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Amanda's Journey Day 2
Chapter 1
I slowly awaken, allowing my eyes to adjust to the soft subtle glow
coming from a hidden light source.
I see Jennifer's dreamy face still asleep, laying next to me on her
right side, and feel a surge of love overcome me.
I raise my head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
The clock reads 6:30, and I lower my head back down to my pillow.
I stare at her beautiful face, and watch as she stirs a bit in her
sleep, and her pink tongue darting out to moisten her oh so kissable
lips.
Already having morning wood, I can't hold back my lust any longer.
"What the fuck is happening to me? She's a GUY, and I'm not GAY!...Or
am I?"
I lean in and start kissing her tenderly, alternating between gentle
kisses and soft licks with my tongue.
I feel her responding, her lips pucker in anticipation, and her tongue
slips out out to meet mine.
Her eyes open for a moment, I can see love, and passion in them, before
closing again, and kissing me fully.
As I climb out of bed, I see her eyes looking at me questioningly.
I quickly dive back into bed, under the covers, with my head facing the
footboard, and feet facing the headboard.
I feel Jennifer throw the covers off the bed as I slip her engorged
clitty out of her panties and deep throat it before she can deny me.
Jennifer grabs my ass, and pulls me in closer to her.
She tugs the waistband of my panties down over my rock hard clitty.
She leaves the band at the base of my clit, leaving my balls trapped in
my panties, and licks the jizz off the tip, before taking me in her
mouth.
We suck each others clits for a good. 10 minutes, each having to stop,
with a cock in her mouth, multiple times, when the sensation is
overwhelming.
It quickly becomes a contest to see who can get the other to cum
fastest.
I was holding back as much as I could, and she was using tricks I
couldn't even imagine, but I couldn't stop myself when she stuck a
finger up my ass and started teasing my Prostate.
Sensing my ass pucker, and body tense, she tightly wrapped her lips
around the rim of my head, capturing every drop of my massive load.
My orgasm was mind blowing! It seemed to last an eternity. Every time
my body shuddered, she flicked her finger, and I felt like I was
orgasming again.
(Dear readers, this is my vastly understated description of what a real
prostate milking feels like, if you've never experienced one, you
really should.)
I felt like I was going to pass out, as I rolled onto my back, but
Jennifer's voice brings me back.
"Oh no, bitch, you need to finish what you started! Off the bed, and on
your knees, NOW!" She literally growls.
I roll off the bed, and onto my knees in subservience, kneeling on the
Down comforter on the floor.
She quickly kicks her panties off and stands before me in a dominant
pose, hands on her hips, stern look in her eyes.
"Eyes down!" Miss Jennifer snaps, and I immediately drop my head in
submission.
She grabs each side of my head, and rams her throbbing cock into my
waiting mouth.
I reach up to start stroking her as she's ravaging my mouth, but she
slaps my hand away. and continues thrusting her hips.
After a few minutes, she changes tempo, I feel her balls slapping my
chin.
I raise my hand between her legs, and try to attempt the Prostate
trick, but she slaps my hand away agin.
She squeezes my head tighter, and furiously pounds my throat with her
8" cock, before I feel her go rigid and shoot her load deep down my
throat.
After the initial spasm Jennifer slowly slides her cock out of my
throat, making sure to coat every inch of my mouth with cum, before
finally releasing my head.
She quickly falls to her knees and locks her lips onto my bruised ones.
She forces her tongue into my mouth before I can finish swallowing her
massive load.
We swap cum filled kisses before we finally separate.
She stands up and resumes her dominant pose. I wisely remain on my
knees, with my eyes down.
I sense she expects something, so I bow down lower. "Face down, Ass
up," I believe she called it.
I softly kiss the tops of her feet before placing my forehead on the
comforter between her feet. I notice for the first time, a small tattoo
around her left ankle.
It's of a chain, wrapped around her ankle, and a small padlock with the
initials, MSM.
Jennifer finally speaks, with her stern tone, as I grovel between her
feet.
"You dirty little cock sucking slut! Do you fall to your knees and suck
every swinging cock you see? I'd bet you sucked off your Professor's
for better grades!"
