So
I prepare myself for the ultimate in humiliation
as Courtney arrives in costume...My eyes started at
her red painted toes in her fishnet hose.... up her
toned legs to a skirt that barely covered her
panties (I would only find out later that her panties
were actually drawn on with lickable paint, cherry
flavored). So she watches me get into costume then
cuffs my hands behind me with real cuffs. Off we go...
We
got out of the car at the first house. I had
trouble getting up with my hands cuffed behind me and
was helped out by Courtney pulling on my leash. "Come
pet,” She said. "Pet my ass" I said joking. "Later" she
said and strutted along with me in tow.
Once inside, she mingled and I was fondled. I
wasn't enjoying it as much as I thought as strange
women were putting their hands down my thong and
spanking my ass.
I was glad when we left that party. We went to
another party and I complained to Courtney that I
wasn't having a lot of fun. The little wench gagged me
with a red ball gag.
So
into the second party we went. It started much
like the first with hands spanking and squeezing me.
"Care to trade?" a female voice asked. We turned to
see a tall brunette holding the leash of a shorter
brunette. Courtney looked at them both and said,
"Sure" and they traded leashes...
I
looked back to see Courtney pulling the girl slave
closer to her. My head was jerked forward as the tall
brunette led me to the back of the house. Courtney
asked the slave girl, "So how long have you been
together?" "We just met 10 minutes ago." She said. I
had been slave-napped....
So
Courtney is walking outside and sees no one. She
comes back in and the slave girl says, "He'll be okay"
and she grabs the girl by the leash. Pulls her over
her lap and proceeds to spank her little bottom a nice
pink color. "You should be worried about yourself."
Courtney says. The room filled with costumed people
cheer as she spanks the subbie.
Our paths, though separated will be linked back
together soon enough. 2 hours after the slave swap,
her cell phone rings, "Hello" "Courtney" the female
voice says. "Yes" "This is Tabitha the one who has
your slave." "Where are you?" "1213 Collinswood, come
party with us." and she hangs up.
Courtney and slave girl drive to the address
given. Cars parked everywhere in front of this large
home. They walk to the front door and are met by a
very large man. He stops them as Tabitha says, "It's
okay Bruno." and he lets them pass....... So the two walk in and see about
200 women walking
around dressed very similar to Courtney’s outfit.
Tabitha walks over. "I owe you an apology. I thought
you were one of us." Courtney looked around, "Don't
apologize...what is one of us?" "Dominant women." She
said casually. "I might be." Tabitha looked confused
and said,” Your boyfriend said you were just dressed up
for Halloween." "We are but that doesn't mean I'm not
a dominant female." "I see." Tabitha said. "He's in
the kitchen away from the sharks." Courtney said,” What
were you going to do with him?" "Just a little fun."
Courtney grabbed a glass of wine of the tray being
carried by the naked maid and said, "If you hurt him I
will hurt you." and she went to mingle.
Tabitha walked back into the kitchen. She grabbed
the leash and said, "Come on blue eyes...party time."
And she led me into the main room. I watched her as
she cuffed my hands in front of me and tied them to a
rope dangling from the ceiling. She stretched me so I
was on my tippy toes. Her hands slide down my bare
chest and thumbs caught my thong and pulled it down
and off. She tossed it to the hungry crowd. Both
ankles were tied and spread and she stepped away.
Admiring her handy work. She brought over a small
cat-o-nine whip and placed it in my mouth. Leaned over
and took my nipple in her mouth and bite. It was hard
enough to get my attention.
She turned, "This pet is the property of Courtney
who has generously agrees to share him." and she
pointed to Courtney standing off to one side. I looked
at her she gave a devilish wicked grin and blew me a
kiss.
Courtney and I headed out three hours later just
after 2 a.m. My body covered from chest to toes and
the bottoms of my feet with red lines. "Poor baby"
Courtney said with a giggle and she took me back to
her place for some TLC. Which on this night stood for
Tied Loving Cunnylicking. I spent most of the rest of
the night licking cherry paint off her body.
I got tricked and got to treat, what more should
Halloween be about.
