after twenty minutes and I get a look at her broken nails, and cut up knuckles on her right hand.
"I guess you're going to have to get your nails done tomorrow, they look terrible."
Jen looks at her hand absently. "Yeah, I guess so."
"What's wrong, my love?"
"I lied to Mistress, for the first time in seven years, I lied to my Mistress."
I take her in my arms, and hug her tight. "I'm so sorry my love, I shouldn't have put you in that position."
"You're sorry? I nearly beat you to death, and you're sorry? She busts out laughing, which quickly turns to sobs.
She lays her head on my breasts, and sobs uncontrollably. I rock her gently back and forth, and let her cry it out.
"Come on love, we should get out of this water."
We climb out and towel off, before wrapping ourselves in silk Kimono's.
We head out for a cigarette, and discuss what to order for dinner.
We settle on Mexican and I order Tortilla soup, and she orders a Taco Salad, Neither of us are really hungry.
We settle in and watch a movie called "The Ugly Truth." We find it funny that the Heigl character reminds us of Jennifer, with her anal schedule making.
Chapter 11
Jennifer finally turns to me and says, "you could have kicked my ass today if you wanted to, couldn't you?"
"Let's not talk about it love."
"I need to know!"
*sigh* "Yes... You're out of practice, and telegraphed most of your moves."
"How many martial arts do you know? And why didn't you tell me before?"
"Would you have had the confidence to dominate me, if you knew? I've studied four styles, but I'm really only proficient in three. MCMAP, Systema, and Krav Maga."
"Honestly, I don't know...How come I've never heard of those?"
"Well MCMAP is the Marine Corps mixed martial art, Systema is the Russian Special Forces system, and Krav Maga is Israeli street fighting, and very very nasty. It's what Damon used in the Bourne films."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why didn't you stop me?"
"I did, but there's no quit in you, the more I blocked, the angrier you got. I tried to walk away, but you wouldn't let me. I knew I had to take a beating, but kneeling on my diaphragm took me by surprise. That ended the fight."
"Why didn't you strike me?"
"When? Your knee kept me from drawing enough air to do anything. I was drowning in blood and completely helpless. "
"During the whole fight!"
"I couldn't bring myself to, I love you too much to strike you."
"I could have...Would have killed you!. You should have defended yourself...You should have stopped me."
"Goddess, in two months we celebrate our four year anniversary. I realized that you had the capability to kill me our first weekend together, and I accepted it."
"That doesn't scare you at all?"
"On the contrary, it excites me. If I'm going to die young, I'd rather go in the heat of passion, at the hands of a loved one, and not some stupid accident."
"I don't understand you, you're strong, assertive, and take no prisoners, outside of our relationship. But you kneel in the parking lot in view of everybody at my say so, and let me break your face without fighting back. Why? What did I to deserve you?"
"You enslaved my heart."
"What about Susan?"
"She enslaved my soul."
She thinks a minute before saying, "mine too."
"Let's go have a cigarette, then get some sleep."
It's a restless night for both of us, and we decide to fly home Saturday morning, instead of Sunday.
We arrive home and Susan examines my face closely. I look like a raccoon, with two black eyes, and bandaged nose.
I go upstairs to change into a gaff thong, some sweats, my old Iron Maiden Killers T Shirt, and Caribou 3" Mules. I leave my bra off, and head back downstairs.
I have Amy whip up a omelet, toast, and a pot of green tea, and head into the office.
I fire off texts to Cathi and my department manager, Shelby and let them know I was in an accident, and would be working from home until further notice.
Susan and Jennifer leave to visit a couple of the local Salons, and I stay home to supervise our ladies, and work.
Chapter 12
Three weeks pass, and my bruises have healed. My nose is still tender but thank God I don't need surgery.
Jennifer and I make plans to revisit the Institute, and finish our contest. The Chefs graduate in two weeks, and we need be ready.
We fly back out to LA and get suites at the Four Seasons. We go talk to Shannon, and she arranges for us to interview Miguel, Todd, and Ed, one at a time.
We set up interviews at our home in Vegas for the week following their graduation, explaining that they would be required to cook three dishes.