I want to speak, but Mistress Madison's warning in the hot tub has me
biting my tongue.
Jennifer continues, "What am I to do with you? Maybe I should just
castrate you and pimp you out for five dollar blow jobs in dirty
alley's behind seedy bars!
She pauses for a minute as if thinking it over, before continuing...
"No, you would enjoy that! I bet you would wiggle your ass every time
you shoved that filthy money down your bra."
I start to shake my head vehemently, but stop myself. Tears start to
roll down my cheeks.
"I'm going to be punished because you couldn't keep your dirty cock
sucking lips off my clit! You were TOLD you are not allowed to cum
without permission., yet you just cant seem to control yourself!"
I want to shout, scream, plead with her, I want to say that we don't
need to tell Mistress, but as quickly as that thought pops into my
head, I know it's the absolute worse thing we can do.
So I quickly dismiss it, locking it away, never to be thought again..
"I guess this is my fault," she continues in a softer, self
recriminating tone.
"I see those lips, and that cute ass of yours, and I just want to own
them, possess them. I want to fuck them all night long."
"No! It's not your fault!" My mind shouts, "I want to suck your cock!
I NEED to suck your big, beautiful cock!
I want you fuck me all night long!
"I NEED to feel your balls slapping against mine as you ram your hard
cock, deeper and deeper into my ass!"
"I HAVE to know the sensation of you're orgasm as you release your cum
deep in my ass!."
"It's NOT YOUR FAULT!
I...I...I LOVE YOU!"
I stop breathing, and I get dizzy thinking those three unspoken words.
*Sigh* "Princess, you bring out the worst in me. I have a hard time
controlling myself around you. I need you to help me here."
Princess! she called me Princess! My heart literally skips a beat, and
I raise my head far enough to kiss every one of her toes.
Jennifer continues in a softer voice, "you're exposing feelings in me
that I can only imagine our Mistress feels, I need her guidance."
I want to apologize, but the words escape me. Should I call her
Mistress, or Master,? after all she does have a dick! In the end i
remain quiet.
After a few minutes Jennifer steps around me and says, "get up, bitch,"
in her normal voice, "we have a lot to do today."
I reply "yes, Miss Jennifer," stand up and go to pick up the bedding.
"Leave it, the Maids come today."
I follow her into the bathroom, rubbing my sore throat as I enter.
Jennifer finishes on the commode, wipes her clitty, and flushes.
I take her place on the commode as she washes her hands. She fills a
glass with water, and grabs a box of Epsom salt out of a cabinet.
I finish up, wiping the tip of my clitty before standing up, and step
to the vanity to wash my hands.
"Here, gargle this." Jennifer says, "this will help you with your
throat."
As I gargle, she reaches into a drawer. She hands me a new toothbrush,
and we brush in silence.
We grab a quick shower, making sure to keep our hands to ourselves, and
quickly towel off.
Jennifer disappears into her cavernous closet and calls out, as I have
a seat at her make up table and moisturize my face.
"Today we introduce you to our "Ladies in waiting," have a Pilates
class scheduled at 9:00," she returns carrying another armload of
clothes, "and then, you and I have errands to run."
She smiles mischievously when she mentions the errands.
I'm starting to worry now.
She tosses the clothes on the bed and waves me off her bench, and takes
a seat. She quickly moisturizes, and starts applying her make up.
I pick up her brush and start brushing her luxurious black hair.
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and she smiles warmly.
My heart melts once again, and I smile in return.
Jennifer holds my gaze, and says , "one hundred strokes, Princess."
I finish brushing and she quickly pulls her hair into a ponytail.
Jennifer quickly lines my eyes and fills in my brows.
"It's time you start applying your own make up."
I eagerly reach for the eye shadow pallet when Jen's voice stays my
hand.
"No, Princess, not yet. Just some Mascara, and Lip Gloss for now, we
have a workout ahead of us, remember?"
"Princess?" Mistress's voice sounds from the doorway. A pause,
"Jennifer, may I have a word with you?"
