Ashlynn was almost leering at Amber. “Ready?” Ashlynn was waiting by the door in a short trench coat, her legs bare despite the fact that it was November. She looked like a flasher, and Amber wouldn’t have been surprised if her roommate was naked underneath.
“No,” Amber sulked, her hands in the pockets of her jeans.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” Ashlynn asked.
Amber had on peach button up shirt on over her jeans, just normal clothes for a normal day. She wasn’t going to give Lisa the satisfaction. She shrugged, and grabbed her coat. She stepped out of their dorm and headed down the stairs.
It was a few blocks walk to Lisa’s, and Amber was in step behind Ashlynn, who seemed to thrive on the attention every man they passed lavished her with. Not only was the coat so short it barely covered the curve of her ass, Ashlynn had also buttoned it so that her cleavage blossomed out the front. Amber could see the goosebumps all over Ashlynn’s exposed skin. Ashlynn showed no signs of noticing.
Ashlynn led them to a block of town houses. She knocked on the door and they waited. Amber found herself looking around, and realized a bunch of the neighbours were staring at the two of them. They had knowing looks on their faces. What the fuck went on at this house? Apparently, the whole neighbourhood knew, and now they knew she was part of it.
Lisa threw open the door. Her dark hair curled across her shoulders, framing her face. She was shorter than either of the college students, and she had to tilt her head slightly to look them in the eye. She held a glass of white wine lazily in one hand. She was wearing a scarlet nightie, which pushed the generous curve of her chest up, and was slit to show the sides of her hips.
“Oh, sweetie,” she said, a cruel edge in her voice. “You’re already a bit of a disappointment.”
Amber shrugged. “Look, I’m just here to surrender, so that you stop sending those guys.” The thought of the irresistible men that Lisa apparently sent into Amber’s life made her blush, as she thought about all the places she had enjoyed them. Half the volleyball team knew she had skipped last Friday’s game to fuck some guy in the hotel room. She was just lucky no one knew it was two. “So how do we do this?”
“Well,” Lisa said, opening the door wider and stepping aside. “Come inside first. Unless you want to do this on the porch?”
Amber glanced around, and saw the neighbours, pretending not to watch the girls on the step. She hurried inside. Ashlynn followed her, and as soon as the door closed behind her, she slipped out of her trench coat. Underneath it, she wore a lacy black bra and matching panties. They melted to her curves. Her jet black hair was halfway down her back.
Amber was more than a little surprised that she found her tormentors as attractive as she did. She wasn’t usually interested in women. She wasn’t sure if it was the way they were dressed that intrigued her, or if it was her newly found attraction to shame that was starting to set her skin on fire.
Under the fire of Lisa’s glare, Amber steeled herself. She hated losing, and she wanted to find a way out of this. She glared back. “What do you want?”
“You’re here to surrender to me,” Lisa explained, looking away. “And so far, you’re only making me … irritated.”
“You’re the weirdo who wants my ‘surrender’. I’ve got no clue what that even means.”
Lisa shrugged. “First, take off … this.” She disdainfully motioned at Amber’s clothing. Amber screwed up her face, and then let her coat slide to the floor. Next she undid her belt, and slipped out of her jeans. She was wearing everyday cotton panties underneath, and that seemed to make Lisa’s jaw clench. “This is taking too long,” Lisa announced. “Ashlynn, help her.”
“Don’t you dare!” Amber shrieked, as Ashlynn grabbed a handful of her shirt in either fist. Ashlynn ignored her, and ripped her shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. Ashlynn tugged the shirt down off her shoulders, and off her arms. Instinctively, Amber crossed her arms over her pert breasts, held in with a grey sports bra. Ashlynn grabbed either side of her panties, and pulled them down, squatting in front of her as she did. Amber grudgingly stepped out of them. Ashlynn reached for her sports bra, and Amber slapped her hand away.
“Ashlynn, wait.” Lisa said calmly. “It appears Amber has changed her mind. She’s free to go if she wants. We’ll just send Vickus to meet her tomorrow.”