We would provide the airline tickets, menu, and purchase the ingredients they required.
Todd's interview is scheduled Thursday at 1:00, Miguel's Friday at 10:00 and Ed's, Friday at 2:00.
As Jennifer shakes hands with Miguel, she slips him a card.
As I stand up to shake hands with Ed I stumble, and place my left hand on Ed's shoulder. I'm positive I feel a bra strap under his Chef's coat. I allow him to steady me and I give him a dazzling smile, and wink, as I shake his hand.
I hand him my business card, and thank him for his time.
My card has written on the back, "Ed, I'm really pulling for you to get the job. I'm in town until Sunday. If you're available, I'd really like to get to know you better, Call me, <3 Amanda."
We split up to buy our "necessities," and prepare for our "dates."
Jennifer texts me, "I got mine." At 3:00. My call comes in at 7:45 pm, as Jennifer and I are getting ready to go out.
"Ah hi, Amanda? This is Ed Harrison. You gave me your card this afternoon at school."
I wink at Jennifer and say,
"Ed, hello, I'm sooo glad you called. Jennifer and I were just talking about you."
"Um, I was surprised to read what you wrote on your card, are you sure you gave it to the right guy?"
"Of course I am, I hear you're an excellent Chef, besides, we have something else in common."
"Who told you I was a excellent Chef? And what might we have in common?"
"Shannon speaks highly of your cooking, oh, can you hold on a minute?"
"Ah, sure."
I take off my Kimono and have Jennifer take a picture of me in my Fredrick's white Ultimate Corset, white satin thong, white stockings, and white 5" spiked pumps.
I quickly caption the photo, "our love of lingerie." Forward the Pic to Ed, and click back over to his call.
"Ed, are you there?"
"Yeah, you were saying we have something in common? Ah, can you hold on for a sec, someone just sent me a message."
"Sure Sexy, take your time."
I hear a beep, wait one minute, then two. Finally Ed clicks back on the line.
"Um, how did you know, wait, are you alone?"
"No, Jennifer is here with me, why?"
I can hear panic in his voice as he asks, "does she know? Did you tell her?"
"No, would you like me to?" I ask in an innocent voice.
"Ah, can we speak in private?"
"Sure, Sexy, let me put on my robe and step outside. Hold on a sec."
I mute the phone so Ed can't hear Jen giggle. I slip on my Kimono, grab my cigarettes, and step out on the balcony.
I light up a cigarette and un-mute the phone.
"Ed, we're alone now, what's wrong?"
"Can I ask how you knew? Are you a stalker or something?"
I laugh and reply, "No, Sweetie, I noticed your garter clips and pantie line three weeks ago. You shouldn't wear such tight pants if you want to keep your secret."
"I confirmed my suspicion this afternoon when I felt your bra strap."
"And you don't think I'm some kind of freak, or pervert?"
"On the contrary, I find it erotic and sexy."
"I'm sorry, but I find that hard to believe. You're way too hot to be attracted to an overweight cross dresser. How do I know you're not setting me up?"
"Setting you up for what? We don't even know each other yet. Oh Ed, I wouldn't do that, I swear. Are you near a computer?"
"Yeah."
"Do me one small favor before you hang up?"
"I guess."
"Please read the front of my card again, tell me what it says."
"Ah, Amanda Swallows, Executive Vice President. Internet Sales Division Madison Enterprises."
"Do you know what Madison Enterprises is?"
"No, besides, this card could be fake,"
"Please Google it for me, then call me back if you still believe I'd take the time to set you up."
I head back inside to get ready for the evening.
Chapter 13
My phone rings at 8:30. I wink at Jen and put my phone on speaker. I answer in a cool tone.
"This is Amanda, oh Ed, I'd almost given up on you. Yes, I'm still alone."
"Are you really that Amanda? Duh, sorry about that, I saw your profile. I'm very nervous and having a hard time wrapping my head around your message."
"I understand, and there's no need to be nervous. If you would rather forget about it, I'd appreciate you deleting my pic from your phone. You didn't download it already, did you?"