Susan turn and walks back to her bedroom. I guiltily look at Jennifer
in the mirror, and see her standing there deflated, head bowed, eyes
closed, brimming with tears.
Before I can say a word, she pivots and runs out of the room.
*Authors note, Since this is Amanda's story, I won't segue into Susan &
Jen's conversation. Perhaps I'll write a follow up short story in the
future, if there's enough interest.*
Chapter 2
It's 20 minutes before Jennifer returns, and a cold fist grips my
heart. I carefully apply Mascara to my top lashes without too much
trouble, but can't seem to brush my lower lashes without it clumping up
and making a mess.
I wipe my eyes with make up remover pads, and start over. I have to re-
line my eyes with a liner pencil, and succeed on the third attempt.
It's a little bold, but I've seen worse. (thinking of Tina Trailer
Trash, Queen of the Circle K).
I then apply a coat of Mascara to my upper lashes, and stop there.
I pick up a pink lip pencil and line my lips, applying a glittery pink
gloss last. For some reason they don't appear as full and pouty as last
night.
I press my lips together and start a second coat as Jennifer walks in
with red puffy eyes.
I stand up and turn to her, asking if she's ok, and she replies in a
formal, Domineering voice,
"Amanda, fetch me a cool washcloth from the bathroom, then come back
here and explain to me why you look like you're ready for a night on
the town,"
"Amanda, not Princess?" I think as I retreat to the bathroom, the cold
fist gives a tight squeeze,
I return to find Jennifer lying on the bed with her eyes closed. I fold
the washcloth and gently lay it across her eyes.
I kneel down at her side, and lay my head next to her. Her hand reaches
out and takes mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The icy grip around
my heart melts away.
"Amanda, we need to get dressed, the Ladies will be here shortly."
I quickly stand up and ask which outfit was mine.
She quietly replies, "Pink and White, naturally."
I separate the clothes, and grab the white gaff. I figure out how it
works, and slip into it.
I don't see any panties, and I'm about to ask Jennifer about them, when
I see a small white, triangular object mixed in with my socks.
A THONG! Jen must have heard my gasp, because she looks up to see me
sliding them on.
I twist my head and look over my shoulder at the make up mirror, I can
see the thin white material splitting my ass in half.
"You are such a slut!" Jen says with humor in her voice. I turn and
look at her with a mile wide smile. Her smile is just as wide as mine.
"Finish getting dressed, and do tell me why you look like a Raccoon?"
With faux outrage I reply, "I do not! I think I did pretty good for my
first time!"
I slip into a white sports bra, adjusting the "girls" just so, as Jen
looks on in amusement. I reach for the white shimmery tights, and Jen
watches me like a Hawk, to make sure I don't snag them with my nails.
I ball up the legs like I've seen in a million movies, and slip my left
foot in. I carefully slide the tights up to my knee, before doing the
same with my right foot. I finish sliding the tights up without a snag,
and look at Jennifer triumphantly.
I get a face full of pillow, and a stuck out tongue, for my effort.
Jennifer say's "your make up will have to do, we really must hurry." As
she moves to the make up table to fix her own.
I slip into my hot pink leotard. and grin joyously when I see it's also
a thong.
It has a wide aqua blue belt that fits snugly around my waist, and
think "I look Hot!"
I quickly slip into the 1/4 socks with the pink pom and then the pink
and white Reebok's Jen chose for me.
I rush to the closet to get a look at myself, and hear Jen snicker.
I'm disappointed that my ass looks flat, and I'm not nearly as curvy
without a padded panty.
"I beginning to think you've fallen in love with yourself," Jen says
while slipping her perfectly round thong wearing ass (I am sooo jealous
right now) into a pair of royal blue, skin tight Biker shorts and
matching sports bra. I can't tell if she's serious or not.
She quickly grabs a shorter version of the chestnut wig I wore last
night, and this time dabs some adhesive to my temples before pinning
into place. She finishes with a ponytail held by a hot pink scrunchy.
She wraps another choker around my throat, this one is pink lace, and
says, "Grab your cigarettes, and let's go."
