Katy Did

“Your girlfriend’s gonna eat my pussy now.”

I moaned helplessly into the panties stuffed in my mouth, her panties, and I looked at the look on Katy’s face as Amanda began petting her hair. She looked almost like she wanted to cry. She looked back at me as she knelt, her wavy lavender hair hanging down past the collar around her neck, her lips around the ball gag, her palms flat on the white sheets at the foot of the bed, her wrists linked in the thick leather cuffs. She was still getting used to the jeweled plug that Amanda had inserted into her ass and she pressed her knees into the mattress as she bucked her hips, trying to adjust.

“I’m gonna make her lick me until I cum all over that pretty face of hers, and then she’s going to thank me for the privilege.”

She put her finger through the collar’s D-ring and gently pulled Katy down onto her side, petting her hair a bit more and kissing her cheek as she rolled her onto her back and removed the ball gag. She caressed her gently, and then without warning, slapped her across the face. I watched the shock and frustration take over Katy’s expression and Amanda slapped her a few more times and then pinched at her nipples. Katy groaned, her eyes open and her teeth pressed together, and then Amanda took her by the chin and shook her face a little before patting her cheek gently and then turning and stepping towards me.

I heard her heels clack on the orange wood floors of our loft, watched the black nylon of her stockings shine in the bright setting sunlight as she stepped, and she straddled my bound legs, putting her thighs against the edge of the chair. She reached down and removed the tape from across my lips, the sensation of her silk gloves on my cheeks offsetting the sting of the adhesive, and she removed the panties from my mouth. She held them for a moment and inspected them, and then she flipped them over and laid them across my lap, patting the crotch daintily over my penis.

The chair was low and she was tall, taller still in her elegant heels, and she had no trouble lifting one foot onto the arm of the chair as she reached down behind my neck and pulled my face towards her royal blue strapon. My face trembled as it approached me, its perpetual hardness conveying the placidity of its power, and she turned my head to the side and turned my face towards her.

“Open your mouth,” she said. “Open your mouth like a good little slut.”

I sighed sharply as she pushed it in, feeling it fill my mouth and press against my tongue, and I whined as she gently grabbed my lips and pressed them around it before reaching back to unbuckle the straps.

“You’re going to hold this in your mouth the whole time, and if you drop it before I come back you’re going to be in big, big trouble. You’re gonna suck on my nice, plastic girlcock while I make your little girlfriend my bitch, and I’d better not look over and catch you not sucking.”

The buckles clinked together as she stepped back and left it sticking out of my mouth, and I glimpsed her perfect bush before she turned around. Her perfect ass, framed tastefully by her garter belt, obscured my view for a moment and then she went around the side of the bed and turned her attention back to Katy.

She adjusted Katy’s body to where her head lay down at the edge, pulling back her hair and letting it cascade over the side, and she crawled over her and fastened a leather strap around her knees and another one over her thighs. Poor Katy didn’t protest, didn’t resist, her feet just writhed softly and she pouted as she prepared to be used. Amanda’s heels clacked again as she stepped back to the edge of the bed and stood over her, her legs apart and her hands on her hips beneath her black bustier. She cocked them to the side and her hand reached down to lift Katy’s chin.

“I don’t think you appreciate how lucky you are, Katy, what a chance I’m giving you. If you do a good job I might even consider keeping you on as my pussylicker and you’ll get to do it again and again.”

Katy whined softly, and Amanda turned towards me and smirked as she continued.

“Maybe if you’re really lucky I’ll make you into the office pussylicker and you’ll be allowed to serve all the ladies I employ.”

Katy’s whine turned into a moan.

“Well you’ve got to do something for them haven’t you?” she said, turning back to look down at her. “Since I told them all what a filthy little slut you are you’ll have to do something to earn back their esteem.”

I heard Katy sniff for a moment and Amanda reached back down and patted her forehead.

“There, there pretty pet, don’t cry. You’ve got all night to show me you’re worthy of being my slave.”

She paused for a moment, looking down at her, and then she grabbed again for Katy’s mouth.

“I don’t know that you’re ready to eat my pussy yet, actually. You don’t look very grateful. Maybe if I smother you for a while your attitude will improve.”