The end
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It was a cold November evening
as Jack O’Hara peeked around the corner at the ammunition factory. The retired
cop was now a private investigator and looking for a missing woman.
He took another drag of off his hand rolled cigarette the
tossed the butt to the ground and squashed it under his shoe.
He saw the man leaving and turned towards his car and he felt
the knife penetrate his chest between his ribs. His mouth opened as a hand
clamped over it. He slumped to the ground, eyes open wide and mouth open.
The killer pulled the knife out and disappeared out of sight
just as quickly as they had appeared.
Police cars lined the both sides of the dock area. After all
Jack had been one of them for over 25 years. The sheet covered his body as
several of the officers turned towards as the car came to a stop.
They watched the tall redhead emerge from the car. Her skirt
nearly to her ankles, heels clicking as she hurried towards the sheet covered
body. “Who is that beauty?” a rookie patrolman asked. “That is his
partner.” “She’s a private dick?” “Watch your mouth.” He said.
“Sorry sarge but she looks like a movie star.”
“Marty” she said with a tearful voice. “Sorry Liz”
the detective replied. “He never had a chance.” And she viewed the body she
began to cry. She stood and wiped the tears and headed back to her car.
Liz drove as fast as the car would go back to there office.
She entered the office and began rifling through Jack’s desk trying to find
his appointment book. She found it and searched for anything unusual but found
nothing.
Over the next weeks, the 24 yr old private detective ruffled
feathers all over San Francisco. She was the most unpopular woman in San
Francisco in 1942, gorgeous or not.
She stumbled upon a lead while visiting a brothel near the
waterfront. Liz walked through the halls, opening doors to private rooms. Seeing
things she would have never imagined, never wanted to see.
She stopped in one doorway for longer than a passing glance.
Two young women were on the bed. One had her face buried between the others pale
white thighs. Liz looked, thought then begrudgingly moved on.
Why had that caught her attention? Why had she always been so
annoyed at the persistent advances of men? She thought it was because she was
raised with 5 brothers. Maybe that wasn’t the case at all.
The lead came from the woman who was doing the licking. She
caught Liz in the hall and said, “There is a rumor of a woman who likes women
then the women disappear. Tall and blonde is all I know.” And she ran back in
and closed the door.
“Great, a tall blonde who likes women should be easy to
find.” She said with a tone of sarcasm.
Liz began asking around about the woman. She made sure to
visit all the brothels and night clubs. After 2 months her hopes began to
diminish as the case load began to rise. She was near giving up when she spotted
a tall blonde coming out of the Can Can club.
She stepped back into the alley way and watched as the blonde
hailed a taxi. Liz began following her in her car to the waterfront. The blonde
entered the Ammunition factory and Liz realized she was standing where Jack had
died.
Her blood boiled as she watched the light go on upstairs. A
plan was being hatched in her mind as she pictured Jack dying. Then she returned
back to her apartment and laid in bed thinking about what was to come.
2 days later she applied for a job at the ammunition factory
and was hired immediately.
Liz hated every minute she spent working on the
line. She hated having the foreman standing behind her, breathing on her neck
and feeling on her butt.
Liz tried several times to get other women who
worked at the plant to talk to her but they were terrified of something. Then
the tall blonde came and got a young female off the line and took her upstairs.
The woman did not return to work that day or any
other day for that matter. Liz scanned the paper for murders but found only the
usual. She contacted her friend at the San Francisco Police Dept who didn’t
know anything about it but did say there was a rash of missing young women.
The pieces were falling together. Liz hoped the
blonde would pick her, but she didn’t. She hoped someone would talk to her but
they were too afraid. So it was up to her to find out the real story and avenge
Jack’s death.
She followed the blonde home that night. She was
surprised that this blonde could afford such a large house but that is where she
lived. Liz crept up to the house and looked in the window.
She watched through the bedroom window as the
blonde undressed. Liz found herself being a voyeur as she enjoyed watching her
undress. The blonde slipped into a robe before leaving the room.
She went to another room and then returned a few
minutes later. Her eyes got huge as the blonde was leading a smaller, younger
blonde by a rope leash. The tall blonde pushed the smaller one to the bed and
straddled her. She opened her robe then lowered herself onto the struggling
girl.