"No no, I didn't download it. I'm not that kind of guy, I swear! I..I'd like to see you tomorrow, if it's not too late."
"Hold on a sec, let me ask Jennifer if she's mad plans for us, she's in the other room. No, I think it's still ok to see each other tomorrow. Would you be more comfortable if I came to your place?"
"Ah, no, I can come to you. Where are you staying?"
"The Four Seasons."
"I hear they have a great restaurant there."
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
"I ah, can't afford to eat there."
"I can, you'll be my guest. I won't take no for an answer, understand?"
"Um, I don't know..."
"Great! I'll see you at 6, do you have a car, or shall I send one for you?"
"ah Miss..."
"Amanda, Sexy. You aren't about to say you can't are you? You've already disappointed me once already tonight."
"No, Amanda, I won't need a ride. I'll be there at 6."
"One more thing, Sexy, if it would make you more comfortable, you can have your girlfriend...Or boyfriend join us."
"Um, I don't have either right now. I was too busy with school and work. I'll be there at 6."
"Wait! One more question. What size shoes do you wear?"
"Excuse me? Size 9, why?"
"Oh, you know, the bigger the foot, the bigger the... I think you get the picture, Sexy. See you tomorrow."
Chapter 14
"Sexy?" Jennifer giggles. "That was very well done! I'm very proud of you.
"Um, Mistress, you sure you wanna continue the bet?"
"Oh no, Princess, you ain't welshing out on me!"
"But there's some..."
"Shush! Not another word, bitch!"
"Alright, if you're ordering me...Did you hear how he practically admitted to being Bi?"
"Yeah, how the fuck did you know? But Susan may not like that. She loves forcing straight guys to suck cock."
"Yeah, I know all too well. But I really think he's the best choice so far."
"I really don't understand what you see in him."
"That's because your blinded by your lust for your Latino Game Cock!"
"Princess!!!"
"Ok, Mistress, I'm sorry."
"You gotta admit, Miguel would make a hot Chika."
"Yeah, with a mustache." I mumble.
Jennifer gives me a shot in the short ribs.
Jennifer and I are going out to Bar Sinister tonight. We've never been there before, and I secretly hope it will be therapeutic for Jennifer.
She's been walking on egg shells around me since our fight, and I'm getting sick of her treating me like a fragile porcelain doll. I need a cock to suck Damn It!
This afternoon We went shopping after the academy visit. I bought a Sherry Hill Backless Halter dress in white to wear tonight, with a white leather collar wrist and ankle cuffs. And I bought Jennifer a Leather Body Con Dress to wear, with a pair of Jean-Michel Cazabat Zena Over the Knee Boots.
She allows me the rare pleasure of making her over, and I choose the Rae Morris Jeweled Eyes look for Jennifer, and Hot Pink and Black Smokey for myself.
We arrive at the club at 10:15. The Doorman takes one good look at us, and usher's us right in. The people in line groan in anger and frustration.
Chapter 15
The club is a sea of Leather, Rubber and PVC. The servers are all wearing French Maids costumes, fishnet stockings, and heels, including the guys.
Jennifer speaks with one of the overly muscled, mesh shirted Bouncers. She finally tugs on my white leash, and leads me to the bar.
I notice a sign that says, "NO NUDITY! All female's must wear pasties over her exposed nipples at all times. NO EXCEPTIONS! Pasties available upon request."
We both order Black Devil's and observe the crowd as we wait for our drinks.
I watch a rubber clad Gimp lap his drink out of a glass dish, while kneeling at his Master's side.
Another Master is leading two pony girls towards the dance floor.
Three Dominatrix's are laughing at a corner table, their 1/2 naked boys kneeling at their feet.
Jennifer hands me the leash, orders me to wait for the drinks, and tells me she has to powder her nose.
As I'm waiting, a Ron Jeremy wanna be struts up and tries to flirt with me.
"Hello Kitten, wearing white I see, are you a virgin?"
I smile up at him, bat my eyes, lean in close, and say,
"To this club, yes. Have you looked at my fabulous ass? You really should."
I spin around, and wiggle my ass at him.
"Please convey my apologies to Mistress Jennifer, Kitten, I thought you were alone."
