The Subjugation of Amy: Chapter 2: Part One
Megan begins taking control over Amy.
As I lay curled up in bed, still luxuriating in the pleasant glow of just having awakened from a night of very restful sleep, my body was still warm and relaxed. The silk sheets of my bed feel smooth and sensual against my naked body. Lying next to me on her side turned away from me Amy still laid asleep.
Reaching over with my hand I touch her from behind, caressing along her flank and over her side to caress her belly. Then moved my hand up to cup her breast. I move closer. Pressing my lips to her skin I place gentle kisses from her neck down her back following her spine. Amy rolled over on her back and turned her head to look lazily at me lying next to her on the bed. On my side, my blonde hair fanning out over the pillow, a few loose strands hanging down across my face. I reached out a hand to tenderly brush aside a few of the locks of Amy's brown hair blocking her face. She gives me a warm smile. Raising myself up on one elbow I smiled back at the young woman lying naked next to me knowing that I would soon become the center of her universe. Leaning down I go to plant a wet kiss on Amy's lips. Moving over to straddle on top of her we embrace, our naked bodies pressing together under the covers. Our hands exploring each other's now-familiar curves.
"Good morning," I said, "Did you sleep well?"
Amy replied, "I slept very well, Mrs. Rawlings. Did you sleep well?"
"Thanks to you I slept very good as well and remember what I told you please call me Mistress," I responded. Knowing that she still has no comprehension as to the full extent of the true meaning behind that simple word. But she will soon learn.
Amy blushed with pleasure. The compliment from her Mistress making her feel warm inside. She buried her face in my neck, inhaling the scent of my hair and warm skin. Pulling her even closer I could feel my pubic hairs tickling her thigh. She moaned deep in her throat, a feeling of arousal stirring in her from the touch.
"I want you to lick my pussy," I said. "Just like you did last night." Amy replied with a smile and a nod of her head.
I smile back at her as I sat up, letting Amy stare at the perfection of my body. The beautiful face, slender, strong arms, large proud breasts standing out from my body, and a flat, muscular stomach.
"Give me your arms," I command, and Amy stretched her arms over her head, delighting in what she knew was to come. She offered her wrists eagerly to me as I re-clipped the chains still hanging from the bed posts to the leather wrist cuff she still wore. Lying on her back, her arms now securely fastened to the bed posts, Amy wet her lips in anticipation.
Supporting myself on the headboard with both hands, I pulled myself up until I was straddling her head. Slowly I lowered my pussy down to Amy's eagerly waiting mouth. For a moment I held it deliberately just out of reach, then took pity on the submissive teen and lowered myself the rest of the way down.
I shuddered with pleasure, not all of it physical, as Amy's tongue licked along the length of my moist slit. Amy was plunging her tongue in among the folds of my pussy, working the swollen flesh with her mouth. Her own pussy was sopping wet and tingling with desire, but since her arms were bound to the posts on either side of her, she could not reach down to finger herself. That was, of course, the whole point. Bound and helpless on her back, with me riding her face. I knew it would make her feel deliciously submissive and powerless, and she knew that if she pleased her Mistress, I would have mercy on her and bring her to orgasm with either my own fingers or even my mouth.
Licking my pussy with all the skill of a quick learner, Amy relished the taste of my juices and the texture of the soft, slick folds of my pussy. Working her way along the slit, she at last came to my clitoris, which stuck out through my swollen pussy lips. Amy sucked it into her mouth, moving her lips up and down its length. A rush of pleasure shot through her when she heard me moan in ecstasy. Leaning on the headboard with both hands I began moving my hips on Amy's face, fucking her tongue as it moved in and out of my pussy.
With a soft whimper I reached my orgasm, rubbing my pussy against Amy's mouth. Like most orgasms I had early in the morning, this one was slow and sweet, flushing through my body in gentle waves. I took long, deep breaths, pressing my pussy against Amy's mouth, trying to prolong the climax for as long as possible. After a while, though, the orgasm ended, and I swung my leg over Amy's body and lay down next to her, my fingers trailing lightly over her belly.
"Mmm, you're all wet," I said huskily, noticing the moisture glistening on the insides of Amy's thighs.
"Yes, Mistress," Amy panted.
"Would you like me to make you come?"
"Oh, yes, please do, Mistress," Amy begged, trying to push her hips up against the teasing fingers that trailed across her belly and thighs.
"I will, my pet," I whispered, "I will. But maybe it's time to try something new." Rolling over I removed an object not much bigger than a tube of lipstick from the top nightstand drawer. Twisting the base, it hummed to life. Amy's eyes widened when I turned back to her. Pressing the small vibrator directly onto her clit I am quite sure that Amy had never felt any type of sensation quite like this before.
I leaned over her, kissing her neck. "How does that feel, my pet?" I asked.
Almost unable to speak Amy managed to say, "Amazing."