The girl stopped struggling as the blonde started
moving her hips back and forth. The blonde was also reaching behind her and
torturing the tender young breasts of the naked and bound girl. The moaning got
louder and louder as Liz’s hand was down her pants.
Then it stopped. The tall blonde turned and
spread the legs of the smaller one and slapped her hard between the legs several
times. “Next time you will be more cooperative.” “Yes Miss Kathryn” She
said and they left the room as they had entered.
At least she had a name Liz thought. She watched
her walk back into the room with the woman taken off the line. She was bound and
naked and not very cooperative. Kathryn pulls a knife from the nightstand
drawer. She threatens the woman with it then gets the oral servitude she
demands.
Liz was leaving when the foreman walked into the
room. He yelled at Kathryn then she yelled back and he left. Liz tilted her head
slightly, they were yelling in German.
Liz waited for a week for an opening. Then it
came. She watched Kathryn leave the house early Saturday night. She was dressed
to the 9’s. Seamed stockings, slinky dress and spiked heels. Liz thought she
was going out dancing or it appeared so.
She waited then approached the door and knocked.
The foreman answered as Liz said, “Hello Fritz” in the little German she had
learned in the week since she had heard them. He smiled then said, ‘What are
you talking about?” and she shot him in the knee.
He fell hard as she slipped by him and locked the
door. “You have 5 seconds to tell me everything.” He just looked at her as
she cocked the hammer on the trigger. “Kathryn and I supply women to German
officers down in Argentina” he said not wanting to be shot again. He talked
and talked and talked. Liz listened, taking everything in. She waited until he
was talked out then they walked towards the basement.
He tried to grab the gun but tumbled down the
stairs instead. When Liz went to check on him, his head was pointing the wrong
direction. She looked up at the 10 cages. Each was occupied by a young naked
female. She was tempted to open them but slid back into the darkness of the
basement and waited.
Kathryn walked into the house to see the blood on
the floor. She grabbed for her knife and walked through the house calling for
Henry the foreman. She headed down into the basement looking for him and found
him. She looked around then said, “Whoever you are I will kill you.” And Liz
came from the darkness. “I don’t think so.”
Face to face the tall women eyed each other.
Kathryn smiled, “So who are you?” “Drop the knife.” Liz said. “Please
give me a reason to kill you.” And Kathryn dropped the knife as Liz kicked her
in the stomach then pistol whipped her. Kathryn lay on the floor out cold.
The papers read, “Private eye kills Nazi
killer” Liz looked at the headlines and smiled. “Hmmm looks like they forgot
about you darling.” She said as she looked over at the 2 blondes. Kathryn was
bound with her legs spread and naked. The smaller one, Sara was kneeling between
them with a wooden spoon and slapping her hard. “Easy Sara” She said as her
bare feet touched the hardwood floor. She stride across the floor and dropped
her robe. Liz sat on Kathryn and buried her face in her. Kathryn didn’t
pretend, she wanted Liz and wanted her badly.
Sara leaned down and kissed the red and wounded
crotch of Kathryn then smacked it again. Liz laughed, “Do that again, her
tongue goes deeper in me.” And Kathryn’s pleading eyes got no mercy. Her
fate had been decided already as long as she kept her mouth shut and tongue
busy. If not, spies are hung during the war.
