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Amy's legs wobbled as she walked away down the corridor. I bit my lip and suppressed the urge to jump with glee. She was clearly flustered. Her little dress was crumpled and out of shape, having been on my floor all night. Every few steps, she'd stop, pat down the creases, and pull at the hem to prevent it from riding up her juicy thighs.

Whenever she moved, I gazed at the firm little humps of her ass swaying under the fabric. I wondered whether her cheeks were still pink from all the spanks I'd given her the night before.

Part of me hoped that our friends would see her and ask her some awkward questions about where she'd been all night. Maybe they'd even ask her if she'd slept with someone? The thought of her pretty face going red as she made excuses added to my already intense arousal.

I took a deep breath and closed the door.

Safe and alone, a delirious grin spread across my face. I scampered over to my bed, grabbed a pillow, hugged it tightly, and rolled around. Amy's sweet, musky scent lingered on the fabric. I screwed my eyes shut, my body trembled, and my panties began to saturate. I was euphoric! I'd done it! I'd teased Amy, ruined her, and sent her home.

Almost automatically, my hand slipped down my body and began to massage my wet, swollen crotch through the fabric of my skirt. I moaned as waves of gratification rolled through me.  Then, I reached under my skirt, and my fingers slid through my slick, engorged folds.

I clenched my teeth and squealed with excitement, then descended into a frenzy of masturbation. My entire body cried out with lusty need, and my fingers swirled around my clit almost at the speed of light. I moaned, bucked, and writhed all over my bed until I brought myself to an intense, shuddering orgasm.

But masturbating once wasn't enough to satisfy me, arousal was locked in my mind. I wanted to play with myself over and over. But, before I could continue, I looked at my clock and wailed in frustration.

I left my bed, ran down the corridor to the shower room, quickly soaped my body down and redressed. I had lectures to attend.

As I entered the lecture hall, I flicked out my phone. I wanted to send Amy a quick message, but I couldn't work out what to write. Should I say something sexy? Something kind? Something reassuring? I didn't know, and I didn't have the luxury of time to think the lecture was just about to start.

I looked at the big 'phones off,' sign on the projector screen, and sighed. I shut my phone off and found myself a seat near the back of the room.

As the lecturer began his presentation, I zoned out. My eyes pointed towards the projector screen, but the only thing I could see was Amy. I sat horny and flustered, wishing I could be back in my room, playing with myself. 

As soon as proceedings were over, I flicked my phone back on. To my delight, I saw a message notification. I eagerly opened it. It was from Amy.

"Oh, Katie (Mistress!!) how are you today?! I just wanted to say thank you so much for last night! My body feels broken in the nicest possible way! I keep needing to remind myself to breathe. I want to kiss you again!"

I smiled excitedly and started typing back. I redrafted my message about eight or nine times, trying to get the balance right between kindness and flirtatiousness. I wanted something that would make her feel sexy, make her feel liked, and make her feel good about what we'd done last night.

"Hey, naughty! I'm good. Last night was so much fun! You really are an adorably sexy little submissive! How's your day going? x"

Her response was swift.

"So I'm 'adorably sexy?!' That's so sweet, I'm actually blushing right now! I'm in the library, but I can barely pay attention. I'm so naughty. I need to be punished! I can't wait until next time! xxxxx"

I didn't respond immediately.

My mind had constructed a devious plan.

I quickly grabbed a sandwich from the departmental canteen, munched it down, then made my way to the library.

The library building was quite big and on more than one level, but I knew where Amy liked to study. If she could, she always chose one of the desks on the ground floor, next to the windows overlooking the courtyard. As I entered the building, that was precisely where I was headed.

The place was moderately busy, and over half the desks were full; however, it wasn't long before I spotted my favorite little blonde girl. There she was, in a cute pair of jeans and a tight sweater. Her head was tilted down, staring at a textbook. Her pen hovered over her notepad.

As I walked past the lines of desks, my pussy began to swell with excitement. My wet lips rubbed against each other delightfully with every step.

I guess Amy must have heard the footsteps coming towards her. She looked up from her book and spotted me. Almost instantly, her eyes widened, and we stared at each other. With one hand, she started to fidget with her pen; with the other, she smoothed down her hair. A nervous, but irrepressible smile spread across her face. I beamed back at her provocatively while maintaining my stride. I knew exactly what I was going to do.

Just as I passed her, I leaned down.

"Next time I'm going to absolutely fucking destroy you," I whispered in her ear.

She choked.

"Katie...!" she exclaimed, somewhat louder than she perhaps intended.

I put my index finger on her lips to shush her.

"Shh, this is a library," I whispered.

As I withdrew my finger, the look on her face was priceless. Her eyes widened even further, her cheeks flushed, and her jaw hung loose. My eyes lingered on her for a second, then I started to march away, swaying my ass. I kept on going until I reached the stairs to the upper floor. As I walked up, I bit my lip and suppressed a depraved little giggle. I did everything I could to stop myself from clapping my hands in exhilaration.

On the upper level, it's possible to look down onto the floor below, so I quietly headed over to the rail and peeked down at Amy. I plastered an evil grin on my face so that, if she saw me, she'd think that I had intended for her to spot me.

I could see her squirming at her desk. Her face was pained, her legs were crossed tightly together, and her top leg jiggled rhythmically. I knew exactly what she was doing: she was trying to use the friction to get herself off.

Her hands gripped her thighs, and she gently rocked back and forth, paying attention to neither her books nor her notes. She kept looking over her shoulders to the stairs that I'd just climbed, then back down at her desk. Perhaps she was wondering if I was going to come back.

Then I guess another thought struck her.

She looked up at the balcony where I was leaning.

Our gazes met.

She jumped a little. Then swallowed.

One of her cute little hands rose up and grabbed a strand of her blond hair tightly. A tense, sheepish look flashed over her face, and her body went rigid. Her blood pressure was clearly continuing to rise, and her face burnt deep red.