She turned around swiftly, and just as swiftly lowered her naked ass onto Katy’s head. As I watched my Katy’s face disappear into Amanda’s backside, as she fixed me with a taunting and provocative gaze, and as I groaned and sucked helplessly on her strapon, I wondered just how we had gotten into this terrible mess.

*  *  *

It was Katy’s fault. I had pulled out my phone earlier in the day to a text message she had sent me, reading, “Oh my god.” Then, another, “I think I’m fired.” My heart did a somersault and I asked her what happened, but she just said that she was being called into her boss’s office and that she’d tell me later. I waited more than an hour for her to get back to me, but instead she just showed up at home, crying, and saying that our date for the night would have to be canceled.

She had started a job about three months ago, a very Devil Wears Prada-esque job at a financial firm as an overworked office assistant to a severe, demanding, and exacting woman who I had only known by name and reputation. Until now. Every night she would come home with another story about what Amanda had put her through, and yet every time I suggested that it wasn’t good for her or that she find something else she assured me that somehow, in spite of everything, she loved her job.

She loved her position as Amanda’s assistant, and when she wasn’t talking about the trials and tribulations of it all she was saying how much she admired her and what an incredible woman she was. She said taking Amanda’s messages and even running out for her coffee made her feel important. She loved the firm’s sleek, glamorous offices in the high rise downtown. She said the networking was incredible and that it would lead to big opportunities for her.

And, of course, the money was great. It afforded us a tight but semi-rich lifestyle, and for one thing it enabled us to move in to the huge, well-furnished loft in the trendy neighborhood, which was great but we were just making it financially, especially since I had been out of work. What’s more we didn’t have any real assets or savings to speak of because we were just getting started, and we had no one else that we could rely on for money. We both knew how bleak, even catastrophic, it would be to lose our only source of income.

She had wiped at her face and choked back tears as she told me what had happened. Apparently she had been instructed to clean up and do some filing in Amanda’s office as she left the building for a lunch meeting and, in one of the rare spare moments she had happened to have to herself, she had attempted to send me a naughty picture of herself with her skirt hiked up and her fingers inside her from behind while she bent over Amanda’s desk. Unfortunately though, instead of sending it to me she had inadvertently sent it to the other last person she had texted– Amanda. She showed me how the caption had been a long, elaborate thing, reading that she had been finding little times to do that all morning, and that she was dreaming of my dick replacing her fingers when she got home. She had said in detail how horny she was, and how badly she wanted her pussy filled up.

Her green, sopping eyes were wide behind her glasses as she finally looked at me, and she described how Amanda had suddenly returned shortly thereafter, looking livid and summoning her back into her office. She had ordered Katy to her knees and demanded that she show her all the other dirty pictures she had sent me from work, and she had walked around her in circles as she looked over the dirty texts we had sent back and forth, and finally she had stood back in front of her and dropped Katy’s phone back in her lap.

Katy bowed her head as she told me that she had cried and pleaded with Amanda, begged to keep her job, and assured her that she would do anything. She got a forlorn, distant look as she described how Amanda had tested her resolve by ordering her to bow down and kiss her shoes, and that she had obeyed. As she was sent home Amanda had told her to cancel any plans she may have had for the night, and given her explicit instructions to spend the afternoon preparing for her arrival at our apartment at 5:30 that evening.

I was shocked, and I scrambled for the words to respond, but Katy checked the watch on her wrist and blanched, suddenly looking desperate, and she pleaded with me to help her clean the apartment and make it presentable. We cleaned and tidied for nearly two hours, arranging everything just so and scrubbing seemingly every inch. Finally when the time approached she said we had to stand in the entryway while we waited.

“Did you want to change?” I asked her, but she shook her head as she smoothed her skirt and tried to get her hair under control.

“She told me not to.” Then she looked at me with hesitation and then looked me up and down. “And… and there was something else.” She looked slightly panicked, but she told me that Amanda’s instructions had included that we both greet her at the door within three seconds of her knocking, and her face trembled as she said that they had also specified that I be stripped to my underwear when she arrived.

“She said you were in this as much as I was.”

I protested for a moment, demanding to know exactly what was going on and what exactly was meant to take place when Amanda arrived, but Katy looked at her watch, terrified, and pleaded with me to do as Amanda said.

“When she’s here, too,” she begged as I took off my clothes and laid them out of the way on the floor. “Please, whatever she says. She said if things go well tonight she’ll keep me on. Please.”

