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Amy's Shame 3 (Fdom-F)
A Story by Ginny and Amy (c) 1998
**
On Monday morning, the whole office was buzzing about Amy's
transformation. Her breasts, still too sore to even wear her bra, were
covered by a dark blouse that concealed her tattoos well enough, but
rubbed her tender nipples whenever she moved. They were particularly
sensitive because of the stretching Jamie was inflicting on her and she
frequently locked herself in her office to massage them. It didn't
relieve the aching much , but it at least gave her the privacy to enjoy
the tiny orgasms that her new-found need for frequent sexual release
demanded.
Unfortunately, her professional demeanor was undermined by Jamie and
their friend Linda, who arrived for a meeting and walked behind her to
get to their seats. Linda ran her fingers over Amy's new crewcut,
whistled low and announced to the room, "Rad!" Jamie had laughed out
loud, but several of the executives who had supported Amy's career,
stared at her in dismay. The firm was conservative and Amy's new look
was too "way out" for their tastes. In spite of that, a couple of the
younger women stopped by her office and said they were glad she'd
ditched her "dowdy" appearance for something more "hip." Amy couldn't
help wondering how many of them were in on Jamie's little secret and how
many of the others had guessed that something was amiss with her.
As the week dragged on, Amy felt like she was tip-toeing through a
minefield where any misstep by her or Jamie would expose their terrible
secret. The nights, on the other hand, were filled with an endless round
of parties as Jamie showed Amy off like the new possession she was. Amy
couldn't understand how Jamie did it, staying up well past midnight
every night, then getting up well before sunrise. She, herself, was
dragging by Wednesday, yet Jamie seemed as fresh as when the week began.
Every night Jamie allowed Amy into her bed to make love to her. At
first, Amy had shuddered a the thought of putting her tongue inside the
woman, but she quickly found herself looking forward to their time
together. It may have been because after an orgasm, Jamie would hold
her, the only affection she seemed to receive any more from anyone.
Sometimes they'd talk briefly before Jamie sent her away to her spot on
the floor. One night, after a party at which she'd had a lot to drink,
Amy had boldly brought up the subject of Jamie's mother, a topic she'd
been unwilling to discuss before. This time, however, Jamie didn't seem
upset by the question.
"Your mother's home is beautiful," Amy had begun, "I was impressed by
all the decorations. It must be worth a fortune." Jamie nodded as she
ran her fingers over Amy's nipple and gave it a tug to test how well her
stretching was progressing. "What does she do?" Jamie didn't understand
Amy's question, so she re-phrased it, "I mean, where does she get her
money? Did your father leave it to her, or does she have a job
somewhere?" Jamie chuckled, "I guess you could say it's a job. She runs
a string of bitches." Amy was startled, "You mean like prostitutes?"
Jamie grinned, "No silly, bitches! You know, like you're my bitch? You
haven't forgotten the tattoo on your sweet little ass have you?" Amy
still didn't understand so Jamie explained. "Over the years, she's tamed
and broken dozens of high-spirited young women the same way I did you.
After toying with them for a few months or a year, she introduced them
to wealthy society men, businessmen or politicians and then she'd move
on the next one." Amy shrugged, "So?" "You really are dense, aren't you
Amy-girl?" Jamie chided her. "Well, after they get married, Barbara
quietly lets the woman know the secret of her past is safe as long as
she makes monthly payments to her."
"Blackmail, you mean," Amy said finally seeing the light. "Not
blackmail, exactly," Jamie said, "Think of it more as payment for
services rendered. That's what I'm going to call it when you pay me."
Amy started to say that she'd never pay her a cent, but she wisely
caught herself. After all, she'd already done quite a few things that a
month ago she couldn't have imagined herself doing. "So all these women
pay Barbara for her silence?" Amy repeated. "Yep," Jamie chortled, "and
you'd be surprised at their names. They're the wives of some of the
best-known men in town. Barbara gets a check or cash each month from
them. She managed to buy that mansion and put me through college with
plenty left over. In fact, she's still recruiting young women. If you're
lucky, you may meet the next one in a few weeks. But that's enough talk
for tonight, you'd better get to bed, I've noticed you've been dragging
in the office lately."