I paused for a few seconds to let her mortification develop fully. Then I flicked my hair, winked at her, and slunk off between the bookshelves, leaving the poor little girl to squirm on her own. Hidden between the shelves, I extracted my phone from my bag and messaged her.

"No masturbating in the library, please. Whore!" I said.

Later that day, I lay in my bed, restless and horny. I was lying on my back, with my head leaning against a pillow. Arousal lingered in my body, and my hand rested high up my thigh, right next to my crotch. I desperately wanted to play with myself, but I'd been doing that all afternoon. My pussy was sore: it throbbed with a dull, painful ache.

I sighed and grabbed my phone: I needed to distract myself somehow. However, rather than read some website or play a game, I couldn't help myself look at the messages I'd received from Amy. I growled it myself in annoyance... but somehow gave myself mental permission to write a few flirtatious lines.

I started to type, but as I did so, a thought struck me, and it filled me with worry. I realized that I hadn't thought any of this through. I'd been swept away by lust and had barely given any thought to the consequences of my actions. Questions started to race through my head.

What did I want from Amy? What kind of relationship did I want us to have? Could I end up hurting her, or myself?

I stopped typing my message and put my phone down. I shifted position onto my side and curled up. A sudden flood of worry swamped my arousal, drowning it in a cold lake of dread. Everything about this situation seemed heartbreakingly familiar.

I didn't want to put Amy in the situation I'd been in last summer. Back then, I'd had a secret fling with a guy called Nick. He was more than twice my age and a good friend of my dad. Neither of us wanted my dad to know about our tryst, and we both felt the age gap could be a problem long term. We decided to keep the relationship causal – something we'd been very explicit about from the start. However, that hadn't stopped me falling in love with him. I guess I was too romantic and naive to stop myself.

Although I kept reminding myself that it was just a summer fling, my emotions took a different path. Nick had been the first person to tie me up, the first person to spank me, and the first person to tease me to within an inch of my sanity. He made me feel things I'd never felt before: I was always horny and constantly craving him. What was worse, he was so lovely to me too. He'd always cuddle me back to sanity after destroying me and soothe me back to normality.

Eventually, I'd pushed him for a serious relationship. He had said 'no,' and I'd felt utterly crushed. Worse still, I felt so stupid. We'd agreed so clearly that our relationship was going to be casual, so why was I getting so upset when he refused to change the rules? Coming to terms with his rejection was one of the most painful experiences of my life: I couldn't inflict the same thing on Amy.

I sighed, grabbed a pillow, and hugged it tightly. What the hell was I going to do?

As I saw it, I had three options. I could just stop things now and call everything off with Amy. At the other extreme maybe I could try to make Amy my girlfriend. Or we could keep to what we'd already agreed to, a friends with benefits type relationship.

I dismissed the first option immediately. I couldn't just call things off with Amy. I was too attracted to her, and dominating her was too much fun. 

So what about having her as my girlfriend? I dismissed that option too. Amy said she was a submissive, but I was a switch. I loved both dominance and submission, but ultimately, I loved submitting more. Was it really fair on myself if I entered a serious relationship with someone who couldn't fulfill my very deepest desires?

I sighed. Ultimately, 'friends with benefits' seemed the best option. However, my experience with Nick taught me that I'd have to be sensible. I absolutely couldn't lead Amy to believe that I wanted anything more than intermittent play. I couldn't accidentally hurt her like Nick had accidentally hurt me.

I decided to make a conscious effort to limit my flirting. I also chose not to push for another play session quickly. If we played too frequently, it might seem like we were in a relationship in all but name.

Keeping things infrequent would work, wouldn't it?

I hoped so.

I mentally agreed with myself that I wouldn't play with Amy again until the next week at the earliest.

Just under a week later, I walked through the dorm block. The sun had begun to set, and red-orange light streaked through the corridor windows. I was heading out to meet a group of friends. We were going to our favorite local club to dance the night away.

As I pushed through the exit door, I could see my friends congregating. My eyes scanned the crowd until I saw Amy. For a second, my breath stuck in my throat. She looked stunning, perhaps more beautiful than I'd seen her in all the time I'd known her. I actually felt a little implosion of weakness inside me. It was almost as if she'd drained the energy from my muscles.

She'd really done herself up. Her blonde hair was tousled into loose golden ringlets that cascaded over her bare shoulders, and her body was clad in a tiny pale-yellow sundress. It was strapless and made from deliciously light, thin material. It hugged her tits and her waist before fanning out briefly over her thighs. It was very, very short. The hem floated, teasingly, a few inches below her crotch, leaving almost all of her juicy, silky-smooth legs on display.

For a second, I stood mesmerized by her exquisite, radiant beauty. I almost wanted to fall to my knees and worship her. I couldn't help but imagine running my hands over her body. Mentally, I moaned, as I imagined feeling her smooth, satin skin beneath my fingers.

As the fabric of her dress shifted in the light breeze, she smiled, giggled nervously, and played with her hair. Guys swarmed around her, much to the annoyance of some of the girls. Their forced smiles and little sideways glances betrayed every ounce of their envy.

The guys were noisy and unruly, in a successful, but ill-advised attempt to get Amy's attention. Their too-loud voices and forced horseplay merely showed their hunger for her approval, not their maturity. Their inexperienced eagerness reminded me exactly why I avoided dating guys my own age.

Nevertheless, I could sympathize with their motivation. My gaze was drawn to the bare skin all along Amy's shoulders to her neck, it shimmered in the late evening sunlight as if she was an angel. The outfit was way skimpier and sexier than anything she usually wears when she goes out. I hope that she'd got dressed up especially for me.

Whether or not that was the case, I'd definitely dressed for her. I'd chosen my outfit very carefully. I was encased in a short, clingy, dark-blue dress. It molded to my body: tightly fitting to my bra-less tits and the curve of my waist, before cupping both cheeks of my ass, and squeezing the tops of my upper thighs. It allowed me to show off a nice stretch of bare leg until, just below my knees, my calves descended into my heeled black boots. Just like last time, I'd aimed for having a hint of dominatrix about me, but only a hint. Not enough so that people would make comments, but maybe just enough to trigger horny, submissive thoughts in Amy's filthy little mind.

