Beth's Submission to Amy
by BADSAM
Monday morning Elizabeth Ann wakes up early. The sun is shining brightly through the bedroom curtains and is just peaking over the horizon. She throws the covers off herself and looks down at her wholly tanned, nude body. She smiles; she likes what she sees. True, it's not a perfect body. Since reaching full maturity she has always had the thought that her breasts could be a tad larger. But she's content with her appearance. She is happy that she doesn't have basketballs or molehills for breasts.
Her dark nipples rise like twin towers, each in the center of a chocolate cookie resting on two pliant, amber orbs. Her waist is narrow; it's flatness broken only by her sensuous navel, which appears as a succulent hollow that longs to be filled with syrupy cream. Her pubic mound is lightly covered with just enough black hair to entice an admirer to explore her luscious pussy. Her labia glisten with her juices and beckon a lover to dive deep into her vagina.
Her thoughts immediately turn to the events of the past several days. She closes her eyes and smiles again. She is still relishing the gratification and sexual euphoria that Amy Michelle and her husband Richard introduced her to this past weekend. She reaches down and rubs her love nest with her right hand while her left hand massages her right nipple. She opens her lips and lightly strokes her clitoris. A wave of delight ripples over her sumptuous flesh like gentle waves splashing on a sea shore. She basks in the pleasure she is giving herself.
Then the nymph thinks about everything they have taught her thus far about sex and becoming their sex slave. She frowns slightly. Yesterday evening she was positive that is exactly what she wanted. But now, after spending a night alone in her own apartment, in her own bed and reflecting further on it, she is not so sure.
Yes, the sex with them was good, great in fact. But suddenly she is not so sure that she wants to commit herself to a life where she is fucked daily. She is not sure whether or not she wants to suck someone's dick morning, noon and night or perform cunnilingus on someone every day. She wonders if the two of them would accept her as a "weekend" sex slave. As for their belief that she is a nymphomaniac that they need to train; that's just their opinion. She is positive she can control her sexual impulses.
But one thing the sex starved minx is sure of, she wants to continue going over to their house and learning about sex from them. Things that her authoritarian mother would not let her learn as a teenager; leaving her "untested" and not knowing anything about love, intimacy and sexual intercourse. True, she learned a few things in her sophomore year biology class. But that was only a couple of weeks of class instruction that covered mainly the anatomy of the male and female sex organs. There were many subjects that were never discussed, like bestiality, coprophilia, urophilia, necrophilia, satyromania, consensual sex slavery and bondage and discipline sex. Further, it glossed over gay and lesbian sex, transsexual, nymphomania, and hermaphrodite. It left her with more questions than answers.
Her cell phone unexpectedly buzzes, interrupting her daydream. She picks it up from the nightstand. The screen's display informs her that it's her new friend Amy, the personnel manager of Cardio-Pulmonary Supply, the medical supply company where they are both employed; Beth is an order checker there. Beth stayed at her house this past weekend, having sex with both her and her husband, Richard. The lesbian sex she had with Amy was great. It wasn't anything like that which she had when in high school, when a classmate just used her for her own sexual gratification. The sex she had with Richard and Amy satisfied her completely and left her wanting more of it. She especially enjoyed it when the two of them were fucking her at the same time, one in her mouth and the other in her pussy. Richard called that real sex. The Matron promised the sexually inexperienced damsel that she would teach her more about sex and sexual intercourse with both men and women on future visits to her house. Beth's hope is that the pledge will come true.
"Good morning, Mistress Amy."
"I'm on my way to your apartment now. Are you ready to go?" the Dominatrix asks her.
"Oh no!" Beth answers her in a panic. "Mistress Amy, I'm just getting up. I'm not dressed or even had breakfast yet. I wasn't expecting you this early, Mistress."
"That's OK. I know I'm early. In all the excitement of this past weekend I'd forgotten that I have some work to do at the office. Hope you don't mind getting to work a little early. We can pick up some sausage and egg biscuits or something at a fast food restaurant on the way there, my treat."
"Mistress Amy, I don't have any problem with arriving to work early. I don't think my boss will mind," the petite maiden answers her. "There are some orders that were pulled Friday that I haven't checked yet. I can use the time to check them."
"Great! Don't worry about Kevin; I'll square it with him. Then we can both get off a little early and head for SAMS Spa for a sensuous sauna. By the way, didn't you tell me once that you used to be a member of a spa?" the Matron inquires of her future sex slave.
"Yes Mistress, but it closed down last year. The owner skipped town leaving a lot of unpaid bills."
"Well, I'll tell you, this health club is owned by a group of people. None of them are going to skip town."
"Are you one of the owners, Mistress Amy?"
Amy does not answer the attractive blonde "bombshell." Instead, the Momma sidesteps the question, "As I told you yesterday evening, I know several of the partners of the health club. Richard and I frequently have them over to our house for parties and they sometimes go with us on vacations in our sailboat, the Slave Galley. I can introduce you to some of them if you like?" She mentions this latter with the intention of doing just that; and having several of her male and female friends repeatedly fuck the wanton sex toy until she is a used up ragdoll. She knows the minx would take great pleasure in having that done to her.
"Oh, that sounds great," Beth responds wondering if these are the same people Richard and Amy have sex parties with. "But I've got to get dressed or we'll be late for work."
"OK, I'll be there in about ten minutes," she answers her and hangs up.
Beth closes her cell phone and sits quietly for a couple of minutes. She is unsure when she will tell the Vixen of her decision to become just a weekend sexual submissive instead of her permanent sex slave. She wonders if she has the courage to tell the dominant woman. Then she ponders Amy's connection with SAMS Spa and its members. There is something her new friend isn't telling her and she makes a mental note to question her about it.
Towards the end of the day the personnel manager calls the warehouse supervisor on the company phone. She asks Kevin to send Beth to her office; his new order checker has some paperwork to fill out. It's a ruse to get the employee alone in her office. As soon as Beth arrives, Amy apologizes and excuses herself with the story that she suddenly has to go to the lady's room. She asks the damsel to wait in her office and then she closes and locks the door. She is gone for 20 minutes, by the time she returns everyone has left the building for the day. The warehouse and office are deserted; all the alarms have been set. There is no one here to disturb them.