I acquiesced, finally, knowing the position we were in, and just as I did her eyes got wide and she shushed me quickly. I heard what she was hearing, the rumble of the elevator down the hall from our door. We heard the chime and the sound of it opening, and a hush fell over us and seemed to cover the entire apartment. We listened through the door, waiting and wondering if it was her, wondering whether she was on the other side of it, wondering what was taking her so long, and then suddenly her knock snapped through the silence and we both jumped visibly.

Katy gave me one final look, one of mixed resolve and trepidation, and then she leaned forward and opened the door.

I had always pictured the Amanda of Katy’s stories, let’s say ungenerously, as some kind of frumpy old battleaxe, and as the door swung out of the way I realized how wrong I had been. In what she wore, in how she styled herself, and in her expression she could easily have been a fashion model in another life, and she immediately conveyed all of the intensity and power that Katy had ever described.

She was older than us, but I would guess only barely into her late 30s, and she had rich, reddish brown hair that was tied up in a thick bun. Her eyes were a caramel brown, her skin was creamy, her figure slender and firm.

Her eyes passed over me and fixed on Katy, and as I looked too I realized how disheveled and put upon she looked by comparison. She had worn a light grey pencil skirt with a white blouse, the kind that was sheer for the most part but with a section of stiff, narrow pleats on the front, and it was open at the top and the whole thing was slightly askew. There were a few little stray wisps in the pale purple hair she wore in a ponytail. She was still beautiful, of course, but Amanda looked like she was from another planet.

She seemed pleased by Katy’s appearance, the hint of a smirk hiding in her severe expression, knowing that she had been hard at work preparing for her, and she looked her up and down before surveying me in the same way and with the same bemused satisfaction. She looked back and forth between us once and then looked out into the room, raising her head slightly, and said, “Bow.”

Katy went down on her knees immediately, and she grabbed my wrist gently and pulled me down to join her.

Amanda slung the large, floppy suede bag she carried off of her shoulder and dropped it on the floor between us as she entered the apartment, her heels confidently sounding her arrival as she stepped off of the carpet in the hallway. I looked out of the corner of my eye at Katy as we hunched over our knees on the floor, but she held her face to the ground and kept her eyes closed. Amanda stepped into the living room and dining area, casting a glance around our space.

“Mmm,” she said. “Nice to see what my good grace allows you to afford.”

We heard her turn and walk back towards us and then she placed a hand on the back of my head and gripped my hair firmly. She raised me back up on my knees and I saw that she had Katy by the ponytail with her other hand.

“You,” she said, tugging lightly at Katy’s hair. “Close the door.”

Katy did, and Amanda lifted gently and we stood.

“You,” she said, tugging at mine. “Lock it. Good.”

She released our heads and snapped her fingers, and as if we both had heard her tell us to we turned slowly in tandem and followed her as she began undoing the belt on her fashionable, tan half trench coat. When she reached the couch she stopped and turned slowly on her heel, and in my peripheral vision I could see Katy’s face fall as we both saw her open her coat, revealing a fine, well-tailored white button up with well folded sleeves, draped elegantly over the pronounced bulge in her dark designer blue jeans.

Her naked forearm, accented by a tasteful gold chain, held out her coat to Katy, who dutifully went and hung it up in the closet, before sitting down on the couch and spreading her arms along its back. She sat there eyeing me, crossing her legs at the knee and slowly dipping her Louboutin heels as Katy returned. Amanda pointed to the spot next to where I was standing and Katy came over and stood next to me, her head bowed slightly and her hands folded meekly in front of her.

Amanda paused, letting her silence drape the air, and she watched Katy for a moment before speaking.

“Katy,” she said evenly, “Perhaps you’d like to bring me something to drink.” Katy faltered for a moment, beginning to inventory our offerings, but Amanda cut her off. “A glass of red wine will be fine.”

Katy nodded, and even half curtsied, and she went to the kitchen to fetch it. When she returned Amanda held out her hand dispassionately to take it without looking and then set it on the coffee table without so much as taking a sip.

“So I suppose you both know by now why I’m here tonight,” she said as Katy retook her place beside me and bowed her head again. “It seems the two of you think my assistant’s time is well spent on playing the dirty little slut.”