As I approached the crowd, I braced myself and grinned. My heart was beating fast, but I couldn't let Amy's beauty distract me. I was going to be the siren leading her onto the rocks, not the other way around. I needed to look confident, in control, and alluring. I marched up to the crowd, deliberately making sure my heels clicked just a tad louder than usual along the concrete slabs. I was flattered that a few of the guys hanging around Amy turned to face me. Their eyes greedily scanned across my body, some in more obvious ways than others.

"Hi guys," I purred, only half paying attention.

"Wow… Katie… you're looking nice!" a guy called Chris said, taking his usual thinly-disguised look at my legs, then up to my tits, then back down to my legs again. Not that I minded, I always took it as a compliment.

"Yeah… I know," I said cheekily, without turning my eyes away from Amy. I was waiting for her to look in my direction, and I didn't have to wait long before she did. Her eyes met mine, and they sparkled. A happy grin spread over her face. Her eyes traced up and down my ensemble, and she bit her lip. Bingo!

I fired a devilish grin in her direction, winked at her, and then turned around to face Chris.

"So, how's it going?" I said. My stomach reverberated with butterflies as I wondered how Amy would react, but I was determined to distract myself and not let it show.

"Yeah, it's good…" he said.

Then I watched his mouth as he churned out a little update on his life. I didn't really take it in. I think it was something about winning a badminton trophy, and getting a good mark in some recent project, and managing to perfect the process of cold fusion or something. You know, usual boy stuff.

I nodded, and tried to sound impressed, he wasn't a bad guy. Sometimes I even fantasized about having him naked on my bedroom floor, squirming in handcuffs, with his hard dick helplessly jutting out in front of him.

Suddenly, I felt something soft press against my back. I jumped. Then a pair of hands clasped around my eyes.

"Guess who?" Amy's voice giggled in my ear.

A tingle of arousal wormed its way through my body, all the way to my clit. A big grin spread across my face.

"Someone who's about to be in a lot of trouble!" I retorted.

Amy laughed, so did Chris, not that he knew the real context. I reached up, removed her hands, then turned to face her. She blushed, adjusted her outfit, then wrapped her fingers around a rogue wave of her blonde hair.

"What do you think of my dress?" she asked, stepping back to give me a full view.

I grinned, looked her up and down, then locked eyes with her.

"Nice," I said, deliberately playing it cool.

She giggled and touched my arm with one of her warm little hands, sending another fizzle of arousal through me.

"Thanks!" she said excitedly.

Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear really quietly, "You look so hot!" before springing back upright and turning pink.

I smiled, feeling a surge of power flood through me, re-energizing my muscles.

"What did she just say?" asked Chris.

"She said your zipper is undone," I wisecracked, staring down at his jeans.

His eyes snapped down, and his hands rocketed towards his crotch, fumbling with his fly. After a few seconds of panic, he realized that I was joking. He looked up, slightly red-faced, and let out a sigh, half in exasperation, half in relief.

Amy covered her mouth and giggled. Being a good sport, Chris allowed himself a smirk too.

"Sorry," I said with a grin, "it was just girl talk. You should know better than to ask!"

"You're so bad!" Amy exclaimed with a smile. Then leaned in to whisper in my ear again, "And I like it!"

"Slut," I whispered back.

She looked down at her shoes and bit her lip. I knew it was on.

I strode towards another one of my friends and asked how her early morning rowing practice was going. I made sure to give Amy a good view of my ass, maybe she'd fantasize about kissing it.

I giggled my way off the dance floor with my friend Kelly. As we traveled, I adjusted my dress, feeling all naughty and sexy. We'd just been hit on by some guys, but they were getting a bit too touchy-feely for our liking. They'd been good-looking, tall, and muscular. We guessed they were involved in athletics or sports, maybe a couple of years older than us. In some ways, they seemed pretty fun; however, Kelly had a boyfriend back home, and I had other things on my mind.

We saw Chris and some of our other male friends by the main bar, so we scampered over and took refuge with them. Once safe within the group, I felt an urge to create mischief. I gazed around to see if I could spot Amy. I quickly spied her sitting with a group of my female friends in one of the wide semi-circular booths at the side of the room. Even amongst the other girls, all clad in their little skirts, shorts, and heels, she stood out. She shimmered like a little princess as she idly played with her phone.

I decided to make her squirm.

I whipped out my own phone and messaged her.

"I bet if I message you, you'll get all wet under your slutty little dress."

I watched her face closely. A few seconds passed, then her expression indicated that she'd seen the message notification. I saw her quickly flick her fingers to open it. Then, as her pupils scanned across the words, her eyes widened, and her lips parted. She leaned forward slightly, bringing both hands up to cup the screen, trying to hide it from prying eyes.

For a few seconds, her eyes remained fixed on the phone, then she rammed it into her bag and started to look around. Her hands stroked hard up and down her bare thighs as her neck strained from side to side. Not gaining any instant result, her movements became quicker and tenser.

I curled my lips into my mouth to suppress a smile, then turned my back. Amy was going to have to find me. I looked down at my phone and watched the seconds tick by, not sure whether she was going to come over to me or just message me back. Thirty seconds. Sixty seconds. One minute, thirty seconds. One minute thirty-eight seconds… Then I felt the touch of a warm little hand on my arm. 

"Hey… Katie!" I heard Amy's voice say quietly, but insistently.

I turned and to see her and looked her up and down. Her head was tilted down slightly, her face framed by her blonde hair, but her eyes looked up at me. I could see she was grinning. Her cheeks were pink, and her left foot was tiptoed, making a pivot for her leg as it swung from side to side.

"Hey, naughty," I said. I'm sure our friends heard what I said, but I thought it would just fly under the radar as just part of my typical banter. "Let's go for a chat!"