Amber wasn’t quite sure what she meant when she said Vickus but the scowl of disgust on Ashlynn’s face told her more than she needed to know. Whatever that meant, she didn’t want that. “I’m … I’m sorry,” she said softly, and pulled her last garment over her head.
“That’s better. Now, I want you to crawl.” Lisa watched Amber, impatience festering in her eyes. Amber got down on her hands and knees. She blushed even harder when Lisa tapped her thigh and said, “Heel.” Amber was embarrassed to obey, and ashamed at how much she was enjoy this. She crawled along, following Lisa’s ankles into a living room.
On the coffee table, three leather collars were laid out. “I’ve decided to take us back to the beginning,” Lisa explained. “You started all this when you decided to humiliate Ashlynn for her collar. Now, you’re going to select one of your very own. Choose carefully, pet. You’ll be wearing it a lot.”
Amber swallowed. Her skin was electric, and only partly from the cold air in the room. There was a black leather collar with a round tag that said “Bitch”, a pink plastic collar with a heart shaped tag that said “Skank”, and a red collar labelled “Whore.” Amber immediately decided against the red one. She was considering them when a hand collided into her ass, sending a reverberating smack through the room. She yelped a little, and tried to hide how much she enjoyed the sting.
“I don’t have all day,” Lisa complained. Amber nodded, and Lisa drew back and smacked her bottom again. “Don’t just nod at me. You owe me an apology.”
“Sorry,” Amber said softly. After a moment, another smack. “I mean, sorry, Mistress.”
“Better,” Lisa said. “Now,” and a smack “Hurry,” and a smack, “Up!”
Amber found herself nearly cooing, not quite sure what was wrong with her. Every inch of her skin begged to be touched. She felt dirty but free, just doing whatever she was told. She pointed to the “Bitch” collar. “I want this one.”
“Fitting,” Lisa said with a nod. “Put it on.”
Amber picked it up, and ran her hand along the leather. There was a five pointed star in a circle opposite the buckle, etched into the leather on the inside, which seemed strange to her. She decided it was the least strange thing, and fit it around her neck. Carefully, she closed the buckle.
She felt a tickle on the back of her neck, right where that star in the circle was, but she shook it off and ignored it.
“Alright, Bitch,” Lisa spoke down her nose. “Come and kneel before me.” Amber crawled over to her on all fours, and then knelt, looking up at her spiteful captor. “Good. Tell me again, why are you here?”
“I’m here to surrender.”
Lisa’s fingers grabbed into the collar and pulled it tight, causing Amber to gasp. Lisa slapped Amber’s face, just a quick tap, which stung more pleasantly than Amber would ever admit. “Remember who you’re speaking to.”
“I’m here to surrender, Mistress.”
“Good. It learns. So, you don’t want me to send my … friends to find you anymore.”
“No Mistress.”
“You want to know when they’re coming to find you in advance.”
Amber blushed again. She didn’t want the strange men Lisa was sending to stop. She just didn’t want them to appear at inconvenient times. “Yes Mistress.”
“And if I stop sending them to you as surprises, so that no one can find out what a dirty little bitch you are, you agree to do what I say?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You’ll follow my orders without question?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“And you understand if you break this pact, I’ll send someone to fuck your brains out in the middle of one of your stupid volleyball games?”
Amber found herself momentarily lost in the thought, thinking of the guy from her psychology class, picturing him pinning her to the ground in the middle of a gym full of people, ripping off her shorts, and plowing her in front of an audience of over a thousand. Her breathing picked up a little, but she managed to squeak out a “Yes Mistress.”
The back of Amber’s neck began to tingle, right where the star on the collar touched her skin. She didn’t think much of it. She dared a glance up at Lisa. Amber felt exceptionally vulnerable, there on her knees, before the older woman, completely naked. To her surprise, Lisa’s hand was gentle on her cheek this time. She found herself leaning into the warm, soft touch. “Then I accept your surrender, by these terms.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Amber half-whispered. Lisa began to stroke Amber’s face, softly.
