After Suky made it clear that Amanda was now in charge, all eyes turned to her, as the young girl took center stage. Despite being only nineteen years of age, Amanda was a sadistic little minx. Shortly after she turned eighteen, she was sexually abused by her father on a regular basis, prior to his eventual incarceration. She was then thrown to the wolves when her mother's new boyfriend picked up where her real Dad left off. The new father figure in her house got drunk and fucked her regularly, when her Mom was at work. By the time she left home she was a man-hater, and had sought refuge in the seedy drug-underworld, which led her to work in a sex shop.
There were no shortage of sex offers for a teenager working in a sex shop, and Amanda did some escorting, before finally realizing that she could make money as a dominatrix. This was the perfect job for her. The money was excellent, she didn't have to have sex with her clients, and she could use pain and discipline as an outlet for her hatred of men.
My first encounter with Amanda had been at the sex shop, when Suky was buying me silky panties to wear. Amanda knew right away, from the way Suky had me on a short leash, that I was going to be an easy man to take control of. She had set her sights on me immediately, suggesting which color panties would look good on me, trying to see how I would respond to her taking control.
Amanda delved a little deeper into my submissive nature on the day that I was forced to go and pick up my cock-cage. Suky must have shared my plight with the young girl, because she was aware that Suky had taken the belt to me. Although, from the way I limped gingerly into the sex shop, it was patently obvious that I had taken a beating.
Now as she stood in my living room, and I realized that I was about to enter her sphere of influence, Amanda had developed into a stone-cold sadist. She was dressed in leather from head to toe, buckles and spikes protruding from different parts of her sinister looking dominatrix outfit, and looking like her sole mission in life was to make my life miserable. I couldn't even look her in the eye, such was my concern for my wellbeing. I could feel my legs shaking as my body trembled in anticipation and fear.
"My boy is yours," Suky offered. "Do with him as you will."
Amanda stepped forward, a look of disdain across her face, as she prepared to take control of me.
"Kneel, boy," she said, using Suky's derisive name for me, despite the fact that I was more than twice her age.
I sank slowly to my knees, the prospect of being taken control of in front of seven women, sufficient to make me almost pass out. As soon as I was kneeling before her, she collared me. She had a really cute Hello Kitty dog collar with a matching leash. The implements of control were the same shade as my boxers, a bright Barbie Pink, the color of choice of teenage girls for their feminine accessories. It contrasted with her all-black ensemble, highlighting the power dynamic between us.
Amanda ran me through a series of humiliating and exhausting poses, tricks and agility exercises, the likes of which I last saw on a television program about competitive obedience at dog shows.
My cock hadn't shown much interest in coming out to play since Suky thoroughly drained my nuts, but under fear of retribution from Amanda, it had positively shriveled up. Amanda had come prepared for every eventuality, and armed with a large bag of sex toys from her place of employment, she selected a vibrating cock-ring as her weapon of choice to get me erect.
The latex stimulator was similar in appearance to the one Suky used on me, although it was bright pink, to match my collar and leash. Amanda had done this before, skillfully maneuvering it over my flaccid cock and under my balls, in a single fluid motion, without having to remove my crotchless panties. One flip of a switch, and my cock started to twitch and dance for her, peeking as it was through the open slit in my underwear.
Amanda took her time to bring me to a complete erection, turning the cock-ring off periodically to demonstrate her complete control of my organ. Finally, once I was fully erect, and had demonstrated the ability to sustain my hard-on, she lined the tip of my cock up with the entrance to my Hello Kitty pocket-pussy. The bright pink sex toy looked pretty pathetic, like it belonged in the lunch box of a teenage girl. In a addition to the whiskers painted on the side, someone had professionally stenciled "Timmy's Puss" down the side of it, which was extremely emasculating.
I could feel the heat emanating from the silk-lined cylinder, one of Amanda's assistants having obviously taken the time to utilize the warming function, that had been described to me. I know it is difficult to imagine being forced to fuck a pocket pussy in front of seven young women, but in my elevated state of arousal, I would have fucked just about anything to get off. It had been eight days since my last proper release, the ruined orgasm having only exacerbated my feelings of lust.
The outer edge of the pocket pussy was slick with lubricant, the pink silk lining shining from the effect of the KY liquid, which had also been heated for comfort. Amanda allowed me to slightly penetrate the lubricated cylinder, but as I pushed forward to enter it, she stopped me.
"Take your time you desperate little bitch," she scolded. "This is as much for our visual enjoyment, as for your sexual pleasure."
With my newly issued instructions embedded in my brain, I started to slowly fuck my new pocket pussy. The silk lining felt amazing, warmed as it was to body temperature, with the internal heating element. The girls had used a very generous helping of lubricant, and as I slid in and out of the sex toy, it felt just like the real thing. I closed my eyes and fantasized about Steph, my balls churning immediately at the mere thought of making love to her.
Strangely enough, my body deviated from its normal physical response to such stimulation, and instead of getting closer to release, I felt detachment, numbness almost. I picked up my pace a little, ignoring Amanda's instructions to prolong my release for their visual amusement. The more I pounded into my pocket pussy, the less arousal I felt, and I realized what had occurred, right as Amanda spoke.
"I think Steph might have used numbing gel instead of KY lubricant," she said in mock surprise, as the girls began to giggle. "Oops!"
I knew there was no way I was going to get off in my current state. I either needed them to remove the gel, or up my level of stimulation. Amanda, apparently was a mind reader, because she came up with such a suggestion.
"Who do you want to simulate fucking?" she asked me, knowing full well who I was fantasizing about when I closed my eyes.
I knew I should have said Suky, but in the heat of the moment, I made eye contact with the young blonde assistant from the sex shop, and upon receiving an agreeable smile, blurted out before thinking it through.
"Steph," I said, with way too much enthusiasm, "I want to get balls-deep in Steph."
The young blonde, who minutes before had hopped off the sofa in her pleated silk mini-skirt, arose from her seated position on my living room floor, inadvertently flashing me her matching pink panties. If I hadn't seen her identification prior to serving her a diet-coke, I wouldn't have thought she was nineteen. She had an angelic face, full of innocence, which was appropriate considering she was a submissive in Amanda's sex shows. Steph approached the sofa, looking at Amanda for direction.
"Simulated missionary," Amanda ordered, "lose your panties."
Steph was obviously used to taking direction from Amanda, because she reached under her short skirt and lowered her panties down to her ankles. She kicked them off and they landed on the sofa to the right of me. Steph climbed onto the sofa in front of me, spread her legs wide apart, and lowered her bare ass onto the leather seat, taking care to position herself about an inch above my Hello Kitty pocket pussy.
The way she was positioned, with her short tennis skirt just covering the entrance to her teenage pussy, made it feel hyper-realistic, like I was inside her tight, young vagina. Once she was satisfied that she was in the right place, Steph placed one of her hands on my ass and pulled me deeper into my pocket pussy. I let out a whimper of pleasure and Steph responded favorably.
"Does that feel good, baby?" she teased, "being inside my tight, young snatch. You are really filling me up."
I let out another moan, and Steph continued her verbal taunting.
"Take your time, baby. There is no rush. We have all night."