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Each and every day we make choices, what to eat, what to watch, who to date…you get the idea. Right now I am pondering one of my most recent choices, let me explain. I travel to different clients installing and configuring network software for a living. I am good at what I do so my services are in demand. This one client in particular was very attractive. She was 5'9" with an athletic build. Long blonde hair and dressed very well. Her name is Candace and for some reason she looked very familiar. One evening I was out on the web and surfing where no one actually admits to being. I hit a page and stopped and there was Candace. The page was for BDSM personal ads. I looked at the picture and read the bios. "Young Texas flower enjoys rope games as well as experimenting." And I wrote down the email address. The next evening I emailed her. "Dear Young Texas Flower, what types of games do you enjoy?" and I sent it. She replied within the hour. "Dear spike (Cute name), My knowledge and interests spread far and wide. Tell me some of your hobbies." "Dear YTF, My hobbies and what I think I like are not one in the same. My hobbies are those of any red blooded American male. My likes border on the more taboo." And I left it at that. "Dear spud, I guess I get emailed like this 20 times a day. It comes with posting an ad. Have a nice evening." "Dear Cactus Flower, I guess men like myself should be used to teases like you. It is a shame that mind games are considered a hobby these days." "Whoa! Time out. If I misunderstood you then I apologize. You started to sound like someone looking for freebies." "Got any naked pics of…just kidding." "Lol" and I typed, "Ask and she shall receive." "Ok, I want your top five websites and top five fantasy ideas." I sent them to her and waited. The response took two days to come. "So femdom and wrestling seem to be the order of the day. Send me five more of each." And again I gave what she asked for. Her response opened Pandora's box, "So how long have you been submissive?" "I'm not" "But I thought" "You thought just because I this is what I think about that it's what I do. I am and always have been in charge. Until I learn otherwise I will continue to be." "So what you are saying is until I kick your butt you think you are in charge." "Pretty much." "I think one of the most satisfying things in life is taking what you want." "So what happens now?" "Now I guess we should meet." "We already have." "Have we? And I missed it. So where did this take place or was I even awake?" "Goodnight Ms Trevor." The response did not come. The next afternoon I walked into the building and began working. Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "Good afternoon" She didn't say anything. "Are you waiting for me to admit it was me. It is." I said in a smug tone. I heard the door close as she said, "Enjoy yourself? Have a good laugh at my expense?" "I'm not laughing are you?" "No" "So we've met, now what?" She walked out of the room. As I left for the day my phone rang. "This is James." "7:30, 1221 Oak Circle." And she hung up. I wrote the address and walked away smiling. I arrived early and waited until it was time. Candace answered the door wearing jeans and Polo style shirt. She let me in and locked the door behind me. I turned when she latched the deadbolt. "Should I be worried?" I asked. "Not yet" she replied. She took a sip of her wine. "The rules are simple. Winner take all." "Sounds simple enough." I replied as she had slipped off her shirt. "Does doesn't." she added as she slid her jeans to the floor. I started to slip off my shirt when she knocked me to the floor. She grabbed my pants and jerked them down to my knees. I struggled to get off my twisted shirt as she dropped both knees into my exposed abs. By the time I got my shirt and pants off Candace had inflicted some damage. "That didn't seem very fair." She grabbed my ankles and held me in a wishbone type hold. Her foot pressing on my crotch, "Write your congressman." I put both hands over my balls and watched her drop with both knees on my inner thighs. Kneeling she pressed both of my knees to the floor. Men don't stretch like this willingly. As I arched back in pain she pounded on my stomach again. I lurched forward and in one quick fluid movement she came over my waist and grabbed my head under her armpit. Her thighs encircled my chest as she had me in a very awkward position. Candace leaned back and the reverse sleeper was locked. My eyes felt like they would pop, then everything went black. I came around a few minutes later where she had put me down. She rolled me onto my stomach as I asked, "What are you doing?" "I thought it was winner take all." She said pulling my left wrist behind me. "But you cheated." I said as she pulled back the right. Both hands came together inside the rope loop as it was pulled tight. "Your lack of preparation should not be confused with me cheating." I knew she was right as she secured my hands. "So now what…" and I felt her fingers slide up and pull my briefs off. "Shh" she replied. Her finger ran up the between my cheeks as I knew it was either k-y or Vaseline. "Candace can we talk about this." "No, we'll talk later." And she gagged me with a ball gag. This is the point where I start questioning my choices I have made. I've always known that dominant women thrilled me but now under the control of one I am terrified. I see men bound, used and abused and think I wish it was me and now it is. I think…Oh my god! What is that thing, a telephone pole? I gasp as she enters me from behind. It is a feeling like no other in the world. Guys make fun of women who gasp or cry out but these same men would be crying in the same situation. She rolled me onto my back, ripped the ball gag out and jammed the strapon down my throat as I gagged. "I guess this makes it official, you aren't in charge anymore." I looked up with a single tear in my eye. She pulled out and tossed the toy aside. Grabbed another link of rope and hog-tied me. "I guess you are wondering what's next." She smiled, "First things first, I have to change clothes. Something sexy I think. Then we can explore together. I'll teach you some things. Other things we will learn together. Oh in case you are wondering, every site you sent me was already in my bookmarks list." And I closed my eyes as she walked into the bedroom. How could such a dream come true be such a pain in the ass?
