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Amy's Shame 4 (FFdom-F)
A Story by Ginny and Amy (c) 1998
**
Shortly after eight o'clock, Jamie's doorbell rang. "OK Amy," Jamie said
with a brisk clap of her hands, "In the kitchen and don't come out until
I ring my bell, remember?" Amy nodded, "I remember, don't worry. I've
got too much to lose not to get it right." Jamie waited until Amy
disappeared into the kitchen and then she answered the door. When she
opened it, Linda was standing there. The young woman was clearly
apprehensive. She peered around the corner carefully before she stepped
into the foyer. "Looking for someone?" Jamie said teasingly. "Just
making sure we're alone," Linda said as she dropped her jacket on a
chair beside the door.
"It's alright," Jamie said as she took Linda's elbow and guided her
toward the living room, "there's no one here but my maid and she'll be
no problem, I assure you." Linda pulled her arm free of Jamie's hold and
seated herself in a single chair opposite a sofa on which Jamie spread
herself. Jamie picked up a bottle of expensive wine and a glass from a
tray on the table in front of her, "Would you care for a little wine
before dinner?" Jamie had done her homework well, for Linda and her
fianc‚ were members of one of the cities most exclusive "Sommelier
Clubs" and she recognized the high quality of the wine Jamie offered.
She sipped delicately from the crystal glass and nodded appreciatively,
"Excellent bouquet and aroma. Just a hint of grass from the Sauvignon
Blanc. Overall, an excellent wine."
Jamie gripped the arm of the sofa tightly, using all of her will power
not to burst into laughter at the young woman's pretentious
"eno-babble." But more importantly, Jamie wanted Linda to drink, and
enjoy the expensive nectar. When Linda put her glass down, Jamie quickly
re-filled it. "A toast," she said, knowing that Linda couldn't refuse,
"to the firm. Long may it prevail." It was a meaningless toast,
certainly to Jamie who couldn't have cared less about the firm, but
Linda drank enthusiastically which gave Jamie the opportunity to refill
her glass still again.
They sat and drank until the bottle of wine was empty and then Jamie
rang a little bell that was on the table to her left. Instantly, the
kitchen door opened and a naked Amy stepped into the room. She stopped
in her tracks when she saw Linda sitting there and at the sight of her
friend, Linda's glass slipped from her fingers and landed (unbroken
fortunately) on the plush carpet at her feet. "You may serve dinner now,
Amy," Jamie pronounced gravely, "and bring out the red wine as well."
Jamie took Linda's elbow and pulled her to her feet. "I believe you know
my kitchen help," she chuckled, "I imagine that came as quite a
surprise, eh?"
Linda nodded. "You have no idea," she mumbled. Linda sat uncomfortably
as Amy (per Jamie's explicit instructions) served her by bending close
and brushing the tips of her hard nipples against the back of Linda's
shoulders. It became so blatant that whenever Amy approached, the
strawberry blonde would flinch and lean away from her uncomfortably. By
the time Amy served the dessert, Jamie and Linda were on their third
bottle of wine and Amy could see Linda was feeling the effects of all
the alcohol. "Please excuse me," Jamie said, "but I must speak to the
kitchen staff."
She went into the kitchen where the perspiring Amy was stacking the
dishes. "You should have told me that it was Linda!" she hissed. "Why?"
Jamie asked, "What would you have done? Run home to Daddy? You'd still
have served us and you know it." Amy sighed and bowed her head, "You're
right. I would have." That's when Jamie dropped the bombshell! "Serve
the coffee and when we've finished, I'll excuse myself. You come out to
pick up the cups and then I want you to seduce Linda. Do you
understand?" Amy was aghast! "You want me to what?" "You heard me,"
Jamie snapped, "Seduce that bitch. I want you to kiss her up, give her a
couple of feels and then take her into the bedroom and go down on her on
my bed. Do you think you can do that, or do you want me to call the
police?"
Amy sighed, "Alright, I'll do it, but I won't enjoy it." She said that,
she may have even meant it when she said it, but both Amy and Jamie knew
it wasn't true. Jamie knew by the excited glow in Amy's eyes and Amy
knew by the warm feeling that was rapidly spreading in her loins as she
thought about it. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Why?"