"Yep… okay… cool!" Amy said, bobbing up and down slightly, gigging and awkwardly brushing the hair from her face.

I grasped her hand and led her into the next room where there were some little alcove seats along the wall. It wasn't perfect, but none of our friends were in that room, and the alcove granted us an extra degree of privacy. We sat down next to each other, our naked thighs touching.

Amy exhaled. She ran her hands down her dress, gripped the hem, then shuddered.

"It's really difficult to breathe when you send me messages like that… Mistress," she said.

I grinned at her.

"Are your little panties getting wet?" I said in a teasing voice.

She blushed deeper, looked down, and gripped the hem of her dress a little tighter.

"Yes…" she whispered under her breath, "…yes, Mistress."

"Good," I giggled. I bit my lip and roughly squeezed the beautiful exposed flesh of her upper thigh.

She jumped, and her body wriggled under my touch. I kept my grip firm. She closed her eyes and took a few gasps of air.

Finally, she composed herself and looked into my eyes.

"Can we…" she started, then paused. Her face went even redder. "Can we… play tonight?"

"Hmm," I mused, maintaining my firm grip on her leg. "Maybe… but the weekend might be better."

Her mouth dropped in disappointment.

"Katie!" she hissed, in a high pitched whisper. "That's too long. Let's do something tonight, please. I promise I'll be a good girl for you… a really good girl… you can do anything you want to me."

I stared back into her eyes but kept my expression blank.

"Katie… please," she begged.

I gave her nothing back.

"You're so… mean!" she said, turning away.

"I can be meaner," I said with a grin.

She let out a little pant of frustration. Then eyes turned back to me and said, "Well… you know I kind of like it when you're mean… but…"

"It would be really mean if I just got you all horny then sent you home on your own," I said.

"Katie!" She grabbed my arm, "Please don't do that… Take me home tonight… What do you want?"

I sighed and looked at the ceiling in contemplation, wondering what I could actually get Amy to do. I wasn't going to do anything dangerous, but she seemed pretty desperate. I guessed I could dish out some cruel little humiliations if I wanted.

Suddenly an evil thought hit me.

"Hmm…" I said. "Okay, but only if you prove to me what a little whore you are."

She looked at my expectantly. I maintained my silence; I wanted her to work for my approval.

She cracked.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked timidly.

I paused for a second, then issued my instructions, "I want you to go to the bathroom… take your soaked little panties off… then bring them back to me."

She swallowed. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened, and her expression shifted between what looked like fear, awe, and excitement. She looked down, inspecting just how short her dress was… and it was very, very short.

She looked back up at me.

"I…" her words caught in her mouth, "I…"

I stared right into her eyes.

"I…"

She started rocking back and forward in tension, screwing her eyes shut. 

Eventually, she re-opened her eyes "okay," she said under her breath.

"Now," I demanded in a stern voice, pushing her with my hip.

She rose to her feet, visibly trembling. Her face was burning red; the tips of her ears too; and her chest. She looked at me helplessly, then at the bathroom door on the other side of the room. She took a deep breath, then shakily walked over to it. The tension seemed like it was almost crippling her. It revealed itself in her every movement, until she reached the door, and jumped inside.

I squeezed my thighs together, feeling my pussy begin to swell and moisten. Poor little Amy, I was really putting her through her paces. I can only imagine how much her emotions must have been churning.

I watched the door intently, waiting for her to emerge. It was a few minutes before she did. Maybe there was a queue, or maybe she needed to give herself a pep talk, I didn't know.

As she slowly sneaked out. I could just about make out a piece of pale pink fabric clumped up tightly in one of her fists. Her other hand tugged down the hem of her little dress, I guess in terror that it might ride up. Her face was still burning red. She looked to see whether the coast was clear, then scurried over to me and discreetly pushed her panties into my hand. I could feel that they were saturated with her warm juices.

"Slut," I giggled.

She quickly sat down next to me. Her body was shaking. She crossed her legs tightly, gripped the hem of her dress and pulled down.

"Can we go now, Mistress?" she whispered.

"Let me finish my drink first," I replied.

She quietly roared in frustration.

I chuckled, enjoying squeezing the wet fabric between my hand, then bringing it up to my nose to take in a heady breath.

"Mmm," I purred. "Humiliation excites you, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I can think of lots of delicious little humiliations that I'd like to dish out on you," I said.

She wailed.

"Would you like to hear some?" I asked.

She didn't answer, she just bit her lip and stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. I decided to continue anyway.

"Do you remember what everyone did to Jane for her last birthday?" I said, drawing myself close to her, "You know, they grabbed her… pinned her down… carried her into the next room… then use cling-film to wrap her poor little body a chair…"

Amy screwed her eyes shut, "Katie…" she squealed.

"Do you remember, she begged everyone to let her go? But they all just laughed at her, and went into the next room and continue to party, didn't they?" I said.

Then I released a little giggle.

"Maybe I'd suggest that everyone does that to you for your birthday. It's coming up soon, isn't it? I'd get everyone to grab you and force you onto the chair. We'd cling-film wrap you to it, with your ankles tied to the chair legs... spread out wide like a filthy… little… whore"

I pushed my mouth right up to her ear, "Then we'd leave you there… struggling."

Amy's teeth clenched, and her knuckles almost went white with tension as they clamped down even tighter onto the hem of her tiny dress.

"I'd be nice, though," I chuckled sarcastically, "I'd keep coming in to 'check' on you, like a good little friend, but…"

I paused.

"When I'd see you all helpless and spread-out, I know I'd just make you want to suffer. I wouldn't be able to help it…"

"You'd hear me walk behind you, and every single one of your nerve endings would fizzle with anticipation. Then you'd feel my lips touch your bare shoulder, and you'd jump. Then you'd feel me kiss and nibble all the way along your shoulder to your neck until you'd shudder and wail…"

I bent my head down and nibbled on her shoulder. Amy yelled. I giggled.