Her new wrestling studio/video company had only been
in existence for two months. Most of the clients to
wrestle had been men. , "This should be fun." "What's
that?" asked the receptionist. "A female to wrestle
against." And she went back to her office.
At 6 the door opened and in walked two women. "May I
help you?" "Yes my name is Tori and I am suppose to
have a appointment this evening." "Have a seat and
I'll tell Cassie you are here." "Thanks"
Ten minutes later out walked Cassie. The two women
both stood, the one on the right was 5'7" 130lbs
blonde hair and blue eyes and stunning. The one on the
left was a little taller but built very similar, black
hair and green eyes and also stunning. She approached.
"Hi I'm Cassie." "I'm Tori" said the blonde. "This is
my friend Annette." And they walked back to her
office.
"So tell me what you had in mind." Cassie said. "I'd
like to try my luck with you." Cassie smiled, "I love
a good challenge." And they talked for a few more
minutes. "We usually charge $$$ to videotape and for
my time." "Oh, I don't want this videotaped it will be
too embarrassing to watch." "No problem." Tori paid
her the standard fee to wrestle and they walked
towards the main wrestling area.
"You can take off Jenny." She said to her usual
videographer. "And tell Shelly she can go too." Tori
unzipped her skirt and down it went to the floor. She
stepped out of her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse and
she was ready. Cassie took off her robe and was also
ready.
Cassie took the lead and pretty much had her way with
Tori until she submitted about five minutes later. The
two separated and caught there breath. "See why I
didn't want it taped." "You did fine." Cassie said
trying not to be mean. "Can we try again?" Tori asked
and they did. This time it lasted longer with Cassie
having to work harder to force her into a submission.
They took another break then went at it again. This
time it took nearly twenty minutes of hard struggling
to finally get Tori down and force her into a
submission.
"Do you wrestle Annette?" Cassie asked. "I try" "Care
to give Tori a break?" and she was eager to.
For the next hour or so Cassie defeated one then the
other then the other. She was soaked with sweat and
obviously tired as Annette managed to get her legs
wrapped around Cassie's mid section. Try as she did
she couldn't break free of the scissor. Then just as
she thought she was going to submit, Annette released.
But where was…ow! As her hair was grabbed from behind
her as she was pulled back and the tan legs wrapped
around her neck. She was trapped and knew it. Drained
of energy she hoped it would end soon. Tori was still
locked tight as Annette grabbed her ankles and pushed
them together and sat down on Cassie's thighs.
Her head throbbed, eyes ached as the began to
blackout. "She's going out." Annette said. "We can't
have that can we." And Tori released her grip. She
reached and grabbed both wrists and pulled them high
above Cassie's head. Placed her feet on either side of
her neck and stretched her out. Annette came to her
feet and placed her foot on Cassie's stomach, then her
other one. She grinded her heels into Cassie's aching
abs. She walked up her then actually stood on her head
with both feet. It was at that point when it happened,
Tori released her wrists but they didn't move. Tori
waited but nothing happened. She lay down beside
Cassie's head so there faces were inches apart. "I
think it's time I introduce myself. My name is
Mistress Tori and this is my partner Mistress Annette.
Since you have stopped resisting I assume you have
surrendered." She didn't say submit, but surrender and
that took on an entirely different meaning. She
grabbed one wrist and Annette the other as they
flipped her onto her stomach. Tori held her wrists as
Annette tied them together. Her feet came next and she
was tightly hogtied.
Both ladies walked over to where they had laid there
bags and proceeded to change into something more
comfortable.
