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Dear Readers,
Thank you for the comments on the preceding chapters and the private messages. I appreciate it a lot.
Please notice that this story (this chapter in particular) contains very graphically written (consensual) acts of BDSM, female humiliation, lesbian domination, male domination, embarrassment, rough sex, caning, etc. If such subjects might offend you, please consider not reading any further.
Please let me know if you detect an elementary mistake or plot slip. Thank you in advance.
I hope you'll enjoy reading the story as I enjoyed writing it.
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Description
The relationship between the two young women deepens, as does Amber's submission. And along with her masochistic needs, new cravings open up. The deeper Amber digs, the deeper she wants to go. Her desire for humiliation and degradation drives her further to Amy's feet.
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-- Alter Ego --
Styling her hair, applying makeup, fitting outfits, and choosing high heels were activities Amber just loved. Earlier, when she had prepared herself for a boyfriend to go out with, she always felt a little thrilled. She used to choose her most beautiful lingerie, even if hardly any of her boyfriends ever got a chance to see it. It didn't matter. She had done it for herself anyway. However, dolling herself up always had a nice effect on her. It made Amber a little excited and a little wet.
Now, turning around the building corner, Amber realized that preparing for Amy made her not only a little wet. She had become all tingly with excitement, and her pussy didn't stop moistening.
Full of anticipation, she headed to her car. The arousal made it quite problematic, but she tried to collect herself and appear as confident as she used to be when flaunting her two thousand-dollar outfits.
The spiked heels of her strapped sandals clicked on the sidewalk, attracting the attention of two men who were talking to each other while standing by a car. Ignoring their leering, Amber passed by.
Needless to say, she was aware of how much of her round bottom was exposed and felt the stares. Her perfect apple-shaped bottom had always been her asset! The elastic fabric that cut deep between her buttocks, wrapping her round ass cheeks like a second skin, left nothing for imagination.
Despite that, she continued her walk with as much grace as she could muster, ignoring the material cutting deeper and deeper into her wet cunt, and her big natural tits bounced with each step. A few weeks ago, she would have died of shame just thinking about exhibiting herself shamelessly. Now she was walking without panties underneath, conscious that everyone who cared to look would notice it.
And there was also the top. The blonde recognized that the white t-shirt she had chosen was a little too tight. Her nipples had been noticeable underneath as she admired herself in the mirror, but she put a jeans jacket over it, right? Yet, the small chain connected to the pins on her nipples swayed, tugging on them again and yet again. The tiny impulses made her nipples perk up and poke through the white elastic cotton. And the jeans jacket turned out too tight to hide anything of her wobbling breasts. Walking down the pavement, swaying her cute ass from side to side, made her feel like a hooker. What was worse, it aroused her!
Before Amber reached the door of her Mini Cooper, two women jogged toward her. One of them was Amber's age, the other in her thirties. Both wore sports outfits and seemed exhausted and sweating. They chatted and laughed unless they noticed her on their way.
The women measured her from top to bottom, with their eyes lingering on her breasts and outlined outer labia. With disbelief and amusement in their gazes, they ran ahead. Amber heard them giggling behind her back. The blonde's face turned crimson, but the humiliating moment made her clit throb with a new unknown thrill.
Finally, Amber felt relieved as she got into her car and took place behind the wheel. Her body didn't feel relaxed, though. She let her hand slide down between her legs and stroked her clit slightly over the fabric. It felt so good. She could make herself instantly cum! But she couldn't allow herself to be caught in the neighborhood. And somehow, she knew Amy wanted to have her aroused when they met. Instead, Amber took a deep breath and started the engine.
Loud music blared out of her car's speakers while Amber parked her Mini at the curb twenty minutes later. She looked around to choose the best moment to sneak into the shop. But the streets were still pretty busy.
Gaining as much self-confidence as possible, she got out of the car, locked the doors, and crossed the street. A car horn sounded, and she heard a few catcalls. Ignoring them, she headed to the shop.
Two guys crossed her way as she reached the sidewalk on the other side. Both had tank tops on, showing off their gym muscles. One of them was black, the other white. Both were in their twenties. Amber didn't like men looking too bulky, but those guys were quite hot. Even the black one. Her own feelings were surprising her at that point. She had never had anything with a black guy. Black guys just weren't her type, she had always thought. Since meeting Amy, that too seemed to have changed, though. Or was her pussy thinking for her already? She felt confused.
"Looking really hot, baby!" called the black guy.
"Yeah! And I love your ass, sweetheart!" said the other.
Amber ignored their comments and went in the opposite direction. Still, she couldn't avoid her inner slut, picturing what a threesome would be like. She knew it only from porn movies, but the idea was very exciting to her. Sex with two or even three men, filling her holes... A thrill ran down her spine. Lost in her thoughts, she nearly ran over an elderly woman.
"Watch your step, floosie!" shrieked the old female.
Trying to overlook the turning heads, Amber continued her walk, unwittingly making her hips sway while tottering on her heels. Her tits wobbled shamelessly in front of her and attracted even more leering looks from men and disapproving stares from women.
Finally, she reached the shop and stopped at its door. She had her first walk of shame behind her. She thought and guessed it wasn't the last one. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, love, excitement, and, not least, fear as she put her hand on the doorknob.
After entering the air-conditioned room and closing the door, she headed directly for the checkout counter. However, she noticed Amy stocking items on a shelf in the next room. Amy wore a black t-shirt as often and a black flared leather mini skirt. Her dark hair was bound into a sporty ponytail, and her face was only slightly painted. Amy didn't need much makeup. Her dark bronze skin was just too flawless. Only her eyes and lashes had been done, making her green cat eyes look bigger.
What made Amber's pussy twitch was the sight of her perfect legs. And even with simple slippers on her feet, Amy's slender, long model legs looked to die for.
