AMANDA HOLDEN
Please note this story is total fiction. A product of imagination.
Amanda looked around her lounge at her family, two beautiful daughters, a husband she loved dearly and a gorgeous multi million pound home. Her career going from strength to strength as her radio and television work constantly grew.
She should be the happiest she had ever been but always in the back of her mind lurked the memories of her marriage to Les Dennis and how he became more than her husband.
Amanda squirmed in her chair as she thought back to the first time she submitted to Les and called him master. How he put a collar on her and called her his bitch.
How he shared her with his showbiz mates both male and female and she loved it all.
Then him finding out about her cheating behind his back with Neil Morrissey and throwing her out calling her a whore. Leaving Amanda virtually penniless but she fought back to the life she has now.
Looking over at her husband, so handsome, so kind and amazing father to their daughters, Amanda thinks of the one thing he can't give her. Domination.
He tried a couple of times at Amanda's request but it's just not in his nature. He's too kind and considerate in and out of the bedroom, an amazing sexy lover but sometimes Amanda just wishes he would just take her and use and abuse her for his pleasure and be more like Les.
These thoughts have grown inside her for a while to the stage where it's becoming an obsession. An itch that is demanding to be scratched.
Checking the time Amanda slides out of her chair. "I'm going up guys, work in the morning."
She goes round kissing her daughters and husband before going up to bed. It's only 9 o'clock but the alarm goes off at 4.30 to get to work for her 6.30 radio show.
She's lies in bed once again thinking of her days submitting to master Les. Her hand slipping between her naked thighs to tease the wetness there.
With a deep sigh Amanda reaches to her bedside drawer to get her sex toy. She knows she won't sleep until she has an orgasm.
Throwing the duvet off so she can watch herself in the full length mirror on the wall. Twisting around to face it, she sees the reflection of her naked body, legs spread as she slides the dildo into her soaking cunt.
Turning the vibration to maximum as her mind drifts into fantasy of once again submitting to Les, her master. Her body shaking as her orgasm build's until she lets out a huge groan as the dam breaks, her juices costing the dildo as her cunt spasms giving the relief she so badly craved.
With a sigh Amanda eases the shaft of the dildo out of herself and brings it up to her lips to lick it, tasting herself on it, something that Les taught her, always clean up afterwards.
Then slipping the dildo back into her drawer she recovers the duvet, curls up and is soon asleep.
Next morning Amanda is her usual bubbly self on her radio programme, the previous evenings fantasy had calmed her submissive desires. For now.
After the show Amanda has an appointment at TV studios across town. It's a nice day, so instead of her usual taxi, she decides to walk. It's only about 25 minutes and there's plenty of time.
As she strolls through town stopping at the occasional shop window to browse, suddenly there's somebody behind her.
"Hello Amanda, how is my bitch doing?"
Amanda gasps as she recognises the voice, then the reflection on the shop window. Les is standing behind her.
Her heart pounding and butterflies in her tummy Amanda turns. "Hello Les."
Without a change of expression. "Try again bitch."
Taking a deep breath. "Hello master.".
Les now smiling. "That's better. I own you and always will."
"So it seems my little bitch has done well for herself, every time I switch the telly on you seem to be there and I sometimes catch your morning radio show."
Giving a weak smile Amanda replies. "I've done okay thank you."
"And I've seen you in the press with your daughter, Lexi is it, very beautiful." A smile breaks across his face.
"You keep away from her."
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"Calm down bitch, she's too young, even for me, I prefer my women more mature, like you."
"That why you kicked me out?"
Les frowns. "That was your fault shagging bloody Morrissey behind my back and letting the press find out.. Fucking embarrassing."
Sliding his arm around Amanda's waist. "That's history now, tell me about this husband of yours, does he get you hot and begging for it like I used to? "
"None of your bloody business. I need to go I have an appointment."
Le s bursts into laughter. "That's a no then."
As Amanda turns to walk away Les slips a scrap of paper into her hand. "My number, when you're ready to submit to me again just give me a ring."
Amanda walks away, the paper in her hand, she should throw it in the bin but she doesn't. Instead she slips it in her bag.
Les watches her go, her bum wiggling in her tight skirt, he smiles, already thinking what he will do with her when she rings. And she will ring.
Once at the TV studios Amanda looks at the piece of paper, it's a mobile number. Her head says get rid, but her heart and lower tummy tell her to keep it. She enters the number in her mobile memory.
She's at the studios for a meeting about a TV show but Amanda is distracted and not really listening, her head full of her previous life with Les.
The meeting breaks up with the producer deciding to look elsewhere, clearly Amanda not really interested in the programme.
Amanda gets a taxi home, the whole journey thinking about Les and how she submitted to him.
Normally when she gets home Amanda would either go for a run or have a session in the gym they have built at the rear of the big house they own.
Not today, in minutes of arriving home Amanda is naked on her bed, dildo deep inside her, vigorously masturbating and dreaming of Les once again dominating her.
The next few days Amanda finds it hard to concentrate on anything, her mind keeps on returning to thinking back to her time with Les and the sexual adventures they had together.
Twice she had called up his number on her phone and sat staring at the screen, her mind in turmoil, wanting to press the green button to ring but backing away.
Finally the urge is too strong, she presses the dial button. It's ringing.
A click, a voice "Hello?"
Amanda feels her heart pounding in her chest. "Hello Les, it's Amanda, I'm ready."
She hears a chuckle on the line. "Good girl. I'll text you my address, when can you visit?"
"I can get away on Friday, I'll tell my husband I need to go up to Leeds with work."
"Friday is fine, be prepared to stay overnight, I have plans for my bitch."
He hangs up.
Amanda's phone buzzes, a text. Les has sent his address. No going back now.
That evening Amanda tells her husband she has to go up to Leeds on Friday for a chat show and will stay overnight. He thinks nothing of it, her work regularly had her staying away.
After her radio programme on Thursday Amanda heads to her beautician appointment for her full body wax, Les won't tolerate any body hair anywhere so the Brazilian pubic strip her husband enjoys has to go along with even the tiniest hairs around her anus or armpits.
Once she's totally smooth Amanda moves on to have her eyebrows and nails done.
Friday mornings radio show drags by, Amanda constantly checking the time. Finally it's time, Amanda has a shower in her dressing room and leaves the building to get a taxi.