I bristled at the word, shocked, and opened my mouth to defend her, but Katy turned to me with a streak of panic in her face and mouthed, “Please.”

“Oh no,” Amanda continued, standing up. “I was actually just going to say that after what I saw and read I’m inclined to agree. Since she’s not much use at her professional duties, perhaps she’s more suited to some other purpose. And tonight,” she went on, walking around the coffee table toward us, “we’re going to find out for sure.”

“Now wait a minute,” I began, but she turned to face me and cut me off firmly.

“There won’t be any need for you to speak while I’m here, unless spoken to. You’re not going to give me any trouble tonight. In fact, let’s start with you. Katy, go fetch my bag from the hallway.”

Amanda turned on her heel, beckoning me with her finger to follow, and stepped across the large room to our bed. She snapped and pointed to the small armchair we kept in front of our bookshelf between the two sections of the room, and then to a spot about six feet from the foot of the bed. I understood and dragged it to where she had indicated. Katy brought her the bag, and she had her set it on the bed as she ordered me to turn around and put my hands by my sides.

“The handcuffs,” she said, and I heard Katy rummage around for a moment before I heard the metallic clink as she produced them. “Good. Put them on him and sit him down in the chair.”

I bit my lip as she fastened the cool metal band around my wrist, and as she gently brought my other one in front of me and cuffed it as well. I heard Amanda snap her fingers again and Katy turned me around and helped sit me down. Amanda had pulled a cord of thin, tan rope from her bag and strode forward confidently and began to speak as she wove it around my ankles and bound them together before fastening them to the legs of the chair.

“Your little girlfriend and I have some unfinished business, and I don’t want you interfering while we work it out.”

She took another rope and bound my knees, threading the long end around the links between my wrists and pulling my hands tight to my thighs.

“You’ll remain like this until I see fit to release you, and you’ll watch while it happens. If I catch you averting your eyes things will be worse for her.”

She stood back up and looked over her handy work.

“And one other thing, I think. Katy, come and kneel behind me.”

When Katy had taken her place Amanda effortlessly lifted each of her feet in turn and Katy removed her heels and set them on the floor. Amanda turned around as she unbuckled her jeans, and from beyond her ass I could see the astonishment and awe on Katy’s face as she took down her pants. When she bent to step out of them I caught a flash of the deep, translucent blue of her strapon, and she stood in front of Katy for a moment before whispering a command for her to kiss it.

I watched Katy’s head bow forward.

Amanda reached down to pat Katy’s cheek, and then she reached up beneath the straps of her harness and took off her black, lacy panties. As she instructed Katy to replace her shoes she carefully flipped them inside out and folded them so that he crotch faced out and then she held them out to Katy.

“You’re going to put these in his mouth now. And then you’re going to tape it shut.”

I expected Katy to look at me, whether to apologize or console, but she was transfixed, trembling, on her knees before this towering, statuesque vision of femininity and power. She took Amanda’s panties in her hands reverently, her palms up, and bowed her head again. As she stood up Amanda took a roll of thick masking tape from the bag and they both stepped toward me, my Katy shuffling meekly alongside Amanda’s firm strides.

They stood on either side of the chair and Amanda raised her chin as she looked across at Katy and then down at me.

“Open your mouth slaveboy,” she said loudly, and I nervously looked from her to Katy, and then at her panties in Katy’s hands. She seemed not even to note my hesitation, and instead focused on Katy’s.

“Do as I say,” she said softly.

Katy sighed, finally looking at me, her face full of humiliation and defeat, and as she took a short, pitiful breath she stuck her fingers in my mouth, pulled it open, and stuffed Amanda’s panties inside.

As they passed my lips Amanda yanked on the end of the tape and the sound it made poured into my consciousness along with the smell and the taste of her cunt. I pulled back my head reflexively and Amanda grabbed me by the hair and steadied me, handing off the tape to Katy who pasted it over my mouth and wrapped it twice around the back of my neck.

“Good,” said Amanda as Katy offered her the roll. “Good girl.” She went back to the bag and Katy followed without being told, wringing her hands in front of her. Amanda ordered her to her knees on the floor between me and the bed, and Katy gingerly turned her body and assumed her position.

“Sit back on your heels!” snapped Amanda. “Sit up straight!”