When Amy returned to her "bed," Jamie set up the wooden rack above her
chest as she did every night. From it stretched the elastic cords that
Jamie attached to her nipples at least an hour every night. The last few
nights, Amy had been so exhausted she'd fallen asleep with them still
attached.. By the end of the week, though, Amy could already see how
much her nipples had stretched. Surprisingly, although she'd expected to
be disgusted by their appearance, she found her "little fingers" to be
more an object of curiosity than anything else. Her only reservation,
was that a couple of her co-workers had noticed the new bulges in her
blouse and she was desperate to come up with a plausible explanation for
their sudden appearance.
That's how Amy's first week went, careful by day, wanton slut by night.
She never knew the number of ways a woman's body could be used by other
women, but she hoped, that after the week of abuse she'd received, the
limit had been reached. Friday afternoon Jamie walked in to Amy's office
and caught her napping. "Come with me," she said and turned on her heel
and headed back to her office. Amy followed her and when they reached
Jamie's office, she told Amy to shut the door behind her. Jamie pointed
to a spot beneath her desk, "On your knees, bitch!" Amy almost argued
with her, but caught herself at the last moment. "What if someone comes
in?" she asked, hoping Jamie would change her mind.
"Then you'll have a lot of explaining to do, won't you? Now get under
there before I take you over my knee and give that nice ass of yours a
paddling. If you think your screaming wouldn't attract a crowd, you're
really crazy." Amy knew she was right and got down on her knees and
backed under the desk ass-first. Once she was under it, Jamie wheeled up
her chair, sat down and spread her legs as she pulled herself up to her
desk. Amy saw the woman wasn't wearing any panties under her business
suit. "Get that tongue busy Amy-girl," she laughed. Amy rested her hands
against the inside of Jamie's thighs and pressed her face forward, eager
to complete her humiliation before anyone came in looking for either her
or Jamie.
When the tip of her tongue flicked against Jamie's clitoris, the woman's
muscles tensed as she braced herself for the pleasure to come. Amy
licked her rapidly, desperate to give her an orgasm before they were
discovered, but Jamie put her hand on Amy's head and patted her gently,
"Slowly, slowly, Amy-girl, we've got all the time in the world. Amy
slowed her tonguing, but increased the amount of contact with Jamie's
clitoris. She heard Jamie's breathing becoming more rapid as she neared
her orgasm and just then there was a knock on the door. "Jamie? Jamie,
it's Linda can I disturb you a minute, it's urgent!"
Jamie twisted her fingers in Amy's hair and whispered through clenched
teeth, "Don't you dare stop, bitch, I'm too close!" Then Jamie leaned
back in her chair and, using every bit of her reserve said in a voice
that sounded on a couple of octaves too high, "Come in Linda." The
pretty strawberry blonde associate came in and handed Jamie a folder.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need you to OK this right away.
Phillips is hot to get it out of here." Jamie didn't speak for fear of
giving herself away, but nodded curtly and quickly scrawled her initials
on the form. As Linda turned away, she stopped and turned back to Jamie.
"You're looking a little flushed, are you feeling alright?" Amy felt
Jamie's fingers tighten their grip on her hair and she nearly yelped at
the pain in her scalp. "I ... I'm fine," Jamie gasped, "just a little
excited." Linda shrugged and headed toward the door. Just then, Amy's
shoulders bumped the bottom of Jamie's center desk drawer with a soft
"bump." Linda stopped at the noise and looked back at Jamie. Then she
shrugged and walked out. As she reached for the door to close it, she
saw a pair of women's shoes under Jamie's desk and she couldn't keep
from smiling as she quickly pulled the door closed behind her.
Linda listened at the door for a moment and heard Jamie's muffled cry
as, with her hand pressed over her mouth, she climaxed in a powerful
orgasm. She slumped in her chair, tiny rivulets of perspiration running
down her chest between her full breasts as she struggled to catch her
breath. Amy, realizing she couldn't get out of her prison until Jamie
moved the chair, tried to push it away from the desk. She finally
squeezed out and straightened her clothes, ran her hand through her hair
and, with as much dignity as possible under the circumstances said, "If
you've been adequately satisfied, may I return to my office now?" Jamie
sighed and nodded, "I guess so, but I was just thinking how great
another would feel right now."
