Amy however was all nerve-endings and caught it square in the chops.
“What were you going to say Mary?”
“I was going to say wear or not wear…totally up to you,” Mary said and turned to walk into the kitchen and continue what she was doing.
“Ooh I like the sound of that, maybe I can do a little of both,” Amy-Sue said in a little quiet voice.
From the kitchen came a deep-throated chuckle…
“Sticking to margarita’s Amy? Hungry? And after a little pause….Horny?
“Yes…Yes… Yes,” Amy-Sue called out.
IV
Amy sat on the edge of the bed and first started curling her toes in the thick shag carpeting. The room was very feminine, in taste, color, design, and smell. The bed was a king sized addition and had about a dozen pillows covering the spread but not like a magazine picture but more like someone who just wanted to have a pile to dive into.
Furniture was modern, and there were no edges. Rounded corners everywhere; the pictures seemed part gothic and part fairy tale. The room was tasteful and just fun to look at. Amy wondered what Mary’s bedroom looked like if this was the guest room.
Off came her skirt and her top.
Amy opened up the top dresser drawer and hit pay dirt. Panties galore! ‘Red! I want something red,’ she thought, and Ta-Da!!!
Amy held an impossibly thin pair with strings on the side. She tied two bows on each side and checked herself out in the mirror. “Great!”
Second drawer had bras, halters, tubes, and tees. Amy knew that the bras would be a waste of time as they were not in the same range. She grabbed this half cut tee and laughed then tried it on for size, and chuckled some more. It actually said “SLUT” but after Amy pulled it on it looked more like CIIIT.
The bottoms of her mega-breasts were fully visible, but the effect was spellbinding to her.
“Mary?”
“That’s Mistress Mary, or just Mistress to you baby,” Mary answered matter-of-factly.
You know when a switch is turned on, the power surge is barley negligible but nevertheless still you know it?
Amy-Sue felt this, switch, being thrown. In less time then it takes to think it…
“Mistress, would you please tell me where I should find some shoes?”
Amy’s response surprised Mary a bit. It was like a different person said it. Not as firm as the unrestrained exhibitionist. Not as weak as a sissy boy. It was just the right amount of little girl and cosmopolitan woman.
“The closet next to the john, my little tramp,” Mary said firmly.
Mary responded in a hushed whisper, “Ooh I like that name,” she said.
“What was that? “Speak Up!”
Amy-Sue raised her voice and said, “I like being called names, Mistress!”
“You do?” Well good, because I like calling you names, now hurry the fuck up and get out here I want to see what you chose,” Mary ordered in her best drill sergeant voice.
Amy had chosen a pair of bright red open toed 4-inch high heels that fit like a glove.
V
She stepped into the kitchen and stood there in her outfit waiting for Mary to notice her.
Amy stood with her hands clasped and in front of her panties with her arm pushing her breasts together. Her head was bowed a little making her look up. The effect was of a little girl who just might be a little shy.
Mary turned and just stared. Wordless! Expressionless! Just stared and eyed Amy up and down for a good 30 seconds.
Mary gulped visibly, but plunged ahead.
“Oh good you have your name tag on I see. Now listen and get it straight, you do not ever hide yourself from my eyes. Why are your hands where they are?”
Amy put her hands on her hips instead, Sorry Mistress, what’s expected of me?” Amy asked.
“Look you slut you know why I took charge of you earlier, because you were showing everything to everyone, and now you stand before me, shy and hiding.” This will not do, no fucking way this will do.”
“You are MY slut, you hear that? “MY SLUT!!!” “Here in this house at least, and as MY SLUT you will always show yourself to me no matter what’s happening. Open you legs, handle your bust, spread your asshole, and pose lewdly. Use anything you can find to fuck yourself. Damn it you need to be spanked.” Mary’s face was red with force.
“Oh mistress can you forgive me? Are you going to spank me? Hard?” Amy was looking down while she spoke. But her hands were moving. She was toying with the panty knot on her left hip with one hand and running her fingertips under her bust with the other.
“You admit you’ve been bad. You skank you! I’ll just have to teach you a lesson.” “Hop up on the counter and sit there with your legs open.”
Amy did exactly as she was told.
Mary handed her a drink. “Here drink this right down and you are going to have three or four of these as quickly as you can swallow them.”
It’s easy when you make a pitcher of drinks. They belted them down in big gulps. All the while Amy sat there feeling herself up and Mary took in every movement, without expression.
“Okay, now you have to get away from me I want to concentrate and you are distracting me. Come with me, Trollope!”
Mary got down and followed Mary through the living room.
Mary went to the patio, and slid open the door.
“Now before you go on the patio, take that fucking shirt off and those panties. You can keep the shoes.”
Amy-Sue did as she was told. Now she walked out into the open air. This was more like it. Naked, breasts bouncing, legs open, cunt wet, nipples hard….Suddenly!
…Mary attached a pair of handcuffs to Amy’s left wrist and then connected the business end to the railing making Mary’s territory limited to a few feet around her where she could be seen by anyone in the penthouse and neighbors on both sides of Mary’s place.
VI
Mary went back inside and closed the sliding door behind her. She went into her room and did not appear again for a good fifteen minutes.
Amy’s drinks were now coursing through her veins and she was just a tad sloshed. She had managed to reach a pack of smokes lying there and lit one up.
Her inhibitions, of which she had very few to begin with were totally gone. Amy-Sue was looking at the view and her free hand was exploring her body. First she pinched her nipples until they looked like thumbs sticking out, then her free hand was between her thighs and slipping into her sopping pussy and then even into her asshole.
What Amy did not know, was what Mary was doing in her room. Amy just assumed she was dressing for the part or getting some toys to play with.
Well she was only partially right.
Mary had slipped through the other door in her bedroom and went next door to her “neighbor’s apartment which just happened to have a perfect view of Mary’s patio.
Mary’s “friend” Jane T was away on vacation so Mary was able to go in there and set up a camera that would capture anything that happened on her patio. She was also getting crazy watching Amy feel herself up, fingering herself into a controlled frenzy.
At one point Amy had two fingers in her ass and then removed them and ran them first under her nose and then put them into her mouth and sucked them clean.
Mary was now aflame and had had enough preparation. She flew out of Jane T’s apartment and into her own and put on black stockings, thigh high boots and a red leather bodice that pushed up her breast suggestively as if invisible hands were cupping them.