Barely at home, the fatigue had been replaced with excitement. Amber positioned herself in front of the full-length mirror in the foyer. Then she pulled her leggings down to her ankles. At first, she turned around and watched in disbelief at her ass. You could immediately see the spanking marks. All over her buttocks were long red and blue welts the ruler left.
“What they must have thought of me,” thought Amber considering the marks. However, she felt excited about showing the result to Amy at the exact moment. Displaying her face and her bum at the same time in the mirror, she took some photos with her iPhone. Posing like this and seeing the marks on her bum aroused her. Her pussy was about to twitch, and Amber became wet again. She wondered how quickly her body responded to the sexual impulses.
Standing now frontal and closer to the mirror, Amber took pictures of her reddened mound and close-ups of her pussy. As she ended the posing session, she felt turned on again and was about to finger herself, as she remembered Amy’s demands! She wasn’t allowed to make herself cum. Only edging and ruined orgasms were permitted.
“But first of all, the pictures,” she thought to herself, chose the communication app, and sent the recent photos to her Mistress. She wished Amy would answer immediately, but until now, she never did. Would she have to wait for tomorrow? Thought Amber. But tomorrow was Saturday! Would she find Amy in the shop? She felt unsettled.
A little distracted, she forced her to focus, typed the words ‘orgasm denial’ and ‘edging’ into the search engine, and began to scroll over the countless results. She found pictures, texts, plenty of porn videos with denial of men and women, and even entire blogs devoted to that fetish. At that point, Amber realized she stood again in front of a new door. But this time, she wasn’t afraid anymore.
Some people were denied or denied themselves for weeks or even months! She thought. Orgasm denial, dominance, submission, master, and slave – all this was something entirely new for her yet so fascinating. Was she now a slave girl too? The idea scared her, but submitting to Amy made her want it.
After she read several experiences from women, men, girls, couples, who mostly were submissive or even lived a dominant-submissive lifestyle, she felt ready to try it. She chose a porn video with a lesbian couple and watched it, fascinated. The skinny sub girl was lying on a bed with tiny panties barely covering her pussy. The other girl o woman, whose face wasn’t visible, pulled the panties down, revealing a bald, puffy mound. The dominant girl switched a vibrator on and began to tease the subby girl’s clit.
Alone looking at it made Amber hot. She started to stroke herself, feeling the arousal increasing quickly. Her face flushed with excitement and her nipples straightened up. Fingering herself slowly, Amber followed what was happening in the video.
In no time, the submissive girl’s pussy on the screen was moistened, leaking with juices, and she writhed and moaned loudly. She begged her Mistress for relief because of being denied for a long time! Nonetheless, the dominant girl switched off the sex toy and pulled the subby girl’s panties back over her hips, covering the needy, leaking sex underneath. The girl still squirmed and trembled, then started to sob with evident frustration. The video ended.
“Oh my God!” thought Amber and pictured herself being tortured so sweetly cruel.
Aroused and determined, Amber ran to the bedroom to get her small vibrator. She withdrew it from the nightstand and thought she had to get a better sex toy. Unexpectedly her iPhone started to ring and vibrate. The intuition told her it was necessary.
Amber ran back into the living room and picked up the cellphone. It was Amy!
“Hello, Miss!” she panted almost, while her heart flattered.
“Hello, pet,” said Amy with a calm, somehow alluring voice. “Is your cunt finally hairless, slut?”
“Yes, Miss! I let it do permanently. And my,” Amber paused, a bit embarrassed, “everything is depilated now,” she added proudly.
“You mean around your little asshole?” laughed Amy, hearing Amber’s embarrassment. “Well done, pet. I am really proud of you,” responded Amy.
“Thank you, Miss!” the blonde answered happily.
“And I also like your beaten ass. I really love the picture. It made me instantly wet. Can you imagine?” purred Amy. “And I assume someone in the beauty shop saw it too, am I right?”
Ambers’s face reddened more, remembering the situation.
“Yes, Miss, two women–,” the blonde beauty wanted to tell about everything, but Amy cut her off.
“Hold on, pet. I am in the shop until late at night. Would you love to come to me and tell me everything personally?”
“Now?!” asked Amber, excited.
“In an hour,” answered Amy. “Do you want to come?”
“Of course, Miss. I will be there!” responded Amy eagerly.
“And, pet?”
“Yes, Miss?”
“Do you remember as I told you of becoming a little more of a slut towards Lucas?”
Amber thought about the conversation with Amy. Then she remembered.
“Yes, I do, Miss.”
“I would love it too if you are a little more of a slut for me,” purred Amy again.
Amber thought to understand the cue. “What could I do for you, Miss?” she asked submissively.
“I actually like your grey leggings, those from the picture. And I’m thinking of your special bra,” began Amy to tell. “I would love you to see you without panties. Just the leggings, the bra, and a white t-shirt over your big titties. What do you think?”
A jolt of pleasure went down her spine as she pictured herself in the evening in the city being clothes as Amy requested. The sun was already setting, but it was still bright and warm. And certainly, there were many people out there who would see her. The leggings were so tight. And now, without panties, they would cut into her pussy, she thought.
“I will do it, Miss, if you want me to,” she answered.
“I know you will, pet because you are a little slut. But you are my slut,” said Amy, this time with more power in her voice. “Aren’t you, pet?”
“Yes, Miss. I’m your slut.”
“Good girl!” said the black beauty. “And pet, don’t forget to apply makeup. And put your highest heels on. I want to have you here looking absolutely hot when you come! Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Miss,” answered Amber feeling like the heat spread over her body.
“I will be waiting, pet,” saying this, Amy hung up.
Taking a shower, Amber was careful not to wet her hair because it would take too long to wash and dry it. After styling it into wavy cascades as she liked it, she put on makeup with fake, long lashes, mascara, and pink, glossy lipstick. For this evening, she wanted it more intensely than she did for the campus.
After that was done, the blonde beauty considered her look in the mirror, pursed her lips, and blew herself a kiss.