Jamie shook her head, "Why isn't important. The only thing that matters
is that you go down on her and then get her to go down on you. After
that, the two of you can do whatever you want for the rest of the night.
Now get ready, because if you screw this up, the next woman you go down
on will be in prison." "I'll be watching, so you'd better do as your
told. You know what happens to little girls who disobey me." She gave
Amy a hard smack on the ass with her open hand to emphasize what she
meant. Then she stormed out to re-join Linda in the living room.
When Amy came out to pick up the empty coffee cups, Jamie excused
herself and left the two young women alone. "Why are you doing this?"
Linda asked, her voice slurred by the effects of the alcohol. Amy didn't
know what to say, so she told the truth. "She's been good to me," she
said. "I got myself into some trouble and she helped me out. Not only
that, but she's taught me so much about myself. I wish I could tell you
how much better I feel about myself since she's come into my life." Amy
put her hand on Linda's thigh and when the little blonde didn't pull
away, Amy leaned close and gently pressed her lips to Linda's.
Surprisingly, Linda neither recoiled nor resisted. In fact, her arms
suddenly wrapped around Amy's neck and held on to her tightly as she
returned her passion! When they broke the kiss, they were both breathing
heavily. "Wow," Linda gasped, "I've been wondering what that would be
like kissing you!" Amy sat on Linda's lap and kissed her again, this
time longer and more deeply, their tongues entwined in Linda's mouth.
When Amy felt Linda's hand on her breast, she realized that Linda was
ready for the next step in Jamie's plan. "Let's go to the bedroom," Amy
gasped, "before Jamie comes back and catches us."
At the mention of Jamie's name, Amy felt Linda's body tense, then she
relaxed and nodded. "Yeah, let's." Amy took Linda's hand and led her to
the bedroom. As Linda stood in a trance-like state at the foot of the
bed, Amy slowly unwrapped her like a Christmas present. When she pulled
off Linda's bra, her small, firm breasts rose and fell rapidly, the dark
nipples hard with arousal. Amy couldn't resist bending down to kiss them
one after the other as Linda sighed with delight at the feel of Amy's
tongue on her sensitive skin.
Amy put Linda on her back and knelt between her slim thighs. She ran her
fingers through the thick hairs above Linda's pussy and the strawberry
blonde arched her back and moaned as Amy slowly worked her middle finger
into the wet opening and found her clitoris. Amy stroked her slowly,
letting her arousal build until she seemed about to burst, then she used
her tongue. Linda's orgasm was a strong one that gave Amy almost as much
pleasure as it gave Linda. Amy brought Linda to another climax, this
time working her slowly and deliberately, watching her out of the corner
of her eye and, each time she felt her orgasm was near, backed off and
left the squirming blonde dangling at the edge of release.
Finally, Linda exploded and she grabbed Amy's hair and pulled her on top
of her, covering her face with kisses. "Please," gasped Amy through
clenched lips, "Please?" She opened her legs and Linda knew what she
meant. She reversed her position and used her tongue to satisfy Amy,
twice in rapid succession. Afterwards, they lay together and held each
other close, whispering insincere lies to each other as if that would
make everything alright in the morning. They made love several more
times and each woman had several more orgasms. Then Linda rolled over
and fell asleep. Soon, she started to snore softly!
Amy caught her breath and then rose slowly and stumbled to the bathroom.
Jamie waited until she heard the shower running and then she came out of
the closet from where she'd sat and watched the two young woman make
love. She tip-toed to the bookcase and picked up a small video camera,
removed the tape and placed the camera in a drawer. She also took the
tape from a second camera hidden behind her jewelry case on the dresser.
When she had them both, she stealthily crept back to the living room and
let herself out. Linda was still snoring when Amy returned from her
shower and lay down beside her friend.
When Amy awoke in the morning, Linda had gone without a word of good-bye
or a note of explanation. She lay there for over an hour, thinking about
what had happened. That's how Jamie found her when she returned home,
sprawled on her back with tears trickling down her rosy cheeks. Jamie
knew how Amy felt, she'd often awakened alone to find her partner had
fled in the night. Jamie quickly undressed and joined Amy on the bed and
they made love, hard passionate love. Jamie knew that Amy was taking out
her frustrations on her, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the
tapes and she had them safely under lock and key.