It was about that time when Cassie decided she wasn't
going to take this anymore. "Hey! Untie right fucking
now!" she yelled. She lifted her head and saw the red
painted toes of Tori inches from her head. "Becareful
what you wish for." And Tori knelt down pinning Cassie
hard into the mat. She pulled her arms towards her and
untied them. Annette untied her feet and twisted them
so Cassie ended up face up and looking into Tori's
purple lace panties. Everything was happening so fast
but that was about to change.
Tori grabbed both wrists and sat down on Cassie's
face. Cassie arched and Annette yanked her bikini
bottoms off. Tori bounced, "Down" and Cassie complied.
Tori worked her long and hard, giving her just enough
air to stay awake then it was Annette's turn. Annette
wasn't just a simple grinder, she was vicious. She
swirled, rocked, bounced and worked her until she held
Cassie wrist and let it fall limply, "night night" she
said with a wicked little laugh.
Cassie woke with a nasty headache. Her neck hurt, her
nose hurt and she felt a chill come over her. She
started to get up when a foot came across her throat.
She instinctively put up her hands and grabbed the
ankle. "Put your hands down." Tori commanded and
reluctantly she did. "Lay back." And she obeyed. Tori
straddled her and was wearing a anklet and earrings
and nothing else. "Life isn't what you know, it's who
you know." She said tracing her finger over Cassie's
lips. "Annette and I have a business proposition for
you." "Is this what this is all about, business?" "Oh
no, this is personal. We'll talk business later." Tori
had Cassie's arms under her as she slid forward.
Before she could raise them, Annette pinned them at
her sides. "Please" she begged. Tori caressed her hair
and lowered herself down. She spread her knees apart
and said, "Open your mouth darling." But it took
Annette's hand in the right place to convince her. She
gasped and Tori took full advantage of it. Cassie
struggled to close her mouth as Tori said, "You bit me
and I'll break your nose." And Cassie took her
seriously. "Good girl. Now stick out your tongue." And
again it was Annette convincing her to comply.
That's when she broke. The simple taste of Tori had
done it. Her tongue flickered as Tori expressed her
delight. Suddenly Cassie gasp and her tongue went in
further than she thought possible. Tori looked over
her shoulder as Annette was taking a taste test of her
own.
Annette took her turn on top. Cassie feared it would
be a rough ride but it turned out Annette was very
affectionate when she wanted to be. Annette slid back,
extending her legs and ran her feet over Cassie's
mouth. She took the hint and began licking her toes.
Soon she had a mouthful of toes and more waiting on
the side.
Tori moved off to her left side, Annette her right.
"Interlock your fingers and place them behind your
head." She looked worried but did it anyway. Almost in
sync the two women leaned over and each began sucking
a nipple. She thought to herself now why did I have to
put my hands behind my head? They stopped and she
wondered what was…as a pain shot through each nipple.
She looked up and saw one gold ring dangling from each
nipple. "Why?" "Ownership, this way everyone dominant
female knows you belong to another dominant female,
us." "On the nights we are off you will be expected to
be with us is that understood." "Yes." "Yes mistress
will do nicely." 'Yes mistress" "Those nights are
Sunday and Monday. I believe that coincides with you
nights you are closed." "Yes mistress." They helped
her to her feet, somewhere she hadn't been in over 3
hours. She watched them dress and Tori handed her a
piece of paper. "What time should we expect you?" "I
close the studio Saturday night at 10." "10:30 it is"
she touched one of the nipple rings. "These are
mandatory when you are with us." And she kissed her.
Annette kissed her as well and they were gone.
She sat down and tried to understand everything that
had happened that night. So many emotions swirling in
her head. It would take a while for everything to sink
in but she thought she could handle it.
The next afternoon a man walked in. "Yes, I would
like to wrestle Cassie." And he was taken back to the
main area. Changed and just before the match started
he said, "Tori said you were very good." And she
worked him over with a vengance.
New clients came in at an alarming rate, men, women
and couples. All referred by either Tori or Annette.
She knew she would have to thank them for the business
but also knew they had already thought of that long
before she had.
The two women were both knew to the studio. Amanda the
slender blonde and Tammy the bustier brunette. Both
women were very attractive and were being taught some
of the basic holds and moves used in wrestling.
Christie made it clear, "This is a training session,
don't go WWF on me." She left them alone while they
worked on what she had taught them.