"Oh, but you'd have to keep it quiet, though… or everyone would hear you getting played with…" I continued.

I let out another giggle. Amy tucked her head into her body. I could see her thigh muscles start to squeeze together rhythmically. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but it seemed like we were fine. Then I grinned my most evil grin.

"Then you feel me start to run my fingertips all across your exposed skin… down your arms…"

I raked my fingernails down one of her arms, forcing a wail from her lips.

"Down your torso…"

I ran my fingers down her dress.

"Along your legs…"

Amy's body twitched as my fingernails trailed across her bare skin.

"Then I'd start to run my fingers up and down your inner thighs… leaving little trails of fire across your skin. Your muscles would tense. You'd try to close your legs… but you couldn't. You'd be completely at my mercy. And it would make you feel so horny, wouldn't it?"

"You'd try to stop it, but you'd feel your pussy getting hotter and wetter…"

Amy squealed through her clenched teeth. "Katie… I can't take this…" she pleaded.

"You'd be aching for me to play with you, wouldn't you…" I continued. "I'd make you feel so fucking horny you couldn't stand it…"

"Maybe I'd even slip my fingers inside your panties and start to play with your wet little pussy. I'd run my fingers through your swollen… wet… lips…

"I'd slowly swirl my fingers around and around your hard little clit. I'd tease you until you were moaning. I'd tease you until you were dribbling all down your thighs…

"And as I'd play with you, you'd feel yourself getting hornier and hornier. You'd start to gasp and moan. And you'd start to feel an orgasm building deep inside of you… wouldn't you?

"You'd struggle… but each time you feel my fingers rub around your clit… you'd feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming… I'd tease you until you were right on the fucking edge…"

I paused.

"Then, I'd leave you there…"

A tortured wail left Amy's lips. Her thighs pumped hard and fast, and her foot jiggled.

"You'd be squirming so fucking badly, wouldn't you. But you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I'd just leave you there as you wriggled and struggled… like a helpless… little… bitch.

"And I'd do it over and over. I'd keep coming back, and you'd feel your pussy getting hotter and hotter… wetter and wetter… you'd feel like you were going to explode. You'd feel you were just on the edge of cumming. You'd almost feel your body start to shake…"

Amy started to pant loudly. Her body started to rock back and forth as her foot continued to pump.

"Katie… I… fuck… Katie… I'm going to…" her voice trailed off.

I chuckled and kept on pushing.

"Then I'd just stand in front of you, with my hands on my hips, grinning at you… as you'd feel yourself hover on the edge of orgasm. And you'd start to beg. You'd beg me to make you cum, right there… while you were wrapped up. With your friends partying in the next room. You'd beg me to play with you, so you start to cum…"

"Katie… please…" Amy squealed.

"You'd beg me to make you shake and shudder as you feel your orgasm explode inside you. You'd beg me to make you cum, hard, now."

"Katie…" Amy inhaled, then inhaled deeper, then inhaled deeper still.

Her body went rigid. Her thighs clenched hard. Then she came. Her body started to judder right there in the club. She gripped the hem of her dress like her life depended on it.

"Cum like a little slut," I rasped. "Cum like I own your horny little pussy…"

She wailed and started to shake harder.

"And your body just wants to keep on cumming, doesn't it? The waves of pleasure just keep flowing through you, don't they? And it feels so fucking good. It goes on and on, pulsing through you, over and over…"

I started to giggle, looking around to see whether anyone was watching. Nobody was. Fucking hell! How had I gotten away with that?

Amy started taking deep breaths as she continued to tremble.

"Look at me," I demanded.

Amy's awestruck eyes locked on to mine. Her jaw hung open, but no words left her lips, she just panted as she quivered.

"Now we're going home," I said.

Her eyes started to roll around.

"Katie… what… the hell… just… happened…" she panted.

"You know what happened," I said with a smile. "You came. Whore!"

"Katie… fuck… I'm so wet…" she whispered.

"I bet you are," I said. "Do you need to get yourself cleaned up?"

She nodded.

I reached into my bag and threw her some tissues.

"If anyone asks, you split your drink," I said.

"Hurry up," I said, as I dragged my whimpering little friend out of the club. I held her bag and my own as she seemed unable to focus.

My mind quickly zipped over the options to get back to our dorm. There were two ways: one via the main streets, which was more direct; the other via a few quieter residential streets. I selected the residential route. It would take a few more minutes, but it would be less likely we'd be seen.

"This way," I hissed.

Amy nodded and clumsily scuttled after me. Her body was still quivering. Her breathing was still heavy, punctuated only by her panicky little wails. She appeared to be on the edge of sanity, and I didn't blame her. The poor girl was post-orgasmic, dressed in a tiny skimpy dress, and had no panties.

She stooped as she hurried forward, but kept her neck tilted up. Her hands gripped the hem on each side of her little dress, desperately trying to stop it from riding up and exposing her soaked little pussy. Seemingly fixated on reaching the safety of my room, her teeth were clenched, and her eyes were locked forward. She resolutely avoided the bemused stares the occasional passer-by.

The way she tugged at the fabric of her dress made it mold tightly to the delicious mounds of her ass. I knew it was cruel, but couldn't help but dial her suffering up a notch. Although the streets weren't completely empty, there were frequent lengthy gaps between us and anyone else. I decided to warm her ass up with a good firm swat of my hand.

SWAT

She jumped and yelped, "Fucking hell! Katieee!"

"You don't say, 'Katie,' you say 'Thank you, Mistress,'" I rasped.

For a second, she froze. She looked at me, and indignation snapped over her face.

I put my hands on my hips and held her stare. As I glared at her, her breathing became quicker, her shaking became harder. Her eyes flicked down to the floor.

"Thank you, Mistress," she whispered, just on the edge of audibility.

"I can't hear you," I goaded back.

Her face flushed red. Her face quickly snapped from side to side. There was nobody with earshot. Her gaze met mine. 