As Katy obeyed she took on a demure and dutiful aspect. Amanda turned back to her, conspicuously holding a red ball gag and a pair of thick cuffs, and ordered her to put her hands together and raise her arms up above her head. She fixed the cuffs around her wrists and then she pulled the tie off of Katy’s ponytail, spilling her hair down across her shoulders. Katy’s eyes looked up to the ceiling, her quivering lips opening to receive the gag. She whimpered softly and the buckle clinked as Amanda fastened it tight.

“Now,” she said softly as she removed Katy’s glasses and set them over on the side table before standing over her with her hands on her hips. “You know you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you? You know you’re in a lot of trouble. You know I’m going to punish you now for what you’ve done. Isn’t that right?” Katy pouted softly and gave a small, plaintive nod. “Good.”

Suddenly she reached down and slapped Katy’s face, and I flinched, hearing Katy yelp through the gag and seeing her cringe. Amanda grabbed her by the chin and petted her hair softly, and then suddenly slapped her again, Katy’s shocked, surprised expression crumpling back into a frown as she braced herself and hunched her body. Amanda slapped back and forth across her cheeks, hard, then more softly, then hard again.

“Now let’s get a look at those naughty little tits.” She grabbed the lapels of Katy’s blouse and yanked it open, sending the buttons flying and skittering across the floor. Amanda smiled wickedly and her hands traveled down to the clasp in Katy’s cleavage and unhooked one side of her bra from the other. She let her sit there for a moment, exposed, her chest heaving softly as she breathed through her nose, and let her wonder what was next.

“Take it off,” she said firmly, and Katy obeyed, struggling to negotiate her sleeves around the thick cuffs. Amanda reached past her, clipping the cuffs together, and let her sit for another moment before suddenly reaching out and slapping sharply at her nipples.

Katy squealed and whined into the gag as she slapped again and again, and I groaned as I watched her shoulders bounce up and down with the shock of each one.

“I’m gonna slap these dirty little tits raw!” Amanda said, raising her voice over Katy’s moans. “I’m gonna give you a nice little slap for every time you sent a picture of them in my bathroom!” She slapped back and forth between them a couple more times, and then she went around behind Katy, hoisted her up and threw her over the side of the bed. She climbed on top and straddled her, facing me, and she held down Katy’s backside with one hand while she reached into her bag with the other and pulled out a short leather paddle.

She gave me a taunting look as she rubbed her ass on Katy’s back, mashing her into the bed, and then she pulled up her skirt and began rubbing her bottom. She gave it a sharp little pat with her hand, and then a couple more on each cheek, and Katy moaned as Amanda pulled her plain, lavender panties up into her crack.

“I’m gonna make sure this ass knows it’s in trouble too,” she growled, pulling firmly on Katy’s panties and wedging them in, and then she began paddling her, hard. I groaned again into my gag and watched my Katy’s cheeks bloom and blush as the dull smacks echoed through the loft, heard her whimper and whine, and watched Amanda’s strict, sadistic satisfaction as she spanked.

After what must have been a couple dozen swats Amanda climbed off and rolled her over, and I could see Katy’s lips shaking around the ball gag, a couple of tears running down her face. She adjusted her body, struggling not to pin her arms, as Amanda pulled her skirt off and then went back for her panties. Katy squinted and cringed again as her panties came off and her hairy pussy was exposed, and she pressed her head onto the bed as she looked down her body at her tormentor.

“Alright bad girl, up!” Amanda snapped her fingers again and pointed in front of the bed, and Katy scrambled to her feet as Amanda went back to her bag and began pulling on a pair of black, silk gloves that went up past her elbows. When she turned back to face her she took a couple steps forward and tapped her toe on the floor as she said, “That’s got your ass punished hasn’t it? Yes?” Katy nodded, looking up though her head was bowed. “And your tits? Your naughty, dirty, pretty little tits?” Katy nodded again. “Now what do you think is coming next?”

Katy bounced gently on her weakened knees as she looked around, and then her eyes got big and pleading as she remembered what else she had sent me pictures of. She shook her head slightly as an evil smirk spread across Amanda’s lips and she nodded slowly at her.

“Spread your legs.”

Katy’s face was filled with emotion, and her eyes pleaded again.

“Come on. Feet apart.”

She quivered and bounced again, softly, almost imperceptibly, and then she shuffled her feet apart.