“Now,” Lisa said, “I think it’s time you began to apologize to Ashlynn.” Amber nodded compliantly, thinking this was the best idea she had ever heard. Lisa wrapped her fingers under the collar, and pulled Amber along, who had to scamper, naked, across the floor to avoid being choked. Lisa led her new plaything over to the edge of the couch. Ashlynn was sitting there, one knee hugged up by her face, the other leg low on the floor. “You’re going to make her cum,” Lisa instructed.
Amber nodded. Carefully, timidly, she climbed her way up her roommate. Ashlynn’s eyes were stormy, and Amber didn’t know what she would do if Ashlynn wouldn’t let her obey the Mistress. She hovered over Ashlynn, feeling her warm skin, hearing her breath. Tentatively, she leaned in, and brushed her lips across Ashlynn’s. Ashlynn’s lip ring was colder than she expected, and she sat so very still. Amber pulled back and looked into her eyes. Ashlynn sat there, waiting, holding her breath. Amber kissed her again. As she started to pull away, Ashlynn nipped forward, and grabbed Amber’s lower lip with hers.
It was all the permission Amber needed. She pulled Ashlynn closer to her by the back of her neck. Her hand trailed over Ashlynn’s soft, smooth stomach, enjoy the feel of the navel ring under her thumb, then sliding her hand up to cup one of Ashlynn’s magnificent breasts.
Amber’s lips slid down Ashlynn’s body, worshipping her. She kissed her neck, as Ashlynn stared up at the ceiling, kissed her collarbone under the strap of her lacy black braw, kissed the heaving curve of her breasts, the soft slope of her stomach, the pierced valley of her navel, the top of her hips, down across the lace of her panties, where she burned for more. On her lips and tongue, through the lace, Amber felt the heat radiating out of Ashlynn, whose breathing started to come faster and faster. The fabric covering her slit was completely soaked.
Just as Amber reached up to slide off Ashlynn’s underwear, Lisa’s voice echoed through the room. “Not like that. Use your mouth.” Amber glanced over her shoulder at Lisa, her eyes wide and watering. Of course she would use her mouth. Why had she ever considered anything different?
She tried to grasp the fabric with her lips, but Ashlynn was writhing with passion, and the panties were too tight for her to get a good grip. She needed to clench the silk in her teeth. She grabbed the band on one of Ashlynn’s hips, and tugged downward, trying not to lose her own balance, or be kicked in the face by Ashlynn, squirming on the couch above. She pulled it partway down her roommate’s thigh, and then reached up and grabbed the other side. After a couple of tugs on each side, she had worked them down to Ashlynn’s knees. Then she took the crotch in her mouth and pulled it clear.
“Good,” Lisa said, placing a hand on Amber’s shoulder. Amber couldn’t help but nuzzle against it. The Mistress’s approving fingers sent sparks down her spine, and her fingers wandered towards her clit. “Open wide.” Amber did, sticking out her tongue. The Mistress pushed something large, black, and rubber into Amber’s mouth. Her jaw almost ached to hold it. “You may use your hands. Get that soaking wet and then put it into Ashlynn.”
Amber nodded, and set about her task with relish. She reached up, and realized it was a large black rubber anal plug, almost as big as her hand. The base of it showed a little purple cartoon devil tail. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could, opening wide, but she couldn’t handle the whole length. Then she glanced up at Ashlynn. Ashlynn had one arm thrown over her face, covering her eyes. The other hand was between her legs, fingers sliding in and out of her shaved pussy. She was coated in sweat.
That’s when Amber realized how wet Ashlynn was. She leaned forward, between her roommate’s splayed thighs, and began to rub the plug between Ashlynn’s spread lips. Accommodating, Ashlynn spread her fingers wider, and let Amber tease her with the toy. As Amber spun it against her, she licked the far side. She noticed Amber glancing down from under the shade of her hands, and groaning happily at the sight. It spurred Amber on, and she began to lavish the tip, and the far side of the toy with her mouth, while slowly spinning it against Ashlynn. Soon it glistened with Amber’s spit and Ashlynn’s juices.