Chapter 3
Jennifer gives me a quick tour of the ground floor. There's Susan's
office, a living room, formal dining room, a library, two powder rooms,
and huge kitchen, with breakfast nook, Cherry cabinets, Granite counter
tops, gleaming stainless steel appliances, Viking stove, two built in
wall ovens, and Butler's pantry, with a janitor's closet, restaurant
quality sink, and walk in Freezer.
There's also a smaller pantry where, Jen explains, all the common
household goods, and cigarettes are kept.
I whistle in admiration as we step outside for a cigarette.
We sit down and light up, and she tells me that the real Maid's service
comes every Tuesday for a thorough cleaning, and our "Ladies" come on
Thursday's and every other Saturday."
"Ladies in waiting?" I ask.
"Mistress has four service slaves serving her. They come clean the
house, and if they do a good job, Mistress rewards them with quality
time, providing she's not too busy."
Fascinated by this subculture I seem to have been seduced into, I ask
her the difference between her type
of slavery, and the "Ladies."
Jennifer raises that damn eyebrow and barks, "EYES DOWN!" I drop my
gaze with alacrity, and I stand up to drop to my knees, when she
commands, "sit back down!"
I sit, keeping my eyes adverted and wonder what I said wrong.
"OUR type of slavery is much more intimate, Mistress has seen something
in us worthy of her guidance, affection, and loyalty. She will do
anything in her power to protect and provide for US. In return, WE will
do whatever she asks, without question. WE will serve her, serve with
devotion and loyalty.
"Please forgive my misunderstanding, Miss Jennifer, I honestly meant to
include myself in that statement. Before yesterday the only thing I
knew about Dominance and Submission, was what I saw on TV."
She replies sarcastically, "yeah, I saw that episode of Castle!"
"I'm not naive, but I've never been exposed to people who chose this as
a lifestyle, I thought BDSM was a kinky bedroom game, and Dominatrix's
were highly paid kinky prostitutes."
"As I was saying, before you rudely interrupted me, for which you can
expect to be punished, our "Ladies," are slaves Mistress has interacted
with in other venues."
"They are all lacking certain qualities, Mistress requires in her
personal slaves, but have just enough of the right stuff for Mistress
to graciously allow them to serve her."
"Miss Jennifer, may I speak?"
"You may."
Once again, hundreds, no thousands of questions flow through my mind.
"What is my role here? I mean, other than serving you and our Mistress,
I mean."
"Mistress will explain that to you when you sign your contract."
"For now, though, you are to assist me in running the house, with
Mistress launching her cosmetic line, and opening new Spa's around the
country, I find myself stretched thin."
We sit there in silence for a minute, and very softly, I ask,
"Why me?"
She reaches across the table, and gently raises my head. She stares
into my eyes and says,
"because, my sweet, sweet Princess, as soon as you arrived, your body
was screaming, "make me your slave! And it took all of 15 minutes for
your mind to submit."
"Jennifer," Mistress says, as she walks through the kitchen door. "Go
unlock the door for our "Ladies." Amanda, a word."
We both bow in unison, acknowledging her command, and Jennifer leaves.
The fist returns, gripping my heart in it's icy embrace, as Susan walks
over to me.
She is wearing a pair of skin tight bright yellow workout shorts that
show off her magnificent tan legs, and a tight white tank top. On her
feet are white New Balance trainers.
"Am I to be dismissed for this morning's dalliance?" I think, as Susan
takes a seat. She sets down a urine sample bottle, you know, the one
with the thermometer strip? And picks up a cigarette.
I scoop up my Zippo and light her Virginia Slim.
She looks at me for a moment, with a neutral gaze, and tells me to sit.
"Amanda, what did you do to your face?...Never mind, you are to remain
silent when we introduce you to our Ladies, you will nod in
acknowledgment when they curtsy, but that is all. You WILL maintain eye
contact when I introduce you"
"Yes Mistress."
"Jennifer and I have a function to attend this evening, so you will be
home alone, I suggest you use your time to familiarize yourself with
the house, and grounds."
"YAY!" My mind screams, I'm not being dismissed! Mr Icy Fist melts away
once again. Why does this woman have such power over me?