In spite of everything that had happened to her in the past month, Amy
still thought she had been performing acceptably on the job. That was
why, when Mr. Phillips announced he'd received an unexpected promotion,
she thought that, as the senior one in his department she'd get his job.
She was stunned a day later when they announced that Jamie had been
selected instead. Now she'd not only have to satisfy Jamie after work
and on weekends, but on the job as well. It was too much for Amy to take
and she scheduled a meeting with Personnel to ask why she had been
denied a promotion for which she felt she was qualified.
They explained that her recent "erratic behavior" had made the
executives too uncomfortable and cited her "punk" haircut, "radical"
tattoos, "rave" dresses and her sudden inability to pay attention during
meetings had left them no choice. "Frankly Amy," the man told her in
confidence, "several people are wondering if you're doing drugs. You'd
better get some help to straighten out your life before they give you
the boot. They felt they had no choice but to pass over you for Jamie,"
he continued. "She's almost equally qualified and there were several
important officials pushing hard for her selection." Not only was Jamie
ruining Amy's personal life, but she was now ruining her career as well.
Amy knew that if she allowed it, Jamie would ruin her life. She realized
what she had to do and resolved to do it before the upcoming holiday
weekend.
Amy realized she couldn't take Jamie's abuse and degradation any longer.
In spite of her love for her father, she refused to allow Jamie and
Barbara to use her in every disgusting way they wanted. On Thursday
night she called her mother intending to tell her what she was about to
do. "Oh, I'm sorry honey," she said, "Your father and I are on our way
out to a Cancer Society Dinner. Can I call you tomorrow?" Amy sighed for
it was always that way with her mother. She never seemed to take time
for her. "Momma I've got to talk to you. Can you come to my place Friday
night, it's really important." "All right, dear. I'll come by after
dinner and we can have a nice talk, just us girls."
The next morning Amy called a lawyer who'd done some business with her
company. "I can't help you," he said when she told him of her problem,
"but there's someone who's an expert in those kinds of problems. Her
name's Virginia Ames, she's a former U.S. Attorney and she's expert in
that area." Based on his recommendation Amy called and scheduled a
mid-afternoon meeting with Ms Ames. She arrived fifteen minutes early
for the meeting and as she sat in the waiting room, Amy caught herself
staring at the attractive young girl sitting at the reception desk.
"I've been with Jamie so long," she thought, "I'm starting to think like
her."
Finally, the perky little brunette stood up from behind her desk and
approached Amy. "Ms Ames will see you now," she said. "If you'll follow
me?" As Amy walked behind the petite woman, she fought the urge to reach
out and grab the young woman's firm ass. She shook her head and wiped a
bead of perspiration from the fine hairs on her upper lip. "Take it easy
Amy-girl," she muttered to herself, totally oblivious to the fact that
she'd called herself by Jamie's pet name for her.
The cute brunette showed Amy to an impressive office where the walls
were covered with shelves full of law books. An auburn-haired woman
stood up and moved gracefully around her desk. Her hand extended as she
took Amy's trembling fingers. Amy used the opportunity to check out the
tall, broad-shouldered woman as she approached and she liked what she
saw. Ms Ames auburn hair was cut short and close to her head, curling
behind her ears in little cowlicks and her bosom! Her bosom was big, far
larger than Amy's. "Hi Amy, I'm Virginia, but you can call me Ginny.
Tell me what's troubling you." Amy sat down quickly, wanting to sit
before her trembling legs buckled and she fell on her ass.
As Ginny walked back around her desk, Amy stared at the woman's
curvaceous ass which was encased in a dark, skin-tight skirt. Ginny sat
down and crossed her long legs and as she did, Amy caught a brief
glimpse of something that set her heart racing! Not only was the
attorney not wearing panties, Amy was sure that her pussy had been
shaved as clean as a baby's bottom!!!