“Good girl.”

She stepped forward and swiftly, savagely snapped the top of her stocking clad foot into my Katy’s pussy, nearly crumbling her, her soft grunt sounding out through the apartment along with the thud. Katy groaned and drooled through the gag, her knees threatening to give out, and Amanda smiled as she stepped forward, patted her cheek, and let her fall into her arms.

“Aww, there there. I bet that pretty little cunt’s never been busted before has it?”

Katy’s eyes opened halfway and she turned her head, looking up at Amanda as she rested her head on her shoulder. Amanda gently wiped the tears from her eyes and patted her cheek again, and then brought her lips to Katy’s and whispered, “Good girl.”

I watched my Katy’s eyes close as Amanda kissed the ball of the gag, and sensed her swoon into Amanda’s embrace.

“Alright,” she said gently, pulling her face back from Katy’s. “Onto the bed. It’s time to collar you and fill up your ass.”

*  *  *

She let her weight press down on Katy’s head, even rocked herself back and let her feet lift off the floor, before lifting her ass up and letting it hover over my Katy. I heard her gasp for air as Amanda reached back and grabbed herself, spreading her ass cheeks and teasingly threatening to drop her rear again, and then after a moment she finally did.

She ground herself on Katy’s face, and then after rising to let her breathe again she grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head an inch or two off of the bed. She brought Katy’s face in close as she hovered, rocking her hips from side to side, slowly waving it in front of her, and then she slammed her crotch down and pinned her again to the bed.

“You like that slut?!” she screamed. “You like that pussy in your dirty little face?”

Katy let out a prolonged moan into Amanda’s crotch as she was smothered, and Amanda laughed and bucked her hips down onto her.

“Alright bitch,” she said, lifting up once more, cradling Katy’s head by her ears and talking over her soft little moans. “It’s time to eat some pussy. You’re going to stick out that tongue and lick me until your face is covered, and then you’re gonna lick me some more. Are you ready? Huh? Are you ready to lick my pussy?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She just lowered herself again onto Katy’s mouth, and after a moment or two Katy’s moaning stopped and I knew that she was licking.

Amanda sighed, laughed a little, and then stared shiny little daggers at me. “Suck that dick!” she cried, her breathing becoming short and heavy. “I’ve got your pretty slut girlfriend’s tongue inside me, you know that? She’s pretty good at eating pussy too. Maybe she’s wasted her time sucking on that dick of yours. I’m glad I’m finally putting her mouth to better use. Suck my strapon bitchboy!”

I whimpered and whined, my lips wrapped around the deep blue silicon, and I sucked. I couldn’t help getting hard, and my legs writhed against the ropes.

Amanda’s breath began to catch and she bucked her hips harder, pushing her heels against the floor. “Ah, yeah, right there! Eat that pussy! Oh fuck yeah! Fu–” Her face screwed up tight and she tensed completely before throwing her head back and cumming.

She sighed and panted, and then her moans turned into a deep, cackling laugh. She scooted back onto Katy’s chest and looked down at her, laughing again, and then she grabbed for her face and shook it.

“You see that?” she said loudly. “You’re a filthy little pussylicker now! I just knew you’d be good at it.” She smiled, and her voice softened. “Aww, poor pretty Katy, face covered in pussy.”

She got up and I saw Katy’s glistening nose from past her mussed up hair. She started unbuckling the straps from Katy’s legs, and when they were both off she casually tossed open her legs. “It’s alright now, pretty pet, I’ve broken you. You’re my slave now, and I’m gonna work that pussy of yours.”

She reached down and grabbed Katy’s mound with a little smack, and Katy squealed as Amanda spoke over her.

“I own this now, you understand? Whatever happens to or with your cunt happens at my inclination, got it?” She slapped lightly at it a few more times and Katy groaned and moaned again. “Say it!” she said, still slapping quickly. “Say, ‘Yes, boss’!”

“Yes, boss!” Katy squeaked, bracing against the sting of Amanda’s hand.

“Say, ‘Yes, Mistress’!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Tell me your cunt belongs to me!”

“Yes, Mistress! My cunt is yours!”

Amanda stopped slapping, but grabbed Katy’s pussy again and shook it. “Good girl,” she purred. “Now roll over and get on your knees.”