She laughed as Amy's face colored and she scampered from the office. Amy
headed straight for the ladies room where she rinsed out her mouth,
washed her face and tried to make herself as presentable as she could
after the ordeal she'd been through. Both legs of her pantyhose had runs
and her skirt was soiled from the dirty floor beneath Jamie's desk. Just
as she finished, Linda came swinging through the door. Amy liked the
slender girl and greeted her warmly. Linda, perhaps because her mind was
elsewhere, didn't acknowledge her immediately.
As Amy turned to go, however, Linda suddenly looked up and smiled at her
friend. "I'm sorry Amy, I was thinking of something else. What did you
say?" Amy repeated her greeting and Linda nodded perfunctorily. When Amy
opened the ladies room door, Linda called out as if she'd forgotten
something, "Oh, by the way Amy have I told you how much I like your new
shoes? I've never seen a pair like that before!" Amy cheerily said, "Oh,
thanks. I got them at Marshall Fields last week. Neat, huh?" Linda tried
not to giggle as she said, "They certainly seem to be getting the job
done, alright."
That night, Barbara and Jamie took Amy back to the warehouse club. This
time, instead of a haircut, Amy would have a more "personal" role in the
night's events. She was taken to the stage where a short, heavy-set
woman with pendulous breasts is giving a demonstration of her own line
of designer dildos. Her model, a petite young girl who Amy was sure
couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen years old, whimpered
at the sight of several long, thick, models. "That's going to split me
down the middle," she whimpered.
The woman asked Jamie, and received permission to use Amy as a second
model. Amy was told to stand in the middle of the stage with her rear
toward the audience and bend at the waist as the heavy-set woman thrust
one of the large dildos into her from behind. Amy, her vagina unprepared
by any foreplay, screamed in agony as the sensitive tissues of her pussy
were stretched and torn by the hard rubber.
She slumped to her hands and knees, but the old woman merely knelt
beside her and continued to piston the evil device in and out until Amy
passed out from the pain. As the young woman lay unconscious on the
stage, the woman held up the dildo and proclaimed, "Of course, if the
subject isn't used to it, even the use of a good dildo may result in
injury. I don't recommend you try this at home on virgins." The
knowledgeable audience chuckled at her droll remark as two waitresses
dragged Amy's limp body from the stage.
When she awoke later, Amy was laying across Barbara and Jamie's laps in
a small backstage room. "You certainly embarrassed us tonight," Barbara
snarled. "Obviously my daughter has neglected your training. Jamie, I
expect you to begin the dildo training next week. When we return next
weekend, she'll not only take that big thing, but a second one in her
asshole, if necessary. Do you understand?" Jamie cleared her throat,
eyed Amy cautiously and nodded, "Yes, Mother. I understand."
The next morning, Amy awoke with a terrible throbbing between her legs.
Fortunately, the huge dildo hadn't done any permanent damage to her
sensitive pussy. Instead of being allowed to sleeping late, Amy was
awakened by Jamie at the crack of dawn and her nipples subjected to
another hour of stretching. She wondered how she'd look if she were ever
permitted to leave the house braless in a sheer or even thin blouse.
Just the thought of strangers staring at her little stubs of nipples was
enough to get her aroused again. She cried when she looked at herself in
the mirror, her long brown hair had been replaced by the close-cropped
peroxide do that left her unrecognizable as the same sweet young Amy
who'd appeared at Barbara's front door a week before.
Barbara joined Jamie for breakfast and while they read the morning
paper, Amy was allowed to rest, kneeling in front of them and serving as
their footstool! She was only allowed to move whenever she was sent
hurrying to the kitchen to refill one of their coffee cups. Once she'd
spilled some and Barbara had snapped the leather riding crop she kept
close at hand and ordered Amy onto her belly to suck it up from the
carpet. While she sucked as rapidly as she could, Jamie knelt beside her
and criss-crossed her bare bottom with Barbara's crop. Amy was tearful
and too sore to stand when Barbara finally put a stop to her beating.
