Training Amy (BDSM Erotica)

by Anne O'Connell

  “Hot, right?” Kali smiled at him. “Once I saw them on her I couldn’t resist.”

  “I’m thinking nipple clamps and some rope bondage,” he said, unable to take his eyes off Amy’s chest. The Dom inside Eric reared its head. “Kali, get Amy off the table and you get up there.”

  Kali stopped short and looked at him. “How did we go from rope bondage and nipple clamps to me up on the table?”

  Without word, Eric took a flogger off the bench behind him. “Don’t argue with me, woman. Do it or I’m going to give you a flogging you won’t forget.”

  Kali stood stunned to silence, and then quickly went about undoing the restraints binding Amy to the table.

  Amy hopped off the table carefully, wondering how much trouble she was going to be in when Eric finally got her alone. After all, she’d pretty much just cheated on him with a woman. A sinking feeling gripped her stomach.

  With some reluctance Kali climbed up onto the table and laid back, putting her feet in the stirrups as Eric indicated with a nod of his head.

  Eric gently took Amy by the arm and led her back toward the table. “Now Amy, I want you to please Mistress Kali with your tongue.”

  Kali smiled.

  Amy didn’t. She didn’t know the first thing about licking a woman down there. She wasn’t sure where to start.

  Like usual, it was as if Eric read her mind. “Kali, you might have to tell Amy what to do. I don’t think she’s done this before.”

  “Well first, little Amy, slide your tongue up my slit, and then circle my clit with it,” the Domme told her.

  Leaning forward at the waist, she slipped her tongue into the crevice of Kali’s pussy lips and licked upward, pulling her lips apart with her hands. When she found Kali’s clit she ran her tongue around it and over it, and around it again. Kali smelled like pomegranates and spice and she tasted sweet and musky.

  Kali let out a low groan. “That’s it. Keep doing that.”

  Amy kept it up, sometimes sliding her tongue down to Kali’s waiting hole and back up again.

  Eric came up behind her. She felt his cock against her ass cheek, and then felt it push into her pussy. His hand reached around to rub her clit. He gently thrust his cock in and out of her. “Now slide three of your fingers into Mistress Kali’s pussy,” he ordered.

  Amy did as instructed, shoving three fingers into the Domme as far as they would go. Kali was very wet. Ever so slowly she pulled her fingers out, and then pushed them back in, all while her tongue circled and sucked on Kali’s clit. Kali’s hands came down on Amy’s head, holding her there while she shoved her hips forward, moaning.

  Meanwhile Eric had built up a steady rhythm and kept thrusting his thick cock into her over and over again. He growled. “Make her come, baby.”

  Working her fingers in and out of Kali at a good clip, she found herself surprised at the sensation when Kali came. Her pussy spasmed against Amy’s fingers. Amy gave in to the massaging of Eric’s touch and she came, feeling her own muscles pulling and massaging his hard-on. With a few more vigorous thrusts, Eric buried himself deep inside her and enjoyed his own release.

  Amy felt the butt plug stop vibrating. Eric had the controller now. Kali got up and disappeared into the bathroom to clean herself up. Eric eyed her cautiously. Amy looked down at her feet like a scolded child. "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean for it to happen..."

  He didn't say anything for a moment.

  This only caused her gut to wretch even more. She really liked Eric, she did. But clearly her libido was out of control and she was like a kid in a candy store. So many new experiences to choose from. "It's just I was curious," she started. "I mean, I've never intended... it started with the nipple clamps..."

  Eric started laughing. "Relax. I know how it is. Besides, love, we never established any type of boundaries about being exclusive. I'm just happy you're experimenting with my friends and letting me in on it. However," his voice turned stern. "You did come into the dungeon without permission. So for the next four hours you will keep the butt plug in to remind you that you need to stay out of places you're told to stay out of." A small smile played on his lips.

  "But Master, I..." she started to protest.