I breathe a sigh of relief, I was expecting a hassle.
Jennifer returns just as our drinks arrive. I pay for the drinks, and Jennifer takes my leash and leads me downstairs.
As we head downstairs we pass various Dom's, Domme's, Male, Female, and Trans submissives, slaves, and identically dressed Switches, holding each others leashes.
We arrive just in time to watch a Shibari demo on stage. The male submissive looks gorgeous. His ebony skin gleams as he's bound in red ropes.
His beautiful blonde Domme is a master with her rope work, and we applaud the intricate design.
There are crosses, stocks, and spanking benches everywhere. 1/2 naked submissives are chained to the wall everywhere you look
I can sense Jennifer's excitement, and hope she snaps out of her funk, and takes advantage of one of the numerous Floggers, Buggy Whips, Canes, or any of the various instruments available for rent.
The floor is surprisingly clean, so on a whim I drop to my knees and start licking Jennifer's boots.
Jennifer's excitement grows, and she gives a jerk on my leash.
"Spotless, Princess, and I want to see you shake your ass while you work."
I can feel the eyes on me, as I wiggle my ass. I run my tongue up and down her 6" heels.
I lick the leather to a nice shine, as I work my way up her boots. It takes me twenty five minutes to lick every inch of her Thigh High boots.
I remain face down, ass up, until Mistress jerks on my leash.
Jennifer has her "I wanna rape you!" look in her eyes, as I stand up to applause.
"Good Girl, Princess."
I pick up my drink, and finish it off. I hand the glass to a Maid, and order two more drinks.
We watch an impressive single tail demo, while we wait for our drinks.
Chapter 16
Jennifer leads me to a spanking bench and secures my cuffs to the anchor point.
She walks to the rental booth and returns with a Bouncer, paddle, medium flogger, and a consent form I must sign.
She squat's down, releases my right hand to sign, and looks me in the eye. "Thank you for this Princess. I love you so much!"
She kisses me with such passion, I almost wet myself.
"Welcome back, Goddess, I missed you."
Her smile is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She secures my wrist, and hands the Bouncer the clipboard.
Jennifer struts behind me, and slides my skirt up, exposing my thonged ass.
She unhooks my rear garters, and flips them up out of the way. Her nails scrape across my cheeks, raising red welts, and I hiss in pain.
Her hand starts slapping, pinching, and rubbing my exposed ass, turning it pink, before smacking me with the paddle.
She alternates cheeks, and hardness, and tears start flowing. But I remain silent, accepting each smack without a peep.
After fifteen minutes, Jennifer secures my garters and releases me. She pays for our drinks, and I take a gulp, before she leads me to a cross.
She secures me, spread eagle, facing the cross, and takes a few practice swings with the flogger.
I feel the burn, as she let's a side arm swing smack my lower back. She builds up a rhythm, and I feel the tails cross cross up and down my back.
"Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap. The tails stripe my back, as I fall deeply into the euphoric state known as subspace.
After twenty minutes, Jennifer returns the paddle and flogger, and releases me from the cross.
She leads me to a Chaise lounger and wraps her arms around me as we recline on the lounge.
I rest my head on her breast, and she pets my hair, and whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
She orders two more drinks, and holds me until they arrive fifteen minutes later.
"Go fix your make up, Princess. When you get back, we'll go have a cigarette."
I hit the ladies room, use the facilities, wash my face, and start fixing my make up.
"Wow, you're Domme is gorgeous. Are you lesbians?"
I look over at a cute 5'2 dark haired girl with a pixie hair cut, pink vinyl bustier, and black vinyl miniskirt.
"Thank you... Girl, I've sucked way too much cock this year to be considered a Lez."
"Yeah me too. Have you been together long?"
"Four years."
"Wow! Lucky girl." Her voice lowers, "is she a Kard?"
"No, but she's asked that all the time."
"Is she looking for another sub?"
"We don't live here, we're just in town for business."
"Oh, bummer! Do you think she would flog me?"
"What would your Dominant say?"
"I'm Domless at the moment."
"You could beg her, but she's harsh."