Amy tried to tell her story, but she couldn't concentrate because she
couldn't take her eyes from Ginny's bosom as it rose and fell with her
breathing. Her coat was buttoned beneath her breasts and it pushed her
breasts up through the front of her coat. Seeing Amy was disconcerted,
Ginny suppressed a grin and unbuttoned her coat, heaving a relieved sigh
as her full breasts were freed from their confinement.
Visibly relieved, Amy began to speak. She told the entire story,
beginning with the inside tips to her father and continued through the
events of Thursday afternoon. The woman appeared stunned by Amy's story,
but assured her she could arrange a deal with the Government to keep her
father out of jail. "You'll probably have to do some jail time, but I'll
do what I can." Amy nodded, "Look, if it will help, I'd testify against
Jamie and Barbara. What they've done to me must be every bit as illegal
as my insider trading, isn't that right? That should be worth something
to the District Attorney." Ginny nodded, "Perhaps, but insider trading
is a Federal crime and what those women have done is local." Seeing
Amy's face fall, she continued rapidly, "But that's not to say the D.A.
wouldn't put in a word with the U.S. Attorney if you testified."
"I'm sure you're desperate enough to grab at any straw. Give me until
next week and let's see what they're offering." Amy left the woman's
office feeling happier than she had in months. Finally, the terrible
specter of Jamie hovering over her would be gone. She couldn't imagine
anything that might happen to her in prison that could be any worse than
what she'd already endured at Jamie's hands.
That evening Amy's mother arrived shortly after eight o'clock. Ellen was
nearly as tall as her daughter and even though she was past fifty, she
still had a trim, firm figure. She could still wear the latest fashions,
including skirts well above her knee. Like Amy, Ellen's breasts wouldn't
turn men's heads, but her legs were long, tan, trim and well-muscled
from years of playing tennis at the club. Amy fought back tears as she
spilled out as much of the story as she dared. Despite her decision to
turn herself and her father in to the authorities, Amy didn't name names
or go into detail about the humiliations she'd endured at Jamie and
Barbara's hands.
At first, her mother could only think about what would happen to her if
both her husband and daughter were in jail, but Amy re-assured her that
her lawyer was going to arrange a deal that would leave her father a
free man. "She said Dad may have to pay a big fine," Amy said
confidently, "but she said we won't agree to the deal unless they
guarantee it." Her mother breathed a sigh of relief and just then the
doorbell rang. "Did you tell Dad you were coming?" Amy asked with a hint
of panic in her voice. "Of course not, dear. You told me not to tell him
and I didn't. Are you expecting anyone?" Amy, a worried expression on
her face, shook her head.
The bell rang again, more insistently this time. Amy peered through the
peephole and her heart raced! It was Jamie and Barbara. "Just my rotten
luck," she muttered, "and my mom's here to witness it." Afraid to ignore
Jamie and her mother any longer, Amy opened the door a crack and
whispered, "Please, can you come back in an hour. My mother's here.
Please?" Jamie kicked the door open, sending Amy reeling across the
foyer into the wall. "I know," hissed Barbara, "that's why we came, to
make sure you and your mother understand the folly of trying to cut a
deal with the Feds."
"The Feds?" Amy gasped, surprised that Barbara knew about her visit to
the attorney. "How did you know about that?" Jamie giggled as Barbara
jabbed a finger into Amy's right breast and snarled, "I know everything.
That cunt Ames, the attorney you went to see? She called me the minute
you left the office and told me everything. Even about how you want to
go to the District Attorney to testify." Amy stared at her in disbelief.
Ginny had betrayed her, how could she? Why? Barbara pushed Amy aside and
started toward the living room as Jamie waggled her finger under Amy's
nose disapprovingly, "Bad Amy-girl. Now Jamie will have to spank!
Tsk-tsk!"
Barbara and Jamie strode boldly into Amy's living room and Ellen looked
up to see who her daughter's visitors were. When she saw them, her mouth
opened and her face went ashen. "Hello Ellen," Barbara said
dramatically, "It's been a long time." Ellen nodded numbly. Looking at
Amy she asked with a hopeful tone, "These aren't the two you were
telling me about are they?" Amy nodded silently, "I'm sorry Mother."