That afternoon Barbara drove Amy and Jamie downtown once again. This
time, she parked across the street from one of the new parlors
specializing in body piercing. While Amy sat trembling in the corner,
Barbara and Jamie picked through a selection of rings that they would
have the owner attach to various parts of Amy's body. "We'll start with
the nipples," the greasy, hairy man said as he started to unbutton Amy's
blouse. She pushed his dirty hands aside and said, "I'll do it myself
thank you. Why don't you go wash your hands before you touch me."
Barbara and Jamie exchanged glances, obviously there was still some
pride and spunk left in the young woman. They'd have to address that
deficiency as soon as possible.
The man rinsed his hands with alcohol, daubed something on her breast
and picked up a long silver needle. "This won't hurt at all," he
chuckled as he pinched the tip of her left nipple between his thumb and
first finger and stretched it. Amy closed her eyes and tilted her head
back, unable to watch him puncture her tender flesh. She felt the
pressure of the needle and heard a little "pop" as it broke the skin.
There was a momentary stab of pain and then nothing. She looked down,
worried that something had gone wrong, but he was threading a small
golden loop through the neat hole he had made in her nipple. "There," he
sighed as he playfully flicked the ring with his finger, "that's one."
He repeated the process on Amy's right nipple and when he'd finished she
stood and looked at herself in the mirror. When the light hit her chest
just right, the golden rings reflected it back into the mirror. "That
wasn't so bad," she chirped to Jamie. "I know," Jamie said, "but that
was the easy part. Now you're going to get the others." Amy looked at
Jamie, then at Barbara and finally at the shop-keeper, "Others?"
"Lift up your dress and get up on the table," Barbara said brusquely.
Amy hesitated briefly, but when Jamie took a menacing step forward, she
quickly grabbed her dress, lifted it to her waist and used a chair to
clamber up on the table. The man looked under her dress and muttered,
"No panties, that's handy. OK girly, on your back!" It finally dawned on
Amy what was about to happen and she broke into tears, "Please NO! Don't
do this Jamie, I'm begging you. Please?" Jamie shrugged, "Sorry
Amy-girl, it's part of your training. Hop to it, on your back like a
good girl."
The man waddled forward and leaned his gut against the desk, holding
Amy's thighs apart with his elbows as he ran his fingers over the
opening between her legs. She blushed at the man's touch, only the
second man to ever touch her there and her body began to tremble. He
pulled on her labia and, satisfied with what he found, quickly splashed
some disinfectant on her and performed his operation. Amy tried to
remain still, as much from fear of Barbara and Jamie as from fear of
injury, but she still squirmed and moved her ass as he punctured her
labia.
When he finished, she had matching rings, one in each labia. She stood
tentatively and realized she couldn't close her legs! "You'll get used
to it," Jamie giggled, "all the girls have that problem at first. Come
on, let's complete your outfit." Jamie took Amy to the counter where
there were a selection of golden balls of different sizes. Each had a
clasp attached and there was also a pair of small chains. "What are you
going to do with these?" she asked naively.
"I think we should start with the 5's don't you agree Barbara?" Jamie
asked, ignoring Amy entirely. With Barbara's concurrence, Jamie attached
one ball to each chain and then knelt between Amy's legs and clipped the
chains to the rings in her labia. "If you lose either of these," she
warned, "it will go hard for you." She strung a third chain between
Amy's breasts that hung nearly to her waist and then stepped back to
admire the young woman's new look. "It's OK for now," Barbara observed,
"but in a couple of months, she'll be carrying three times that much.
Later, Amy would learn why Jamie attached such importance to both her
nipple and labia rings.
Despite the pain in her nipples, Amy found that the balls swinging
between her legs were far more disconcerting. When she moved she could
hear them clang together so loudly she was certain everyone in her
office could hear them although no one seemed to notice. She had been
forbidden to wear panties, so when she attended meetings, she had to be
very careful to keep her legs pressed tightly together.
She discovered that this increased the pressure on her vagina and made
her become aroused. It could be quite embarrassing to be sitting a
roomful of brokers and traders and have a mini-orgasm. Fortunately, it
began to occur with such regularity, that people stopped noticing when
she'd shake and perspire at odd times.