"Thats great, I'm a pain slut."
"What's your name?"
"Tracie."
"I'm Amanda, well Tracie, let's go introduce you to Miss Jennifer."
Chapter 17
We walk over to Jennifer as stand there in silence as she accepts accolades from an older Domme and her bitch.
"Mistress, may I introduce you to Tracie?"
"Hello Tracie, nice to meet you."
"Good evening, Miss Jennifer, the pleasure is all mine."
"Miss Jennifer, Tracie would like you to flog her, she's quite impressed with your skills."
Jennifer looks at me and raises her eyebrow.
I shrug and give her a slight nod.
"Ok Tracie, go select a flogger."
"Oh, thank you Miss."
"What the hell?"
"She approached me, she's looking for a Master."
"You didn't?"
"No, I told her we're in town on business."
"Good girl."
Tracie returns with a heavy Moose hide flogger, with at least two dozen falls, and my eyes bug out a bit.
Jennifer hefts the flogger then looks at Tracie. "This is very heavy, are you sure about this?"
"Yes Miss Jennifer. I understand perfectly."
"Amanda, please ask the vendor for a consent form, and pasties, then ask a Bouncer to bear witness."
I return with a clipboard, and a Bouncer. Jennifer reads the form, fills out the pertinent details and has Tracie sign it before she does.
The Bouncer signs and gives Jennifer and Tracie a copy, before leaving with the club's copy, and clipboard.
"Princess, remove her Bustier, stick on the pasties, and secure my new toy to the cross."
I strip her top, and tease her nipples a bit before I place the pasties. I secure Tracie in the same position as I was in, and I slap her ass a few times before leaning in and whispering,
"You've been a bad bad girl, you dirty little slut!"
I can see my words excite her, as she squirms with pleasure.
I step aside and watch Jennifer wield the flogger like a Maestro.
After ten minutes, Tracie is begging for more, and Jennifer is hitting her stride.
The older Domme Jennifer spoke to erlier taps me on the shoulder, and I turn, she's standing there with a group of Dominants, including Ron Jeremy.
I give them a little curtsy, as I was taught by Susan.
I can see the approval in their eyes as she says,
"Little one, a word of warning. Tracie is poison, there's a reason she hasn't been collared. Please convey our warning to your Mistress.
I step up to Jennifer and she pauses as I whisper the warning.
Jennifer looks over at the group, and they nod as one.
"Ok toy, I believe that's enough. Amanda, release her, get her dressed, and help her to the Lounger."
"No! Please continue Miss Jennifer. I want more!"
"Is that back talk I hear? I said we're done!"
I release Tracie, and she snatches her top out of my hands, grabs her purse, and storms off in a huff.
Jennifer raises her brow, and I just shrug.
"Princess, return the flogger, and order these nice folks a drink."
"Yes Mistress."
I return the flogger and follow the group outside for cigarettes. I politely ask each person, including submissive's their drink choices.
Some try to demure, but Jennifer insists, and I find a Maid to place our order.
Chapter 18
"Thank you for the warning, I've never saw anything like that before."
"Our little Tracie is a one of a kind. She's here every weekend looking for a Top to submit to."
"Your Princess is very well trained, I can tell your not new to the life, but I've haven't seen you around. New in town?"
"Thank you, she has her moments. We're in town on business. Princess suggested a night out, so here we are."
"May I ask what brings you to the city of Angels?"
"We're here to hire a personal Chef for our Boss."
"Personal Chef? Impressive, that explains your boots. Choo's?"
"Cazabat. So are you the local welcoming committee?"
Our drinks arrive and I ask Jennifer for permission to smoke.
We converse for thirty minutes before excusing ourselves.
Jennifer takes my leash and leads me out. It's 12:30 so we head back to the hotel.
We order a late dinner, remove our make up, and change into something more comfortable.
We step out on the balcony, for one last cigarette before bed.
We eat our dinner, and get ready for bed. We shower, brush our teeth, and strip for bed.
Jennifer climbs on top of me and looks down at me, I love it when she does this.
"You were so good tonight, Princess. I love you so much it hurts."
"I love you too my forever love." I whisper back.