Barbara walked over and offered her hand to Ellen who reached to take
it. But instead of shaking her hand, Barbara jerked the taller woman to
her feet and embraced her. She was barely able, by standing on her toes,
to press her lips to Ellen's and kiss her - it was a long, deep and
passionate kiss.
"What's the meaning of this," Amy demanded, showing far more spunk than
she had in months.. "What do you think you're doing?" Barbara turned to
Amy while keeping a hand on Ellen's hip, "You dumb bitch, your lawyer,
Ames, is not only an old friend, but she was sitting in the front row
when Jamie gave you the haircut. She recognized you as soon as you
walked into her office. There won't be a deal with the Feds and if
you, or you Ellen, say anything to anyone, you'll all do hard time."
Barbara smiled as she felt a shudder run through Ellen's body when she
mentioned her husband going to prison.
"You bitch," Ellen snapped and grabbed Barbara's hair as is she was
going to fight her. Barbara spun and drove her fist into the pit of
Ellen's stomach right above her panty line. The punch was so hard and so
unexpected that even Ellen's well conditioned body couldn't withstand
it. Her knees buckled and she toppled into Barbara who caught her with
an arm around the tall woman's slim waist and held her as if in an
embrace. Amy was stunned by Barbara's attack but was more surprised at
her mother's unwillingness or inability to fight back. Barbara helped
Ellen up and held her at arm's length as she studied her trim figure.
"The years have been kind Ellen," she said softly. "Let's see just how
kind." Barbara started to unbutton Ellen's blouse and when her mother
didn't raise a hand to stop her, Amy went to her mother's defense. She
stopped short, however, when Jamie grabbed her shoulder, spun her around
and punched her in her soft belly. Amy dropped to her hands and knees
as she fought an urge to vomit and when she looked up through her
tear-filled eyes, Barbara was lifting Ellen's blouse over her shoulders.
She pulled it down her arms and Ellen's eyes closed tight as her lips
pursed tightly when Barbara's hands fondled her small breasts. From
there, Barbara probed Ellens' flat, hard stomach. "Very nice," Barbara
said as she nodded in approval.
Amy watched in silence as Barbara reached behind Ellen and unhooked her
skirt, dropped it at her feet and then with a quick snap of her wrists,
jerked down the woman's half slip. Like an obedient automaton, Ellen
stepped out of it and stood before Barbara in an underwire bra and a
pair of matching bikini panties. "Ditch the bra," Barbara ordered
curtly. Ellen, with surprising alacrity reached behind her to release
the catch but she caught it and held it to her breasts until Barbara
reached up and slapped her cheek. "I said ditch it," she snarled.
Obediently, Ellen dropped her hands and the bra slowly slid down her
arms, over her wrists and dropped beside her other clothes at her feet.
"Over here," Barbara said, crooking her finger at Ellen who meekly
followed her to the sofa.
Barbara sat down, patted her thighs and Amy was awestruck when her
mother knelt without saying a word and laid herself over the older
woman's lap. Barbara shifted her knees to raise Ellen's firm ass into
the best position to receive a spanking, then ran her hand over Ellen's
tight ass cheeks. Amy saw her mother quiver, whether in fear or
excitement it was impossible to know, as Barbara slowly pulled her
panties down to her knees.
That's when Amy saw it! Her mouth opened in shock and heart stopped as
her head began to spin. She fell to her knees and shook her head in
dismay. "No! It can't be!" she gasped. Looking into her mother's
tear-filled eyes she pleaded with her, "Mom! Mom please, say it isn't
so!!" Ellen looked at Amy and began to cry uncontrollably. She'd kept
the terrible secret from her family for years, but now it had been
revealed in a most disheartening and disturbing manner. Ellen choked on
her tears and lowered her head, unable to say the words that Amy so
desperately wanted, indeed needed, to hear.
As Barbara began to spank Ellen's pale, but rapidly reddening ass, Amy
stared in stunned disbelief at her mother's jiggling, up-turned ass.
She'd never seen it before and she couldn't understand how she'd missed
it for so many years, but there it was, high on Ellen's right ass cheek!
A simple tattoo with just two words in inch high letters, "Barbara's
Bitch". That's when Amy knew, deep inside her, that she'd never get
away from Jamie and Barbara and their domination of her.
The End