Katy rolled and scrambled to get in position, her cuffed wrists still linked behind her back, and Amanda’s heels snapped on the floor again as she stepped off the bed and came back towards me. This time she grabbed Katy’s panties from off the floor, and she wadded them up as she positioned herself back in front of her harness and buckled the straps back around her thighs.

She reached down and caressed my cheek once it was cinched on again, and I looked up at the surprising sweetness in her face. “Good boy,” she said gently. “Suck for me.” I squinted and sucked, and she thrusted in my mouth a few times before squeezing my cheeks together and slowly pulling out. She stuffed Katy’s panties in its place and patted my chin. “Now you can suck on those while you watch her take my girlcock.”

She turned on her heel and strode to the side of the bed, reaching between Katy’s legs and rubbing her before pulling back her hips. She rubbed her strapon against Katy’s thighs and smacked it against the top of her ass, and Katy breathed heavily, turned her head towards me and bit her lip as she put her shoulders against the mattress. Her face drooped and her eyes looked up at me, and then they swelled for a moment and I saw them roll back in her head and snap shut as Amanda pressed her dick inside of her.

She held in a moan for a moment, but as Amanda started thrusting it escaped her and her mouth opened wide, letting out a long, heaving wail as she was filled. Her face went slack and the rest of her body followed, and she laid there limp, her hair bouncing softly and her body rocking back and forth as Amanda fucked her.

“Spread your knees,” Amanda commanded. “Put your feet together too.” Katy shuffled to accommodate Amanda’s orders, her feet gingerly touching each other as they floated between Amanda’s legs, and her bottom lip curled in and she sucked it gently. She laid like that for a little while, quietly, helplessly taking Amanda’s cock, and then a smack on the ass brought her back to attention.

Amanda pulled out slowly, Katy’s sigh betraying her disappointment, and as she walked past me to the couch she stopped to pat my chin and wipe her strapon on my face. I cringed as she wiped and then slapped me a little with it, and she smiled to herself as she disappeared.

When she returned she was holding the glass of wine Katy had brought her and she made an elegant display of picking her white blouse off of the floor. She took a sip from the glass as she set her shirt on the bed next to Katy and reached down to unclip her cuffs. She slipped her finger into the D-ring on Katy’s collar and raised up her head, sitting her up and holding her by it while she stared at her and took another sip.

“Well,” she said. “You’ve proved my little slut can take a dick, and now we’re going to play a little game.” She tipped the glass into Katy’s mouth. “Hold it in your mouth. Nice and full.” She set the glass down and spread out her blouse on the edge of the bed, and then she pulled Katy back to her hands and knees by her collar, and before she let go she put her mouth up to Katy’s ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard now, and if you let so much as a drop fall on my nice white blouse you’re gonna have hell to pay. And don’t even think about swallowing.”

Her heels snapped on the floor again as she walked back around the other side of the bed, and I watched Katy’s wide, nervous eyes float around as she waited. Amanda slapped her ass and she jolted.

“Knees apart! Chin up!” Katy shuddered softly. “Now take my cock.”

She shoved herself in Katy’s pussy, and I could tell Katy wanted to groan again but she kept her lips tight together and blinked as she sighed heavily. Amanda started pounding her and her eyes shut tight, holding back until she couldn’t help but grunt rhythmically as Amanda thrusted. She breathed heavily through her nose, and then she started bucking her hips back. She turned her head back to look at Amanda and Amanda reached out and pushed her face back, and then she grabbed for Katy’s hair and pulled.

Katy winced, and Amanda fucked her harder as she pulled, and then she pulled to the side so that Katy’s face was turned towards me. “Look…” she whispered.

“Look at my little bitchboy,” she said, her voice rising. “All tied up, sucking on panties, watching you get fucked by my strapon.” Katy moaned and Amanda slapped her ass again. “Do you like watching your little girlfriend take my big, lesbian cock?”

She grinned devilishly and pulled back on Katy’s hair, raising her up and reaching forward to play with her nipples. Katy moaned again and pushed her ass backwards again and again, and I watched her begin to shudder as Amanda released her.

“I think this dirty bitch wants to cum,” she said, pumping hard into her, and Katy’s head snapped around and she nodded vigorously. Amanda reached around her and started playing with her clit, and Katy’s moaning turned back into an emphatic whine. I felt her get closer and closer, unable to resist anymore, and she put her elbows on the bed and prepared.