"Thank you, Mistress," she said again, slightly louder.

"Good girl," I grinned back at her. Then I reached behind her and swatted her ass again.

She yelped, then composed herself.

"Thank you, Mistress," she said again.

We resumed our walk, but whenever a gap opened up between other people and us, I gave her butt cheeks a reminder who was boss. Just one spank if the gap was small, many spanks if the gap was bigger.

As we got closer, we got to our dorm, I couldn't help but whisper dirty things into her ear as I dished out my punishment.

"Horny little slut, aren't you?" I teased.

SWAT

"Yes, Mistress… Thank you, Mistress…"

"You'll soon be on your knees, begging, won't you?"

SWAT

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

"Then you'll start cumming all over my bed, won't you?"

SWAT

"Yes… Mistress! Thank you… Mistress."

As this continued, I noticed that her voice had become quieter, and she had started to tremble more and more. She had also begun to slow down and was taking tiny little steps with her legs close together. I looked up and down her body, slightly puzzled. Then I saw it, and a wide grin spread across my face.

The insides of her thighs were glistening with wetness.

"Getting wet again, are we?" I teased.

"Mis..tress…" Amy stuttered, "I… think… I'm… gonna… cum!"

I swatted her ass again. I hit hard and clean. She yelped and danced on the spot, all the time tugging at the hem of her little dress.

"Thank you… Mistress!" she squealed, "But… really…. I'm right on the edge! I don't wanna cum… not here… someone will see us…"

"Keep walking," I said, with a plan rapidly developing in my mind.

We were virtually at the dorm. In fact, we were walking next to the side of our block. Only a row of trees and bushes separated the building from the path. There was a little gap between the bushes and the building.

I swatted her again as she shuffled forward. Her trembling became ever more forceful.

"It sends a tingle right to the end of your clit when I spank you, doesn't it?" I said.

"Yes, Mistress… thank you, Mistress…" she squeaked.

I swatted her again.

Her knees buckled, and she breathed heavily.

"Thank… you… Mistress"

"Now, get behind that bush!" I ordered.

"What?" she murmured.

"Here," I said, grabbing her hand and dragging her through a little gap in the hedge.

She stumbled through the foliage, then I pressed her up against the wall, pinning her hands either side of her. I stared into her terror-filled blue eyes. Through our clothes, I could feel every shake of her body. Slowly, I pushed one of my thighs forward between her legs, then started to raise it up her slippery skin, all the way to her crotch. The hem of her dress rose up, and I grinned as I pressed up to her hot, soaked pussy lips.

She whimpered breathlessly, "Katie… we can't do this!"

But her words clearly meant nothing; she was too horny. She started to grind her slick little snatch into my leg.

"We can't!" she repeated, but she didn't stop grinding.

"There's nobody about," I replied.

"What if people hear? There are rooms just above us. Oh, God, I'm gonna cum. I know I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna scream. I can't stop it. Katie… they're gonna hear us… oh, God!"

"Here," I said, releasing her arms, reaching into my handbag, and dragging out her used cotton panties, still soaked with her juices, "bite down on these."

A look of utter humiliation flashed over her face, and her jaw dropped. I used the opportunity to slowly push her the knickers into her mouth. Her eyes widened even further, but her hips pressed against me even harder and faster. She bit down.

I re-pinned her wrists. Little muffled wails emanated from her stuffed mouth, and tears started to leak from her eyes.

"You're going to cum for me like a little bitch, aren't you?" I whispered into her ear.

"Ugh!" she squealed and nodded, "Ugh… ugh… ugh…"

"You're going to cum, with your panties stuffed in your mouth like a filthy little slave girl."

At that, her fists bunched. Her head tilted back, her spine arched, and her hips pressed into me with force. I could tell she was going over the edge.

"Cum for me," I rasped.

She wailed, and her body started to shudder violently. I kept my thigh pressed firmly against her crotch, and she kept on gyrating all over it as she shook. Her own leg muscles clenched and unclenched as she came. Her juices flowed over my thigh.

"Slut," I said, laughing as she trembled. "I told you I was going to ruin you, didn't I?"

Her knees started to give way, but I pressed my body against hers and held her in place as best I could. She was breathing heavily through her panties, and I thought she could do with some more air. Careful to keep supporting her, I raised one of my arms and extracted her panties from her mouth.

Through her ragged breaths, some beautiful words left her lips. 

"Hurt me," she whimpered. "Make me cry."

Emboldened, I raised my hand and started slapping it across her face, gently, but humiliatingly. She winced, and tears flowed from her eyes.

"Awww… my little slut needs it badly, doesn't she?"

Her mouth opened wide, and her eyes screwed shut. Her crotch started gyrating against my leg once more.

"Come with me," I said, dropping my thigh.

I grabbed her by the hand. I pulled her quickly out of the bushes and towards the entrance to the building. Thankfully, there was nobody about. Amy stumbled and blubbered as she walked, barely able to keep herself upright.

Once inside, I carefully helped her up the stairs, ordering her to grip the handrail for support. My room is on the top floor, and there are a few flights to navigate.

Halfway up, on one of the landings, I pushed her up against the wall.

"When we get upstairs, I'm going to hurt you," I rasped into her ear. "I'm going to show you what a submissive little bitch you really are."

Her knees buckled, her body folded, and she clung to the rail for support.

I heard a door open down the corridor, followed by footsteps.

"Come on!" I growled. She straightened herself out, but was visibly trembling. "Someone might be coming."

She wiped her eyes, and we quickly continued up the stairs. Thankfully, nobody entered the stairwell. Eventually, we reached the top floor, I grabbed her hand once more, and I dragged her right to the end of my corridor where my room was. I fumbled with my keys, and we darted inside.

I flicked on my little bedside lamp, filling the room with a dull orange glow.

Amy stood in the center of the room, sobbing gently.

I strode back towards her, then started to walk in a circle around her.

"Strip," I ordered.