  He put up a hand and shook his head. "Six hours. The more you protest the more I increase the time. You won't stay here, you'll go to classes and then you'll come to work." He held up the controller to the butt plug, turning it on, and then off again. "I fully intend on enjoying this punishment.”

  Then he took her by the hand, pulling her to him. His hand gently cupped her breast and he slid his fingers over her flesh. With practiced ease, he unclamped the left nipple. A shot of pain ran through Amy’s breast.

  “Ah!” she cried out.

  “It’s going to hurt, now hang on, I have to get the other one,” he told her with a smile. He removed the other clamp quickly.

  The sensation caused Amy to grab at her chest. Her nipple stung.

  Eric gave her a nod. “Now go get cleaned up and get dressed, but I don’t want you in jeans. I want you in a short skirt and heels. You have classes in twenty-five minutes, I'll drop you off."

  Amy hurried past Kali, who'd evidently been standing there listening. From the bathroom she could hear Kali and Eric talking.

  "I really didn't mean to get her in trouble with you Eric," Kali told him.

  "Yes you did. Don't give me that innocent look. I know better Kali, you're wicked." He laughed. “I suspect you came over here for that specific reason.”

  "Well it wasn't fair that you and Brad were the only ones who got to play. Besides," she whispered, "We're all friends and she's damn cute. Not to mention I think she's good for you. You need a sub to keep you in line."

  He laughed again. "Oh really?"

  "Maybe some night we can do a foursome," she suggested.

  "Three Doms on Amy, or would you switch sides for the night? Because that I'd like to see."

  Amy finished up in the bathroom and came back into the dungeon, sweeping her clothes off the floor. She started pulling them on, acutely aware of the plug inside her. Once she was dressed she quietly followed Kali and Eric from the dungeon and back into the kitchen. First she ran upstairs to change from jeans to a mini-skirt with heels. Selecting a black skirt, panty hose and some black two inch heels didn’t take long. Finally, grabbing her school bag, she silently followed Eric and Kali out of the house and got into the car while Eric saw Kali off. Then he drove her to the college and dropped her off.

  She didn’t get a lot from her class because she was too uncomfortable. There was that humiliating fear that everyone knew the large plug was in her ass by the way she walked, or it would slip out of her in public. Clenching tightly, the hour long class was a nightmare. Navigating stairs and curbs on her way to the bus stop was even more brutal. On the bus, the rough vibration of the seat caused the plug to feel large inside her and she felt herself getting aroused and wet. By the time she made it to the bookstore, she could feel how soaked her inner thighs were and she was terrified the wetness was dripping past her skirt.

  Eric and Brad were talking about a book order when she came back behind the counter with her bag. She waited until they were done talking then asked Eric, “Can I please…”

  He cut her off. “Not yet.” He handed her a large stack of books. “Take these to romance and shelve them.”

  Giving him a small pout, she grabbed the books and started toward the shelves. When the plug came to life, humming inside her, she almost dropped the entire stack of books. Clenching and trying to pull her thighs together she made it to the stacks and started going through the books. She rolled her eyes. Eric had purposefully given her authors starting with ‘T’ meaning she’d have to lean down or kneel to shelve them, an interesting task while a large device vibrated in her anus. Carefully making sure the plug was where it should be, she carefully navigated to her knees, sat on her heels and began putting the books away. It was tempting to stay in that position because it fel
t so wonderful, but with no more books to put away she carefully got up, almost lost the plug, and had to resort to shoving it back inside her through her skirt and panties without anyone noticing. She carefully made her way back up to the counter and Eric. Luckily he was alone because Brad was helping a customer.

  “Master, I apologize for going into the dungeon without permission. Can I please remove the butt plug now?”

  “Now why would you want to do that, my little pet?” A small smile played on his lips.

  “Because it’s sliding out, Master,” she whispered, absolutely humiliated.

  “Brad, Amy and I are going to go move that inventory in back,” Eric said.

  Brad nodded and continued talking to the customer.

  With a grateful sigh, Amy followed Eric into the back and into what she affectionately now called the dungeon show room.