"You may order in dinner if you like, there's cash in my desk drawer,
or help yourself to the refrigerator, it's your choice."
She pauses for a moment to inhale, never taking her eyes off mine.
I have a task for you to complete," she hands me the sample jar and
say's, "I expect you to fill this by noon tomorrow."
My confusion must have shown on my face as I think, "she wants me to
take a drug test? Now?" Because she adds
casually, "Not with urine, pet."
Comprehension hits me like a ton of bricks, and my face turns bright
red as she stares into my eyes.
She reaches across the table and picks up my Zippo as I stammer, "ye ye
yes Mistress."
She examines my beat up old lighter, with it's fading Marine Corps logo
for a minute, as I compose myself.
A warmth comes to her eyes and voice when she asks me,
"Was this your Father's?"
Emotion chokes my voice as I reply, "Yes Mistress, it's all I have
left."
Susan reaches out and takes my hand in hers, and we sit there, quiet
for a moment, as I compose myself once again.
She finally says, "make sure you put it away for safe keeping, I'm
afraid it doesn't meet my standards. I'll have Jennifer buy one more
suitable for a beautiful young lady such as yourself."
Softly I say "thank you, Mistress."
Jennifer calls out, "our Ladies are here."
Susan takes my hand as we go to meet the Ladies.
Chapter 4
As we follow Jennifer into the kitchen, the clock reads 7:45. I see
four maids standing in a line, heads bowed in submission.
They are of course Cross-dressed men, wearing curly long blonde wigs,
Satin Maid's dresses, black seamed stockings, and very very high
stiletto heels.
"Not a one could pass in public." I think proudly.
Jennifer grabs my arm and stops me about 15 feet back, pouring us a cup
of coffee, as Mistress walks up to the Ladies.
"You may raise your eyes Ladies," Mistress says in a warm, but firm
tone.
Susan walks down the line slowly, examining each maid from head to toe.
She stops at the first maid in line, the maid in the red dress, and
says, "nails please."
She examines each nail closely, and says, "much better this week, Amy,
keep practicing, I'll expect improvement on Thursday."
"I am watching a true Dominatrix in action," I think to myself.
Amy then hikes up her skirt, to show her red ruffled satin panties. He
slides the panties down to mid thigh, and much to my shock, I see his
cock is locked in some type of acrylic device.
Jennifer whispers in my ear, "that's a CB 6000 chastity device, and if
you don't start behaving, I'll have YOU in one, bitch." She nips my ear
with her teeth as I cringe in horror.
Susan moves onto the maid in the soft pink dress. She stares at his
face a moment and says, "very good Brittany, I am pleased with your
progress." Brittany beams with pleasure as he shows his CB 6000, and
Susan moves on. "Oh, thank you, Ms!"
A frown comes over Susan's face when she stops in front of the maid in
the baby blue dress. "Debra, I see a run in your stocking. You are
dismissed for the day." Susan says, voice dripping with scorn. "Yes,
Ms," a weak voice says and Debra departs with tears running down her
cheeks.
Susan stops in front of the last Maid, wearing the traditional black
dress. A smile crosses her face as she says, "My little Cindy, we are
so happy you've returned." "It's always a pleasure to serve you,
Mistress." As Susan reaches up under his dress, instead of him exposing
himself like the others.
Of the four maids, he looks the most polished, and practiced of the
group, and judging by the warmth in Mistress's voice, I can tell they
have a history together.
"What's his story, and why did he get to call her Mistress?" I whisper
to Jen, as I take a sip of coffee.
"That's her personal Lawyer, he's been enslaved to her since college.
He just got back from London, and it looks like we're going on a
European tour." Jen whispers back.
I choke, and almost spit my coffee out, much to Jennifer's great
amusement.
Susan takes a step back and says, "Ladies, I'd like to introduce you to
the newest member of my house."
Jennifer and I set our coffee down, and step forward.
Susan takes my arm and says, "Ladies, this is Amanda, you will obey her
as you would obey Jennifer, or myself. Amanda, this is Amy," who
curtsies and says, "It's an honor to serve you, Miss Amanda."