She leans down and starts kissing me tenderly. I return the kisses as the passion builds in us.
"You deserve a big reward, my love."
She starts kissing my neck, working her way down my chest to my pink nipples.
She starts licking and sucking my hardened nipples, and I mew in pleasure.
She works her tongue down my belly, teasing my naval piercing before reaching my pubic area.
Jennifer teases the area around the base of my rock hard cock. Licking and kissing the area.
She ignores my dripping cock and starts licking my inner thighs.
I'm about to jump out of my skin! She's never done this before!
I'm squirming and writhing in ecstasy, as she starts licking my balls.
"Oh my God Mistress! What are you doing to me? Please don't stop, it feels so good!"
Jennifer takes my balls in her mouth, and uses her right forefinger to wipe my jizz off my throbbing head.
She reaches up and feeds me the jizz. I suck her finger clean and beg for more.
She continues to suck my balls as she strokes my cock a few times to get more jizz for me to lick off her fingers.
She finally wraps her lips around my swollen cock, and gives me head.
She's kneeling between my legs, sucking my cock. I watch her beautiful lips slide up and down my shaft.
"Mistress, may I please cum?"
"Hold it a second Baby."
She quickly flips my legs up over my head. My cock is about three inches from my mouth.
She's standing now, holding my legs with her body. She starts stroking me, and I open my mouth to catch my load.
"Cum for me Princess! Now!"
I erupt in the most massive load I've ever shot! We're talking about "three weeks of no orgasms because of my injuries" sized load.
I catch most of it in my mouth, but my face gets covered anyway.
I swallow what's in my mouth, and Jennifer releases my legs. She licks my cock clean, before licking the cum off my face, and feeding it to me with her tongue.
"Oh my fucking God, Mistress, that was incredible!"
"Shut up, slut! We're just getting started. Now suck my cock, you whore!"
She stands up and points at the floor at her feet. I eagerly climb off the bed and drop to my knees.
I take her jizz covered head in my mouth, and she eagerly thrusts her cock deep. I grab her ass and hold still as she fucks my mouth.
This isn't a blow job, my mouth is he cock's pussy! She increases the speed of her thrusts and I just hold on to her ass and let her fuck away.
She grabs my hair, and pulls my head into the thrusts.
"Ah, oooh, yes bitch, take it! Take it all slut! Ah, ah ah, hiss, that's it cock sucker! Take that cock deep! Ah, ah ah!"
Jennifer holds my head as she explodes down my throat. It seems to take an hour before she's done. She continues to hold me in place, even after she's done.
I look up at her, and her head is thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut.
I'm starting to worry, "is she ok?"
All the sudden I taste something nasty in the back of my throat. y mouth fills and Irealize she's pissing!
I fight off my gag reflex and choke it down. WTF? This is a reward? No! This was one of my hard limits!
I feel a few final spurts and she releases my head.
I quickly climb to my feet and rush to the toilet. I kneel at the bowl and vomit. (Let me tell you, it's actually better going out than it is going in.)
I expel everything I ate and drank, and dry heave a few times to boot.
Once I get myself under control I stand up, wash my face, brush my teeth and tongue again, and use three capful's of Scope.
I turn to see Jennifer standing in the door with tears in her eyes.
I don't say a word, I just try to brush past her. She tries to stop me but I shoot her such a look she takes an involuntary step back. I grab my Kimono, and purse and go to my suite next door.
I enter my suite and lean against the door and start crying. I feel so violated.
How could she do that to me?
My suite phone starts ringing, so I walk over and unplug it, and the phone in the bedroom too.
My cell starts playing Van Halen's Pretty Woman, so I turn it off.
I step outside for a cigarette, and debate calling Mistress Susan, and telling her everything, including the truth about my nose.
I feel Jennifer's out of control, and I don't think I can help her anymore.
I hear her knocking on the door but ignore her.
I vow that if she makes a scene in the hall, I'll call Mistress right now.
Jennifer plays it smart and goes back to her room. I hear her patio door open, and thank God that her balcony faces North and mine East.
I hear her sobbing, but can't find it in me to feel bad.
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