In a flash, she pulled off her dress and unclipped her strapless bra, releasing her breasts.

"Shoes too," I said.

She bent down and unfastened her cream kitten heels and threw them in the corner.

I could barely get over how hot she looked naked: her slim waist, her gravity-defying tits, her silky smooth legs... it was all so delicious. I wanted to touch and lick and kiss every inch of her. Her gorgeous blonde ringlets still had little leaves in them after our trip through the hedge. Her eyes were wide and wet, with little streaks of mascara down her cheeks. Her pussy and inner thighs were as slick as ever with her juices.

"Hurt me," she whispered, tears still running down her cheeks. "Dominate me… use me like a whore… ruin me!"

She was getting lost in her own submission, falling into 'subspace.' I recognized the feeling, I'd been there too. It's maddening, intoxicating, and all-consuming. I was going to give her what she wanted, but I had to be responsible.

"Do you remember your safe word?" I asked sternly.

"Yes," she sniveled and wiping her tears on the back of her hand.

"What is it?" I said, needing to be sure that she remembered it.

"Red…" she stuttered, "and… yellow… if I'm getting close to my limits."

"Good girl," I said, then added. "Are you close to using it now?"

"No," she whimpered. "I want this… ruin me…"

I believed her, I recognized where she was at. I smiled, but I wasn't going to get reckless. I wasn't going to dish out substantial pain, and besides, that isn't really my thing. But I couldn't wait to push her just a little bit further into the submission that she clearly craved.

"Very well," I said with a big evil grin on my face. "Go and stand against the wall. Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back."

"Yes, Mistress," she whispered. Then she awkwardly padded to the side of the room. She pressed her tits against the wall, shuffled her legs wide, and clasped her hands behind her.

"Good girl," I said.

I went over to my bed and pulled out my box of tricks from beneath it. I extracted a black satin blindfold and a pair of soft, leather handcuffs. Amy's body shifted slightly, and she took a deep inhalation as she heard my presence behind her.

"Katie…" she whispered as I wrapped the cuffs around her wrists and secured the buckle, just tight enough to prevent escape. "Oh, Katie…"

I didn't mind that she didn't always call me 'Mistress.' Using my name was just as beautiful, perhaps more so. It let me know that, in her mind, she was submitting to me, not just playing out a generic fantasy in her head.

I gently pulled her blindfold over her eyes. No words escaped her lips this time, just desperate wail. I'd left her completely helpless and vulnerable, and she knew it. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

The poor girl looked as gorgeous from behind as she did from the front. Her toned legs; the delicious curve of her waist to her hip; and the smooth, pale skin of her back... it was all so very beautiful. However, it was her arousal, combined with the degradation of her predicament that really got me...

The way her tits pressed against the wall as she sobbed. The way I could see the glistening wet lips of her pussy hanging down between her thighs. The way her firm little butt cheeks stung with bright pink hand-marks... It all served to inflame me with an evil, hungry passion.

I slowly paced up and down behind her, allowing my desire to build. With deliberate precision, each footstep of my heeled boot clicked loudly on the tiled wooden floor. Amy gasped and jumped every single time, only inciting me to step harder and louder.

I finally stopped right behind her and pressed my body against hers. She whimpered.

"You are so screwed," I whispered cruelly. "You're going to be a pitiful little wreck by the time I'm done with you."

I bunched up her blonde hair in one of my hands and pulled her head back. Then I ran my nose along from her shoulder to the nape of her neck. I greedily inhaled the sweet musky scent of her body. Her body twitched, and her legs jumped.

"Mmm," I breathed, "you smell so fucking good, I just want to fucking ruin you."

She whimpered.

I reached in front of her with one hand and started to grab her firm tits roughly. Then I dragged my nose across her again. And again. 

Each time I did it, I inhaled deeper and louder.

"Mmm," I growled, losing myself to my animalistic passions, "Hot. Little. Bitch."

Then I cracked my hand down onto her helplessly exposed ass. She squealed, and her legs sagged. I shifted my arm around her waist to keep her upright.

"Oh, Katie… KATIE… KATIE!" she shrieked.

With my free hand, I unleashed on her. Slapping down spank after spank. Her little toes curled and her immobilized hands bunched into fists. Her butt morphed from pink to red. She was wheezing, wailing, and blubbering. As I humiliated her, she pressed her hips against her wall. I could feel her start to gyrate.

"Oh… trying to get yourself off on the fucking wall, are you?" I rasped, "Filthy. Little. Whore."

I punctuated each word with another hard spank. Tears flowed from underneath her blindfold, but she didn't stop grinding. Whether she could get any friction or not, she was gasping with so much tension in her breath that I guessed she was close to cumming.

My hand around her waist shot down hand shot down between her legs. She was hot and wet, absolutely leaking juices. I began to rotate my fingers around her clit, firm and fast. Another taut gasp left her lips. Then another, then another. I pressed my body against hers to keep her upright. Her back arched, and her thigh muscles started clenching and unclenching.

I gave her big, hard spank on the ass.

"Cum for me," I growled.

Climax hit her. Powerful tremors of pleasure hammered through her body. I unleashed a few more spanks. Her legs almost gave way entirely, she was twitching and shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh, don't think I'm fucking done with you yet," I rasped in her ear as she continued to cum. "I'm not going to be done with you until you're a wreck on the floor."

I reached down a little further and slipped a couple of my fingers inside her soaked orgasmic pussy. Then I started pulsing them, hard, against the little rough patch of her g-spot. Her muscles clamped down on me like a vice.

"Ugh… ugh… ugh… ugh…" she wailed over and over as I pressed.

She was sagging down the wall. Her thigh muscles clenching and un-clenching powerfully and rhythmically.

"You're gonna cum for me again, aren't you?" I growled, "You're gonna cum against the wall like a filthy little slut."

It was too much for her. Her body went taut, she screamed, then I felt an explosion of liquid. Her pussy squirted everywhere. Splashing my hand, the walls, her thighs, and the floor.