"I supposed to dominate them? I'm a slave!" I think, in a panic as I
maintain eye contact with Amy
"Brittany, say hello to Amanda. Thank you for allowing me to serve you,
Miss Amanda, as he curtsy's."
"Cindy, my dear, this is Amanda."
"Miss Amanda, I am at your beck and call, whatever you need, please
don't hesitate to call on me." Cindy says with a deep curtsy.
"Amanda, I think your Mistress just handed you to your own pet Lawyer,
wrapped in pretty Satin," I think happily.
Thank you for coming Ladies, Jennifer, they're all yours." Susan says
and walks to her office.
"OK my darlings, it's time to get busy!" Jennifer says in a cheerful
voice.
"Amy, please prepare our breakfast, then clean the main floor."
"Brittany, the Jag needs to be serviced, Please detail the interior,
wash and wax it, and fill it up, then move on downstairs."
"Cindy, you will start upstairs, then clean the pool house."
"Amanda, please come with me."
We enter the office, Susan is on the phone, conducting business,
Jennifer settles behind her desk, and boots up her computer.
I'm at a loss at what to do, so I ask Miss Jennifer for permission to
retrieve my Laptop from my car.
She raises her brow inquiringly, and I explain to her that I had some
reports to finish, and email to my boss, former boss I correct quickly,
when I feel Susan's eyes fall upon me.
She gives me permission so I ran out my car. I enter the hanger Susan
called a garage, and take a look around.
Woah! I say out loud getting my first good look. I see my crappy Civic,
the Bentley. a Audi two door sports coupe, 2 Mercedes SUV's, a classic
Mercedes two door convertible, a BMW 1200cc Motorcycle, and a Porsche
356!
I fantasize about Susan, dressed in skin tight black leathers, on the
bike, with Jennifer in tight red leather riding bitch, and grin a
wicked grin.
I look at the Porsche with envy, before grabbing my computer, and
heading back to the office.
Jennifer has me set up the Laptop up on her desk, across from hers. I
pull up a chair and boot up. Jennifer gives me access to the network,
and I log on just as Amy knocks and informs us breakfast is ready.
We eat outside, enjoying egg white omelet's, fresh croissant's, and
fruit. coffee and orange juice.
We linger over cigarettes and coffee, before heading back inside.
The doorbell rings, and Jennifer goes to answer the front door. I
follow Susan into the foyer, and Jennifer is standing there with a semi
attractive redhead. She has the lean hard body of a personal trainer.
Susan greets her warmly, introduces her as Nancy, and tells her I'd be
joining them today.
I say hello in my softest tone, and Jennifer explains that I had very
sore throat, emphasizing the word very.
I wonder if we're going to workout outside, when Susan says, "Let's
head downstairs."
"Downstairs, finally!" I think, imagining the horrors I'll find down
there after Jennifer's threat Friday afternoon.
Anticipation builds as we head down the stairs, I'm imagining torches
lighting the dungeon, Iron Maidens, Stocks, a Rack, Branding Irons, a
Guillotine, and tortured slaves chained to the wall, moaning in pain.
I close my eyes as I get closer to the door at the bottom of the
stairs.
Jennifer, leading the way, opens the door, and steps out into the
basement.
I reach the bottom, step through the doorway and open my eyes.
*GASP* I look around in horror as I see...A huge open room, beautifully
decorated. There's a convex home theater niche off to the right, with a
huge flat panel TV. There's a fabulous pool table, 10' long bar made of
Teak. Hot Tub, Sauna, 2 full sized baths, and a home gym, behind a
glass wall.
One wall is nothing but floor to ceiling shelves, full of DVDs, and
Music CDs.
The gym has a padded floor, Bowflex, 2 Stationary Bikes. 2 Crossfit
treadmills, chrome dumb bells, and wall length mirrors on either side
of the room.
*Authors Note...
Dear readers, I know you're probably bored to tears, and yelling at me
to get back to the good stuff by now.
But honestly, do you really just want bondage & blow jobs?
Please try to think of this story as more of a Drama, and less like a
70's Porn film.
p.s. feedback is most welcome.*
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