It seemed everyone in the office had noticed Amy's new look. Before her
"makeover" she'd been the meek little mouse who everyone ignored. Now,
with her increased visibility, she realized how uncomfortable her
celebrity was. She imagined that everyone was staring at her and
watching her every move. When she went to the bathroom, for example, she
became so paranoid, she wouldn't take the center stall and waited for
the one in the corner where no one would hear her rattling her chains as
she dressed and undressed. Her life was becoming a nightmare and there
were even more unsettling events just around the corner.
The next weekend, Jamie introduced a new element to their twisted game.
She showed Amy a tiny black box about the size of a transistor radio.
There was a small plastic dildo about the size of a large cigar attached
by a cord. Somewhat fearfully, Amy asked, "What is it?" Jamie laughed,
"It's a control device you dumb cunt." Seeing Amy's uncomprehending
expression, Jamie demonstrated for her. She hung the device from Amy's
labia rings and slowly worked the dildo slowly into her pussy. A second
thin wire which served as an antenna hung from the box, it would be
visible to everyone if Amy wore a skirt above her knees.
Amy waited expectantly, but she felt nothing. But as she walked around
the room, the sensation of the dildo in her pussy and the box slapping
against her thighs was highly erotic. Then Jamie picked up a small box
like a TV remote control and pressed a button. The dildo began
vibrating, sending jolts of sexual stimulation through her loins. Within
minutes she was not only too aroused to walk, she could barely stand
still. Jamie clicked off the remote and Amy slowly descended down from
her erotic high and returned to normal. Amy found the mere thought of
Jamie holding such awesome power over her was quite daunting and it gave
her real concern about her ability to continue to function in the
office.
"Monday morning," Jamie told her, "you're going to wear this in the
office." Despite her training, Amy blurted out her reluctance. "I can't,
what if someone sees it? What will I say?" Jamie shook her head, "Not my
problem. You're going to wear it or something a hundred times worse."
Amy was too cowed by Jamie's threats to ask what alternative she had and
she agreed to wear the device.
On Monday and on each succeeding day, Jamie turned it on several times a
day for anywhere from one to five minutes. When she was in her office
working on the computer, Amy almost enjoyed the feeling it gave her, but
in meetings or talking with a client, the effect was not just diverting,
it was positively devastating!
She soon learned not to stop and talk to anyone in the hall, especially
a man. If Jamie saw her talking to anyone, she'd flip on Amy's "climax
machine" and watch her begin to squirm. If the man happened to be
important, poor Amy had no choice but to stand there and take it for as
long as she could.
One day, Amy had been in a meeting with a very important Chinese woman
when Jamie activated the device. The woman watched with aplomb as Amy
begin to squirm and move in her seat. At one point, the woman moved
close, took Amy's hand solicitously and asked if there were anything she
could do to help her. The poor girl had run sobbing from the office
leaving the Chinese woman wonder why her gracious offer had been
rebuffed so impolitely. Fortunately for the company, Jamie had "happened
to be" nearby and was able to sweep in a the last moment to save the day
and the account for the firm!
Amy had rushed to the ladies room and taken the first unoccupied stall.
There, she huddled on the toilet cubicle until her orgasm subsided. She
sighed, straightened her dress and stepped out, nearly knocking over her
friend Linda who had been in the adjoining stall. "Are you OK, Amy,"
Linda asked, "You look ill. I haven't seen anyone looking that bad since
I was in Jamie's office last week. Perhaps something's going around?"
Amy glanced at Linda to see if she was aware of what had happened in
Jamie's office, but the slim strawberry blonde was inscrutable. "Could
be," Amy muttered, "You never know these days."
Amy leaned on the sink to steady her nerves as Linda washed her hands
and left. Amy had liked Linda since they'd first met and, although Amy
wasn't aware of it, Linda had secretly admired her since she'd joined
the firm. But she'd seen and recognized Amy's shoes under Jamie's desk
two weeks before and although Linda considered herself "liberal" she'd
been mystified as to why the bright young brunette would lower herself
to perform such perverted acts on anyone, especially Jamie, who as far
as Linda knew, wasn't even in a position of authority over Amy.