The black rubber shone, and Amber ran her hand over it, making sure it was slick to the touch. Then she gently pushed Ashlynn’s leg’s further apart, one over the arm of the couch, and the other sprawled out across the cushions. As soon as the tip of the toy touched her asshole, Ashlynn went wild. “Fuck, yes, yes,” she yelled out, her back arching, her body begging. Amber carefully obliged, slowly pushing the plug into Ashlynn. Hungrily, the other girl thrashed, trying to speed up the process. Amber couldn’t believe Ashlynn could handle the thickness slowly disappearing into her. Ashlynn’s toes were curled, her whole body thrashing in an excruciating ecstasy.
The thickest part of the toy slipped into Ashlynn with a loud moan. Ashlynn’s hands were knotted in her own hair, her head thrown back in a pleasant agony. Her breasts heaved with every desperate breath. Amber leaned forward, and placed her hands on Ashlynn’s inner thighs. She pressed against the smooth skin, and almost held her roommate down. Her tongue started to tease Ashlynn’s clit. Each little flick sent a tremor through Ashlynn’s taut body, but she stayed trapped at the edge of orgasm.
As she licked, Amber was surprised by the buzzing of her tongue. Ashlynn smelt faintly of roses, and Amber found herself more and more turned on the longer she played. Every time Ashlynn shook, the beauty of her curvy, thrashing form struggling against Amber’s ministrations excited her more and more. Soon, she was teasing her own cunt as she licked away at Ashlynn, her own legs starting to shake as she knelt on the floor.
No matter what she tried though, Ashlynn wouldn’t finish. She licked her clit, darted her tongue into Ashlynn, kissed the lips of her pussy, slipped her fingers to massage Ashlynn from inside, but nothing brought her over the edge. Amber was getting close herself, squirming against the hand she pleasured herself with. Her thumb traced little circles around the hood of her own clit, with two fingers sliding in and out, quicker and quicker.
Finally, Lisa slid along the couch beside Ashlynn. Ashlynn, eyes closed and whimpering on the edge of passionate release, searched blindly for the Mistress. Lisa grabbed her face, and kissed her deeply, possessively. Ashlynn started to buck against Amber’s face, and Amber was forced to hold her down with both hands. Lisa whispered something to Ashlynn, and she screamed out in release. Ashlynn struggled to push her cunt against Amber’s face, taking the two fingers and tongue inside her as deep as they could go. The rosy smell strengthened, and Amber found her whole body shaking, ready to cum herself, as she lapped away at Ashlynn.
As soon as Ashlynn’s bucking subsided, Amber’s other hand started to sneak back down to her own pussy. “Look at this dirty little bitch,” the Mistress said. Amber flicked her eyes upwards, for a moment, but quickly looked at the floor when she saw the cruel smile plastered on Lisa’s face. Ashlynn was a glorious, sweaty mess, with her hair plastered across her face, panting in the afterglow. Lisa chuckled, and Amber knew she was in trouble. “Did anyone say you could touch yourself?”
“No … No Mistress,” Amber said meekly, reluctantly taking her fingers away from the edges of her inner lips.
“So why do you have your filthy fingers in your pussy, Bitch?” Blood rushed to Amber’s face as she was chided, and she found herself excited by the shame. She had to admit to herself, she liked to be called names, to be told what to do. Her stomach warmed, and the ache between her legs got stronger.
“No answer?” Lisa scoffed. “Come here, then.” Her fingers clamped around the leather collar, and she dragged Amber across the coffee table. Her hips were at one end, and her stomach and tits pressed against the cold glass. She yelped a little at the surprise the chill sent through her body. The Mistress slapped her lightly, just a quick reminder of what was expected. The faint stinging on her face quivered down her spine, sending a jolt of warmth through her whole body.
“I think you still owe my pet Ashlynn for the trouble you’ve caused her. So she’s going to be the one who decides if you get touched or not.”
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