Her muscles convulsed. She lost all control over herself, and I could barely support her. I eased her down onto the floor. She continued to shake violently.

I cradled her sweating naked body in my lap as she moaned and quivered and sobbed. She looked utterly ruined.

I quickly unbuckled her handcuffs and slipped off her blindfold, suddenly feeling an urge to protect her. I stroked my hands through her hair.

"You are so beautiful," I murmured to her, "… and lovely… and kind…"

She didn't say anything, but she shakily wrapped her arms around me and gripped hard.

I continued to stroke her hair, and I leaned down and gently kissed her cheek.

"I'll look after you," I whispered.

I was sitting in a damp puddle of her juices, and I was immeasurably horny. However, I was going to give her as long as she needed to recover. We stayed like that for a considerable amount of time, with her head resting on my chest. Every so often, her body would twitch.

After what seemed like an age, she wiped her eyes, lifted her head, and looked up at me. Under her mascara streaked cheeks, the biggest, happiest grin I'd ever seen spread across her face.

"Oh, Katie… Katie… Katie!" she sighed, her eyes sparkled for a second before she slumped head back down. Her eyes closed, but she continued to smile. Then she started to giggle.

I held her tighter and kissed her cheek once more.

"You are my favorite naughty girl," I said.

We both started giggling.

"I love being your naughty girl!" she whispered breathlessly.

A fresh surge of arousal flooded through me.

"I know," I said with a grin. "Now get up."

She shifted herself onto her knees, but she seemed to be unable to stand. I didn't care. I wanted her on her knees anyway.

I lifted myself off the floor and moved over to my bed. I smoothed down my dress and sat down. Then I reached between my legs, pulled down my panties, and threw them into the corner.

"Here," I ordered, clicking my fingers and pointing to the floor directly in front of me.

I pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist and spread my legs, revealing my own wet pussy. I needed to get off, and Amy was going to give me exactly what I wanted.

She bit her lip. Then with an eager glint in her eye, she shakily crawled over to me, shaking her hips like a little kitten… an exhausted little kitten.

"Okay, naughty," I said. "You're gonna get me off, and I'm gonna teach you exactly how to do it properly."

Last time we had played, she'd licked me to orgasm more than once, but I could tell it was her first time with a girl. Despite her incredible eagerness, she needed a fuller education, and I was going to give it to her.

"Yes, Mistress," she nodded excitedly.

"Okay, sometimes I'll want you to take your time and take me on a long journey of different sensations, but tonight, we're gonna do this nice and quick."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Okay, first, I want you to lick my pussy all over with your tongue and get it even wetter," I said.

"Yes, Mistress," Amy replied.

I screwed my eyes shut and groaned as I felt her wet tongue on my swollen pussy lips.

"Good girl!" I squealed. "Now, gently… very gently… suck my pussy lips into your mouth."

She complied. I wailed in ecstasy. Pleasure flooded through me. I arched my head back, reveling in the divine sensation.

"Now, dart your tongue in and out of my slit," I said.

As she entered me, I gripped the bed sheets and clamped my thighs around her face.

"Good girl!" I squealed, "Very good girl!"

It felt so delicious that it was almost unbearable.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, then looked straight into her eyes.

"In a minute, you're going to lick my clit," I said. "When you're on your knees like this, just flick my clit up and down with your tongue. Be firm, be consistent, don't vary your rhythm. Don't start messing about trying to do the alphabet or any shit like that. Just keep going, up and down. Even if your fucking tongue gets tired, you're just going to keep going. You're gonna get me off. Understand?"

I knew it wasn't going to take me long to get off. After spending the evening watching Amy suffer, I was so close already; however, I knew I needed to instill the right attitude. Amy needed to know her tongue was there to serve my pleasure, all other considerations were irrelevant.

"Yes, Mistress!" she exclaimed.

"But first, I want to show you who's boss," I said. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed it between my legs, gyrated my pussy, and smeared my juices all over her pretty face. Then I pulled her hair back again. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. Her face was flushed with humiliation.

"Now lick," I ordered, pushing her face back between my legs.

Quickly her tongue flicked against my clit. Waves of pleasure surged through my entire body. I screwed my eyes shut, and everything from earlier in the evening flooded back to me...

I remembered how beautiful she had looked when I first saw her in her little sundress. How powerful I'd felt when I'd winked at her. How evil I'd been made her take her panties off. How delicious it was to make her squirt up against the fucking wall of my room.

I didn't have a favorite, it was all so good, but I fixated on the image of her at the club.

In my mind, I was there once again. I was sitting next to her as I whispered dirty things in her ear. I saw her clenching her legs together, thrusting her hips, gripping the hem of her dress...

It was too much for me; I was powering up the hill, all the way to orgasm. My thighs clamped around Amy's head.

"Make… me… cum!" I roared as I felt myself approach the crest. My neck arched back. Then I wailed as I went over the edge.

My body started to shake.

"Lick me!" I shouted, "lick me, lick me, lick me.."

I exploded into a world of incandescent pleasure. Wave after wave of orgasm hit me. And I rode Amy out, grinding my crotch against her tongue.

Finally, I looked down at her and grinned.

"Oh, God!" I wailed, "You are such a good little girl!"

Amy's face emerged, slick with my juices, panting slightly, but smiling cutely.

"Did you like that, Mistress?" she asked impishly.

"Amy, that was delicious," I said, in a happy daze. "You're definitely going to do that again!"

"I like servicing you, Mistress!" Amy said, smiling a triumphant little smile, clearly proud of what she had just done.

"Now come here," I said. I got up onto the bed properly and lay down. Then I patted the sheets next to me. Amy shakily crawled up, and we kissed. I suddenly realized it was our first proper kiss of the whole evening. I took my time to savor her soft lips and run my hand across her smooth skin as I came down from my orgasm.

"I'm broken," Amy giggled, "but I still feel so horny."

"Yeah," I replied, "me too."