  “Take down your panties and lean over that bench,” he ordered, pointing to the bench he meant.

  Amy didn’t even question, she did as she was told. Leaning over the bench she spread her legs, feeling the plug almost ready to slide out.

  She heard Eric come up behind her, the rustle of a condom wrapper, and then she felt Eric pull on the plug. It slid out without any problems. “Nice. Just thinking about this butt plug stretching you out for me…” He ended the sentence with a growl.

  With that she felt his cock press into her ass without any resistance. Her clit begged for attention, but she knew she likely wasn’t going to get it. Eric liked torturing her; playing with her. Bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then stopping. It didn’t take long for him to come. He pulled out of her, removing the condom and disposing of it in a discreet trash can. Then he took the plug and put in into a bath of cleaner in the utility sink.

  Handing her a box of tissue he said, “Back to work gorgeous.”

  With that he disappeared from the room. She cleaned herself up, pulled her panties and hose back up, and then slipped her shoes back on. If anything she was grateful the plug had been removed. None worse for the wear, she went back to work as if nothing had happened at all.

  Paul showed up at By the Book at eight that evening, just an hour before closing. Amy heard Brad intercept him.

  “You need to leave,” Brad told him.

  “I just need to talk to Amy for a minute, out front. I just want to apologize, please man?” Paul said with more civility than she expected.

  She ventured out from the shelves she was straightening and walked over to him. “Why are you here, Paul?”

  He looked her up and down quickly, not quickly enough for it to go unnoticed. “I just want to talk to you outside for a minute. I want to apologize. I was way out of line the other night.”

  “I’ll say you were,” Amy said, leading him out to the front of the building.

  Paul followed, his head down.

  Once they were outside she turned to him, arms crossed over her chest. “Well, say what you have to say.”

  “Amy, I love you. Dump that guy. You deserve better. Do you know how many women into kinky sex get raped and murdered?” he asked. While his face showed concern, there was something angry about his eyes.

  She tried not to wince. “Paul, we’re done. I don’t love you. I’m falling in love with Eric and our private life is our own. It’s not up to you to judge it. I trust Eric would never let anything like that happen to me.”

  “Last year, in New York or someplace, a woman fell in love with a guy like Eric and he treated her like a queen until he auctioned her off as a sex slave in another country. Do you want to be another statistic?” Paul’s voice was firmer now.

  Amy paused for a moment. She had heard about it. It was a big story when it broke. “Eric isn’t like that.”

  All the pleading and ‘sorry’ went from his face. “You really want men to beat you? Smack you around? You know what; I’m done trying to convince you. Obviously you’ve been brainwashed, so much you actually sent the cops looking into me for arson.”

  “That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? You’re pissed because they’re questioning you and not Eric.” She shook her head in disbelief. “You’re the only person I fought with, Paul. Who the hell do you think they’re going to look into?”

  “Yeah, well luckily I saw someone around your house that night.”

  Amy raised an eyebrow. “You what?”

  “I keep an eye on what’s mine. I saw some scrawny chick in gray hatchback follow you and Eric when he dropped you off. He left, she stuck around. I thought it was strange when she parked and walked over to the side of your house, but she came back, got in her car and left,” he said with a shrug. “I thought maybe she was looking for a cat or something.”

  “God damn it Paul! Why didn’t you say something sooner? Did you tell the police?” A rush of anger coursed through her.

  “Of course I did. When they were questioning me I remembered it. I didn’t think anything of it initially which is why I didn’t say anything. So they think they have a lead.” The look on his face showed a clear change in train of thought. “Am I back in your good graces now? Give me a second chance?”

  She didn’t answer him right away. Her mind was on the scrawny girl in the hatchback. Emily. “Oh God, it was Emily.”

  “Do I get a second chance or not?” Paul was asking.

  Groaning, she looked him square in the eye. “No. Paul, I’m done with you.”

  “You want me to beat you?” he asked.

  Shocked, she didn’t say anything.