Suddenly though, Amanda pulled out of her and landed a savage smack upwards with both hands on the underside of her ass.

“What? You thought I was just gonna let you fucking cum, slut?”

She grabbed Katy’s hips and threw her down onto her side. “You’ve got to earn it, bitch. Swallow now, and then turn around and come suck yourself off my cock.” Katy swallowed quickly, finally panting and gasping for air, and she scrambled around and took Amanda’s cock in her mouth.

She licked and sucked, and Amanda grabbed for the hair on top of her head and looked down into her eyes. “You like the way your pussy tastes on my nice, blue strapon?” My Katy nodded and sucked some more. “I think I’m gonna tell all the ladies in the office what a little whore you are and how much you like to get fucked.”

She pushed back Katy’s head and gave her a soft, firm slap on the cheek as she pulled out of her mouth. “Give it a kiss. Thank my cock.”

“Thank you Mistress,” she said, quivering meekly and still breathing heavily.

“‘Thank you’ for what?”

“Thank you for fucking my dirty slut pussy.”

I closed my eyes as I heard the earnestness in her voice, and as I breathed I could taste what she was talking about. I couldn’t believe what Amanda was making her do, or that she was taking to it so readily. When I opened them again Amanda had slipped off her harness and was stepping out of her heels and pushing Katy back by her face as she climbed onto the bed.

“Good girl. Now turn around and put your face down on the bed. Arms out straight above your head.”

Katy put her head toward the pillows and Amanda swung her leg over Katy’s shoulders. She looked at me and shook her hips for a moment and then looked back over her shoulder and reached down for Katy’s hair.

All of the sudden I knew what she was doing. My mind flashed on the texts Katy had sent me, complaining about Amanda’s feet and how much they stank, how she would wear the same stockings for days in a row, and how she would make her file in the cabinets behind her desk while she dangled her heels. I watched as Amanda slipped her feet together behind her, released her grip on Katy’s hair, and lowered her ass down on top of her.

“That’s right,” she said softly. “Breathe it in.” I expected a whine or a groan from Katy but there was only silence, at least for a moment, and then I heard her sniff. Amanda sighed victoriously, settling her weight on Katy’s neck, and I heard Katy sniff again. “That’s right,” she repeated. “I’m going to teach you to love that smell. If you want to cum you had better get used to it.”

She sat there for a while, lifting herself periodically to readjust and then mashing Katy’s face back into her feet. Eventually she leaned forward, eyeing me pointedly as she spread Katy’s pussy, and then she fingered her until she came.

I heard Katy’s orgasm, lost in the nylon covered soles of Amanda’s feet, and she flattened out her legs as Amanda leaned back to smother her gently again. Amanda let her lay there for a minute or so before climbing off of her, and she rolled her over before walking to the mirror and adjusting herself.

She removed her gloves, fixed her hair, and wiped softly at her forehead, and then she gathered her things from their places around the room. They all went back into the bag she had brought, and she set it down at the foot of the bed as she sat down to remove her stockings, which she conspicuously left on the pillow above Katy’s resting head. She pulled her jeans back on and pulled a tan pair of Uggs from the bag, and once she had put them on she took her jacket from the closet, closing it around herself and stuffing her blouse and high heels into the bag.

She took out her phone and called for her car, and then stood up and snapped her fingers as she headed for the door without giving me a second look. Katy rose from the bed as if in a trance and shuffled pathetically behind her.

“I will expect you in my office tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock,” I heard Amanda say from across the room, “and not a minute later. You’re still on very thin ice, and you’ll have your work cut out for you. And you both can expect me back here again tomorrow night.”

With that she opened the door and when it shut again I knew she was gone. She had passed the key to the handcuffs to Katy as a parting gift, and she came over, naked and spent, to untie me. When she kissed me I could smell the stink of Amanda’s feet on her skin, and as I rubbed my wrists and stretched my legs she removed the butt plug, cleaned herself up, and crawled into the bed and got under the covers.

I turned off the lights and joined her and she put her arms around me, holding me for a while, and then she sighed deeply and began to doze. I rolled over and she snuggled up behind me. She whispered her gratitude in my ear and kissed me again, and just as I fell asleep I heard her voice:

“Sounds like I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”


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