It was one of her regular girls that came and got
her. "You might come take a look." And they peeked
around the corner as Tammy was working over Amanda
pretty hard. Christie continued to watch Tammy, she
was obviously the more dominant one and enjoyed
inflicting pain.
Christie changed and joined them on the mat. "Ok
let's do a little practice match." And they began to
tangle. Tammy was in control from the start as she
dominated Amanda. She separated them and they started
again with the same result. On the third try Amanda
applied a weak body scissors but Tammy easily broke
free. But it gave her the perfect opportunity. "Tammy
come here." And Christie had her sit down. "Amanda
this is the way you apply a scissors." And she showed
her as Tammy grimaced in pain. She released her, "Now
you try it." And she sat behind and locked her thighs
and squeezed and this time Tammy felt it. Move by move
she walked Amanda through them using Tammy as a test
subject. It was just about time. "Now lets practice
the facesit." "What! I don't fucking think so. Why
don't I get to practice it on you?" and there it was.
Christie calmly stepped forward, "I accept your
challenge."
Both women watched each other as they circled. Tammy
came in hard and Christie flipped her onto her butt.
She sat down behind her and locked her legs around
Tammy's waist and squeezed. It didn't take long for
the effects of her thighs to have Tammy in agony.
"Come here Amanda." And Christie rolled Tammy to the
side. "This is a effective use of a scissors." And she
grabbed Tammy's wrists and pulled them back. "Open
your legs Amanda." And Christie guided Tammy between
them. "Squeeze" and Tammy's nose was resting in
Amanda's crotch.
Tammy was in bad shape as Christie released her hold.
Then grabbed her ankles and crossed them and forced
them up against her butt. Amanda released her hold and
grabbed both wrists and sat down on the back of her
neck as she stretched her arms going the wrong
direction. Tammy moaned a muffled moan. If only she
knew, as they worked together to twist, pull, stretch,
bend, squeeze her in directions she never thought
possible.
She was lying on the mat sprawled out as Amanda
grabbed her chin from above. She made one fluid motion
and was sitting on her face in reverse. "And to think
I was going to teach you how to facesit." Christie
joked. Amanda smiled, "I know where my ass belongs."
And bounced up and down. She held out her hand to
Christie who took it and was standing on Tammy's
chest. Amanda pulled Tammy's top off to reveal her
full breasts. Between Amanda's tweaking and Christie's
walking Tammy would be needing new implants for sure.
Christie was surprised at Amanda, "I had you pegged
as a delicate flower." She spun and buried Tammy back
under her panties. "There's just something about
having a bitch under you that makes a girl crazy." And
she wiggled her hips and Tammy struggled for air.
Amanda rolled off and looked over at Christie who was
laying on her side watching. "On your back please."
Amanda said. She grabbed Tammy by the hair and guided
her between Christie's legs and pressed her face into
her bikini bottoms then sat on her back pinning her
there. Amanda and Christie changed positions over and
over until they basically ran out of ideas as to how
to facesit her and they had plenty of ideas.
Amanda looked around as a crowd of women had gathered
to watch the onslaught. She smiled walked over to her
bag and came back with handcuffs. She locked Tammy
down and sat on her face. "Why doesn't everyone come
and sit with me for a while?" and she had 8
volunteers. It is amazing the amount of pressure the
human face can take and Tammy took all they had.
She was out cold as everyone except Amanda and
Christie had gone. Amanda went to work hogtying her
victim and flipped her over on her back. Christie
watched in amazement as Amanda said, "My ex-boyfriend
got out of line once in a while." She sat on Tammy
with her back against the propped up knees and feet
resting on her face. A long dose of foot abuse was
followed by Tammy being very compliant and sucking
Amanda's toes until she got tired of it. Christie
bent over and said, "This is my studio, if I saw break
someone's leg then you break there leg. If I say take
it easy you take it easy. Do you understand me?" "Yes"
"Good" and she sat down and took Amanda's place. "No
reason to let a good foot slave got to waste." Amanda
for home as Christie was sitting comfortably on Tammy.
She didn't look she was in a hurry to be going
anywhere anytime soon.