  He grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her toward his car. “I’ll beat you since that’s what you like. I have a bullwhip back at my place. Come on.”

  Digging her heels into the ground and trying to pull away she shouted, “Paul, stop!” Anger gave way to fear.

  “I thought you liked it rough? Come on, Amy. Give me a second chance.”

  “The lady said let go.” It was Brad’s voice.

  Paul’s grip loosened, giving Amy a chance to pull away and finally break free. She clutched her wrist and backed away. Eric came out of the store front door and stood next to Brad, motioning Amy to move closer to him.

  “So what are you gonna do? Kick my ass? Do it,” Paul said, shoving his nose only inches from Brad’s face.

  “No,” Brad said, not losing an ounce of control. “But I will tell you what I am going to do. You’re going to leave quietly or I’m calling the police and having you removed.”

  “This is a public sidewalk mother fucker!”

  “And you’re causing a public nuisance on the sidewalk in front of our store,” Brad countered with a smile. “Take a hike.”

  “Amy, last chance. Me or Blondie there,” Paul shouted.

  “I’m staying with Eric, Paul. Now leave or I’ll get a restraining order,” she said, nursing her injured wrist.

  Paul seemed to weigh his options then he let out a growl and stomped off toward his car, glaring back at them over his shoulder only once.

  Inside, the last few customers of the night stood staring out the windows. One man was kind enough to ask Amy if she was alright.

  “I’ll be fine, thank you,” she said politely. Going to the refrigerator she pulled out the ice pack and put it on her wrist, then went to sit at her place at the counter near the register.

  Eric and Brad finally came back inside.

  “Is prince charming gone?” she asked.

  “I can’t believe you dated that asshole,” Brad said.

  She laughed. “Neither can I.”

  “How’s your wrist?” Eric asked, gently taking the ice pack off it and giving it close inspection.

  “It feels bruised, maybe sprained,” Amy said with a sigh.

  “So how did that conversation go?” Eric obviously wanted details.

  She wasn’t about to let him down. “He told me something you’re not going to like. Probably the most important thing that came out of his mouth.”

  He raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

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p; “He told me that Sunday night when you brought me home, when he was stalking me evidently, he noticed we were being followed by a gray hatchback driven by a scrawny brown haired chick, who after I went inside and you drove away, got out of her car and went to the side of my parents’ house, then got back in her car and left. Then he left,” Amy said with a tight smile.

  “Emily?” Eric asked, the shock clear in his voice.

  “Yes. Your psycho ex tried to kill me and my parents.”

  “She’s off her meds,” he whispered.

  “She’s on meds?”

  “She’s on anti-psychotics. She’s got a mild form of schizophrenia.”

  Amy was speechless. Evidently Emily was more damaged than anyone had been willing to admit.

  “I can’t believe you dated that crazy bitch,” Brad said, walking by with a stack of books.

  “He told the cops, right?” Eric asked.

  “He said he did. Then he offered to take me back to his place and beat me with a bull whip since I like to be beaten,” she said with a sigh. “What a jerk. I should get a restraining order because…”

  Eric didn’t let her finish. “Let’s go file a report now.”

  “Sure,” Brad said in a sarcastic tone as he came back around the counter. “I’ll close the store while you two run off. Thank God you both stopped dating assholes and started dating each other.”

  Eric and Amy both laughed. Eric was right. Brad actually did have a sense of humor after all.

  Chapter Ten

  It was a cold, gray day two months later when they got the news that Emily had been arrested for arson and attempted murder. She had been off her meds, so they said. Amy and Eric were at the DA’s office giving their statements when Amy ran into her parents who immediately scowled at Eric. He excused himself and wandered down the hall, acting like he was interested in getting something from the vending machine.

  “We’ve rented a house near your aunt’s,” her mother started.

  “That’s great,” Amy said, forcing a grin.

  “We want you to move back in with us while you finish school.”

  “Thanks for the offer, Mom, but I think I’m going to stay with Eric,” she said.