Linda shrugged, "Oh well," she thought, "maybe they're lesbians." Linda
walked down the hall, running her fingers through her light
reddish-blond hair. Jamie leaned out of her office and watched the girl
as she passed. Although the quiet girl rarely talked about herself,
Jamie was one of the few who knew that Linda was seriously involved with
the young son of a prominent family. With her slim frame and small, firm
breasts, Linda would make an attractive, if not a beautiful, society
wife.
Jamie told Amy to expect a guest for dinner on Thursday and ordered her
to leave work early, pick up the food on the way home, clean the
apartment, heat the dinner and be in the bedroom naked when she arrived.
Amy had to lie to her boss to get away. She told Mr. Phillips she was
sick and hurried off to perform her duties. Jamie had been quite
specific about what food Amy was to buy and it took much longer than
she'd expected. When she got home, she had to rush to get all the
ingredients assembled even though most of the items needed little
preparation.
Amy had just finished undressing when Jamie arrived. "Good," Jamie said
when she saw Amy standing demurely in the middle of the bedroom with her
hands crossed modestly in front of her, "I didn't think you'd get it
done in time. As Jamie undressed, she told Amy, "After you finish
washing my body, I want you to set the table, open the wine, complete
the dinner and then be ready to serve at 8:30 sharp. Is that
understood?" Amy nodded, since she was accustomed to servicing Jamie
when she showered that part was expected. She just worried that she'd be
adequate in her new and unaccustomed role as a serving lady.
A short time later Jamie stepped from the shower with a grin on her
lips, satisfied and refreshed, she was ready for the evenings
entertainment. Amy, on the other hand, was still resting on her knees in
the spray of the shower, her loins throbbing with unfulfilled desire.
She leaned against the wall and used her fingers to release the built-up
tension until Jamie heard her moan as she climaxed. The cruel dominatrix
knew it would be a fun evening, no matter what happened.
Amy finally rose to her feet and slowly dried her body with Jamie's damp
towel, just the smell of Jamie's lush body was enough to get her aroused
all over again. By the time she walked into Jamie's bedroom, the
brunette was nearly dressed. "What would you like me to wear tonight,
Jamie?" she asked demurely, the only tone of voice Jamie permitted her
to use in her presence. Jamie smiled and studied her slender slave
before she replied. "I think you're fine just the way you are, dear. But
I'd comb my hair if I were you, it's a little disheveled."
Amy stared at her in disbelief, "Like this? Naked?? You can't be
serious!" But Jamie was quite serious. "Oh, yes," she snarled, "When I
tell you I want your skinny ass naked, I mean it! My guest this evening
is very important to me and I want her to see that I'm a woman who
delivers on her promises. Showing her that I have you under my complete
and total control is the first step in that process." Jamie glared
menacingly at Jamie and then her face suddenly softened. "But I'm being
too harsh on you," she said soothingly as she slipped her arm around
Amy's bare shoulder. "Perhaps I'm expecting too much of you to prance
around in your birthday suit, especially looking as skinny as you do.
Would you like to put on a dress, at least, to serve my guest?"
Grateful for Jamie's understanding, Amy bobbed her head like one of
those dogs in the back of the Puerto Rican gang members cars. "Oh, yes,
Jamie. Thank you." But as Amy started toward the cardboard box where
Jamie allowed her to keep her clothes, she heard Jamie pick up the
telephone, "Operator," she said, "give me the Internal Revenue Service.
I'd like to report a tax cheat." All the blood drained from Amy's face
and her hands began to tremble. She spun around and yelped, "No, wait.
Don't! I'll do whatever you want, just don't turn us in."
Jamie put down the phone softly, not wanting to disturb the dial tone
that still buzzed in the handset. "That's a good Amy-girl," she said as
she stroked Amy's head like a puppy's. "I'm glad you recognize who has
the upper hand in this relationship." As Jamie checked her out of the
corner of her eye, Amy combed her hair (top and bottom) and steeled
herself for the ordeal to come. Unfortunately, she still had no idea of
what was about to happen to her.
(End of Part 3.)